Drunk [p.p]
Drunk [p.p]
pairing: Peter Parker x reader
summary: Drunk you isn’t as good at hiding your crush as sober you.
warning: alcohol, cringe that comes from drinking (although this is very much a glorified version of being drunk) which is why you shouldn‘t do it, not smut but alluding to it (no smut while drunk, but sexual references and touching), bit of angst I guess, the words "penis parker" make an appearance...
This is a fictional reader drinking for you so you don’t have to do it in rl :)))
word count: 3k
-this is a repost of an old fic-
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It’s the sixth time that Peter’s interrupted his swinging tonight, only to see you’ve texted him another song that they’re playing at the party.
The party that he couldn’t go to.
He was supposed to be your plus-one to some celebration in the neighbourhood. Peter’d said yes originally, but in the past few days it’s like the crime rates have been going up exponentially. Going to a party when he should be saving the people of New York? Nope.
You’d been all pouty when Peter gave a rather lame excuse once again, but you weren’t mad at him.
Together with Ned and Betty, you’d still gone to the party and right now it feels like you’re deliberately trying to make Peter jealous.
You keep texting him, they’re playing this song, they’re playing that song, until Peter gets notifications so often that he thinks you must be texting him every single song they’re playing.
He would rather be singing all those songs with you together than anything else, but he couldn’t just leave the streets to the criminals with a clear conscience.
So when another message pops up, (they’re playing his favourite song. great.) he quickly types an answer.
I get that I’m missing out, you didn’t have to text me every single song
He quickly adds a laughing emoji, but the previous message still sounds as passive-aggressive as Peter felt when he typed it out.
You don’t reply immediately and Peter mutes his phone.
The silence is deafening. He pictures how you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, happy that Peter finally replied, only to see a message like that.
He concentrates on being Spider-Man fully, but as soon as he’s sure that he’s done for the night, he texts you to notify him when you’re home safe.
You don’t get the message and he assumes your battery must have run out.
He also sees the reply you sent him after his message earlier;
Sorry
When he’s the one who should apologise to you. For that, and also to make sure you’re home, Peter goes to your place, knocking on the window after he’s changed into his normal clothes.
You’re all glammed up, looking like you just came home. Absolutely gorgeous.
Your face lights up when you spot Peter, you open the window for him, letting out a loud, “Peter!” You shout, are you drunk?
He tries to calm you down, “Shh, your parents will kill me if they find out I’m here now.”
“They’re gone for the night, you can chill.”
“So you’re just here, drunk on your own?” he asks.
“I’m not drunk,” you declare, giggling, then giggling even more at your own laugh. Cute. You don’t seem too far gone, luckily. He’ll still gladly take care of you.
As you stretch down to your shoes, not reaching them from your sitting position on your bed, Peter sits down on the floor to help you get them off; not taking into consideration that you’re wearing a short skirt…
He tries to concentrate on opening your shoes and sliding them off, and he gets the first one without looking up.
But before he gets to the second one, you lie down on your back, your legs moving forward slightly and Peter can’t resist a quick glance.
He swallows when he sees the lace panties smiling back at him from between your thighs.
Wait is that the print of your p-
Someone up there is trying to torture Peter for sure, what did he do to them?
You sit up abruptly and Peter fears he’s been caught, but you talk about the exchange of texts earlier.
“Oh Peter! I‘m sorry that I annoyed you earlier, I didn‘t mean to,” you pout, regret in your eyes.
“What?” Maybe with the state you’re in, Peter can brush his earlier mood off.
“I’m sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have been texting you every two minutes and disturbing you while you were helping May out,” your eyes start watering, unreasonably, and you might be drunker than Peter originally realised, “It’s just that they were playing all your and our favourite songs and it reminded me of you. I missed you so terribly and I wanted you to know that.”
Oh damn, that’s cute. Peter thought you’d been mad at him for not coming. But it’s the opposite.
These Instagram pages always say stuff like, get you someone who texts you even when they’re surrounded by other people, not just when they’re alone and bored. You did exactly that, and Peter still snapped at you.
You give him teary puppy eyes, your arms going around his shoulders, “Do you forgive me, Pete?”
“Of course I do,” he rubs your back, “Do you forgive me?”
You pull back, a soft smile on your face, “Always.”
He hugs you again, feeling your tears drop down on his shoulder.
“I was just missing you and not realising that you were just doing the same.”
“Yeah, I missed you,” you say once again, in your drunken stupor.
You wipe your tears away and squeeze Peter’s cheeks, placing a sloppy kiss right on his lips with an exaggerated mwah sound.
Peter freezes. That might’ve been the best moment of his life, but you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re doing.
Before he can comprehend what you’re doing now, you pull off your top clumsily, now only in your bra.
“Mh- oh god.” Peter doesn’t know what to do so he sits down on the floor, turning his back to you.
“Peterr, I need your help!”
“You can change on your own,” he says as calmly as possible.
He hears a huff from you and a clicking sound a few seconds later and you fling your bra through the room. Peter tries not to look at where it lands.
“Can you give me clothes?”
“Yeah, where from?”
“The dresser, dummy,” you giggle.
“Uh what do you need?”
“A t-shirt and more comfortable underwear.”
He hears you undo the zip of your skirt and he can guess what’s next. He ignores that the thin piece of lace lands right next to him.
Without paying much attention to your collection of lingerie, he just takes out the first cotton panties he sees. “Do you want shorts?”
“No, they’re uncomfortable. I’d usually sleep without a shirt too but since you’re too scared to see me naked, I’ll put on a shirt.”
“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” Peter says, trying not to go crazy with you being naked in the same room as him and all.
“I know, hey can I have my clothes now? My nipples are cold.”
Along with an oversized shirt, he scoots back on the floor, his back still to you, until he bumps against your legs.
He reaches out to pass you the clothes behind his back when he feels something soft, “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to touch your boob!”
“That was my leg,” you take his hand. Peter doesn’t realise what you’re doing until he clearly feels a nipple, “This is my boob.”
He stays lost in the new feeling for a split second, before pulling his hand back.
“See, you’re scared.”
“I’m not.” He’s not scared of seeing you naked or touching your boob. Okay, he’d be nervous. But you’re not sober and he’s scared that you wouldn’t want to do any of this if you were. He'd obviously want it.
Your knees knock against his back and he guesses you’re pulling your panties back up, Peter’s mind more focussed now that your most vulnerable part is covered again.
He feels your foot nudge the back of his jeans, “The last song they played before I went was Apple Bottom Jeans and that for sure made me think of your ass. If Captain America didn’t have that title already, I’m sure people would be calling your cake America’s Ass,” you giggle quietly and Peter blushes.
“My head is too big for this shirt,” you say after a few moments.
“I’m sorry but I can’t help you if you’re still half-naked.”
“I’ll cover up my boobs,” your voice is muffled by the shirt over your head.
Peter turns around reluctantly, your hands covering your nipples, and the sleeve-hole of the shirt laying atop of your head.
He helps you manoeuvre your shirt onto your body and he’s glad it’s long enough to at least cover your ass.
You lie down on your back, legs dangling off the bed while Peter goes to your bathroom, rummaging to find products to take your make up off with.
When he comes to your room, he thinks you’re asleep as he carefully sinks down on the bed next to you, make-up wipe ready in his hand.
You suddenly jump, “Launching attack!”, flipping Peter onto his back and straddling him, a playful smile gracing your features that’s wiped off your face when Peter says, “Could you get off me, please?” He’s just an innocent guy, why do you have to be a horny drunk?
“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, are you mad at me again?”
“That’s not it, I’m just not sure if you’d be doing the same things if you were sober, so you can’t be sitting on my lap and stuff.”
It’s not that he doesn’t want to do anything sexual with you, the opposite, actually. But he can’t like this.
He wonders if you only drank something because you were third-wheeling with Betty and Ned, and wanted a distraction. He really should’ve gone with you.
“Do you want me to remove your makeup?”
You nod and angle your face towards him, closing your eyes, looking calm again.
After about twenty minutes of you complaining that he’s either too rough or too gentle with the wipe and moisturiser, your face is glowing and clear again.
“Do you want to get something to eat? I once read this trick online to get rid of a hangover, I don‘t know if it works because I‘ve never been drunk but we could try.”
At the mention of food you jump up, running to the kitchen already.
Peter feeds you hydrating food, different fruits and makes you drink half a litre of water.
“You‘re such a good caretaker, can you always take care of me?” you ask, an extremely charming smile on your lips.
“Of course, I‘ll always take care of you.”
“Pinky promise me!”
“Pinky promise.”
You kiss his cheek lovingly, “Love you, Petey.”
And no matter how drunk you are, that was genuine.
“Love you more.”
When Peter’s tucked you in and said goodnight, he disappears into the living room, lying down on the sofa.
You follow him and lie down right on top of him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not sleeping alone,” you pout, “Please?”
“Okay, but I’ll sleep on your floor.”
“But I want to cuddle.”
Of course you get what you want and soon you’re spooning on your bed.
Even though you seem thoroughly tired now, you’re still not ready to go to bed.
Your ass keeps pushing back against Peter’s crotch and he’s scooted so far back that he’s pressed into the small gap between the wall and the mattress.
“Come here, Pete. I’m trying to thank you for taking care of me tonight.”
“You don’t have to do that. Cuddling is enough.”
You turn around to face him, making room for him. “Okay, I’ll leave Penis Parker alone, then.” Peter turns red but you don’t notice, throwing your arm over his chest and pulling him close.
Within seconds, you’re out like a light and Peter’s thankful that you’ll be back to normal again soon.
-
You wake up, limbs tangled with Peter’s. You know better than to worry that you slept with him. But it takes a few more moments of fully awakening to remember what happened last night.
Oh God.
Peter stirs when you try to get up and you pretend to sleep again.
Whatever he says, deny deny deny.
You wait a few more minutes, but all he’s done is hog the blanket and gently started snoring, looking like an angel.
He was also an angel to you yesterday, so you don’t want him to see your presumably messy hair and hungover state.
Climbing out of bed and into the shower, you freshen up quickly. You make breakfast, lucky that you have the ingredients for Peter’s favourite recipe.
You want to thank him for putting up with you yesterday and taking care of you so well.
You remember going to that fun party with Ned and Betty. How the only thing it was missing was Peter. They had plenty of good music and good drinks that were so good that you didn’t even notice how much alcohol was in them. Your head is only now starting to hurt as you remember how much you actually had.
You remember how you texted Peter and he was annoyed, but he came to your place through the window - wait, your memory must be weird here - anyway, Peter came to apologise and look after you. You’d for sure been a handful, so a nice breakfast is the least you can do to thank him.
Not too stable on your feet with that hangover, you decide not to risk it all by bringing the food in on a tray. As you walk back to your room, you see Peter rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, looking tired, but he still asks you first.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good actually, nothing major, thanks to you feeding me,” you smile, sitting down with him.
“Oh you remember?” he smiles back at you sleepily.
“I told you I wasn’t that drunk! I remember how you came here, helped me change, remove my make-up and fed me,” you summarise, hoping he won’t go in on the details.
“Yeah, that’s it really.”
“So to thank you for all that, there’s a really delicious breakfast waiting-” he jumps up, already in the kitchen before you can even stand up to follow him.
*
It’s been a few days since that all happened and Peter’s back at your place.
He’s been thinking about all the things you said, and did, when you were drunk. And everyone knows drunken words are sober thoughts.
But since it happened, nothing has happened between you two. You’re friends, like before. Even though Peter was aware that you were being influenced by alcohol, there had been a little hope blooming in him all night, that you’d continue to openly show your affection towards him, but that was not the case.
Now he needs clarity.
“Hey, so, I know you said you remembered everything that happened the other night, but.. there are some things that you did that you didn’t mention, and I wanted to ask you about that. So first you-”
“I remember everything. I know I gave a very sparse summary, but that was just so neither of us would be embarrassed. But you’re right, we should talk about it. So sorry for… corrupting you?”
He chuckles, “That was not the problem, it’s just I didn’t know much effect the alcohol had on you and if those were your real thoughts or not..”
“The feelings I showed towards you were real, but if I’d had the guts to confess that I like you earlier, I would’ve approached it differently. Guess drunk me didn’t really give a fuck.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Peter says and leans forward to press an unexpected kiss to your lips.
You’re too surprised to kiss him back and he stops, readjusting himself, coughing awkwardly, “Sorry did you not- I uh,”
“No, no I’m sorry. I know that you were really nice to me when I was drunk, but I thought you were just saying that stuff to not hurt my feelings. So.. you like me too?” You haven’t comprehended the situation fully yet, but a smile blooms across your face anyway.
“Yes. How could I not?”
You take it in fully now, feeling drunk again because... is this real?
Finally both understanding that yes, you fucking like each other, you inch closer to each other again, both grinning like crazy.
Straddling him, with both of your valid consent this time, you start kissing him like you’ve wanted to all your life.
He kisses you back eagerly, his hands wandering under your hoodie, but politely staying at your waist. That’s before he pulls away, hair messy from you grabbing at it and even after your ten-minute make-out session he seems nervous.
“Tell me if I’m like making you uncomfortable or something but I have a question. That night you were very,” he scratches the back of his head, “Sexual. Was that just cause you were drunk or...?”
“I don’t remember every single thing I said or did so if I did something embarrassing then it was just cause I was drunk. But otherwise... I’ve had a crush on you for ages so…”
“So?” he asks.
“I’ve thought about having sex... or generally doing anything sexual with you a lot.”
“R-really?”
“It’s not just guys who think about it.” You shrug, going to kiss at his neck while he lets that information sink in. “What about you?” you wonder.
“Every day for about 4 years- I mean not every day. Not four years. But yeah definitely, I have.” He’s red as hell and can’t quite look you in the eyes.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about that... it’s hot, you’re hot.”
”You’re hotter,” he says, starting to kiss you again.
“What do you wanna do about it? Like, no pressure, never, but if you wanna do something sexual, I’m down.” Peter says, trying to sound more confident.
“Honestly, I really want to have sex with you right now but I think we should wait just a bit. I don’t wanna make that decision when I’m horny.”
“You’re horny right now?”
(He can be oblivious at times.)
“Yes, Peter.” You don’t have to ask him if he is, as you can feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh. You don’t mind it, as you know he’d never make you do anything you don’t want.
“Maybe for today we can just enjoy finally being with each other and go with the flow?” you suggest and he nods eagerly.
For that day you do nothing but kiss for hours, exploring each other with hands and mouths, comfortable the whole time because there’s no pressure. There never is with Peter.
You go to sleep that night, excited about your future together.
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three months
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
synopsis: peter reminds you just how much he's missed you.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: fluffy makeup sex, minors dni !!!
a/n: happy new year!! i hope this year brings you so much joy <3 this is my first time writing smut so let me know what you think!! try to spot the tasm2 references :p
it's been three months since peter decided to leave.
and it was impossible to not miss what once was. you couldn't help but miss those big, brown doe eyes. you couldn't help but miss the gentle touches he left on your skin in passing. you couldn't help but miss how he would try his hardest to get you to laugh after a bad day. and you couldn't help but miss the empty promise he spoke to you almost every day,
"i'm never letting you go."
and now, as you lay in bed, clad only in his faded blue jacket and your favorite underwear, you couldn't help but miss how good his body felt against yours.
it's been three months since peter decided he wasn't good for you.
peter had come to your window one night after a night on patrol. he could only utter words of worry, letting you know just how much danger he was putting you in by wearing the mask.
you were reluctant about it at first, of course. you didn't want peter to decide your path for you. but you knew he only wanted to keep you safe. and you knew he wouldn't give it up.
so you gave in.
you weren't a total disaster without him. you knew you could go on without him. but that didn't make it hurt any less. you built a world with peter, allowed yourselves to get lost in each other. how could you not still love him?
it's been three months since peter met you at your window.
so you were a little startled to hear familiar taps echo through your room. the sound snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find peter just outside your window. your mind, along with your heart, raced a mile a minute as you took him in. he was standing on the fire escape, offering you the slightest smile.
still dorky as ever.
you hesitated, not quite sure you were ready to see him after what felt like an eternity. nevertheless, you managed to peel the sheets off your body, feeling only slightly exposed in front of him.
unlocking the window, you take a step back, eager to hear what peter has to say.
"hi," he whispers, a small grin etching across his lips as he recognizes his jacket.
"hi," you repeat, suddenly unable to find words of your own.
"can i come in? it's kinda cold out here." he's fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, a habit you only now realized you missed.
"yeah," you let out a breathy laugh before continuing, "of course, pete."
he was a little awkward climbing through the small opening, but that was all part of the peter parker charm you'd come to love so much. and once he was in, standing in front of you, all you could manage to do was stare at him. you weren't sure where to go from here.
peter took a step closer to you, further fogging your mind. there was minimal space between you now—and you were well aware.
it's been three months since peter looked you in the eyes.
and it was only now could you see the few tears that managed to escape and fall onto his flushed cheeks.
"can i hold you?" he asks just above a whisper. the slight crack in his voice makes your heart ache. you nod without any hesitation, excited to feel his touch once again. he slowly brings his hands up to your waist, gently squeezing. the seemingly innocent action makes you weak.
it's been three months since peter has touched you.
it was hard to fathom how the mere touch of his fingertips could make you so hot. you feel your face heat up at the abrupt thought of peter between your legs. and as you stare into your ex-lover's eyes, you wish he would say something, anything, to divert your mind.
"i'm sorry," he starts, letting out a small chuckle, "i couldn't stand being away from you any longer."
with confusion clouding over your features, you begin to probe, "peter i don't un-"
"i was so wrong, y/n. so so wrong." one of his hands comes up to slightly graze your cheek. "you're my path, y/n. you're my path."
the word he chose to emphasize does something to you.
"i'm never letting you go, again." he somehow manages to bring himself closer, now resting his forehead against yours. he shakes his head, repeating, "never, baby."
you couldn't help but smile thinking about your next words, "prove it." peter matches your smile before connecting his lips to yours.
it's been three months since peter has kissed you.
and with that singular kiss, the man has your mind running wild thinking of all the things you want him to do to you.
his hands leave your waist, instinctively finding the curve of your ass. "i've missed you," he mutters against your lips. "so much." his actions emphasize his words as he fervently grabs fistfuls of you. reaching your hands up, you tug on his familiar unruly locks. he lets out a small whimper, letting you know just how much he needs you.
growing hungry, peter glides one hand under your thigh, followed quickly by the next. you let out a squeal as peter swiftly picks you up, already feeling his cock straining against his jeans. you couldn't help but smile between kisses.
he's finally yours again.
peter hurriedly walks over to your bed, hands sliding across your back as he gently places you upon the sheets. that’s one thing that’s never changed about him—always so gentle.
nudging your sides and humming against your mouth, he mutters “let me see you, pretty girl.”
he makes you dizzy.
you reluctantly unwrap yourself from him, now feeling small under peter's gaze. seeing you turn your head away, peter places a finger under your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. and with a toothy grin, peter speaks a low “hi,”
“hi,” you repeat, overwhelmed by his tender demeanor.
peter leans in once again, this time nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. he places scattered kisses across your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin.
drawing his hands down to your waist, he slips his fingers under the worn out jacket adorning your body.
your body retreats at first, overstimulated after months without his touch. peter quickly catches on, pulling back, concern littering his features. “is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to lose you just as soon as he got you back.
“yeah, it’s okay,” bringing a hand up to his face, you run your fingers over his now rosy lips. “just forgot how good you felt.”
“you’ll be the end of me, y/n.” he smiles, lips quickly returning to yours.
peter’s hands find your body, his actions hurried this time. finding the zipper of your jacket, peter swiftly pulls the small piece of metal down your torso, only now noticing you had gone without a bra tonight.
“fuck baby,” he says just above a whisper, thumbs coming up to softly run over your nipples. “you’re so pretty, petal”
that fucking nickname.
peter brings his head down, connecting his lips to one of the erected buds. the feeling making you lose your breath. running your hand through his hair, you plead, “peter, please. do something.” “eager?” peter teases as he pulls away, a cocky smile plastered on his lips. you roll your eyes as you your hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it off.
you've missed his body so much—missed him so much.
your heart fluttered at the view in front of you. placing your legs over his shoulders, peter found his way between our legs. he littered soft kisses over each of your thighs, careful to remain eye contact with you. “peter,” you whine, not sure if you could take any more of his teasing. taking the hint, peter steadily slides the lacy material down your legs.
it's been three months since peter has tasted you.
your back arches slightly as peter traces his tongue over your slit. his fingers quickly follow suit, only then ghosting his tongue lightly over your clit. “i’ve missed the way you taste," he murmurs against you. tugging slightly on his hair, you silently beg for something more.
making his way up your body, peter littering small kisses here and there—until finally connecting his lips to yours once again. his hands now occupied with the button of his jeans. matching peter's eagerness, your hands rush to remove the tattered jacket from your body.
this was met with a soft "no," from peter. hands coming up to cup your face. he's slow with his words, "leave it on," leaving a small peck to the tip of your nose, he continues, "wanna fuck you in my clothes." his words leave you trembling—the small smile he offers a stark contrast to his words. a small "okay," was all you could muster as you laid back, willing to give yourself fully to him.
hovering over you now, fully unclothed, peter gives you an endearing smile. "what?" you mumble, bringing your hands to cover your face.
the silence is calm, full of love.
"i love you," he whispers, pulling your arms down. his eyes find yours and you swear you could see the sincerity of his words. overwhelmed with all the emotions those simple words brought you, you remind him, "i haven't heard you say those words in months, pete" this time feeling small under your gaze, peter's eyes shift to nothing in particular.
"i love you." you finally repeat. his eyes light up, a goofy smile dancing across his lips. "i love youuu" he drags out playfully, sending you into a small fit of giggles. "god, i love that sound." he says, voice now low and full of ardor.
he knew exactly what to say and how to say it—your peter.
you wrap your arms around his neck, the blue fabric contrasting beautifully against his skin. now you know why he bought this thing. keeping your eyes on him, peter rolls himself into you effortlessly, as if he never left.
it's been three months since peter has fucked you.
"peter," you whine, your darling boy now stretching you out. you felt so full after months of feeling empty. "you okay?" he's gentle, more than willing to take as much time as you need. "yeah, i'm okay." you smile, "just needed a moment. go ahead." "that's my girl," he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you.
god he fucks good.
"look so good in my clothes, baby." peter's movement falters, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist—your back arching at the new position. the heat in your stomach growing with each thrust.
you two are fully consumed, wanting nothing more than to feel each other. familiarizing yourselves with each other's bodies like you did all those years ago. he's your everything right now—and always.
peter picks up his pace, pressing his forehead against yours—making eye contact as he pounds into you. "feels so good," he murmurs, glancing down at where your bodies connect. needing something more, you lift your hips up to meet him, creating the perfect rhythm. his thrusts become unforgiving, but never too much.
"fuck, pete," you cry, now looking into his eyes. "m gonna cum," your hand goes to find your center, only to be stopped by peter, quick to trace lazy circles over your clit, the overbearing sensation causing you to arch further into him. "that's my girl," he coos, "let go for me, baby,"
"peter," you mewl, now overcome by pleasure. pounding into you now once—twice, until he cums. peter drops his head into the crook of your neck, painting your walls with his hot cum.
"you okay?" he asks breathlessly. you could only respond with a simple yes. his cock twitches as he pulls out of you, moaning at the loss. the feeling of his cum spilling out of you leaves you high.
peter lifts his head, soft eyes gazing into yours now—always so pretty after a good fuck. the comfortable silence is broken by him, "i'm never leaving you again," his head shakes lightly as he says these words, "ever." a small smile forms on your lips, knowing just how much he means it. mirroring your smile, he continues, "and i'm gonna do everything in my power to make you believe that."
it's been three months and peter has never stopped loving you.
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home to you
⤏ after an unfavorable night on patrol, peter proposes an idea.
last night
⤏ peter makes the morning after unforgettable.
three months
⤏ peter reminds you just how much he’s missed you.**
attention
⤏ peter does whatever he can to get your attention.
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sick days
⤏ peter helps to make sick days bearable.
three months
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
synopsis: peter reminds you just how much he's missed you.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: fluffy makeup sex, minors dni !!
a/n: happy new year!! i hope this year brings you so much joy <3 this is my first time writing smut so let me know what you think!! try to spot the tasm2 references :p
it's been three months since peter decided to leave.
and it was impossible to not miss what once was. you couldn't help but miss those big, brown doe eyes. you couldn't help but miss the gentle touches he left on your skin in passing. you couldn't help but miss how he would try his hardest to get you to laugh after a bad day. and you couldn't help but miss the empty promise he spoke to you almost every day,
"i'm never letting you go."
and now, as you lay in bed, clad only in his faded blue jacket and your favorite underwear, you couldn't help but miss how good his body felt against yours.
it's been three months since peter decided he wasn't good for you.
peter had come to your window one night after a night on patrol. he could only utter words of worry, letting you know just how much danger he was putting you in by wearing the mask.
you were reluctant about it at first, of course. you didn't want peter to decide your path for you. but you knew he only wanted to keep you safe. and you knew he wouldn't give it up.
so you gave in.
you weren't a total disaster without him. you knew you could go on without him. but that didn't make it hurt any less. you built a world with peter, allowed yourselves to get lost in each other. how could you not still love him?
it's been three months since peter met you at your window.
so you were a little startled to hear familiar taps echo through your room. the sound snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find peter just outside your window. your mind, along with your heart, raced a mile a minute as you took him in. he was standing on the fire escape, offering you the slightest smile.
still dorky as ever.
you hesitated, not quite sure you were ready to see him after what felt like an eternity. nevertheless, you managed to peel the sheets off your body, feeling only slightly exposed in front of him.
unlocking the window, you take a step back, eager to hear what peter has to say.
"hi," he whispers, a small grin etching across his lips as he recognizes his jacket.
"hi," you repeat, suddenly unable to find words of your own.
"can i come in? it's kinda cold out here." he's fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, a habit you only now realized you missed.
"yeah," you let out a breathy laugh before continuing, "of course, pete."
he was a little awkward climbing through the small opening, but that was all part of the peter parker charm you'd come to love so much. and once he was in, standing in front of you, all you could manage to do was stare at him. you weren't sure where to go from here.
peter took a step closer to you, further fogging your mind. there was minimal space between you now—and you were well aware.
it's been three months since peter looked you in the eyes.
and it was only now could you see the few tears that managed to escape and fall onto his flushed cheeks.
"can i hold you?" he asks just above a whisper. the slight crack in his voice makes your heart ache. you nod without any hesitation, excited to feel his touch once again. he slowly brings his hands up to your waist, gently squeezing. the seemingly innocent action makes you weak.
it's been three months since peter has touched you.
it was hard to fathom how the mere touch of his fingertips could make you so hot. you feel your face heat up at the abrupt thought of peter between your legs. and as you stare into your ex-lover's eyes, you wish he would say something, anything, to divert your mind.
"i'm sorry," he starts, letting out a small chuckle, "i couldn't stand being away from you any longer."
with confusion clouding over your features, you begin to probe, "peter i don't un-"
"i was so wrong, y/n. so so wrong." one of his hands comes up to slightly graze your cheek. "you're my path, y/n. you're my path."
the word he chose to emphasize does something to you.
"i'm never letting you go, again." he somehow manages to bring himself closer, now resting his forehead against yours. he shakes his head, repeating, "never, baby."
you couldn't help but smile thinking about your next words, "prove it." peter matches your smile before connecting his lips to yours.
it's been three months since peter has kissed you.
and with that singular kiss, the man has your mind running wild thinking of all the things you want him to do to you.
his hands leave your waist, instinctively finding the curve of your ass. "i've missed you," he mutters against your lips. "so much." his actions emphasize his words as he fervently grabs fistfuls of you. reaching your hands up, you tug on his familiar unruly locks. he lets out a small whimper, letting you know just how much he needs you.
growing hungry, peter glides one hand under your thigh, followed quickly by the next. you let out a squeal as peter swiftly picks you up, already feeling his cock straining against his jeans. you couldn't help but smile between kisses.
he's finally yours again.
peter hurriedly walks over to your bed, hands sliding across your back as he gently places you upon the sheets. that’s one thing that’s never changed about him—always so gentle.
nudging your sides and humming against your mouth, he mutters “let me see you, pretty girl.”
he makes you dizzy.
you reluctantly unwrap yourself from him, now feeling small under peter's gaze. seeing you turn your head away, peter places a finger under your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. and with a toothy grin, peter speaks a low “hi,”
“hi,” you repeat, overwhelmed by his tender demeanor.
peter leans in once again, this time nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. he places scattered kisses across your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin.
drawing his hands down to your waist, he slips his fingers under the worn out jacket adorning your body.
your body retreats at first, overstimulated after months without his touch. peter quickly catches on, pulling back, concern littering his features. “is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to lose you just as soon as he got you back.
“yeah, it’s okay,” bringing a hand up to his face, you run your fingers over his now rosy lips. “just forgot how good you felt.”
“you’ll be the end of me, y/n.” he smiles, lips quickly returning to yours.
peter’s hands find your body, his actions hurried this time. finding the zipper of your jacket, peter swiftly pulls the small piece of metal down your torso, only now noticing you had gone without a bra tonight.
“fuck baby,” he says just above a whisper, thumbs coming up to softly run over your nipples. “you’re so pretty, petal”
that fucking nickname.
peter brings his head down, connecting his lips to one of the erected buds. the feeling making you lose your breath. running your hand through his hair, you plead, “peter, please. do something.” “eager?” peter teases as he pulls away, a cocky smile plastered on his lips. you roll your eyes as you your hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it off.
you've missed his body so much—missed him so much.
your heart fluttered at the view in front of you. placing your legs over his shoulders, peter found his way between our legs. he littered soft kisses over each of your thighs, careful to remain eye contact with you. “peter,” you whine, not sure if you could take any more of his teasing. taking the hint, peter steadily slides the lacy material down your legs.
it's been three months since peter has tasted you.
your back arches slightly as peter traces his tongue over your slit. his fingers quickly follow suit, only then ghosting his tongue lightly over your clit. “i’ve missed the way you taste," he murmurs against you. tugging slightly on his hair, you silently beg for something more.
making his way up your body, peter littering small kisses here and there—until finally connecting his lips to yours once again. his hands now occupied with the button of his jeans. matching peter's eagerness, your hands rush to remove the tattered jacket from your body.
this was met with a soft "no," from peter. hands coming up to cup your face. he's slow with his words, "leave it on," leaving a small peck to the tip of your nose, he continues, "wanna fuck you in my clothes." his words leave you trembling—the small smile he offers a stark contrast to his words. a small "okay," was all you could muster as you laid back, willing to give yourself fully to him.
hovering over you now, fully unclothed, peter gives you an endearing smile. "what?" you mumble, bringing your hands to cover your face.
the silence is calm, full of love.
"i love you," he whispers, pulling your arms down. his eyes find yours and you swear you could see the sincerity of his words. overwhelmed with all the emotions those simple words brought you, you remind him, "i haven't heard you say those words in months, pete" this time feeling small under your gaze, peter's eyes shift to nothing in particular.
"i love you." you finally repeat. his eyes light up, a goofy smile dancing across his lips. "i love youuu" he drags out playfully, sending you into a small fit of giggles. "god, i love that sound." he says, voice now low and full of ardor.
he knew exactly what to say and how to say it—your peter.
you wrap your arms around his neck, the blue fabric contrasting beautifully against his skin. now you know why he bought this thing. keeping your eyes on him, peter rolls himself into you effortlessly, as if he never left.
it's been three months since peter has fucked you.
"peter," you whine, your darling boy now stretching you out. you felt so full after months of feeling empty. "you okay?" he's gentle, more than willing to take as much time as you need. "yeah, i'm okay." you smile, "just needed a moment. go ahead." "that's my girl," he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you.
god he fucks good.
"look so good in my clothes, baby." peter's movement falters, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist—your back arching at the new position. the heat in your stomach growing with each thrust.
you two are fully consumed, wanting nothing more than to feel each other. familiarizing yourselves with each other's bodies like you did all those years ago. he's your everything right now—and always.
peter picks up his pace, pressing his forehead against yours—making eye contact as he pounds into you. "feels so good," he murmurs, glancing down at where your bodies connect. needing something more, you lift your hips up to meet him, creating the perfect rhythm. his thrusts become unforgiving, but never too much.
"fuck, pete," you cry, now looking into his eyes. "m gonna cum," your hand goes to find your center, only to be stopped by peter, quick to trace lazy circles over your clit, the overbearing sensation causing you to arch further into him. "that's my girl," he coos, "let go for me, baby,"
"peter," you mewl, now overcome by pleasure. pounding into you now once—twice, until he cums. peter drops his head into the crook of your neck, painting your walls with his hot cum.
"you okay?" he asks breathlessly. you could only respond with a simple yes. his cock twitches as he pulls out of you, moaning at the loss. the feeling of his cum spilling out of you leaves you high.
peter lifts his head, soft eyes gazing into yours now—always so pretty after a good fuck. the comfortable silence is broken by him, "i'm never leaving you again," his head shakes lightly as he says these words, "ever." a small smile forms on your lips, knowing just how much he means it. mirroring your smile, he continues, "and i'm gonna do everything in my power to make you believe that."
it's been three months and peter has never stopped loving you.
i hope u all have a lovely day :p <33333
He found you, and still finds you, absolutely beautiful, breath-taking, and wonderful.
ofc he does😌
“What- what? No no no, it’s okay. It’s okay. Are you okay?” he asks a slight rasp to his voice for just waking up.
i can hear him saying this n it’s beautiful :’)
He starts to think about how he’s going to teach that fucking brother of yours a lesson. He doesn’t even want or need to know what he did because the fact that you’re in this state tells him enough.
i love this line sm n i love protective peter <33
“C'mon, please?” he asks in a softer voice. How could you say no?
i rlly couldn’t even if i tried😭
“That’s what friends are for—”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.”
this is so funny plsss
the beauty next door (peter parker x reader)
summary: your next-door neighbor is, to your surprise, always there for you when you need him
word count: 1.4k
warnings: angst, fluff, hint of language. this is a repost! (with a bunch of editing) but this fic will officially be considered a longer fic and no longer a drabble.
a/n: am i using an andrew garfield gif? fuck yea i am. but tbh w any of my peter fics you can imagine whichever peter you want to imagine. obviously most fics are more mcu, but from now on most of my peter fics are going to be flexible meannningg you could imagine it's tom, andrew or even play station peter :)
also hey mutuals i tagged in this, please lmk if you're okay or not okay w being tagged! it's been a while and i'm not sure who reads my stuff anymore haha
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Peter wakes up at sudden repetitive knocking at his front door. He grumbles and glances at the clock. Three in the morning.
He just went to sleep a couple of hours ago. He places his hands on his face and then sits up as the knocking continues. He flicks on the light and groans out loud with frustration.
“What the fuck,” he complains and throws his sheets off of him, getting up to walk towards the door. He peeks through the peephole and to his surprise, he sees you standing there. You're trembling and looking around frantically with tears all over your face. “Y/n?” he opens the door immediately.
Peter moved into his apartment not too long ago and met you. When he first met you, he offered to help with your boxes and take them up to your place where he later found out was across his. He found you, and still finds you, absolutely beautiful, breath-taking, and wonderful. He's more than happy to have you as his neighbor. Although, he was a bit surprised to find out you have a roommate, who happened to fortunately and unfortunately be your asshole of a brother. Though, you didn’t seem to mention him much so peter never asked.
Even though you and Peter didn’t get to see each other much because you both have your own busy schedules, you both couldn’t deny the pull you feel towards each other. Anytime you each had a chance to talk, whether it be meeting each other in the hallway, by the mailbox, or trash, you both took the time to get to know each other and catch up. Neither of you ever asked each other out, simply because you both have been planning to but haven't gotten around to it, yet.
You look up quickly and look at him with eyes full of emotions that he could recognize easily. Fear. Pain. He can feel your heart racing and opens his mouth to say something until you cut him off. Your lips quiver as you barely manage to murmur out, “I’m so sorry.”
Usually, you would never do something like this, wake up your poor neighbor at such an unusual hour but you know him and trust him and at the moment you felt like he was the only person you could go to. You're starting to feel a bit guilty now when your eyes rake over his exhausted face.
“What- what? No no no, it’s okay. It's okay. Are you okay?” he asks a slight rasp to his voice for just waking up. He cringes at his stupid question because he can easily tell you’re not okay but it was a question he'd always ask out of habit.
The simple question causes everything you were holding back to crash down on you. You choke on a sob and shake your head aggressively, hesitantly holding out your arms for him to hold you. You just want him to hold you, that's all you want right now and luckily, he does.
Peter immediately complies and pulls you into his embrace. He senses another presence and glances back at your place to see your brother slamming the door before storming off. He sends a glare toward him and brings you inside of his place, closing the door.
He places a hand on your head gently and the other on your back, rubbing circles onto your sweater in an attempt to comfort you. You cry loudly into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him, your hands are barely being able to meet as you try to hug him tighter. Your fingers grasp the materials of his shirt while your tears stain the clothing. Your knees gradually give up on you and you begin to slip through his arms.
He naturally adjusts and slides to the floor with you, holding you in between his legs. “Hey, I got you. Let it out,” he murmurs and massages your scalp, closing his eyes. He starts to think about how he’s going to teach that fucking brother of yours a lesson. He doesn't even want or need to know what he did because the fact that you’re in this state tells him enough.
You wail out as the memories flash through your mind. You weren’t sure why everything feels so painful. Everything mentally and physically hurts. All he did was yell, and yell, and yell. It terrified you every time. You thought at first you could handle it, but it seemed you’ve had enough, obviously. You couldn’t help but feel so weak after what had happened. So fragile. You thought to yourself, why couldn’t I be stronger?
Minutes fade into an hour. Your weeping falters into soft hiccups and coughs. Peter never stopped rubbing your back and soon he pulls away to glance at you. Embarrassed enough, you hide your face in his chest.
Christ, you’ve only known the guy for a month and here you are breaking down in his arms before you were even able to ask him out. as if you were ever going to though.
“Let me look at you,” he murmurs and tucks a hair behind your ear. You really didn’t want to. You can already imagine how you look right now. Face red, nose runny, eyes puffy, sweaty skin, hair sticking everywhere. God. “C'mon, please?” he asks in a softer voice. How could you say no?
You groan quietly and begrudgingly lift your face up toward him. Now you can see his face. His stupid, perfect face. He begins to smile and you begin to frown. Why is he smiling? Did you look that bad? Before you could look away again, he carefully holds your face with his hand. “W-What?” you whisper, your voice hoarse and tired from the crying.
“You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?” he swipes a thumb underneath your eye, wiping away tears that you didn’t realize slipped out.
“No,” you reply honestly and sniffle. He chuckles quietly and continues to stare at you. You blush at his intense gaze and avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that,” he rolls his eyes and pushes your head into his chest once again. He ruffles your hair which causes you to whine, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
“But—”
“No buts. It's okay. I’m your friend. I’m here for you,” he mutters and places his chin upon your head.
You curl up closer to him and nod, placing a hand on his chest as he wraps his arms around you once again. “Thank you. Seriously. I'm here for you too..." you sigh and think back to everything that happened. You feel he at least deserves an explanation, "He—"
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” you reply, a bit shocked. You smile as your face smushes up against his chest and close your eyes.
“You don’t need to thank me. That’s what friends are for.”
“Are you really friend-zoning me right now?” you ask, your voice laced with sarcasm.
Your snarky retort throws him off guard. “W-What? No- no, it’s just I-I didn’t want to—”
“I’m joking.”
“Right, right,” he exhales and chuckles.
“Is it okay if I sleep next to you... tonight?”
“Yea, of course. Couch? my bed?”
“I don't care, just want to be next to you. If that’s okay.”
“More than okay, let’s go,” he stands up and swoops you up in his arms easily. Almost too easily, but you’ll bring that up later. He decides for you and walks over to his bed. He places you down and you lie on your back on the other side of his bed. He turns off the light and finds his way next to you, also lying on his back. He pulls the blanket up to cover the two of you.
You both stare at the ceiling, a comfortable silence filling the room until you decide to break it. “Can we cuddle?” you whisper and turn your head towards him.
He turns his head towards you and smiles tiredly, nodding. He sits up a bit and holds out his arms. You shuffle closer and wrap your arms around him like before, placing your head on his chest. He lies back down and pulls you flush against him. You drape one of your legs over him and sigh with content. You hear his heartbeat pound slowly, the rhythm almost like a lullaby. His breathing and the way his chest moves up and down calm you even more. “Thank you," you whisper.
“That's what friends are for—”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.”
thanks for reading! what did you think?
tagging some mutuals!
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no but rlly where's my new year's kiss from peter??? >:(
your new years kiss with mcu peter parker
word count: 0.3k
warnings: fluff fluff fluff
author's note: i knooooooow. it's been a hot minute since i've posted something new. i've been sick and in a slump and not in the greatest mood to write. but my inspiration is definitely there. but hey! new year. i hope i can get more work out for you all this year. anyway, hope you enjoy this short headcanon, happy new years!
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the two of you would be standing around with the rest of your friends and family
sparkling non-alcoholic drinks in hand and racing hearts beneath your clothes
you both had this underlying feeling for the past couple of weeks that either of you was finally going to make a move
now that it was new year’s eve, notoriously known for loved ones to share a kiss, the anticipation was killing you and peter
“crazy, huh,” you decide to speak up and gaze over at him
him in his simple geeky graphic tee that seemed a bit tighter than usual and his straight jeans
such a basic outfit of his yet it never failed to make you swoon
the excessive new year’s eve accessories around his neck and on his head brought a smile to your face
when he looks back to find you smiling at him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered
he exhales briefly and nods, “yep. definitely. couple of minutes left, right?”
the two of you make eye contact after checking the time and laugh at your synchronization
“yeah, ready?” you respond and hold up your glass
“actually, uhm. may i?” he asks and holds out his hand toward your glass
there’s about a minute left on the clock
“oh? sure, i guess,” you hand it to him, genuinely confused as to why he wanted your glass
until he answered your curiosity as he placed yours and his drink down
“c-can i kiss you? when the ball drops?” he manages to get the bold request out of his system as he motions to the tv
your eyes widen at his question and sudden change of demeanor
you feel your blood rush to your cheeks almost instantly and your stomach twist with excitement
you nod slowly, subconsciously taking a step toward him. “yes…”
“yes? as in yes, i can kiss you in literally thirty seconds?” he blurts out and places his hands on your waist
you let out a soft laugh that sounds like music to his ears and nod once again. “yes, stupid,” you murmur and wrap your arms around his neck
three
two
he gazes into your eyes before the ball drops and pulls you in close all while gently pressing his lips against yours
one
you smile into the kiss and deepen it, already more than happy with how your year started
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this is so cute omg??? this made me smile so hard🥺
morgan the matchmaker (peter parker x reader)
warnings: fluff, little mentions of being drunk and high, persons mentioned are older, peter and reader are 21+, morgan is about around 8 here and is still figuring out how to text lolkndfj
a/n: haven't done a smau in a while and i felt like this was a cute idea
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thanks for reading and let me know what you think :)
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thoughts on my blog? writings? content?
i've been planning and organizing some things for my writing and this blog for a while, and other sites (wattpad, ao3). but, i'm also very curious about what you all would like to see from me, which lead me to make a google form lol
so if you'd like, please read through these questions carefully and answer them truthfully (make take about five minutes or so)
i already have an idea of what i want to do and what kind of schedule i'll have for posting and such. i just love hearing everyone else's input or advice
speaking of which, if you have any advice on how you manage to put out content and stay semi-active while juggling school, work, etc. i'd love to know! <333
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i love clingy peter :’)
green light | p.p.
pairing : peter parker x gn!reader
summary : when peter sees you after a long time. him being the clingy baby he is, can't stop kissing you and he gets distracted while waiting at a red light.
word count : 970
warnings : everything fluff, mentions of hospital, minor injuries, too much of kissing and too much of laughing, peter's lips (there's no way that's not a warning), clingy!peter, gn!reader.
note : i know it's short but cdfvtgybhnj, makes me giggly. anyway, first fic on this blog yay! enjoy, lovelies <3
"hey, i missed you so much," you said as you spotted peter right outside the arrival gate. you left your grip on your suitcase and rushed to wrap two tight arms around peter's torso.
"i know, i missed you too, lovey," you could almost see the sad smile on his face as he hugged back, warm lips finding home on the side of your neck. you stayed in his embrace, taking in the scent of his clothes before peter asked, "is your mum better?"
"yeah, much. she got discharged this morning," you smiled softly at him as he took the chance to load your luggage in the trunk. when he moved to the side, you spotted a new cut to his cheekbone and frowned. stepping closer, you asked "hey, how's patrol going, you're not beating up yourself too much, right?"
you raised your hand to reach out but peter caught onto your wrist, gently moving his fingers to the back of your hand, obliging you to cup his cheek. "i'm okay, baby, don't worry," he assured you and placed small kisses on the back of your hand before you hugged him once more. he starts pulling away only to stop inches away from your face.
"if you're—hm," your next words are muffled by peter's thin lips moving swiftly against yours. his arms went around your waist by habit, pulling you closer to him, while you slowly lift yours up to cling your fingers to his flannel. you kissed back, strongly fighting the urge to smile but failing and so does peter.
the corners of his mouth turn up, still trying to kiss you but he only ends up with your lips against his.
"let's go, come on. then you can kiss me and," you start talking but once again are interrupted by a small peck on your lips. you giggled, "and shut me up like that."
"will do," he teased with a sly smile and opened the door to the passenger seat, urging you to get in. you did and peter followed soon after. peter put on his seatbelt as you mimicked his actions and settled in.
his fingers turned the key over as the engine turned on. he pressed his foot onto the accelerator, releasing the handbrake and drove ahead. as soon as peter did that, his hand left to rest it on your knee, small circles made by his thumb making your body relax.
"how're ned and mj?" although you talked to your friends on the phone while you were away, multiple times, you couldn't help but check up on them once more.
"good, good. ned told me about how he scored a date with a girl from his lit class last night," he smirked proudly, and you nodded along with a smile. "mj's been... she's been scoring multiple dates."
you laughed at that, half expecting it. peter couldn't help but laugh along with you, giving your thigh a short pat. the pair of you rode in silence for a while when you were almost a mile away from the airport, and you faced a red light.
peter's foot pressed the break and the car stopped short. you tilted your head and squinted above at the timer, seventy-eight seconds.
"we should—" you were going to get annoyed, but peter knew you liked it. his thin lips were back on yours when he'd taken off his hand off your thigh and up to turn your face towards him.
"you need," you gasped suddenly, trying to catch your breath but peter's mouth found yours again. "to," you tried again and he chuckled making you grin back, still trying to kiss him. "stop doing—mph," an incoherent sound emitted from your throat when you felt peter's tongue moving against yours.
this time, even though you could not get enough, you held his jaw firmly and pulled away to look at him, "you need to stop doing that," you breathed out. his eyes were still closed and lips swollen.
and as though peter could sense your annoyance, he leaned forward awkwardly, his seatbelt restricting him to do so, and pushed his lips to yours again. slowly but surely, you kissed back and he mumbled out a small "why".
and you couldn't find the answer because truth be told, you had missed him and his lips just as much he did and you now you were trying nothing but fighting the urge to kiss him again and again.
"i think you like it very much," you could feel the smirk on your mouth as he said this making you want to roll your eyes.
"shut—" once again your voice was interrupted, not from peter's lips but the cars' horns that made you and peter jump in your seats. the tip of peter's ears turned deep red and started cursing when he saw the green light above.
he quickly started up the car once more and drove ahead
you pursed your lips and suppressed a laugh, ignoring the way your neck and cheeks turned warm. still, a small titter left your lips and peter turned to look at you, his face expressionless.
you turned to face the window and leaned your elbow on it, your palm hiding your face so peter couldn't see you.
"stop laughing," he exclaimed making you laugh louder and remove your hand so you could see peter.
"you look like a fucking beetroot!" you tried to stop laughing but peter turned even redder at that. even though peter was trying not to, you could see the hint of smile playing on his lips.
"you need to shut up or i'll kiss the shit out of you when we get home," he threatened playfully, and a toothy grin made its way on his face.
"oh really? well, i'm looking forward to it."
this made my heart go whoosh <3
Oooo “this reminded me of you, so i wanted to [show/get/send] you it.” From the flyff prompts?? 🥺🥺🥺
a/n: ah so cute! I actually love this one! I'm doing it with Laurie bc god, he's everything!! I had to do friends to lovers bc ❤️ gif belongs to the owner!!
Pairing: Laurie x gn!reader
prompt list
warnings: mediocre writing, an innuendo if you squint, making out(ish?) fluffy!!
W/c: 1,105
![Oooo “this Reminded Me Of You, So I Wanted To [show/get/send] You It.” From The Flyff Prompts?? 🥺🥺🥺](https://64.media.tumblr.com/965cc136fbcba6a0f9ae1a0eed53235a/63be2fc06e50d0bf-3c/s500x750/a1e9b5fa7f685aa4c5be831fe145f417e0cd1309.gif)
La vie en rose
You were leaning against a tree as you read a new book you had received as a birthday gift from Jo and were invested in the storyline as you felt yourself slowly inserting yourself into the story. You were too caught up in following the life of Jane Eyre to notice that Laurie had found his spot on the picnic blanket and he was watching you with a lovesick grin etched on his face like a permanent tattoo that he never could get rid of. He didn't mind though, it was you.
God, he never got tired of looking at you.
He worries that if he looks away for even a second that you could disappear from his life in a flash. He cannot get over how enchanting you are— the way your face lights up in different emotions as you immerse yourself in your story is so endearing to him. He will always remember the day when he realized that he’s in love with you.
It was raining hard that day and he'll never forget the way you looked at him and grabbed his hand and danced in the middle of the street as heavy raindrops fell down on both of you — he wanted nothing more than to kiss you that day.
Laurie shook himself out of his reverie and grabbed a flower and lightly threw it over towards you, and you looked up from your book and made eye contact with Laurie. He was staring at you with a soft smile on his face, which made your stomach fill with a million little butterflies. “Laurie! How long have you been here?”, you asked shyly, as you suddenly felt awkward under his gaze, you weren’t expecting company today and you definitely had not dressed 'appropriately'.
“Don’t do that. You are exquisite, you know that,” Laurie said with sincerity in his voice and his eyes when he looked at you like the way everyone wants to be looked at, he stared at you as if to say “you’re the only person I want to look at”.
You marked your place in your copy of Jane Eyre and sat next to Laurie on the picnic blanket and eyed him curiously. “I like that you are here, but why are you here, Laurie?”, you questioned him as you brushed off leaves that were clinging onto you like post-it notes.
Laurie’s eyes shone in excitement and oh, he was so beautiful. He is one of the kindest people you know, and he has the purest heart in the world. You wished he saw you the way you saw him, but even if you couldn't have him in the way you wanted, you'd still keep him as your friend. A life without Laurie would be like trying to breathe without oxygen, pointless.
“I was running errands for my grandfather and this reminded me of you, so I wanted to show you,” Laurie confessed as he held out a small silver box tied with a black bow and he motioned for you to open it. You untied the bow and opened the box and gasped in surprise.
“Laurie..”, you began, but Laurie shook his head and just waited to see your reaction. Your eyes shone in delight as you held up the gold necklace that had a beautiful crescent moon charm attached to it and you noticed an engraving on it and you almost broke down in tears of joy. There was a tiny engraving on the back of the charm — “I got you the moon” .
You didn't even know how to respond — you were overwhelmed with so many emotions, and you could not even express how thankful you were for him. He took the necklace and clasped it around your neck and it looked so alluring as it laid across your chest like it always belonged there. You were going to say something, but Laurie just held your hand and all your thoughts had gone away; he did that to you.
Your heart was doing backflips — you wanted to kiss him so badly.
“Y/n, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I remember that rainy day where we danced in the rain. I almost kissed you that day. I know we are young, but I am so in love with you, I cannot even stand another minute not being able to have you in the way I want. Please say you love me too”, Laurie admitted as he rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hand.
Your heart was bursting with love; he loved you back.
“Laurie, just kiss me”, you answered as you leaned closer to him and he placed his hands on your face and pulled your face closer and kissed you with so much adoration, you kept finding yourself smiling into the heavenly kiss.
You were too caught up in the feeling of Laurie’s lips on yours to even recognize the voices of the March sisters that were cheering as you and Laurie continued to kiss as if tomorrow would never come and you would not see each other.
Laurie put a hand on your waist to pull you closer to him and he continued his whispers of love and eternity as his soft lips danced with yours in perfect harmony, his kiss felt as if you were hearing your favorite old song again. He kept pulling you closer as if you were not close enough to him, but you didn’t mind, you had been waiting forever for him. He moved his hand towards your thigh , not in a sexual way; he just wanted to show you his love.
He has been deprived of you for so long, and he needed you to be close to him, as much as possible.
“Hey! Keep it PG!”, Jo shouted as you detached your lips from Laurie’s and he pouted, which was so cute. He stood up and pulled you along with him, he wanted to be alone with you, he didn't care what you were doing, he just loved being around you, he loved your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your lips, your hair.
He loved you so much.
“You are mesmerizing. I love you”, Laurie blurted out as he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on top of your head.
Laurie has always been the love of your life and you have always been his and now you get to be kissed by him and it is a beautiful thing. He gets to show everyone how lucky he is —you are all his.
tags: @cocoamoonmalfoy @616films @hollandsmushroom @spideyspeaches @tonystarksfavoritedaughter @harryhollandsgirlfriend @thegirlintheswivelchair @the-girl-in-the-chair @hollandvibesss @petesrparker
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☆ twenty one. she/her. you are loved. ☆18+ content; minors dni w nsfw. requests are open!
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