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You’re Voice is Beautiful

Warnings: little angst? fluff! 

Just so you get the story somewhat, the reader is a selective mute, (sorry if that offends anyone I apologize)and has healing powers.

Hope you enjoy the story ^_^

Loki x Mute! Reader You’re Voice is Beautiful

Loki sat in his room, enjoying the peaceful silence in which he could read. He found Midgardian books more interesting and intriguing then he did with Asgardian books, as he had read most of them. He was currently reading a book about the Romans. The other Avengers were either on missions or busying themselves with work. Y/n was unlike most of the others she, like Loki, stayed in her room, she sat by her window, simply watching the busy cityscape. With her phone a distance away from her, a message displayed on there. She was terrified of what was to be coming. Y/n was taken in by Tony Stark when she had run away from home. She was only 13 at the time but she quickly warmed up to Tony, and almost forgot about ‘Him’. She glanced over at the phone, then decided to re-read what was on her screen, ‘It’s time to be a family again’ she shuddered at the thought that he knew how to get to her and she knew he would likely stop at nothing. She locked her phone and left her room to grab a snack and a drink before she decided whether to leave or stay. As she entered the kitchen she found Loki attempting to make some tea or coffee, she wasn’t too sure what he was doing, but he was muttering curses at the contraption. Loki turned and gave a small smile to her.    “May I ask for your assistance, Lady Y/n?” He said politely, she nodded, “I’m trying to make tea” his gave averted from her. She gave a small smile and gestured for him to take a seat while she made his tea. She pulled a pen she had in her hair bun, writing on her hand, ‘Do you have sugar, and how many if you do?’ he looked over and simply smiled and said: “Two, please, also before you ask, no milk” she nodded and was soon enough done with his tea. She gave him his cup, her hands a little shaky.    “Do I scare you Lady Y/n?” Loki asked, his eyes slightly saddened, she quickly shook her head no. “Then why are you shaking” she shook her head and left the room, locking herself in, as she paced about her room, trying to come to a decision, making a list of pros and cons in her mind. Then she came to her decision. Loki’s hope was partially restored knowing that Y/n didn’t fear him as he had once thought, he decided that he’d go and see how she was, considering he noted a distressing notion in her body language. As he walked down the corridors, he noticed Y/n leaving her room, looking around, before running out. Y/n ran to the kitchen and placed down her letter, she then went to the elevator and left. 

Y/n got out from the taxi and looked up at the looming mansion. Even though her father was a rich man, he was also incredibly cruel, mainly to Y/n. Y/n had suffered for a time at the hands of him, she didn’t consider him anything, but he struck fear into her which kept her quiet, she could speak, but she feared about doing so.

Tony and the others had read over her letter, Tony had gone to his lab, locking himself in there. Nat, Bruce, and Steve went to try and talk to tony, while Loki and Thor sat in silence. Y/n sat in her room, chamber, she was unsure what to call it, it most defiantly wasn’t a room, perhaps a cell, prison, would be a better term. She wore a simple white hospital gown. Her father was preparing her ‘treatment’. She shivered in her room, terrified, of what was bound to happen to her. A week had passed, and the Avengers had finally come up with a plan to get Y/n back.  They went over the plan many times, before heading into action. They stealthily infiltrated the large mansion, taking out most guards. Loki had his bit of fun, using his illusions to distract those in the chamber. They were distracted and were taken down easily with his blades.    “Who might you be?” A man asked, facing him.    “I am Loki son of Laufey” he stated firmly.    “Loki, it shall be a pleasure to kill you right before her” the man grinned sadistically. Y/n watched through the glass, tears streaming down her face as Loki took a couple of hits. Her fists pounding against the glass, with a few hits she somehow passed through the glass. She thanked whoever allowed her to get out. She looked over and saw Loki laying on the ground her ‘father’ over him ready to plunge one of Loki’s knives into him. She ran and knocked her father over, they tumbled, before he sat on top of her.    “You were the cause of everything bad in my life” he whispered and plunged the knife into her stomach, “Now suffer” his gaze boring into her, he noticed a determined looked in her eyes. He then noticed her hand clenching into a fist.  He stood and collapsed to the ground.    “I have suffered” she spat to his lifeless body, she weakly crawled over to Loki, placing a hand on his chest and taking his wounds healing him but taking them onto herself. Loki sat up and noticed that Y/n had fallen unconscious on him, blood pouring from her.

Loki had remained by Y/n’s side, never leaving her, he wanted to hear her voice again, he was sure she had spoken but it was a bit of a blurry memory. He also felt that he had to repay her for saving his life. Y/n had finally woken up after a week and Loki was relieved. A few days then passed, and she was soon released but was told to rest for a while. 

Y/n soon enough returned to her silent state, ghosting around the tower, but mainly remained in her room. For the first week, she had nightmares, which forced her to stay awake, fearful of falling back asleep and soon enough she was looking like a corpse. Loki that night could not sleep either, he got up and decided to wander into the kitchen, he was hoping to make some tea, he found that there was a tea already waiting for him, still steaming. He smiled gently and looked around he saw her hiding in the shadows.    “Y/n are you okay?” Loki asked, she stepped out of the shadows and nodded, “Can you talk?” he asked, she nodded a ‘yes’.    “Could you say something now?” he asked hopefully, she shook her head no, Loki lowered his sad gaze to the floor. Y/n walked to him and placed a hand on his cheek, gently lifting his head to meet her E/c eyes. Loki looked at her with sadness, he wanted to hear her again. She lowered her head.    “I’m sorry,” she said so quietly, Loki almost didn’t hear it, “He shouldn’t have hurt you,” she slowly met his gaze. His eyes were wide with awe, wonder and … love?    “Your voice is beautiful,” he teared up and instantly brought her into a gentle passionate kiss.

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Finally Found My Way

Part 12

Warning: language, a lot of fluff, and um SMUT

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 4.5K

“What took you so long?” Mj said as you sat down beside her.

“My Dad was telling me somethin” You said, she nodded her head. Peter and Ned sat in front of you and Mj, Flash sat on the other side, and the rest of the team was spread out. This decathlon trip was pretty small only 20 people came. Towards the middle of the trip Mj decided, as captain of the decathlon team, to ask some questions. You decided not to answer all of them even though you knew all of them. You were just tired and you had to admit, maybe a little out of it. Peter on the other hand was just straight up mad. He didn’t know why you were pushing him away, or why you’ve been avoiding him or why you yelled at him.

The trip from NYC to DC was four hours, but it took six hours for you guys due to traffic. When you guys got to the hotel Mr. Harrington assigned all of you rooms and a roommate. Luckily you and Mj were together. Ned was with Peter as usual, Flash stuck with Derek. And so on.

“The decathlon starts tomorrow at 10:00am. Everyone should be awake by 8 o’clock so we can leave here at 9. This isn’t like last time, the hotel is an hour away, this was the closest hotel the school could find.” Mr. Harrington said. “We’re all going to meet here in two hours which is at-“ he checks his watch, “7 o’clock for dinner. Got it?” All the students say yes.

Mj opened the room door, stepping in first. You followed behind closing the door. You take a look at the room, pretty nice, two separate beds, a small tv in front, a little desk on the side and a bathroom. A normal hotel room. Mj drops her bag on one of the beds. “I’m gonna take a long shower until we have to leave. You can use the bathroom now so you don’t have to wait long.”

“Ok.” You say making your way to the bathroom. You wash your face and use the toilet. You step out when your done, “all yours.”

—- Peter’s room ——

“ I call this bed!” Ned says jumping on the bed closest to the window. Peter drops his bag on the other bed, just giving Ned a small nod. Ned sits up from the bed, looking at Peter. Usually they fought over who got the bed closest to the window, they usually had a blast on these trips, but he’s noticed Peters been down ever since Friday. “Hey man, you alright?”

Peter turns his head giving Ned a forced smile. “Yea, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t maybe because you look like you wanna beat the shit out of someone every time I look at you,” Ned says casually.

Peter flops down on the bed as he groaned into the pillow. “She’s being so…so…so difficult!”

“Y/N?” Ned says already knowing the answer. Peter flips onto his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Yes y/n! I don’t know what she wants! I’m fucking there for her…all the time and what does she do… SHE YELLS AT ME!!” Ned stays silent letting Peter rant on. “And what, it’s my fault. The fuck??? I didn’t do shit to make her hate me! And now she wants me to leave her alone, after everything we’ve been through. I can’t. I can’t just let her go. I’m fucking in love with her and SHE DOESN’T EVEN SEE IT!” Peter brought the pillow up and covered his face as he yelled into it again.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Ned says, trying to think of ways to help his friend.

“She doesn’t even want me to go near her. She told me to stay away from her. And even if I did tell her she’d probably reject me right away.” Peter said calming down a bit.

“How will you know?” Ned says, peter turns to see his friends face looking back at him.

“I don’t know. Whatever.” Peter says as his body sunk into the mattress.

-two hours later-

“Peter wake up, we gotta go.” Ned says shaking Peters body. Peter groaned as he shrugged Ned’s hands off. “We have to eat dinner.”

“You go… I’m not hungry.” Peter says keeping his eyes closed.

“Fine.” Ned says as he walks towards the door. “I’ll bring back some food though.” Peters just fell back asleep.

—after dinner—

“Hey Ned, uh- where’s Peter?” You say walking down the hall with Ned.

“Oh um Peter, he was tired, didn’t want to come down.” He said not daring to look in your eyes.

“O-okay-“ you were cut off by Flash grabbing you and Neds shoulder.

“We’re all gonna head to the pool in twenty minutes, you guys better be there!” Flash said running past you both.

“Lit!” Ned said excitedly. “I’m gonna see you in a few.” Ned says stopping at his door.

“Okay, see ya.” You say walking past him.

Mj was already in the room sitting on her bed with a book in her hand. “Hey, you going to the pool?” You said grabbing your duffel bag from the floor and lifting it on the bed.

“Yea but I’m not gonna swim, just sit on the side. You?” She says looking at you struggling to find something in your bag.

“Yea, just looking for my bathing suit.” You said finally pulling out your red bikini. “I’m gonna quickly change and we can go.

—Peter’s room—-

“Hey man everyone’s going to the pool right now, you coming?” Ned said as he got out of the bathroom to find Peter flipping through the channels.

“Is Y/N gonna be there?” Peter asks not looking away from the screen.

“Yea but-“

“Then I’m not going. I’m tired anyways and I need to study more.” Peter says finally settling on an old movie.

“C'mon man it’ll be fun. Everyone’s going-“

“I said no. Just go have fun.” Peter says. Ned just nods his head and exits the room.

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You looked around the pool, everyone was there. Everyone except for Peter. That’s it! I’m done with this bullshit.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you tell Mj as you leave the pool and head up to the rooms. You were still wearing your hoodie and shorts, still haven’t taken them off. However you were barefoot because who wears shoes when they go to the pool?

You stopped in front of Peter’s door, your hand hovering over the door. This was a bad idea. But before you back out, your hand came in contact with the door. No answer. You knocked again, this time louder. You heard shuffling around the room and someone unlocking the door. And then there he stood. Curls messed up, sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips and his gray sweater covering his hands. He looked like a mess, but he still managed to look flawless.

“Y/N?” Peter says looking at you and then around to see if anyone was with you. “W-what are… what are you doing here?” He said as his hand went through his hair.

“We need to talk.” You said as you tried not to blush, only images of his naked self popping into your head. Peter stepped out of the way, letting you walk in. He shut the door behind him, taking only a few steps forward. You turn on your heel so you could face him. Peter was looking at his hands as he played with the sleeves of his shirt.

“I already know you hate me, you don’t have to tell me.” Peter says quietly, you could hear his voice crack as he got the words out. And that was a sound you never wanted to here.

“What?!” You weren’t expecting to hear that. You say taking a step forward. Peter looks up at you meeting your gaze.

“You’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got the plague and when I go to ask you what’s up you blow up in my face! I’m so done with this bullshit. If you hate me or don’t wanna see me then fine, just don’t yell at my face saying it.” Peter says quickly looking away from you.

“Peter I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” You say stepping closer to Peter. Now your just inches apart and you could see how much you hurt Peter. Fuck this wasn’t how it was suppose to go. “I’m sorry that I hurt you.” You say quietly.

“Y/N I can’t do this.” He says softly. You look up at him seeing his eyes glazed over.

“What do you mean you can’t do this?” No no no you messed up.

“I can’t do this,” he gestures between you and him, “you and me I can’t.”

You feel the pressure on your heart again, your losing him. “W-what, w-why?” Peter looks up at you.

“I can’t do this because I can’t deal with the fact that I can never be with you. That I can never kiss you, that I can never say how hot and sexy you look. When I can’t say your my girl every time you do something amazing which is everyday. When I can’t take you out on dates and treat you the way your supposed to be treated. When I can’t hold your hand in the hallways and make you feel like your the only girl in the world. When I can’t kiss every inch of your body and make you feel the pleasure you should feel… When I can’t love you the way you should be loved.” You stood there. Shock wasn’t even it, maybe it was. You just couldn’t breathe. He said everything you’ve thought would never happen. But he does, he wants you. After everything that’s happened… he wants you.

You tackle Peter to the ground with a hug. You straddle his hips between your legs, you lift your head up, cupping his cheeks with both your hands and you crash your lips with his. “I love you Peter Parker, I love you so much.” You say against his lips. Peter smiles in the kiss as he deepens it. His hands come up to hold your waist. He finally pulls back, reciprocating the words you said before.

“I love you too Y/ N Stark.” You continue to kiss. Your tongues moving in sync as your hands tangle in his hair. You both pull back to get some air, but that doesn’t stop Peter from trailing the kisses down your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he finds a spot on your neck and begins to suck.

“I was avoiding you Peter because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The only thing I’ve been thinking about was you… in the shower.” Peter freezes, he pulls away from your neck slowly, you see his face red as a tomato.

“Oh-um uh a-about that-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“Peter, every time I see you it’s like all the oxygen in the room has been removed and I-I just can’t breathe. And that was before seeing you naked in the shower. I’ve always liked you Peter, but after the shower I just couldn’t face you without being a horny teenager. Peter I love your smile and your laugh and your dumbass jokes that for some reason always has me dying on the floor. I love the endless nights we stay up watching movies that we’ve already watched a billion times, and when we’d play chess on the field. And I love it when you hold me at night, close to your body, telling me I’ll be okay, because I really feel okay when I’m with you. Peter you make me feel safe when no one else can. Peter I’m so in love you and it’s-it’s like a disease, I’m infected by Peter Parker.” You let out sigh, finally you got it all out. Peter has a huge smile that goes from ear to ear and makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’m in love with you too and everything about you.” Peter says pulling you back down into another kiss. This one more loving, it’s the kiss you have when you truly love someone. When you truly know there yours. You pull back as you caress Peters cheeks, a goofy smile on his face as he stares back up at you.

“I’m sorry I hurt you Peter, I’m so sorry.” You say softly, Peters hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“Y/N, you can never hurt me. I’m here for you, I’m always going to be here.” You smile down at Peter, as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more slow, and deep. Peter’s tongue explores  your mouth, as his hands trace the sides of your body. He retracts his tongue from your mouth, and traces down your jaw to your neck. You hands tangle in his hair, holding his head close to your body. Your breathing becomes heavy as he begins to suck the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone. His hands slip under your shirt as he holds your bare waist, rubbing his thumbs on your soft skin.

“P-Peter…let’s go to the bed.” Peter looks up at you and nods his head. He stands up, lifting you with him, your legs wrapped around his torso. He laid you down gently on his bed, as he continued to kiss down your neck. You slid back on the bed, to give room for Peter, who gladly comes on. He spreads your legs apart, as he settles himself between you. He reattaches your lips with his, as his hands tug at the hem of your hoodie. You sit up, lifting the hoodie above your head and throwing it to the side. You lay back down, waiting for Peter to continue. But he just stares at you, taking in your beauty. He’s seen you without a shirt on, he’s seen you without a bra on, but this is different then the other times. Your not doing this so he can cut you open, your not doing this because your drunk, your doing this because you want to. You soon become insecure under Tom’s gaze, your hands slide around your torso covering it. Peter takes your hands in his, as he kisses you again.

“Your the most beautiful girl in the world. And might I add very fucking hot.” You let out a soft chuckle as Peter kisses down your chest, his lips suck on the top of your breast, your bikini covering your nipples but you could still see a fare share. You soon feel the need for Peter to suck on you. So you arch your back, your hands slipping behind you as you unclasp the bikini top and throw it to the side. Peter freezes. “Fuck” he says under his breath. God you were the most amazing girl he’s ever met, and now you want him. It almost felt like a dream. Peter looks up into your eyes, his face becoming heated. “Um-uh c-can I t-touch em?” Peter says shyly. You smile back up at him.

“Yea Peter, you can touch em” Peter’s hands come down to cup your breasts, his fingers begin to roll his on your now hard nipples. You let out a breathy moan. Peter eye’s widen at hearing you, his head dips down, as he kisses the gap between your breasts. He wanted to hear the pretty noises again. He takes in your right nipple in his mouth. Your breathe hitches, as he begins to suck. Your hands return to Peters hair, pulling him closer to your chest. You let out a few moans, that send shivers down Peter’s spin. He does the same to your other breast. You then begin to tug on Peters shirt, he finally takes it off disgaurding it somewhere in the room. Your thighs rub together, trying to get some friction. Peter soon sees you struggling and begins to kiss down your chest until his lips are right above the waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you before he does anything.

“Um c-can I?” He asks, you nod down at him. He starts to pull your shorts down your legs until there fully off. He settles himself between your legs, coming back up to kiss you. You then feel it. His bulge touching your core. You both let out a gasp-moan type of thing. But that doesn’t stop you from grinding your hips on Peters, earning a few moans from him. Peter quickly sits up , dropping his sweats down and getting back on top of you, his erection was more visible through his boxers. The friction between the two of you was unbearable, but you didn’t know what to do. If you were being honest you were a little nervous, this was your first time. Peter continues to kiss your neck as his hands hold your breasts.

“P-Peter?” Peter picks up his hand and looks at you. You noticed his swollen lips, red cheeks and curls that fell onto his forehead. Fuck why does he look more attractive?! “I-I’ve never had sex.” You say quietly, a little embarrassed.  

“Same.” Your eyes widen, “We can stop. I’m not rushing into anything, I’m fine if you are. But we can stop.” Peter says quickly. he wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable. he didn’t want you to be pressured into anything. But you weren’t, you were just afraid that you might not be good. That Peter won’t like you anymore. If anything, you really did want lose your virginity right now, to Peter. Only Peter. You shake your head.

“No, I-I wanna keep going.” You say looking up at Peter innocently. And that just makes Peter’s love for you grow even more.

“Y/N you don’t have to-”

“I want too. I want to have sex with you Peter. Only you.” you say nodding your head.

Peters face became more flustered, “Okay.” he said leaning down to kiss you. “Give me a second,” he says jumping off the bed and running to his bag, which laid by the bathroom door. You saw him shuffle through his clothes, until he came back with a… condom.

“You seem prepared?” you say teasingly. Peter hopes back on the bed, as he came back between your legs.

“Well um, when we got off the bus, Flash gave all the guys condoms saying that we might get laid and we should be prepared.” Peter says, as his cheeks became more red. You let out a soft laugh, that seems to ease Peter’s nerves. Peter dips down connecting your lips together. He moved his kisses down your body until he was by your bikini bottoms. He hooked his fingers around the sides, but looked up at you one more time. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, I’m sure.” And with that, Peter slid them down your legs until they were on the ground on the other side of the room. Your legs were spread apart, and Peter was between you. Peter was only inches away from your throbbing core. As eyes widened when he noticed how wet you were.

“Fuck, that shouldn’t be legal.” He says coming closer. You let out a breathy laugh. He soon got close enough that you could feel his breath against your heat. Peter left kisses along your inner thigh.

“P-Peter, please.” you say as you watched Peter between you. Peters eyes flicked up to see your begging ones. A smirk was plastered on his face as he took a bold lick up your folds. You let out a moan, as your hand comes to hold onto his hair. Peter begins to suck your clit as his hands held your waist. Soon enough, you feel a finger slip inside you. You gasp at the sudden movement but relax at the pleasure of his finger inside you. He then slipped in another finger as he began to pump you. He continued to suck your clit as his finger curled inside you. You the get a feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. You’ve read stuff online, so your pretty sure this is a build up to an orgasm. “P-Peter-“ you get cut off when you no longer feel Peters fingers inside you. You open your eyes, which you hadn’t realized were closed. They landed on … Peter sucking his dripping fingers. He took out his fingers with a ‘pop’.

“Your so fucking good,” he said licking his lips.

“Peter… please.” You say breathlessly.

“Please what,” Peter whispers in your ear as he kisses under your ear. Your fingers come up to the waistband of his boxers. You tug on them a little.

“I need you inside me Peter. I need you to fuck me, please.” Your practically begging now.

“As you wish.” Peter sits up on his knees lowering his boxers down until his length came up slapping against his chest.

“Fuck-“ you never thought you’d Peter Parker naked in front of you again.

“I should probably text Ned to stay with Flash for the night,” you just nod, not taking your eyes off of the boy you love. Peter was kneeling between your legs, fully naked, texting his friend. You saw his cock twitch, and you couldn’t help it. Your soft hands wrapped around his hard length. And you begin to pump. Your hand sliding up and down his shaft. Peter almost drops his phone as he lets out a moan. “F-Fuck Y/N.” Peter hits send as he drops his phone to the side, ripping the condom open. “I need to be inside you.” Is all he says as he slips the condom into his cock. You lay back down on the bed as he comes between you. One hand was on one side of your head keeping his balance, the other held his cock. “It’s going to hurt when I go in. But it will feel good after.” Peter says as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay,” you saw smiling at Peter.

“Okay, if you want me to stop just tell me.” You nod your head, as Peter crashes his lips with yours. “I love you so much,” he says against your lips.

“I love you too.”

“Okay ready.” Peter says as his head teases your folds.

“Yes I’m ready.” And with that, Peter guides himself, pushing into you. His head falls on your shoulder as he lets out a loud groan.

“Fuckkk!- your so t-tight.” He says trying to hold still. You had to admit it, it hurt. But after adjusting a little you told peter he could start moving. Peter intertwined your hands as he kissed you deeply. His thrusts were slow and deep. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, his length slipping in and out of you, hitting your walls.

“F-fuck Peter…. please go f-faster” You say, Peter picks up the speed. He slids in and out, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot. But you needed more. “Fuck Peter!” You yell out when you feel his lips reattaching to your breasts. He couldn’t help himself, he loved the noises that left your lips. He loved the noises that he made leave your lips.

“I-I read online… if you d-do this, you hit a different spot.” Peter picked up one of your legs resting them on his shoulder, he readjusted himself so he was more on his knees as he hit a spot you’ve never felt. It was so much deeper. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. It felt so good. as he slammed into you. “T-there it is”, he said continuing to hit the same place earning louder moans from you. You soon feel the knot you felt earlier.

“F-fuck, I think I-I’m gonna come.” Peter picks up the speed as his hand came down to rub circles on your clit. Your head fell back in ecstasy. You fingers grazed Peters back. Crescents and red marks decorated Peters back.

“Come for me.” Peter says as you begin to unravel. Peter continues as you clench around his cock earning a loud moan from him. His thrusts become sloppy as he sucks on your neck. Soon enough Peter’s head rests on your shoulder as a loud moan escapes his lips. You and Peter stay like the for a few more minutes until it starts to hurt.

“P-peter can you pull out?” You say softly, Peter quickly pulls out.

“S-sorry.” He says flopping down next to you. He leans in planting his lips against yours as a real sorry.

“That was-“

“Amazing.” Peter says kissing you once more.

“Yea really amazing. Thank you.” You say softly as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“No, thank you for trusting me with this.” Peter says kissing your forehead. “I love you.” Peter says.

“I love you too.” Peter soon got off the bed. Going into the bathroom. He wet a towel before he came back. He cleans you up first, spreading your legs and softly rubbing the towel on your core and around, cleaning the mess. Then doing the same for himself. He picks up your bikini bottoms and hoodie handing them to you as he slips on his boxers. “I really like that hoodie,” Peter says with a smirk as you put on the hoodie, letting it fall down your chest.

You looked down at the hoodie your eyes widening. You forgot you even had this, you just threw stuff into your bag hoping you got everything. This was Peter’s hoodie. The one he gave you after that night in his room. You felt your face heat up as you played with the sleeves of the hoodie. “Oh I um I just threw whatever I found on.”

“You look amazing in it.” He says sitting back down on the bed, pulling your body into his.

“Can I stay here for the night?” You ask quietly. “I want you to hold me.” Peter looks down at you, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course,” He pulls the blankets out as he let’s you crawl under and soon follows. When the blankets came above the both of you, Peter pulled you close to his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as your legs slipped between his. Your hand traced shapes on his bare chest. Peter kissed the top of your head as he relaxed into your touch. He missed this. He missed you. He vowed to himself to never let anything happen to you. He was never going to let someone hurt you, or make you feel like you need to prove yourself. Because you are perfect just the way you are. And he was going to protect you anything and everything. “Goodnight beautiful.” Peter whispers as you fall asleep in his arms.

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A/N: I just felt like in this part there should be smut, sorry if it was unexpected, but I thought it was cute.  And Part 13 will probably be the last part to this series, I might have an epilogue idk. I’m gonna open requests soon, so keep checking! Love y’all ;) 

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This is really sweet and fluffy. I love it !

Movie Night

a/n: okay LISTEN i was going to bed when my brain decided to be an ass and give me a cuteass story idea and now we’re here sooo enjoy if this is crap i never posted it

Summary: Even superheros love movie nights 

Parings: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings: some cursing cause i’m good at that, infinity war doesn’t exist here woo, too much writing but who really cares

Movie nights at the Avengers compound were Peter’s favorite. In fact, they were everyone’s favorite. The teams of enhanced and highly trained adults never got a minute to settle and do humane things, bond. Times like these were their favorites; where they could just sit and relax in their pajamas, enjoy some random comedy movie or sitcom with the people they fight side by side along with the added bonus of sharing this time with one of the people the team cares about most: Y/N Stark.

Y/N came into Tony’s life at a rather unusual time. He remembers it vividly, wishing his 38 year old self hadn’t freaked out so much.

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Ahhh I really love this series and I can’t wait for more parts

Broken Promises (Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader)

The Broken Wings Series

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Summary: You’re a little tired of your dad breaking his promises, so as retribution, you break a few of your own.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader 

Word Count: 5,652

Author’s Note: GUYS. Billy is in this chapter. And that’s all I’m saying about it.

Warnings: Language (as always). Underaged drinking. Things get a little steamy (but I don’t write smut, so no worries there.)

Today was one of those rare days that you actually woke up to your alarm clock, giving you time to pick out your outfit rather than just throw things on and avoid having your dad bang down your door to get up. You really needed to do this more often. You yawned as you walked out of your room, coming down the hallway and catching sight of  El standing behind your dad. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took her in, draped in the white sheet you made for her a few days ago. “Ghost,” El said, simply.

“Yeah, I see that,” your dad walked past her, pan in hand, towards the counter. He dumped out the french toast onto three plates.

“Halloween,” El followed him.

“Sure is, but right now it’s breakfast. Ok? Come on, let’s eat. Y/N,” he shouted out for you, and you stepped into view, sliding into your seat at the table. He relaxed a little bit, thankful that he wouldn’t have to fight you to get up today.

“They wouldn’t see me,” El started and you drew in a breath.

“Who wouldn’t see you?” Your dad asked, bringing two plates over to the table. He cut his eyes from you to the french toast, and you scrambled to get up, grabbing the last plate and bringing it over.

“The bad men.”

“What are you talking about?” Your dad asked, and you slid back into your seat, keeping your eyes down as he looked over at El.

“Trick. Or. Treat,” El stated, haltingly. “You wanna go trick or treating?” he looked at El as if she was crazy and then shifted his gaze to you accusingly.

“I’d take her,” you offered. “Make sure nothing bad happens. That the sheet stays on. We’d be back by 7. 7:30 at the latest.” Which would give you plenty of time to make it to Tina’s party.

He shook his head. “You know the rules.”

“Yes, but,” the two of you chorused.

“So you know the answer,” he stood up, taking El by her shoulders and walking her back from the table. This was not a good sign.

The two began to talk over each other, and you moodily looked at your french toast, pushing at the piece of bread with your fork.

“No, but I don’t–they wouldn’t see me”

“Hey. I don’t care.”

“But they wouldn’t—”

“I don’t care, alright?”

“–see me.”

“You go out there, ghost or not, it’s a risk. We don’t take risks, alright? They’re stupid, and…”

“We’re not stupid,” El spat the last word out, and your dad caught the tone, backing up a little. His jaw set and he took in a breath to calm himself.

“Exactly. Now you take that off, sit down, and eat,” he ordered. “Your food’s getting cold.” He walked back over to the table as El threw your costume to the ground.  "And you–“ your father pointed at you. "Don’t encourage her.”

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Keith is a pretty pretty princess

Princess Keith has come to save the day! 

Please let Keith be in the DnD episode…

Here is my other Princess Keith stuff <3

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i loved those flashbacks to carol and maria singing karaoke 😭

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