No But Rlly Where's My New Year's Kiss From Peter??? >:(

summer nights

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader

synopsis: summer nights spent with arvin are your favorite.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none, just lightly edited

a/n: my first arvin fic!! this rlly has no plot just vibes :p hope u like it! <33

you had been awoken by the heat of the mid-august night. a light sheen of sweat covers your skin as you register where you had fallen asleep. the makeshift walls of the fort were illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the entrance. following the arm lightly draped over your waist, you find a snoozing arvin. a slight pout had formed on his pink lips, leaving you to wonder what he was dreaming about.

whatever it was, he was handsome in every sense of the word.

gently brushing a piece of once slicked back hair behind his ear, your mouth curves into a smile as you remember how your dearest boy ended up in your arms tonight.

“hey there, lover boy!" you call to your boyfriend from the doorway of your childhood home. the corners of his mouth quirk up as he shuts the door to his rusty pickup. stuffing his hands in his tattered denim jacket, he jogged his way over to you. and after stomping his way up the porch steps, arvin sweeps you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed my pretty girl.” his voice was full of sincerity- one of the many things you appreciated about this man.

“i missed you too, arvin.” he loved it when you said his name in what he calls that “pretty little voice of yours”.

the faint smell of cigarettes fills your nose, a smell you’ve grown quite fond of since going steady with arvin. excited to show arvin his surprise, you wrap your arms around his waist, leading him into the house.

the floorboards creak under your feet as you escort your boyfriend into the living room. every blanket you could muster could be found in the middle of the living room floor. the sheets are draped over chairs, creating a canopy of different colors and textures. accompanying the blankets were pillows, haphazardly placed inside.

arvins eyebrows drew together, asking a simple “what’s this?” his eyes darted between you and the fort.

“i wanted to build you a fort. y'know, like the ones you made when you were younger.” you searched his face for any discontent. “i hope it’s okay.” you murmur after a couple moments of silence, feeling only slightly stupid.

“nah,” he turns to you, a slight blush dancing across his cheeks, “it’s quite alright, baby.”

he always knows just what to say.

stepping out of your grasp, he quickly offers his hand out to you. and being more than happy to take it, you let arvin walk you over to your childish creation.

taking a seat on the blanketed floor, arvin follows suit. a small smile playing upon his lips as he surveys the care you put into the fort, “you did good, baby.”

flustered over his attentiveness, you mutter a small thanks.

and after hours of talking, the warmth of the sun seeping through the sheets seemed to have lulled you both to sleep.

and that's where you find yourself now- tangled up with your lover on the hottest summer night. the low hum of your refrigerator accompanied by the chirping of crickets being the soundtrack for tonight.

growing tired of the stillness, you decide to wake arvin. eager to see your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, you scatter gentle kisses all over arvin's face. and only after a couple pecks, his lashes flutter against your cheek.

his groans are light as he pulls you closer to his person. you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth.

"mmm, you're warm." you say as you place soft kisses over his skin. and without missing a beat, he responds with "you're pretty."

a smirk grows on your lips as you pull back to look at his face. "arvin russell, are you flirting with me?" you tease.

"me? always."

your hand finds its way back to his hair, eyes lingering on his lips. he seems to have done the same, as he leans in closer. a half smile plays on his lips until they connect with yours.

kissing arvin was something you could never grow tired of.

"oh shit, baby." he mumbled against your lips, "what time is it?"

reluctantly pulling away, you bring your hand up, checking the time on your hand-me-down wristwatch. "twelve past nine, why?"

arvin sits up as soon as the words fall from your mouth. pressing a small kiss to your temple, he starts to search the fort for his things. "my folks are expecting me."

sitting up with a slight pout on your face, you ask him "won't you stay?"

he stops his search to look at you, "oh, i'd love to darling, but-"

"please?" you press, needing him to stay just this once. you give him a certain look, a look you learned to use on arvin months ago.

he lets out a small breathy laugh, hand coming up to brush your cheek, "you're makin' it real hard to say no, darling."

"then don't."

he pulls in for another kiss. his lips are warm and soft, gently pecking yours. these kisses let you know arvin needs you just as much as you need him tonight.

"you can phone your folks, tell ‘em i said hi." you mumble against him, trying your best to assure him.

arvin smiles to himself, hand coming down to your now puffy lips. his eyes follow as he grazes his fingers across your bottom lips.

choosing your words carefully, you start "and you can stay tonight,” you gently brush his hair. “and every night.” his hand stops.

his eyes now coming in contact with yours. something you can only describe as relief wash over his features.

“and we could build all the forts you'd like, arvin."

he tackles you, arms wrapping tightly around your figure. he takes some time before whispering a gentle "i'd thought you'd never ask, baby."

and as the night went on, the fort had become home to many small giggles and needy kisses (and many more fingers near mouths).

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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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warnings: a lil suggestiveness but overall fluff

word count: 1.2k

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after almost an entire summer abroad, there’s no better feeling—at least for tom—than that of an empty airport at three in the morning. silence lies heavy around him, interrupted only by the occasional announcement, the clacking of suitcases rolling against the floor, and the whirring of baggage carousels turning on and off.

the feeling of utter peace and relaxation that hits tom whenever he finally comes back home becomes stronger, more overwhelming, when his phone tings loudly in his ear, where one airpod sits. he knows before he’s even pulled the device out of his jumper’s pocket that it’s you, an excited tingle spreading in his chest.

i’m in the waiting area :’)

five simple words, one endearing emoticon, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst right out of him as though it’s a rocket surging into take-off. gripping the handle of his carry-on tightly, tom shoves the phone back in his pocket and looks around him with as much enthusiasm as a dog following the scent of a feast, eyes urgently searching for the right arrows to lead him out of baggage claim and to you.

mere minutes later, he’s finally outside, breath hitching in his throat when he spots the ever so familiar yellow nirvana shirt you can’t stop “borrowing.” grin widening under his black cotton mask, tom bites his bottom lip to temper it as he hurries towards you, but it only widens when you look up from your phone at the sound of his rapidly approaching footsteps and he notices the way your mask stretches across your cheeks the same way his does.

finally within arm’s reach, tom doesn’t even utter a word. his hands find your waist with oft practiced ease, and they bring you into his chest perfectly, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, skin visible under his tee, clicking into him like a puzzle piece. your facemask scratches his throat, but he couldn’t care less, not when he at last feels your palms again his back, when he smells faint hints of your shampoo, when he squeezes you in his arms and you squeeze him right back.

“missed you,” he whispers, fingers splayed over your back like it’s an anchor.

“missed you more, tommy.” you grin, happiness hiding in the fabric of his blue and white jumper. pulling apart ever so lightly, you look up at him, all the knots in your stomach unravelling at the sight of his pretty brown eyes. you raise a hand up to his hair, twirling a few strands around your finger. “and i missed these curls, too,” you coo, “why have you been depriving me of these babies with your cursed gel?”

snorting happily, tom scrunches his nose and leans his head into your hands. “why are you speaking like the villain dude from aladdin?”

“you forgot jaffar’s name,” you gasp, looking at him with teasing shock, “we need a rewatch stat. come on, let’s get out of here so i can educate you on a land from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam.”

both of you think your smiles couldn’t get any bigger under your masks, and you run your thumb along the crinkles beside his right eye, longing so clear in your own gaze that tom’s got half a mind of ripping the cloth off your face and kissing you right in the middle of heathrow.

“let’s go, i don’t know how i’m going to wait to kiss you for an entire half hour.” he grumbles, an immense weight lifting off his chest as he intertwines your fingers and sets off towards the exit, carry-on rolling behind him.

mumbling to him that he can still kiss you in the car and that he doesn’t have to wait until you’re actually at your house to do it, you snort as tom shoots you his classic annoyed look. he snips back that it’s not a proper welcome home kiss unless we’re home, y/n and pretends to pout for much of the car ride, his grimace melting into laughter when you decide to pout back but can’t help yourself from wiggling along to the radio in your seat.

once you’re finally unlocking the door and tom sets his luggage down, he turns towards you with a big grin, one you can actually see clearly without his mask acting as a shield. for a moment, you’re tempted to let go of your teasing streak and let him get his way, until you’re reminded—nah, being a little shit would be more fun for you. as your boyfriend advances towards you, honeyed eyes soft with the promise of an impending smooch and many cuddles, you give him your best exaggerated wink.

and then you sprint.

“what the fuck?” tom yells, watching you with bewilderment as you run up the stairs towards your bedroom. “i can’t believe i flew eight hours for this crazy woman,” he mutters to himself, though a spark of adrenaline lights up in his chest.

soon enough, his socked feet are sliding against the hardwood floor as he chases after you, only for his eyebrows to furrow when he hears the sound of water from the master bathroom. oh. oh.

you’ve left the door unlocked and the window hasn’t fogged yet, giving tom a clear view of you. a very wet you. a very wet and naked you giving him a teasing smile, beckoning him over with your index after months of being apart. he nearly trips over his pants multiple times as he undresses, your giggles at his clumsiness and enthusiasm heard over the shower, before he’s finally bare enough to join you.

“you could’ve just told me you wanted to shower, instead of making me chase you around the house.” tom can’t help but be jokingly curt as he steps under the hot water, instantly starting to soothe his muscles after seemingly endless travels.

your arms slither around his waist, bringing him closer until your chests are pressed together, and he sighs under your touch. with the water running down your face, you reach up, cradling his cheek in the palm of your hand. “but wasn’t it more fun to surprise you? it sure looked like it was exciting for you when you banged your head on the sink trying to get undressed.”

“oh, shut up and kiss me.” tom rolls his eyes, his own arms coming around you as you snort, leaning up to finally connect your mouths.

tom’s lips are chapped from the cold and because he always forgets to drink enough water, but it doesn’t matter, not when it’s your first time tasting them after such a strenuous deprivation. your fingers burrow in his wet curls as tom’s tongue licks along your bottom lip before it slips along your own, a gentle whimper resounding from both of you at the contact.

you break away after a long moment, eyes fluttering open to see your love’s are still closed, lashes brushing the freckled apples of his cheeks. “there,” you whisper, dropping a faint peck on the tip of his nose, “weclome home, tommy.”

babysitting morgan w peter parker

summary: you and peter always wanted to babysit morgan

warnings: fluff, language

a/n: here’s a lil shitty headcanon cus i’m busy working on my neighborhood 🥺btw this is my gif!

masterlist

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ever since peter introduced you to morgan, you absolutely love her

you first met her at peter’s 18th birthday party, where you also met the avengers

“pepper, morgan, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” peter introduced you to the both of them

“hello! it’s so nice to meet you both,” you wave, rubbing your arm out of habit

“i could say the same, glad i finally got to meet the girl who peter couldn’t keep quiet about,” pepper teased, causing you and peter to blush

“can she be my girlfriend too?” morgan looked up at the both of you with a bright smile

“but she’s-”

you interrupted peter, “of course cutie,” you ruffled her hair

she giggled and ran off to happy

“hey,” peter pouted, crossing his arms

you rolled your eyes playfully, “dork. anyways, mrs. stark, if you ever need a babysitter, i’d love to watch her,” you grinned

“babysitters,” peter chimed in, leaning on you

she chuckled, “i’ll consider it.”

so here you are with peter in front of the stark’s home, around 2pm

“i’m so excited,” peter chirps, bouncing on his heels

“i know, you brought every star wars movie to exist and a bunch of legos,” you giggle

soon pepper greets you both and lets you both inside

“so she’s a lot like her dad, very stubborn. luckily she’s not a picky eater though. try to get her in bed by at least 9pm. avoid giving her a juice pop, then she’ll never go to bed,” pepper hums

“got it,” you beam

“don’t worry, i have some tricks up my sleeves,” peter grins

“thank you so much for offering to babysit, i appreciate. happy does too, he needs the break. you know him.

“of course, mrs.stark,” you smile

“y/n please, pepper! anyways, i’ll be gone for only two nights, quick business. you two, please no sex,” she warns, glaring at us playfully

you instantly flush and shake your head furiously, “of course not.”

“i-i think i heard morgan call me,” peter stammers and walks off

“i’m just teasing. have fun you two, thank you!” she grabs her things and leaves

morgan’s reaction to seeing the both of you is hilarious

“hi there morgan!” peter squats down holding his arms out

“my girlfriend!” she squeals and runs over to you, hugging your legs

you laugh softly and lean down to hug her back

peter looks at you and morgan with his mouth wide open, “i- i am hurt.”

after peter introduced star wars to morgan, she didn’t want to stop watching

the three of you cuddled close on the couch, watching the empire strikes back

morgan’s in between the both of you, focusing on the movie

then a couple movies later you and morgan knocked out, with her head on your lap and your head on the side of the couch

“hey you two, i made some food if you’re hungry,” peter says in a hushed tone, poking the two of you

“food?” morgan yawns sitting up, rubbing her eye

you shift slightly and stir awake, “huh?”

after eating the semi-burnt eggos and fruit peter kindly prepared for snack, the three of you hang out in the backyard

“three, two, one! ready or not, here i come!” you call out, looking around for morgan

eventually you find morgan and pick up, spinning her around, “gotcha!” you say making her giggle

peter leans against the sliding doors, watching in adoration

you hold her close and tickle her sides, you feel his stare and look up, “what?”

“oh nothing,” he hums softly

later on the three of you make pizza together

“PETER!” you scold as he accidentally threw the dough onto the ceiling while trying to spin it

morgan giggles and peter cringes slightly, “sorry!”

“i’ll handle the dough, you two do the toppings,” you shake your head, “you better clean that later.”

“yes mom,” peter groans making you roll your eyes in a playful matter

surprisingly the pizza you all made wasn’t that bad

“alright princess, it’s getting late. you ready for a bath?” you walk over to her room while peter does the dishes

she places down her toys and nods

soon after you bathe her you put her to bed, which wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be

you walk over to peter who’s sitting on the couch, putting together some legos

“hi,” you sit next to him, kissing his cheek

“y’know, you’re going to be an amazing mom one day,” he puts down his legos and looks at you

your eyes soften, “and you’re going to be an amazing dad one day,” you whisper, leaning towards him

he smiles and holds your cheek, kissing you deeply. you pull him closer but feel him tense

“boo!” you hear a squeaky voice from behind the couch

you jump slightly but peter laughs quietly, already knowing she’s there

“morgan, sweetie,” you sigh 

“look what i found,” she stands up, her father’s helmet on her face

peter’s heart clenches at the sight, “your mom’s right when she says you’re a lot like your dad,” he murmurs

you smile sadly rubbing his arm gently, looking at him with empathy

she jumps onto the couch and hugs peter, “i know.”

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last night

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter makes the morning after unforgettable.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda suggestive?

a/n: this is the cutest thing i've written i want to vomit :p pretend morning breath does not exist here p.s. cocky peter is the loml <33

waking up to the sound of a car horn blaring couldn't phase you this morning. and as you flutter your eyes open, you find yourself tangled up in your sheets with peter, who was currently sound asleep. a glimmer of sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating peter's chestnut curls. light purple bruises strewn across his neck serve as an instant reminder of what happened the night before.

your suited boyfriend had stumbled through your window in the late hours of the night. the only words that could fall from his mouth were those reminding you of how he could not stop thinking of you while on patrol. and after many insistent and heated kisses, you and peter decided to give in to your desires for the first time since you started dating.

and now, the morning after, you lay clad in one of the many sweaters he's left, staring at your snoozing lover.

"take a picture, yeah?" peter's lightly chukles as he pulls you to his chest. slightly startled at his sudden consciousness, you look up to find his eyes sleepily gazing at you. a sheepish grin plays upon your lips as memories of his tenderness flood through your mind.

you begin to pepper feathery kisses over his chest, wanting to subtly thank him for last night. peter’s hands, once planted on your waist, now slide down to softly squeeze your bum.

"what do you want to do today, pretty girl?" you now burrow your face further into his chest, flustered under his words.

"mmm," your voice muffled, "stay here?"

pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he responds with, "sounds good."

wanting to stare at your boyfriend a little longer, you decide to pull away to prop your head up with your arm. and for the first time since last night, you make proper eye contact with your darling boy. a shit-eating grin slowly forms on peter's face. you couldn't help but follow his stupid action.

this man.

he slowly takes in his view, a familiar keenness filling peter's eyes. "what're you thinking about, pete?

"i only dreamed of calling you mine just a couple months ago," he starts, "and now you're laying here in my clothes, totally fucked."

"peter!" you groan, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

"c'mere." his hands come up to pull you toward him once again. his fingertips slide up to the middle of you back, drawing patterns into your warm skin. this alone makes you arch into him.

"yanno, you're kinda sweet when you're half asleep."

scattering delicate kisses across your neck, he mumbles, "mhm, i'm always sweet." his breath fanning over your skin drives you crazy.

quickly growing tired of the teasing, you push peter back down, into the mattress. swinging your leg over the boy, you straddle his lap. you bend down, stopping just before reaching his lips, "i love you." but before he could get a word out, your lips are already on his. a pleasant warmth washing over you as the kiss grows hungry. teeth almost clashing as he grabs for your ass.

"fuck, baby." peter whines.

after a couple more moans from both you and pete, you slow down, now softly pecking at his lips.

"god, you're beautiful." he murmurs against your lips. flustered once again, you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"so," he sighs, "how was last night?", asking as nonchalantly as he could.

you swear you could hear the smugness on his face.

"i don't remember. remind me again, parker?"

hey s 🤎 sending in prompts #13, #17 & #20 with tom for flufftober! hope you’re well and are enjoying the lovely autumnal season 🎃🍂🕯🥧

❀ late night love ❀

hi liv !! i hope you like it <3 excuse the shitty title lmao i didn’t know what to call this 😭 also tagging liz @screamholland get ur ovaries ready

prompts: (13) whispering “kiss me” to your lover + (17) intertwining your fingers + (20) running your fingers through your lover’s hair

genre: dad!tom, domestic au, so much fluff oh i’m aching inside just aching

word count: 1.2k

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

sleep never used to come very easily to you. only after giving up your electronics for two hours before going to bed, meditating, inhaling what must have been a toxic amount of calming oils, and doing yoga would you be able to sleep through the night. however, ever since your little boy entered the world, all you seem to want to do is slide into bed and never get out.

tonight, your bladder’s decided to be a pain and ruin your plans.

sighing into your pillow at being woken up, you whine against the soft material before throwing the duvet off of yourself. despite the heat being turned on, chills bubble along your limbs as you pad to the bathroom linked to your bedroom. you’re so sleep-deprived, mind already halfway back to its previous state of unconsciousness and body moving on autopilot, that you don’t hear the creaking of the floors as you wash your hands.

when you come out of the bathroom, your heart nearly stops as you run into a firm surface, and you yelp loudly, sock-clad feet tumbling backwards in shock. thankfully, your husband seems to have better reflexes than you; his arm curls around your hip before you trip, and he brings you into his embrace rapidly.

“tom,” you sigh, forehead falling against his chest, “you scared the fuck out of me.”

chuckling against your hairline, tom drops a kiss on your forehead and pulls back, humming as your limbs circle his waist in return. “sorry, baby, i thought you’d be awake.” he yawns, looking so much like his son when he does the same thing, it makes you smile uncontrollably. “what time is it?”

“ten thirty, grandpa.” teasingly, you peck him on the jaw before exiting his hug, heading back to your warm bed.

tom glares at you as he drops his work blazer on the dresser, a lone clump of hair comically dropping onto his forehead while the rest remains perfectly styled for whatever celebrity event he attended today. you love your man so very dearly, but after this long together, his galas and parties all melt into one and you stop listening. his long fingers begin working on his tie as he shoots you a scowl, “you were already deep asleep, weren’t you, granny?”

bringing the covers up to your chin, you glance at him for a nanosecond before looking away, your own grimace forms. “maybe,” you mutter, gaze interested in the pattern of your duvet.

“god, when did we get so old?” tom whines, untucking his silk, white and beige button-up from his dress trousers and not bothering to take it off properly, choosing instead to wiggle out of it like it’s a t-shirt.

“hm, about three years ago when you knocked me up.” you respond, turning over onto your side to face him, the coziness of your position already lulling you back to sleep.

tom’s head snaps in your direction as his belt clangs to the floor, his honeyed eyes wide with offense. “we were already married, i did not knock you up.” he huffs, taking his pants off.

“potato, potahto.” you mock him in a british accent, loving when he’s riled up with no place to go. “either way, your son aged me ten years. i’m beginning to see all the senior hype about dinners at five and falling asleep to jeopardy by eight.”

the mattress droops under his weight, and tom snuggles up behind you, craving your body heat because he refuses to sleep in anything more than boxers or a pair of sweats. “he’s only ever my son when he does something. ‘s not fair.” he mumbles into your shoulder, the tip of his cold nose tickling your neck and you squeal, turning to face him.

“that’s right, because i’m an angel so all his good traits are inherited from me.” you coo and cup his face to warm up his freezing skin, snorting at the unimpressed look gracing it. “you, however, are a godless gemini. noah’s chaotic antics are all you, tommy.”

grumbling, tom cuddles deeper into your chest, pressing a long kiss to your neck, just over your pulse. “fine, mrs holland, you win this round. only because i’m fucking knackered from work.”

a sad aw, baby falls from your lips, and your fingers comb through his hair soothingly, working out the bits of gel coating some of the strands. tom sighs at the comforting rhythm of your digits massaging his scalp, his shoulders and neck relaxing even more as all the tension of the day evaporates under your loving touch.

groaning, he raises his head, his thinner lips brushing yours along with the tip of his nose. “kiss me, sweetheart,” he whispers, eyes hooded and tone ever so gentle. who are you to object?

your mouths mould together softly at first, both of you too tired and drowsy to participate in anything more than shallow, closed-mouthed kisses. when tom’s hand grips your hip tighter and his tongue slithers along your plush bottom lip, you moan a little, fingers pulling on his hair. before anything can happen, though, like more of tom’s hips grinding into your own, a shy knock resounds on the door.

tom pulls away and rests your foreheads together, his eyes fluttering reluctantly before he kisses you one last time and moves for his closet. grinning at the frustration on your whiny husband’s face, you sit up on your elbows and watch the doorknob begin the jiggle a bit.

“come in, honey.”

as soon as the words leave your mouth, the door opens, a tiny hand reaching up to hang onto the knob. the two and a half-year-old boy is staring at you with large, shiny brown eyes, curls wild on top of his head, and his other hand clutching his favourite plushie, flounder from the little mermaid.

“mama,” noah whimpers, tiny feet trudging a little further into your room, “bad dream.”

“oh, sweetie,” you pout, looking over at tom.

noah does the same, not realising his father was already home, and his eyes light up, bringing about a toothy grin. “daddy!” he squeals, running towards tom, dressed in sweatpants and an old tee now that your child is in the room, who picks him up with just as much excitement.

“hey, buddy,” tom beams, bringing the boy to his face so he can pepper loud kisses across his chubby cheeks. “you couldn’t sleep in your bed?”

“no,” the toddler whines, burying his face in his father’s neck. “there’s monsters, daddy.”

tom and you share a knowing look, matching smiles on your face as noah plays with the material of his footie pyjamas in one hand and clutches tom’s shirt in the other.

“it’s okay, baby, you can sleep next to mama and i tonight, alright?” tom coos, bouncing the little nugget in his arms to melt his pout.

your husband and son fall back onto the mattress, noah immediately snuggling under the blankets like it’s his own bed he’s gotten into, and you snort at his actions. once tom’s settled in, too, he throws an arm across noah’s small body and your side, and you take the liberty of intertwining your fingers.

“night, mama. night, daddy.” your baby mumbles into your chest, humming happily as you play with his hair. he really is a mini replica of his father.

“sweet dreams, baby.” tom replies, squeezing your hand in his.