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have a wip that i fear will break tony stark fans. Anyway stay tuned for my 'peter introducing his gf to tony, and leaving them while he goes for this nightly rounds without much thought. grave mistake'
or at least that's what i'm calling it for now. i don't support cheating unless it's fictional and sexy thank yew
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summary: peter parker and reader are best friends but have zero senses of boundaries/personal space. cuddling and they fall asleep, but reader wakes up to Peter having a dirty dream and thrusting into her. She wakes him up so he can finish what he started. Wrote this with tasm!peter in mind but can be any! warnings: lowkey loser!peter, SMUT, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, pull-out method. 1.7k+ wc
When Peter had snuck into your bedroom through your window, you'd been waiting for him worriedly. He didn't crash in your room this late often, so you knew something must have happened. You had a pair of sweatpants and a sweater folded neatly at the edge of your bed just in case you'd be asleep when he finally came in, but it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you were so anxious for your best friend that you just couldn't fall asleep. When your window finally rattled, signalling Peter's arrival, you jumped up to welcome him, stretching your bare legs, clad only in your small, loose sleep shorts. "You scared me Pete! I thought something happened to you, are you okay?"
The boy ripped his mask off, shutting the window close behind him and immediately beginning to strip, groaning in pain as he moved his muscles. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just-ugh long night with thieves and gangsters or whatever." he scoffed. The second Peter threw his suit on the back of your chair, tugging the sweatpants over his hips, his hands reached for your waist, closing the distance between you and digging his head in the crook of your neck. You rubbed a hand up and down his bare back, sweater lying on your bed, completely ignored. "Oh I'm sorry you had a rough night Pete." You muttered, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. "Can we-can we just cuddle please?" Your best friend shyly asked, his words muffled against your skin.
Taking his hand in yours, you led Peter into your bed, settling in against the pillows with your legs spread wide enough for Peter to fit between them, just how you both liked it. Peter followed you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and laying his head against your chest, letting you play with his hair once you'd pulled the covers over your tangled bodies and turned off the lights. It didn't take long for either of you to doze off, the darkness of the early a.m's serenading you into a deep sleep.
You only began stirring a couple of hours later. You couldn't help it. You moaned, a mix of sleepiness and pleasure, squeezing your legs for friction when your pussy throbbed, but something was in the way, blocking your legs from each other. Instead, your hips lifted up, where they were able to grind against something, creating more friction against your warm core. It was only when you realised that whatever you were able to get stimulation from was still grinding against you that your eyes snapped open. Groggily, you took in your surroundings, suppressing a whine. Peter still laying between your legs, head resting against your chest, where your tank top was beginning to slip down, the strap having fallen off your shoulder long ago.
Although Peter's head was still, the rest of his body wasn't; his hands gripped at the sheets and he was rubbing himself right where you needed him the most. He must have been having a dream. You blinked a couple of times, waking yourself up. This is so wrong, you thought. You had to wake him up. Your hand came up to his shoulder, and just as you grasped it, about to shake him awake, a loud whine interrupted you. Frozen in shock, you reconsidered your decision, before snapping out of it and shaking Peter's shoulder roughly. The boy's movements stalled momentarily, and his head lifted up from your chest to see where he was. In the silence, you heard yourself panting, and had to stop yourself from bucking your hips up to meet Peter's.
"Peter?" At the sound of your voice, Peter's head snapped up, and his eyes met yours in an awkward gaze. Slowly, his mouth dropped open and he scrambled up on the bed, away from you. "Y/n, I am so, so, sorry." He whispered, but his eyes trailed down to where your legs instantly closed, squeezing against each other. When they fell back open, he spotted a dark, wet spot in the middle of your grey shorts. "Pete?" He heard your voice at the same time the smell of your arousal hit him, and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his skull. He was suddenly grateful of his spider-senses, his eyes trailing back to where you were staring at him, biting your bottom lip nervously.
You sat up shyly, leaning forward to grab Peter's wrist, and suddenly, the boy was pouncing on you, pressing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. Peter's forehead knocked against yours a couple of times in his hurry, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you're tilting your head to the side and separating your lips so he can deepen the kiss as much as possible, without a care of how sloppy Peter's inexperience made him kiss you. Peter pulled away from you suddenly, panting heavily. "I'm sorry, are you-" "Pete please, please fuck me." You whined, hooking your fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants he wore to pull him closer to you.
Though Peter was already clumsily tugging his sweatpants down his legs and freeing himself from his boxers, he still had the decency of asking "Are you sure?" While pressing kisses all over your neck. Instead of answering, you pushed him away enough to make space for you to pull your shorts off, tossing them somewhere in the room. "Fuck, fuck" Peter cursed, rushing to pull his sweatpants all the way down, but he was already being pulled back to you, and a hand was wrapping around his hard cock. Peter moaned loudly, trying to hide the sound in the crook of your neck as you pumped his cock a couple of times in your hand. "Whenever you're ready sweetheart." You teased, spreading your legs even more.
Peter grabbed his cock, whimpering as he dragged it up your slit, collecting your juices before spreading them down his shaft with his hand. God, you smelled so delicious. He would have to get a taste of your cunt soon. Peter pushed into you slowly, breathing in shakily when he saw the way your back arched. He lowered himself closer to you, forearms on either side of your head as he began thrusting into you at a fast pace from the very beginning. You gasped loudly, hands immediately grabbing onto Peter's back and pulling his body closer to you. "Fuck!" You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillows.
You wrapped your legs around Peter's back, pushing him impossibly deeper into you and you gasped, eyes widening as the situation hit you. You were having sex with your best friend... and you were enjoying it. Peter steadily thrusted his hips into your sopping pussy, leaning his weight on one hand as the other one reached for the fallen strap of your tank top, pulling it even lower. You gasped as your tit became exposed and Peter grasped the hard nipple between his fingers before leaning down to put it in his mouth, suckling on the sensitive nub. You both cried out at the same time, the stimulation becoming too much as you became aware of how deliciously Peter's pelvis rubbed against your clit from how deeply he was thrusting into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust.
Out of nowhere, Peter let out a loud whine, his mouth separating from your nipple with a loud 'pop', his hips stuttering and he immediately pulled out of you, leaving you crying out in disappointment as he emptied his load onto your stomach. Your eyes widened in shock, jaw going slack as Peter caught his breath, before you saw his face turn a dark shade of pink, flush with humiliation. "I'm so-I'm so sorry. I-Shit y/n." And suddenly, Peter's arms were wrapping around your thighs and tugging you down the bed as he ducked his head down, licking a bold stripe up your slit. "Oh my god!" You moaned, both hands coming down to grip his brown hair, hips bucking up into his face. Peter's lips attached around your clit, sucking harshly, and as your eyes rolled to the back of your head you realised maybe Peter wasn't as unexperienced as you thought he was.
Squeezing your legs around his head, you moaned, feeling Peter's fingers probing at your entrance. Immediately, he pushed three of his fingers into you, lips still wrapped around you clit. A sob racked your chest forward, tears of pleasure filling your eyes as you arched your back into Peter's touch. Peter's free hand snaked under your tank top, finding your untouched breast to play around with, pinching at your nipple as his pace on your cunt quickened. Peter latched off your clit, mumbling against you "Come on baby." Just as his fingers grazed your g-spot, making you go numb in the brain, you tugged at his hair, pushing your hips up with a whine. Peter's tongue returned to your clit, helping to push you towards your orgasm.
With a loud string of moans, you came undone on Peter's fingers, head pushing back into the pillows before you were trying to pull Peter back up, tugging his hair until he obeyed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him again. Peter moaned when your lips met his, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, finally taking his fingers out of your pulsating pussy so he could slither both hands under you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "I swear to god, I never cum this early." He spoke when you pulled away, a worried look in his eyes. "Please, I'll prove it to you." He begged. "I think it's cute that I got you to cum so quick. Means you like me." You responded cockily, playing with the long hairs at the top of his forehead.
"I do! I do like you y/n! Can I please be your boyfriend? Please?" The way Peter's making doe eyes at you has you giggling giddily in his arms, humming slightly with a nod before you begin to doze back off to sleep.
"Wait y/n, I need to clean you up first!"
I'm travelling in a week for a week, and I might have some time to write at night, so choose what I write while I'm away... I have already written a Sirius Black fic and an Aaron Hotchner fic that are both ready to be posted next week, so here are some options for the week after.
Also, I'll be gone in a week, therefore you have 24h to choose...
A) Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there.
B) James Potter is just a big softie with a praise kink and a girlfriend who feeds it.
D) Reader wakes George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow but George is feeling quite frisky and drags you behind a tree to give you some pleasure.
E) Nervous, nerdy Peter Parker always seems to have his eyes fixed on you whenever he stays on the bleachers 'reading his book', so you decide to confront him after practice, but it goes a little differently than you'd expected.
F) Steve Rogers looked a little too close to Natasha's new recruited vigilante spy at practice and needs to blow off some steam afterwards in his room, but little does he know she's listening in through the door.
G) Who knew a mere mortal woman could have Thor, the strongest god in all nine realms wrapped around her finger like a teenage boy?
Summary: In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say: 3 times Bucky did things for you, and the 1 time you did something for him. SMUT!!!
2.9k wc
Natasha knew body language better than anyone. Tony knew how to play the knight in shining armour better than any hero in the old tales they told.
So of course, they were the first ones to pick up on the little game you were playing. It had started the second you were back from under the ice, charming anyone you spoke to with your 1940's valley girl accent, using words you'd only hear in old television. Men fell at your feet the second words came out of your mouth, offering you anything you'd dream of, and it didn't have anything to do with the super-soldier serum in your system either. You politely declined every time, but eventually understood the kind of power you held.
The second charming method they noticed you had came from your gorgeous smile. The moment you looked up at someone through your long lashes and beamed widely, looking so innocent and kind, people were willing to give you the clothes off their back if you asked. Of course, you never accepted anything from complete strangers. The two Avengers had come to their conclusion that you were still accustoming yourself to the norms of the new world, unaware of your ability to bewitch people with your natural appeal, however it was not long before they were proven wrong.
They didn't know if it was the fact that you were so familiar to Bucky and Steve, a comfort amongst all things new that made them more vulnerable to do anything for you, or if it was just your flirt, but they were immediately intrigued after seeing your interactions with the soldiers. They'd seen the way you spoke to the two soldiers just after coming out of the ice and hadn't noticed anything unusual apart from the fact you'd essentially come out of a time machine. As the weeks, months passed, they knew your intentions.
It had started by witnessing a simple conversation between you and the two soldiers. "Well I'm all nerves about going to speak to Agent Fury about that last mission. He's going to get all bent and blow a fuse." The two soldiers stood either side of you turned to face you in such synchrony it had almost been comical. Bucky was the first to speak, "Don't worry doll, I can go speak to him if you'd like. You shouldn't be the one he chews out." "Anyway," Cuts in Steve "We were the ones who screwed up honey, not you." From across the kitchen, Natasha rolled her shoulders back, nudging Tony with her elbow lightly as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Their eyes widened slightly at the wide smile sprawling itself on your face, peeking back and forth between the two men.
"Really? You boys don't have to do that just for me." Steve straightened his posture impossibly at your comment, but it was Bucky who beat him to the comment. "Honey, I'd do anything for a broad like you." You cocked your head to the side, a hand coming up to rest on his muscled bicep. "Why, thank you Sergeant. You dreamboats are too kind". Natasha's eyes trailed over to Tony when the three of you finally left, the two boys accompanying you seemingly wherever you wanted to go. "See, I didn't understand half of that conversation, but they are wrapped around her finger." Tony hummed "She's smarter than we thought."
The second time they witnessed it, they were convinced that you did it on purpose, their image of you quickly turning from innocent and naive to a femme fatale, manipulating men into thinking they're doing things for you because they want to. You'd all been hitting the bars, only missing Thor from the team. You had been occupying a large round booth, wedged between Bucky and Natasha, giggling with her about the man she found attractive sat at the bar, whilst the four men at the table shared stories. Natasha's eyes were quickly drawn to your hand as you placed it on Bucky's thigh, the man putting his own hand over yours almost instantly as he glanced down at you. You returned his look, grinning widely before turning back to your conversation with the tall red-head.
Natasha carried on with the conversation, pretending not to notice the intimate moment you'd shared with the soldier, but her jaw went slack nonetheless when Bucky leaned closer to you not two minutes later, whispering "You're drinking a margarita, right?" And rising from his seat when you nodded at him, humming in agreement. Bucky joined the group once more with two drinks in hand: one for him and one for you, smiling proudly when you cocked your head to the side, insisting he didn't have to. He only wrapped one muscled arm around your shoulders as a response, pulling you closer to him despite the humidity of the bar.
When you leant your head on Bucky's shoulder, stealing a glimpse up at him though, Natasha was no longer assured that those tricks up your sleeve were to get what you wanted. Perhaps you used them to get who you wanted. She sipped her drink instead of making a comment, afraid to scare you away with any questions when you'd only just begun getting close to her. Maybe in a couple of weeks during a girls' trip to the bathroom she'd bring up your relationship with him.
That girls' trip didn't end up being in a bathroom, but in a changing room, because next time something so significant had happened, the entire team was training together for the first time in a while, and Steve had declared that you were all doing a round robin. If you were still in the military, sure - you'd have moaned about it, throwing your head back in disappointment and hoping your supervisor hadn't seen you complain. But now, with the super-serum in your bloodstream? Well, you supposed you could be in a worst position, like Tony's, who didn't have any super-powers or spy training. With so many of you on the team, it'd take numerous matches for everyone to have their turn against each of their teammates, so after a quick warm-up, everyone had settled down on the mats of the martial arts training area to watch.
Soon later, everyone who was sat on the mats was trying to catch their breath as two team-mates sparred on the mats. Tony stood after Thor and Steve's match, adding another tally next to Thor's name on the big planning whiteboard before turning around with a wide smirk on his face. "Last match of the day." Bucky hopped up from next to you, sticking a hand out for you to take. Hesitantly, you took it, only for him to pull you up to your feet. "Us?" You asked, only for him to nod. "Well, I'm gonna let you have it, Barnes." You teased, tightening your ponytail. "Oh come on, might as well reach for the sky now, y/n."
"Steve, what the hell are they saying?" Called out Clint, leaning over to see the blonde man from across Natasha. "She's gonna hit him hard, and he says she should just give up now." Replied the man, taking another sip from his water. Tony picked up the whistle next to him, blowing into it, before scrambling back to watch with the others. The second the time started, Bucky faltered - how the hell was he supposed to hit you? But there was already a fist flying to his face which he barely dodged, instead swatting your wrist away from him.
You stared at him intensely from behind your fists, shielding your face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Come on Barnes!" Steve yelled from the sidelines. Bucky's face mirrored yours, his eyes laced with confusion, but he threw a fist anyhow, going for a body shot instead of your face. Nevertheless, you moved to the right, dodging his fist, and grabbing his arm as leverage to help you jump up. You threw your right leg over his shoulder, and behind his neck, swinging your other leg over his second shoulder, and crossing it over your right leg to trap his arm between your legs and over your torso. You tensed your quads as much as you could, hoping the triangle choke would work on him, but instead he used his metal arm to push your thigh over his head as much as he could. It was working, slowly but surely.
"Fuck" you muttered when he slipped his head in the gap between his shoulder and your thigh. You were now essentially hanging onto his arm, both legs over one shoulder. Before he could react, you flexed your core muscles, and sat up onto his shoulder. You released his arm, jumping off his shoulder so you landed behind him, and softly push-kicked him the back so he stumbled forward. As he did though, one hand reached behind him and grabbed your ankle, so you were dragged along with him. You slipped onto your back as he fell forward but Bucky was quicker, getting up instantly to straddle your hips. He leaned forward, above you, trying to get his arms around your neck to get you in a chokehold, but the second you giggled, he shot back up again.
"Sorry, that tickled." You insisted, hand coming to your neck to play the part better, a broad smile gracing your lips. Just as Bucky opened his mouth to say something, you reached out to grab both his hands, bucking your hips up and turning to the side to flip him over. You were on top of him in the blink of an eye, mimicking his movements as your arms snaked around his neck. You successfully put him in the same chokehold he had tried to put you in, but when you twisted your wrists, the blood supply to his face immediately cut off and you felt his hand tapping you twice on the shoulder. "You cheat." Was the first thing he said after his gasp for air, but you only shrugged, rolling off his chest. "I was only using sources available to me."
You giggled as you ran off to catch up to Natasha, already waiting for you by the doors to the changing room. "So..." She started, quite obviously. "So... What?" You echoed, looking up at her curiously, shimmying out of your shorts. You turn around so your back faces her as you struggle out of your sports bra, wrapping your towel around your sweaty body before spinning back around. "You and Bucky. This flirting has been going on for weeks. Do you like him, are you dating?" You laughed, cocking your head to the side. "You don't know?" She shook her head quickly, sitting down on a bench. On the other hand, you just opened one of the doors to the clean showers, calling out to her.
"Well, before the ice, me and Buck knew each other from the military, we got along well. The only problem was, he was my superior. I couldn't possibly make a pass at him and be known as the soldier who had the nerve to try and lay paws on her superior. But there was always something there..." At the lack of response, you stuck your head back out of the shower, to make sure Natasha was still there. "Natasha?" The spy looked at you with her mouth wide open in shock. "What!? And you never told me?" You shrugged, turning the water on. "Well I thought y'all knew."
Her silence told you enough about how much she really knew. As she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, you submerged yourself in the water, massaging shampoo into your hair, hearing flashes of "before the ice" and "he was your superior?" so you assumed she was still talking to you, even though you ignored most of what she said. You barely heard her goodbye and the sound of the changing room door opening and closing one more time, before the sound of water running was all you could hear.
"Y/n? Natasha let me in, she said you were done." You perked up at the sound of Bucky's voice, exclaiming "Here!" He approached the sound of your voice, stopping when he realised Natasha had deceived him. He stood in front of the dark wooden door, watching the steam dance in the space above your door. "Is it anything urgent?" The towel hanging from the door disappeared into the other side, and Bucky realised shaking his head wasn't enough of an answer because the door swung open to reveal you, soaking wet and completely naked with the exception of the small towel that barely covered your private parts. "Oh! Hey you!" You exclaimed, taken aback at his proximity, yet smiling all the while.
Bucky stood frozen in place, mouth ajar as he search for his words. "I'm sorry, I- I, you look beautiful." You giggled at his words, approaching his shirtless, freshly showered figure. His long hair was wet and skin was glistening, and he only wore a pair of jogger shorts to conceal himself. You have to admit, they weren't doing a great job and covering the growing tent in them. Your eyes trailed back up his body to meet his, smiling at him again. "Anything I can help you with, Sergeant?" Bucky's hands hesitantly rose to meet your hips. "I-No it's fine." Your hand met his and you dragged him with you three steps backwards, back into the shower you had just exited. You reached your arm behind him, locking the door once more.
"You're sure?" Bucky shook his head, pulling your hips flush against his as he slammed his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You gasped as your towel started to unravel, but you didn't try to stop it, wrapping your arms around Bucky's shoulders instead. When he separated from you, opening his eyes, they immediately widened, and his bit his lip, poorly trying to suppress a moan. You pushed Bucky back gently, urging him to sit on the small wooden bench. He sat down, legs spreading to make space for you between them, but when you started lowering yourself onto your knees, he shook his head frantically, begging "No, no, none of that, doll. I just want you sweetheart."
The cold metal of his arm flush against your skin chilled you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his laps. He grunted, frantically pulling down his cotton shorts. You aided him at doing so, gasping when his cock sprung out, the absence of any underwear surprising you. You immediately took his dick in your hands, watching as Bucky's face scrunched up in pleasure. You guided him inside you, sitting down flat on his dick, but you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you did. You whined, beginning to drag yourself up and down his dick, gradually speeding up your movements. Bucky's hips met your frantically, until his pace was so quick you couldn't keep up. "Buck!" At your plead, he wrapped an arm around you, using his metal one to support both your weights on the wall, and he stood up, walking forward until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall.
You gasped at its feeling against your skin, jerking forward once more when Bucky's metal hand came up to play with your nipples as his speed increased once more. Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, cussing loudly before biting his bottom lip in fear of being heard. His hand left your breasts, instead blinding searching for the shower handle. When he found it, he immediately pushed it upwards, the instant noise of water shooting out moderately covering the sounds of pleasure you made. Your wrapped your arms around his tighter, grinding your pussy onto his pelvis as he thrusted into you, your clit rubbing on the short hairs near the base of his dick.
You busied yourself pressing kisses on Bucky's neck, the water squelching between your bodies as you passionately moved against each other. "Fuck y/n" Bucky moaned, chasing your lips, panting against them once he met them in a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his face as you kissed, deepening it impossibly, and his metal hand went straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it as fast as he could. Your leg twitched and you didn't have time to warn him before you were cumming all over him. "Shit!" Bucky grunted, pulling out of you as he balanced you on the wall, his hand coming to jerk himself off quicker. You put your hand over his, legs still wrapped around his torso, teasing his sensitive tip as you stroked him up and down. With a deep shudder, white stripes of cum shot out of him, painting your belly white, only to be washed away with the shower's stream.
Bucky put you down gently, making sure you wouldn't slip before cupping your face with his large hands and bringing you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss. You pulled away from him, keeping him close as you peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, trying to pull away from you and saying,
"We should have done this about 80 years ago doll, don't you think?
In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say exactly who she wants?
coming soon...
In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work.
wc: 830
Italics = flashbacks. there's a hint of tony stark in here if you squint
There was something familiar about him, you told yourself, but it seemed just about impossible to pin point where exactly you knew the man from. You blinked twice, breaking the eye contact with him to glance down at the packet of bandages you held in your hand. Clearing your throat, you made your way to the feminine hygiene section, looking for a pair of tweezers that would hopefully fix your problem. When you looked up again, the same man reappeared in the same isle as you, but he quickly looked away when your eyes met his once more. Jesus, you had too many enemies.
The hand free from the grocery basket you held went into your pocket, securing a grip around the pocket knife you held; it would be too risky to use your powers unmasked in public. Your father would be furious if your identity was discovered. Putting your head down, you sped up your pace, making your way towards the check out, when you bumped into someone. A loud clatter of your basket hitting the floor alerted a few customers, and your now unoccupied hand came up to grip your opposite forearm. You groaned as the man scrambled to get your things, the glass shards in your covered arm inevitably having been pushed deeper into your skin.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- you're just, I swear I feel like I've seen you before." It was him again. At the lack of an answer, he looked at where you were gripping your arm, and it looked like something in him clicked.
It dawned on you. Oh, him and his stupid spider-tingles.
"You know there's no use in running. Just tell me what you know and maybe we won't be so harsh on you." He teased. You laughed whole-heartedly, flicking through the pages of the magazine on the desk. "How bold of you to assume I'm running. I'm just getting the job done, Spider-man." He crossed his arms, the eyes on his mask getting smaller, so you assumed he wasn't very happy with you. "Just wait for it." You stated, and immediately, he was back onto you.
You dodged the webs he shot at you, instead stepping closer to him and whispering "I heard a secret..." Your voice echoed in the room, which hinted at you that he was under your spell, but a bang from behind you had you off your feet, your back slamming against the the floor. There was a ringing in your ears and a blinding pain in your left arm, which you tried to shake off, getting back on your feet instead. A muffled "I had everything under control!" told you that now was the best time to make your escape. "When I fucking hear 'I heard a secret', no one is in control but her!" The job was done, and clearly all pleasantries were over.
While Spider-Man continued his argument with his mentor or teammate, you made your way over to the glass window that had just been broken from behind the second hero. You continued your spell "I heard a secret that Spider-Man would take off his mask for me." Just as the man took off his mask, hair falling into his face, his mentor yelled, spinning towards you and shooting at you to protect his teammate. You leaped out the broken window, barely getting a glimpse of Spider-Man's real face...
"Nightingale..." He whispered, his wide brown eyes now frozen on you. "Well who knew I could've saved myself the trouble of making you remove that mask for me?" You joked, still clutching your arm. "You're hurt." He said, reaching for your arm. You flinched away from him, snatching the basket from his hands. "What? Do you care about me Spider-Man?" He shushed you loudly, looking around at the other customers whose attention was still on you. "I didn't want to hurt you- I just wanted to do my job."
"Oh don't worry, it wasn't you. That little mentor of-"
"He's not my mentor!"
You both went silent. You nodded at him in acknowledgement, spinning on your heels. "Well it was good to see you Spider-Man!" Scurrying footsteps behind you told you that he wasn't done. "I can't just let you go!" He whispered, now walking beside you. "Why don't you come home with me and I can fix you up and then... Then we can talk about it?" You chuckled, smiling up at him. "Hey, I can't just go home with someone whose name I don't even know." You joked.
"I'm Peter Parker." You went still, stopping in your steps. Turning towards him with wide eyes, your jaw went slack. "I'm Peter Parker and I know you wouldn't do what you do if he wasn't your father." You gasped, quickly breaking eye contact with him. "How do you-"
"Come on, we'll talk about it."
its crazy how little notes this has gotten
MCU:
Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker
Harry Potter
angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin
Criminal Minds
The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand
Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline
The fear of falling apart - Spencer Reid by @pathologicalreid
Lipstick trail - Aaron Hotchner by @ddejavvu
Stranger things
Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)
Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera
Celebrities
Second person p.o.v Warnings: the title says it all There are a few characters on here. Steve, Tony, Bucky and Thor! Tell me if you want a part 2 with the guys or one with Natasha, Wanda, Carol and Maria (and any other girl you'd like).
I WAS RIGHT! AT EVERY FOURTH EPISODE, THERE IS A MAJOR PLOT TWIST. WHAT THE FUCK MARVEL!? I"M DYING
I'm going to kill myself... Okay but then where is Mobius... Are there a bunch of different Mobius variants who have been pruned too?? I- Who are the real Time Keepers then?? I need to rant
Second person p.o.v Warnings: Slightly dirty, mentions of s e x Umm enjoy! The characters are: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Pietro, Sam, Peter, Pietro and Clint! Tell me if you want Wanda, Thor, Loki and Bruce, I'll make a second part. I'm low-key just craving some Wanda content. She's the reason I'm questioning my sexuality
You do not have permission to copy my writing anywhere!! If you do, I can assure you that I will not be kind :)
So far I've written for Marvel, Harry Potter, Stranger things and Criminal minds but I also take requests for Teen Wolf , Brooklyn 99 and Outsiders
Second person p.o.v Warnings: well the title says some stuff Characters: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Peter(s), Pietro, Stephen, Sam A/N: This had to go under some editing before I have the courage to post it on here because honestly, it's either that I've read my works so much and feel nothing anymore or that it's genuinely trash. Also can someone please explain why people don't like peter quill/chris pratt please
nickname: mina my pronouns: she/her i'm a pisces baby (22 feb) and i'm from lebanon :) i'm also a slytherin and have an entj personality type. my hobbies are literally just reading, writing, drawing and I'm on the road to becoming an actress/director.
i support everything human rights (as one should obviously) and am always open to talking about opinions or being educated (politely) about anything! I don't my followers and readers to feel like they cannot talk to me about literally anything.
I am always open to listening to people and helping you out. my asks are a safe place to chat.
Um if you see this add me on Wattpad, I write imagines n stuff there. My @ is brightcontellations. If you want me to write something marvel or hp related, I can do :))
