tropes ✎ avenger!reader / enemies to lovers / smut
warnings ✎ masturbation, dom/sub, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, peter parker doesn’t just have bde he has a big dick, handjob, voice kink, grinding, cowgirl, multiple orgasms
summary ✎ on a mission with the avengers, the team unexpectedly crashes at a motel and you get stuck sharing a bed with peter, who you can’t stand. to make matters worse, you’re ovulating and can’t sleep without touching yourself.
a/n ✎ hey besties, i’m reposting because it didn’t show up in the tags yesterday :(( like i said yesterday, i’ve been dying to write and post fics for a long time but i was too insecure and scared to try. part of the reason why i was inspired to make a new blog and give it a try is because of the great writers i followed so i want to thank @duskholland @worldoftom @venomsilk @vendettaparker @userholland @t-lostinworlds for their beautiful writings that motivated me so much when i need it. you’re all icons ♡
You were in hell.
No, really. You weren’t much of a religious woman but right now, you felt like there was some deity out there who had decided to curse you with the worst luck possible. Here you were, doing a good deed by helping free people being held hostage by a Hydra subdivision, and you were rewarded by Tong making you share a room in a dusty, cramped motel with another Avenger you couldn’t stand. Just your luck, there was only one bed and, after almost killing each other to see who would take the floor, you both gave in.
And now you were lying next to the guy, sharing his body heat, whilst your own body was thrumming with arousal, at the height of ovulation. And Peter, deep asleep as he was, smelt fucking heavenly, like your very own personal temptation.
There was no chance of you sleeping. None. Not with your thighs rubbing together as you lay on your side. Not with the way Peter was shifting behind you. You closed your eyes and prayed. Whatever you had done, you would undo it. You didn’t care. You would do whatever it took. Just take away the need, and you would serve soup at a homeless shelter for a month if it meant being able to get some rest.
You squeezed your eyes shut, taking deep breaths. A minute passed. Then another. Another. You listened to your heartbeat and Peter’s even breathing.
Cursing silently, you shuffled away from him. “Peter,” you whispered.
No response.
Spider boy was dead to the world.
You carefully slipped one hand down to unbutton your jeans, and made as little movement as possible to work your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. Pausing, waiting. No response from your companion, so you pushed a little further, stretching your underwear. The noise of the slick between your thighs was audible and you winced, waiting for something, anything. Peter was still asleep, so you swiped your fingers up your slit. Shaking at the abrupt touch, you forced down a gasp, and drew your hand up just a little to stroke in minute circles against your clit.
Trying to keep yourself still was difficult. You needed more friction, more speed, but your arm shook and so did your hip, tugging at the blanket thrown over the both of you. Your other hand slipped over your mouth, pressing down hard to muffle the soft whining that tried to escape you. And when Peter shifted behind you with a soft noise, you ripped your hand out of your pants, swallowing.
You paused, listening, waiting, wondering if he was going to stir and catch you in the act. The sound of his breathing as it evened out seemed so loud in the otherwise silent room. It must have been several minutes before you dared to slip your fingers back to where they were. You bit down on your lip, rubbing gently again, keeping your arm so tight to your body that your muscles started to ache. But it was worth it – the pleasure was slowly growing between your thighs, and the fabric of your panties muffled what must have been an impressive wet noise.
Peter arched, groaning, and rolled onto his back. Freezing, you yanked your hand out again, placing it on your stomach. Other than a long, deep exhale, he didn’t move, but now his arm was braced against your back, the warmth of his skin bleeding through your thin t-shirt. You pressed your lips together, and then you shuffled a little further away. The blanket slid up, just about covering part of you, and cool air wafted against you. Gritting your teeth against the sudden cold, you took a deep breath, then slid your hand back down once more. Just one orgasm. Just one. Then you could sleep.
You wriggled your panties down into your pants, fingers going straight to your clit. You needed to make this quick and quiet. So you moved in fast little circles, your hand over your mouth again as you tried to stop your hips riding your hand they way they seemed to be trying to. The wet noise was almost audible now, and your cheeks burnt with embarrassment. If Peter woke up right now—
Oh god, he was a fucking coworker you didn’t like, and here you were touching yourself whilst he slept beside you. And yet you didn’t stop, pressing your head into one of the pillows beneath you that Peter had brought along for the mission. Bad idea. He had apparently used it before, and it smelt of him, masculine and arousing. The scent seemed to drop straight to where your fingers were stroking, and you whimpered.
Peter stirred.
You froze. Fuck, fuck—
Nothing.
You almost growled. It was like he was unwittingly edging you like this, interrupting you before you could reach that edge. God. What you wouldn’t give for him to just fucking slide into you, right now. His fingers, his dick, whatever he was willing to spare for you. You needed it.
Wetting your fingers with your slick again, you returned to touching yourself, panting softly into your hand. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were going to go insane. The need throbbed beneath your fingers, like an ache that wouldn’t go away, and you moved your hand to bury your face in the pillow, sneaking your fingers up to play with your nipple. Anything for more stimulation, for more touch, for more.
Your thighs trembled, and you fought to keep them from moving too much, to give yourself just enough space to touch without broadcasting to your sleeping companion that you were trying to cum with him lying next to you like this. Your breathing came sharply into the pillow as the heat coiled beneath your fingers and began to grow.
Peter rolled onto his side once more, chest towards your back, and you bit down a whimpered curse as you stilled. A shiver rushed through you, and you wanted to scream.
A low chuckle filled the air, curving down your spine like a warm touch. Your eyes shot wide open.
“You’re the least subtle person I know, Y/N,” Peter murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
That heat between your thighs throbbed again. “You were awake,” you panted.
“Yeah sweetheart, I was awake the moment you said my name,” he told you. “But you didn’t say it again, so I thought I’d wait and see what you wanted. And let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest to find out.”
You stilled. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—“
“I’m not mad, Y/N,” he said softly. “Hell, I was waiting for you to ask me for a hand.”
Your mouth went dry and you immediately found yourself wondering what Peter’s big fingers would feel like between your thighs, working your through that urge. “You,” you swallowed, “you’re…ok with…me…”
“Y/N,” his voice was breathy, “Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
You felt hot. “I just…I need…something.”
“How about we get your clothes off and I start you off with my fingers?” Peter suggested gently. “Then maybe after that you might be able to think clearer.”
Warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you watched as Peter eased your fingers out of your pants. Warm golden light filled the space when he switched on his lamp, and he let go of your wrist to hook his fingers into one of the belt loops on your jeans, tugging you back under the blanket so that your back was pressed against the firm slope of his chest. Your ass met his hips, and oh, ok, ok.
Peter tugged at your pants, working them down to your knees. Your thighs were wet, and you bit your lip as he pulled them up to slide your jeans over your feet. There was a soft sound as they were tossed with their bags, and then Peter’s hands were at the hem of your shirt, stripping that off. You were quickly left in just your bra.
“I’m going to pull the blanket down, ok?” Peter asked.
You nodded. “Sure.”
Peter folded the blanket over, baring your torso, and you arched to let him unhook your bra and slide it off you. Your nipples were immediately obvious, but you didn’t have time to cover yourself before one hand was cupping a breast, the other tossing your bra to join the growing pile of clothes. The big, warm hands groped at you gently, thumbs pebbling the stiff nipples, and your hips bucked. Your ass rocked against his erection.
Peter rolled you onto your back, and knelt up over you. His head immediately dipped to your breast, and his now free hand slipped between your thighs. You almost choked on your moan. His fingers were big, and rough, and they rubbed gently against your clit with just enough friction to have you almost sobbing at the touch.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, and ran his tongue over your nipple.
You squeaked, grabbing hold of the blanket, and Peter reached down to guide your hand to his shoulders gently as he stroked a little faster.
“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart,” he added. “Must hurt where my fingers are, huh?”
“God,” you gasped, “yeah, it hurts…”
Peter gently probed at your slit with a finger. “I can fix that.”
“Please,” was the only thing you said.
If this were any other time, you would be more coherent, more sexy, more verbal, but Peter slipped a finger into you and you threw your head back and moaned. His thumb came to rest on your clit and began to rub, hard and fast. Tremors rocked your body at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Peter leaned over you, his mouth on your nipple, one hand resting on your head as his finger fucked you. The wet noise of that combined with the wet noise of his tongue, and you gripped his t-shirt tight, your hips bucking desperately into his hand.
Peter brushed another finger along your slit, and slowed his hand down, gently working it into you. You whined, another tremor rocking you, and you tried to relax. Peter’s thumb kept rubbing at your nub. Your nails dug into him. Peter grunted softly, and when he had gently spread you open for him, he sped his hand up once more, angling his fingers to—
You came with a cry, clamping down on his fingers and wriggling your hips desperately as the sudden orgasm washed over you. Holy shit. Holy shit. You weren’t the most experienced woman in the Avengers, sure, but coming that quick, that hard—? You could hear yourself whining as Peter worked you through it, all the while his lips sucked at your nipple and his thumb rubbed at your clit until your muscles felt like water.
Your hips quivered as he kept stroking, the sudden electric overstimulation pulling a groan from you. Peter nodded wordlessly and slipped his fingers out of you. Laying back, you watched as he raised his hand to his mouth and began to lick his fingers clean. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. He kept those big brown eyes on yours as he did so.
“Is,” you swallowed, your lips trembling, “this your wicked plan to have your way with me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter teased, leaning over you. “I’m just doing you a favour while you’re suffering.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sure, sure, you’re totally,” your words caught in your throat as his hips slotted between your thighs, “free of ulterior motives.”
Two strong arms came down either side of your head as Peter leaned closer, the warmth of his defined abs separated from your own by the old white t shirt he wore. Fuck, he was broad. You had always wondered what the hell that spider bite did to him to make him that big. And yet he didn’t scare you. Sure, you’d seen superheroes and mutants and super soldiers before, but a boy like Peter who’s your age, a boy as powerful and relentless as him, there should’ve been something stressing you about him. Especially since neither of you like the other and are always fighting even during missions, driving Tony and Steve crazy. Though you had to admit, you probably would have been just as turned on by him if he was scary.
So you had a thing for putting yourself in danger…
“Well, that depends,” he murmured. “Are you feeling better?”
“…what happens if I say no?” You asked.
Peter grinned. “I have a couple ways of dealing with that.”
You blinked. “…yeah? Does one of them involve needing protection?”
“Probably.” Peter looked at his bag, then at you. “But if it helps, I’m clean, and since my spider-bite, I don’t even know if I have a chance of knocking anyone up.”
Still, you watched him reach over into his bag, and he pulled a little foil packet out of one of the pockets, handing it to you. His hips pressed against yours as he did so, and if he was trying to hint at something or if it was a genuine mistake, well – you neither knew nor cared, because you could feel his cock pulsing through his jeans. You couldn’t believe Peter Parker had a big dick.
“Your call,” he said gently.
You blinked. “…what’s the thing that doesn’t involve needing protection? Just…so I know.” Jesus, there was no way that thing was gonna fit in you.
“I mean you might have noticed I’m a pretty talkative guy and I like to run my mouth,” Peter said.
Your brow arched. “Are you being delicate with me? Right now?”
Peter gazed at you. “Not a fan of delicate? How about I just offer to eat you out then.”
You swallowed, nodding as your breathing wavered a little. “That…that works,” you agreed.
“Glad to hear it.”
Peter’s head immediately ducked, and you watched, squirming a little, as his lips pressed to your ribcage. The slide of his skin tickled yours as he slowly kissed your stomach, then your hipbones, and then two fingers were spreading your thighs wider, and his tongue licked a long, broad stripe up from the base of your slit to your nub.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” You gasped out as his nose was pressed directly against your clit. His lips surrounded it, sucking.
“Hard and fast or do you want a bit more to build you up?” Peter asked, his voice muffled.
“Whatever means you don’t fucking stoP!” You yelped. “Oh fuck, don’t—don’t be a dick about this!”
“Yes ma’am,” Peter chuckled.
One hand slung over your belly, holding you against his mouth, as the other cupped your breast, gently squeezing, playing with the nipple. Your hands clung to Peter’s head, your nails digging into the scalp. Peter purred pleasantly, the vibrations hitting your clit and jolting your hips into his mouth.
You abandoned holding his hair, rocking desperately against his mouth as the man between your thighs—oh god what was he doing with his tongue, fuck yes—ate you out like you were his last meal. You slung your thighs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his muscular back as you thumped your fists against the lumpy mattress beneath you, sucking in heavy breaths.
Your back arched as he abandoned pinning you down to grab both breasts, his thumbs teasing and tugging at your nipples. You watched him play whenever your eyes could meet his, looking at the mouth and the pink flash of tongue and always those big brown irises, looking at you like he could give you head blindfolded.
Oh my god maybe he could.
Nails dragged over your ribs, down your belly, before fingertips ran over the scratches and back up to play with your breasts again.
“Peter,” you felt your stomach swoop, “Peter, fuck, oh my god, fuckfuckfuckfuck—”
Both your hands clapped over your mouth as he pinched gently at the stiff peaks of your breasts, and you came with a muffled scream, your hips riding his mouth frantically. He just pulled you closer, let his lips rub against the sensitive nub of your clit, of your folds, and shook his head to work that friction until you were sobbing beneath his tongue.
You twitched beneath him, your skin oversensitive to even the gentlest brush, and Peter let your whimper under him like that for a good few seconds as his tongue lapped gently to bring you down from your orgasm. Slumping limp against the bedding, you panted sharply, whining when the bastard kissed at your thigh, scratching you. A thumb teased your nipple. You slapped his hand away, and all he did was chuckle.
“God you’re cute when you’re coming,” Peter murmured, and damn him if that didn’t make you throb. You’d barely recovered from your last orgasm, you didn’t need to want another one.
“Shut up,” you panted.
He was watching you the whole time as he wiped your slick off his chin, somehow managing to look innocent like he hadn’t just had you screaming into your own hand, and slid down onto the mattress to lie next to you. He didn’t speak, just waited.
That throbbing didn’t go away.
You looked at the little foil packet. Then you looked over at Peter, and one hand reached for the button on his jeans. He didn’t help or hinder you, just let you unzip him, tug down the hem of his jeans and push your fingers past his black boxers.
Yeah, he was about as big as you thought he was.
You felt yourself throb again. Well, if all else failed…
“Is that gonna fit?” you heard yourself ask.
Peter threw back his head and laughed. “Fuck, that’s a question I like hearing,” he admitted. “It should do, never had a problem with it before.”
You swallowed, and Peter arched up to let you pull his jeans down until his boxers were visible. Reaching in, you freed his cock from his boxers, and ran your fingers over it. Peter moaned softly.
“You often get asked if it’ll fit?” You asked.
Peter reached over, his fingers slipping beneath your chin. “Y/N. You don’t have to.”
Your brow furrowed. “I never back down from a challenge. You know this.”
“I don’t want you hurting yourself because you’ve got something to prove,” Peter said softly.
You shot him a grin. “Worried you won’t last, Spider-Man?”
You barely saw his hand grab your waist before you were being tugged into his lap and Peter was sitting up, shucking his shirt off. “My dick is a one and done offer, but remember what I just did to you with my mouth and hands,” he purred. “You’re practically in heat so I need to make sure you’re completely satisfied. And I’ll take as long as I need.”
You exhaled heavily. “You always this talkative?” you croaked.
Peter kicked off his jeans and moved you to straddle his waist as he tugged his boxers down. You felt his cock just about pressing against your clit, still erect enough to be able to do so.
“So,” Peter’s voice cut through your thoughts, “you want the condom?”
You shook your head. “Nah.”
He nodded. “Ok. So, what’s your favourite position?”
“Uh,” you paused, “I—I don’t know, I haven’t exactly done all that much.”
Peter nodded. “Stay in my lap then, it’ll make it easier for you to control things like that.”
How could he say this in such a blasé way? It was like he was discussing the weather. You just nodded, watching as he sat back, and then you clambered onto him. Your eyes found his cock, and then your hands, wrapping around him and rubbing gently. The man beneath you moaned, brown eyes disappearing briefly as they shut.
“Move at your own pace,” he said softly, and lay down, his hands running up your belly to cup your breasts.
Your lashes fluttered as your wrist jerked, moving slowly up and down his cock. Shuffling forward a little, you braced the tip of him against your folds, wetting him. His tongue flicked out to lick his lip, and his thumbs gently circled your nipples as you lowered yourself. The slightly burn of the stretch was more from your lack of action than lack of preparation, and you kept it slow, letting yourself adjust as the first inch filled you. A soft moan filled the room, and you shut your eyes.
“You ok?”
He was watching you when you opened your eyes, hips dropping a little further. “Yeah,” you breathed, grasping his forearms as the next inch slipped in. Another moan, louder this time, escaped you. His eyes were fixed on you, gauging your every reaction, checking for pain, for nervousness. You let a little more of him fill you. “You gone all shy, Parker?” you added.
His brow rose. “You’ve got half of my dick in you and you think I’m shy all of a sudden?”
You spluttered, pausing. “You’re not talking,” you pointed out.
Peter grinned at that. “You want me to talk?”
Fuck. You’d been caught. “It’s just weird you’re not running your mouth, that’s all.”
Peter’s eyes were fixed on where you were slowly slipping more of him into you. “That’s what you’re telling yourself, huh? Whilst you’re naked and sinking down into my lap? After I just made you cum twice?”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and Peter reached up to drag your head forward so that his mouth pressed against yours. Heat surged through your body, and you returned the kiss eagerly as your ass met his lap, legs draped either side of him. Both hands came back to your breasts, palms rubbing against your nipples, and you braced your hands on his chest as your back arched. Your hips rolled a little, working gently back and forth on him. A low groan buzzed against your lips.
“All yours, Y/N,” Peter murmured softly, and nipped at your lower lip.
“You’re not gonna help?” you teased.
His eyes glinted. “Later. When you ask me to.”
As you used his chest to lean up and start to rock, you had to wonder what he meant by that. But it didn’t take you long to stop caring about that once you began moving your hips.
Your eyes closed, and you began to roll, back and forth, the pressure of him filling you sating some of that irritating need that had been plaguing you all damn day. And for all the thickness of him, you were wet, and there was no trouble letting him work in and out of you. The rough pads of his thumbs on your nipples sent little flecks of heat to your core as you rode him, and he seemed content to let you do what you liked without much other than a few soft groans.
“S-so.” You opened your eyes and your mouth went dry at the sight of the pale grey eyes gazing up at you in curiosity. “W-what? What’s the look for?”
“You’re cute,” Peter told you casually, and his thumb slid down between your thighs.
You bowed as he began to rub at your clit, and now his hips started to oh so slowly thrust up into you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he kept it languid and casual, like it was no big deal that there was a woman on top of him with his dick in her.
Fuck. Maybe this was no big deal.
“Penny for your thoughts, Y/N,” Peter drawled. “You ok?”
You nodded. “Been a while.”
His thumb pressed a little harder and you whined. Licking your lips, you arched and started to move a little faster in his lap, breath catching.
“You’re quiet,” you muttered.
“Y/N,” Peter grinned, sounding genuinely amused, “are you saying you like the sound of my voice?”
Your cheeks burnt. “I’ve heard worse,” you muttered.
Peter snorted, and bucked his hips a little harder, his large hand palming your breast. “So you want me to talk to you while you ride me, is that it?”
“Mmm, maybe,” you whispered.
He smirked. “Sure. I can do that.”
Bracing yourself on his chest again, you sat up and began to bounce on him, a soft gasp escaping you. Peter’s breath came gentle but sharper, and the smirk wavered just a little.
“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Y/N?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes even as a soft wave of heat rolled over you. “Not answering that!”
“That,” he exhaled, “is code for ‘since I met you’ isn’t it?”
Groaning, you nevertheless sped up as the touch of his thumb started to work you slowly up, pleasure building gently. “Shhh and let me, mm, do this,” you complained.
Peter just laughed, the sound breathless and punctuated by sharp pants. “Hey, you asked me to talk,” he reminded you.
“Regretting it,” you panted.
There was a wet noise coming from between your thighs, and Peter’s hips rocked a little as your nails dug into his skin, the wiry hairs that covered his chest brushing against your fingers. Your eyes met his for a moment, and when he ran his tongue over his teeth, all you could think of was how he had reduced you to a mess with just his tongue. Shivering, your eyes closed, a bolt of heat pulsing around where he filled your.
“So should I shut up?” he breathed.
You groaned as you sped up, chasing that coiling heat. “F-fuck, just d-don’t stop!”
“No?”
His thumb slowed down just a little, enough to be noticeable, and you keened, your body moving frantically against his to make up for the loss of sensation.
“Fuck you,” you groaned. It wouldn’t be long. Your body was tensing, expectant of the relief.
“That what you’re into?” Peter’s thumb pressed harder all of a sudden, moving faster. “You like thinking, fuck, thinking ahh- about me taking- taking it away, Y/N? Leaving you hanging?”
A frustrated noise ripped out of your throat. “Don’t you dare!”
Almost—
There was a soft chuckle below you as you closed your eyes. “C’mon, Y/N.” His thumb—
You let out a sharp cry as you came around him, nails raking down his chest and pulling a sharp gasp from his lips before his moans curled along your skin with each clench of your walls around his cock. Your lips parted, heat flushing your body, and you shook in his lap. His name escaped you, filling the room, and finally you sagged against him, breathless and hot.
“Better?” Peter asked cheerfully.
“Yeah,” you gasped, slumping down onto his chest. “Yeah, I’m, I’m good.”
“Glad to be of service.” His hands gently grasped your shoulders, gently stroking, and you felt him twitching inside you.
“You—right, you didn’t,” you managed.
“Nope,” he agreed. “I can take care of it, though.”
You sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. You can—I’m good. Just give me a second and you can—yeah, go ahead.”
You were on your back before you even realised it, the man kneeling above you, arms caging you in. You gasped as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head.
“This ok?” he asked casually.
“Yeah.” You wriggled your hips. “Should’ve known you mutant types were into this.”
Peter just chuckled. “You think a radioctive spider made me kinkier?”
Your thighs slid around his hips. “I’m just saying. You all get worked up so easily and that radioactivity combined with your skintight suit can’t be helping your temper.”
“My deepest,” his hips slid forward to meet yours with a gentle slap, “apologies, Ms. Y/N. Here was me thinking you enjoyed the skintight flight suit and mask.”
You moaned gently. “…all right, maybe it’s not the worst.”
“I knew you secretly liked it.”
And then he was fucking you, driving down into you fast and hard. Your head fell back as you arched up into the movements, heels digging into his back. The sound of them was noisier now after you’d gotten what you needed from him, and you felt less desperate now. You damn well hoped so, after three orgasms.
Possibly four, if he was determined.
His breathing was heavy, and when you looked up, gazing into the brown eyes, you found them lidded and hazy. It was a good look on him. You’d seen the full spectrum of his emotions, and here and now, with him leaned over you, it was the first time there hadn’t been a hint of sadness in there. You bit your lip, wanting to kiss him all of a sudden.
“Feel better?” Peter panted, his large hand spanning your hip, thumb rolling over your clit again.
“Oh fuck,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut, toes curling. “A-again?!”
“Can’t, god, can’t have you waking up in the—the night just to—mmm—get yourself off,” Peter teased with a wavering smirk that was undermined by his breathlessness.
“Much—much appreciated!” You managed to shoot back, but the way he was drilling you like this was rubbing up against your sweet spot, and you were starting to feel that heat coil between your thighs again even though you weren’t certain you’d get there before he did. Still, you cracked your eyes open to look at him, green meeting silver.
“Glad to be of service.”
His eyes shut tightly, and he trembled, his nails digging into your hip as his lips curled back over his teeth. A growl rumbled in his chest and his muscles tensed. It was—god, it was something to watch. You had never had sex with a guy who was as ripped as him before. In the dim light, the cuts and ripples of his muscular chest shone even before. Not to mention the freckles on his nose and that tongue.
“This—fuck—it’s ridiculous,” you complained, the frustration in your words as tattered by the moans that escaped you as his smirk had been. “H-how are you, fuck, this attractive?”
The brown eyes opened, meeting yours. “Keep talking.”
“Nnfuck.” You strained against his hands as took him in. “A-aren’t you d-done yet?”
“No.” It was firm. His thumb moved faster. “Talk.”
“Too good for the d-damn Avengers,” you gasped out, as your toes curled. “Way too good!”
“Yeah?” His voice was ragged all of a sudden.
“Seriously,” you moaned, “you’re all like this- and- god- th-they’ve got sticks- up their-!”
Peter’s thrusting was growing uneven, and you weren’t going to last much longer either. His fingers flexed around your wrists, reminding you of all that power coiled under his touch, capable of pinning you down, of hurting you, but you knew he never would.
His teeth flashed in a grin. “C’mon. Cum.”
You obeyed, tipping over that edge and clamping down on him for the second time this evening as he fucked you through your fourth orgasm. Thumbing at your clit, he was shaking, but he didn’t stop, not until you were groaning from the sudden sensation of too much. Then his hips were sliding away from yours, and the hand on your wrists gripped his cock and stroked rapidly. Twitching, he spilled onto your stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed, slumping onto his knees.
You were still panting from your own orgasm, the strings of his cum hot and wet on your belly as you lay back. Arms still above your head, your eyes closed, and you let your legs relax, swinging wide open against the floor below you. After a moment, Peter fell to his side next to you, raking his nails through his chestnut curls. Slowly, the sweat began to cool on your skin, and you shivered.
“Let me.”
Peter moved around to your right, and a few moments later, you felt a cloth wiping the mess from your skin. You rubbed your eyes, exhaling heavily.
“That was good,” you murmured.
“Good?” he repeated. “Fuck, I’m losing my edge.”
The cloth left your belly. you rolled over, looking at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll stroke your ego. That was perfect. I needed that.” Your brow arched. “Better?”
Peter grinned. “Absolutely. I enjoyed myself too, in case you were wondering.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Your ego.”
“Almost as big as my dick.” Peter reached for his clothes. “You wanna dress, or sleep naked?”
“Naked,” You replied, pushing yours above your head. “We can just snuggle up.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Peter pulled the blankets back, and shuffled closer to you, rolling you into his arms and tucking you beneath the covers. You curled into the warmth, relaxing.
“Next time you feel the urge, you’re welcome to ask for it whenever,” Peter murmured in your ear.
hi! could you repost the blurb about the reader climbing into peter's lap while he's playing video games? thank you!
“no, no, no, no, no--what are you doing ned? you're supposed to hide--” peter yells into his headset. he is frustrated, you know that but the harsh voice pierces into your ears, the pounding headache only growing as you climb out of bed.
the door is ajar, and you catch a glimpse of him, eyes never leaving the screen as he mutters a string of profanities into his head set at his team mates.
you rub the sleep out of your eyes, stepping into the living room, grateful that his voice woke you up before it could get any worse....
“no...no! that's not what you're supposed to. harry!” he handles the controler roughly, “dude, c'mon--” you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he stops.
his head jerks up to look at you, harsh words at the tip of his tongue until he sees your innocent face, and the anger dissipates in a matter of seconds.
“y/n,” he says your name, a delicate whisper. in stark contrast to his harsh tone he used for his friends. he reads your expression and his brows furrow at how red and puffy your eyes are.
he turns away from the screen, the headset now hanging around his neck ignoring the yells from his friends to focus on the game.
and he reaches out a hand for you, you lean in, letting him press his palm to your warm cheek. “what's wrong?” he asks, with worry in his eyes.
“bad dream,” you say, crawling into his lap before he can get another word out, before he can question you.
you rest your head against his chest, your cheek pressed to the soft material of his sweater. his hands come down to rub your back as you nuzzle against his collarbone. “jus' wanna be close to you.”
“hey,” he pats your head affectionately, “do you want to talk about it--shut it, ned, I'm not talking to you!” he says aggressively into the headset before switching back to the sweet tone he has reserved for you, “y/n?” he kisses your hairline, “want me to come to bed with you? will that make you feel better?”
“no,” you snuggle further into his chest, and angle your neck up to press a reassuring kiss on his lips. “you can play.”
“are you sure, sweetheart--? no, no! harry, no I'm not getting head--we can go to bed, baby, you look exhausted.” he coos, but you grab the controller, and hand it to him.
he acquiesces, and you watch the rosy hues dust the apples of his cheeks, harry's words registering in his mind at last. but you spare him the embarrassment and decide not to bring it up.
instead you kiss his cheek with a shy giggle, “love you, pete.”
he grins down at you, “love you so,” he says as he presses consecutive kisses on your cheek, “so, so, so much more--no harry. I'm not declaring my love for you--”
where Eddie fights Jason when he lies about you two and you have to clean him up after.
warnings: cursing, physical fights, sexual tension maybe?? kissing and some mentions of blood.
You were a cheerleader in Hawking’s High, you had a lot of friends, which sometimes ended up in a problem you were obviously friends with the other cheerleaders which meant that you ended up being friends with the basketball team too. But before you became a cheerleader you had other friends, and inside that friend group was Eddie Munson, you had met in kindergarten and became friends.
Your friendship now wasn’t the same as it was before though, you didn’t hang out like you use to. With Eddie’s Hellfire Club, doing campaigns and with your practises of the cheerleading squad and school, you didn’t see each other often, only if you had the same class.
This brought you problems because your two friend groups were completely different and ―if I may add― they hated each other, especially Jason and Eddie.
An example of this happened today, at lunch break…
Eddie was sitting at his usual table with the rest of the hellfire club when the basketball team entered the room.
“Hey, Munson!” Jason yelled at him, Eddie looked around him playfully and pointed at himself acting as he didn’t believe Jason was referring to him, “yes, I’m talking to you freak!”
“To what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you? If I may ask” he asked sarcastically, lunch just got fun, he thought to himself.
“I heard you were offering that shit you sell to some of the boys in my team and the cheerleaders, and I want you to stop even talking to them, just in case you want them to join your satanic club” Jason responded to him. At this point everyone inside the dining room was listening carefully to the scene.
“Sorry, we don’t allow people who enjoy tossing balls into laundry baskets in the club” Eddie said while climbing on top of the table, walked to the other end of it and jumped down to be in front of Jason.
“As if we want to play your demoniac game” Jason said proudly.
“Your mommy doesn’t let you play? Don’t be ashamed, just tell me” Eddie responded giving him a pitiful look.
“Don’t act smart, freak, as if this wasn’t your third time trying to pass the same fucking class” Jason was getting angry and it showed, this only made Eddie smirk harder.
“I didn’t try to sell your friends anything, they came to me asking for the prices and I just told them” Eddie changed the subject responding to the first question.
“My friends wouldn’t consume that shit you take, don’t try to blame it on them” he seemed offended by his response, he walked closer to Eddie, he really was getting angry.
“Sure, whatever lets you sleep at night, blondie” Eddie mocked him.
“The only I’d believe that she was really asking you would be Y/n, but that’s because you’ve already possessed her with your satanic tactics, didn’t you freak?”
“You have an amazing imagination Jason, you’d be great at D&D. You’d have to play by yourself though because I’d rather kill myself than to have anything to do with you. Are we done here?”
“I’m not imagining anything, I think you’ve possessed Y/n and now use her as you wish, don’t you? Because that’s the only explanation of why she even looks at you, isn’t it?”
Jason was just messing with him at this point, he didn’t believe that but it seemed to have had an effect on Eddie, who had gotten red and clenched his fists by the mentioning of Y/n in their conversation.
“Get lost Jason” Eddie was visibly angry at this point, everyone watching carefully so they didn’t miss anything.
“Oh, did that hurt you freak? Does it hurt to see Y/n sitting with us every day?”
“Shut the fuck up”
“What if I told you I’ve already fucked her?”
“That’s it—“ Eddie punched Jason on the face.
Everyone in the room got up and started to yell, some encouraging Eddie, some encouraging Jason, and others just watching what happened next.
Some of the boys in the basketball team went straight to Eddie but Jason stopped them, he wanted to be the one to punch back.
And so he did.
Some of the boys in the hellfire club started to try and fight the basketball team while Eddie and Jason kept on fighting.
The cheerleaders had just finished practise and they went running to the cafeteria to get some food as they were all starving. But as they walked there, they heard the yelling that was coming from there.
When they walked in, they saw that there was a circle of people in the middle of the room, all watching something and yelling at it.
When you approach there to see what happened, everyone in the circle let you in with no problem, watching you reaction as if you were a show.
“What the fuck is happening here?! Hey! Stop it!” you yelled at Eddie and Jason.
Eddie gave you a surprised look as he stopped the punches to Jason. He looked at you as if he had just got caught –in a way, he did.
“Oh look, your little crush is finally here!” Jason laughed at Eddie, “Why don’t you ask her about the fun we had together the other night?”
You frowned at Jason’s comment.
“I told you to shut the fuck up!” Eddie looked at Jason again and they began to fight all over again.
Apparently, someone had gone to one of the teachers and told her what was happening in the cafeteria, because just as they started to fight again, she stepped in and stopped them.
Now, you and Chrissy were waiting outside the director’s office where Jason and Eddie were.
After half an hour, they finally got out.
“Hi” Eddie greeted you with a smile as if nothing happened while Chrissy talked to Jason a few feet away from them.
“Yeah, hi” you said angrily “can you please- just tell me what the hell happened”
“Munson! Carver!” the director came out of his office with two boxes in his hands “Here’s two first-aid kits, go clean yourselves! And think about what I told you!”
You followed Eddie to the bathroom in the first floor while Jason and Chrissy went to the bathroom on another floor, the two boys gave bad looks at each other as they walked away.
Once in the bathroom, Eddie sat on the counter and you opened the kit to clean his wounds, you seemed pissed off.
“Are you angry at me?” He asked carefully.
“I still don’t know what happened” you stood in between his legs and moved his hair out of his face to start cleaning him up.
“He came up to me while I was eating and started blaming me for selling weed to his friends” he started but stopped when the cotton with something that burns came in touch with his forehead and he cringed.
“Don’t move” you told him.
“Sorry, well, I don’t know, he started insulting me, calling me dumb and a freak, and I insulted back when he started to talk about you”
He stopped again and you looked at him.
“What did he say?” you asked and changed to another cotton.
“He said something about how I must have possessed you because that’s the only way you’d even talk to me”
You rolled your eyes and frowned “He’s so stupid”
Eddie kept quiet for a few seconds and then he continued.
“He also said something about you two”
You stopped.
“What?”
“Something about how you two had fucked before” he talked with no emotion in his face or in his voice.
“What?!” you asked again “You- that’s not true”
“Isn’t it?” he sounded as if he didn’t believe you.
“Of course not! He keeps flirting with me and tries to make a move but I always cut him off” you cringed, “I’d never be with someone like him, plus, Chrissy has such a crush on him, they’ve hooked up before but he doesn’t want anything serious, Lily says It’s because he’s trying to fuck a few more cheerleaders before settling down, I’m starting to believe her really”
Eddie laughed and you kept cleaning his face.
“You still didn’t tell me why you were fighting though” you reminded him.
“Well- I- it just pissed me off listening to him talk about you –about us like that” he admitted.
“Oh, have you possessed me? Sir monster?” you joked.
“Maybe I did” he said as he pulled you closer by your waist. You stopped cleaning him as you looked at him expectantly.
“Why do you stop?” he whispered, you were so close to each other that you heard him just fine, “I’m injured, I need assistance”
“And who’s fault is that?” you asked as you began to rub the cotton on his cheek where he had some blood.
“Yeah I know, I know” he kept whispering, you didn’t know how to feel about that, it made it all so intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t like, that was the problem, you liked it a little too much. “But I think it was kind of worth it if now I have a pretty nurse taking care of me”
You laughed, you didn’t know how to respond to his flirty comments, and those happened pretty often.
You started to clean a wound on his bottom lip and he hissed.
“Oh sorry, did that hurt?” you played dumb as you blow some air on his lip, only to stop the burning, right?
Your lips were so close to each other.
Eddie looked at your lips as you looked at his.
“Better?” you asked, not moving away, not even thinking of moving away.
“Try again” he whispered. And you did, even closer this time, your lips were slightly touching. And he kissed you.
Not even caring about the wound on his lip, he kissed you not even caring about anything else than you.
You put your hands on his neck and on his hair, oh my god his hair.
You kept kissing for a while until you broke apart.
“Ouch” he just said, you laughed, still in the same position, your hands in his hair and him holding you by your waist.
“Oh shit, It’s bleeding again” you started to clean his lip again and he smirked.
After you cleaned all the wounds on his face you realised that you still had to go to class, and he did too. He tried to make you skip it but you had already missed an hour of it and you really cared about that subject.
“Alright fine, you can go” he said giving up, “but I’ll come and find you so I can keep possessing you or some of that shit after school”
“Oh no, the big bad monster won’t leave me alone!”
You started to grab your things so you could go and he spoke up again.
“Hey um- thank you for, you know, everything”
You shook your head slowly with a little smile.
“No really, you’re amazing, you know that. Right?”
“Thank you for defending me, I guess”
“Any time gorgeous” he walked away after kissing your cheek.
summary: over the course of your friendship, eddie never noticed that you didn’t swear. he took it upon himself to find a way to change that. it was pure chance that you were also screaming his name in the process. [4.7k+ words]
a/n: oh. my. goodness.this is the first full-blown fic that i’ve written in a while and my first ever published smut. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written & the longest. as always, i hope you enjoy and I encourage you to interact with this. i’d really appreciate it. *also, i know hellraiser comes out in 1987… just pretend it didn’t for my sake <3
“Ouch! Motherlover!” You exclaimed out of the blue, breaking the silence in the room. You shook your left hand vigorously, hoping to alleviate the pain that struck your pointer finger.
After examining the injury, you gazed up at Eddie sitting on his throne. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. He looked slightly concerned, hearing you cry out in pain had startled him but on the other hand, it seemed as if he could burst out laughing at any second.
“Papercut.” You explained, holding up your finger so that he could see.
A smirk appeared on his face, “I figured. Looks gnarly.” Eddie’s tone was laced with sarcasm.
The two of you were currently in the drama room at Hawkins High School. Hellfire had just been slaughtered by the Cult of Vecna and was in need of a new campaign. Everyone in the club was itching to prove to not only themselves but Eddie that they were capable of outsmarting him and beating his new labyrinth of a campaign.
You weren’t Dungeon Master but, you were his best friend and a big help when it came to brainstorming. Eddie often found that whenever the two of you were riffing off of the top of each other's heads, he came up with the best ideas. So, it wasn’t unusual that you’d stay late after school to help him.
“What?” His sarcastic response didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Nothing.” He shrugged, still smirking. Eddie peaked at you from behind his hair to see that you weren’t buying it.
You poked his arm in the same spot where his bat tattoo was permanently etched into his skin, “C’mon. What?”
If Eddie knew you half as well as he thought he did, he should’ve guessed that you would probe, “It’s just-” He paused and chuckled to himself, “Motherlover? Really Y/N.”
“What? I always say that!”
“Yeah, exactly. You always say “motherlover” He air quoted, “I mean, what’s wrong with just saying motherfucker and moving on?”
“Nothing’s wrong with swearing. It’s just not my thing.” You shrugged as you continued to scribble away in your notebook.
Even when the two of you were harebrained freshmen, ripe for the picking, Eddie can’t recall hearing you curse. He just assumed that it was because your innocence was still lively & intact.
But as time went on and your age increased, you would stay out past your curfew, unbeknownst to your parents. Or you would indulge in smoking with Eddie at his trailer. So, it wasn’t like you were some goodie-two-shoes who got on her knees every Sunday to pray and repent for her sins.
Eddie reached across the table and closed the book you were writing in. Then, he proceeded to gently snatch it away from you and slide it across the empty table. The two of you watched as it slid off the edge and smacked the floor.
“I was using that.” It would be a lie if you said you were surprised that he’d do something like that but, that’s just who Eddie is. A man that goes to great lengths to get your undivided attention.
“I call bullshit,” Eddie began, adjusting his position in his throne so that one of his legs was thrown haphazardly across the wooden arm, “Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, rash stunts that we’ve pulled over the course of our friendship… you draw the line at swearing?”
“I mean, Henderson curses more than you and he’s like… twelve.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s fourteen,” You corrected.
“Don’t try and change the subject, princess.” Eddie deadpanned, not breaking eye contact.
Your mind flashed away from your current conversation to a dream that you had maybe three nights ago.
Eddie’s face was burrowed between your thighs, licking up your cunt before stopping at your clit and swirling his tongue, the way that drove you crazy.
Despite everything, despite your legs wrapped around his shoulders, despite his hair covering the top half of his face, he never broke eye contact with you. Not even for a second.
“You like that, princess?” He asked you before continuing to lap at your pussy.
You were instantly transported back to where you sat. In a room with Eddie. Not in his trailer sprawled out on his bed, “What have I told you about calling me Princess?” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.
He swatted it away as quickly as you lifted it, “How ‘bout this. I’ll stop when you tell me to shut the fuck up.”
You protested, “No, I’m not doing that!”
“How about shut the hell up. That’s better, right?” Eddie continued, refusing to let up.
Despite his best efforts, you still stood your ground, “Gosh, no, Eddie!”
“Alright,” He paused. You could tell by how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he mindlessly twirled his rings that he was thinking and hadn’t given up yet.
“Telling me to stick it where the sun shines?” He proposed, “It’s a step in the right direction, huh?” Eddie smiled.
At this, you didn’t even try and protest. You just shook your head and rose from your chair, walking to the end of the table and retrieving the notebook that Eddie had so kindly flung across the room.
Returning to your seat, you opened the page you’d been working on and finished your thoughts.
A few seconds passed before Eddie realized that you were intentionally ignoring him. He scoffed, “Jesus H Christ. You’re hopeless, princess.”
You swallowed, trying so hard not to go back to the deep crevices of your mind that thought of Eddie that way. He’s your best friend. Get yourself together. You told yourself.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there one day.”
He used this nickname so often that it could’ve doubled as your name. But today, you couldn’t stand to have him call you anything other than Y/N. You had to change the subject or else you’d be clenching your thighs the entire drive home.
“Hey!” You whacked his hand closest to you.
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe we could’ve had the new beast for this month's campaign if you weren’t such an asshole?” Another whack, this time on his kneecap.
“One day.” He reiterated before scribbling something on a scratch sheet of paper, completely ignorant to the pool of desire he caused to form in your underwear just by simply calling you a name.
˚ · •. ° .
The entire room erupted in whoops and hollers as Frank Cotton’s dismembered body panned into the frame. Jeff stood on the edge of his loveseat while Gareth clapped at the television screen. Eddie on the other hand remained silent, focusing on the movie.
Occasionally, members of Hellfire gathered at Jeff’s house to watch a horror movie. Today, it was decided that you’d be watching Hellraiser.
This was a very different pick from your run-of-the-mill Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the 13th. Hellraiser breached a new level of gore and Eddie was forced to step in as dungeon master and forbid the younger members of Hellfire to participate in this particular flick.
“I don’t want to be responsible for replacing your bedsheets.” He’d said when talking to Dustin, which resulted in Eddie being told off with some expletives.
Although he didn’t tell you, Eddie considered asking if you wanted to sit this one out. He remembers how nervous you looked when people started getting slaughtered left and right by Jason Voorhees. From how Gareth described it, Hellraiser made all the other movies you’d watched seem like a walk in the park.
Now, you sat next to him, squirming slightly in your seat on Jeff’s couch. Eddie turned his head to glance at you, expecting to see you looking away from the carnage on screen but, he was mistaken.
You didn’t peel away from the bloodshed. Not even for a second. He should’ve known that you’d do this. Be stubborn and stare the violence down, even if all you wanted to do was shield your eyes.
Eddie thought of a way to add fuel to the fire.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. As expected, you didn’t even bat an eyelash. This was something that Eddie did so often during these movies that it became second nature.
He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his arm before he inched in closer to your ear and whispered, “Are you creeped out?” Despite his devious intentions, it was a genuine question.
If Eddie got even a sense that this was starting to get too much for you, he would’ve whisked you out of there.
“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, still keeping your eyes glued to the screen.
Eddie pressed on, “Are you sure? I can tell them to turn it off… princess.” He added at the last second.
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
Suddenly, you became hyperaware of everything. The way Eddie’s arm was draped across your shoulder, the weight of his chest as it pressed against you, his thigh glued to yours, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke… everything.
If this movie wasn’t going to be the death of you, he sure was.
Despite everything your body was urging you to do, you didn’t give in. You just kept a neutral look on your face and paid him no attention.
“Oh, don’t be that way,” He urged, “You’re not gonna tell me to fuck off, princess?” There was an edge to his voice.
It was no surprise that you felt wetness begin to pool in your underwear for the second time this week. Lord. If only he was aware of the things he did to me, maybe he wouldn’t do them at all.
“C’mon, Y/N. Just say one bad word, for me?” He begged. When he said this, the typical playfulness in his voice was gone, nowhere to be found.
You tore your eyes from the television, but when you looked at Eddie’s face only to see that signature Cheshire cat grin upon his face, you knew you fell for it.
All Eddie wanted was for you to give in. It wasn’t the thing he’d longed for you to do the most but, it was still something. A step in the right direction, he’d said earlier this week.
He was itching to say it again now. Instead, he opted for, “Progress, Princess. I’ll crack you soon enough.”
Just like that, Eddie turned his attention back to the movie. He left his arm draped around you but other than that, there was no indication that he’d ever interacted with you.
You gaped at him for a moment. How could he just-? Why would he-? Is he just gonna do something like that, right here, right now, and pretend like he doesn’t know the effect he has on me? You thought.
“Y/N!” A voice ripped you from your thoughts.
Gareth looked on edge, “Are you even watching? This movie cost like $15 to rent at Family Video. The least you could do is pretend you’re interested.” He scolded.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to stand on Jeff’s coffee table and yell what Eddie just did, how he riled you up only to leave you high and dry.
But what good would that do? Admitting that your best friend made you wet just by whispering in your ear?
It would just result in teasing from Jeff and Gareth– maybe even Eddie himself. You could hear him now, “Sweetheart, if I make you that hot and bothered all you have to do is use your words like a big girl, ‘kay?”
You bit your tongue, opting for the rational option. To keep watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened.
˚ · • . ° .
Three days later, you found yourself experiencing merciless teasing at the hands of Eddie Munson again. Well– not exactly. At least not yet but, you could feel it coming.
Even with your inhibitions low, even with a blunt laced through your fingers… you just knew.
You were currently sitting in Eddie’s bed, sharing a blunt and talking about nothing in particular while he tuned his guitar. Right now, your eyes were closed, listening to him pluck away.
You felt his bed even out and you opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows, trying to see where the man was going.
He grabbed a pick that was on his desk. Your head fell back against his pillow when you realized he wasn’t going far.
As the bed dipped down, you heard a bang against the wall followed by, “Shit!” Eddie cursed.
This time, you sat all the way up, seeing Eddie grab his elbow, “I hit my funny bone.” He explained, taking another second to breathe before extending his arm in your direction, signaling for you to pass the joint.
“I think that’s enough guitar for me today.” He joked, before taking a long, deep, inhale to let the smoke enter his lungs before exhaling it all out.
“You should take a page outta my book and try not to curse.” You said, resting your head against the wall for support.
Eddie looked at you, taking another drag, “And why would I do that when it’s just so…” He searched for the right word, “Fun? Liberating?” He couldn’t decide.
“How about neither?” You challenged.
You had no idea why you started to antagonize your best friend. Maybe you just wanted to get the teasing out of the way since it’s been a little while since the last time he tried to get you to swear.
Or, maybe you were hoping it lead to somewhere else.
“You think you’re better than me, huh?” Eddie smirked, “You’ve got some superiority kink or something.”
You decided to throw him a bone, “I do have the urge to curse sometimes.”
“Oh yeah? And when is that?” He asked, interest piqued.
“When I get hurt. Like the other day in the drama room. I don’t think you realize how close I was to actually saying it.”
You extended your arm and pried the blunt from Eddie’s lips, “And stop hogging this.”
“So, you don’t wanna swear like a sailor any other time?” He inquired, not even phased that you stole his joint away from him.
Eddie decided that you could keep that one since it was almost gone anyway. He reached for his tin “lunchbox” and grabbed another pre-rolled blunt. He’d probably pinch himself later, knowing that it was supposed to be for a customer but, right now, he didn’t care.
“Not even when you’re touching yourself?” Eddie asked so nonchalantly as he fumbled with his lighter. He said it as casually as you’d ask about the weather or if someone was enjoying their meal.
If you knew he would have dropped a bombshell like that, you never would have brought it up in the first place.
“W-what?” You managed to sputter out, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”
He sighed, “Don’t tell me I struck a nerve, princess?” There he goes. With that nickname again.
Oh, you struck a nerve, alright.
“We never talk about stuff like this is all.” Your brain didn’t even know what to make out of this interaction.
“There’s no time like the present, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, staring you down, “So, what’s the answer?”
You thought about the different ways to reply. You could continue to hold out, refusing to entertain Eddie’s ideas. Or you could give in and end this cycle of desire and damp panties.
Eddie obviously got tired of waiting for you to respond and decided to throw another question into the mix, “What about when someone else touches you?”
And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.
“No.” You answered definitively.
I don’t want someone else. I want you. You thought but didn’t dare say.
“Hmm.” Eddie nodded his head at this newfound information and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding in.
Thank God the 3rd degree was finally ove-
“So when Harrington went to town,” He started, “You weren’t itching to say anything?”
You had a brief (and I mean brief) romantic history with Steve Harrington.
During your junior year, the two of you went on one date together to the drive-in movie theater just outside of Hawkins. It was a nice experience but, you found yourself longing to be watching a different movie with Hellfire– well, Eddie.
You mentioned hanging out with Steve to Eddie once. You were shocked that he remembered it but what shocked you even more was that he assumed Steve “went to town.”
“Considering we never even got that far, no.” You admitted, thankful to put that rumor to rest, whether he’d conjured it up in his head or heard it roaming the halls.
But of course, knowing Eddie, he just had to be thorough. He asked again, just to clarify, “So Harrington never…?”
“Nope.”
Eddie took a beat, mentally taking notes. Good.
Another question popped into his mind and with him already on his second blunt of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Has anyone ever?”
“No.”
He hummed, then took another slow drag of his blunt, making you wait in anticipation for what he was going to say next, “If it makes you feel any better, no guy at school knows anything worth a damn.”
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that passed your lips. “Right. And you do?” If Eddie could tease you, you could tease him right back.
Eddie had taken home his fair share of people after shows at The Hideout, mostly people just itching to say they’ve slept with someone in a band. He was surprised that hearing you doubt his abilities in bed stung him so much.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” He stopped, then added under his breath, “I bet I could have you screaming.”
You heard him, heard what he said… what he was alluding to. Your breath caught in your throat and you forced yourself to swallow it down. Get ahold of yourself. He’s only teasing.
Eddie didn’t intend for you to hear what he said but, would it be such a bad thing that you did?
He can’t recall the last time he looked at you as strictly his best friend. The two of you crossed borders that a typical duo wouldn’t: sleeping in each other’s beds, holding hands when a movie got a bit too scary, Eddie kissing your forehead before he left your house.
And that was just the surface level. God only knows how much the two of you had practically seeped into each other’s skin after your years of friendship.
With everything going on right now, Eddie’s inhibitions lowered, the feeling of his cock tightening in his jeans at the prospect of you two finally crossing that godforsaken line… he couldn’t stop himself.
“C’mon, princess. Don’t try and act all high and mighty now like you haven’t thought of me that way.” He started, fully expecting you to smack him on the side of the head but, you didn’t.
Eddie kept going, “Like you haven’t thought about me with my head between those pretty thighs.”
“I haven’t.” You gulped, your hand traveled up your arm and stopped at your elbow.
After knowing each other for years, it was obvious that you’d pick up on one another’s habits. Certain words that you’d coin, your favorite items of clothing… when you were lying.
The number of times you’d call your parents from Eddie’s house, claiming that the two of you were studying when in actuality you weren’t. He noticed the way you scratched your elbow while lying through your teeth.
Just like you were right now.
“Mosquito bite?” He asked, pointing out your nervous tick, “Or did you hit your funny bone too?” He smirked.
“E-Eddie,” You stuttered, “Trying to seduce me isn’t gonna get me to say a bad word.” You chuckled nervously.
“Really?” He said, unconvinced, “When have you, Y/N Y/L/N, ever backed down from a challenge?”
Suddenly, you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. For the second time in the past week, you could feel his body heat radiating from his chest.
“Y/N…” He continued in a sing-song tone, “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at my hands while I played my guitar.”
“Were you thinking about these fingers fucking your pussy?” Eddie held up his ring-clad fingers and whispered in your ear.
“God, Eddie,” You exhaled, “Are you really taking this that far?”
This was your final attempt. It was the last time you were going to resist what your body was screaming at you to do… Let Eddie take you right here, right now, on his bed.
“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to let it go and I will. Promise.” He extended his pinky finger.
You didn’t take it.
“So, is that a yes?” Eddie asked, scanning your body for any indication that you didn’t want this. That was the last thing he wanted to do, make you uncomfortable.
But with the way your chest heaved up and your thighs were pressed together, he knew.
“Mhm.” You nodded.
Eddie tutted, “Uh-uh, Sweetheart. Use your words.”
This was it. You knew once you uttered these words, your friendship with Eddie would be changed forever. It would breach uncharted territory. The thought of that should have terrified you but, it didn’t. You longed for this.
And right now, wanting his calloused fingers inside of you trumped any hesitation that could’ve formed.
“Yes.”
Smirking, Eddie moved from his seated position and climbed to the edge of the bed. He pulled your ankles with enough force so that you were lying down.
Crawling back up, Eddie hovered over you, his hair falling in your face while his hands started to unbutton your jeans, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this, Y/N/N.”
Eddie took his sweet time. He slowly tugged down your zipper and began to peel your pants off of your body. Your hips bucked up so that he could get them past your ass and down to your ankles. He gave them a final pull before they fell onto the floor.
He returned to his position above you. Eddie maintained intense eye contact with you before cupping your clothed pussy.
“You’re so warm, Sweetheart. I bet you’re wet too, hmm?” He used his pointer finger to push your panties to the side, lightly grazing your clit in the process.
He was right. Arousal practically dripped from your pussy and right onto his bedsheets, “Fuck,” He sighed, “Is this all for me?”
“Y-yeah. All for you, Eds.” Your voice was breathy as you tried not to moan in anticipation.
He hummed approvingly before taking his hand away, letting your underwear fall right back into place.
Suddenly, his attention fell onto your neck. Eddie left a trail of kisses starting at your collar bone and kissed up to your earlobe, “Take them off for me, Princess.” He demanded.
You didn’t waste any time, using both hands to slide out of your panties. Before you could toss them aside, Eddie grabbed them from you and shoved them into his pocket, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll give them back later.”
You felt his fingers brush the inside of your thigh, inches away from where you wanted him the most. You waited a few more seconds, trying to gauge his next move.
When his fingers kept dancing in between your thighs, you whined, “Eddie, if you’re not going to do anything-” Oh.
You felt as 3 of Eddie’s fingers slipped into your pussy. You could feel the ice-cold rings that littered his fingers brush against your inner thigh as he continued working, curling his fingers.
Eddie began to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your chest rise and fall. Lewd sounds and whimpers slipped past your lips when he brought his thumb to your clit and began to flick the bundle of nerves.
His cock strained against his jeans hearing you whine from underneath him, “Cat got your tongue, Princess? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming pretty soon.” He smirked.
Eddie increased his pace, which had your moans getting louder and louder each time his thumb circled your bud. Your eyes were snapped shut and your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping his bedsheets.
You felt heat begin to rise in the pit of your stomach, “I’m so close, Eds. Keep going.” You begged him.
His fingers didn’t let up as he began to slowly inch down the length of your body. Eddie used his free hand to spread your legs wider before positioning himself between them.
“You’re close, angel? Do you want to cum?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You moaned, arching your back.
“Say it.” You could feel Eddie’s breath fan across your clit.
Even in the heat of the moment, with Eddie’s fingers so furiously pounding your cunt to death, he still didn’t give up.
“Eddie. Please, just, please.” You groaned.
His fingers began to slow down. The coil that was building in your stomach began to fade away as he started to remove his fingers from your pussy.
“What are you doing?” You whimpered at the loss of contact and peered down at where Eddie was perched.
“Say it and I’ll keep going.”
Jesus. Is he really going to pull something like this? Right now out of all moments?!
Eddie could see the cogs churning in your head. He decided to make things even harder for you by placing a ginger kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan.
He’s officially won.
“Fuck! Just…” You stuttered, “Just fucking let me finish, please!” You pleaded, finally giving in after almost 2 weeks of being stubborn.
“Good girl.” He praised before hiking both of your legs up in the air and throwing them behind his shoulders.
He wasted no time, getting immediately back to work by showing your clit the most love and attention. Eddie licked a stripe up your cunt causing you to gasp.
You could feel waves of heat build-up again, followed by the coil threatening to snap as he continued to lap at your pussy.
Eddie glanced up and saw the way you were clutching his sheets for dear life. He peeled your left hand away and guided it to the back of his head. You then added your right hand into his locks without assistance, “Shit! Eddie, I’m almost there.”
You felt your orgasm approach as you began to clench around nothing and grind onto his face. The hands that were intertwined in his hair tugged on it, causing his face to angle slightly upward towards you.
As flashes of light began to cloud your vision, signaling to yourself that you finally reached your high and came all over Eddie’s sheets, you felt the bed begin to shake.
Shit, was my orgasm that powerful? You thought, highly confused.
You felt Eddie’s movements come to a stop. His head was still laid between your thighs, your fingers were still laced through his mane, pulling on it.
Holy. Shit.
You were frozen in your spot when you realized what was really happening. It wasn’t your orgasm that was so intense that caused the bed to shake, it was Eddie. Humping it. It really shouldn’t have gotten you as riled up as it did.
“Fuck, Princess. You’ve got me going feral.” He grunted, continuing to pound his mattress into oblivion.
You didn’t remove your hands from his hair as he continued to fuck his mattress. You watched, dumbfounded, and highly turned on because of this.
For almost two weeks, Eddie had been teasing you nonstop. Constantly doing things to intentionally get you turned on. You decided that it was your turn to add fuel to the fire, “Good boy.”
“Jesus. Fuck. God, I wish this mattress was you right now.” His head fell on your thigh and kissed it.
“Shit!” He swore once more, before letting out a grunt, letting you know that he had finished.
The aggressive movements came to an abrupt stop and he stood up and climbed fully into bed. He brushed away the hair that was matted to your forehead with sweat.
“That was….” Eddie sighed, flopping his head next to yours.
“Fun? Liberating?” You quoted him from earlier that night.
He scoffed, “It was, wasn’t it?”
“Fuck yeah.” You said, loud and proudly.
A grin slowly appeared on Eddie’s face. You swore, without even being provoked, “That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of your forehead.
summary | Hawkins High’s resident freak convinces the librarian aide to help him finish his book report, but that might not be all she could help him with…
warnings | f!reader, size difference, flirting, mutual pining, absolutely no mention of what the duffers did
word count | 2.2k
notes | im a basic bitch what can I say? a boy has nice eyes and good hands so now I'm whipped ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The library was finally starting to clear out, the frantic eyes and overstuffed backpacks trimming out of the herd one by one as everyone started making their way home. Midterms were always busy, but finals were hell. Your fingertips started to ache from peeling stickers and logging new books into the handwritten system you’d finally started to understand. There were still a few stragglers; freshmen waiting on their rides, a couple of sophomores apparently trying to write wedding vows inside their partner’s mouths. It was so very close to empty and as soon as it was, you were free like everybody else.
You tried not to stare and foam at the mouth as the last kid slipped out the wide, swinging doors. Once his bouncing backpack was out of sight, you jumped to your feet and searched for the keys. Just as you found them and held them tight in your palm, the low squeal of the doors sent your excitement out the metaphorical window. You looked up wearily and the last little bit of your patience was ground into fine powder as that mess of brown hair and stupidly large matching eyes sauntered in.
“Did the bell ring already, Peach?” he asked, his voice almost echoing through the silent and empty library. You huffed out a short breath and closed your eyes.
“For the last time, Mr. Munson, please don’t call me that. And yes, the bell rang twenty glorious minutes ago and I would like to go home,” you said, messily gathering your things from your spot behind the counter. Eddie let out an amused snort, tossing his head back slightly.
“I’ll stop calling you ‘peach’ when you start calling me Eddie. It’s not my fault you just couldn’t get enough of me,” he said, his smile wide across his face.
“I always knew I’d come back to work here, it’s your fault you can’t seem to pass a single english class in all four years of high school,” you shot back, making his smile drop slightly. He sighed and let his backpack fall off his shoulder as he stepped his way up to the counter.
“That’s why I’m here, okay? It’s the last project of the year and I’ve been doing fine but the fucking story about the guy and the wolf or whatever is kicking my ass. You’re the only one I know who might possibly be both smart enough and willing to help,” Eddie said, his eyes somber as he looked down at you in your seat. You hated his eyes. Those big, dumb, magic doe eyes could convince anybody of anything. Including you.
“Who said I was willing?” you smirked, raising your eyebrows up at him. He stuck his tongue in the side of his cheek and let out a huff through his nose before stepping around the counter to where you sat. You turned in your rolling chair to meet him and watch as he knelt down on one knee with his hands clasped together in front of him.
“I am begging you, oh peachy one, please have mercy on a weary idiot like me and help me with my english project so I can finally graduate,” he said, filling his voice with drama and empty formality. You hummed quietly to yourself as you thought it over in your head. After a few beats of silence he looked back up at you, his brown puppy-dog eyes boring into yours. “Please.”
“Oh alright. But only because you begged,” you smiled, nudging his knee with your foot so you could stand up. He grunted and held a fist in his victory, bouncing back onto his feet with a clap of his hands. “What’s the book again?”
Eddie squinted in thought and pushed his lips out, humming for a moment before speaking, “Big Wolf? Bay of Wolves? I don’t know, something like that.”
You let out a loud snort and tossed your head back with a laugh, causing the boy to look down at you with a pointed frown.
“Beowulf?” you asked, still smiling with a chuckle. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned on his heels.
“That’s what I said, Peach,” he said, scooping his bag back onto his shoulder lazily. You let out another loud laugh and pulled your own bag into your arms.
“You realize it has absolutely nothing to do with wolves right? I don’t think there’s a wolf in the entire book,” you asked, following him out the doors. His hand made a loud smack sound as he pushed the door open, the metal of his rings connecting with the thick wood. You looked at him curiously, waiting for him to answer your question, as you stepped past him. He frowned back at you and let the door shut behind him, standing patiently as you went to lock it.
“Then what’s it even about?” he said, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
“A warrior named Beowulf,” you answered, looking up at him over your shoulder. His eyebrows raised and he nodded in pleasant surprise.
“Kickass name. I can respect that.”
“I’m sure the author would be overjoyed to know that the great Eddie Munson, three time senior of Hawkins High, approves of the name,” you said, tossing your hands up dramatically as you spoke his name. You looked up at him with a proud smile and watched as he rolled his eyes, unamused. “That’s gotta be a record right? Spending a whole six years in highschool?”
“Record stands at seven years. Some guy got held back for 10th twice then another two for his senior year. As long as I can pass this one, I’ll be just as good as the rest of you,” Eddie said, his voice failing to hide the dripping desparation in the back of his throat. He cleared it quickly, turning back to you with a weak smile. “Can’t always be the freak, right?”
You nodded slowly, looking back down at your feet. You never liked that label on Eddie. He was a lot of things, but freakish was a stretch. Van Halen, Kiss, ACDC, bands that were weird and heavy a couple of years ago were starting to become incredibly mainstream. Who was to say that Black Sabbath, Mettalica, and Iron Maiden wouldn’t soon do the same? Plus, you had an uncle that played D&D every weekend with his work buddies over beer- it wasn’t a damn cult.
“They still call you that?” you asked, frowning up at him slightly. He snorts and nods quickly, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you kidding? The closer I get to graduating, the worse it gets,” he said, holding the door at the end of the hall open for you, exposing the bright parking lot. It was pretty much empty besides a few other teachers parked on their side and Eddie’s dark van in the back corner. You chewed on your lip as you stepped past him.
“I never liked that. Seeing them treat you differently,” you muttered. Eddie looked down at you curiously and you sucked a quick breath in. “N-Not just you. Everyone, plus you, I guess.”
You stopped in front of your old chevy quickly, fighting off the hot pink feeling in your cheeks. He stood over you, his face breaking into a sly smile. He licked his lips and let out a quiet laugh before nodding.
“After school tomorrow, okay? Beowulf. Sound good, Peach?” he asked, his smile still wide on his lips.
“Sounds good, Eddie,” you answered softly, failing to beat the heat rushing to your face. He stayed in front of you for another moment, his smile dimming into a look of gentle adoration.
“I missed you, Peachy,” he said, nudging your foot with his. You nodded slightly and looked up at him.
“I know,” you said softly. He bit his lip and continued to stare, his liquid eyes bright in the afternoon sun. You met his gaze finally, letting his eyes read the reality and somber look in yours. He cleared his throat and nodded to himself, stepping back slowly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he asked, blinking a few times. You nod with a gentle smile, reaching to open your car door as he turns away.
He gets almost halfway through the parking lot before you stick your face out of the window and call after him, “Hey, Eds!”
He almost falls as he turns around to answer you, “Yeah?”
“Make sure you bring a pencil! You’ll need to take notes!” you shout, smiling widely after him. He laughs and nods, shaking that brown mess of hair. You roll your window back up and let out a soft sigh before turning and driving past him out of the lot.
-Two Years Earlier-
Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you made your way to your spot at the lunch table, the precious seat left open next to the denim and leather-clad boy. You were nervous all your weight would break the cheap plastic seat as you plopped down into it and buried your face into your best friend’s shoulder, your lips pressed against the iron-on patch to his vest.
“What is it this time?” Eddie asked, turning to wrap his arms around you loosely.
“I saw him holding her hand. She’s a goddamn sophomore and he’s holding her hand,” you groaned, pressing your palms against your eyes. Eddie let out a sympathetic chuckle.
“You poor thing,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head, “But maybe reconsider this neverending crush now that you’ve seen his potentially pervish behavior and interest in underclassmen?”
“You think I don’t want to?” you huffed, sitting up straight.
“I know you do. I’m just suggesting it,” Eddie shrugged, taking a sip of the soda in front of him. You chewed on your lip and let out a breath as you finally saw the frantic scribbles in the boy’s ratty composition book. Various fantasy buzz words were written in messy handwriting all surrounding the bold words “Hellfire Club” in the center.
“I take it this is what you were doing instead of the classwork last period?” you smirked, pulling the book in front of you.
“You know it,” he chuckled, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand, his thin elbow propped up on the table.
You raised your eyebrows and held out for the pencil next to him, silently asking permission to make edits on his work. He placed it in your hand immediately and leaned closer to watch you. You quickly erased and respelled the words he wrote incorrectly: psychedelic, freakish, complexities. He hummed softly and nudged your shoulder defensively as you let out a soft sigh at the last error.
“Can’t figure out the logo quite yet. Everything I do seems too cheesy,” he said, pushing his brown messy curls away from his face. His hair was getting long, almost past his shoulders. You liked it, but that wasn’t the kind of stuff you told each other.
“What about this?” you asked softly, lightly tracing a cartoon devil underneath the bold words. Eddie tilted his head and nodded slightly.
“Yeah, but more. It can’t be like anything people have seen,” he answered, taking the pencil back, his fingers intertwining with yours for a short second. You swallowed and pulled your hand back, glancing over to make sure he didn’t notice.
He boldened the lines you had started and added gills to the sides of the head, transforming the creature from classic devil to freaky demon. You nodded and took the pencil back and changed the silhouette of the eyes to be smaller, sharper, and added small lines to make the creatures fangs a little longer.
The two of you stayed that way until the lunch bell rang, shoulders leaning over the book and handing the pencil back and forth. You fixed the lettering for the title and added the little flame over the I and the crack in the demon’s skull. Eddie added the flaming sword and glowing chain mace on either side. Just before he started to stand up and close the book you gasped and stole the pencil from his hand. Your tongue stuck out from between your lips as you quickly drew a pair of dice on either side, a D-4 and a D-20.
You looked up at Eddie proudly, a wide smile on your face. His cheeks were a soft pink as he nodded, gently pulling the book closed and into the crook of his arm.
“Couldn’t have done it without you. Seriously,” he sighed, pulling you into a half hug. You blushed harder and buried your face into his side.
“Does this make me the queen of Hellfire?” you smirked, looking up at him from your seat. Eddie tossed his head back with a warm laugh and nodded.
“Forever and always, my dear,” he smiled, pressing one last kiss to the top of your head.
Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out.
Word Count: 6.8k
Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).
Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️
Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL.
Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex
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“You ever touch yourself?”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.
You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.
“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”
You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.
Smut (will be indicated with a * next too chapters), Cursing, Violence, Betrayal
Summary:
“Would you just shut up and let me think!”
“There’s no time for thinking Harley! There is a herd of fucking apes charging at us as we speak!”
“Those aren’t apes you dumb fuck! They’re gorillas!”
“Gorillas are a type of ape dipshit!”
“Uh guys! Maybe nows not the time to argue, especially not when we’re about to be trampled by our ancestors,”
“Hey! I’ve got an idea!”
“Which is?”
“RUN!”
Life tends to take unexpected turns. It takes you places that you never thought in a million years you would think you would end up. But never would you have thought it would have ended you up at an abandoned island with eight other people you just met, right after being accepted for an internship with the one and only Tony Stark…
Summary: Y/N Sewlyn's life is thrown off course after gaining the attention of Tom Riddle. Your curiosity and desire drive you to shed the Pureblood expectations of your name and lead you down a path of knowledge, power, and glory you never could have imagined. But your new found freedom comes with a price.
Warnings: 18+, Sexually Explicit, Dark Themes. Minors DNI.
“Uninhibited suits you well, don't you think?" Your response was a low moan as his fingers slid over your knickers, tracing the outline of you. “It’s an incredibly powerful feeling to unshackle yourself. To do as you want unbothered by pomp and circumstance. To give in,” he said, pulling the knickers to the side and pushing a long finger into you, “to your deepest, darkest desires.”
PETER PARKER HAS NEVER BEEN YOUR FRIEND, you never wanted him to be, but as a science project puts the two of you together. You decide to become friends and focus less on the things you have in common that tear you apart and focus on the things you don’t. Thus resulting in Project Parker.
I’ve been really excited writing this and there won’t be too many parts to it, i don’t hope JNSDKJFN <3
part one - IN YOUR EYES: Peter and Y/N come to a truce.
synopsis ⇢ silk is in love with spider-man and spider-man is in love with silk. at least, that’s what the world thinks. to the city of new york, your and your boyfriend’s masked alter egos do much more than look out for the little guy—you’re also the subject of fan accounts and tabloids. the only problem is that it’s all a ruse, and you’re not actually dating spider-man. if anything, you can’t stand him. well, that, and the irrevocably adorable boy who just joined your school’s newspaper.
↳ social media au, silk!y/n
genre ⇢ fluff, angst, humour
note ⇢ she’s back :D and this time with a second peter smau !! if you enjoyed sun & moon and break my heart, i hope you’ll give this one a shot :’) as usual, there will be interactive polls and the link to the taglist is below! addition: i thought it was clear but just to specify, since silk is canonically asian-american, whatever (mostly faceless) pictures of y/n in this smau will also be korean :’)
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Blurb night for Peter please! Aged up to college if u can no smut though. Maybe something along the lines of the reader getting hurt while trying to protect peter and doesn’t tell them and he finds out and its fluffy and cute and hes freaking out even though the reader is already healed and hes just being cute protective peter.
I hope you enjoy!! I decided to make this stark!reader
warnings: slight mention of sex (just like one very minimal reference but barely so it's safe, like it might go over your head if you aren't looking for it), mentions of injury
You and Peter walked into the compound hand in hand, visiting from school for the first time in over a month. You finally had a free weekend that you didn’t have to spend studying so you decided to go visit your dad and the rest of the Avengers.
“Hey guys,” Natasha greeted as soon as you exited the elevator.
“Hey,” you greeted with a smile, “do you know where my dad is?”
“Umm in the lab with Dr. Banner I think. Said something about working on your new suit-” she shrugged.
“Okay, thanks,” you said, dragging Peter towards the lab before letting her finish her sentence.
“New suit? What do you need a new suit for?” Peter questioned.
“Uh, I don’t know dad’s probably just bored around here without us bothering him all the time,” you lied, biting your lip.
“Oh. Yeah, you’re probably right,” he nodded, opening the door for you, relacing your hands with a smile once you both entered the lab.
“Hey, kid!” Tony greeted, his eyes trailing down to your linked hands, “Hey Pete.”
“Um hi Mr. Stark sir,” he stuttered nervously, ripping his hand away from yours and putting them both behind his back. You rolled your eyes, setting forward to hug your dad.
“You’re right on time, I just finished your suit, want to try it on?”
“Um nope,” you answered quickly, “I’m sure it’s perfect.”
“How’s the ankle by the way? Bruises gone yet?” He asked. Your eyes widened.
“Bruises?” Peter asked.
“Um I don’t know what you’re talking about?” you questioned, hoping he would get the hint, but he didn’t, of course, he didn’t.
“From the other week? When you took one of Parker’s missions?-”
“Dad.”
“You did what?” Peter asked.
“Oh, you didn’t tell the kid? Ooohhhhh.” You hit the palm of your hand against your forehead, taking a deep breath before turning around to face Peter with an innocent smile.
“You were sleeping, and you just looked so cute! And you were so tired! And I heard Karen going off soooo I just kinda slipped out the door,” you shrugged sheepishly, “I still had my suit, and we’ve been working out together since we left so I didn’t think it was a big deal. Until there was 5 of them and one of me.”
“Y/n you should have told me, are you hurt?” he asked with wide eyes.
“No.” Peter narrowed his eyes at you.
‘Not anymore,” you sighed, “it was just a sprained ankle and some bruised ribs.”
“So the other night when you were riding-”
“The bike at the gym, yep that’s why it hurt,” you confirmed with a tight-lipped smile.
“Okay ew,” Tony muttered.
Peter’s cheeks flamed, but he grabbed your hand nonetheless and pulled you into his chest, squeezing gently.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispered, leaning into kiss your lips. However, before your lips could meet your dad cleared his throat, causing Peter to jump back with a yelp. Men.
I just added Peter to my taglist so if you want to join, fill out this form!!
can you do something where an avenger walks in on the reader(stark!) passed out on top of peters chest and they are like gossiping about it the next day(maybe best friends to lovers)?
hm i don’t know how i feel about this one but i hope it came out good :,)
you and peter confessed your feelings for each other recently, which was long overdue. you love him so much and have for a while. ever since your dad introduced you two, you’ve been absolutely inseparable. years of a close friendship filled with game nights and lingering touches. however, you’ve found yourselves wanting more and more the older you get.
it was you who spoke up first. peter blushed so red when he said he felt the same.
now that you’re in boyfriend and girlfriend territory, you two are becoming more intimate. not like that yet. it’s currently with things like kisses and cuddles. anything more, tony would go into cardiac arrest for the nth time in his life. you aren’t even sure how he’ll take the news of you dating.
“so, um...” you’re interrupted by a yawn. a soft smile instantly takes over peter’s face. “you were saying?” “sorry about that. so, i was wondering,” you preface, rolling onto your side to face him. “i know this is new and everything, but can i stay in here tonight?”
peter drapes an arm around your middle with a chuckle. “you ask me that like you haven’t been sneaking in since high school.” he pulls you in closer, you scoffing as you curl into him. “yeah, though. you can stay, y/n/n.” “lovely.” your head settles on his chest, cheek pressed against his t-shirt. “i could fall asleep just like this.”
“that tired, huh?” peter tickles your side with his fingertips. you swat at his hand, a giggle escaping you. “yeah. you’re comfy when you aren’t doing that.” “oops.” he’s smirking down at you even though you don’t see it. “you can sleep on me, if you wanna. i won’t stop you.” you close your eyes promptly, your legs intertwining with his over the covers.
“i love you, pete,” you hum as he kisses your hair lightly. “i love you too, angel. sleep good.” the pet name brings a sleepy smile to your face and warmth to peter’s. you’re quick to fall asleep with him snuggling you close, peter eventually dozing off under you.
the two of you are long gone when sam comes knocking on peter’s door. peter forgot to turn the light off, so sam assumes he’s awake and lets himself in.
“yo, parker. changed my mind. give me some cash and i’ll run to the-“ he cuts himself off at the sight in front of him. there you are, laying peacefully in peter’s arms while snores pass his lips. peter told sam he was seeing someone, but he had no idea it was you. he’d always thought you had more of a brother and sister thing going.
“oh, man. not her... not this.” sam clasps a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. well, it’s more like cackling. “i’m walking away,” he whispers to himself. he heads to the door backwards so he can watch you two. he’ll be telling bucky first thing in the morning.
the team gathers for breakfast while you’re still fast asleep, and happily so. sam wastes no time spilling about what he saw last night.
“buck, buck!” he waves bucky over to the empty seat next to him. “sit down. it’s tea time, and the kettle is piping hot.” “i’m drinking coffee,” bucky deadpans, taking the spot nevertheless. natasha rolls her eyes from across the table. “oh, the elderly.” she stirs around her oatmeal, bucky simply sipping from his mug. “don’t mind him. i wanna hear this.”
“ooh, me too,” wanda pipes in, next to nat. “i, too, would like to partake.” vision beams at sam. he’s gathering quite the audience to share yours and peter’s business with. although not what he intended, he isn’t opposed. “okay, but it’s gotta stay on the down low. stark can’t hear a word.” sam makes eye contact with the whole table to stress this.
“last time i heard that one, it didn’t end so great,” bucky huffs and sets down his coffee. sam claps him on the shoulder. “nah, it’s not like that. it’s about y/n.” “ms. stark?” vision shares a look with wanda, who chimes in again. “is she okay? she seems... i don’t know, different.” “please.” natasha grins devilishly. “you guys, she’s glowing. i think she’s just fine.”
sam snaps in agreement. “see, so you noticed! i figured it out, and let me tell you why.” everyone leans in, hanging on his words. everyone except bucky. he’s still skeptical. “her and parker? yeah, there’s something going on for sure.” wanda gasps, and natasha shakes her head playfully. bucky looks at sam with furrowed eyebrows.
“you’re lying. how could you possibly know that?” he wonders, sam only perking up more. “i saw them! in his room, too. they were all over each other last night.” “peter slept here again?” wanda purses her lips. vision answers this one. “mr. parker has been staying over much more recently.” natasha clicks her tongue. “hold on. sam, why were you in the kid’s room?”
“oh! it just gets better, listen.” he snickers before he drops the best part of this all. “little parker of all people asked for help buying condoms, right?” he’s not finished, but bucky is already bursting into laughter at that. wanda’s eyes widen. “i told him no. don’t bring me into that. then, it hit me,” sam goes on.
“let me guess, you were gonna ask for double the money?” natasha concludes for him. he points at her. “i’d scam his ass, yeah. so, i went to tell him i changed my mind.” wanda nods along, fully invested in the drama. “then what?” “i see y/n sleeping on him. put it all together, she’s gotta be his girl! right?” sam asks around the table, bucky raising his hands in defense.
natasha downs a spoonful of oatmeal, unfazed by sam’s realization. “who’s surprised? i’m not.” “i mean, i don’t even care,” bucky finally murmurs. sam elbows him for it. “man, i was waiting to tell you all night.” “i think they’re adorable,” wanda decides, linking her arm with vision’s. “vis, what about you?”
“if i’m not mistaken,” vision holds up a finger. “i believe that ms. stark and mr. parker are having intercourse.” tony picks the wrong moment to join the gang. his heart completely drops out of his chest, like you’d thought it would.
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Percy Jackson. Stupid, impulsive percy jackson. Of course he had gotten the two of you stuck in Tartarus. You both sat on the black gravel, sulking and trying to figure a way out.
“look, I’m sorry-“
“it’s too late. You’re the one who got us stuck here, so you’re the one who’s gonna get us out.” You roll your eyes, arms folding over your chest in an angry huff.
“it’s going to be a much quicker process if we work together,” percy reasons, biting his bottom lip as he searches for your eyes.
“and that’s not happening.”
“well, looks like we’re stuck here then,” percy sighs out, too tired to argue any further.
It had been no longer than five minutes. Percy was annoying you with the way he was dragging his finger along the ground.
“what’s on your mind?”
“nothing, I’m just bored,” you reply, not even bothering to look up at him
“i can help with that,” he smirks, obviously meaning it as a joke. You look at him, trying to work if he was serious or not. Sometimes percy was hard to read.
“i’m joking,” he chuckles at your perplexed face.
“yeah, yeah, no-“ you start. “no, I just - that could pass time, you know.”
With a roll of his eyes, he stretches his legs out and pats his lap, and with an irritated sigh, you straddle him. Your lips crash onto his with no passion behind it what-so-ever. You just didn’t want him looking at you while you slowly begin to rock your hips against his crotch. Both of you unintentionally sigh out at the feeling of relief.
Your hips continue rocking against his, the pressure in your lower stomach building from how much your pussy is appreciated this. He stops your movements, and for a second, you were worried he changed his mind.
Instead, he shuffles out of his jeans, pulling his boxers down too. His cock is hard and red, wanting so badly to be inside you. Keeping your eyes averted from his, you do the same, slowly taking one leg out of your jeans so you can ride him. You shove your panties to the side and sink down on his cock.
Both of you gasp at the feeling. With one hand holding his shoulder and the other resting flat against the wall behind him, you roughly ride him. One part of you wanted to get this over and done with, the other was feeling so much pleasure, it made you want to moan out for more. Moan out for him.
The harshness of your bounces causes skin to slap skin. Both of you desperately holding in your moans as you try so very hard not to look like you’re actually enjoying this.
Percy’s eyes lock into yours, a moan escaping his lips as you bottoms out and grinds on his hips.
“what?” You almost spat out.
“nothing.” He rolls his eyes, hands squeezing your hips as he lifts you up. He guides you while you ride him this time, both of you closing your eyes from the pleasure.
Maybe it was in this very moment that you realised this was going to be something. You didn’t know what — maybe percy will actually mean something to you, maybe you both will have a ‘benefits’ type of thing. Or maybe nothing at all will change and this is, indeed, a one time thing.
Flirting with stiles to make Isaac jealous and he finally snaps and tells you how he connfesses how he feels (could lead to smut or just fluff)
from the corner of your eye, you can see Isaac’s glare burning into Stiles; fingers pressing into his cheek as he leans his hand on his face, eyebrows knitted in what you perceived to be anger. This was such strange behaviour from him. You and Isaac have been friends ever since you could remember, and you’ve been seen him like this before. Sure, he had been acting a little different since his dad died, but he didn’t really want to talk about it.
Laughter coursed through both you and Stiles as you attempted to work on the chemistry assignment together.
“[y/n]. Stiles,” Mr Harris scolds, pointing between you two.
“sorry,” you both mumble before you look at stiles and immediately erupt into fits of muffled giggles.
“okay, okay, um let’s see here,” stiles says through his chuckles. “this goes in here, and-”
“this goes in here,” you smile and high five him. Instinctively, you felt eyes on you, watching your every move. Turning slightly, your eyes meet Isaac’s. He coughs and looks down at his notebook.
“everything okay?”
“uh, yeah,” you chuckle, trying to flake it off and re-focus on your work.
the bell rang, and everyone hastily gathered their things, eager to go to lunch. You give Isaac a small smile before leaving the classroom, making your way to your locker.
“[y/n], can we talk for a second?” Isaac’s voice faltered as the nervousness rises inside him.
“Yeah of course, what’s up?” His hand holds yours, pulling you into an empty class room.
“Isaac, what’s going-” his lips crash against yours, instantly shutting you up. Shock embeds through your body, but you soon push it down and kiss him back. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
“What’s this all about then?” you giggle against his lips.
