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[n9mgi]

my friends: how do you know so much about sex

me: *in my head* girl i read smut

[peterpenisparkers]

autophobia | prologue

plot: in which peter parker realizes that the daughter of mischief is in his class.

pairing(s): eventual! peter parker x daughter of loki! reader

warning(s): slight bullying(??), mention(s) of death and abandonment

a/n: this was an idea i’ve had for a long time. hope you enjoy, and i’m sorry for all the typos <3

autophobia

n.

“fear of referring to oneself,” 1845 (as autophoby ), from Greek autos “self” + “phobia”

Peter remembered the first time he saw her.

It was first period: P.E. Mr. Henderson was in the middle of one of his long “inspirational” speeches that mainly consisted of him going on a rant about a random sports game that no one really cared about.

She had come in late, with a bright yellow late slip tucked messily into her pocket. She was small, wearing some beat up overall shorts and a sweatshirt that seemed a size too big for her. Her legs were littered with huge blue, purple, and black bruises, paired with various band aids and healing cuts. Her white Converse seemed to be the only thing on her that wasn’t a hand-me-down. Her face was unreadable, showing only small hints of boredom and annoyance, and her eyes were a cold blue-green color that twelve-year-old Peter had never seen before. She intrigued him. Peter cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Why is she so pissed off? P.E isn’t that bad.

Hushed whispers rippled around him, murmuring various things and observations about the new girl. He could hear the popular girls giggling at her old clothes and the athlete boys laughing as they made up various situations that she may have been in. Peter couldn’t help but pity her - a few minutes into a new school and kids are already talking shit. Ned quickly pulled his attention away from her by babbling about the new Lego Death Star that was coming out in a few years.

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[counterfeits-blog]

Peter Parker after he tries attacking Thanos alone

Peter: tHAT WAS INSANE.

Tony: WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!

Peter: HONESTLY, I DON’T KNOW I THINK I JUST HAD AN ADRENALINE RUSH OR SOMETHING

Tony: I TOLD YOU TO STAY BACK.

Peter: I KNOW.

Tony: YOU SAID YOU COULD HANDLE GOING TO SPACE!!!

Peter: WHY DID YOU LISTEN TO ME??!

[cora-notovrloki]

Sam: You know you can die from that right?

Loki, smoking a cigarette: Yup. That’s the point.

Thor, downing a bottle of vodka: We’re trying to speed this shit up.

Peter, eating raw cookie dough: *nods

[sakura-haruka]

Ok but how lucky we are to have grown up in a world with Robert Downey Jr as Iron Man.

[zendayamybabe]

@netflix: cast tom holland for your next romantic comedy movie, thank you

[spideyyeet]

Know-it-all

(Peter Parker x Wilson!reader)

Enemies to something else ;)

Summary: Peter Parker was a smart ass, and who likes smartasses?

Warning: angst, language, mentions of sex, dirty jokes

A/N: I’m one for the dramatics so enjoy :)

“He’s an actual smartass.” You said annoyed as you took a bite of your baby carrots, handing the rest to Mj.

“Well yea, but he doesn’t brag about it—“

“That’s whats fucking annoying, he’s like ‘oh I didn’t do that well’ ‘oh I was just a little hard’ ‘oh I still haven’t started the physics project’ but then he comes back with a hundred likes it’s nothing, and on top of all that, he gives me shit every time I say something, like no one fucking asked you to correct me gosh.” You said with a huff rolling your eyes.

Mj nodded her head, showing you that she’s listening and you can keep going.

“Yea and then what he did first period.” You said, rolling your eyes remembering what happened.

“Ohhhh that was pretty annoying.” Mj said remembering what happened too.

“That was really fuckin annoying. I wasn’t even talking to him and everyone laughed at the joke, and then he goes and pretends to laugh with a straight face. Like what the fuck was that.” You said Mj humming, as she goin another bite.

“I’m kinda surprised.” Mj said making your brows furrow. “I mean, I thought you two would be friends, but I guess not.” She said, just as the bell rang and lunch ended.

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[adoreeddie]

a real photo of me screaming down the phone to sony and marvel to kiss and make up before i have a full blown mental breakdown thx lads

[negasonicteenagemess]

balance has been restored

[dearwalker]

Sneaky flight (Peter Parker x reader) - smut!

Word count: 2.6k

Description: You sneak off with Peter to have sex on the airplane bathroom.

Note: This is kind of a part 2 of Sneaky, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone. Also I was thinking of turning this into a series, not really with a chronological plot but like different situations of the reader and Peter sneaking off places to have sex lol, so let me know if you would be interested!

Masterlist

You were so screwed.

You somehow managed to find yourself horny in the middle of a flight to Europe, and there were still a few hours left before you landed.

Of course this wasn’t in your plans, you were supposed to spend the twelve hour flight sitting next to your boyfriend, watching movies and cuddling together, but that was not the case.

Thanks to Ned.

He was originally sitting next to you guys, but he had a crush on Betty so he wanted to sit next to her instead. He told Mr. Harrington he couldn’t sit in your row because Peter had a perfume allergy and his perfume was making him sneeze.

So Mr. Harrington, being the caring person he is, moved Peter to sit next to him and you ended up sitting with MJ. At least Ned got what he wanted and now sat happily next to Betty.

MJ was really fun to be with the first few hours but she had fallen asleep first. So you tried to sleep too because you were bored, but the odds weren’t in your favor as a wet dream with Peter had woken you up all sweaty and heated up.

So now you were bored and horny, and Peter wasn’t there to help.

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[bigirongay-deactivated20191029]

Y/n, in a skeleton onsie: bOyS AnD gIrLs oF eVeRy AgE wOuLdN’t YoU lIkE tO sEe SoMeThInG StRaNgE!? CoMe WiTh Us aNd YoU wIlL sEe In OuR ToWn Of HaLlOwEeN!

Thor, Bruce, Peter, and Scott: THIS IS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN! PUMPKIN’S SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! THIS IS-

Tony: SHUT UP OR NO ONE GOES TRICK OR TREATING!

[lesbian-deadpool]

(Decoding a HYDRA file)

Bruce: She was poetry, but he couldn’t read

Peter: His name was Jared he’s nineteen

Tony: When his parents built a very strange machine

Natasha: Watch that scene dig in the dancing queen

Y/N: Aaaay macarena

Steve: Horrible job, everyone.

[goddamnbarnes]

Literally everybody loved Tony Stark until he started showing signs of mental illness and being human. Literally thats it. 

People were pissed at him for making ultron but forgot that banner also made him and that it was literally due to his huge ass guilt complex. 

People were mad that he did the accords but forget about all their other favourites that also signed it.

and people are also mad that Tony Stark almost single handedly won against steve and bucky- a fight that only started because steve hid something so major from tony who considered him a close friend for two fucking years, and acted like any normal human would act. Harshly, without coherent thoughts, and on impulse. 

People are literally pissed off that Tony Stark is a human that has flaws and shows them. 

[jackalltimelow]

STOP! TELLING! PEOPLE! THAT! NO! ONE! WILL! LOVE! THEM! UNTIL! THEY! LOVE! THEMSELVES! STOP! PLANTING! THE! IDEA! IN! PEOPLES! BRAINS! THAT! THEY! ARE! UNWORTHY! OF! LOVE! BECAUSE! OF! THEIR! OWN! STRUGGLE!

[hharryshouse]

Flinching During an Argument with Peter

Warnings: hints at a past abusive relationship

This was your first real fight. 

You’d always thought your relationship with Peter was nothing but peaches and cream sweetness like it usually was, but not now.

You were yelling at each other now on the top of your lungs, ignoring the angry banging from your upstairs neighbors. 

“God, Y/n, would you just fucking listen to me?!” Peter shouted, raising his hands in front of his face. 

You realized too late that he was simply going to drag them through his hair, but when you let out that whimper and flinched away from him, he froze. 

His eyes were wide, staring at you where you’d pressed yourself against the wall, hands still in midair on their way to his head. After a moment of shock, he dropped them to his sides as you watched the realization hit him like a train. 

“Y/n, baby,” he said softly. Your eyes welled up and before you knew it, the tears were spilling down your face. “Baby, no.” He rushed toward you and pulled you tightly against his chest, one hand on your back the other stroking your hair. “Honey, I could never hurt you. I love you so much, I would never hurt you.”

[mairights]

23 & 18 & 15 for the prompts!

15. “if I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. in fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

23. “shh, it was just a bad dream. just a dream, okay? none of it was real.”

i debated on whether to write this with peter being comforted instead but tea bee h i felt a little selfish so! here ya go

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you would think you’d be used to it by now, peter putting himself in danger. the bruises, the cuts, the anxiety— all of it is commonplace. peter’s tumbled through your window bruised and shaken almost as often as he’s strolled through the front door. spider-man saving the world while nearly losing himself isn’t foreign by any means. and yet, here you are, shaking and clutching your sheets as peter sleeps soundly next to you.

you’re not conscious— not yet, anyway— but your brain runs a hundred miles per hour with flashing images. they’re not all clear; mostly distorted injuries and peter’s face, twisted in pain or flying through the air followed by bruised limbs. it seems comical, just from the prescription, and god, do you wish it was.

peter’s dreams are hardly nightmarish. they’re enjoyable, if ultimately forgettable. his fingers lay relaxed underneath his pillow and his back faces you, shifting with steady breathing. your form, quivering and pallid, sharply contrasts.

but not for long: peter’s senses are in tune with your own, after all.

he wakes slowly, feeling the hairs on his neck stand on end. calloused palms brush across cool sheets and look for a body. finding none, he turns his sluggish, sleepy body over. once again, his hand feels for a form, for yours. he finds you and you tremble under his fingertips.

“baby?” he murmurs, not quite awake. his fingers probe around your arm and squeeze softly. the moment you flinch away, uncharacteristic and concerning, he’s wide awake.

“baby,” peter says again. voice form in your ear, you twitch against him. peter feels a sickening pull at his stomach. the thumping in his ears mirrors the pounding in your chest.

finally, he shakes you again, and you bolt up. the top of your head nearly clips peter’s chin in the process, but he leans back to avoid such a mishap. you wonder, could your heartbeat could be any farther into your throat? the intense beating chokes you and shortens your breath.

peter tries to calm you in a gentle voice. “hey, it’s was just a bad dream, you’re okay.”

he places his hands on your shoulders, attempting to ground you. your head whips around, searching; for a few moments, all you see is the dream— peter hurt, falling buildings, pain. it takes peter reiterating comforting words to stop it.

“‘s just a dream, okay? none of it was real.”

vision coming into focus, you slowly calm down. peter’s hands on you feel real, more-so than the dream. but it lingers. and it festers. and you feel so, so heavy— heavy enough that you sink back against your boyfriend like a stone. like always, he catches you. and with your body falls the tears.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur. your hands clutch at his forearms. is he even real? shouldn’t he be hurt? are you feeling veins or scars.

“don’t be sorry, you’re alright. i get ‘em too, honey.”

“it’s so stupid.”

a sob wrestles its way out of your throat, an ugly sound. peter’s heart just aches when you twist around to bury your face in his chest. he doesn’t ask, but he’s not naive; the way you grip at his shirt and hide against him? you were dreaming about him.

he holds you tighter. “it’s not stupid. i know it hurts, i know it’s tough.”

“it is stupid,” you reiterate, muffled into his shirt. you press your cheek against his chest and try to catch your breath. “‘m crying like a baby.”

peter sighs. “honey. honey, it’s not bad to cry. y’know, in fact...”

slowly, he leans back. rumpled sheets cradle your body and somewhat soothe the shaking. peter does his part with firm, gentle strokes up and down your back.

“in fact?” you say nasily. he smiles.

“i think... crying, i mean, i think it makes a person stronger.”

“peter...”

“i’m serious, baby. takes a lot to be emotional like that, you know? you’re brave, babylove. braver than me.”

you know that’s not true, not by a long shot. and not just because of his spider-man duties; if you’re judging bravery by crying, by vulnerability, the amount of times you’ve held peter and kissed his head while he shuddered rivals the amount of times you’ve allowed that for yourself. and even then, half of those times are after a fight or as a result of one. who is he to call you brave? to judge bravery, when he’s blind to his own? who are you to cry— over a dream— against the chest of probably the bravest person you’ll ever love? it’s absurd, really.

but then he kisses your temple and murmurs three words, sweet and true, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you don’t need to be brave.

you allow yourself to relax into him. the dream doesn’t leave and neither does the lingering fear, but you can push it back for now.

“just... just wish i could kiss it all away,” you admit, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before tucking your face into his neck.

“your scars. all the hurt. if i could, i’d kiss all your scars away. i’d make ‘em all go away.”

perhaps your rambling, but it’s alright. peter doesn’t mind. he gets it; he knows you mean it both for you and for him.

“i know you would,” he whispers. your fingers ghost over the remnants of a bruise on his neck, almost about to pull him down for a kiss. when you don’t, peter does that work for you.

when his lips touch yours, the fear melts.

[thehelleniclunarwitch]

31 Days of Halloween (Day 10)

Death Pit

Prompt: Skulls

Peter Parker x Reader

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The panic was settling deep within your chest. You felt like you were drowning. As tears threatened to fall you tried your hardest to keep climbing. The harder you struggled to free yourself the more skulls and other bones appeared. 

“Look at them! These were once your family!” The voice boomed above you laughing. 

Your lip quivered as tears slid down your cheeks. 

“There is nobody here to save you. You’re going to die all alone,” Thanos said as he moved to stand at the edge of the hole. 

You looked up at him. “They all died and you did nothing to save them,”

“That’s not true!” You yelled up at him. 

“Sweet child, your father died while you sat back and watched,” Thanos said kicking your dad’s shield into the pit. 

The bones were quick to devour the red and blue shield. Thanos kicked a few more things into the pit. You had to move so you weren’t hit in the process. Thor’s hammer, Tony’s mask, Bucky’s arm, and Clint’s bow. 

“You did this,” You hissed between clenched teeth. 

“If only you had been stronger you may have at least prevented their death for a little while longer. I enjoy playing with those who are weaker than me,” Thanos said. 

“I’m going to kill you,” You growled. 

Thanos’ children all laughed at you from behind him. Gamora’s green skin was just barely visible behind Thanos. You thought she had died. You only hoped that was a different version of her and that Gamora hadn’t betrayed Peter and the rest. 

“Oh, but I saved the best for last,” Thanos said. 

You picked your head up once again to look at him. You shouldn’t. You should look away from him, but you were hopeful that somebody survived the massacre. While Thanos left to grab whatever he was going to torment you with next his children began throwing more things into the pit. 

Natasha’s gun, Bruce’s glasses, Sam’s wings, and Stephen’s cape. They were really all gone. What were you going to do? Even if you were to get yourself out of this pit there was no way that you were going to be able to take on Thanos and his army alone. 

“Let go of me!” A familiar voice exclaimed. 

“Oh no,” You whispered. 

Thanos returned to the edge of the pit and your stomach dropped at the sight of Peter. His Spidey suit was ripped, his lip was bleeding, and he looked to be in a lot of pain. 

“Y/n!” Peter shouted. 

“Peter!” You yelled.

“I wanted to reunite the little lovebirds before finishing my job here,” Thanos said. 

“Just let him go! You’ve won! You’ve said it yourself,” You pleaded with him. 

“And leave one little Avenger to build up another team? I think not,” Thanos said. 

“It’s okay Y/n,” Peter said. 

You shook your head. 

“I love you,” Peter said.

“I love you too,” You cried. 

Thanos grinned at the two of you. “Thanos!” You shouted. 

Peter looked down at you he gave you a soft smile. You let out a scream as you watched Thanos impale his sword in Peter. Peter gasped and then quickly slumped over. Thanos yanked out his sword and then pushed Peter away from him.

You were still screaming as you watched Peter fall into the pit. The skulls and bones splattered around as his lifeless body hit the pile. 

Suddenly somebody was shaking you. 

“Y/n, Y/n!” 

You woke up with a start. You looked around the room in a panic. The bedside table was one and Peter was leaning over you. You let out a shaky breath and then threw yourself at him. He chuckled and then caught you. 

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Peter said holding you tightly. 

“I thought you died,” You cried. 

“Hey, it was just a dream,” Peter said rubbing your back. 

“It felt so real. I thought Thanos,” Peter cut you off. 

“Thanos is dead. We’re all okay,” Peter said. 

You pulled back to look at him. His bright blue eyes sparkled as they stared at you. He leaned in so he could kiss you gently. 

“I’m okay. You’re okay,” He said reassuringly. 

“Will you hold me?” You asked. 

“Always,” Peter said. 

Peter leaned over to turn off the light. He settled down on his back. You rolled over so you were tucked up against him. His arms wrapped around you. You took in a deep breath and took in his scent. He kissed your forehead. 

“I’ve got you,” Peter whispered. 

“Thank you. I love you,” You said softly. 

Peter smiled into your hair. “I love you too,”

It took a while but with Peter protectively holding onto you you finally fell back asleep.