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Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader ONE SHOT (Smut, 18+)

Okay y’all, I wrote this one quickly so I could get back into the writing groove. Let me know what yall think.

“M-Miguel-” Your voice was strained, barely coherent as you struggled to breathe through his bruising grip. Your hair was plastered to your forehead, sweat slicked skin glistening in the soft city light that managed to peak through the curtains of your shared apartment. He only grunted in response, and you swore you could hear his grin even in the silence that followed your plea.

“What?” He taunted, punctuating the question with an exceptionally deep thrust, one that had you squeezing your eyes shut. You could feel the way your body was straining to take all of him, despite the way his hips were grinding against your ass. “You’re fuckin’ creamin’ for me.”

Your stomach tightened at his words, brows furrowing. Fuck, it felt good, too good. Your arms were quivering from the pressure of having to hold yourself up during the merciless pace your boyfriend had set, back arched painfully, muscles quivering. He’d tucked his thick, muscled thighs inside of your own, forcing your legs apart as he ground into you.

Miguel’s hand was suddenly planted beside yours, and you swallowed as he leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he moved to whisper in your ear. You damn near winced, over stimulated and far too fucking full as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“F-fuck-” You managed to squeak out, lower lip trembling. A shiver ripped through your body, goose bumps rippling across your flushed skin.

“Too much carino?” He teased, and you moaned lowly when his tongue slid across your ear.

You were silent, save for the soft pants escaping you in time with his slowing thrusts as Miguel grinned against your cheek.

“How ‘bout I breed you, hm?”

Your eyes widened, flicking to the side where your boyfriend’s face was. “Miguel-” You started to warn, acutely aware of the conversation the two of you had had not thirty minutes prior. The only reason you were even in this mess is because you’d strewn yourself across your boyfriend’s lap and begged him to fuck you, whining and griping about how you were ovulating and needed him.

He grinned, all teeth and filthy promises before he shifted his weight, slowly unravelling his fingers from your throat. You gulped in air, head dropping to your chest as you struggled to regain any semblance of self control. Your thighs were trembling as he shifted back onto his knees, straightening, warm hands sliding down over the slender curve of your hips and ass before he gently pulled you back onto his length.

“Tell you what,” He started, claws gently trailing down over your tailbone. “If you can tell me why I shouldn’t, I won’t.”

You frowned, glossy, swollen lips parting in confusion as you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were hooded, thick hair pushed back, dark curls damp with sweat. You felt your pussy clench around his length at the sight. Good fucking god, he was so damn hot.

Miguel’s lip curled into a near snarl as your body tightened around him. “Deal?”

You raised a brow, the corner of your lip tugging into a smirk. “What’s the catch?” You rocked back onto him, revelling in the low hiss that escaped him. Knowing Miguel O’Hara was reduced to…this, had you preening. Your attraction to him only grew as your time together continued to stretch on.

He shrugged, feigning innocence before his hand trailed lower and he squeezed your ass.

You studied him for a few moments, apprehension giving way to curiosity. “…Deal.”

His dark brown eyes flicked to yours, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the way he watched you through his lashes. This may have been a terrible mistake-

Your stomach tightened at the implication.

Miguel leaned forward, large frame caging you in as he pressed his chest against your back. You watched with bated breath as he slowly placed his hands on either side of yours, effectively caging you in. He let his face press against the side of yours, affectionately nosing against your jaw.

“Gonna put my fuckin’ baby in you,” He breathed and you preened, pussy clenching, eyes squeezing shut. “Unless you tell me not to.”

You startled when Miguel suddenly touched his fingers against your lips before he pressed them past your teeth. You gasped, eyes widening as you struggled, and failed, to rear back and away from him as he continued to press forward until he was knuckle deep and forcing your tongue flat.

“Go ahead,” He said, voice so low you realized he was barely containing himself. “Tell me why I shouldn’t breed you.”

It was uncomfortable, damn near forcing you to gag as you realized what your boyfriend was doing. He laughed, a low wicked sound then when a small noise escaped you.

“Go ahead,” He urged, and fuck you could hear the grin that was splitting his face. “Beg.”

Heat bloomed in your chest, desire pooling low, wet and hot in your lower belly as Miguel taunted you. He had caged you in, forced your thighs apart and now his fingers were pressing down on your tongue, silencing you as he made you beg.

If soulmates were real you sure as fuck knew he was yours.

You tried to speak despite his ministrations, knowing full and well your efforts were futile, but choosing to indulge in them despite this because of the way it had your pussy aching. He only pushed his fingers deeper when you tried, knuckles grazing your teeth. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you forced your mouth wider, trying not to gag.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He teased, voice low as he gave a few tantalizingly slow rocks. You tried to speak again in vain, brows furrowing as you gave into the show he so clearly craved from you. The noises that you managed were pitiful, more whines than anything else. Miguel tsk’d in your ear, fangs grazing your jaw.

“Pathetic,” He finally murmured, before he suddenly rocked into you, setting a brutal pace. You squealed around his fingers, drool gathering around the corners of your lips before it lolled onto your chin. The slick, wet sounds escaping the space where your bodies connected was fucking sinful and it only made the thick, white ring around your boyfriend’s cock grow larger as he continued to force himself into your warm, wet heat. You’d already cum three fucking times tonight, the sticky evidence of it coating your thighs and making itself known as your pathetic cries continued to ring out. You were overstimulated, far too fucking full, and god, if he kept ramming into your cervix you were going to fucking cream again-

“S’gonna feel so good when I fill you,” Miguel panted, face pressed into your hair. “Fill that pretty fucking pussy and make you beg for more.”

You moaned, long and low at his words, eyes rolling back, your jaw slack. You panted around his long fingers, arousal only furthering when you breathed deeply and realized you could taste the remnants of your own cum on Miguel’s fingers.

Fuck, it was gonna be a long night.

[user220811]

“Get your ass off that chair and come k!ss me”

peter parker x girlfriend!reader imagine (fluff)

warnings: kissing, nothing else

summary: peter wants your attention

it was a saturday morning, as you were sat at your desk where you had been the past 4 hours, studying for upcoming tests in school. you were about to drift off from exhaustion, but was stopped by a little knock on your window. you look up and smile, as you see your boyfriend peter perched on your balcony.

you open the window, and peter smiles sheepishly at you. he climbs through the window into your room, and stands up to be towering over you. he leans in to kiss you, his hands travelling to your hips as he pulls your closer. you kiss back straight away. it was sweet and soft, and when the both of you pulled away, he took in the dark circles under your eyes, and worry filled his own. he looks around the room, and the papers and sticky notes bombarding your desk caught his eye.

“baby, how long have you been studying for?” he says, laughing slightly

“since i woke up” you reply as you walk back to the desk, remembering what you were doing before peter turned up.

“come on you dont need to study anymore,” he says as he walks up behind you sat on the chair, hands on the back of it as he observes you flipping a textbook to the correct page, “you’re gonna do great” he mumbles into your cheek, peppering it with small kisses.

“i only have to go over this last page, i promise it wont take long” you plead

“fine, but dont waste all your energy, i wanna cuddle” peter says, flopping onto your bed

after about 20 minutes, you feel something being thrown at the back of your head. you whip around to see a stuffed bear on the floor next to you, and a smiling peter perched on your bed. his smile falls, as yours is seen to be unreadable.

“hurry upp, im boreddd” peter moans, dragging his words

“okay okay gimme 10 minutes”

peter groans, turning over with his head in a cushion

(10 minutes later)

“baby its been 10 minutes” peter says as his head lifts up, looking towards your slumped figure

“mhm” you reply subconsciously, not really paying attention to what peter was saying, as your pen was going to work on an already filled page of notes.

“get your ass off that chair and come kiss me”

you chuckle at his choice of words, and finally decide to get up, knowing how patient your boyfriend had been. you walk over to your bed, and flop beside peter. he slips his hand beneath your back, and pulls you onto him, both now face to face. you giggle as peter looks at you lovingly.

“you’re so beautiful y/n”

your face turns a light red tint as you place your lips on his. the kiss was long and passionate, whilst his hands went to your waist and yours to his neck. you pull away and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, him kissing your head with his arms still protectively round your small frame. peter couldnt think of a better way to spend a saturday morning, than having you in his embrace.

[peterspideyy]

sick baby 

summary - peter is sick on your 1st anniversary, and is super upset that your not doing what he was planning to do. but, you go over to his house and spend the day with him.

warnings - may be some swearing, mainly fluff

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i feel disgusting

i don’t think i’m going into school today :(

i shouldn’t of ate that fish ned told me to eat last night, i’m honestly going to kill him

i had so many plans for us today as well, and i’m so sorry

call me please❤️

you woke up to peter texting you and that you had 7 missed calls from him. you didn’t bother texting him back, and decided to call him instead.

“ughh babeee.” peter groaned through the phone, making you frown at how weak he sounded.

“it’s okay pete. we can have our anniversary tomorrow.”

“i know, but it won’t be the same. i’m so so sorry love.” you could sense he was pouting behind the phone.

“it will be! actually i think i’m going to ditch school too, and then i can come and visit my baby for the day, does that sound good?”

there was a moment of silence, before peter groaned out in pain, making you laugh a bit.

“i take that as a yes? i’ll see you in a minute.”

“m’kay.” peter replied, before you ended the call with a ‘i love you.’ you grabbed some light snacks at your corner shop, before catching a taxi to peter’s apartment.

once you arrived at peters front door, you used your spare key to enter. you knew may wouldn’t be home, as she would probably be in work. once you called out peter’s name, you instantly heard him groan from his bedroom.

“hey pete, i’ve got some water and some light snacks. i think you need something to drink,” you spoke, before pulling the covers back to reveal a shirtless peter, “how do you look so handsome when your sick? i look like a potato when i get food poisoning!”

“you always look beautiful.”

“that’s just your sickness talking.” you teased, before he sighed and pulled you into his bed.

“i would kiss you right now, but i have sick in my mouth.”

“yeah, don’t do that.” you laughed, before snuggling into his chest.

eventually you both fell asleep in each other’s arms and enjoying each other’s warmth. you could get used to this.

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a/n

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[lesbefangirling]

hello.

if you're at all reading this right now.

it was written before i had been killed by Tom's sexiness in his latest photoshoot.

[damn-stark]

Just ordinary people - Peter Parker/Spider-Man imagine

Peter Parker x reader

A/N- hope you guys like this I know it could be better but I tried my best I promise ill make a better peter imagine soon!! :)

Warning- Angst, fluff

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Ever since he saw you he knew he liked you. He had a crush. No it was no crush he felt like it was more. And when you got a boyfriend he felt heartbroken and felt like he had to move on. He never had the courage to tell you how he felt espically not after you had your boyfriend. Or maybe because you two were best friends and he didn’t want to ruin that. He saw that you were happy and he couldn’t be the one to ruin that. He just had to see you with someone else even if it hurt him.

Ned would always tell him to tell you how he felt always. But Peter couldn’t. He would try and sometimes he would get that courage espically after you were not with your boyfriend but he then remembered something. Something that was part of his life something that could get in the way. Spider-Man. Him being Spider-Man got in the way. He didn’t want to put you in danger. Or have you questioning yourself everytime he wouldn’t make it to a date. His super hero life put him in danger and it could put you in danger.

Even now him not telling you that he was Spider-Man made you two not be as close as you once were. And maybe it was for the best he didn’t want to see you hurt or in danger. And he couldn’t live with himself if he saw something horrible happen to you because of his fault.

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(Y/N)

The air seemed cleaner from higher off the ground more crisp and more fresh then from down the streets in New York. Being so high off the ground also was more peaceful. You could still hear the busy streets down below but only if you were low enough. These were the perks of being a so called ‘hero’ and having powers you can come up to places where you’re normally not or can’t go on. Helping people out is another plus.

A thing that you do hate that’s comes with being a hero is that you have to hide your identity and not tell anyone. Ever since you really used your powers you started going out to help those in need and it’s been hard. Not the helping out part but the part where you have to keep it a secret. Your best friends Peter and Ned aren’t as close because of it. You hate it but it’s something you have to do?

The thing that you also hate is that relationships. You feel like you can’t have a relationship with someone you like because you don’t want to put them or more like him in danger. You have people that don’t like you and if they were to find out who you really were and that could happen any time. Then that would put him in danger. And you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him.

That’s why you can’t really tell him how you feel. You can’t expose him like that. You can’t have secrets with him even if you do now. But you’re not dating or anything romantic at all so keeping a secret now that he’s your best friend is better then if you were ever to date him. You really want to tell him how you feel you really do but that’s what stops you from telling Peter Parker. Being his best friend and having a secret that could risk his life.

Also him not feeling the same about you stops you. If you were to tell him how you felt and he didn’t feel the same way then it could ruin everything. You try to tell yourself that it wouldn’t but it would. You’ve been friends since you were young and you’ve liked him since you were young too. Even if you were brave out in the streets you aren’t brave enough in front of him. And when you were he was with Liz. Sometimes in your low moments you wished that you didn’t have what you were born with. Your powers.

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“Okay there’s one in the east part of the building and three in the south.” You say to yourself. Something you always do when you’re out under the mask. You triple scan the building for any more people just to check out and make sure no one is there to surprise you. You go down and stay hidden in the shadows. You see the two people in the east and use your powers to knock them out without making a big deal. You keep moving and try to find what they had hidden and what you’re trying to keep their hands off. Often times you try not to mix yourself in big missions like these because of what could happen because its just you alone but sometimes you didn’t care and risked it.

You quickly hide yourself behind a huge box after you heard someone come. You barely make it behind the box before the women with a huge gun walks by. You take a deep breath and walk through the door. But as you do someone suprises you and pulls you back. You fight to be let go. You kick them but it seems like it doesn’t affect them. You try to raise your hand up to their hand but they have you pinned down. You keep moving around and you hear her call for back up. At that moment you elbow her and grab her head and use your powers to make her see something that isn’t there. Her eyes go wide and she spaces out going to what’s not there.

As you’re about to keep moving you see the back up the women called. They have you surrounded. You look around at them as they have their guns up and pointing them at you. You raise your hands pretending to surrender but as you do you make them see something a illusion. Using your power on so many people is a strain on you. It makes you weak but you have to do it or else they kill you. You keep your hand up as you keeping moving out. You knock them out and they all fall to the ground. You keep trying to look for the weapon they were here for and as you do of course there’s more people.

“Really?” You ask as you roll your eyes behind your mask. They run to you with their guns out and they begin to shoot. You’re about to use your power but two of the womenthat were shooting at you were swooped up to the cieling. You look up and see the one and only Spider-Man. It seems that he meets your eye but you’re not sure because of his mask. You wave at him and he waves back before he keeps moving. You try to keep up with him but it seems that he’s fast at crawling on the ceiling. You enter the room he went in and as you do you’re sent back with a big force and making everything go black.

When you wake up you don’t know what time it is or where exactly you are. Theirs rubble and dust everywhere making your eyes watery and go into a cough fit. You check yourself for any injuries but you don’t have any just you’re new forming bruise on your back now. You pick yourself up and pat off some of the dust. You hear the sound of a distant siren making you realize of someone else who was here. Spider man. In a quick pace you make your way to where you saw him go in last. You look around and see the very weapon you were here to save was in pieces. Their were some of the people that were here to take them on the ground. You ignore them and go and try find Spider-Man.

You hear the sirens get closer so you pick up your pace to try and find Spider-Man faster. You finally see his red suit and it seemed that he was under rubble. You ran over to him and shake him a little to see if he would wake up but he was unconscious. You lift the rubble as best you can before struggling to get him out. You try and pick him up but he’s a bit to heavy and somehow you manage to get him up. You wrap your arms around him and as you do you realize that he’s much smaller person then he appears in the news. You begin to drag him somewhere you could help him out in secret without the police trying to arrest the both of you.

You make it an alleyway far apart from the building and sit him down. You feel sweat go down your forehead so you take off your mask. You didn’t really care if Spider-Man woke up right now and saw your face. You knew about him enough to trust him. After all he does fight along Iron man.

You grab some alcohol and bandages from your bag that you always carry when you’re out and about trying to help out the city and people. You clean his wound that’s above his waist. You move on to his wound that’s just above his jawline. As you’re about to clean his big gash you then begin to freak out mentally because you’re here helping Spider-Man even if he didn’t know you were. As youre about to put alcohol on his wound it seemed that did something because he flinched and moved making him fall to the ground on his side.

“Woah woah woah.” He began to say as he put his hands on the outline of his mask. You back up and put your hands up. He probably thought you were trying to see who he was but you weren’t.

“Hey Hey I’m just cleaning your wound! I’m just helping out! Promise.” You have your hands up and you heard him gasp loudly under his mask. He backed up and stayed quiet. “I was the one also trying to stop them you saw me and you helped me out! Promise I’m not trying to see who you were Just simply helping out.” You ramble on. Something you do when nervous.

He gets up slowly his hands going to his wound. You hear him wince and you’re about to help him but he moves his hand to his neck and to the lining of his mask. You move forward and put your hand on his.

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to I can live without knowing.” You tell him as you move your hand to your side. That doesn’t stop him though because he pulls his mask off slowly. He winced again as he was taking it off because of the his gash on his face. You shuffle where you stand akwardly not knowing what to do as he took it off. But as he completely took off his mask and he revealed his face your eyes went wide and you gasped and moved your hand up to your mouth. You take a step back as you saw who it was.

“Peter.” You whisper.

“Hey.” He says in a soft voice. You don’t know what to say at first but then everything starts to make since. All those times he was late to school or didn’t make it to those days where you wanted to hangout with just him, and Ned. That time where he missed school and came back with a bruise. He was with iron man.

“You’re Spider-Man... makes since.” You say still in a quiet voice. “Well I’m you know now Uhmm well the Physic angel or whatever don’t really like the name but you know I—- I’ll just stop now.... Hi peter.” You keep rambling on not knowing what to say to him but you think maybe a sorry should work.

“Look I’m so—-“ you both start saying a the same time before realizing it and stopping it. You signaled him to go first he hesitated wanting you talk first but he continued on.

“I’m sorry for not telling you before I just didn’t want to.... put you in danger.... I wanted to I really did but I didn’t want to risk it and then if something happened because I did then I don’t think I could live with myself.” He explained as he scratched the back of his head. You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder.

“It’s fine peter I understand I did the same thing. I hid my other part of my life and distanced myself for the same reason I’m sorry.” He looked up to you finally meeting your gaze. He smiled as he saw your smile but his seemed like a shy smile. His smile made you feel butterflies in your stomach him just being her made you feel like your heart was beating faster in your chest. He looked down at again and rubbed the back of his neck. He stepped back and seemed to be struggling with something.

“You okay peter?” You ask reaching out for him with your hand. He looked up to you and got close again but this time closer than before.

“I was just thinking of how right now I could’ve died and—“

“But you didn’t you’re fine Peter don’t say that.” You inturrupt him.

“I know but I still could’ve and I would’ve died without letting you know something.....I’m sorry it has to be here and now but I can’t hide it anymore...y/n I..... I-I really li-like y-you like more then friends and I have for a long time I just never had the nerves to tell ac-“ he keeps rambling on but you inturrpet him with a kiss. He seemed suprised by the sudden action but he then melted into the kiss and put his hand on your cheek. The kiss felt like fireworks went off. It felt great and right like you were missing apart of something. He pulled apart but his faces was still inches from yours.

“I would understand you know if you don’t want to date you know because of what we do. Of who we are.... I know it’s not easy and I would understand.” He said makind you giggle. A blush crept onto his face and he seemed confused on why you were laughing.

“Peter if that kiss didn’t tell you that I liked you and wanted to be with you then maybe I can show you again but peter I like you too. I have for a while too. And you know us having another identity and doing hero stuff shouldn’t matter and I just realized that. We’re just ordinary people who deserve to do ordinary people stuff and not let our hero stuff get in the way.” You tell him causing him to smile. “We’re just ordianry people.”

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[ooftherails]

j’taime 🥀🌷

Word Count: roughly 1676

Summary: Peter breaks up your friendship for no apparent reason.

A/N: You’re french oop.

You sat alone at your lunch table. A few weeks ago you had friends. You had somebody. Peter had been your best friend since 5th grade. It was amazing how in a matter of seconds anything can happen. Peter just suddenly stopped talking to you. It seemed like Ned was your replacement "enfant stupide." (Stupid kid) you muttered as you ate your sandwich. "Who, Peter..?' You jumped, scared. it was Michelle. You sighed and nodded. Michelle shrugged and spoke up, "I don't know half of what you just said but it seemed hostile.. Not that I care." You continued eating your sandwich, thinking of peter, you knew you had grown feelings; strong ones.

It had become more than a silly crush but you brushed it off. "Its nothing.." you muttered as michelle rolled her eyes and left. 'Why me..? What did I do..?' You thought as you packed you book in your backpack. Making eye contact with Peter, you quickly looked away and leave the cafeteria. Peter shook his head and continued talking to Ned.

Homework had been a big part of Your daily schedule and you never left it for something else. How else were you supposed to get into your favourite college..? Yet, the impossible seemed possible. "It'll be fun.." your friend spoke whilst you huffed on the other end of the phone. "I don't think so.." You responded as you played with a strand of your hair "I have homewo-." Your friend interrupted You “Homework. Blah blah, whats a bit of work when we could go have some fun..?" You sighed and nodded your head. Although your friend couldn't see you. "I'll be there, goodbye." You hung up and sighed, in frustration this time. Getting up, you stretched. 'Great, why do I agree to such things..?' You thought. Stalking toward your closet, you picked out some shorts and a yellow blouse. You was determined to have a fun night although it wasn't your scene. Looking around, you grab ‘Forget me' a book you were determined to finish.

Loud music could be heard and the smell of alcohol was faint but nonetheless could be picked up as you drove through the unfamiliar neighbourhood. Finally reaching the house, You park to the side. Since the houses parking lot is filled to the brim with cars, you can't really park there. Quickly spoting your friend on the lawn, You get out of the car and jog towards her. "hey..!" Your friend shouted making you roll your eyes playfully. "Whats the point of this..?" You asked as you forced a smile. “Listen.." Your friend paused and looked at you seriously. "We're teenagers, live a little. Get yourself out there." You sighed whilst hearing your closest friend talk. "Anyway, I'm gonna go, see ya (nickname)." That little nickname made your heart pang with hurt. Peter used to call you That. You shook your head in sadness and made your way towards the front door. Opening the door, right there and then, your eyes met with Peters'. His glare was impossible to miss. You whimpered quietly and walked towards the living room. "Penis Parker, what's up? So where's your pal Spider-Man? Let me guess: In Canada with your imaginary girlfriend? Oh wait, that's not Spider-Man. That's just Ned in a red shirt" Flash simply pissed you off. The tears built up in your eyes had gone away as anger began to fill you. "Shut up..!" You shouted making Flash stop his djaying. "You keep saying all of this shit yet what are you good for..?" Flash scoffed and kept on djaying, not saying another word. Suddenly, Peter grabbed your shoulder roughly and led you to an unoccoupied bathroom. "What's your deal?!" He sneers "What's your problem?!" You snaps back. This had been the first time in weeks he had spoken to you. "I don't get it, why the fuck are you sticking up for me, so you can break me down all over again..?!" He replies. "W-what are you talking about..?" You were genuinely confused. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let him see the damage he had caused. "Oh I don't know, that i'm an insolent idiot and more naive than a baby..? How could you do that..?!?" You paused and your eyes widened as you realised what he was talking about.

—Flashback—

You aren’t the gossip type yet you seem to get dragged into it all the time. Flash had spread rumours that you supposedly liked him. You snort. "Please, I would never have a crush on such an insolent idiot. That guy is more naive than a baby. Yea he likes me and we’re friends but I would never like him back" You knew no one could hear what you said or they would tell Flash. Yet, Peter was there listening to the conversation. It was by accident. The poor kid was looking for a trash can. The paper ball in his hand crumpled as he squeezed in anger, sadness, and disappointment. He couldn't believe what his best friend was saying behind his back. Of course it wasn't about him but he thought otherwise. He never heard the word 'Flash' or anything apart from the insult. He had a crush on you and Flash-your friend- accidentally found out so thats why he thought it was about him. It was stupid, really. Ever since then, Peter cut off all connections and led on with his life.

—Flashback Over—

"Peter, I—" You pause, struggling to get the words out. "I wasn't talk-." Peter interrupts you "I fucking hate you!!" He pushes you. whimper leave your mouth and Peter's eyes suddenly turn soft as if he just realises what he did. "Oh m-my god I." You storm out of the bathroom and leave without turning back for some fresh air. getting in your car, you go to the first place that crosses your mind; the place where you would always go with Parker, which was a specific bench in a nearby park. The blinking lights of the streets glare on your window; it had rained that day.

You pulled up at the park and left your car, locking it behind you. The fresh smell of wet leaves bring back memories of the old times. "What the hell happened..?" You muttered sadly.

You walk over to the unoccupied bench which was surprisingly dry. Sitting down, you gets lost in thought. You finally snap back when someone taps her shoulder. Surprised, you look over, "S-Spiderman?" You ask; startled. After You stormed out, Peter decided to follow you, as Spider-man though. He didin't want to fight. "you come here too..?" he asks. You slowly nods, looking down  at your feet, "well.. I used to, I don't really pass by here anymore.." You whisper in the silent cold night. "Why not?" he asks, pretending to be curious. You sigh. "just brings back memories that I'd rather forget.." You reply. His heart shattered, "oh.. why?" he manages to say. You look up at the tree in the distance, its' leaves peacefully drifting in the wind, "There's this person that heard me say something that was meant for someone else.  T-they thought I was directing it to them.." you said, your eyes flooding with tears. "Well, what happened..?" he asks, trying to untangle the mess that was made, and trying to understand it. "But I don't even know you. Why should I tell you..?" You responded back, barely a whisper. Scratching the back of his head, Spidey shrugged "It's always nice to vent..?" You nodded slowly, "Well, a friend at my school; Flash, had spread false rumors about me liking him, and one of my friends; Peter, overheard me when I said that I'd never like Flash because he is a 'naïve insolent idiot'. But I think my friend didn't hear me say Flash so he didn't know  I was talking about Flash.. so..-- so, he took it personally and assumed i was talking about him instead .." you say, disappointed, looking back down. "Its quite stupid actually but now Peter won't talk to me." You vented, tears ran down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. "It hurts, Y'know..? I miss him. His fluffy hair, beautiful eyes, his dorky personality." Peter's heart ached with sadness. How could he have done a thing to such a nice person. At this point he just wanted to hug you tightly and never let you go, to stop you from crying. He was an idiot to think you were talking about him.

"I'm so so sorry.." He spoke out. You laughed sadly, "It's not your fault." You paused for a moment. "Wait, why are you sorry.." You was confused. Spiderman slowly slides the mask off his face, revealing his true identity. You gasp and turn red. "P-Peter?" He looks down at the ground. You quickly realise who you just vented to. You looks over to the distant tree once again, the leaves still softly blowing in the wind and sniffle. He whispers, "Im sorry...for assuming..everything, I-." He stops to think. "I didn't mean to hurt you.." You turns over to look at him. Reaching out his hand, Peter wipes the tears off her rosey cheeks. He cups her face in his hands and looks down. You lift his head up, smile kindly, and whisper softly. “Même après tout ce temps, je t'aime toujours, Peter. Mes sentiments sont-ils destinés à être comme ça pour toujours ?Tout ce que je sais c'est que je t'aime, Peter."  (Even after all this time, I still love you, Peter. Are my feelings destined to be like this forever? All I know is I love you, Peter.) Peter looks at you akwardly and thinks as he tries to decifer what you just said. "Uh. Oui oui?" He laughs nervously as you tries to hold back a laugh, "I love you, idiot.~" Peter suddenly smile as if he won the lotto and chuckles. “More than friends?” Peter asks shyly. You lock your lips with his and kiss. “Does that answer your question, Mr.Parker?” You jokingly say. Peter’s cheeks go red as he nods.

"Rose"   "Yeah?"      "C-Can I kiss you?"   "Get over here."   

yEeHaw (aka tHe enD)

[bestfanimagines-blog]

Imagine helping Peter after he gets into a fight

W o r d C o u n t : 1 1 5 2

I lay in bed reading one of my favorite Stephen King's books when a soft yet crackling noise resonates above me and after a few seconds a few more. Even though it was soft, it disturbed me more than I wanted to admit to myself. Specially while still adapting to a whole new life here in NYC.

Being from a small town outside of London, I was used to live in a peacefully and uneventful environment and the whole change to New York has gotten my anxiety ringing all sort of bells.

I’ve been living with May and her nephew Peter for the last 5 months of my life and I can say it’s been the best 5 months. Moving here all by myself to a whole new country was scare, but as soon as I landed in their home I’ve felt happy, genuinely happy and the safest I’ve felt (excluding times when noises freaked me out). May treated me as if I was her own daughter while Peter made sure that both my life at home and at school were as smooth as a baby’s butt, which I’m profoundly grateful for.

With days passing, Peter had gone from my roommate to my best friend, I knew that whenever I needed someone to talk to, big or small, he’d be right there for me. And that’s what happened about 3 weeks ago... When I found Peter’s biggest secret... - it was an uneventful afternoon and I had a huge math test coming up so I needed that extra study, but somehow my headphones were missing, which made me venture myself into Peter’s room, maybe he wouldn’t mind if I used his for a few hours, when for my amazement, walking inside I see none other than... SPIDER-MAN!

And as you can imagine, that striked as very unfamiliar but also somewhat uncomfortable. I mean he literally was breaking into someone else’s house... but that’s when things got funny... Spider-Man decides to take off his mask (obviously unaware of my presence at the time) and I see that Spider-Man IS Peter! (But try and ignore I said that, it’s a secret, we’re not suppose to know about it !!)

And ever since then we’ve been completely inseparable, where I’d go Peter would follow and where Peter would go, I’d follow too. It was as simple as a true and meaningful and heartfelt friendships (even though sometimes maybe I felt more than that).

I gently put down my book, standing up and looking around the room - I knew May had gone out so I was pretty much alone and freaking out. I walk up to the window, carefully to make sure there were no serial killers on the balcony when I open the door and peek outside and that when Spider-Man drops into my balcony, somewhat limping and holding into his side. I jump back and gasp as he stands there, resting my hand on my chest.

“Oh my god Peter, you can’t do that...” I mumble softly, noticing now how badly injured he was and gasp softly.

“Oh shit, what happened?” I ask quickly as I drape an arm around his waist as he holds onto my neck and I help him inside and slowly walk him to bed, gently helping him sit, gently helping him with his mask as he pulls it off. As he does, I notice some of the bruises all over his face as well as some small cuts here and there, specially on his lower lip and bite my lip hard.

“If you think I look like crap, you should see the other guy...” He mumbles, giving me a weak grin and I can’t help but smile. Even hurt he kept his good humor, that was just one of many things I loved about him.

“I’ve told you before that you should be more careful with yourself... May hates when you come home like this and honestly I’m not a fan” I mumble as I gently help him strip his suit, kind of keeping my eyes on his, stopping myself from looking down at his... well everything!

“Oh what? Not a fan? British people are so hard to please aren’t they?” He grins softly as he kicks it off and I roll my eyes and take his suit on my arms.

“When it means you’re hurt, yes.” I mumble as I bite my lip. “Stay there, I’m gonna get some stuff to take care of your situation and I’ll bring your sweats and a T-shirt from your room. Please don’t move.” I mumble before walking out and heading to his room. I drop the suit in his desk chair and grab a few clean clothes before I walk into the bathroom and grab a few cotton pads along with some bandages and some rubbing alcohol.

I walk back into the room and watch him as he looks around my room and smiles when he sees me. “You know what, you’re worst than May when it comes to this, I’m a superhero... actually I’m an avenger and I can take care of myself...” he mumbles as he grins proudly while I start dipping some cotton pads into the alcohol and start cleaning up the small cuts on his face and he whimpers and I chuckle.

“I thought you were an Avenger and could take care of yourself.” I repeat jokingly at his reaction to the cotton pad and he rolls his yes yet again and smiles goofily up at me.

“Yes I just fought about 100 guys with guns... that makes me specially doesn’t it?” He smiles and I smile back, somewhat showing a proud smile.

“It makes you super special” I mumble softly as I toss the pad in the bin and I reach for another one and start cleaning up his bottom lip, that was yet again for the 3rd time this week bleeding. I gently dip the pad on the alcohol. “It’s gonna sting a little bit” I mumble as I gently start tapping on his lip gently. Standing between his legs as he sat on top of my bed semi naked and can’t help but look into his eyes for a moment and then down at his lips and blushing bright red. Once I’m done, I gently run my thumb over his bottom lip and in an impulse, I lean in and gently crash my lips against his, closing my eyes as I gently and tenderly kiss him. After a second, I feel him kiss me back and blush even harder, smiling softly against his lips.

“I’ll be sure that this isn’t my last fight, if this is what happens afterwards.” I chuckles and looks up at me, gently moving his hand to my hips.

I giggle and roll my eyes “Jus don’t die.” I smile and lean in and kiss him again.

[raeswritings]

Something New- Peter Parker *SMUT*

author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Hello! Could you do a Peter Parker smut? Praise kink? Maybe more sub!Peter? Lots of hickies on Peter, people might see at school 😉            

Warnings: smut, oral, slight bondage

A/N: Peter and the reader will be 17/18 years old in this. I also forgot the praise kink but i hope this will do :)

Sex wasn't new for you and Peter. Sex with Peter was great. He was always so loving, caring and gentle. That was the thing, you loved how he treated you with care but you wanted something a little different. Something not so bland and gentle. You wanted something more different and exciting. You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

Until one day, Peter was acting strange. The past week he's been more dominant; demanding things from you and among other things. At first you blew it off as him being stressed from school and being Spider-Man. By the end of the week you grew kind of concerned and confused of his behavior, so you decided to confront him about it.

You and Peter were having your typical Friday night in that consisted of movies and takeout. The movie was about 30 minutes in but that didn't matter since you both were tangled in each other's arms. You straddling his lap with your hands in his curly hair. His on your hips as his lips assault your neck with rough kisses; biting and sucking leaving love bites on the tender skin.

Moaning softly, you pulled away breathless. "Wait Pete. We need to talk."

"Why talk when we could doing something else." Peter said, kissing down your neck to your collar bones.

Softly pushing him back you cup your hands on his face effectively making him look into you eyes. "What's been up with you lately? You've been..different lately."

Peter looked into your eyes for a bit before sighing. His walls coming down. "I-I thought you w-wanted something different." You looked at him puzzled. "Something different? Peter what are you taking about?"

Peter sighed. "I overheard you talking to MJ about how I'm too boring. That you wanted something more exciting"

"Peter, you're not boring. True, I do want something different but only if you're okay with it." You softly say.

Relief clear as day in his eyes, Peter let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "W-what did you have in mind?" He timidly asked.

Instantly your cheeks began to redden as you cover your face. "Pete, we don't have to do this." Your voice muffled by your hands.

Peter softly removed your hands looking into your eyes with the most loving expression on his face. "I want to. I want to please you as you please me."

"I-um I want to be in control." You mumbled looking everywhere but Peter.

"I didn't quite hear you." He smirked, jokingly leaning closer to you.

"Peter," You whined. "I know you heard me and I'm not going to say it again. It’s embarrassing."

Peter laughed "I know love, I just like seeing you all flustered and cute." He placed a kiss on your head before pulling back to look at you with curiosity in his eyes. "What else do you like or want to try?" He asked.

Feeling somewhat confident and comfortable you answered honestly. "I wanna tie you up and be on top. Like I want to be the dominant for once."

Peter's face become red as he imagines you riding him, the sound of your moans as you use him to get off, the image of your breast bouncing as you move. He could feel himself harden just at the thought of it all. "O-Okay. L-Lets do it." He stutters, the old, shy and awkward Peter comes back.

"Wait. Really?!" You squeal, you've been dreaming, no wanting this since forever. So it was safe to say that you were pretty excited that Peter agreed. You honestly expected him to say no. Peter nodded his head, not finding the strength for words. You let out another squeal of excitement, pulling Peter to his bedroom, silently thanking god that May had an overnight shift.

Once inside Peter's bedroom, you kissed Peter and started walking him backwards towards his bed. The back of his knees hit the bed causing him to sit down, bringing you with him. You straddled him with your hands tangled in his hair pulling softly at the curls. Peter moaned at the sensation, using this to your advantage, you slipped your tongue past his lips deepening the kiss. Wanting some type of friction to ease Peter's hardening member, his hands went to your hips gently moving them back and forth. Both of you let out moans and sighs, enjoying the feeling. Your hand goes the bottom of Peter's shirt and gives it a light tug. Peter caught on what you wanted, breaking kiss pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in a random direction. Following his actions, your shirt and bra was tossed aside.

Before continuing, you got up ignoring Peter's protest and went into his closet, coming out with one of his suit ties. Smiling softly you led to the headboard of his bed, tying his hands to it as tight as possible. Making sure its tight enough so he can't use his strength to break free but also where it won't hurt him, you pull back to admire your handy work before looking at Peter. HIs lips swollen from the kisses shared between you, his hair all over the place from having you run you hands through it and tugging it here and there, his eyes full of love, adoration and lust. Peter seemed to get a little impatient as he tugged on his restrained hands. "Y/N please. I need you. Do something." He breathes.

Loving him like this, you straddle his waist kissing and nipping at his neck, collar bones and chest areas leaving love bites whilst grinding on Peter's hard member. Peter tugs on his wrist, surprised that he doesn't rip it with his strength. "Baby, please. I-I need something." Peter begged, not used to being denied of his pleasures. You grant him his wants as you take off the rest of his and your clothes off. Your hand goes down his chest to his erected member, standing and waiting for attention. Peter lets out a hiss as you softly kiss the head of his staff. You slowly sink your head down taking Peter in your mouth and begin to bob your head, using your hands for what you can't take in your mouth. "Fuck. Keep going baby." Peter groans as his eyes meets yours.

Hollowing your mouth, you begin to suck harsher. One of your hands goes to Peter's balls, softly massaging them. Peter bucks his hips upward moaning. "Just like that. Fuck just like that." Hearing Peter's moans and groans of pleasure turns you on knowing that you are able to pleasure him just as much as he pleasures you, making you become slick with want. It doesn't take long before you feel him twitch in your mouth, you pull away right before he cums. Peter's sounds of displeasure and whines fill the room. "What the hell Y/N!!"

"I just wanted you to cum in me." You say innocently, Peter's eyes are filled with lust and want as he groans, helplessly wanting the release you denied him. Smiling as he groans again you decide to end his and your own torture, straddling him you slowly lower yourself on his member, both of you moaning, finally giving into the pleasures that only you can give each other. You put your hands on Peter's chest for stability as you find a pleasurable pace for you both. You lean down to kiss at Peter's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin where his neck and shoulder meet, surely leaving marks for everyone to see. Peter groans as he pulls on his wrist, desperately wanting to get a hold of your hips and breast, something to anchor him down as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. "Y/N, I'm close." He grunts as you clench around him, the feeling alone can make him undone.

"Hold it Pete. I'm almost there." You pant as you ride him faster, your hand going in between your bodies. Your fingers on your clit as you rub harsh circles on it, moaning at the sensation and moaning at the sound of Peter's moan and groans of pleasure. You feel something in you snap, the feeling creeping up on you as you clench around Peter's member. "Now Peter. Come for me baby, please." Peter tugs harshly on his wrist as he lets go, shooting his seed in you whilst saying your name as a prayer. You halt your motions as your orgasm hits you, moaning in pure ecstasy.

Breathing heavily, you dismount yourself from Peter with a low hiss as you untie his wrist before throwing yourself next to him tiredly. Peter puts his arms around your body and brings you against him. "God, I love you. We definitely have to do that again." Peter said kissing your head then stares at the ceiling with a smile on his face. 

Sadly the weekend came to an end, Peter was currently at his locker getting books for his morning classes when Ned popped up. "Whoa Peter, were you bit by another spider over the weekend?" Ned teased once he saw the hickeys on Peter's neck. Peter thought that his shirt collar being higher than normal will cover them up but of course they didn't.

Peter closed his eyes, sighing. Peter was tired of getting teased. First it was Tony who first saw them when Peter showed up at the Avenger tower. Tony had of course congratulated him on becoming a man or something along those lines. Then it was the other Avengers, and now Ned. But what did Peter expect, Ned notices everything.

"No Ned." Peter said closing his locker and turning to him. Before Peter can continue, he felt arms around him as you came giving Peter a kiss on her cheek, followed by the sound of MJ's voice. "Wow Y/N, you did a number on him."

Groaning Peter's face became red with embarrassment. "Cheer up, Pete. Now everyone will know your mine like I am yours." You smile as you move into his line of sight. Peter can see the little marks on your neck clear as day, it gave him joy to see you showing off his mark. Peter shook his head as the bell ring, hoping that the hickeys will heal before he comes home. He did not want May to see them. That will only lead up to her having an awkward conversation with him. He didn't want that, not again.