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I DONT KNOW IM SO CONFLICTED because on one hand, i'd try to post the same amount as i currently am (like a fic every two days) but i don't know if i can lock in and write smut to fill an entire month. like i'll definitely try, and if it doesn't work great, maybe i'll try to do a smut fic every other post

but i have yet to make any decisions because most of my writing ideas are just done on the spot lol.

anyway, my requests are open, but this time just for the following characters (requests for other characters will be deleted):

peter parker, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, art donaldon, patrick zweig, tashi duncan, clark kent, kara zor el, jimmy olsen, aaron hotchner, jake peralta, rosa diaz, marlene mckinnon

pairing: peter parker x gf!reader summary: you're determined to leave love bites all over peter's neck, but unfortunately for you, his accelerated healing has other plans. peter has a couple of suggestions to lift your spirits. cw: attempts at giving hickeys, dry humping, kissing, allusions to sex, reader is kind of possessive but peter loves it wc: 1k+

Peter sharply inhales, hands tightening on your hips as your teeth softly graze the soft skin of his neck. In the back of the room, Evie calls out “Senses are overriding”, but you couldn’t care less, gripping your boyfriend’s face in one hand and moving it away from you so more space on his neck becomes exposed to you. A pathetic noise leaves Peter’s mouth at the way you handle him, lips reconnecting with his neck to sharply begin sucking again.

A slick layer of sweat coats Peter’s skin for a few reasons. One, you’ve been kissing him for a while now, and not long ago you got the brilliant idea to start leaving love bites on his skin. Two, your hips began moving against his own from where you’ve perched yourself above him a little while ago, and he’s been putting a large effort into not rolling his growing erection into your core. And lastly, you’re growing frustrated, which frankly makes him a little nervous.

You pull back from Peter’s neck with a loud pop, wiping your saliva off his skin with your unoccupied hand, and the second you huff again, Peter swallows thickly. The hickeys you’ve been trying to decorate him with just aren’t settling. In the minutes they take to appear, they already begin healing, leaving his skin unmarked.

“It’s not fair.” You mumble, and Peter truly sympathises with you, taking in the soft pout on your lips as you let go of his face. “What does a girl have to do give her boyfriend a couple of hickeys?” Peter gives you a small smile despite himself, eyes fluttering shut when you lean in again to continue your assault on his neck. God, you’re like a vampire, he thinks, groaning quietly as you press your entire body harder against his, chest flat against his. The hand you had on his face now buries itself in his hair, and Peter’s lips part as you grind down onto his lap.

“Heart rate quickly accelerating.” The robotic voice announces again, and Peter feels heat instantly rush to his face as you hum against his skin, taking in Evie’s words. You move your lips closer to Peter’s jaw, right where his pulse point lies, and he whimpers when your lips stretch into a smile against his neck, feeling the heavy thump of his pulse fighting against his veins. You pucker your lips to kiss the spot, and Peter’s hands snake up from your hips to the curve of your waist, where his fingers can dig better into your plush fat.

You pull away from Peter, seemingly unbothered by the fact that none of his hickeys are appearing, too busy admiring the state you’ve left your boyfriend in this time. Peter risks letting go of your waist with one hand, using it to cradle your cheek and pull you into a kiss instead. Your lips are wet with your saliva, and Peter moans against them, relaxing back into his pillows when you press your hands to his chest. Peter tries breaking the kiss, parting his lips to tell you something, but you’re quick to follow his lips, his open mouth letting you glide your tongue against his with practiced ease.

Peter’s hips twitch below you, bucking up into you in a way that makes the both of you let out a pleasured sigh. You break the kiss as Peter had tried doing mere moments ago, but now you ask him “Pete, why won’t you let me leave hickeys on you?”

Your boyfriend’s face softens at your upset expression, and he tilts his head sympathetically, saying “Trust me baby, I want you to be able to mark me up as much as you do.” The words send a throb to your core, and you try squeezing your thighs together, blocked by Peter’s body between them, and he grins softly. “What if I leave a couple on you, mhm?” Peter asks, fingers brushing up against your neck. He doesn’t wait for your response before bringing his lips there, his nose tickling your neck as it brushes against your skin, even as you reject his offer.

“But I want people to know you’re taken.” You open your mouth to add to your sentence, but what comes out instead is a quiet moan as Peter creates suction on your skin, one of your hands gripping his shoulder harshly. “I have a solution for that.” Peter mumbles, separating from your neck and looking up at you. You lean forward a little, pressing your forehead against Peter’s as you hum inquisitively, and your boyfriend mimics the noise with a slight nod of his head. “All it takes is to have you by my side any time I leave the house, and I’m sure everyone in Manhattan will get the hint.”

You press a short kiss to Peter’s lips, and you pull away for him to find you with a smile on your face. “Like that idea?” He questions quietly, and you nod softly, playing with the hair that hangs in front of his face. He pecks your lips shortly before returning his attention to your neck, grazing his teeth against your skin before sucking harshly on the spot for a long moment. You gasp, arching your body into his, and Peter pulls away to observe his work.

Peter glances up to meet your eyes before his gaze is quickly dipping down to your neck, and he grins, adding “And this hickey on your neck may very well be a sign to everyone that we belong to each other.”

“Already!?” You gasp, fingers coming up to graze the love bite Peter has so easily left on you. He nods, bringing an annoyed groan out of you, and you slump on his chest as you mumble in annoyance “That’s so unfair, I wanted to leave my mark on you, but no, of course Mr. Spider-Man’s accelerated healing has to confiscate his girlfriend’s simple pleasures in life.”

Peter laughs loudly, securing an arm around your waist and carefully rolling you over on the bed so he can hover over you. “Okay Mrs. Spider-Man, since you’re so upset about the hickeys, we can see if something else like back scratches last any longer.”

And of course, it’s all worth it to see the way your eyes light up at his suggestion, even though you demand a couple more rounds when nothing appears on his back the first time around.

if you like a fic and ever find yourself wanting to beg for a second part instead of telling the writer how much you liked the first part, please think again!

i know comments like these may seem harmless as a reader, but when you're indulging in content that real life people are writing for free and can only ask for more instead of appreciating what's in front of you, you're demotivating a writer.

i hid all the usernames because i don't want to shame anyone, and want to give you a chance you correct yourself next time since you may not be realising what your words are actually implying, but this isn't nice.

so some fics i have lined up for august would be pushed to next month and be replaced by peter fics

pairing: peter parker x stark!thunderbolt!reader summary: peter isn't prepared to take his clothes off for a meeting with the white widow, and he's much less prepared to meet his best friend for the very first time since fate tore them apart in a cruel twist of memory. cw: angsty undertones, a little light flirting, tony stark mention wc: 1k a/n: mina writing and posting something in the same day? unheard of but i'll do it for the peter girls

From the changing room, Peter can hear someone new enter the bath, and he shuts his eyes tightly at the prospect of having even more company as he shimmies himself out of his suit. What comes instead of a strange voice though, is one that is too familiar — one that he hasn’t heard in years and makes his heart fall out of his chest.

“Yelena, I have a question about the timing of our mission tomorrow! Bucky says I shouldn't go out tonight, but John says that as long as I’m not too hungover, it shouldn’t matter.”

Peter swings the door open with the towel hanging around his waist, eager to see your face for the first time in so long. What are you wearing? Who are these friends you’re going out with tonight? Is Peter going to pass out at the sight of you? These thoughts circle his head so fast he doesn’t hear Yelena’s loud laugh at your question, or the way you insist for her to just tell you the time of the mission.

At the loud creak of the wooden door, both you and Yelena look over to him, and whilst Yelena lets out a loud laugh you feel yourself falter, blinking quickly at sight of the masked man in front of you. Peter feels his entire body go still, from the rigid muscles beneath his skin to the hairs that angrily stand above it.

“Are you seriously going to keep that thing on?” Yelena asks, and Peter tears his gaze from you, though not for long. It’s been forever since he’s seen you — a literal lifetime ago for him. You look exactly the same, just more mature. You’ve grown into your features and stand with the confidence of a woman, not an awkward teenager. And Peter - he knows the shirt you’re wearing, with the Stark Industries logo now peeling off the front from years of wear and tear.

Yelena follows Peter’s line of sight to look back at you with a quizzical expression. But you’re too busy staring at Peter to notice her stare. Your eyes scan down Peter’s muscular torso, noticing how developed his figure has become since you used to do rounds with him all those years ago. Even without his suit, you can see how much bigger his muscles have become, and the only thing that lets you place him is the mask covering his face, otherwise recognisable.

“It’s been a long time, Spider-Man.” You say, a casual smile on your face.

Peter nods quickly, forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat before speaking so his voice doesn’t shake. “It has.”

“You know, we haven’t worked together since-” You shake your head, blinking slowly. “You left the Avengers so soon after my dad-”

“Yeah, so did you.” Peter mumbles, the goggles on his mask shrinking slightly when his face morphs with a sad expression. You nod, smiling sadly at him. “I’m back though. The new avengers, you know?” Peter nods, and the two of you stand in silence for a long moment, just acknowledging each other. As though the people you saved the world with on countless occasions aren’t gone. Or in your case, your family.

“So are either of you going to get in the bath, or are you going to leave?” Yelena asks. Peter nods, awkwardly removing the towel from around his waist and lowering himself into the hot water, giving you the dwindling chance to admire the muscles in his thighs, bulging against his tight briefs. You need to shake yourself out of this weird daze you’re in and remember why you’re even here in the first place. Peter stares at Yelena, unable to say anything while you’re standing right there.

His best friend.

Or at least, you used to be before Tony died, and the two of you could barely speak to each other without thinking of him. Before Dr. Strange’s spell tore you apart. Peter once believed you were the love of his life, before the world happened, before things got complicated.

Yelena slowly turns around to shoot you a pointed look — you’re interrupting her meeting. You shake your head. “No, I don’t have the time.” You secure your bag on your shoulder, taking a step backwards for emphasis. You unhook your headphones from the strap, ready to put them on.

“Uh, we should train together some time, Spider-Man. Or, you can train me — the muscles look great compared to the last time I’ve seen them.” Peter laughs shyly, nodding in thanks as you rush out of the room. When he turns his gaze towards Yelena again, she’s shooting him an incredulous look, as if searching for more context. “I didn’t know you guys were so close.” She says, squinting her eyes at him. Peter pushes his lower lip out, shaking his head. “We’re not, no. We were friends when we were both avengers.”

“And did she ever get to see you without that mask?”

Peter’s heart goes still for a beat longer than necessary. If only you knew that you had been his best friend. That the two of you would train and make jokes together, spending every second of your time together. When he wasn’t with you in the tower, you’d be with him at his Aunt May’s, baking cookies or sitting in the bottom bunk of his bed whilst doing something so ridiculous, you knew it couldn’t be done in the avenger’s tower. For example, build a lego tower.

But ultimately, no you don’t remember who he is, or what he looks like under his mask. So Peter shakes his head. But maybe he’ll take you up on that offer and see you soon.