god i look hideous

Uptown Girl [5]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: first of all, i want to say thank you to everyone who’s read uptown girl!! i cannot thank you enough for all your kind words <3 second, i lied lmao there’s gonna be one FINAL chapter after this one (i promise this is for real now lmao) p.s. peter’s pov lol

p.s. (2) don’t hate me for ending this chapter where it ends lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by buckybarnres

“Karen, could you show me the videos I took on my phone from last Tuesday.” I was laid down on the top of a building after a long afternoon of running after car thieves and helping lost tourists. All I wanted to do was see Y/N and sleep.

“I’m connecting to your phone, now.” Karen’s robotic voice filled my ears. “Playing video footage.”

My vision was filled with Y/N’s smiling face as we walked in the park. Her hair was blowing in the wind and the light that was hitting her face made her look like an angel.

“Peter! Put that away! I look hideous right now.” She exclaimed in the video. As if she could ever look hideous.

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In The Rain or...In My Bungalow?

Smutty Owen/Reader scene where its been pouring rain all day and your both trapped in his bungalow and there is nothing to do so you just end up having sex. Prompt by Anon

You were forced to drive in the rain because your boss Claire insisted on you getting certain paperwork regarding the velociraptors behavior. You knew that Owen Grady wasn’t reliable when it came to getting paperwork done in time so you told yourself that you’ll help him out with it and be done so you can go home to your own bed.

As you drove up to the bungalow, it began to pour down hard. The rain drops pounding against the windshield. You put the car into ‘P’, grab your water-proof suitcase to use as an umbrella. When you open the car door, you made a quick dash towards the bungalow. However not thinking about how it is a bad idea to run in the rain, you end up slipping on the muddy ground and fall on your ass hard. You are a muddy mess and out of anger you started to curse at yourself for getting into this situation.

“Ma'am?”

You hear a voice, distracting you from your fit of anger. You look up to see Owen Grady standing at the front porch of his bungalow, getting soaking wet from the pouring rain. He moves rather quickly towards you. You tried to stand up but you end up slipping in the mud again.

“Dammit.” You mutter under your breath.

Owen was by your side before you knew it, looking over you. “Geez are you alright ?”

“I’m just…peachy.” You told him sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be sarcastic, Y\n.” Owen says. “I’m trying to be helpful.”

He places one arm under the back of your knees and use the other on your back and lifts you up, carrying you back into the inside of his bungalow.

You’re surprise on how clean his place look, at least it looks clean. Owen had a few pairs of shirt lying around the floor, piles of what you guess to be various paperwork on top of a wooden table. The inside smelled of lemons and something else you can’t put your finger on but you did love the smell.

Owen sat you down on his old couch that was covered in stitch patches. Your body melt into the softness of the couch.

“You might wanna get undress.” Owen suggest. “You’re wet and kind of muddy.”

You slap your hand onto your face embarrassed. “Oh god I must look so hideous now. And I’m messing up your-”

Owen places a finger to your lips to silence you. “You still look beautiful as ever, Y/n. And don’t worry about the couch. Listen why don’t you use my shower and I’ll put your clothe in the washer and dyer. Deal?”

“Okay but I don’t have extra clothes…”

“You can use mines. I think you’ll look handsome in my work uniform.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Owen…”

“Fine. Just T-shirt and boxers.”

You went into his small bathroom and wasn’t really surprise that he only had some kind of walk in shower. You slowly discard your muddy and wet clothes and place them in a pile near the crack open door. You turn on the shower and step inside. Your muscles relaxes a bit from the gentle warm water. You start to think about how attractive Owen Grady is, how you always had this silly school girl crush on him. You thought about him touching you all over your body-

“Stop it,” You scold yourself for having such explicit thoughts about someone who is out of your league.

After getting out of the shower you find your clothes gone and a dry towel with a big t-shirt and shorts in place. You put them on and go to find Owen.

He was sitting Indian style on the floor, with a guitar in his hand playing a few notes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so you saw his abs and-

“You smell really good, Y/n.” Owen said, not looking up from his guitar.

You blush. “Well it’s your soap I used.”

He looks at you with his usual cocky grin. “That’s what makes it better. Besides what on Earth made you want to drive out here in the rain?”

“Claire needed some paperwork. It will only take me 20 minutes-”

“Sorry to break it to you but it’s pouring down and it will be like this for awhile. And I don’t want you driving in this weather.” Owen informs you, his eyes serious.

“Claire isn’t gonna like this delay.”

“She will get over it.”

You sigh deeply, sitting back on his couch. Owen puts down his guitar and moves to sit next to you.

“Claire giving you a hard time?” He asks you.

You shake your head. “Not really. I’m just…I dunno. Ever since she went on that date with you..she’s be a little unbearable.”

“Ah.”

“How did it go?If you don’t mind me asking…”

Owen scratches the back of his head. “Not fun. She is a bit too…controlling. Everything has to be perfect with her ya know?”

You chuckle.“Of course I know. I work with the woman.” You look at him. “I thought you like women like Claire.”

He looks back at you. “I went out with her cause she see nice and I’m not saying she’s not but…she and I are way too different. Besides I like someone else.”

You got curious and slightly jealous. “Oh and who might she be? Do I know her?”

“You.” Was all he said.

You was taking by surprise. Owen Grady actually like you. You. The biggest clutz in all of Jurassic World and the amazing raptor tamer likes you.

You felt as confidence took over your body as you reach over to Owen and kiss him on the lips softly. You can feel him tense up a bit, possibly from the shock of you kissing him first and then you can feel himself relax and he starts to kiss you back.

His tongue traces against your lips and you allow him to enter your mouth. You felt his hands caress your sides softly as his tongue was fighting against yours for dominance. His hard body presses against yours and you can’t help but to groan into his mouth. You can feel his erection growing and pressing against your bare thigh. Owen pulls away from the kiss and starts to plant soft butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

Your mind is so clouded with lust, you merely nod but thought it was sweet of him to be concern about your well being.

He began to nibble on your neck and his hand trails down to your stomach and slips pass the waistband to rub your arousal. Your moans grew louder, almost high pitch. He rubs you skillfully and kisses you again to contain your moans. You felt yourself get closer and closer to climax-

He pulls his hand away and you groan at the lost of his touch. He merely smirks at you. “Eyes on me.” He orders.

You kept you eyes on him, letting him take off the shirt and shorts you borrowed from him. You lean back as he leans into you, his now darken green eyes never leaving yours. Owen places a soft kiss on your lips and moves towards your neck, the valley of your breast, navel until he was in-between your thighs. You feel his hot tongue on you and you would have jump off the couch if he didn’t have his hand place firmly on your stomach. He did a few more teasing licks before moving back up to face you.

You tried to hide your face using one of couch pillows because he look so intimidating but he sighs, snatching the pillow from your hands.

“Eyes on me.” He said deeply, his arm sliding under your neck while he uses the other to take off the shorts he was wearing. You bite your lip feeling the tip rub against your opening. You let out a moan as he slid into you slowly. It was sweet torture.

‘He’s big’ You thought.

He stares at you as he starts out his thrust slowly. Then he moves a bit faster and you close your eyes.

“Hey. What did I say?” He pulls on your hair, not hard enough to hurt but enough force to get your attention.

“Huh?” You moan as Owen starts to do slow but hard thrust.

“What.” Hard thrust. “Did.” Pulls out. “I Say.” He gives you a hard thrust. “Y/n?”

“Eyes on you.”

“Good girl.” He moves faster now, pounding into you. “I’m your alpha.”

You could feel your orgasm building up inside of you but Owen slows down again.

“Owen..” You whined, moving your hips.

“Say it… He growls softly in your ear. He starts to thrust into harder and faster now. “Who am I, Y/n?”

“A-Alpha.”

“Again,” He orders.

“My alpha.”

A few more thrust and your body began to spasm as Owen’s movement became erratic until you heard him groan, reaching his own climax as well.

The two of you lay there, listening to the soft rain and low crackling thunder. Owen hugs you close to his sweaty body, kissing your forehead.

“So how was it?” He asks you.

“That was…fucking great.”

“Wanna go for round two?”

You laugh at him. “Later. Now I’m tired.”

fitz/simmons romcom au

un-shit-yourself asked 💃💃💃💃💃 FOR JAY 💃💃💃💃💃

OC in some radical 90’s clothes

Oh no. oh NO. xD Also bonus Anders in a crop top. You’re welcome. ^u^ (See I lived my first ten years as a human being in the 90′s and still I had no idea what 90′s fashion actually entailed. Google may have made me laugh several times oh gods people really wore this stuff???)

Thank you, this was a blast xD

#scrub #I haven’t worn this sweater in like 2-3 years bro

I went grocery shopping with no makeup and spent the whole time thinking god I probably look so hideous rn…dontlookatme….then I came home and looked in the mirror and actually I looked cute? Skin smooth af? lips luscious and moisturised? Self hate WHOM???

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“No, go away. I haven’t got any eyeliner on.”

“Good god woman, you’re hideous.”

I choke out a laugh, but looking at him is going to make me cry, so I turn my head back to stare at the wall. “Is she ok?”

“She’s fine.” He smooths my hair down over my back. “I’ve seen her. She was staying up late and watching some movie about princesses with a very nice lady who’s going to sleep on your couch tonight.”

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