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pairing: nancy wheeler x reader summary: mike wheeler has had his eye on you for a ridiculously long time, so why are you showing up at his front door asking for his older sister? cw: flirt!reader, new relationship, titty fondling, kissing, mike is weird wc: 1.4k+

Mike has spent so many years staring at you from afar that he never considered the possibility that you’d ever be standing so close to him — yet here you are, smiling politely at him from where you’re stood on the Wheelers’s doormat.

“Hi, is Nancy here?” Mike splutters, moving to make space for you in the doorway and let you into the house. He wants to ask why you’re looking for Nancy, but knows that someone like you wouldn't be interested in answering his questions. His sister is two years older than you, so it doesn’t make any sense for you to know her at all. But then again, you’re two years older than him and he’s had his eye on you since you shared the same playground in school, running around with your friends who never even noticed his existence.

He always noticed you. And he kept noticing you even when you left for high-school. He was always a little jealous that Nancy would share the hallways with you from that point on, but his older sister never mentioned you — she probably didn’t even know who you were. So why would you be standing at his front door a year after you’ve graduated, looking for his sister? How would she even know you? Did you guys work together or something?

“Could you point me in the direction of her room?”

“Uh, up the stairs, furthest room to the left.”

Mike notices that you don’t keep your gaze on him for a moment longer than necessary, hiking up the stairs to find Nancy’s room. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve been here before, when nobody was home and Nancy wasn’t in charge of looking after Holly for the first time in ages. She had snuck you up the stairs with her hands on your waist, but you had been so enamoured with her, so distracted by the kisses she layered over your skin that you had no clue how you had ended up in her bed.

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.