like the stars we're destined to die out and i'm destined to lose you (♧)
you had finally gotten the happy ending you so desperately wanted but when gwen is gonna die, you know you have to save her even if you die
touch (♤)
you’re trying to wait patiently until peter is done with his work but you just really want him to touch you
stole my heart (♤♡)
peter comes home on your anniversary
ghost of you (part one) (♡♧)
peter reminisces on your love story and how much he loved you but not every love story has a happy ending. (no way home spoilers at the end but the rest of the fic is not spoilers)
heaven isn't as beautiful as you (♤♡)
peter wants to try eating you out.
cooties (♡)
peter has had a crush on your since you punched him in the face in 3rd grade for giving you cooties but he's finally ready to face it now.
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Love your writing omg, can you pls pls write one where y/n has never had an orgasm before and is really innocent so her best friend Peter (who’s kinda dominant) helps her by going down and fingering her??
Summary: Your best friend, Peter is shocked to hear that you've never had an orgasm before. So in return, he offers to give you your first.
Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader
All characters in this story are 18+
I know. 6 months since I've uploaded something, but here's another toe-curling smut for you <3 also thanks for all love I've been receiving even though I've been gone. Enjoy.
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“Which one is this for?” You asked, holding the foreign Lego piece, not knowing where to place it.
“Oh! That’s the last piece I was looking for. Put that on the top, right here.” He pointed to the arch of the plastic building, indicating where to put it.
You leaned over, carefully moving forward to gently connect the Lego pieces.
“There! Voila!” You cheered, impressed that you finished about a quarter of your Hogwarts Lego project with Peter.
“Great, Y/N! Now we have about… 1,500 more pieces to go!”
You took a deep breath, already tired of how long you guys have been building this. You took a look outside, the sky was painted with deep rose and tangerine, slight hints of indigo parading the ends of the horizon.
“Pete, let’s take a break. I’m hungry.” You stood up, making your way towards his kitchen.
“Uh, sure. What do you wanna eat? I have…” he followed you before opening his fridge, checking to see what he had in store, “Well, I um… I don’t really have much. May hasn’t gone shopping yet.”
“What about pizza?” You proposed.
“I have pizza dough. You wanna make it ourselves?”
“Make pizza with you? The last time you were in charge of cooking, the fire department showed up not even an hour later.”
“Hey! That was one time like forever ago!”
“That happened last week, Peter.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, huffing. You giggled.
“Look, it’ll be fun! Us two, cooking, creating something homemade. Come on.” Those big brown eyes of his practically begged you with just the bat of an eyelash.
You gazed at him, a smile creeping up your face.
“Fine. But I’m in charge of oven duty, not you.”
Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts.
You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity.
You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most.
You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile.
You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did.
You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side.
You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.
“Earth to Y/N? You alright?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face.
“What?”
“Why do you have that look on your face?”
“Huh? What look?”
He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest,
“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.”
You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese.
“Here, put the mozzarella on it.”
When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it.
“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced.
“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together.
“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?”
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“If you say Star-“
“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“
“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.”
“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!”
“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!”
“I’m team, Alice!”
You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together.
“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it.
You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up.
“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.”
He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch.
You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course.
“So, Y/N. Tell me something about yourself.”
You grinned,
“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.”
“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.”
You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms.
I’m in love with you.
“You first, Parker.”
“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared.
You gasped in mock offense,
“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes.
He laughed, shaking his head,
“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.”
You giggled,
“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter.
His brows knit together, his gaze shifting.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.”
Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say.
“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked.
“Not really. I mean, not the kind of penetration.”
He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language.
You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject.
“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.
“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room.
You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him.
“Y/N… you haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation.
“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“
“Can I… can I show you how it feels?”
You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words.
“W-what?”
“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, Y/N. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”
You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life.
“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.”
“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.”
You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea.
This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice.
“…It’s okay if you don’t-“
“I want to. I want to experience it.”
He blinked,
“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?”
“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.”
His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips.
“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours.
“We’re really doing it.”
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As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble.
Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—
“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart.
He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass.
“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds.
“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you.
“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.”
“I will don’t worry.”
He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips.
“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy.
“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?”
Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs.
“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning.
His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him.
“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you.
Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you.
“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you.
“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this.
“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake.
It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana.
Is this what heaven feels like?
“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you,
“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal.
You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm?
You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner.
“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“
Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine.
“Why- why did you-“
“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this Y/N.
Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.”
You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said.
“Please, Y/N. I’m begging you.”
You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you.
“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you.
“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.”
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To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic.
“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip.
“What? Is it too big? Or too—“
“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.”
“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them.
“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation.
He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again.
His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.
Never have you felt this euphoric.
You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you.
“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.”
His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more.
His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to.
The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room.
“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!”
“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper.
“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?”
“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind.
You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go.
Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning.
Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over.
You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out.
“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased.
You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out.
You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him.
“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.”
Suddenly, it happened.
Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like.
Peter soon cried with triumph as he finished inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed.
As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious.
“Why- why are you laughing?”
“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips.
Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you.
Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose.
“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?”
“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen.
Synopsis: following your breakup, Tom is haunted by your songs about him everywhere he goes
Masterlist
“Following her recent breakup with Marvel superstar Tom Holland, singer-songwriter Y/n L/n has blessed us with your next breakup anthem.” A talk show host said over the radio as Tom drove in his car. Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat but left the radio on out of curiosity.
“Is it wrong that I was kind of rooting for them to break up so that we could get another album from her?” One of the other radio hosts asked in a sheepish voice. Tom scrunched his nose and gave his radio a disgusted look as if the hosts could see him.
“Thats horrible!” Another host laughed in shock.
“I’m just saying! She writes really good breakup songs. Not that I didn’t love her album about Tom when they were in love.” She defended her comment as Tom rolled his eyes.
“Well they’re not in love anymore, and we have the song to prove it. You are now listening to “Questions I Still Have” by Y/n L/n.” The first host said. Tom blinked back a few tears at the way they so confidently talked about your relationship ending as the intro to your new song played. The breakup was the worst thing he had ever gone through and yet they spoke out it so casually. He hadn’t heard it yet so he decided to let it play for a minute.
“Do you cry yourself to sleep? Maybe that’s just me.
When I think too hard about us I feel like I can’t breathe.
I thought that I was done. I thought you were the one.
I thought you’d take a bullet for me but it was you holding the gun”
A tear rolled down Tom’s cheek before he even realized he was crying. He had zoned out when he heard your voice over the radio and watched a million memories play in his head.
“I can’t listen to this.” He said and quickly changed the station. Your voice was still coming through his radio, just at a different part of the same song.
“I want to kill you for the way you made me feel, I want you to assure me it was real.
I want to call you ever name in the book, I want you to give me that one look.
I want you to tell me you want me again, I want to tell you I won’t be your friend.
I want you to call me and beg for me to come home, I want you to leave me alone”
“Oh my God. Is this song on every station?” Tom wiped his face from tears and changed the station again. When he heard your song the third station, he shut off the radio. He drove in silence for the rest of the time. He snuck glances at his passenger seat every so often and thought of all the times you had sat there. The seat was empty now, mirroring the way Tom felt inside. The laughter and conversation that used to fill his car was replaced with a dead silence. As soon as Tom parked, he broke down crying. He covered his face with his hands and cried into them as your lyrics replayed in his mind. He expected you to write a song about the ending of your relationship but actually hearing it left him feeling deflated and empty. Wanting to stop the feeling, he wiped the hot tears from his face and pulled out his phone. He hadn’t deleted your last conversation, the one where he ended your relationship, and often read it over again and tried to imagine how things would’ve been different if he said one thing differently. He read the last few things you had said to each other before typing out a new message.
“hey. I know it’s been a long time since we spoke last. I just wanted to say I heard your new song on the radio. it’s really good :)” Tom wrote out. He read his message over and then deleted it. It felt too casual considering the conversation right above it was the two of you breaking up. He thought about the lyrics you had just sung over his radio and typed out a new message.
“I miss you. please let me come home” He wrote out. He tried to read the message back but his eyes were too full of tears. He shook his head and decide against reaching out to you before deleting the message.
As the days went on, your song haunted Tom. He heard it everywhere he went. Every time he turned on his radio or walked into a store, your song was playing. He was happy to see you reaching success but hated having to relive the heartbreak every time he heard your music. But it wasn’t just the music that was plaguing him. Your breakup was the talk of the internet and he had to listen to everyone’s opinion on it. Even when he was doing something simple like sitting in the waiting room at his dentist, he was forced to hear about your breakup on the TV.
“I can’t believe they broke up. I thought they were just so cute together.” Some lady on a morning talk show Tom had never even heard of said to her fellow hosts on the panel. Tom rolled his eyes all the way to the ceiling as people he had never met talked about him like he was their close friend.
“I know! I thought they were gonna get married.” Another lady chimed in.
“So did I. How long were they together?”
“Two years? Three years?” One of the ladies asked.
“Three and a half.” Tom mumbled to no one in particular. His eyes were glued to the TV as pictures of you and Tom were displayed in the background of the women talking.
“Wow. I thought they were gonna get married.” A lady on the panel added.
“So did I.” One of the ladies chimed in.
“So did I.” Tom said under his breath. People in the waiting room were staring at him but he didn’t care.
“I wonder what happened.” One of the ladies said, making Tom gulp.
“I guess we’ll have to wait for the album to find out.”
“Luckily I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long. Check out what she said in a recent inverview with E!” A lady on the panel said before turning to the huge screen behind her. Tom felt his face get hot when a video of you talking to a journalist on a red carpet played. You were dressed in an off the shoulder black dress with a pearl choker around your neck. Tom couldn’t help but crack a smile to see you wearing the “revenge dress” you had once told him all about. Being a native of southwest London himself, he already knew about the iconic back dress Princess Diana once wore, but he pretended he hadn’t heard of it just because you seemed to excited to tell him. He smiled at the memory, but that smile quickly faded when he heard you talking on the TV.
“So does the new song mean there’s a new album in the future?” The journalist asked you.
“Definitely. I’m really excited to share it once it’s finished. I think it’s the most mature album I’ve made so far since I’ve never felt the way I’ve been feeling lately. I didn’t really know how to deal with all the emotions so I’ve just been writing it all down. It’s very carthartic for me so I’ve been writing new songs almost every day.”
“Wow. It must’ve been a tough breakup for you to be writing new songs everyday.” The journalist laughed and held the microphone out to you. You laughed awkwardly and Tom could see it all over your face that you didn’t find it funny.
“Definitely. Definitely.” You nodded and gave the camera a quick look. The look sent shivers down Tom’s spine and he felt like you were looking directly at him. He once again felt compelled to take out his phone and reach out to you.
“heard you’re working on a new album! that’s really exciting. I hope it’s going well!” He wrote out. He read it over and lost his nerve. He didn’t feel like he had any right to talk to you after the way he ended things. He deleted his message just as his name was called.
“Holland?” The dental assistant called out.
“Coming.” Tom got up and followed them into the into the little dentist room.
“Hey, aren’t you the guy Y/n just broke up with?” The dental assistant realized as they looked back at Tom. Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest from being confronted about the breakup in person.
“No. We broke up months ago. And I broke up with her. Not the other way around.” Tom said, instantly regretting it. He had tried to sound cool but he just came off like an asshole.
“Oh. Okay.” They laughed awkwardly. “Did you hear new song?”
“Every waking moment of my life.” Tom smiled sarcastically.
“Yeah. They play it here a lot. I think it’s pretty good. She seems really sad though. You must’ve really broken her heart, huh?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be scrapping my teeth or something?” Tom said flatly.
“Yeah. Lay back.” They said and Tom complied. He opened his mouth and zoned out as the dental assistant started working on his teeth. After a few minutes of silence, they started to hum your song. Tom gave them a look and they quickly stopped.
“Sorry. It’s a really good song.” They mumbled and went back to scrapping Tom’s teeth.
“So why did you dump her anyway?” They asked Tom after a beat of silence. Tom shut his eyes and zoned out for the rest of his time in the chair. When he got in his car after the appointment, he absentmindedly turned his radio on.
“Are you nice when you talk about me to your friends? Or are your stories filled with hate? Am I that girl you don’t see anymore, or that crazy bitch you used to date?” Your voice came on over his radio. His eyes welled up with tears and he quickly shut the radio off. He wiped his face free from tears and took his phone out.
“my mom was asking about you. I told her you’ve been smashing records with your new music. she misses you. so do I” Tom wrote out. He looked at his message and then let his eyes travel up to the last messages you had exchanged. He reread the conversation of him ending things and you trying to get him to explain why. He kept reading until his eyes got too blurry with tears to see anything. He deleted the message and put his phone down before driving home in silence.
The next time Tom heard your song on the radio, he let it play. He listened to it all the way through for the first time and cried the entire time. He parked his car once it ended and just sat there, staring at out thr windshield as tears fell down his face.
“You just heard “Questions I Still Have” by Y/n L/n. The singer-songwriters newest single quickly hit number one and has not given up that spot since. She has broken record after record with this song, lining up a promising outlook for her next album. We’re joined by the singer now.” The radio host said and Tom froze in his seat.
“Thank you for coming to the studio today to talk about your new single, “Questions I Still Have”. Tell us, what inspired this song?” The radio host asked you.
“Thank you for having me! I’m really excited to be here. And this song is about my recent breakup with my boyfriend.” You answered. Tom wished it wasn’t a radio interview so that he could see your face as you spoke about him. Even though you were talking in the past tense, it felt nice to hear you call him your boyfriend.
“Can you tell us who the song is about?” The host asked you.
“Unfortunately, I cannot.” You chuckled. “I want my fans to hear this song and think about their ex boyfriend. Not mine.”
“So it’s not about a certain web slinging super hero?”
“It’s about whoever you think about when you hear it.” You replied and Tom could hear the smile in your tone.
“Are you still in contact with this ex who shall not be named?”
“No, I’m not. We haven’t spoken since the breakup.” You answered, sounding sad over that fact. Tom looked down at his phone in shame and thought of all the times he started to reach out to you but stopped himself.
“May I ask what happened? What led to the breakup?”
“I wish I knew.” You laughed sadly. Tom gulped and felt a deep pit of shame inside himself. He took the cowards way out of your relationship and that had clearly hurt you.
“So he broke up with you and didn’t tell you why?”
“I mean, there’s a lot more to the story. I touch on it a little bit more on the album. But at the end of the day, the breakup was between him and I and I don’t want to have the private details all over the Internet. And I’m sure he wouldn’t want that either.” You replied. Tom couldn’t believe you were respecting his privacy after what he put you through. He appreciated it, but it also made him feel a hundred times worse.
“That’s understandable. I have to say, breakup definitely caught a lot of people by surprise being as this was the first public relationship for the both of you. I’m sure you’ve seen the army of your fans online threatening to beat him up and boycott his movies for breaking your heart.”
“I have seen that.” You laughed a little. “And as much as I appreciate the sentiment, it’s really not necessary. I never want to see anyone hate someone else on my behalf. I truly have no hard feelings for him. If he felt like he needed to end our relationship, I’m sure he had his reasons. Of course, I wish I knew those reasons but hey, we don’t always get closure after breakups. That’s something I’m learning to live with. So while I appreciate the support, my fans can stand down. No one has to beat anyone up. I wish him all the best.”
“Well that’s very mature of you.” The host commented. Tom turned the radio off and sunk down in his seat. Hearing you talk about the relationship gave him a weird feeling in his stomach. He knew you should hate him and be smearing his name all over the Internet, but you weren’t. You were being kind and civil and mature. This amplified his guilt to an unbearable extent and he found himself pulling his phone out to text you.
“I’m really happy for you. I wish you all the best too.” He wrote out. He read his message over a few times and then deleted it. One of these days, he would bring himself to hit send. That day just wasn’t today.
It wasn’t the next day either. Tom already had his phone out when he walked by a couple kids playing your song on their speaker.
“I wonder what you say when people ask why I’m not around. Do you tell them it ended mutually and try to hide your frown?
Or do you tell them I’m insane and tried to bleed you dry? Did you tell them you ended things and never told me why?”
Tom turned his head to listen to the lyrics before looking down at his phone. He opened up his iMessage app and clicked on your contact before typing out a message.
“hey. can we talk?” He wrote, then quickly deleted.
“I hate the way we ended things. -the way I ended things. I’m so sorry. I miss you so much. do you think we could meet up and talk about it?” He wrote instead. His thumb hovered over the arrow to send it and he was about to press down on it when he let out a defeated sigh.
“There is no way she wants to hear from me.” He mumbled to himself as he deleted his message.
As the weeks went on, the craze about your song eventually died down just in time for your next single to drop. Instead of avoiding it this time, Tom patiently waited for midnight to strike so that he could listen to it as soon as it came out. As soon as he heard the piano ballad intro, he started to tear up.
“Is it childish to say I thought we were meant to be? Is it wrong if I think you’re still a good guy, you just weren’t good to me?
I want you to be happy, just please don’t be happy yet. At first, I want you miserable. Please tell me I’m hard to forget”
Tom put his phone on the pillow next to him, the one where you used to lay your head, and let the song play. He shut his eyes and felt his salty tears roll down his face and into his ears. He reached a hand over and rested it on the bed so that he could pretend you were laying there beside him.
“So who do I tell my thoughts to now? Am I supposed to just write them down?
That’s kind of boring, wouldn’t you agree? I need someone to talk back to me.
And who do I give my love to now? I was planning on loving you for a lifetime. Planning to be your wife and settle down.
But you changed the locks me out before I gave up my keys. Now when I hear your name I can’t remember how to breathe.
And I can’t even join in with the shit talking from my friends. Because I know I’d take you right back if it meant this pain would end.
I find it strange how you were the first to leave, when it was you who first asked to kiss me.
I have all these questions I never got to ask. Like did I ever really know you under your mask?
Was I too boring or loud or rough? Was I too much for you or not enough?
Maybe I just wasn’t what you wanted anymore So I hope you find what you were looking for.
I don’t know where or how or when, but I know one day we will meet again.
Maybe we’ll politely smile and look away. Or maybe I’ll run into your arms and always stay.
But if you realize before then that you messed up. If by some chance there’s still a chance for us
If I was right and we were meant to be, then come back, I’ll be waiting where you left me.”
“Nice bridge.” Tom smiled through his tears. He knew that was always your favorite part of the song to write, the part you always spent the most time on. He never thought he’d hear a bridge dedicated to how he broke your heart.
Once the song ended, he reached for his phone and clicked on your contact. He stared at it for a long time before impulsively hitting the call button. He knew there was no way you’d answer since you were probably celebrating the release of your new song with your friends.
“Hello?” Your voice suddenly came from the other line. Tom gasped and quickly hung up before you could figure out it was him. He let out a defeated sigh and started your song from the beginning, listening to it until he fell asleep.
Tom had the next day off so he spent it in bed, under the covers, listening to your songs. He played them over and over until he had the words memorized and could mouth along to them as tears streamed down his face. He brought his pillow to his chest and hugged it, pretending it was you.
“What about the plans we made? Who gets to do those now? If I’m being totally honest, I’m down if you’re still down.
Do you still sings the songs we sang, or avoid the movies we liked? When I drive past the place we last kissed, it feels like salt right after the knife.
I wonder if you hate this song. Or if you defend me when i’m mocked. I wonder if you still think of me. Call me if I’m not blocked” He softly sang along as the song ended. He picked up his phone to replay it but clicked on your contact instead. His red eyes glazed over your last conversation and he felt a spark of inspiration in his chest.
“Fuck it.” He decided and hit the call button. His heart beat out of his chest as the phone rang and on the third ring, you picked up.
“Hello?” Your voice came through the phone. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and started to cry again at the sound of it. He covered his mouth so you couldn’t hear him but kept the phone against his ear.
“Hello? Is someone there?” You asked again.
“Oh my God.” Tom accidentally said out loud in a panic.
“Tom? Is that you?” You asked with less confidence than you had when you first picked up.
“Yeah. It’s me.” He said and sat up in his bed.
“Oh. Hi.” You answered quietly. Tom looked up to the ceiling as tears streamed down his face and tried to keep his voice steady.
“Hi.” He croaked out.
“Are you crying?”
“Yeah. A little.” He downplayed it as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t think you’d pick up.” He said and started to cry again. You stayed silent on the other line and listened to him cry until he composed himself.
“Neither did I.”
“Why did you?” He asked you.
“I couldn’t help it. I needed to know what you were gonna say. If I’m honest with you, every single time I’ve gotten a notification on my phone since our breakup, I’ve hoped it was you. I just needed one last conversation. There were so many things I still wanted to say.”
“Me too. I wanted to reach out to you. So many times.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know what to say. You were always better with words than I was.” He said with a sad laugh.
“Yeah. You didn’t have too many words for me the last time we spoke.” You said coldly. Tom winced a little but took this as an opportunity to explain himself.
“I know. And I’m sorry about that.”
“What exactly are you sorry for?” You asked him, needing the closure for yourself.
“I’m sorry I ended things so abruptly. I know it came out of nowhere. And I’m sorry I did it over text. I knew I’d never be able to do it in person if I saw you crying so I took the cowards way out. I’m so sorry about that. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved a lot more than what I gave you.”
You were silent for a minute on the other end of the line and Tom could hear you sniffling back tears.
“You never even gave me a reason why.” You said quietly.
“I know. But honestly, I didn’t have a reason to give you.”
“Then why did you do it? Why did you break up with me?”
This time, Tom was the one to pause. He took in a sharp breath and decided it was time to be honest with both himself and you.
“Because I was scared. Terrified, actually.”
“Of what?”
“Of all of it. I had never been in love before you. I never even came close. But you came into my life and you understood me in a way I didn’t think anyone ever would. And I loved that. I loved days where you were the only person I spoke to all day. I loved everything about our relationship. But it wasn’t just ours. This was my first public relationship and I guess I just didn’t expect all the attention. Everyone had their opinion on us and they were giving it out every chance they got. We couldn’t go anywhere without people taking secret pictures and posting them. We’d go on dates and then I would get asked about it in interviews when I didn’t even know the world knew about it. I guess I started to feel like I wasn’t a person anymore. Not an individual one anyway. I felt like I was just one half of a couple that everyone had high expectations for. But it wasn’t just the media that had expectations of us. Our families did too. Everyone’s been asking me when I was gonna propose and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t want you to think I only did it because people kept pressuring me. Then I started to wonder if you even wanted me to at all.”
“Of course I did. But I wanted that when we were ready.”
“I wanted that too. But what if I was never ready? What if I couldn’t be a good husband for you? I started to think about our future a lot and just freak myself out. Because if I became your husband, then I’d become a father too. And what if I’m no good at that either? What if I can’t raise kids that you’d be proud of?”
“Tom, all of those things are way in the future. Why are you thinking about them now?”
“Because I knew it would happen one day. And I knew it would happen with you. When I realized you were the love of my life and I had already doing with who I would grow old with, I freaked out. It felt like all the things I pushed off to think about in the future were happening right now. And it all felt way too fast. So I panicked and broke up with you to slow it all down.”
“So you broke up with me because you don’t think you’ll be a good dad yet?” You asked, sounding like you found it amusing.
“Essentially, yes.” Tom answered, which made you laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” He asked and cracked a smile himself.
“Because I have spent the last few months thinking of every possible reason you could’ve had to break up with me and that never crossed my mind. That was such a you response. I should’ve known.”
“Why did you think I broke up with you?” Tom asked out of curiosity.
“I considered a few things. But I decided it was because I was too much and you couldn’t take it anymore. I thought you realized you didn’t want to be around me forever. I thought…I thought I bored you.”
“Darling, that wasn’t it at all. I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I left because I loved you too much. And I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“I wish you talked to me about this before you left. Because I would’ve told you that I don’t give a fuck what the world thinks of us. As long as we’re together, I don’t care if we’re married or not. A ceremony and a white dress won’t make me happy. Only loving you forever will.”
“You should write that down. It would make a good lyric.” Tom said through a smile.
“Maybe for my next album. By the way, when this new one comes out, don’t listen to track 5. I call you something that rhymes with “sick” in it.” You said playfully.
“Fingers crossed that it’s thick.” Tom joked.
“It’s not.” You laughed. Tom laughed too and you sat in comfortable silence for a minute.
“I think you’d be a good dad.” You said after a beat of silence. “But I’m a little busy breaking records right now so kids are the last thing on my mind. You don’t have to worry about that anytime soon.”
“I wish we had this conversation months ago. I wish I didn’t get so in my head.” Tom said and started to tear up again.
“I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He said after a beat of silence and started to cry.
“I was hurt. Now I’m significantly richer from the money my music about you have been making.” You said, making Tom laugh between his tears.
“Good. I’m glad.” He sniffled. You both went quiet again and just listened to the sound of each other breathing.
“I still love you.” He said after a minute. He heard you suck in a breath and then go quiet again. He cursed himself for messing it all up again but then you surprised him.
“Tom?”
“Yes?”
“Can you come over?”
“Yes.” He practically shouted and jumped out of his bed. He was gonna put on real clothes but decided it would take too much time and he needed to see you immediately. He grabbed his keys and ran out of his house as fast as he could while you listened to his hasty movements on the other line.
“Slow down.” You laughed when you heard his heavy breathing.
“I can’t. I’m about to run this red light.”
“Don’t do that.” You chuckled. “Just get here when you can.”
“I’ll get there even faster once I run over this pedestrian.”
“We can’t get back together if you go to jail for hitting a pedestrian.”
“But is that what’s really happening? Are we getting back together?” He asked hopefully and pressed down on the gas even harder.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” You said simply. Tom began to drive even faster and pulled up to your house in half the time it normally takes. He put the car in park and left the keys in the ignition just as you were coming out of your front door.
“You drove here barefoot?” You laughed as he got out of the car and ran towards you.
“I really wanted to see you.” He said as he scooped you up in a hug. You felt him lift you off the ground and spin you around in circles until he felt dizzy. When he put you down, he kept his arms around you and looked into your eyes.
“Have you been crying?” You asked as you touched your palm to his face. His eyes were red and puffy so you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it from him.
“All the time. Mostly in my car.” He admitted, making you crack a smile.
“Yeah. I know the feeling.” You told him. Tom smiled sadly and put his hands on either side of your face.
“I had so many things I wanted to say to you. So many things I typed out and deleted. Now that I’m actually with you, I don’t know what to say.”
“Maybe you don’t have to say anything.” You shrugged. “Maybe you should just kiss me.”
“Am I still allowed to do that?” Tom asked hopefully.
“You’ll always be allowed.” You said before pulling him down into a kiss. Tom shut his eyes and felt tears rolled down his cheeks as he kissed you back for the first time in months. You wrapped your hands around his wrists for a moment before tangling them in his overgrown hair to pull him closer. When you pulled away, Tom kept his forehead against yours and hit his eyes.
“I really missed you. I’m sorry I left you. I’ll never do it again. You’re my forever home.” He sniffled as tears rolled down his face.
“I’m really glad you called. I’m glad you came back to me.” You smiled and wiped his tears away with your thumbs.
“Of course I came back. I mean, you practically begged me to over the radio.” Tom said with a teasing smile.
“Oh, is that what you heard?” You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember writing a lyric like that.”
“Maybe I know your music a little better than you do.” Tom shrugged playfully.
“Oh, yeah. That’s definitely it.” You humored him. You looked into each others eyes for a minute before embracing in another kiss. When you pulled away, you took his hand and pulled him towards your house.
“Come inside. I was just writing a song about you.”
summary: dismissing the belief that captain america was checking you out, you push down any growing feelings of attraction in fear of rejection, but as the days go on, steve starts to lose patience, and one day, his desire becomes something you can’t ignore.
warnings: smut smut smutty smut, explicit scenes and language, obvious size kink, height difference, insecurity, self deprecation (a bit), over stimulation, cockwarming, fluff, (bucky’s a bit condescending but he loves you), filth…utter filth, domestication, sam’s pretty ass, dats it (i think)
author notes: yeah..I’m going through my cap phase again after rewatching captain america..who can blame me?? that clean shaven face and those broad shoulders…also size kinks are my favourite ever and stevie makes it so easy with his mammoth paws and bimbo ass lmao, hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing this
When you first caught Steven Grant Rogers checking you out were doubt founded.
No, really, catching his blue eyes raking over your frame, lingering on the slit of your skirt had you frozen, stilled, paralyzed.
There was no way, no fucking way, Captain America was checking you out.
You didn’t want to sound self deprecating but it was him, Americas golden boy, the worlds best soldier and you, you were just a mere low level, Avengers archivist.
After making sure your eyes were working, scrubbing at them gingerly to not fucking lie to you, you opened them to see him again, stalking your frame, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, a glinting expression on his face
You begged your supervisor to let you leave early that day.
It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Steve, any one in their right mind within a 4 meter vicinity of his god like stature and chiseled face went into heat and jumbled their sentences, mind warm and body sweating, acting dumb and fluttering, he was just like that, making your already stumbling, unbalanced demeanor, 10x more stupid.
But you were scared, stilled from making any moves of pursuit by the imagined humiliation of being turned down by the star spangled, blue eyed soldier.
➵ summary: The night you met Peter, he found you in a nasty fight with your boyfriend while patrolling, and when he finds out you’ve gone back to him, his heart nearly breaks.
➵ word count: 2.2k
➵ tw: absuive/ toxic relationship, swearing, mentions of violence and blood, angst w happy ending.
➵ a/n: hiiiii! my first Peter Parker imagine ahhh so fun. anyway in this fic uhh Peter is aged up and lives in his own apartment because I said so and hopefully you guys like this :/ idk how I feel about the finished product but oh well fingers crossed?? happy reading, doves! xo Miz
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“No, you’re not doing this to me.” Peter said in disbelief, slowly backing away from your front door until his back softly hit the opposite wall.
“You wouldn’t- You wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t do this to yourself.”
Your heart felt constricted in your chest, you couldn’t breathe. You were gonna lose him. You wanted to reach out to him, but your feet may as well have been nailed to the floor in your front doorway.
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summary: Peter Parker was your best friend while Spider-Man was your crush. Little did you know, they were the same person, and you were about to find out.
a/n: sorry for the hiatus! i’ve been tired lately, which makes it harder for me to use my brain and write lol. but thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy it!
Summary: You have a routine. It may seem boring to some, but you like it. Until, some honey-eyed boy comes along to mess it all up, but maybe you like him too. Maybe.
Word count: ~3k
Warnings: Don’t think there are any…except for some second-hand embarrassment in the future? I *think* this can be read as a gender-neutral reader, but let me know if this is wrong! This series is a bit of a slow-burn, about 5 chapters, and should end up pretty fluffy.
A/N: Hi! This is my first time posting a fanfic. Please comment/like if you enjoyed it, and feel free to give me any tips or advice on improving. Thank you!
Your professor walks to the front of the class, clasping her hands together. A few students that had begun to doze off startle in their seats. “Alright class, that’s all I have for today. Post your discussion questions and answers by the end of the week, and your essays are due next Thursday. Don’t forget!” She stands by the podium, shuffling papers around while waiting for any students to ask questions.
You finish shading the cartoonish doodle in the margins of your notebook before jotting down the assignments. “English Composition and Literature” never holds your attention long, harder classes and to-do lists always pulling your thoughts in other directions. You listen well enough in class and do the assigned readings, so you don’t have much to worry about. You pack away your things and make your way through the crowd of students, ready to stop by the campus coffee shop on the way to the library — your favorite part of your routine.
Pairing: Roomate! Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Request/ Summary: In order to help Peter pass his Bio exam, you offer some hands-on experience with female anatomy. Study buddies are supposed to offer assistance, are they not?
Warnings: fingering, teasing, petnames, praise kink, masturbation mentioned, swearing, fluff, MAJORRR flirting is happening. like friends with benefits that need to become a couple asap bc the tension is…
Notes: i fricken loved this request so thank you to the beautiful nonnie who sent it<33 this is perfect as my exams are this week… blugh. enjoy this fluffness<3
Thump! Thump! Thump!
You frowned at the sudden noise, the sounds butting in to interrupt the soft stream of music you had playing from your speaker as you studied. With a huff, you untangled your limbs from the chair, throwing your pen on the sprawled papers across your desk, some of which had made it to the soft carpet below.
Following the thuds, you trudged to your bedroom door, the posters nearly flying off the wood as you whipped it open.
Your roommate, Peter, had his head down on the kitchen island, head-banging off his textbook as he murmured incoherently. You stifled back laughter, watching as he sighed, his cheek pressed up against the sticky tabbed pages, his own papers in the same state as yours.
Everywhere.
His eyes flickered up to you, dark chocolate orbs stormy and distraught. “I hate finals week.” he muttered, reaching up to grab a page filled with scribbles to crumble it in a ball between his fist.
“Don’t we all?” you teased, walking over to your best friend to lean over his shoulder, resting your head against the solid muscle. “ Why? Why did I decide to get a post-secondary education? Why couldn’t I just… I don’t know sleep all day?” he sighed.
debauched angels (and brazen escapades)** SERIES MASTERLIST!
↳ spider-man and black cat have been playing cat and mouse for sixteen weeks; beneath his scathing annoyance and desire to end her vengeful exploits, he feels a reluctant fascination for her.
until you came around with your enigmatic dulcet masquerade, leaving him piqued in his curiosity for you all while he struggles with ambivalence.
ONE SHOTS
so sad, so sexy
↳ in which peter parker finds himself hyperventilating in a party before catching you smoking in a hot tub
bruised lover
↳ in which peter parker comes to your solace and aid after a long night, and he tells you what he truly feels
only when i looked into your eyes
↳ peter parker disappears on you before you leave for college. when he comes back years later, you’re aching for the truth, wanting to ask him a question that’s been breaking your heart the longer he’s gone
scripts thrown into the fire
↳ you and peter make a bet before spending seven minutes in a closet before new year hits, and he ends up telling you what he feels
watercolor eyes
↳ two months after the events of no way home, peter struggles choosing between his painful responsibilities and (un)selfish wants
my reverie's affinity remains to be you
↳ in a world where you see ten seconds of your soulmate’s life in your dreams, you already knew that spider-man was your soulmate. but what you didn’t know, was that you’d be vexed to see who was beneath the mask
hung up on you
↳ you and peter parker are left to deal with the aftermath of the snap, both grieving in your ways that includes inconsequential bickering and redundant jealousy. what happens when you get hurt during an unexpected mission and he’s left to take care of you?
treading lightly in a sober mind
↳ peter parker drinks for the first time on your birthday, and it ends up into a somewhat problematized yet eventful night
Plot: Both you and Bucky have some very mixed feelings about you. Maybe you can help each other clear things up.
Warnings: 18+. Smut and fluff.
Words: 6,7OO
Shaking your head in amusement, you watch as your friend boldly winks at one of the men at the bar. You never did understand how someone could have the confidence to flirt so shamelessly. Even if you had an entire bottle of wine coursing through your system where you’re slurring your words and stumbling on your feet, you never were able to shut off the voice in your head that made you hyper-aware of how much space you were taking up with your posture or that men talked to you differently than they did to your friends.
Men approach you to ask if your friends are single, or because you appreciate their crude humour because they don’t have to impress you. You’re great with men -the men willing to give the time of day anyway- but is it too much to ask to be the object of desire sometimes? To be flirted with? To have scandalous sex in a public bathroom with?
But then again, you’re probably too big to manoeuvre your way in a bathroom stall anyway.
Dropping your head down to the glass filled with a colourful cocktail, you watch the ice bob in your drink. You’re grateful two of your friends are already in a relationship, because otherwise you’d be the only one of your friend group who would go home alone.
You know your confidence is partly to blame for not being that much of a success with men, but your friends are skinny enough for men to want to fight for them. You, you’re not thin enough to expect for a man to go for you. In your case, you’re going to have to fight long and hard to even start and hold a conversation with a man. Especially a flirty one.
Frantic whispers across the table make you look back up from your drink. Your friends look giddy and shocked and a frown settles on your face. Looking around the establishment, which is a niche mix of a bar and club, your eyes fall onto a trio of buff men who you immediately recognise as the men from the Avengers. Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, if you remember correctly.
They strut towards the bar and take a seat on the stools, ignoring the obvious mumbles and stares travelling through the room. Sam looks in his element, exuding confidence and excitement. Steve looks out of place, his confidence not necessarily boosted by the ogling and drooling from the men and women around him. You feel for the old man. Even after all these years he must not be used to this at all.
And then there’s Bucky… With a broody look on his face and intimidating posture. He looks like he’s been dragged here by Sam and you notice people are scared to look too long at the ex-assassin, the crowd inside only stealing as much as a glance from the intense man.
But assuming men never notice you anyway, you peer across the bar and study the mysterious, god-sculpted man sitting next to Sam and Steve. You’ve always found his story intriguing -most people did.
It’s a big city and you never expected to ever be in the same bar as them, but you knew they went out quite frequently. Bucky and Steve were obviously trying to still ease back into normal life and Sam, you assumed, just really likes going out.
On top of that, they are the most eligible bachelors in the city. Who doesn’t want a strong superhero to manhandle you? Apparently everyone does. You know they aren’t innocent virgins, but they do well keeping their sexual and romantic antics private. They must have a strong PR team chasing their asses.
Lost in thought, you don’t realise you’re still staring until your eyes lock with the person of your intrigue. Your breath halts in your throat as Bucky raises his brows at you, cocking his head to the side almost in a daring way to ask you why the fuck you’re still looking. The distance is too far to accurately read the expression on his face or make out his features, but definitely not too far to see how handsome he is.
You want to look away, you fear you might have to for your own safety from the look he’s giving you, but you can’t. You must look completely bewildered as your stare remains on him, but he doesn’t look away either.
The slight nudge of your friend’s elbow in your side makes you finally divert your eyes from the soldier and you swallow hard, looking up at her.
“Hm?”
“Finish your drink, so we can order another round.” She chuckles at you and you take a deep breath, nodding.
Taking the glass in your hand, you gulp down the strong cocktail and add your order to the list the waiter was noting down. In between, you manage to sneak another peek at Bucky, who is long engrossed in another conversation.
“You okay?” Your friend asks when the waiter leaves with your orders and you give her a weak smile, nodding slightly at her.
Safe to say that most nights like these, you feel out of it. Only once in a blue moon do you feel confident and do the strict voices in your head disappear from your conscience.
“You look hot tonight!” She gives you a cheeky wink and your heart warms at her compliment. Your friends are lovely and try their best to make you feel confident, but they can only do so much until they focus back on themselves like they should.
Heaving a deep breath, you scold yourself internally. Get your act together. It’s not about the men. It’s about you and your friends having fun. You repeat the mantra over and over, taking a big swig from the fresh cocktail put in front of your nose.
“Let’s dance!” You cheer and drag your friends out to the dance floor.
Laughing and giggling, you and majority of your friend group manoeuvre yourselves to the dance floor. Lost in a joke, one of your friends gives you a slight shove as she holds back tears of laughter, much like you. Your back collides with the wall and you gasp when the wall moves.
Whirling your body around, your stomach completely drops as your eyes raise to the level of Bucky’s. Slowly, you move your hands up to cover your mouth, your eyes darting over his chest to find beer spilled all over his shirt. Oh no, no, no, no, no….
“Oh my God…” You gasp “I am so sorry.”
You can see him grit his teeth as he peels the fabric of his rock hard abdomen. Trying not to focus too much on his toned abs bulging through the soaked fabric, your eyes dart around his face frantically. Great, this is just great.
“Well… That’s not gonna help his mood.” Steve mumbles from his spot at the bar and you scrunch your eyes shut.
“I completely ruined your night. I’m so sorry.” You repeat yourself and chew your lip “Let me just - Just hang on a second!”
Not giving anyone around any chance to say anything to you at all, you sprint out of the bar.
Everyone saw you. Everyone saw the fat girl bump into the ex-assassin, making him spill his beer all over his shirt. Everyone heard Steve say that Bucky’s mood was officially ruined. Everyone looked at you.
Everyone saw you.
Heart pounding in your ears, you gasp for oxygen like a fish when the fresh air hits you. You walk and walk and walk until you round a corner at the end of the street and collide with the stone wall, burying your face in your hands.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” You groan and grit your teeth to stop yourself from spiralling into an endless cycle of complete embarrassment.
Opening your eyes, you adjust to the bright light of the neon sight across from you and after a few deep breaths, a ridiculous idea pops into your head.
…
Wrapping his hands around the fabric, he wrings out the fresh water as he watches himself in the mirror.
He should have never agreed to come along.
Sniffing the fabric, Bucky groans when he still smells the horrible stench of beer on the soaked cotton.
The music becomes a loud roar again as Steve and Sam join him in the bathroom, before reducing the music back to a dull thump when the door closes again.
“Dude, this sucks.” Sam mumbles, watching his topless friend attempt to clean his shirt a fourth time.
“This was supposed to be a good night…” Steve adds and Bucky rolls his eyes at their awful way of trying to make him feel better.
A loud knock on the door has the three men call out in unison “Occupied!”
“Please,” a gentle voice speaks through the door and the men frown at each other, before Sam walks over and pushes the door open slowly “I come in peace.”
The men look at you in utter confusion as they expectantly stare at you in the door opening. Tugging at the fabric hanging from your purse, you pull out a black t-shirt and hold the ball of cotton out to Bucky carefully.
You try not to make any sudden movements in case Bucky has decided spilling beer over his shirt is a crime worse enough to kill you for.
“You bought him another shirt?” Steve asks, amusement lacing his voice as he takes it from your hands and shoves it into Bucky’s bare chest.
“Of course…” You mumble, your voice not coming out nearly as strong as you want it to when your eyes briefly connect with Bucky’s again “I’m really sorry.”
“You said that already.” Bucky finally speaks and you look down in shame, blood rushing to your cheeks immediately. You would have gotten away with this much easier if you had been hot.
Pulling the shirt over his head and down his torso, Sam and Steve instantaneously burst out laughing.
It’s a simple black shirt, but with the words ‘Sexy Beast’ written in hot pink, capital letters on the front. Pursing your lips, you desperately try to hold back from laughing along with the two men. Eyes connecting with Bucky’s, his glare makes you want to laugh even more.
Sam walks over and slaps his hand to your shoulder “Oh, you have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this!” He chokes out through his laughter and you finally let a small giggle slip.
“They didn’t have any other shirts?” Bucky spits through gritted teeth, his eyes almost black with annoyance as he glares straight through your soul.
You shrug innocently “Well, they had one with ‘I heart New York’, but I thought it would be too tacky…”
Steve and Sam are breathless, both muscled men buckled over because they are laughing so hard and your blush deepens even more as you take in the state of Bucky. He looks like he could burn down this place any second. You’re sure this is his look right before he kills someone.
“Right. I should go.” You quickly mumble and scurry out of the men’s room, trying to find your friends.
Bucky stares at your empty spot with his expression baffled. Normally he would wring your pretty little neck for pulling a stunt like this, but it is like you put a spell on him.
He was ready to burn the entire bar to the ground when his beer collided with his chest, but the second he turned around and saw your shocked expression, all he could see was two pretty, wide eyes and a mouth so perfect he could do nothing else but imagine it wrapped around his cock.
And then his eyes trailed down.
He is sure you didn’t notice, but never in his life has he seen a body this tempting. Your curves were begging to be squeezed and grabbed onto, your thighs were inviting him into their warmth and your skin looked so goddamn soft. He just wanted his hands all over you and squeeze every bit of your flesh.
And then you turned around and bolted, giving him a perfect view of your ass jiggling as you ran.
He was aware of the beauty ideal put on women. It always had been the case, back in the forties as well, but the twenty-first century seemed both better and worse than ever for women.
And Bucky caught himself getting carried away with those ideals, chasing every woman that looked like a supermodel, because he could get them. Normally, he might have never noticed a girl like you, mainly because you will do anything to remain entirely invisible.
But something about you radiates so much light and energy that his focus settled only on you. The second he spotted you at your table with your friends and you locked eyes, his heart started thumping inside of his chest.
Your eyes weren’t flirty, narrowed in on him for a shallow night. Your eyes were piercing, intense and instantly irregulated his entire system. Bucky almost slid off his stool and dropped to his knees at the sight of you. It made him insatiable and most of all, curious.
He wants to feel you so bad. In his hands, on his mouth, around his cock -in his goddamn soul.
And the second he locked eyes with you again, your shocked face after discovering the beer spilled down his shirt, it triggered something else in him. It didn’t take him long to notice that you try everything to control yourself at all times. Try not to be too loud, not to show too much of yourself, not step out of the box you feel you are put in. You try to restrain yourself so badly.
He wants to completely disrupt that – disrupt you. He wants you screaming, begging, blabbering and lose control entirely, preferably by making you come over and over and over.
“It’s nice of her to get you a new shirt though.” Sam slaps Bucky’s shoulder and tosses the soaked t-shirt into the trash. Bucky nods slowly, not doubting his masculinity for a second and strutting out of the bathroom and back into the club with his natural confidence as he wears the shirt with pride.
The three men settle back at the bar and continue their night, Bucky and Sam laughing as they watch Steve navigate his way with one of the women that approached him.
Although, Bucky can’t help but glance around the room every few minutes to make sure you’re still there. His heart skips a beat every time your eyes lock, but Bucky’s curiosity is peaking again when you continue on with a smile on your face despite the death stare he is giving you.
His curiosity is cut short when his eyes drop down to your hips rolling to the sound of your music. He’s sure if he looks hard enough, he can feel the friction of your ass against his front as you grind yourself to the sound waves of a song that makes both your eyelids droop.
“You’re staring, Buck.” Steve nudges him lightly, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a smile.
“Can you blame me?” Bucky growls back, forcing himself to turn his body back to the bar and down his beer in one big gulp.
“Not really. She’s pretty.” Steve admits, stealing another glance at you and your friends “Why don’t you go for it?”
“Really Steve? And how would you go about it exactly?” Bucky asks with his eyes raised in amusement. That earns him a punch to his chest from Steve, followed by laughter from Bucky. He just finds it very amusing that his friend just spluttered out the most insane words to impress a girl and then tries to push Bucky to start flirting.
“Afraid you’ll get rejected?” Sam comes up behind Bucky, obviously having caught up with the conversation.
Bucky’s silence is all his two friends need to hear and Sam immediately excuses himself, walking over to you and your friends. Stepping up to one of your best friends, the seemingly most approachable one, he invites you all over to come with the men to continue drinks at Steve’s apartment. You sneak another glance at Bucky and catch him looking slightly …nervous.
Eagerly accepting the invitation, your friend sends Sam back to his partners. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you chew your lip nervously.
This is exactly the time you should head home. This is the moment where it all starts looking up for your friends and you will end up somewhere in the corner, sipping your drink quietly and eventually letting yourself out. Not a single scenario in your head ends up with you having a good night.
This is when you leave.
“Nooo, please stay! It’ll be so much fun!” Your friend pleads and you give a pitiful smile.
“I-“ You fall quiet. Anxiety screaming at you, you decide to force yourself to enjoy your night “I need to use the bathroom really quickly.”
Your friend squeaks in excitement when you basically tell her you have decided to come along. Chuckling with a shaking head, you make your way over to the restrooms.
Luckily, it’s quiet there and you can think. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you keep yourself from letting out a frustrated groan. This outfit looked cute on you before, you thought, but now you want to rip it apart and dive into bed. If you knew you looked like this next to all the other girls at the bar, you would have gone home instantly.
Resting your hands onto one of the sinks, you drop your head down and close your eyes, desperately trying to silence the negative voice in your head and tell yourself to not give a fuck about what others think.
“You are on a roll today. Enjoying the men’s room that much?”
You snap your head up and your eyes widen when you see Bucky next to you, washing his hands. Wiping them on his new t shirt, he watches you with raised brows, obviously waiting for your explanation as to why you find yourself in the men’s restrooms.
“S-shit, I must have… Fuck. I wasn’t paying attention.” You stutter and run a hand through your hair.
“Yeah, that seems to be kind of your thing.” Bucky scoffs and you turn on your heel to face him.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you are not very aware of your surroundings at all.” He states, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Are you always this rude to people?” You ask him, offended.
“Ah, there’s your confidence!” He throws his hands up in the air as a grin forms on his lips. Taking a step forward, he looks down on you as he leans his metal hand onto the sink you were you leaning on, towering over you slightly “Did you know I’ve been looking at you all night?”
Frowning up at him, you search his face for anything you can work off of “Well, yeah. I get it. You’re pissed that I ruined your shirt. But I apologised, so you could have just let it go.”
“That’s why you think I was looking at you?” He asks curiously and it’s intimidating you how he doesn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by your attitude.
Your stomach sinks and your breath puffs from your chest in defeat at his insinuation before you roll your eyes and look up at him with the most unbothered expression you can muster, even though you want the ground to swallow you whole right about now.
“Seriously? I get that I’m not as pretty as my friends, but Jesus, this is some next level judgement.”
Bucky lets out a menacing laugh, making you shut your mouth instantly “I fucking knew it.”
Your eyes widen as you look at him and if you thought he was angry before, he is completely infuriated now. His jaw is clenched tightly, his eyes are dark and the handsome wrinkles in his face give away all the frustrated tension contorting his face.
However, the second he notices the defeat on your face, his expression softens so much, you barely recognise him.
His flesh hand raises slowly and cups your jaw “Do you have any idea how fucking mesmerizing you are?”
Throat going completely dry, your eyes widen even more if that is even possible.
“Stop. Please, stop.”
“-Why? Because you don’t know how to take a compliment?”
Opening your mouth to respond to him, you find yourself scrambling for the words. You heard those words a thousand times, but hearing it come from his mouth that you don’t know how to take a compliment instantly makes you shut up. His hand drops from your face and he sighs, his soft, round eyes searching yours as he looks down to you.
“Let me walk you home?” He offers and you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest, not missing his eyes drop down to your cleavage quickly before rising back up.
“It’s not far, I can walk alone.”
“Do you give every man such a hard time?” Bucky raises an eyebrow at you challengingly.
“What men?”
He sighs again and gently, yet not-so-gently, rips your arms from your chest “Shut up and let me walk you home.”
You’re scared. Not because you think you’re in danger -an Avenger is walking you home- but because every other man would have left you alone after giving him such a hard time. Then you had always told yourself it was good riddance, since they couldn’t handle your feisty nature, but Bucky is getting a little too close for comfort. You aren’t used to this at all.
So with his strong hand wrapped around your arm, he drags you over the street until you reach a cross section.
“Where to?”
“I’m not telling you. I don’t know you.”
“You’ve seen me without a shirt, we’re pretty close.” Bucky rolls his eyes at you.
Ripping your arm away, you turn to face him “I don’t give a shit. I’m not telling you where I live.”
“Fine.” Bucky growls, not wanting to admit that your stubborn nature is triggering something in him “But you’re not walking alone, so we’re going this way.”
Before you can question him about the location, his hand is back on your arm and he drags you over the cross walk and in the opposite direction of your house.
After walking in silence for five minutes, straight into the busier part of the city, you suddenly stop walking to tell him to call you a taxi and get you home.
“We’re here.” He tells you and you look past the doorman to the massive entrance of the building in front of you. The entrance is large and modern and the doorman greets Bucky as he holds open the door for him.
Unable to stop your curiosity from overpowering your common sense, you step forward when Bucky ushers for you to follow him. Clutching your purse to your stomach, you give the doorman a smile and follow Bucky inside, looking around in awe at the size of the building.
“It’s not mine.” He mutters “I’m housesitting for a friend. He’s loaded.”
You roll your eyes and huff a laugh as Bucky pushes the elevator button “Sounds like something a kidnapper would say.”
“Last chance to turn around and get a taxi.” He responds, his expression stoic.
You’re not sure about the wave of slight arrogance washing over you and where it comes from, but your eyes lock with his and you narrow them playfully as you slowly step backwards into the elevator. Bucky can’t help but clear his throat to stop it from going dry from the anything-but-innocent look on your face, his eyes settling on the sight of your ass reflected in the mirror behind you.
Stepping over to the panel, you press the button saying ‘P’ for penthouse. Within seconds, Bucky is pressed against your back, your body stiffening instantly at the close proximity and your eyes fluttering when you feel his hot breath in your neck. His metal hand grabs your hip as his other hand slips around you to press the button a few rows below the one you pressed to the 15th floor.
“Hm, not that loaded then.” You mutter cockily, trying not to give away how much of an effect Bucky has on you.
He chuckles softly, both his hands resting on your hips now and you feel yourself tense even more at the realisation he must feel your hip dips by the way he’s holding you. Swallowing hard, you squeeze your eyes shut and chew your lip as nerves ricochet against the barrier of your skin to burst through.
“So cocky… Yet so nervous…” Bucky mumbles against the shell of your ear, making a shiver run down your back.
You feel your heart rate pick up and your skin burn with heat. Gravity surges through your body, making you feel lightheaded in combination with Bucky’s closeness and tempting words in your ear.
“Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?” You breathe out and he chuckles softly, his hands squeezing your hips before turning you around and gently pressing you against the wall, his forehead attaching itself to yours.
“Hmm, I’m not nervous.” He clears up and you roll your eyes at him.
“Of course not. I’d never be nervous if I looked like you.” You blurt out, chewing your lip when you realise what you admitted.
Instead of arguing with your statement like he easily could, a smirk spreads over Bucky’s lips at your confession and a silence hangs thick in the air. Gulping harshly and chewing your lip even harder, your hands latch onto the holding bar behind your back.
You raise your eyes slowly and for the first time, really admire his face. His sharp cheekbones, straight jaw, perfect nose and full, pink lips. The biggest, blue eyes that would make him look like a puppy if he wasn’t so intense right now. His handsome wrinkles and stubbled beard making him look incredibly masculine and sexy. You take your time, admiring his face as your hands tighten around the metal bar and your tongue traces your lips enticingly.
The ding of the elevator makes you release a long breath and Bucky lets out a menacing chuckle before taking a step back and gesturing for you to step out first. Not being able to help himself, his eyes trail up and down you body as he curses to himself.
You might just kill him.
Stepping into the large, luxury apartment that might as well be a penthouse, your eyes widen. High ceilings and everything decorated with black and gold, floors and furniture shimmering because of how clean it is, you sigh internally. Just what you need, for everything to be a reflective surface. Dim, orange light glows throughout the space as Bucky turns on the technology, walking into another room quickly and coming back with two beers.
Sliding your coat off your shoulders, draping it over the back of the sofa and spinning on your heel to face Bucky, you take the beer he offers you. You lift the neck to your lips and wrap them around the bottle, taking a sip as you keep eye contact with him before lowering the bottle again.
“Why didn’t you go with Steve and Sam?” You ask him as you pace the apartment, admiring the sleek design of it.
“My night was ruined by some girl throwing beer on me.”
You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, giving him a quick glance before turning away and shaking your head disapprovingly. Circling back around, you make your way over to the bar Bucky is standing at. Of course this place has its own bar.
“Well, I could have done everyone a favour and not gotten you a new shirt.” You shrug, leaning over the bar as Bucky stands on the opposite side of the dark, marbled barricade.
“But you’re just not that evil…” He tells you sarcastically and you give him a smirk with an innocent shrug. All of a sudden, he presses his fingers to the top of his beer bottle resting on the counter, tipping it over and spilling it down your dress.
Letting out something that resembles the combination of a gasp and a shriek, you raise your hands up and jump back. But it’s too late. Almost half a bottle of beer has started soaking into the fabric of your dress and you slowly raise your head to give Bucky the deadliest glare you can pull off with the cold liquid dripping down your chest.
Bucky has his lips pursed and a devious glint shimmering in his darkened eyes, his vision darting between your face and chest as your nipples harden through the fabric.
“Oops.”
You grit your teeth and clench your fists “Oops?”
“It was an accident.” He shrugs and you shoot daggers at him with your glare.
“No it fucking wasn’t!” You spit at him and look down, peeling the sticky fabric off your skin. When you raise your head again, you notice Bucky is standing in front of you.
Halting your movements, you look up at him expectantly. The air between you seems to have changed significantly and he is looking down at you with a look you haven’t seen in anyone before. His face is hard as stone, his expression tense and his eyes hooded and dark. As impassive as his expression is, the intensity of him is burning into your skin, like coating you with hot lava.
“Take it off.”
It’s so soft -the command so quiet, yet so firm. You look up at him with wide eyes, every possible alarm ringing in your head that you are dealing with a situation you have never dealt with before.
It must have taken you too long to respond, because his hands slowly reach forward and grab the fabric, bunching it up in his hands until the hem is raised to your upper thighs.
When he realises you’re not stopping him, he gently lifts his hands further up, fingertips skimming your bare skin as the light fabric raises up with his touch. Your breaths are shallow and shuddery, his actions making you feel so many mixed emotions, you don’t know what to do with yourself. So you decide to submit to him, let him guide you through this.
“Lift your arms.”
His words are nothing more than a whisper now and you do as you are told, his command making you feel safe and submissive, especially since his eyes haven’t left yours for a second since he started lifting your dress up.
Gently raising the fabric over your head and leaving you in your underwear, you don’t realise you’re holding your breath as the fabric gets flung to the sleek, black tiles under your feet. Goosebumps instantly appear over the entire surface of your skin when one cold and one warm hand grab your sides. In a daze where you feel too vulnerable to find your voice, you let Bucky turn you around.
Your eyes instantly shoot to the ceiling when you’re face to face with a full length, darkened mirror covering the wall. Nervously chewing your lip, you want to evaporate completely after seeing yourself exposed like that. The low timber of Bucky’s voice brings you back to reality.
“Please don’t make me cover you up…”
His lips brush over the skin of your neck and you sigh deeply, finally letting out the breath you were holding. Hands sliding around your frame, they stroke over every dip and curve of your body, his touch so light, you find yourself craving more pressure.
Your eyes drift everywhere but the mirror, Bucky’s touches to your skin heightened by your self awareness. Thumbs brushing your nipples through the lace of your bra and teeth sinking into your skin gently before soothing the light sting with his tongue and lips, you slowly start to relax as your breathing evens out.
“Look at me.” Bucky mumbles against your skin and after a few second of contemplation, you let your vision drift to the reflection on the mirror, his eyes immediately capturing yours. His eyes are impossibly captivating and don’t allow yours to drift away for a second as his mouth continues its abuse to the skin of your neck.
“Bucky…” You whisper and he hums against your skin in response.
One of his hands strokes down the length of your body, over your belly and dips between your thick thighs. Tracing the edges of your underwear with his fingers, you find yourself tilting your head slightly to give him the go ahead to have you. Have it all.
Two fingers press through the fabric of your panties into your clit and for the first time since you noticed the tension between the two of you, does your body respond to the sexual craving he awakens in you, your desire completely overtaking your self consciousness. Tensing at his touch, his fingers start rubbing up and down your slit over your underwear.
When his fingers finally slip into your underwear and slide through your wet folds, you let out a shuddery breath, dropping your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes. His nose trails across your shoulder, inhaling you when it nudges your neck as he drags his fingers over your clit in slow and steady circles.
“God, you’re so fucking warm…” He grumbles, sinking his teeth into your skin again “So goddamn soft too.”
Letting out a soft hum at his words, one of his hands working in your underwear and one playing with your nipples, you feel your stomach tense at his ministrations. Your breathing gets heavier and you’re almost panting as his pace quickens. The pressure of his fingers is perfect, changing up his tempo to keep you on edge and pushing you closer every time he accelerates. Attempting to speak every now and then, all you can manage is breathless whimpers as Bucky forces himself to be patient and pull as many soft little sounds from you as he craves. Which is all of them.
The coil in your belly is winding tighter and your body tenses as you’ve risen to stand on your toes, your hands reaching up to grab onto his metal arm which has wrapped itself around your ribs.
“Bucky, I-” You start, but let out an unstoppable moan, your voice raspy as it bursts from your lips.
He swears he’s never heard a sound sexier and adds more pressure, making sure to keep doing what he’s doing to get you where he so desperately wants: you coming at his hands.
Your moans raise in pitch as your face scrunches and your jaw hangs slack, the pleasure almost unbearable. Tightening your grip on his arm, you buck your hips to his hand and chase your high.
“Please, baby. Please come.” He almost begs and it’s all you need before you explode at his touches. Heat surges through your body, your muscles stretching and trembling as your orgasm courses through you like wildfire. Eyes glued to your body and face as your come, Bucky can’t believe the sight before him. Your body tensing and completely at his mercy after he caused you to completely give into him has him fighting to refrain from dragging you to the ground and fucking you into the shiny floor, cracking the tiles if he has to.
Bucking against him as he circles his fingers against you, you almost buckle over when two fingers sink into your soaking core. Bucky groans at the feeling of you fluttering and squeezing around his fingers, your arousal dripping into his palm before pressing it against your sensitive clit.
Slowly dragging his thick fingers in and out of you, curling them into your spot every time he enters you, you writhe in his hold. Unable to stop the moans and whines from rolling off your lips, Bucky licks a thick stripe from your shoulder up to your ear, taking your lobe between his lips and nibbling softly.
“Going to make you come again, clumsy girl.” He mutters, his voice like a crackling fire in your ears “And I want you to see how fucking good you look while you come for me.”
“Bucky…” You whine.
“-Because it’s so good. Fuck… It’s- You’re so good. So good for me…” He grunts against your skin, once again speeding up his fingers and you keen.
The arms wrapped around your body raises up and his metal fingers grasp onto your chin, turning your face so you’re staring straight into the mirror. Still keeping your eyes on Bucky, you feel like you’re fighting for your life to even keep your eyes open.
Abdomen tensing and your high surging toward you when you feel Bucky press himself against you to show you just how much of an effect you have on him, you gasp out another moan, driving Bucky to keep going and going and going until…
Sinking down onto his fingers, you let your second orgasm crash into you, Bucky’s name rolling off your lips like a prayer as you look at him. But you can’t help but let your glassy eyes drift over to your lingerie-clad body and the way it crumbles when you come. And it’s not the way you look or all the blemishes and dips you have spent way too much time looking at, no. You’re mesmerised by your body held into Bucky’s arms and the way you look like you have never experienced this much pleasure. The sight of you coming in his arms, combined with your own moans reverberating through the large apartment is turning you on.
“Good girl. Look at you.” He praises, his voice sounding astounded as he takes in the sight “Never seen anything this sexy before in my fuckin’ life.”
You barely get to come down from your second high before you are spun around and pulled into his chest roughly, his metal hand tangling into your hair and dragging your head up to mesh your lips with his roughly. The kiss is intense, greedy and warm, his lips and tongue sweeping onto yours like he wants to inhale you.
Your hands grabbing onto his shirt and grasping onto the fabric, you start scrunching it into your fists in an impatient attempt to pull it off of him. He grumbles against your mouth in reluctancy of pulling away before quickly pulling the shirt over his head and immediately pulling you back in, not wanting to stop kissing you for a second. Hands grabbing onto your flesh like you’re his lifeline, even Bucky is surprised at how absolutely feral you make him.
As needy as he is, his dominance and sturdiness doesn’t leave him and he guides you to a random bedroom, not leaving one bit of your skin untouched. Turning and sitting at the end of the bed, he pulls you down on his lap, his fingers digging into your ass greedily as he grinds you down onto him wantonly. His strength surprises you, but you can’t help but admit how nice it is to be manhandled when you never thought that was a fantasy you could live out.
The kiss is just tongue and teeth now, both of you ready to devour the other and impatience growing as you feel yourself throbbing over him. Grinding down to relief some of the pressure, the groan that rumbles through Bucky’s chest has your confidence skyrocketing.
“Bucky, take your pants off…” You breathe against his lips and he peels you off him.
“Keep saying things like that to me and you won’t walk for a week.” He tells you, his face completely dead serious. You bite your lower lip with a smile and stroke his chest softly as he holds onto your upper arms.
“I don’t feel like walking anyway.”
That’s all he needed to hear from his clumsy girl.
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okay so i don’t think i would write a whole fic on dark themes but i can do short drabbles/blurbs on them so this masterlist is for those :)) you can always send in requests for these and i’ll try to get back to them soon (if i’m not busy)
⚠️DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING
‼️All the drabbles are tagged with tw: dark content so if you don’t want to read or come across them you can filter the tag
~tom holland
dark!tom holland gaslighting you into not leaving him
dark!ceo!tom holland leaving you with a toy in
dark!tom holland teaching you who you belong to
dark!tom holland wanting to show you off to the world
dark!tom holland method acting his sex scene
dark!frat!tom holland making you suck him off
dark!frat!tom holland eating you out while you’re working (pt2)
dark!tom holland fucking you in your sleep
dark!frat!tom holland letting his frat bros touch you
sub!tom holland begging to come
dark!tom holland method acting his sex scene (pt 2)
dark!frat!tom holland using you to help his needs (pt 3)
the reader grinding on tom’s face
~peter parker
yandere!peter parker kidnapping you
dark!peter parker being overprotective over you
dark!peter parker taking advantage of you
dark!peter parker being overprotective after may’s death
dark!peter parker following you home to take care of you
innocent!peter parker wanting to please you on your study date
stepbro!peter parker visiting your room at night
dark!peter parker making you forget your name
peter parker forgetting his strength in bed
dark!peter parker eating you out until you cry
sub!peter parker getting edged
dark!peter parker getting jealous of his variants
dark!peter parker being way too clingy
stepbro!peter parker reminding you who you belong to
yandere!peter parker reacting to mad reader
stepbro!peter parker having fun at family movie night
~arvin russell
dark!arvin russell punishing you for being a bad girl
dark!arvin russell fucking you in the confession room
dark!arvin playing a game with you to pass time
dark!arvin playing a game with you in the car (pt 2)
~nathan drake
dark!nathan drake showing you who’s in control
dark!nathan drake manipulating you into not breaking up
dark!nathan drake not letting you break up with him (pt 2)
~tom x peter x arvin x nathan
all of them taking you at once
if anyone wants to be on the taglist for these you can reply on this post or send an ask on my inbox (I didn’t want to tag my usual tags because some people might not wanna read dark themes)
Summary: Morals don’t quite apply to people who have nothing to lose. Peter can try to save you all he wants, but there are darker games at play; a bigger shadow that shields you from his warmth.
Status: Complete
Word Count: 47.4k
Blurbs:
The Name ♡
Summary: Peter and you can’t agree on a baby name.
Word Count: 800+
As The World Caves In ★
Summary: Peter can’t bear the though of living in a world without you.
Word Count: 800+
Bumps ♡✐
Summary: When you’re feeling insecure because of your acne, Peter reassures you that you’re beautiful.
Word Count: 600+
Overprotective Peter ♡✐
Summary: Peter gets a little too overprotective
Word Count: 700+
Peter Loves Tits ♡✐
Summary: Peter loves your tits
Word Count: 500+
One Shots:
Talking to the Moon ★♔
Summary: When Peter’s identity is leaked, he is forced to leave you and his old life behind, shattering your heart in the process.
Word Count: 1.8k
Only You ♡ (Part 2 of “Talking to the Moon”)
Summary: You and Peter finally reunite.
Word Count: 1K
What a Dumbass ♡♔
Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured.
Word Count: 2.1K
You Love Me, Right? ★♡
Summary: Peter is worried when his daughter doesn’t seem to vibe with him.
Word Count: 2.5k
Dancing With Your Ghost ★
Summary: Every night you’re visited by a ghost from the past.
Word Count: 1k
What We Deserve ★♡♔✐
Summary: The strain in your marriage to Peter is ready to snap when he misses another date night; the most important date night too.
Word Count: 2.6k
What They Deserve ★ (Part 2 of “What We Deserve”)
Summary: Devastating news leads to Peter questing whether or not he’s able to take care of his kids alone.
Word Count: 1.4k
Password Protected ★♡︎♔ ✐
Summary: You and Peter’s relationship comes to a stand-still when he refuses to share his phone password with you.
Word Count: 2.4k
They Call It ‘Puppy Love’♡✐
Summary: Peter has an adorable accident in the lab; resulting in his new irresistible look.
Word Count: 3.6k
Take Yours (And I’ll Take Mine) ★♡♔*
Summary: Your ‘friends with benefits’ situation with Peter only grows more painful for him as he watches you push his affections away.
Word Count: 6.9k
You Say the Whole World’s Ending (Honey, It Already Did) ★
Summary: Peter mourns his greatest loss.
Word Count: 1.2k
The Glitch ★ ♔
Summary: Something seems off during a walk in the park.
Word Count: 1.1k
Red-Handed ♡★
Summary: You and Peter get caught red-handed playing “naked games” by Morgan, leading to am extremely pissed off Tony.
Word Count: 2.5k
No Time To Die ★ ♔
Summary: After learning the horrifying secrets your family kept from you, you became what they feared the most.
Word Count: 4.8K
Punch in the Heart ★♡︎✐
Summary: Peter is the sweetest boy in the world, except for when it comes to you.
Word Count: 3.4k
How Do You Taste?* ★♡︎✐
Summary: Something about Peter Parker just irks you. As much as you hate the banter and the annoying comments, that doesn’t stop you from falling into his arms..
Word Count: 4.8k
Six Feet Under ★♡︎
Summary: When Peter broke up with you, he never expected to see you fall into the arms of Harry Osborn.
Word Count: 2.8k
Virgin* ♡♔
Summary: When you find out Peter’s no longer a virgin, you find yourself wondering what sex is like and Peter, being your best friend, offers to help you experience a thing or two.
Word Count: 2.1k
That Time of Year ★♡︎♔
Summary: Your sadistic, yet easygoing personality seems to go away whenever Christmas rolls around, and despite all their efforts, the Avengers can never pull you out of your rut that time of year… until a certain Spiderling comes along. Maybe he can bring a smile to your face this Christmas?
Word Count: 5k
My Girl ♡︎♔
Summary: When Flash’s birthday comes around, you beg Peter—or rather, Spider-man—to swing by his party, offering a kiss on the cheek for the favor.
Word Count: 2.5k
The Baby Assignment ♡︎
Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.
Series Summary: Sergeant Bucky Barnes has just joined the 107th, and he’s keen on learning the ins and outs of war from the best medic in the regiment, you.
WC: 6.5k
A/N: Alright fam, time to get the latter half of the story in motion! Please enjoy all of the fluff and sweet moments. :) while you can :,)
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“Okay. This time I got it.”
“I’m all ears, doll.”
“This is a serious one, and I’m being vulnerable, so please be kind okay?”
Bucky stared at you, expression skeptical. “Go ahead.”
You let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, here we go. I once had a pet rat named Penelope. I got lost in the woods of Canada by myself when I was seven. And,” you closed your eyes, then looked at Bucky with a look of complete dread, “I have six toes on one foot.”
“What?” Bucky exclaimed through a sudden cackle.
You shoved him. “Don’t you dare make fun of me for that, James Barnes. I never talk about that with anyone!”
He raised a brow. “So you decide to tell me you have six toes during a game where you also are supposed to tell me a lie?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know! This topic doesn’t usually come up in normal conversation! I figured the silliness of the game might ease the tension.”
Bucky stared at you with narrowed eyes, and you knew he was trying to read your mind. “You serious about this?”
You bit your lip, looking down at your shoes. “You’re right. It’s a stupid thing. Let’s forget I ever mentioned that and just move on.” You sat up from against the tree you and Bucky were cuddled against to try to stand, but Bucky held onto you.
“Wait up, wait up,” he muttered, pulling you close against him. “I’m sorry. You know I love you and all of your toes. If there’s an extra, that just means there’s more to love.”
You looked at him in awe. “Really, Buck?”
He smiled. “Of course. I’m gonna say Penelope the rat is a lie.”
Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward until your lips brushed against his ear.
“Gotcha,” you whispered, and Bucky groaned.
“Are you kidding me?” He leaned away, head tilted back in disbelief. “I can’t believe you used the pouty face to make me believe you had six toes!”
“Hey, I mean, I’m glad I got to find out that you love me, toes and all.” You grinned.
He shook his head before jumping forward to your feet and you squealed, playfully trying to pull away as he ripped your shoes and socks off to reveal ten toes.
“I’ve been played. I can’t believe it.”
“You know what they say, honey. All’s fair in love and war.”
He gave you a side eye and you grinned even more. It was so contagious that he couldn’t help but return a smile himself.
These past few days with Bucky had been nothing but an absolute dream. They were still long and tedious, both of you working yourselves to the bone as you tackled the regular day to day tasks at camp, now with the additional duties created by the aftermath of the Hydra rescue. There was hardly any bit of free time to relax.
But when there was, you made sure to track down a certain handsome Sergeant to wrap your arms around.
It had come so easily for the two of you to fall into this new stage of your relationship. And to your surprise, the morning after you and Bucky had finally kissed and professed your undying love for one another, no one seemed phased at the sight of the two of you emerging from your tent hand in hand.
“I thought you two had been together this whole time!” Jonathan argued.
“I found it best to not keep track of any of the couples here. It’s too messy,” Dum Dum had said.
“Listen,” Gretchen sighed out, “I’m just relieved you two idiots finally got your shit together so that I don’t have to witness you both pining over each other like some lovesick puppies.” But before she walked away, you caught her winking over her shoulder at you.
Your favorite interaction had been with Steve, who lit up at seeing the uncontainable joy painted across his best friend’s face. He walked up to you and gave you both a hug.
It was a tight embrace, though, and you grunted as all of the air was crushed out of you while in the arms of the super soldier.
“Aye, Stevie, don’t hurt my girl!” Bucky exclaimed, pulling his friend from you.
Steve blushed. “Sorry, Y/n. Still getting used to not being the one who gets crushed easily.”
You laughed. “It’s okay, Steve. Besides, I feel like you just cracked my spine back into place after months and months of crouching in fox holes.”
Steve grinned. Bucky groaned.
“Can we not crack the love of my life’s spine, please?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you leaned against him.
“So dramatic, Buck,” you chastised, and he narrowed his eyes at you.
“I’ve been telling him that for years,” Steve said. “You wanna see dramatic? Just wait until he gets within five feet of a spider.”
“Good to know.” You winked at him.
“I regret ever going to Azzano and getting captured therefore creating a scenario where you two would meet.”
You and Steve locked eyes and in unison muttered, “Dramatic,” then immediately started howling with laughter, drowning out Bucky’s groans.
Steve eventually had to head back to England with Peggy to discuss strategy on how to tackle the Hydra situation. Bucky was sad to be parted from his best friend after just getting him back, but the separation ended up being short-lived.
“Stevie’s having us meet him in London. Looks like it’s me, Dum Dum, Jim, Gabe, and Jonathan.”
Your hands rushed to find his. “You’re leaving me again?” you asked in a pained voice.
He moved his hands from your grasp to cage your face between them, pulling you in for a chaste kiss.
“Not a chance. Pack your bags, doll.”
The details of your trip to England were a bit unclear, but Bucky seemed to believe that it would be a while before you returned to the 107th camp. Still, your goodbyes this time were much easier than when you thought you were being kicked out of the army. Now, there was hope that your paths would cross again.
You and Bucky were leaving in a few hours, and decided to kill some time by sitting in your new favorite spot tucked in the woods close to camp, cuddled against the trunk of a large pine tree and basking in a few more moments of silence before you hit the big city.
“Are you nervous at all?” You asked, fiddling with a pinecone Bucky had given you. There aren’t many flowers in these parts, he said with a small smile, so just imagine this is a dozen roses until I can get you something nice.
Bucky shrugged. “A little. Not about whatever mission Stevie has for us. It’s more about going to a city. Being here at camp, I know who my friends and enemies are. I’m nervous about leaving it to go to a place where the population increases tenfold.” He sighed. “That, and I’m not looking forward to the noises.”
You snaked your hand into his. “Me, too. Funny how we can get used to the incessant sounds of gunfire but the idea of a car horn and people bustling through the streets suddenly makes us wary. But we’ll have each other. And I can always pack a bandage or two for you to pop into your ears.”
He snorted. “You’re too good to me, love.”
Scrunching your face in the way you knew Bucky loved, you leaned against him a bit more. “Alright Sarg, it’s your turn.”
He smiled at you. “Hm, okay. One, I want to kiss you right now. Two, I really want to kiss you.” He cupped your cheek with his free hand, pulling you closer. “Three, I really, really want to kiss you.”
You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Hun, I think you forgot the rules of the game. One of them has to be a lie.”
“Sorry.” His voice was suddenly low and gravelly, making your whole body feel fuzzy. “Guess I just got distracted.”
To hell with the rules, you thought as his lips pressed against yours.
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London was…..loud.
Not as loud as the sound of a grenade blowing up 50 feet away from you, but somehow it was noisier. People bustled around you left and right, and it was so crowded that sometimes they would bump into your shoulder.
You loved it more than you thought.
It surprised you how much you appreciated the lively atmosphere. How even though a war was going on, people still walked the streets to go grocery shopping, get a drink at the pub, or go out dancing.
There was...life.
As a kid, you had always dreamed of going to England. To meet the King and Queen, dine at Buckingham Palace, and maybe even become a princess (you had very high ambitions when you were younger). Now that you were finally here, it felt strange. Like a dream was being actualized, but just slightly off.
Perhaps that was because of the dozens of airships flying over you.
The loud clanging of bells brought your attention out of the clouds and on the arm around your shoulder, gripping you much more tightly than before. You looked over to Bucky’s stone face, trying to keep his composure after being caught off guard from the sound. You wrapped your arm around his waist and hugged him to you, and as he looked down to meet your eye he seemed to soften a bit.
“Look, Y/n!” Jonathan nudged your arm with his shoulder pointing in front of you. “It’s Big Ben!” He had a huge grin on his face, eyes filled with wonder as he gazed upon the enormous clock tower.
“Sure is something, Jonathan,” you breathed out a laugh. It really was.
“If we don’t get to sit on one of those cool double-decker busses,” Dum Dum started, “I’m gonna be pissed.”
“I’m not sure we’re going to be here long enough to do all the tourist-y things, Dugan,” Gabe said. “But if we can, I’ll pay for your bus fare.
Dum Dum smirked, extending his hand to shake Gabe’s. “You’re on, son.”
“I hope you gentlemen aren’t planning anything too mischievous,” a familiar English accent caused you all to turn around. Peggy and Steve stood before you in their dress uniforms.
“What, no spandex today, Cap?” Bucky joked, smiling from ear to ear at the sight of his best friend.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Did you want to try it on yourself, Buck?”
“I’m sure the blue would match my eyes better than yours.”
They walked forward and pulled each other in for a hug.
Peggy turned to the rest of the group. “Thank you all for coming here today. I hope the journey wasn’t too tedious.”
Morita spoke up this time. “It was all fine and good until Jonathan got motion sick.”
Jonathan grimaced. “Sorry, guys.”
Peggy raised her eyebrows and then looked at you. You shrugged in response.
“So,” Bucky started, “We’re here. What’s the game plan?”
Steve cleared his throat. “We’ll talk about more of that later tonight.” He looked to Peggy, then to everyone else. “You all can spend the day getting settled, explore the city…”
“Hell yeah,” Dum Dum exclaimed. “Get your wallet out, Gabe! We’re going on that bus!”
Steve chuckled, then shifted his gaze back to Bucky. “I was wondering if we could meet first, just the two of us?”
Bucky tensed, and you knew that he was hesitant about the idea of not being by your side in a new environment. You walked over to put your hand in his.
“It’s okay,” you said softly, “I won’t be far.” You looked to Steve. “Right?”
Steve nodded. “I promise. It will just be for the day and then we can all meet at the pub down the road that night. There are just some things I want to run by you before anyone else. That okay, Buck?”
You knew that had this conversation been with anyone else, Bucky would have told them to shove it.
But since it was his childhood friend, who had stuck with him through more shit than anyone else, he found it in himself to give in, and he nodded.
“Don’t worry, Bucky, we’ll keep an eye on her!” Jonathan said. “I myself will make sure nothing happens to her.”
“Actually, I was hoping that I might steal Y/n for the day,” Peggy proposed.
You beamed at her, then nodded. “I’d love to.”
Bucky kissed your temple. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered into your ear.
You sighed. “I’ll miss you too,” you whispered back. “But I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“I’ll be counting the seconds, sweetheart.” He gave you his best grin before turning back to Steve as they walked into the building in front of you. The other boys said their goodbyes soon after and walked in the opposite direction toward a double decker bus that was currently boarding.
“Well,” you said to Peggy, “What would you like to do today?”
“Honestly?” She looked from side to side before her eyes returned to you with a sheepish expression. “I’d like to have a bit of fun if you don’t mind.”
For the first time, you saw this goddess of a woman blush, and you were sure that your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of it.
“Fun?”
“Yes, well, I don’t really get to have days to myself that much anymore, and with the whirlwind of events that have taken place these past couple of weeks,” she sighed, “I could really use a break.”
“I’d love to.”
She beamed. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “To get to explore London with a real-life Brit? How can I say no to that?”
A grin spread across her face. “Right, let’s get started then.”
The first stop was at a cafe. You had originally tried to order coffee, but Peggy glared at you and said that if you didn’t order tea then she was going to send you back to America. So instead, you went with an Earl Grey. It tasted infinitely better than anything you had ever had back home, and Peggy basked in her victory.
“So,” you said as you moved the tea bag around the porcelain mug with your spoon, “Am I allowed to ask what brought all of us to the Motherland?”
She chuckled, taking a sip of her tea. “Steve was asked to lead a small team to take down Hydra. He was able to locate their different facilities all over the continent. He fears they’re planning something big, and that there are more soldiers that are being held captive there. His goal is to destroy them all. Destroy Hydra.”
You raised your brows. “That sounds like...a lot.”
Peggy nodded. “It is. But I believe that if anyone can do it, it’s Steve.”
An expression of understanding crossed your features as you eyed the woman in front of you and she blushed for the second time today, looking down at her mug.
“Anyways,” she continued, avoiding that particular subject, “Colonel Phillips originally wanted to create a team for Steve to lead, but he said he would only agree to the mission if he could choose the team himself.”
You felt your stomach drop to the floor and you swallowed. “So,” you grimaced, “He’s gonna have the guys help him take down Hydra. He’s going to have Bucky travel all over Europe to fight an evil super soldier and his lackeys?”
A small part of your brain tried to tell you not to take a sip of tea during this moment, but you were so rattled at the idea of Bucky being put in such danger for who knows how long that you needed to distract yourself with something.
But then Peggy spoke again, and you realized you should have trusted your gut.
“You’re being asked to go too, Y/n.”
And suddenly the hot liquid was traveling down your windpipe and you were choking. Peggy moved to stand up and help you but you waved a hand at her in an I’m fine, don’t worry way. You patted your chest a few times, taking in a couple of deep breaths before you settled.
Allowing yourself to fully grasp what she had just said.
“I’m sorry, they want me to help take down Hydra? But, I’m just a medic, for Christ’s sake.”
“Yes, and word around the United States Army says that you’re one of the best. Plus, the men know you, trust you.”
You stared at her, unable to form any coherent thoughts. Sure, you had once believed it when people said that you were the best medic around. But that was before Jonny, and now it seemed like your heart got in the way too often.
On a mission like this, one that was infinitely more dangerous and chaotic than what you had experienced on the line, would you be able to keep your head clear to do what needed to be done?
You thought of the guys. Of Steve, Morita, Gabe, Dum Dum, Jonathan.
Bucky.
If you didn’t say yes, Bucky would have to choose between staying by Steve’s side or yours, and you knew that he would always carry a bit of regret no matter which side he went with. If you didn’t say yes, you wouldn’t be able to be there to make sure he was safe, you’d constantly be worrying about whether he was alive or dead.
If you didn’t say yes, who knows how long it would be until you saw that shade of blue you loved so much.
The man you loved so, so much.
“I guess someone has to make sure those knuckleheads don’t get into too much trouble.”
Peggy smirked, raising her mug and you lightly bumped yours against it.
“Cheers to that.” She rested an elbow on the table, settling her chin on her hand. “Alright then, now that all the serious matters have been discussed, let’s go back to the ‘having fun’ plan.”
You spent hours there, sitting and talking as if there was no war, as if you were two women grabbing a drink together like old friends. You shared stories of childhood, how you both got involved in the army, how especially difficult it was to do so as women. No topic was off the table.
Towards the end of your conversation, you brought up your love for books and Peggy grinned, standing up immediately and you followed suit.
“I know just where to go next.”
You nearly broke down and wept as you approached the entrance to the London Library.
A tear did in fact escape as your fingers brushed along the beautiful bindings of the classic books you had grown up reading.
It was absolutely breathtaking. Peggy smiled to herself as she saw you take in the space with childlike wonder.
After an hour or so of perusing the shelves, you debated asking her to go get Bucky to tell him that the two of you were going to stay in this place forever.
You managed to reread a few chapters of one of your favorites, “Peter and Wendy,” before Peggy placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her face was somewhat remorseful, as if feeling guilty about pulling you out of such a peaceful moment.
She knew how valuable those moments were during times like these.
“Come on,” she whispered, “There’s one more place I’d like to go.”
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“Uh….dress shopping?” You gave her a side eye as you stood in front of a small boutique. You stared at the thin mannequin wearing a stunning red dress.
“Well, we are going out tonight,” she argued, “And sometimes the men like to go dancing. I know that you and your beau haven’t really had a chance to experience an evening out that didn’t involve gunfire. So...I figured we might allow ourselves to get all gussied up for the first time in who the hell knows how long.” She looked back at the mannequin. “Come to think of it, that red dress is rather lovely.”
You fought back a grimace. “Peggy, that’s awfully kind of you, but I don’t know if this is a great idea.” You looked down at your body, then back at the mannequin. “I don’t think….those dresses aren’t going to fit me.”
She nodded. “Listen, Y/n, I’m sure you’ve had to deal with a lot of shit from shops who can’t get their head out of their asses to see how beautiful you are.” You balked at the anger in her voice. Her next words came with more softness. “But please trust me. I know the owner, Maria, and she’s fantastic. I know she’ll find something perfect for you.”
You fidgeted with your hands in front of you, not wanting to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to be a bother. I mean, there’s a perfectly good dress in my suitcase right now-”
“Y/n,” Peggy reached out her hand and you took it. She gave it a small squeeze. “It’ll be okay. I wouldn’t do this if I thought it would make you feel bad about yourself, okay? You shouldn’t feel any sort of shame while buying clothes.”
You fought back tears, then gave her a small nod. Peggy smiled and pulled you inside.
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You shivered as you and Peggy made your way to the pub. Sure, you were wearing a coat, but cool air still managed to touch parts of your skin that hadn’t been exposed, like, ever.
Your new friend had told you at least a dozen times at the boutique that you looked amazing, and after the not at all horrible experience with the amazing Maria, as well as the quick glance you allowed yourself in a mirror that was full-length and not some tiny thing you kept back in your tent at the 107th camp, you felt more inclined to believe her.
But still, liking the way your body looked was different than walking into a room full of people where they could judge you for how you looked in an outfit you weren’t used to wearing.
So it was totally natural that as soon as you walked through the doors to the pub and hung your coat on one of the hangers, leaning forward to sneak a glance at how many people stood around the corner of the entryway, you started panicking.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. You go on without me and I’ll meet you in there.”
She gave you a knowing look before taking your hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t be too long. I’m sure a certain Sergeant is anxious to see you.”
You nodded, and Peggy walked down the hall. She was met with a mixed chorus of gasps, whoops, and whistles as the soldiers took in her gorgeous red dress that she purchased off the mannequin.
It didn’t surprise you in the least. She looked beyond stunning. You had never seen someone as beautiful as her.
Steve was in big trouble.
You headed into the bathroom, fighting the urge to splash water onto your face and ruining your makeup and hair. Instead, you gripped either side of the sink in front of you and took a few deep breaths.
You got this, Y/n. You look great. You looked into the mirror.
All you needed to get through were a few awkward seconds before you would be with Bucky, and then you would feel safe.
Hopefully.
You breathed out a long sigh, stood up straight, then walked out the door and around the corner into the bustling pub.
Suddenly, the bustling stopped and all eyes were on you.
Back at home, there had been times when you agreed to go out dancing with your friends. They would get all dressed up and show up anywhere knowing that they were the prettiest dames in the room. And the response from the guys who laid their eyes on them supported that mindset wholeheartedly. Every time, you felt like those eyes purposefully avoided you.
Not tonight.
It felt as if there was a spotlight on you from the way every person stopped what they were doing to look at you. And for the first time in...well, ever, it didn’t feel like a bad thing.
You fought back the urge to run your hands over the cerulean blue fabric that rested on your stomach, keeping your arms planted to your sides.
This was the nicest dress you had ever worn, and any risk of wrinkling it was off the table.
It was the third dress you tried on, and the fact that there were even three options for you to choose from in your size surprised you so much that you were half-inclined to move to London after the war just so you could shop there whenever you wanted.
The first two were just as lovely, it was just that they didn’t feel right. It wasn’t until your eyes landed on a blue dress in a shade that reminded you of the eyes of your favorite person that you knew you had found the one.
And it fit like a glove.
Not in a way that made you hate what it showed off, either. No, the fitted waistline was cut to form around your body down to just below your knee to make it have a shape that made sense. The sweetheart neckline accentuated your chest more than you were usually comfortable with while still feeling a sense of modesty. The butterfly sleeves draped down to above the elbow in a style you had never seen before, but now wanted for every item of clothing you possessed.
You felt beautiful, and looking at the faces of everyone around you, they felt the same way. It was an unsettling realization that terrified you too much to move any further.
Until your eyes landed on a ridiculously gorgeous, completely awestruck figure standing before you, and all of your anxieties were instantly put to rest.
Steve smiled at you with a small nod, then patted his hand on Bucky’s shoulder as he walked back to the bar for a drink.
Bucky stood there for a few seconds totally speechless.
Then, he smiled, and he looked like an actual ray of sunshine. Your red lips spread into a wide grin. Bucky breathed out a gleeful chuckle at the sight of it.
He took a step toward you and you found that you could finally move, pulled by the magnetic force that always seemed to draw you to the love of your life.
Without a care about the onlookers, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air, spinning you in a circle as you laughed in the ecstasy of being in his embrace.
When you returned to solid ground, he gave you a quick squeeze before pulling back to give you another look. He bit his bottom lip, shaking his head.
You narrowed your eyes. “What?”
“I’m trying to figure out what good thing I did on this Earth to be lucky enough to call such a beautiful woman mine.”
Your cheeks hurt from smiling. “I can think of a few things.”
He scrunched his nose. “Yeah?”
You nodded. Bucky leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, and it suddenly felt like you two were the only people in the room.
Until someone cleared their throat. Bucky groaned in annoyance, pulling away and turning around to glare at his best friend.
“Can I help you, Stevie?” He asked with fake enthusiasm.
“Just wanted to make sure you two remembered to breathe.” Steve patted Bucky on the back and turned to you with a smile. “You look lovely, Y/n.”
“Thanks Steve, you look pretty dapper yourself.” You gave the Captain a sweet smile and Bucky groaned again.
“Don’t you start going all doe-eyed at him too, sweetheart. I got enough of him and Peggy looking at one another with enough sexual tension to last a lifetime. Can’t have my girl doing that as well.”
Steve rolled his eyes and you scoffed, playfully shoving Bucky’s chest. “Bucky Barnes. Are you jealous?”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I gotta make sure none of the guys here get the impression that you’re available. Even Stevie.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me Stevie, Buck?”
“Not a chance, punk. You may be the big buff Captain America, but to me you’ll always be the scrawny Stevie getting beat up in the alley.”
“Love you too, bud.”
The lively music coming from the other room ended, and soft melodies of a piano echoed through the pub. Steve looked at the two of you before muttering about needing to talk to Morita and walked away, leaving you alone with Bucky once again.
He turned to you with a sheepish grin. “I know I totally blew it last time I asked you to a dance, but would you be willing to forgive me and try again?”
Your face turned pensive as you jokingly considered whether you wanted to dance with Bucky. He whined at your fake hesitation, then gently tickled your waist and you squealed, shifting further into his arms.
“Okay! Okay!” You begged, and his fingers stilled. Your gaze went back to the impossibly large smile on his face. “Lead the way, Sergeant.”
Hand in hand, Bucky guided you into the room where the other couples were dancing, and he pulled you close until your body was pressed against his, swaying side to side.
You leaned your head against his chest, smiling softly as the lyrics filled the room.
“I’ll be loving you always
With a love that’s true always.”
“Can I tell you something funny?” You asked. Bucky’s chin was resting on your head and you felt it move as he nodded.
“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”
“This was my parent’s song. Not the one they played at their wedding because it hadn’t come out then. But it was the one they danced to in the kitchen, the one my dad would sing to my mom whenever they were having one of those grossly sweet moments.” Bucky’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “I always dreamed about dancing to this song with someone who looked at me the way that they looked at each other.”
Bucky leaned back so that his eyes met yours, and he looked at you with such love and adoration that it brought tears to your eyes. His smile was small, but it spoke volumes.
“Not for just an hour”
It spoke of a future that was before you, one filled with a lifetime of love and happiness.
“Not for just a day”
It spoke of impromptu dance sessions in the kitchen, losing all sense of time in each other’s arms.
“Not for just a year”
It spoke of life after a seemingly endless, godforsaken war and the elimination of pain and suffering, instead replaced by all-consuming joy.
“Always.”
Bucky’s voice brought you back from the future and into the present moment.
“Is it still a dream, Y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Your hand crept up to his face, resting on his cheek. A single tear slid down your face.
“If it is, then I don’t ever want to wake up from it.”
He beamed, happiness radiating off of him as he reached forward for a slow, dizzying kiss.
The song ended, and was followed by a jovial big band tune, catapulting everyone into more upbeat dance routines. You were instantly filled with terror as Bucky pulled you away, then quickly spun you back to him and you yelped.
You closed your eyes, fully prepared to catapult yourself into his body and knocking you both to the ground. Instead, Bucky caught you by the arms, cushioning the impact so that your back settled against his chest. He laughed at all of the panicked sounds coming from you as he guided you through the steps.
“Don’t worry doll, just let me lead,” he murmured into your ear. “I got you, baby.”
Though your eyes were still wide, you bobbed your head up and down and willed your body to relax against Bucky’s. After a few more spins and steps you struggled to follow (resulting in his toes getting stepped on like you said would happen), you seemed to grow comfortable with the movements.
Soon enough, you relied less on Bucky’s guidance and more on the music. The more comfortable you felt, the more fun it became. You laughed at your mishaps instead of grimacing. You grinned from ear to ear when you nailed a particular move.
Your smile had nothing on Bucky’s, though. He looked like he was staring at the Hope Diamond with the way he watched you dance with reckless abandon.
He kept you on the dancefloor for as long as he could, but eventually you reached a point where you felt like your heart might give out.
“How about a drink, sweetheart? What’ll you have?”
You glanced at the bar, the first one you had seen in ages, and a smile crept up your lips.
“I would fucking kill for a beer, Buck.”
He nodded, kissing you on the cheek and walking backwards toward the bartender, one finger pointed up to tell you he’d be back in a moment.
You positioned yourself to the outside of the dancefloor as you waited for Bucky, watching in admiration as other couples danced.
He returned with a beer in one hand and whiskey in the other. He handed you your drink and extended his scotch toward you.
“Cheers to you, doll.”
You scrunch your face, shaking your head. “Cheers to you, Buck. Thanks for putting up with my horrific dance moves and for still loving me even though your toes are crushed.” You clinked your glass against his and he chuckled.
His drink hovered by his lips as he said, “That’s enough shit talk about my dance partner.” He knocked back half the whiskey.
You took a swig of your beer with a smile. “Excuse me, Sergeant. Didn’t mean to offend.”
“I’ll forgive you this time. But if it happens again,” his face turned serious, “You may have to face some serious consequences.”
You snorted. “Like what?”
He leaned forward until his lips grazed your ear and you shuddered at the touch. “I’ll just have to kiss some sense into ya.”
He pulled away and you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts.
“Duly noted,” you finally croaked out, and Bucky gave you a shit-eating grin.
Familiar voices echoed from across the pub and the two of you turned your heads in search of your friends, sitting together at a table along with a few other guys. They were laughing and shouting over each other about something you couldn’t quite catch.
Seeing them reminded you of the reason you were here in the first place, and you rested a hand on Bucky’s arm to get him to turn back to you.
“So, I spoke with Peggy today. About….things.”
He nodded. “Stevie taking down Hydra things?”
“Steve and you, right?”
“Well, that depends,” he took another sip of the amber liquid, “On who our medic is.”
You tilted your head down and stared at him with an are you serious expression.
“As if I’d let you wander off on your own to get into more trouble with those guys.”
He grinned. “I guess that answers my question then.” He stared down at his glass and when his gaze returned to you, his expression was serious. “Are you scared at all?”
“Honestly? Yeah. I mean, I’ve seen some serious shit this past year, but with what happened at Azzano and what you’ve told me about your time held captive, this sounds like a whole other ball game-”
“Man I would kill to take you to a Yankees game right now-”
“Bucky.” The two of you laughed and you continued. “Anyways, yes I’m scared as hell, but I trust you and I trust Steve. And if Hydra is as dangerous as you say they are,” his eye twitched and you squeezed his arm, “We gotta do something to stop them, and I gotta make sure my best Sergeant stays safe.”
“Fair enough. Also gives me an excuse to spend all my free time flirting with the hot nurse-”
“Medic-”
“I know you’re a medic, sweetheart. Just let me daydream alright?” He chuckled before hooking his arm over your neck and kissing your temple as he led you to the table your friends were at.
While approaching, you realized that the other men they were with were the guys rescued from the Hydra base, James Falsworth and Jacques Dernier. They smiled and raised their glasses at you as you and Bucky grabbed seats at the table.
“Hello again, madame,” the charming englishman said with a wink. Bucky wrapped his arm around you and glared at him as you giggled.
“Hey Falsworth. How’s your wrist?”
“Much better, thanks to you.” He raised his glass in your direction. Morita offered an already lit cigarette to Bucky, who took it gratefully.
“Anytime. Literally, seeing that it looks like I’ll be the one patching you guys up from now on.”
“I hope it’s okay that I don’t have any other kids to name after you for all the times you’re going to continue saving my ass, Y/n,” Dum Dum chimed in.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure we’ll figure out a different arrangement. Extend it to grand kids or something.”
He grinned, nodding in acceptance before chugging his beer.
“Si le monde perdait toutes les étoiles dans le ciel, j'utiliserais ta beauté comme mon phare,” Jacques said softly, staring at you. Gabe, the only other person who knew how to speak French, choked on his drink.
Everyone stared at them. “What?” you asked.
Gabe coughed a few times, staring at you wide-eyed. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Spit it out, Jones,” Bucky challenged, eyes narrowing.
Gabe turned to Jacques, then back to you.
“He said ‘If the world lost all the stars in the sky, I would use your beauty as my beacon.’”
The table was silent. Heat rose to your face and you cleared your throat awkwardly. Steve snorted.
Bucky pulled the smoke out of his mouth, staring at the frenchman. “Dude…”
You turned to him, a mischievous smile creeping up your face. “You should be taking notes, love. That was a pretty good line.”
Bucky eyes darted to you, mouth open in horror.
The howling laughter from the table drowned out any other noise from within the building.
synopsis: Peter Parker has been your best friend for years. After you develop a relationship with somebody else, you see a side of him you've never seen before.
content warnings: RAPE/NONCON, blood, dark!peter parker, plus size!reader, negative self talk, insecurities, slow burn, implied stalking, oral (f! receiving), slapping, degradation, spit, unproteced sex, creampie, lmk if i missed any
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You were sixteen when you met Peter Parker.
He had shyly approached you, a blush high on his cheeks as he handed you a stack of papers. Confused, you simply stared at them, eyebrows cinched and lips slightly downturned.
You were well aware of who Peter Parker was. He was a member of the Midtown Academic Decathlon team that you were also part of; though you never directly interacted it’s him due to your nerves. He seemed kind, he was lanky and a little geeky, making him the butt of a lot of jokes. Much like you were. For opposite reasons, of course.
You were often teased and ridiculed for your size. You were heavier and much curvier than other girls your age. You had a puffy face and a matching plump body, most people couldn’t look past that. So, to say the least, you weren’t very popular.
Peter Parker knew all about you. He had been watching you since your freshman year. He was absolutely mesmerized when first laid eyes on you. He swears he had never seen a more beautiful sight than you, taking little, shy steps like you were afraid to make your presence known. Your hair was done in the way he would grow to like best, and you wore a pretty blue plaid skirt and a white sweater. The skirt was a tad too long and he could sense your discomfort as you tugged it down even further. He remembers staring at you as you looked around with unfamiliarity and slight fear in your eyes. The innocence in your eyes was also hard to miss. You held textbooks to your chest, an attempt to conceal your tummy. He watched as you stood alone, your cute nose making slight movements as you stood. Your nose wiggled like a little bunny. He felt the desire to protect you, keep you next to him and out of harm's way. He regrets not approaching you that day. It would have saved you from a lonely year.
“I was told to give these to you,” he said silently, “I heard you missed a few days.”
“Oh,” you breathed, taking them from him, your chubby hands looking silly against his thin, veiny ones. Peter thought they looked perfect together. “Thank you, Peter,” you said, quickly pulling your hands away and hiding them behind your back when you saw his gaze on them.
His eyes lingered on where your hand was against his before he looked up at you and gave you a bright smile, “no problem.”
Peter walked you to your class after that, taking the empty seat beside you and discussing the subject matter with you. And to your surprise, he followed you to your next class, and the next, and the next. By the end of the day you were quite fond of the boy. He was a lot kinder than you’d imagined, he even promised to see you the following morning for breakfast with Ned and MJ. Of course, you tried to decline but he wouldn’t let you leave without the promise of arriving on time.
This was years ago and your friendship had only gotten stronger.
Being friends with Peter was refreshing and comforting. He wasn’t like the other guys you'd met in university. He didn't have any ulterior motives nor did he fetishize you. He did not attempt to coerce you, or manipulate you into getting what he wants because you owed it to him. No, Peter would never do that.
Peter was actually the one to look after you, he made you aware of what those who sought you were really after. They want to take advantage of you, bunny, he’d said several times. They want to ruin you. He would never elaborate on what he meant when he said that and you didn't like to pry. He just had a good judge of character is all.
Of course Ned and MJ were your friends too and they were very nice to you as well, but you always felt that they were only acquainted with you for Peter’s sake. You never hung out with them without Peter present but you tried not to let it bother you.
Your goal for the year was to acquire your own circle of friends, maybe even get a boyfriend after being single your entire life. Peter had a few girlfriends here and there, though nothing was ever serious. You couldn't help but feel slightly envious of him, he had grown to be quite attractive, making it easy for him to make connections.
He had lost the baby fat on his cheeks, his jaw was now angular and his strong bone structure was one of his most prominent features on top of his big, brown eyes and muscular body. He was muscular in a lean way, a way that isn’t entirely noticeable under the sweaters he always wore.
Today Peter sat across from you, latte in hand as he basked in the morning sun. His tight black shit highlighted his muscular arms and chest, you caught yourself staring as you sometimes did when he ditched the ill-fitting clothing. His chocolate brown curls framed his face beautifully, looking golden where they met the sun. His lips, colored like pink peonies, rested with the slightest pout.
You sipped your london fog, squinting as you looked up in search of the singing bird in the tree above your head. You caught sight of it. The creature's delicate red feathers looked like fire in the golden sky as it flew away. Your stare fell on Peter again, “our 8AM lecture was cancelled today.”
Peter hummed, not moving from his previous state, “I know.”
You huffed, “why’re we here, then?” you set your cup down, “it's way too early. We, no I, should be in bed.”
Peter’s lips quirked up into a smile, “I wanted to hang out.”
“At six thirty A.M.? We could’ve hung out at a more reasonable hour, like, I don't know, eleven,” you began ranting and you saw one of Peter's eyes open slightly. “Or maybe twelve, we could've gotten breakfast or… or brunch!”
“You never eat breakfast,” he said, swinging his head forward, eyes now fully open and on you.
“I do…” you claimed, your nose scrunching, lips pouting.
Peter clicked his tongue, “not enough.”
“Well, whatever,” you opted to change the subject before he could continue further.
“We still could’ve met up later. Like I said, brunch.”
“I don’t know,” he began, sitting up all the way now, “I kinda like being out this early. It's nice and quiet.”
“I guess so,” you murmured, leaning back to rest on your elbows.
Peter watched you, gaze moving from your Mary Jane clad feet to your pretty hair. You wore a dress today. It was Peter’s favorite dress, not that you knew that. It was a lilac purple color and it had short, puffy sleeves. He liked the way the dress clung to your curves and complimented your skin tone. It was the shortest of all your dresses, so he especially liked the way it rode up your thighs when you sat down, making your pudgy thighs all the more visible to him. He stared at them now, noticing the way the plush fat pooled around you like a sea of soft flesh as you relaxed. He wanted to grab them, bury his face in them and drown in you.
His eyes ran up your body further, over the curve of your tummy and swell of your breasts. The necklace Peter had gifted you last Christmas sat prettily around your neck, resting on your bare chest above the heart shaped neckline of your dress, rising and falling as you breathed. He stared at it, not noticing when you opened your eyes to look at him.
“Okay?” he heard you ask.
“Mhm,” he replied, tearing his eyes away and giving you a soft smile.
+
The morning had passed rather quickly and you perked up after your second tea of the day. Your last class of the day was your creative writing class. As you strode in, you took your usual seat in the front of the room, setting your things down beside you.
Your focus was on the board in front of you when you felt a gush of air on your left. You looked over, catching sight of a tall figure sitting down beside you.
“Hey,” the man exhaled, setting down his things next to yours.
You opened your mouth to respond but you ended up holding your hand up to signal a hello.
The man smiled, “I’m Harry,” he held a hand out for you to shake.
You looked at it, quietly introducing yourself as you took his pale hand. Your touch was featherlight as it took you by surprise when he gripped it tightly with a slight laugh.
Harry was effortlessly charming. He was cute and cool and he had a sharp sense of humor, you learned. But on top of that, he had a contagious smile and a gaze that made you feel like you were the most important person in the room. You often caught yourself gazing at him with the corner of your eye trying to be inconspicuous with your staring. He had shiny blonde hair that you thought resembled Peter’s. Only lighter and shorter and straighter and not really like Peter’s at all.
You weren’t sure why your mind had suddenly wandered to Peter. Maybe a part of you wondered what he would think of Harry. Or maybe you were subconsciously comparing them. You weren't sure.
“Hey, um,” you turned towards Harry who had begun speaking. Class had ended and you were gathering your things. “We should meet up,” he grinned, “maybe the library?”
You weren’t used to social invitations, much less from men like Harry.
“Does tomorrow at four work for you?”
You nodded, unable to find your voice. You felt blood rush to your face at the look he gave you next. It was like he was trying to figure you out, understand you with a simple glance. Like he was trying to read you like a book.
“Great,” he picked up your bag for you, “looking forward to it.”
+
Peter was laying on your bed when you arrived at your little studio apartment. He was half asleep, strong arms wrapped tightly around your stuffed bunny and surrounded by your assortment of other stuffed animals. He shot up at the sound of the door opening, “hey.”
“Do you ever go home?” you kicked off your shoes and set your bag down. “This place isn’t big enough for the both of us.”
In his mind it was. Just perfect. It kept you close.
“Why would I? You’re such good company, bunny.”
You snorted, “I’m sure that’s the reason and definitely not you trying to get away from Ned and Betty.”
You moved towards your bed, plopping down next to him, adjusting the skirt of your dress that had ridden up when you landed. Peter watched your hands as they rested on your tummy. He could see right down your dress. He could see the white bra hugging your tits, a little bow between the cups.
“What?” you asked, self consciously moving your hand to your chin.
“Nothing. Don't do that,” he looked at the ceiling. It bothered Peter when you did things like that. As if you weren’t the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
You simply huffed, “how did you even get in here?”
He motioned toward the open window, “you really need to start locking it. One of these days a creep could just come waltzing in and you’d have no idea.”
“A creep like you,” you joked with a breathy laugh. You tore your stuffed bunny from his arms.
“Worse,” he said lazily.
Silence filled the room for a few seconds as Peter began to doze off again.
“I met this guy in class today.”
Peter was suddenly very awake. “Oh,” a pause, “who?”
“He said his name is Harry, I don’t know his last name but he was very nice.” You sounded excited, “we’re meeting up at the library tomorrow to study and get some work done.”
Get some work done. Sure, that's what you were gonna do. Peter knew better than that. You didn't, of course. That's why you were so lucky to have Peter with you, by your side, protecting you from evil college guys who just wanted to get under your skirt. They wouldn’t have a clue what to do to you. How to make you feel good and have you purring sweetly in their ears…
“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break into my home.”
“Huh?”
You gave him an unamused look, “you weren’t listening.”
He grinned, “I’m always listening.”
You rolled your eyes, “I said, don’t come by just in case we come back here.”
Peter furrowed his brows in disgust. What business would he have coming back to your apartment if you were just going to study? Did he ask you if he could come over?
“Why would you do that?”
You shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know…”
Peter felt sick.
“We should do something else instead. There's a new vietnamese place not far from here. MJ says they have really good pho.”
“Peter…” you started. He knew you were going to say no. You rarely said no to him. “How about Friday? We can get takeout and come back here and watch movies. Your pick.”
His first mistake was looking over at you. Your chubby cheeks and pretty lips pulled up into a sweet smile. Your eyes were pleading, please say yes, please say yes. His second mistake was giving in.
“Fine.”
+
Peter left your apartment shortly after that. You had spent the rest of the night going over the conversation trying to figure out where you went wrong. He had seemed upset as he hugged you goodbye. His brown eyes didn’t hold the same warmth they always did. Maybe he thinks I'm trying to replace him. But that wouldn't make any sense. You only just met Harry. You didn't know anything about him besides his first name.
“Hey!” Harry called, a tad too loudly for the library. He stood from his seat, waving you over.
In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to be there. It was a little before four and you had arrived with low expectations. Though this was only intended to be a study session and nothing more, Harry was a very attractive man. He was funny and charming and extroverted and you… were none of those things.
“Hi,” you mumbled as you neared the table he was seated at. It was in the far corner, furthest away from the librarian. Or any of the other stressed university students.
“I chose this table so we won’t have to whisper,” he smiled, patting the open seat beside him.
His eagerness made you blush. “Good idea,” your voice was still small.
He chuckled, “thanks,” he dramatically whispered.
You blushed further, “sorry.”
The both of you were silent as you took out your laptops.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for some time now,” he started. “I read one of your pieces when the semester started and I really enjoyed it. You’re a phenomenal writer.”
“Really?” he appeared nonchalant as he typed in his password. As if he hadn’t just given you the kindest compliment you had ever received.
“Yeah, it’s so obvious how passionate you are. I mean everytime I look at you, you look so entranced by the books you read or by the professor or your own work.”
He looked at you?
“Oh,” your face felt warmer, “um, thank you.”
He smiled at you, “no problem, it's true.”
You felt butterflies in your tummy and you began to log into your laptop to avoid looking at him.
You began to work in silence, hyper aware of everytime Harry leaned in close to you, reading your story as you typed. He smelled of musk and vanilla. His head of blonde locks tickled your ear.
Eventually, you presumed he grew bored as he shut his laptop and turned to face you in his chair. You attempted to ignore him but your typing began to slow and your focus was only on the boy beside you.
You gave him a faux look of annoyance, “I thought we were here to study.”
“We are,” he propped his head up on his hand that rested on the table. “To study and get to know each other.”
Get to know each other.
That was unexpected.
You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that erupted in your tummy, “Oh, okay, yeah.”
Surprisingly, you had a decent amount in common with Harry. Of course, not overly so. Not like you and Peter. But this is a good thing. You’re making your own friends.
+
“Oh, he’s so lovely, Pete!” you gushed, your nose wiggling as you spoke.
“Mhm,” Peter watched you with a strange look, mouth full of boba pearls, “you’ve mentioned that.”
You gave him a smile that normally would have made him turn to mush. Only this time, it didn’t. Had you smiled at Harry like that?
“I’m excited!” you waved your hands in the air, “I’m making my own friends, Pete. I’m an independent woman now.”
He rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his tea, “good. Good for you.” He couldn’t help the bitter feeling that rested in the pit of stomach.
Independent. You had made a single “friend” (Peter didn’t even want to think about that. He knew Harry was just using you, that’s not what friends do. You shouldn’t throw that term around like that. He was your friend. Peter was your friend.) and you already pegged yourself as independent. He could laugh in your face. You were far too pure to face the world without him by your side. Like hell you were independent.
You pouted, your eyes searching for his, “are you angry with me?”
Angry? Why would he be angry? Because you hadn’t shown at your arranged time? Because the reason you were late was because you wanted to squeeze in an extra “study date” with Harry? No, he wasn’t angry. Not at you anyway.
“Of course not, bunny. Could never be.”
It was true, he wasn’t necessarily angry, he was more so slightly bothered by what you had done. That’s how it usually was. You would do something that Peter did not agree with but he would never be angry. Just mildly annoyed. He couldn’t actually be angry with his sweet little bunny. You probably didn’t even know the consequences of your actions. He couldn’t blame you for that.
You smiled, leaning in to give him a hug. Peter was immediately enveloped in warmth, your soft body melding with his. The sweet scent of lavender and honey was all around in. Your hair tickled his neck where you buried your face. You were on your knees on the couch, allowing Peter a view of your backside covered in your lounge wear.
He loved your hugs. They always succeed in lifting his spirits and making him a little dizzy. You were just so warm and soft and perfect for him.
You pulled away, still smiling as you sunk back into your spot on your tiny, tiny couch and pulling your own tea to your lips.
He let himself watch as you wrapped your lovely mouth around the straw. A minuscule puddle of milk tea formed on your bottom lip, and you licked it up as you removed the straw. Your tongue was wet and a delightful shade of pink as you slid it across the expanse of your lip.
He felt a throb in his sweatpants. Shifting, he asked, “so, what else did you do today?”
You hummed, chewing the balls of boba in your mouth, “that’s all. Just hung out with Harry. We have a lot more in common than I thought,” you giggled. “We just don’t run out of things to talk about.”
He inhaled, feeling himself go soft, “that’s a lot of talking in the library.”
“Oh, we didn’t go to the library,” you shook your head.
He gave you a look, “where did you go?”
You looked hesitant, “um, we went to his flat. It was nearby and he had forgotten his books, so it was easier to stay there.”
How convenient.
“Bunny,” Peter started.
You had a guilty look on your face as you stared at him, “I know,” your voice was small, “not safe. I know… but he’s not like the other guys Pete. He wouldn’t hurt me.”
“How can you be so sure, hm? You’re in no way prepared to protect yourself. What if he had done something to you? What would you have done?”
“He wouldn’t…” you looked down, “he wouldn’t do anything.” You bit your lip as you nervously whispered, “I think he likes me.”
Peter could hardly hear you. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly because of how softly you spoke. “Speak up, bunny. I can’t hear you.”
“I said I think he likes me,” you said a little louder. He could see the embarrassment on your face. Like you couldn’t believe you had said that out loud.
Peter swallowed, “oh.”
There was a pause, “what makes you think that?”
“Well,” your nose fluttered, “he said he’s never met anyone like me. And he,” you glanced up at him before returning your gaze to your lap, “he tried to kiss me.”
Oh.
Peter didn’t know how to react. He stared at your pretty eyes with his brows cinched and an analyzing gaze. The first thought to pop into his was: did you kiss him? Then: did you want to kiss him?
“Oh,” he managed to say, “did you?”
You inhaled, “um, no…” you trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. “I couldn’t.”
Good. He doesn’t deserve to feel your lips. He doesn’t deserve your first kiss.
“I don’t know how,” you looked up at him. Your eyes looked glassy and you had a look of embarrassment on your face.
It should have been obvious. Peter did keep any potential love interest as far from you as you could manage, yet he was still flustered.
He hummed, feeling blood rush to his groin, “you don’t?”
You shook your head, “no… never learned how.”
Your lips looked so pretty as you pouted, shame present on your face. Peter wanted to reach over, pull you in close and kiss you softly. He wanted to run his hands through your hair and up your soft curves. To hear your lovely noises as you gave into him.
He grimaced as the image of Harry’s dirty lips inching closer to yours. Your pure, innocent mouth being tainted by his filthy one. He could have that. What else would he make you do?
He could only imagine your gasp of surprise, your inexperienced movements, your sugary taste. But you were sitting right in front of him, weren’t you? You had enough confidence in him that you would even confess such a thing. He was obligated to help you, wasn’t he? You’re essentially asking for help, right?
“I could,” he paused, unsure, “I could teach you.”
“Really?” You straightened your back a tad, eyes widening at the offer.
You trusted him so much. After all these years that you’d known him, Peter had never once misled you in any way shape or form. He was the person you trusted most because you knew he had your best interest in mind. He was your best friend. He was there to keep you safe.
“Mhm,” he moved a little closer, “if you’d want that, I can.”
You nodded eagerly, “yes, Peter, please.”
Yes, Peter, please…
You sat still as Peter invaded your space.
He licked his lips, you reluctantly placed one hand on your thigh, and the other reaching up to cup your chubby face. The warmth of your being was seeping into him so deep he felt warmer than he ever had.
You looked at him expectantly, your glassy gaze flickering from his golden brown eyes to his lips.
“Are you ready?” He whispered, mouth mere inches from yours.
You inhaled, “yes, Peter. I wanna be good for Harry.”
He ignored the pang in his chest, “well, you have to be good for me first, bunny.”
You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut. He watched you for a second. Your nose wiggled faintly as you breathed and you sat patiently waiting with your pouty lips puckered up slightly.
He was able to see it all this close to you. All of your imperfections that he never had the privilege of noticing before. It only made him long for you more.
Peter ignored the thought in his head that said if he knew you’d give into him so easily under the pretense of teaching you, he would’ve offered his services much earlier.
He leaned in, hovering just before your lips, eyeing how your eyebrows furrowed and your lips extended further. But not single complaint about Peter's excruciatingly slow pace because he knows best, and he knew you knew that.
He could feel your shaky exhales on his skin as he finally connected your lips. He felt himself twitch, once, twice, at the sheer feeling of your lips pressed against his. It was harder to refrain from going further - maybe a hand up your thigh, up your belly and to your tits, maybe wrap them around your neck…
He felt your face contort as he began to finally move his mouth against yours, your kisses were as sloppy as he’d imagined them to be. And he was correct, your inexperience made him painfully hard. He reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and placed it on his bulge. He just couldn’t resist. You let out a high shaky breath as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you.
Peter could taste the remnants of your milk tea on your tongue. You attempted to mirror his movements and he felt another throb at your feeble efforts.
He rubbed his hand onto his hard cock to resist the urge to do something completely inappropriate like take your hand to place it on his thigh to get him even closer to his release. He didn’t believe it would take much at all for him to cum. Your mouth moving against his was more than enough.
You began to get the hang of it and it somehow made Peter's erection even more painful. His hips involuntarily jerked as you wrapped your arms up around his neck, tugging him close. Your thigh brushed against his cock, he sighed. You gasped, your tongue halting its sloppy movements.
He could feel you pulling back and he chased your lips, pushing into you and not permitting you to disconnect your mouths. You leaned back against the arm of the small couch in your attempt to pull away from your best friend's lips. Peter followed you, body against yours. His cock sat on your thigh and he hoped you couldn’t feel it twitch.
As his hips made small movements, grinding into your thigh. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your head, keeping you against him, while the other felt up your sides, resting below your tits. You let out a whiny sound as you began to kiss him back again.
Peter’s thrusts became more erratic as he drew closer and closer to the edge. He felt your thigh tense and your hips lifted off the couch, pushing into his lower abdomen. Your arms tightened around his neck.
Your kisses were still messy, you used far too much tongue and had little technique but Peter had never had a better kiss. He came abruptly when you moaned into his mouth again, hand pulling on the hair at the name of his neck. He pulled away from you and groaned, out of breath into your shoulder as he steadied himself.
“Pete,” you breathed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so eager.”
Peter was taken aback. He didn’t respond as he regained his composure into your warm shoulder, inhaling your scent. His cock was slowly going soft but the proximity to you made him believe that it would shoot back up with any movement you made.
“I just,” a pause, “I guess I got a little carried away.”
It baffled Peter that you thought any of what happened had been your fault. As if he didn’t invade your space and force your head into place so he could get himself off.
“It’s okay, bunny.”
You buried your head into his shoulder and there was no sign of parting for a while. Peter only pulled away when he felt his hot cum seeping through his pants in a wet puddle. His movements were quick when he grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his lap.
“You know I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”
+
You had spent an increasing amount of time with Harry over the last few weeks. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d thought he’d have grown bored of you by now. But it seemed the opposite. He texted you often, smiled at you in a way that made you feel warm and special, and he seemed genuinely interested and excited to speak to you. You hadn’t felt that way since you met Peter.
Harry had even asked you out on a date. On Saturday evening he promised to pick you up from your apartment and take you somewhere you’d never been. You had little time to think of anything else because of how excited you were. Harry Osborn wanted to go on a date with you.
It had been the only thing on your mind for the last week. Well, that and your mess of a friendship with Peter Parker.
After the kiss shared with Peter, you had spent less time with him. On top of plans with Harry, you felt guilty for how you acted. You felt that you had taken advantage of him and his kindness. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and in a way uncomfortable around Peter now. You knew it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. And he deserved better.
You began to ignore his calls and texts and you took different routes to and from your classes. You even stopped replying to Ned and MJ after they began questioning where you’d run off to. In a way that comment made you feel a little ridiculous. It was like they expected Peter to be dragging you around on a leash. Like you were his little pet or something of the like.
That wasn’t Peter’s fault though. You didn’t believe anything was. Peter was a saint in your eyes. Your savior of a life of solace. That’s why you felt the worst you ever had about locking your window.
The first night, you had pretended to be asleep when you heard light taps on the glass. You closed your eyes and ignored the noise, waiting what felt like hours to move again.
Now, almost two weeks later, you had finally been confronted.
Peter looked at you with a look you had never seen and couldn’t decipher. His lips were pulled in a tight line and his forehead and eyebrows were creased, his eyes looked darker and his gaze was hard and they held a different feeling. Even the air around him felt different, it was cold and suffocating.
“You’re avoiding me.”
“Hm? Oh, no, no, Pete m’not-“
“You are.”
You opened your mouth to speak but your words were caught in your throat. You were avoiding him.
“Why? Did I do something to upset you?”
“No,” you took a deep breath, “I’ve just been busy-“
“Busy? With what? Osborn? He keeping you so busy that you can’t even respond to my texts?”
You felt your lip quiver and your eyes welled up with tears at his tone and his unwavering stare. Peter had never reacted this way towards you. You didn’t even know he could speak that way.
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, so you looked down at your feet and attempted to blink away your tears.
Peter looked down at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. He wanted - no, he expected an apology. He had been restless the past few weeks, waiting for you to respond to him. He had been following you around as New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man, so he was well aware of what you were up to. He watched as you found new routes to your home, hid away in obscure places and, of course, he watched your giddy expression as Harry Osborn gripped your hand or your waist and walked around with you on his arm like he owned you.
It didn’t help that Peter had seen you locking your window. Double checking, triple checking that you had locked it and then periodically again throughout the day. At first Peter suspected that you had known he got off on your thigh that day, that you were creeped out or disgusted by him.
“So? What is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”
You sniffled and Peter was surprised by himself when he didn’t soften at the noise. He didn’t feel the usual tighten of his heart nor did his stare on you become less intense. He wanted you to feel like this. It made it feel a sort of power having you vulnerable in front of him, for him.
“Y/N, I’m speaking to you. I expect an answer. Did you lose your ability to speak to me when you started fooling around with Osborn? Neglecting me? Neglecting our friendship? Does it mean so little to you?”
Tears started falling from your eyes at the sound of your name. Peter never called you that. You were his bunny, his best friend. You covered your face with your hands in shame. You weakly shook your head.
“So you can’t speak, hm?”
Peter could think of a few ways to get you to start talking. Many scenarios to get your pretty mouth moving.
Peter had thought a lot about you recently, somehow even more than normal. His thoughts had turned alarmingly crude the more time you spent away from him. What was once an innocent daydream of kissing your lips turned into a filthy, sordid fantasy of flipping your skirt and fucking you over the table in the library where you studied with Harry.
Flashes of your mouth and body were intrusive thoughts and the feeling of them on him lingered. They left him unable to focus on patrolling, ultimately leading to him jacking off on the roof of the building across the street from your apartment. Some days, he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your bare legs through cracks in your sheer white curtains.
“M’sorry Peter,” you peered up at him through teary lashes, “didn’t mean to make you sad.”
He clicked his tongue, “well, you did.”
You let out a sob as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your face into his chest. His heart rate kept its steady pace and Peter stood still for a few seconds. Would he forgive you, no, could he forgive you so easily?
He focused on your warmth around him and he felt his walls lower. He begrudgingly hugged you back, taking in the feel of your curves under his fingers. He sighed, “it’s okay, bunny. Don’t cry.”
You wanted to cry harder. Normally, Peter would be cradling your face, wiping your tears and pulling you close, enveloping you in his warmth. It was nothing like his tight grip and cold demeanor he currently had. You hadn’t meant to upset him so much but you just felt so guilty for possibly crossing or blurring the lines of your friendship.
Peter knew he would give into you. The way you whimpered and cried into his chest made his heart feel heavy. He began to rub your back and he placed a kiss on your head. Your arms tightened around him.
“C’mon, bunny. It’s okay, we’re okay.”
You whimpered again, doing all you could to collect yourself. Peter held you tightly until you lifted your head.
Your face was red and puffy, wet with your tears and your eyeliner was smudged at the corners of your bloodshot eyes. Your lips were slightly opened as you breathed through your mouth. Your nose was runny and you sniffled, nose wiggling. Peter felt his pants tighten. You looked so wrecked and it was all for him. Because he was upset with you. He had that power over you.
“Are you okay?” concern filled his face.
“Mhm,” you said, a shakily smiling. “Missed you.”
He smiled at you and you felt the warmth return, “I missed you more, bun. Should we catch up?”
You nodded frantically, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of your apartment.
+
Things had since gotten much better. You were in Peter’s grasp once more and Harry Osborn had been moved to the backburner.
You sighed as you switched your kettle on for a cup of tea. Peter was busy and you were stuck at home alone again. You were bored beyond belief as your eyes flickered from your TV to the warming kettle. You foot tapped on the ground and you all but ran to your phone when the familiar ping came from it.
Your eyes widened and excitement erupted in your belly. Harry had sent you a message.
hey stranger… u around?
You contemplated an answer. A part of you felt you shouldn’t respond but another was happy to hear from him.
Maybe
The response was instantaneous.
meet me at the bar
You smiled, rushing to your closet.
After making up with Peter you had begun to neglect your friendship with Harry. You were so focused on keeping Peter happy with you. This had become an increasingly difficult task that required a lot of time and attention.
Peter was easily bothered with you now. His patience would run thin and he would turn cold in the blink of an eye. You had spent nights crying, wishing you hadn't ruined your most important friendship. But none of that stopped you from trying.
You knew Peter didn’t like Harry, that was obvious. He’d roll his eyes and stare blankly at you with an expression of disappointment you had seen so much of recently whenever you would mention him in conversation. He made sure to remind you that Harry was just like other boys who wanted to take advantage of you and hurt you but he said nothing more.
As you walked into the cafe, Harry waved his arms in the air. You smiled, blush forming as you took a seat across from him. He looked happy to see you, and he told you that.
“I missed you, y’know,” he looked down, a pink hue on his cheeks. “Haven’t seen much of you recently.”
“Me too, um, sorry about that. I’ve been a little, um, busy.”
He looked up with a shy grin, “s’okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You were slightly taken aback by his shyness.
He paused, licking his lips and taking a deep breath, “so, Y/N, I’ve been thinking…”
Oh no, here it goes. He’s gonna tell you that he can’t see you anymore. That he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Your heart stopped, a date? You had ever been on a date before. “A date?”
He cleared his throat, looking nervous, “uh, yeah. It’s just, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I missed you so much the last few weeks. So I thought I’d finally ask.”
You exhaled, trying to process his question. “Yes, I’d love to,” you said, face warm and bashful smile.
+
It was cold outside as you walked back to your apartment. Harry had offered to drive you home but you declined, wanting some time alone to think.
Your mind was racing as you turned into the alleyway before your apartment. You were going on a date with Harry Osborn. What would you wear? What would you talk about? What would you tell Peter?
You sighed, glancing around the dark alley. There was a spider web hanging from a pipe a few steps ahead of you. You began to walk a little faster. If Spider-Man was around there was likely some sort of criminal activity. Hopefully it wasn’t too close to home.
As you rushed into your apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights. You shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, sighing deeply as you plopped down onto your bed.
“Where were you?”
Your eyes darted to the source of the noise. The streetlight peering in through the window illuminated him just a tad, barely enough to see his face. But it didn’t matter, you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.
“Peter? How did you get in here?” You distinctly remember closing the window, locking it and double checking before walking out the door.
“You were out with Harry. I saw you.”
“Oh, um,” you sat up and pulled your dress down, “W-we were just getting a drink.”
He inhaled deeply and hummed, “just getting a drink.” He let out a dark laugh, “sure you were.”
“We,” you paused, “we were. I haven’t seen him in a while.”
Peter scoffed, “and that’s why you agreed to go on a date with him, hm?”
You opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t let you.
“I thought we’d gotten past this, bunny.” Peter tapped his foot. Did you feel like you didn’t need him anymore? After all he’d done for you? All these years by your side and you abandon him for the first man who gives you the time of day.
“Why don’t you listen to me? I only want what’s best for you. For us.”
You stayed quiet, looking down at your frilly, white socks. Peter sighed and you heard him rise from his spot on the couch. He lifted your chin with his cold fingers. His eyes looked dark again and the darkness of your room added to the eerie feel of him. He leaned down, fingers light on your chin as he drew closer to your lips. You turned your face away before he could connect your mouths.
What was he doing?
He scoffed quietly as his hold on your face tightened and forced your face to its previous position. You furrowed your brows as you tried to turn away again.
“Pete, what are you doing?”
“I’m tired of you treating me this way. I deserve better after all i've done for you. All these years I have been there for you. I made sure you were okay and I loved you through it all.”
He loved you? You didn’t like the sound of that. Peter was your best friend and nothing more and you dreaded the possibility that he could think of you as something more than that.
“I know that,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
A tiny smile graced his lips.
You returned it, “and I love you too Peter, you’re my best friend.”
His grip on your chin turned painful.
Best friend.
He laughed darkly as he shook his head slightly, “best friend.” He smiled.
Feeling uneasy you smiled softly at him, forcing out a giggle.
His smile fell, “bunny, I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to be mine.”
You gulped, “um,” you looked down, “Peter, I don’t, I don’t feel that way about you.”
“Why? Because of Harry? Because you have ‘choices’ now, hm? I'm not good enough for you?”
You stayed quiet, trying to steady your breathing to keep yourself from crying as Peter used his free hand to move up your arm to your shoulder, holding it forcefully.
You didn’t even know Peter was remotely interested in you. The entire confession made you feel sick to your stomach. While you hadn’t known, the revelation didn’t change the fact that, to you, he was just a friend. This had nothing to do with Harry and his romantic interest in you.
“No, Peter, I just, I’m sorry. I don’t like you like that,” you looked down and spoke so softly you doubted he could hear you.
He scoffed, letting go of your chin and shoulder with a push. You steadied yourself, looking up to see him pacing around the room. You wanted to ask him to leave, but before you could he turned to you again.
“He could never treat you like I do.”
“Peter…”
“No! He couldn’t. I know deep down you know that. He wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl like you.”
You shifted uncomfortably.
Peter watched as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. It was the purple one again, his favorite. Harry would never be able to satisfy you the way he would. He just needs to find a way to let you know that. No, he has shown you. Everything he had done since you met should have shown you. You were just… ungrateful. He needed to let you know that you couldn't get away from him. There was no one else that could love you like he could.
Your heartbeat sped up as Peter took long strides towards you.
“He doesn’t deserve you like I do,” he shoved his knee between your own and forced them open just enough to fit his leg between them. “And I’m gonna show you, that only I know how to treat you. I know what you deserve and I can give it to you.”
You were confused and scared, you watched him cautiously as he stood before you.
His hand reached for your hair, he touched it lightly. You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know what he was about to do. You weren’t sure what he was capable of anymore.
His fingers caressed your face, giving your chubby cheeks a light squeeze as he moved his hand down to your neck. You let out a shaky breath as his hands ghosted over your throat.
“Peter,” you whispered, “what are you doing?”
He smiled, “I’m gonna make you mine, bunny.”
You felt your lip quiver and you hesitantly pushed his chest, trying to get him away from you. “No, Peter. I don’t want this.”
His hands tightened around your neck, “you don’t know what you want. You’re just a dumb bunny. You don’t know what is good for you. I do.”
Tears welled in your eyes as he leaned down to leave wet kisses on your cheeks and jaw, his hands on your throat.
You moved your face away, side to side, avoiding his lips. His grip cut off your airways as he gave you a shake, “stop.” He pushed you onto your back, attacking you with kisses.
Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to push him back. You should’ve been able to, even if it was just a little. But he didn’t budge. Your legs kicked his own trying to get him off. He acted like you hadn't touched him at all. You bit down on his tongue as it forced its way into your mouth, he pulled back in surprise. You took the opportunity to wiggle out from under him, moving as fast as you could towards the door.
Peter's temper was running thin. With quick movements he activated the web shooter tucked under the sleeve of his plaid shirt.
You barely made it a few steps when you were pulled back. Your eyes went to Peter who was seated on your bed, cold look on his face. The sight of your hand stuck to the table left you in shock. The sticky substance was too strong for you to pull back. You began to sob as you connected the dots.
Peter was Spider-Man.
You didn’t know how you hadn’t figured it out before. You should’ve known. The random bruises on his body, the overnight strength and agility, the disappearances, the way he always knew where you were and what you were doing… it should’ve been obvious.
“Peter, please, let me go,” you cried, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to free your hand.
He stood from the bed and took slow steps to where you stood. “You’re my little bunny, and you’re not going anywhere until you realize that.”
As he worked to free your hand you took the other and impulsively delivered a harsh slap to his cheek. Peter didn’t react right away. He kept his eyes on your hand for a few seconds before glancing up.
“Ungrateful little bitch.”
You inhaled, trying to stare at him with the same venom that he did you. He continued to free your hand, sliding the little knife across your thumb, slicing it. You hissed in pain.
You were so confused, this man was nothing like the Peter Parker you knew and loved. This man was pure evil and you wanted to get as far away from him as you possibly could.
Peter stared at you in disbelief. Could you not see that he was only trying to give you the best? He had to make you see it even if it meant by force. He looked into your eyes filled with fear, tearing threatening to fall and your lip quivering. He wanted you so bad and he was finally going to have you.
Peter looked down, watching the slow drops build on your finger tip before falling onto the counter. Your hand was barely trembling and he softened immediately. He hadn’t meant to cut you so deep.
“I’m sorry, bunny. Are you okay?”
His change in demeanor puzzled you, he had went from evil to the gentle Peter you knew and loved.
You nodded stupidly, “mhm, hurts just a little, Peter.”
“Aw, bunny,” he said softly, taking your sticky hand and bringing it to his lips.
His tender touch had you in his grasp again, like he hadn’t just assaulted you, screamed at you, cut you.
He placed a soft kiss to your bleeding finger, eyes looking lovingly into yours. You fed into it, like you always did. A drop of your blood rested on his bottom lip, and you watched as he licked it up with a swipe of his tongue.
He closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. His cock twitched and he ached to taste your pretty cunt in his tongue. He wasted no time.
Before you knew it, he was throwing you to the bed with ease, flipping your skirt up. He inhaled deeply, feeling his pants tighten further by the sight of your panties. They were just as cute as you. Just what he imagined you’d wear, yet somehow it was better. Your panties were a pale pink color, little hearts a darker shade of pink littering the fabric. He couldn’t help but stare, taking in the view of your pretty panties covering your perfect, plump ass.
Cries escaped you, pleas for him to just stop. He ignored them, instead giving your right ass cheek a little slap. He moaned at the cry you made, the way your flesh rippled at the impact.
You had been fooled once again. The Peter Parker you once knew was long gone.
Peter looped his fingers under the delicate fabric, your skin warm, he pulled up roughly. You yelped, arching your back to relieve the pain, but it only gave Peter a better look at your puffy pussy, bulging against the fabric he had pulled.
“Oh,” he cooed, leaning down and placing a kiss to your ass.
Tears pricked at your eyes again, threatening to fall as you tried to rack your brain for ideas on how to get yourself out of the current situation. You gasped at the abrupt feeling of cold air on your cunt. The tears began to fall.
Unable to control himself, Peter placed a sloppy wet kiss to your cunt. You gasped loudly, trying to move your ass away. He held your hips tightly in place, pressing pecks along the entirety of your backside. A strangled moan fell from your lips as he kissed your clit.
Peter stared at your pussy, admiring the wet string of slick that drilled from your little hole. He felt a sense of accomplishment at the drip of slick, he was making you feel good even when you resisted. Extending his tongue from his mouth, he licked up your slit, flicking his tongue as he did so. He moaned at the taste of your sweet juices.
He finally let himself loose, allowing himself to bury his head into your puffy cunt. His hands groped your thighs, kneading them, keeping them apart so he had good access to your cunt.
You tried to hold in your body’s reactions. You held your breath, curled your toes and turned your hands to fists. But you couldn’t stop a loud mewl as Peter swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. You bit your lip as you contained sobs.
Your fingers grabbed onto your sheets, squeezing them tightly as you felt yourself becoming more aroused. The lewd sounds from Peter combined with the wet sounds of your pussy. Peter was basically drooling, strings of spit and slick keeping him attached to you even when he pulled back for air. He couldn't get enough of the taste of you.
You felt a coil form in your tummy, tightening with every passing second.
“Are you gonna cum for me, bunny?” Peter asked, his voice deep.
Your body was trembling and your hips unconsciously pressed into his face. You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened involuntarily, loud cry slipping out as the coil snapped. You shook, your knees going weak as your body was overtaken by the pleasant, but unfamiliar sensation.
Peter groaned into your sopping cunt as he licked up your release. His cock was so hard it was painful, his mindless humping on your sheets wasn’t nearly enough. He held you up when your body gave in, on the verge of going limp as he continued his movements on your pussy long after you had become sensitive.
“Peter, please stop, hurts,” you managed to blubber out.
He pulled away, a string of spit connecting you. He watched as it snapped, falling onto his plaid shirt. He licked his lips, sliding his arms out from under your thighs. Your lower half hit your bed and you were unable to move. Your pussy throbbed from overstimulation as you laid dumbly. Weak little moans falling from your mouth.
Peter reached a hand up to wipe at his face, collected the excess juices and inserted his fingers into his mouth to consume it. He savored the taste, watching as your body jolted from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The skirt of your dress was scrunched around your waist and your ass was glistening under the streetlights from where he had drooled over it. Your thighs were in the same position they were in when he dropped them. He felt himself twitch, you were too weak to move them.
Harry couldn't have made you cum like that. He probably would even eat you out. What a waste of a sweet cunt that would be. He could live off your pussy alone he was sure of it.
Peter rested a hand on your lower back as he stood from the bed. You glanced over at him, relieved that he was going to leave you alone. Your tears had stopped and you felt them drying on your cheeks.
When Peter pulled off his plaid shirt and the gray t-shirt under it, you wanted to scream. You wanted to get up and push him out of your apartment. He had just forcefully inflicted oral sex onto you and were terrified of where he wanted to go next.
You couldn't help your stare on Peter’s toned body. His defined abdomen and strong arms were illuminated perfectly under the soft light. You wanted to slap yourself as you felt yourself become slightly aroused.
You managed to sit up, slowly and gently seating yourself down. You instinctively reached for your stuffed bunny. You held it to your chest as you watched Peter fiddle with his belt. “Peter,” you called quietly.
Your hair was a mess and you had faint black tracks going down your chubby face. Your lipstick was smudged. Your thick, soft arms were clinging to your bunny. The bunny he had gifted you years ago. Your dress was askew and barely covered your thighs.
“Yes, bunny?” he pulled off his belt.
“Please stop now. I’m sorry I upset you.”
He sighed and simply shook his head. “I helped you, now you need to help me.”
Helped you? You didn't ask for his help.
“But-”
“Look at what you did, bun,” he pulled off his underwear as he tugged off his pants. His cock sprung free and slapped his stomach. It was big and long and thick, protruding veins ran up its length, leading to an angry red tip. You felt your lip wobble, you weren't even sure if it would fit. “It hurts and only you can make it feel better. You caused this. It’s your fault that this is happening.”
You weren't sure what to think. Was this your fault?
“Lay back for me, bunny.” he motioned to the bed. “I need gonna fuck your pretty pussy.”
You shook your head.
Peter rolled his eyes, “do what your told, stupid bunny. Don’t act like you don’t like it. Couldn’t you feel how wet you were for me?”
You stayed in place. He clenched his jaw and grabbed your ankles, pulling you until your back hit the cushion of your mattress. You tried to kick the hold of his wrists from your feet.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he felt up your thigh, eyeing you in a way that made you feel self conscious. You felt like prey.
“I always like this dress,” he said, tugging it up your body. Peter pulled your bunny from your arms to pull the material over your head. “It’s my favorite one. Looks so beautiful on you.”
You reached for the bunny to cover yourself but were unable to reach it. You wrapped your arms around your tummy. Peter clicked his tongue, “no.” He leaned down to press kisses over your middle and he pried your hands away for better access. You felt tears brimming.
He pulled your bra off with ease, absentmindedly as he ran his mouth over your skin. You gasped and turned away, refusing to watch. You felt his tongue find your nipple and you hated the way it aroused you. He groaned and you felt his cock against your thighs. He kneaded your breasts as he kissed up your neck. He looked you in the eye as his cock found your cock, running up and down the slit.
“It’s gonna feel so good, bunny. You’re gonna crave my cock after. You’re gonna realize that no one is better for you than me. Fuck, you’re so warm and soft.”
His cock twitched on your pussy, causing you to inhale shakily.
Peter was so ready to be inside you. The warmth your cunt radiated made his cock ache so bad. He pushed his cock through your fold, watching as your face contorted. Your hole was pulling him in as soon as his cock head reached your entrance. It was like you were made to take him.
Your face had a pained expression painted over it and your hole contracted.
“Relax, bunny. Or it’s gonna hurt a lot more than it needs to. You were doing so well just now.”
He was too big, the further he sank into you, the more it hurt.
He couldn’t resist the involuntary thrust of his hips. You jolted up at the strength of them. As he pulled out he looked down. The sight of your loose tits, belly rolls, and puffy pussy around his cock made him feral. The red coat of blood on his pelvis made him feel a sense of accomplishment. He had you first.
He finally had you. All of you. And he deserved it all after everything he’d done.
Peter forced his way in until he bottomed out. Relishing in the way your tight pussy squeezed him. He knew it hurt from the way you had begun to cry and the way your body shook but he didn’t care. You’d adjust. Soon you’d be a stupid cockwhore. What he always wanted you to be. All for him.
“Ow,” you cried, reaching your hand up his back, seeking comfort.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
Peter began a slow pace, pulling out just a little before sliding back in. your nails dug into his back as your head moved side to side, whines and cries leaving your lips. More and more slick came from your hole as he continued his abuse.
Soon enough his thrusts had gotten faster, harder and your thoughts were few and far between.
Fuck.
I don’t want this.
Feels so good.
Peter's hands were all over you. Running up your sides, squeezing your soft skin, playing with your clit, and caressing your face as tears fell from your eyes.
You weren't sure when you had begun to cry or whether it was due to pain or pleasure.
Peter moved his lips to rest on yours, kissing you in sync with his thrusts. You whined, moving your face from away, “no, stop.”
His hand that rested on your bouncing tits delivered a quick, harsh slap to your cheek. You cried out, tears falling faster. Peter pinched your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You opened your eyes, watching as he spit into your mouth, a string of spit lingering. You clenched around him.
Peter chuckled, “you liked that. Dirty slut.”
You had stopped fighting him, too caught up in the feeling of his cock in your cunt. Peter knew you would. He knew you loved him, too.
He fit so perfectly inside you, like you were meant for him.
A string of “Hm, uh, uh's” and breathy high pitched noises fell from your lips with every thrust Peter made. The noises harmonized with the squelching sounds of your wet pussy. It was music to Peter’s ears. The prettiest noises he had ever heard.
Soon, you felt a coil in your belly. It snapped a part of you back into reality, while the other was dumb on the feel of Peters cock.
“Peter, hm, Peter, uh stop, m’gonna-”
Peter shushed you, sloppily kissing your neck, “cum for me.”
You were lightheaded, the feeling was too good. Peter suckled at your soft spot and you felt yourself cum with a high whine. Your orgasm was more intense this time. Your mind was blank as tears poured from your eyes and your body tensed. Your back arched off the mattress and you scratched down Peter’s back, holding him close.
Peter felt dizzy, you were everywhere. He could feel you everywhere and he had never felt such ecstasy. He twitched inside you as your cunt clenched around his cock deliciously.
You weren't able to contain your moans as you cried harder, salty tears saturating the sheets beneath your head as he fucked you past your orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he said, voice deep with desire. The way your pussy fluttered around him became too much.
“N-no,” you shaky moved your hands down to his pelvis, pushing with all the strength your weak body could muster. “P-peter, don’t want,” black mascara-stained tears streamed down your face, your lipstick smudged up to your nose, you looked absolutely wrecked.
“I didn’t fucking ask,” his voice was near a growl, “m’gonna cum in this pretty, puffy pussy. Listen to it scream for me, pulling me back in, fluttering around me. You want this.”
You shook your head, pushing once again, you let out a choked sob as he thrusted particularly hard, “N-no.”
Peter moaned loudly, squeezing your plump waist as he stilled.
You could feel his hot, hot cum painting your walls. You felt a weight on your heart, he had coaxed multiple orgasms from you, stolen them and your innocence along with them. And now, he was inside of you. His cum had likely forced its way into your cervix, mingling with your most intimate of places.
A small part of you liked it. You tried your hardest to ignore that part of you that enjoyed being full. So full of Peter. He was the best for you, after all.
Peter thrusted a few more times, dreading the thought of leaving your tight, warm hole.
You were everything he had ever imagined. You plump body, your sugary sweet taste, your beautiful noises…
He would never let you go.
Peter gave your limp body a final kiss. You were too fucked out to react. As he pulled out of you he stared at your puffy cunt. It was wet with slick and sweat. Cum slid out of the abused hole. He took his finger and pushed it back in, loving the way you jolted and tried to close your legs.
Peter Parker loved to look at you. Even more so now, with you bare in front of him. Your skin glistening under the rays of the artificial streetlights outside your window and remnants of your innocence on his cock.
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The shutters closed with a loud click as the flash went off, causing you to turn your head in his direction. Peter smiled at you from behind the camera.
“Hey,” you bounded over to him, squeezing in between the other families congratulating their graduating seniors, “you know I hate when you take pictures of me without my knowledge.”
“And yet that’s never stopped me.” The camera spat the polaroid out, and he grabbed it before it could flutter to the ground. “Besides, candid pictures are always the best.”
You rolled your eyes in that elegant way he knew meant you were just teasing. You’ve been best friends quite literally since you were born. Your parents worked at OsCorp with his dad, so he’s had lots of time to commit all your little quirks to memory.
“You’re always the one behind the camera, but you’re graduating too. Someone ought to take a picture of you.”
You made a swipe for the camera, but he easily held it above your head out of your reach. “Maybe when you can take it from me, shorty.” He ruffled your hair playfully.
“Hey!” You backed away from him and adjusted the graduation cap on your head.
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