shiratorizawa's reaction to being woken up at 3 am by their s/o sending them memes pls ?? thx
this is it everyone. i was
put on this earth a little more than 23 years ago to fill this exact request
with the expansive knowledge of memes i’ve collected in my spare time since the
dawn of memeing, from when it was just a niche subculture coming from the
cesspool of Actual Flaming Shit that is 4chan to modern-day popular usage. i
even went ahead and gave each one a specific meme to help me out.
i’m going with
shiratorizawa starters + semi again. tendou’s ties-in with this
headcanon post about him.
The meme you send him: Look at all those chickens!
accompanied with the message “Me, showing off you and the rest of the
He doesn’t understand this
at all. Those aren’t chickens, those are geese. Shiratorizawa has nothing to do
with geese. Perhaps you’re just confused because it’s late at night and you
should be asleep. He answers back simply, “Please do not think of me or anyone
else on the team as chicken or geese. Goodnight.” He doesn’t bring it up in the
The meme you send him: you
just send him a text that says, “The Game”
It takes him a while to
register the text between being sleepy and the vagueness of it. But then he
remembers and he just about tosses his phone across the room. Really?! People
are still playing that?! What year is it?! At least you lost too, because you
had to have thought about it to text it to him. He’s a grump in the morning
when he sees you.
The meme you send him: Reasons
to Live Pepe but with his face photoshopped into the book in the second
At first he’s worried that
you’re texting him at such a late hour and he’s ready to come to your rescue, but
when he opens the text, his fear subsides. He’s very flattered that you feel
that way, but the frog-man thing is somewhat… disturbing. (C’mon, Reon, Pepe
can be cute at times! just not this Pepe.) Not to mention, you both
really should be sleeping. In the morning he gently suggests, that in the
future, to not meme too hard past midnight.
The meme you send him: You
rapid fire text him “Je suis un Ananas” about 30 times (from this video)
Given that does this to
you ALL THE TIME already, it was only a matter of time before you started doing
it to him. He should have known better. Now you’ve challenged him to the
Ultimate Meme-Off and he has no choice but to scour the internet for the finest
vintage memes—we’re talking memes such as the “The Kitty Cat Dance”—because
he knows your comebacks will mostly be very obscure or specific ones from the
Modern Era of Memes. It is on like Dankey Kang. He can sleep when he’s dead.
The meme you send him: this and various other
memes involving “I LOVE YOU” being shouted via caps lock
He forgot to turn down the
volume on his phone before going to bed so his text alert going off nearly
gives him a heart attack. He gets really flustered from the memes, so much that
he has to cover his face with his hands and lie back down because you’re
killing him! He doesn’t even care that you woke him up in the middle of the
night. This is the best night ever! He can’t wait to see you in morning.
The meme you send him:
First you send him the message, “Get ready to have your mind blown” and then
proceed to send him rapid-fire Troll Physics comics (example)
He lets out a very
resigned sigh because he knows exactly what you’re up to, just not what flavor
it’ll be this time. He reads the comics—yes, all of them—that you send and for
a minuscule moment he considers sending you the actual math and
science behind why they’re wrong. Except that’s the point. He shuts off his
text tone for the rest of the night and doesn’t say a word about it in the
The meme you send him: Instagram
quote rebuttals / hipster edits (example)
He squints his eyes at the
brightness of his screen and it takes him a while to process what you’ve
actually sent him. When it finally registers that you sent him a meme of all things (he was expecting something a
little sexier given the late hour), he rolls his eyes and sends back a “Go to
bed, you meme-loving fuck” before going back to sleep himself. At least it was
one you both have jokes about and made your own versions of. He finds a few on
his phone during breakfast to show you.
The meme you send him: Spongebob
but with Alfonso Riberio’s face… you know the
The text startles him awake, but he’s slow to look at his
phone. He stares at it for a while, expecting something to happen as if it were
a GIF or even a jump scare. It’s neither, thankfully, especially the latter. He
doesn’t understand this and actually calls
you to ask you what this means. Are you being cryptic? Even when you tell him
it’s just supposed to be a silly picture, he still doesn’t understand. Poor guy
will never understand your weird humor.
Requested: hi :)) i
really love your blog and i was wondering if you could make a ten semi smut
where it’s just making out and grinding ?? this is my very first time sending a
smut related request so i feel kinda awkward haha, have a great day!!
A/N: hola, thank you so
much for requesting! I hope it is to your liking^^
It’s so short——
**Not For Children**
Word Count: 293
He pouted, moving to the
other side of the sofa. You glanced at him, a small whine leaving your plush lips.
“Don’t move away-”
Clumsily, you crawled to
him, settling in his lap.
“I was joking,” you
assured, “I don’t like Taeyong like that-”
He remained silent,
“Don’t be upset,” you
His gaze met your own,
his warm brown eyes entrancing. He opened his mouth to say something- quickly
regretting his decision.
You giggled at your childish boyfriend, cupping his warm cheeks gently. You
smiled before guiding his lips to meet your own. He let out a quiet groan of
submission, quickly forgetting his distasteful jealousy.
Gently, your lips danced with his own, his hands finding their way to your
You drew back, a smug comment at the tip of your tongue. However, your eyes
widened in bewilderment as he met your lips again, hungrily silencing you. You
whined, your whine accidentally morphing into a low moan as his tongue met your
You could feel the erect member under his shorts pressing into your clothed
heat. This time it was he whom whined, his lips leaving you. Your breaths grew
heavier, your gaze sultry.
He ground his confined erection into you, a gasp leaving you, your back arching
slightly. His lips found your neck, a splay of gentle kisses gracing the tender
skin. Your breath caught as your sensitive clitoris was belligerently ground
“W-Wait” you stuttered,
your small hands fisting his shirt tightly.
He stopped, his lips
ghosting your sensitive skin, his faulty breath fanning it gently.
“I’m not ready.”
It was silent for a
“That’s alright” he murmured,
endearingly nuzzling into your warm neck, his tensed frame relaxing into a
Levy wouldn’t have thought that Gajeel would have taken her challenge seriously, let alone succeeding in said challenge. Yet here they were, sitting at a table tucked away in a dark corner while the rest of the guild partied away, celebrating some random thing. She didn’t choose the corner, of course; she would’ve rather have opted for the quietness of the guild library where she knew no one else would notice and bother them. But Gajeel had to one up her challenge, bragging that he could do it without the others noticing.
“Aw, I love that movie!” Steve chanted as Two-Bit flipped through a stack of movies.
Soda and I were laid back on the couch while the rest of the gang crowded around Two-Bit like a herd of wild monkeys. It was a chilly Friday night and since it was too cold to go out to the drive-in, we were all huddled inside trying to pick a movie to watch.
“Nah I think we should watch this one.” Pony said, grabbing a disk from, the now, very messy pile the boys made.
“Yeah, pick one with James Dean in it!” Johnny piped up.
I sighed and rested my head on my boyfriend Soda’s shoulder.
“Will they ever pick something to watch?” I half-smiled.
“You know how the guys can be” he laughed, flashing me his world famous smile.
I’d been so busy with juggling school and work this week that I’ve barely had any time to spend with my boyfriend Sodapop. Not that I didn’t love hanging out with the gang or anything, we always have a lot of fun. It’s just been so long since I’ve gotten any alone time with Soda. Not that I was worried though, I’m just glad I got to see him tonight. Any time together is worth it.
The boys finally picked a movie and we all settled in. Johnny and Pony sat on the other couch while the rest of the gang stayed on the floor.
I felt Soda’s hand come around and rub my thigh. Chills shot through me, but I brushed it off, figuring he probably didn’t notice he was doing it. The rest of the guys were making small talk or laughing about the movie as it began.
Minutes later I felt a hand caress me again. But this time, he brought his hand even higher up my thigh than before, slowly rubbing me under the blanket.
“Soda” I whispered so only him and I could hear it. “Cut it out.”
“Oh come on baby, I haven’t seen you in forever..” he gave me puppy dog eyes, knowing damn well what he was doing.
I glared at him and he eventually moved his hand back, resting it over my shoulder.
Minutes passed when I suddenly felt Soda lean into me, his hot breath hitting my neck. It was clearly intentional.
I furrowed my brows, now even more sexually frustrated than before.
Fine I thought to myself. If he wants to play dirty, than I’ll show him just how dirty I can be.
I slowly moved my hand across his jeans. A small gasp escaped his lips followed by a smirk as I ran my small fingers up and down his now growing erection. The guys didn’t seem to notice.
“(Y/N)” he warned.
“What baby?” I pouted, imitating his actions from earlier. “We haven’t seen each other in forever, remember?”
“Besides..”I whispered slowly in his ear, carefully unzipping his jeans. I knew he was bound to crack soon. “I miss how good you feel inside me.”
“Jesus” he sighed.
“I miss the way you feel..I miss the way you moan..” “But you know what I miss most of all Sodapop?” I smirked.
“(Y/N) baby, please” he whispered, sounding uncomfortably horny.
“I miss the way you taste.”
With that, I quickly slid my hand out of his pants and right back into my lap. He let out a small whimper at the loss of contact.
“But I guess I’ll just have to wait. Besides, we should finish this movie anyway.” I smiled.
I turned my head to face the TV, completely ignoring Soda’s reaction.
“Oh you’re gonna regret that” he said.
All expression drained from his face except for a look of lust in his eyes.
“Oh, am I?” I smirked back, pretending to laugh at his words.
I could tell Soda’s dominant side was coming out. It was rare to see him like this when he’s usually so sweet all the time, but god did it turn me on even more to hear him take control.
“Touch my cock” he growled in my ear.
I practically choked on my own breath at his words. My confidence in this little game shattered.
“What?” I turned to him.
The Sodapop I knew was never this nasty; it was always about pleasuring me first. By this time, my panties were beyond wet.
“You heard me. If not then get on your knees.” he smirked.
“You mean..r-right here? Like - now?” I choked out, looking around the room at the rest of the gang hypnotized by the television.
“Did I stutter?”
I looked up at him, flashing my best innocent face. I slid my hand back under the blanket and back into his already unzipped pants. My tiny fingers were nothing compared to his enormous bulge showing through his boxers, I practically moaned at the sight of it.
Then, I did the unthinkable. I slowly moved my hand into his boxers, rubbing up and down his length. I could already feel the pre-cum dripping onto my hand. I brought a finger up to my mouth and licked all off his juices off, making sure he saw all of it.
“God, I love it when you’re nasty” he groaned.
I brought my hand back down, going at a teasingly slow pace. I grabbed his length with my small hand and dragged it up and down, running my thumb over the head.
“Fuck (Y/N) - more” he demanded into my ear. His hot breath made my thighs clench.
I squeezed my fist and picked up the pace. Thats when he lost it. Soda’s head tilted back by now I was sure the guys noticed.
I could feel him tensing around my hand and I knew he was close.
Suddenly the tension in the room was sliced in half by the sound of laughter. The lights flipped on and our eyes widened in fear.
“Hey, look at these two!” Two-Bit laughed, pointing towards me and Soda on the couch.
A chant of “Oh my god”, “Y’all are nasty”, “Couldn’t hold it in Soda?“ and “Somebodys getting a little frisky” erupted along with tons of laughter from the gang.
I flushed as bright as a tomato and quickly pulled my hand out of his pants, still hidden under the blanket.
“INJUrE tHEM. I mean uh– what are they like when they’re sick or injured?”
- He shows up to practice despite being injured. They told him he can’t play but he’s just
too eager to be there so he’ll sit by on a bench and watch the others despite being really
fidgety while watching.
- He hardly gets sick because he’s careful about all of it and always eats his vegetables
like a good boy. But when he does get sick, he’ll pretend he’s okay when he has a fever
and looks like he’s about to die.
- Only really stays in bed when his mum tells him to. Otherwise, if it’s just a cold, he’ll work
out to break up congestion but his sneezes are really loud and sudden and once he
almost dropped his weights on himself. (This is why you need a spotter)
- When he’s injured, he usually just grumbles the whole time because it’s an
inconvenience rather than it actually hurting him. “I could’ve been doing *** while I was in
- “Why is nobody resting when they’re sick?” he says as he’s doubled over with a stomach
infection yet is trying to clean his room.
- Satori is the only one willing to drag Eita to bed because he’s used to getting hit by him.
He spends his rest glaring at whoever is taking care of him.
- He doesn’t even remember the last time he injured himself. He’s pretty sure he had a
sprained ankle or something when he was twelve but that’s about it.
- He doesn’t come into school when he’s sick because he doesn’t want others to get sick
too. He’ll go home and stay with his parents because he doesn’t want to inconvenience
his roommate (honestly what a sweetheart)
- He listens to the advice of the doctors because he doesn’t want to miss too much work
despite how the teachers excuse him because of his sickness; when he returns to his
normal life, there’s not much of a gap between recovery and adjusting to everything
- He doesn’t tell anyone when he’s injured because he doesn’t want them to worry. If it
noticeably affects him and others call him out, he explains what’s happened but then the
others just scold him more for hiding it and tell him to rest.
- BEING SICK IS A DIFFERENT CASE. If he has a cold, he’s calling his friends telling
them that he’s dying and can’t breathe all the while sounding gross with his nasally
voice. If it’s a fever, he’ll whisper that he’s going to slowly lose all his senses and die in a
void of emptiness. Literally so over the top.
- Uses his self proclaimed “last moments” to beg for chocolate ice cream even though that
is definitely not going to help his state.
- He’s rather like Semi in the ‘inconvenienced’ attitude to injuries. He is however too
careful with sprain or wounds that he has an bandages them way too tightly till he can’t
feel blood flow
- He’s still pretty high energy when he’s sick and is prepared for it with the amazing mass of tissues in his bag that he carries around with him. He just wants to be up and moving
despite how much everyone protests to it.
- Under the covers however, he’d probably shrivel up and rot away if nobody was taking
care of him. There’s food out for him on his desk but it’s like his blankets have drained all
his energy away (it’s actually just too comfy)
- He’s mildly irritated by his injuries but usually takes it as a sign that he’s been pushing
himself too hard. He doesn’t really find anyone to blame but himself them.
- You’d expect him to be a germaphobe but he’s really gross at home and forgets to clean
up after himself so if he has to take care of himself when the staff at home aren’t there,
he’ll cease functioning and call someone to take care of him.
- He tries to do homework as it’s all he actually does but he gets really tired and falls
asleep in his sitting, sometimes slamming his head on the desk or slipping out of his
- NORMAL. HE’S NORMAL. He doesn’t let injuries bother him too much but he knows
how to take it easy and actually listens to doctors.
- Actually feigns being sick a lot so sometimes people don’t believe him until he’s hacking
up a lung in the middle of class. He does tend to throw up a lot when he’s sick as well;
it’s gotten to the point where when he’s sick, someone will hang a plastic bag on his
desk just in case.
- He gets sick mainly because his diet is 20% instant noodles when he’s lazy during break
and hungry. He shuffles out with noodle pots into the dining room to fill it up with hot
water. The sad thing is that it’s all he actually eats when he’s sick as well too.
- He’s more likely to get injured at home fighting with his siblings. His sister has more than
once threatened to throw him. The other two boys sit back and record, only to tell on the
two once their parents get back home.
- He’s got enough siblings bringing germs into the house, he doesn’t need the others
bringing germs near him when they’re pretty much dying. He tells them to go home and
rest like he does when he’s sick.
- He locks his room and does absolutely nothing when he’s sick. Taking a day off means
that he has an excuse from homework on that day so when it’s late at night, he’ll be
stupid and wake up to finish the homework due for the next day.
I accidentally deleted the ask lmao so here it is anyways
BTS Reaction: You (girlfriend) are tall(5′9) and have a semi-curvy body (Requested)
Namjoon: He wouldn’t you being 5′9, considering he is 5′11. But as far as being semi-curvy, he wouldn’t care about that either way because you were still beautiful to him (plus you looked good in a white t-shirt, jeans, and red converse to him)
Yoongi and Jimin (because they’re both 5′9): Yoongi wouldn’t care for your appearance but he would think it’s weird that you guys are the same height but it wouldn’t bother him. As for Jimin, he would kinda be bothered about the fact that you have the same height, but he would love your semi-curvy body.
Taehyung: He’s taller than you so, HE WOULD BE LIT LMAO. This 4D child wouldn’t care for a single thing on the outside of you. He wouldn’t care about your semi-curvy body, he would love you for you.
Hoseok: This angel would adore you and he would love the fact that his girlfriend is tall and semi-curvy. He really wouldn’t care that you are almost his height, he would just respect you even more for it. Plus he would be excited.
Jungkook: Just like everyone else basically, he also wouldn’t care about your height. He thought it would be cuter if you were shorter but he didn’t mind and it didn’t bother him. As for being semi-curvy, he also wouldn’t be bothered by it.
Jin: He would be the most excited and also the most supportive. He wouldn’t care what you looked like and would always make you feel comfortable about your semi-curvy body. As for being 5′9, he wouldn’t mind. He would just also love you for you.
notes: A big surprise is coming at the end of this part and go check out my collab with @rejectcentral it’s also a Peter Parker story but starts out as a Bucky x oc.
And also @rejectcentral went ham on the fighting scene, and she did amazing!!! So please go check her blog out it’s amazballs!!
German Airport 3 days later…
My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t focus.
The day has come where I fight my boyfri- I mean Spider-Man.
I really need keep that in check, I just need to focus on ‘fighting’ Spider Man to keep him occupied so we can both impress our leaders. I see Peter across the strip from me and the rest of the team, waiting to attack. You know, he really does look good in that suit I mean it just shows off his cute little butt so much like- Oh what am I saying! Focus, focus!
“Are we really going to do this?” I whispered to Wanda, sweat now collecting on my hairline. She nodded her head and gave me a sad smile, knowing I wasn’t ready for what we were about to face. It was the destruction of the Union, and no one was going to be able to stop this collapse.
“Let’s go!” Steve shouted, and we all started running towards the carriers, as that was our main goal point. As Peter became closer and closer my heart pace increased as well. Suddenly, Iron Man and his team start running towards us. I see Peter and Tony exchange a few words before the first collision of metal rings through the air. Black Widow pinned against her best friend, Vision against Wanda, Iron Patriot against Sam, it was all so wrong. This was not what the Avengers were for, this is not what peace looks like. Suddenly I feel a hard collision into my shoulder and I see Iron Patriot flying by. As I struggle to get back up, I can see Peter going after Bucky and Sam. Thinking that Bucky and Sam could hold their own while not hurting Pete too bad I emerged myself in the real fight in front of me. I focused all of my energy towards keeping the beast inside of me under my control, and as I slowly lit up into flames, the hot embers engulfing my body.
“Holy shit,” I hear Vision say. “Is that girl on fire?” I look up to see that Bucky was not doing so hot against T’Challa, so he was my first focus. Running straight towards the two powerhouses I pummel into the side of T’Challa, but soon feel a razor sharp scratch against my calf as he digs into my skin. Letting out a groan of pain I release the royalty and Bucky throws him against the side of a plane. Slowly making my way off the ground I can feel the cool breeze against my flesh wound, but the cold feels good and I relish in the feeling for a few moments. Until my thoughts are cut short by a boyish scream and the sound of glass breaking coming from the airport building. I see a flash of red and blue being dragged across the sky before colliding with a bunch of boxes set on top of one another. I immediately run over to Peter to make sure that he’s okay. He’s fast to get up, the adrenaline in his body has to be on an all time high. I can see his eyes widen at my flaming form but I smile and slap him upside the head.
“You had me worried for a second Spider-boy.” I say jokingly. I know that I can’t see his face under his mask but I can just see him rolling his eyes. Peter grabs me by the arms and brings me close before pushing me back on the stacks of boxes, my landing padded by the cardboard.
“We really have to do this, don’t we?” He asked timidly. I nodded my head as I got up from the boxes and put myself into a fighting stance. He let out a sigh and mirrored my position. I was the first to throw a punch, well I wouldn’t really call it a punch because I never intended for my fist to ever land on Peter, nor to cause him any serious harm. As this went on for a while we both became a little more goofy with our moves, making them less about actual fighting and more about who looks the dumbest. At one point I had actually began to laugh at Peter’s nonsense during this serious situation.
All of the laughing with Peter just reminds me of all of the fun memories that I had with my mom, like our Friday game nights where we would cheat so much but neither cared because winning wasn’t everything, or when she stayed up all night with me binge-watching Criminal Minds because I was too scared to watch it after dark by myself. I got so caught up in the memories of my mom and I that I didn’t realize that Peter was screaming my name until it was too late. I felt strong arms grabbing me around my waist and then I was flying through the air. My body came to a bone chilling halt when I collided into the cement side of the airport building, my head cracking in the back. As I landed on the ground, I tried to catch my breath but nothing was working. My vision became extremely blurry, I felt no center of balance, my head was absolutely throbbing and my left arm felt like someone was stabbing a knife repeatedly into the tanned flesh. I could hear Tony in the background yelling at the top of his lungs at T’Challa.
“That was my daughter you just hurt you fucking ass-hat. I told everyone that she was off limits!”
“I don’t take orders from you, metal man.” T”Challa responded before running off to find Bucky.
I closed my eyes momentarily to try and find some type of relief for my body, but to no avail. I opened my eyes slowly but I saw a figure in front of me that just couldn’t be real. My eyes widened before slowly rubbing them. She smiled and her brilliant teeth were shining miraculously in the sunlight.
“Hello my sweet little Samara” I hear a familiar voice call out. I raise my head off of the concrete and see my angelic looking mother standing there before me. This can’t be real, this can’t be happening.
“Mom,” I questioned cautiously. “Is that really you?” She nodded her head and opened her arms before me. I ran straight into them and laid my head onto her smooth, silk shirt, missing the way that she embraced my body whenever we would hug.
“I miss you so much my little matchstick.” She said smiling while grabbing my face between her two calloused hands. Mom was always a hard worker, she never got the time to treat herself right.
“I missed you too momma.” I said, my voice cracking in the middle of the sentence as I could feel tears now forming in my eyes. I let the salty drops roll freely down my scratched face as I took in my mom’s appearance.
“Mom, you’ll never believe what’s happening. Right now I’m fighting the Avengers with the Avengers, how weird is that? And Peter is on the opposite team but he promised not to hit me too hard.” She smiled at my running mouth, I always blab alot when I’m nervous oddly enough. But as I looked back at the airport, I saw a burgundy and gold suit flying around and I could feel anger bubbling inside of me.
“Mom,” I said with a sharpness in my tone. “Why did you never tell me that Tony Stark was my father? Don’t you think I have the right to know where the other half of my DNA comes from? Do you think it’s fair that I’ve had to grow up without a dad that actually wanted me? No you had to keep him away. Why mom, why did you do that!?” I became more angry, and a fire begins to burn deep within my soul as I keep ranting with my mother. I understood that she was trying to protect me, but does she think that I’m that much of a baby that I can’t handle that?
“Honey calm down, you’re getting warm on one side and frozen on the other, you need to settle down okay? I know that I kept a lot from you, including your name but I did all of this to protect you. Someday you will learn why I did these things but today is not one of those days okay?” I could feel her starting to slip away from me, her faze becoming a haze.
“No mom wait, you can’t leave me, not again.” I whimpered as I clutched onto any piece of my mom that I could grab. All of my attempts were futile though as my hands were met with air instead of the beautiful figure that was my mom.
“In due time my darling, in due time…” her voice faded away in the whistling wind.
“No, no, NO MOM COME BACK. I CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN MOM PLEASE!” I begged, now full on sobbing as I tried to run with the voice but tight arms wrapped around my waist as I felt the familiar feeling of spandex drawing me back into the world.
“No let go of me, that’s my mom!” I yelled struggling against Peter. “Peter I can save her this time, I can.. I can save her Peter just LET ME GO!” I wiggled and prodded and begged but Peter’s iron tight grasp on my body would not budge. Finally I fell against his chest, sobs racking through my body.
‘“Why couldn’t I save her Pete?” I asked him. The pain in my head was back and bolder than ever, it was burning so bad that I could feel my body start to shut down, growing weak in my limbs.
“Samara,” Peter said, shaking me slightly. “Samara, Sammmm, Sammsies. C’mon babe don’t pass out on me, stay awake, keep your eyes on me okay.” Peter ripped off his mask and I could see a black eye forming on his right eye, even then he still looked like the most gorgeous creature that I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but let myself slip into the darkest part of my mind that held the promise of no pain.
“No, no, no. Please baby, I- MR STARK HELP” Peter was now shaking my body violently as my eyes fluttered shut. The last thing I heard was a heavy metal suit landing hastily again concrete and a small, teenage voice whispering,
“Please, let her be okay. She’s the one thing that holds me together.”
~SOME TIME LATER~
I wake up in a panic.
I shoot up from a hospital cot, my body heat went up at an excessive rate making me sweat. Whenever my body does that it means that its rapidly healing to self.
No longer do I feel pain, now I just feel the biting sting of betrayal. My mom kept pretty much my identity from me, I see no logic in her reasoning.
And since she can’t say why herself I’ll go Tony, he has to have something…anything.
“Hello Samara. I’m FRIDAY your father made-”
After the initial shock of hearing the voice of the AI system I cut her off. “No, Tony Stark is not my father.” I said stubbornly.
“Yes Miss Stark, I-Miss Stark I advise you not to get -okay.” FRIDAY said as I completely ignore her and get up. I started to pull at wires off my body, the machine beside started to do a long beep sound and the heart monitor turned flat.
As I was pulling out my IV Tony Stark and Peter come barreling into the room.
When they saw that I was okay, they calmed down.
“Why did you do-”
“Where am I?” I asked looking around and I see a lab with different stations.
“You’re in the Avenger Tower, the medical wing.” Tony said with his arms crossed as he watched Peter comes over to me.
“Sam, you-you’re healed. I’m so sorry I should’ve been faster, I-” I stop him by giving him a hug tucking my head into his neck. “I’m okay, I heal fast, I must’ve missed so much Homework.” I said still into his neck. “I did it. Don’t worry about that, and I talked to Corrine and she has been Captain till you get back to school.” He wrapped his arms around me tight, I move my head back and roll my eyes, “So you wrote my 10 page paper in english? You read Pride and Prejudice?” I asked with a raised brow.
Peter blushed, “Well I think Sparknotes is just as good as reading it.” I smiled, I completely forgot what was happening. That was until I heard someone clear their throat behind us.
Reality had an annoying way to pull me back towards earth.
“You know, I’ve been here the whole time. And really? What is it about you two and Homework?” Tony said once he caught our attention.
I rolled my eyes as Peter let me go as fast as possible, like he just noticed Tony’s existence.
“Sorry, Mr.Stark sir…sir.” Peter said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Now it was time for Tony to roll his eyes. “Wow, okay cutting to the chase I have intel where the Cap and Tin Man are and I’m going to help them, so you,” He pointed at me, “FRIDAY will show you around since you’ll be staying here now, and you,” his finger turned to Peter, “You Spider-ling, I have a car for you, ready to take you home, cause I don’t trust you two alone, mostly I don’t trust you. You stare too much.” Tony said in a egotistical tone. Peter blushed a dark red and replied with his usual, ‘Yes sir’.
We all stand in silence for a moment.
“I meant now, move it people.” Tony shooing us out of the lab. I started to go one direction and Tony went the other, Peter followed me.
Once Tony noticed Peter was following me instead of him he groaned in annoyance and grabbed the boy by the collar.
“Nice try.” Tony said, I waved and laughed as Peter had a sheepish look on his face.
Once they both left FRIDAY started to talk and show me other places throughout the tower. By the end of the tour it was dark and I laying my room Tony designed for me, with a walk in closet that as the latest trends on the hanger.
I laid on the bed feel tempurpedic mattress mold to my body. As I was contemplating the meaning of life, like all adolescents do, when my phone rang. Already knowing who it was I answered it without fail.
“Hey Pete,” I said with a chirp, “Hey Sam, what’s up?” He said his voice sorta muffled and I can hear the distant sound of New York, he’s on Spider-Man patrol.
“I know you’re in Spider-Man gear, swing by and we can hangout.” I said hopefully, looking at the ceiling.
“What about Mr. Stark, I’m not allowed over.” He said with a unsureness edge to his voice.
“Okay first off, I might be related to him by blood but he is not my father so he doesn’t control me or my boyfriend, and secondly who are you more scared of me or him?” I asked now sitting up.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Both..but you more.” He said and I can hear the smile on his face.
“Good, now come over, I’ll leave the window open.” I said once he agreed we hung up.
I got off the comfortable bed and opened my large window that sits above my huge day bed.
I was dressed in small shirt that had the stupidest cat pun that said ‘Get Meowster Here!’ with small black shorts.
I sit back on the bed and swing my legs back and forth in boredom.
“Miss Stark you know Mr. Stark won’t approve.” I jump at FRIDAY’s voice and let out a breath, “don’t tell Tony please.” I asked fluttering my eyes, after a few seconds she answered, “Okay, but just this once.”
I did a small victory dance, then I thought of something,”Hey FRIDAY, can you play Girl/Girl/Boy by Panic! At the Disco please?” I asked
“Sure thing.” FRIDAY said and the song came on loud and clear.
I started to dance like a spaz and embraced it. I was laughing and singing along at the top of my lungs. After the song was done I collapsed on the bed in fit of giggles that was until I hear Peter slowly clapping from the windowsill. I shoot up from my spot from the bed in surprise. He of course had his full Spider-Man uniform on.
“You have a gift!” He said over dramatically
I roll my eyes for umteenth time that day and smiled while walking over to him, when got to him I gave him a peck over his mask.
“Aren’t you going to buy me dinner first?” Peter said as a joke, he always had this new found charisma and swagger when he put of the suit. But we all know he looks better with it off.
With that in mind I put my hands at the base of his mask and pull it off. “Just kiss me you idiot.” I said before bringing him into a searing kiss. I weave my fingers through thick chestnut locks and bring him closer.
I start walking backwards until the back of my knees hit the mattress and I sit down which caused us to separate. We both were taking deep breaths.
“Are we? Like now? Here?” Peter asked in flood, I bite my lip and looked at the spider emblem on his suit, “I guess.”
“Okay um alright, wow.” Peter said in a stutter rubbing the back of his neck. “If you don’t wan-” I started but Peter cut me off. “No no no, I want this, I want you. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this…wanting you.” Peter said in a shy voice and suddenly he finds the floor fascinating. I smile and lifted his chin with my finger, “I have-” again this time Peter cut me off with a kiss.
And the kiss was hot and heavy, felt the back of the of his suit for the button that causes it to come undone. Once I found it I clicked it, and the suit effortlessly fell to the floor. I detached my lips from his and slid back from him to give him room on the bed. Once he completely stepped out of the suit and crawled up to me until he was hovering over me.
“Hi” he said before kissing me briefly, I smile and replied, “Hi” I then placed my hands on his muscular pecs and slowly moved them to the back of his neck and top of his back as he gave me open mouth kisses on my neck, trying to find that spot that makes my toes curl. After a few attempts he found, and how he found out was when I arched my back and digged my nails into his skin out of pleasure.
I felt one his hand travel down to my thigh and gave it a small squeeze, than he began playing with the strings of my pajama bottoms.
“Y-you can can ugh, take-oh god- them off,” I said in a moaning mess.
When Peter leaves my neck I whimper at lost of contact. He hooked his pointer fingers at the band of my shorts and looked at me again, still unsure, I jerkily nod my head and watch as he takes a breath and pulls them down.
He gasps as he sees I have no underwear, I bite my lip as Peter grows pink. I feel something go from hard to solid rock in his boxers.
I feel my breath catch in my throat as he gently places his hands on my knees. “M-may I?” Peter asked and suddenly all of this becomes real and I don’t have any regrets. I love Peter Parker, and I’m giving him a piece of me that no one can take away nor steal. It will forever be his.
“Yes.” I said laid back down watching him as I hold my breath. He slowly opens my legs, and I can feel how wet I was down there, I become embarrassed when Peter is just staring at it with an expression I can’t name.
“You’re stunning Samara, perfect even” Peter said in a whisper. I smile and my fears quiet down.
After a moment nothing happens, “Peter, aren’t you..?” I asked looking at him expectedly.
“Ye-yeah, sorry, where exactly?” he asked embarrassed. I gave him a reassuring look and grabbed his hand, I slowly guided it to where he needed to be. And once I told him what to do we were back in business.
He started to move in tight circles and I let out a cry, “Peter!” I grip the sheets beneath me tight and arched my back again, with my toes curling. I start to pant as Peter gradually picked up speed.
“Peter, Peter, Peter” I moaned like a prayer as I felt something inside me was about to snap. I didn’t notice Peter lowering his face.
All of a sudden it stopped, I was about to say something when I felt Peter has put his mouth over my clit and gently started to suck.
My hips started to buck as pleasure took over my body, “PETER! I’M CLOSE!” I yell as I grip his hair firmly in my hand. As if like a switch Peter goes even faster, and after one more buck I completely come undone and twitch a little, I feel myself violently as Peter lets me go.
I look at Peter with lust hooded eyes, “How was that?” Peter said licking his lips, sliding a finger up and down thigh. Instead of answering him I move forward and grab onto him, we started to kiss again.
After kissing some more and all clothing has come off we both stare at eachother. “I love you Samara.” Peter said holding my hand tight, I squeeze it back and said for the first time while he was wake, “I love you too.”
He smiles wide and gives me a sweet kiss once he pulled away I looked down, I don’t know how he’ll fit, I’m just hoping it doesn’t hurt. As if hearing my thought he said, “I’ll go slow.”
I nodded my head and watched at Peter slowly positioned himself at my entrance, with one final look Peter slowly pushed himself inside of me.
I was expecting pain, but nothing, all I felt was pleasure, I’m glad I broke my hymen during sports. Once Peter was all the way in he sighed in content. After a moment of adjusting to his size, I signaled him to start moving.
And when he did the sensation felt amazing almost unbearable. Mine and Peter’s groans mix together as he pumps his hips slowly.
“F-Faster, fa-oh-oh god!” I was beginning to ask but Peter started to go hard. The bed was rocking in time to Peter’s thrusts and you can hear our skin slipping together when they meet. “Fuck Samara” Peter groaned as he held my hips tighter moving hard against me, I know I’ll marks on my hips after wards.
By this time I’m a moaning mess and I feel the familiar edge that’s about to be met.
“Babe, d-darling, I’m g-” Peter started, “Me too” I moaned out with an arched back. I didn’t think it was possible but Peter started to rock even harder and after a moment for the second time I open myself like a flower, “PETER!” I screamed in ecstasy I feel myself grip him tight, at the sound of me screaming his name Peter comes undone and feel him unravel inside me. I pant as he pulls out, he fall beside me and brings my naked body to his chest.
“I love you Sam,” Peter whispered before kissing the shell of my ear. I smile and whisper ‘I love you’ back before I fall asleep myself.
Warnings: Explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex
Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my draft folder for a while. I wanted to write something for Kale, because she does so much for the authors in the fandom. This one is for you and all the things you do for us. xoxoxo