Oh, To Be The Owner Of A Small Bookshop On A Cobblestone Street With Roses Climbing The Front Of The

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

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prompt: reader is shy and always a really good submissive, has never been punished, but wants daddy!remus to spank her. this is inspired by this post.

word count: 1.1k

big thanks to nani for helping inspire this @ameliora-j

warnings: smut, 18+, spanking, d/s dynamics, daddy!remus, crybaby!reader, poly!mauraders, lily and marlene are in this! everyone fucks everyone, tbh.

you sighed, gently smoothing your skirt. It wasn't like you were nervous to ask remus for things, you were always well behaved; which meant he never told you no, and he probably wasn't going to this time either.

it wasn't like you wanted to be bad, that was out of the question. the thought of remus having to punish you for breaking rules you all had made- it made your tummy flip and not in the good way.

it was an innocent conversation.

marlene sat down next to you in potions, a soft wince came from her lips. "what's wrong?" you frowned, it was probably cramps, you had thought.

she flushed, glanced at you. lily leaned in suddenly interested in the conversation. "it's nothing, i just, mm sore, one of the boys spanked me last night," her voice is hushed. lily pouted.

"oh that s'no fun," lily whispered frowning. your face scrunched. "y/n has no idea what that's like," marlene giggles. "never misbehaves for remmy," she adds, her voice was light as air. your shoulders drop when you realize marlene isn't nearly as distraught as you would be. you realize, maybe she even liked it.

and that's how you found yourself crawling into remus' lap, nuzzling into his neck giving him little kisses. remus wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. his hand moves to your lowerback, holding you in place, the other fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "what is it, bunny? what d'ya want when you act like that, hm?"

your cheeks heat, a soft whine escapes your lips. "wan daddy t spank me.." you whisper, you can hardly figure out what you said and remus is clueless. he would've sworn he heard the word spank..

"what baby? y'know daddy can't understand when you mumble," his hand comes around to grip your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. "use your words, like a big girl," he hums softly.

you bite your lip. "want daddy to spank me, i, i'm never bad but i wanna see what its like because you know the girls were talkin' and i think they even like it, n everyone says mm too good to be spanked but i didn't wanna be bad, daddy," your lip quivers and you flush again realizing you're rambling, playing with your fingers as you're forced to look at him.

remus grins, "you want daddy to spank you?" he chuckles, rubbing your thighs gently. "you know it's gonna hurt right bunny?" you blush, and nod, well the best you can. he lets go of your jaw and chuckles. "daddy's ruined you, c'mon then, over my lap." he smirks, and your eyes light up, as you stand up. you giggle softly and lay yourself over his lap. "bunny, if this is too much you tell me and we'll stop. daddy wants you to be comfy okay?" he hums, moving his hand to push your skirt up and gently rub your ass over your panties. "i know, daddy, i will, promise!" you nod softly and wiggle your feet in anticipation.

remus smirks, "naughty little girl. i've never met a girl who wants to be punished and hasn't done anything wrong," he hums. you whimper, his words shot straight to your core. remus hand came down hard, you jolted forward and whimpered loudly. another came after, you gasped and kicked your feet, whining. "ouch!" you gasp, expecting him to be softer since you really hadn't done anything wrong. "stay still," remus voice is firm as his hand comes back down on your backside, he makes sure to hit the curve of your ass and the small patch of skin between your cheeks and thighs. it guarantees you'll feel it when you sit down later.

after 15 smacks, remus sits you up. your mascara is running and now you know how marlene felt, except you can't even imagine sitting on a wooden bench. you whimper softly, "was i good daddy? a good girl?" you whimper, your eyes are big and everything feels fuzzy.

remus smiles widely, "did s' good bunny, mm so proud of you." and he kisses your temple, gently standing you up. "right then, lets get you some cream?" he whispers, leading you up to the dormitory.

you nod softly, mumbling quietly, "yeah daddy, wanna be good,"

"you were so good, c'mon. daddy's good good girl,"

a few hours later, your small friend group had settled into the common room. marlene, lily, james, remus, and sirius. all of you were cuddled up together, talking absentmindedly.

"siri, daddy's mean." you pout, looking up at him. you were definitely wanting to milk your spanking for cuddles and kisses.

"he's mean? what did remmy do to the baby?" he mumbles, pulling you close, his hands resting gently on your thighs rubbing small circles.

"he spanked me! and i didn't even do anything!" you pout, crossing your arms, small giggles coming from marlene and lily.

"bunny, you forgot to mention that you asked." remus hums, chuckling softly and glancing at sirius.

sirius was quick, pulling you across his lap with a squeal and pulling down your pajama bottoms. you gasp, and squirm. james whistles, marlene gasps. neither her or lily believed you'd actually been spanked, and certainly not hard enough to leave a mark. but there it was, remus' hand had left a small imprint on your ass.

"i reckon he did, didn't he? i didn't know bunny liked to be spanked," sirius smirks, rubbing your ass gently. you whimper.

"she begged me, wanted me to spank her like the other girls," remus smirks and you wiggle.

"daddy, mm embarrassed." you mumble and remus just grins.

"what? you didn't want everyone to see your bruised ass? daddy worked hard on that," he hums, reaching over and giving a firm slap, it made you squeal again.

"i want to bruise your ass next, bunny." sirius says, his voice is deep, you can feel that he's hard underneath you. you're sure that everyone can see how wet you are, it makes you hide in his thighs.

"once these heal, we can see who can give her the most bruises," james smirks, you whine. "nuuh, no! im a good girl!" you squeal squirming to get up, sirius is reluctant to let you, watching you wiggle your panties up, leaving your bottoms on the floor.

"of course you are bunny, but you liked it, i think you want it. want daddies to take turns spanking you until you cum?" james hums, you bite your lip, then nod softly. "words."

you squeeze your thighs together, "want daddies to spank me until i cum," you whisper nodding softly.

marlene giggles, "you have to document the bruises!" she says, and you glare at her, playfullly of couse.

"oh we can take pictures! then we can see who did the most bruising! i'll get my camera!" lily is quick as she runs to her dorm room.

and that is the story of how spanked asses from you, lily, and marlene were all pictured and kept in the boys wallets.

Oh to own a little used book/record shop in muggle london and it has little plants everywhere (all named of course) and books just are pilled everywhere with big comfy chairs and snacks available for customers while reading and a cat who comes and goes as it pleases but will lay inbetween the stacks to stretch out in the warm rays of sun from the bay window and then one day a boy comes in and doesnt say anything just buys a couple books(what do you know theyre your favorite) and obviously you tell him that so he smiles and leaves promising to come back and he does a week later and walks through the aisles listening to the record you have playing in the corner of the shop before asking you for your recommendations since you two share the same taste in books and how could you say no to a face like that so this goes on for months before he asks you out and hes shy but you find out hes quite witty but always kind and when you can feel like you trust him you tell him you're a witch only to realise hes a wizard and that boy's name is remus lupin and you live happily ever after over the bookshop with the cat that indefinitely decides to stay.

Just a thought.

when in doubt, knock out the driver.

summary: peter and you being the #1 chaotic duo. Tried making this one funny and light-hearted because all of us could use a laugh right now. | no pronouns used

"Look at what dad just sent me," you said, handing over your phone to Peter.

It was a video of Spiderman fighting three men at once, which seemed to be a clip from the morning news.

"I feel bad for him, that punch looks like it hurts," you winced, seeing one of them hit Spiderman's face with the back of a gun.

"It does," Peter agreed, rubbing his jaw which still didn't feel the same.

The bus took a sharp right, making you almost fall down. Straightening up, you tutted. "You've gotta stop saying ominous stuff. You talk as if you are Spiderman."

His face drained of blood. He looked around, making sure no other passenger overheard their conversation.

"But he isn't stupid enough to go around dropping hints," you continued, thinking hard. "But of course, if you are Spiderman, I guess that does make you stupid enough to do exactly tha— wait a damn minute."

Uh oh.

You were too shocked to be angry. You were too shocked to form coherent thoughts actually. His eyes were pleading the same word over and over — no, no, no, not here.

"Peter..." you said slowly, trying to laugh it off. "If you're a superhero who slings around the town and wears spandex, you'll tell me, your best friend...right?"

"I'm not Spi-" his words drifted off when he saw or possibly felt something familiar.

Call it his spider senses, but he looked directly over your shoulder, where he could see three or four men in the front seats of the bus, all of them looking innocent enough.

Were they though? The gun poking out of one of their jackets said otherwise.

Several things fell into place.

a) they were definitely that same group of criminals he came across last week.

b) they don't know he's Spiderman and is probably just passing through town.

c) you were still yammering on about something, but he wasn't listening.

He knew he should let it go. It was far too much dangerous to confront them in a bus full of people. But the guns, they made him tick. If something happened, he couldn't even help anyone because he wasn't in his suit.

After a moment of indecision, he decided to change that.

"Y/N, can you hand me over my bag?" he interrupted, pointing to the one you were holding for him.

"Sure, is it your Bat Signal?" you asked, scoffing. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! It's like, what else have you been lying about? Do you even like my meatloaf?"

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" he used his sharp tone, the one he reserved only for extreme cases, like when you eat the last slice of pizza. You instantly focused, wondering why he was serious all of a sudden. "I need you to do something for me."

"But—"

"Spiderman, yes I'm sorry. But right now, can you please trust me?"

You groaned. "What did you do now?"

"Nothing yet," he said, unzipping his bag. "I need to go to the backseat where it's empty and change into my suit. If anyone looks that way, can you please distract them?"

"Wait, what—"

"Just do it, okay?" he said hastily, getting up and moving to the back as unsuspiciously as he could. No one gave him a second glance, which he was grateful for.

Finding out your best friend's Spiderman was enough shock for a day, but of course he had to give you an impossible task too. Fortunately, he was just throwing the suit over his current clothes, but unfortunately, you could see it through the bus's rear-view mirror.

And if you could see it, so could everyone else.

To be fair, no one had looked at the reflection yet but the bus was full of people and statistically, it was impossible to miss what was going on. You had to do something quickly.

What would distract all these people at once? you started panicking, then stood up and pointed to the first unusual thing you saw.

"That guy's got a gun!" you yelled, which made everyone jump in surprise, including the said person.

You sighed in relief because they were staring in the direction completely opposite to Peter. Then you frowned.

Wait what- that guy's got a gun?

The words that left your mouth only registered in your brain, and you gulped, looking at the scene you had caused.

Peter, now fully clad in Spiderman suit, appeared right behind you.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered furiously.

"You asked me to distract them—"

"This is not how you distract—"

"GUN!" A kid yelled, breaking the shocked silence on the bus. Following the example, everyone else started screaming too, getting up from the seats even though they had nowhere to turn to. The driver had headphones on, so he wasn't aware of anything.

"Spiderboy," the Scary Guy in the front said, the one who was so careless with his weapon. He seemed pissed that someone spotted it, and of course, he remembered the vigilante who punched him in the guts last week.

"Wonderful to see you again!" Peter said pleasantly. "But it's Spiderman."

He shot a web to his jacket, trying to get it off the criminal before he could take out the gun. The jacket went skidding across the floor but the gun somehow remained in the owner's hand.

"Aw, c'mon!" Peter yelled, attaching himself to the ceiling right when the first bullet shot rang out.

You yelped and stuck to the side of the bus, chest heaving at how the situation got dark. Peter kept turning to you as he fought, trying to make sure you were alright.

One of the other bad guys made a beeline for you, and you dodged just as they tried to take a swing. Somehow, you made it to the front and immediately wished you hadn't.

"Pete- Spiderman!" you yelled shrilly. "Someone knocked out the driver!"

"What?" he yelled back. "Who the hell is driving then?"

You looked at the empty seat and the passed-out driver, gulping. This day was not going as you planned.

-

Peter wanted to tell you he was Spiderman, he really did. He even planned a small picnic for next month, where he could break the news slowly. But now he didn't need to worry about that. You knew, and were mad at him, even though you were also fighting for your life.

"This is NOT how I want to spend a Saturday," Peter said, grabbing the collars of two of the men and bonking their heads together. Their eyes rolled in a comical way before they fell onto the floor.

Two down, two to go.

Peter was relieved that the bus was driving in a straight line again, which must mean the driver was back to his senses. The only thing that was confusing was how you were so silent.

For the second time that day, he went uh-oh.

He looked at the front and just like he suspected, the driver was still passed out.

"God, this is how I die," he whispered to himself, remembering how much of a bad driver you are.

-

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Peter's voice yelled, but you didn't dare turn around.

"DRIVING?"

"You can't drive!"

"The bus can't drive itself either," you screamed angrily, nearly hitting a car. You swerved right and went in a different lane altogether, which made all the passengers slide to the side.

Peter kicked the legs of one bad guy with a little too much force, which made him go crashing out the window, breaking the glass into a million shards. The other Scary Guy immediately latched onto Peter's throat.

"YOU CAN'T GO THAT WAY!" Peter said to you, trying to shake off the last guy's grip off his throat. "There's a freaking lake!"

"We can't turn around, this is a highway!"

"Sure, drowning sounds way better," he snapped, pushing back the guy and turning to your side.

He shot a web to the breaks, but it wasn't enough force to physically push it down. Cursing, he took the steering wheel.

"I'M DRIVING!" you said loudly, trying to push him away.

"Y/N, if you don't want a bus full of people to die, get up!"

You wanted to protest, but he used his webs to make you stand up. He sat down, while you stood there blinking confusedly.

"What the fuck do I do?" you asked, internally screaming at the mess.

"Uhh, you fight!" he answered, giving you something distractedly. "That weapon will help!"

You looked at what he gave you and back at him, which was hard to do when the bus was already wobbling so much.

"Peter," you said blankly. "This is a shoe."

"It's very useful—"

Sighing, you threw the shoe out the window, which led to a few cries of protest.

Just as the Scary Guy closed in on you, you took out your knife from your pocket, swinging it through the air and hitting the back of a seat.

"HOW DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE?" Peter yelled, momentarily distracted.

"It's. Useful. At. Times!" you said through gritted teeth, getting up and hoisting yourself to other seats right when the Scary Guy tried to shoot.

"The belt!" one of the kids in the corner yelled.

To this day you have no idea exactly why she said that, but Scary Guy was confused. He looked at his pants and then back at you, which was enough time for you to safely go near him and punch his nose.

Everyone clapped while he fell down. You winced, holding your bruised wist close. "Son of a—"

"Is it over?" Peter asked loudly. "Good because I have no idea how to turn the bus and we're possibly going to die anyway."

One of the passengers raised their hands. "I don't know if this helps but I used to drive school buses until three months ago."

"And you only thought to say this now?" you asked, nodding exhaustedly.

-

Right after the bus was being driven to the nearest hospital, Peter swung you to the nearest alleyway, where he usually kept his first aid kit. He patched himself up while you stood there and caught your breath.

"This is probably not the best time, but why the hell didn't you tell me you are Spiderman sooner?"

"I was going to!" he said defensively. "Today happened before I got a chance."

"You're lying," you said, laughing. "You're too much of a saint. You probably thought I would get hurt. Which is a choice you can't make because you're getting in danger yourself! I'm not standing by when—"

"Actually," he interrupted, hesitating. "You know what the friendly neighborhood spiderman could use?"

"Sleep?"

"Help."

You didn't understand where he was going with it, but he stayed silent until you did.

"Oh!" your face softened, first signs of excitement already showing. "You want me to help you? Like the person in the chair?"

"More of The Person Fighting Beside Me," he corrected. "I could use a crime-fighting partner and I'd rather have you safe, but did you see how well you fought back there?"

"You're serious? Oh gods Peter please tell me you're not joking," you almost hugged him, but withdrew the last second knowing he's hurt all over.

"I'm not, I'll probably end up regretting it but," he shrugged. "It'll be fun."

You laughed again, this time exhilarated. "So much fun. Thank you Pete, I swear I'll start uhm, training? Making my suit?"

"Oh right, forgot about that part," he said, standing up straighter. "Do you want me to make you your own web-shooters or something?"

"No!" you were quick to answer. "That's your thing. I think I'll stick with my style for now."

"And what's that?"

You smiled, taking your sharp weapons out of the pocket. "Knives."

He blinked in shock. "How do you even have these many knives- I wouldn't be surprised if you're secretly a vigilante too."

"Maybe I am," you said dramatically, staring off into the sky like the villain of a fantasy series. "And Peter?"

"Yeah?" he met your eyes curiously.

"Next time we go somewhere, we're definitely taking the subway."

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Feverish (1.4k)

summary: when peter finds out you're sick, he opts not to go do his spidey business and takes care of you instead.

warnings: reader being sick, eating and food, mentions of pete bloody and beaten

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

a/n: look at me writing for someone other than james potter 👀 anyways, roommate au yall 🥰!!

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“You should just go, Pete. I’m fine over here, with my soup and … this really cold apartment.” You mutter bitterly, clutching your body tighter.

Peter scoffs, “When say shit like that I'm not assured about your well-being at all, Y/n." He sighed deeply and rubbed two fingers on his forehead.

"I insist that you go, do all your saving lives shit and come back to me with that sandwich roll I like from the corner store." You said, feeling more annoyed.

Peter put his hands on his hips dramatically, huffing a sigh and sitting down in your bed. You roll your eyes at him and press further into your sheets.

You respected and was really grateful that Peter wanted to stay at home and take care of you. But with his indecisive ass, he couldn't make up his mind. You told him countless times that you were okay, but the boy just wasn't having it.

He's been like this the moment you stepped inside the apartment. It was probably two years ago when you signed the lease to share with Peter. You were just fresh out of high school, new to the City and had no idea where you were. That was until you found the 'roommate wanted' sign in a sports centre it was posted under the name May— so you definitely didn't expect a male roommate. Turns out, Peter's aunt had helped with it, but she wasn't the one living there.

Slowly but surely, your friendship grew and bloomed in the small confines of the musty apartment. Both of you were way too broke to pay for a nicer place, months barely scraping by at your shitty jobs. This was part of the reason you couldn't turn the heater on because it cost a lot. So you settled into a nice, cheap, albeit a little rough routine.

Though somehow, Peter made it all feel good. Both of you ate from the Chinese restaurant near there almost every night, revelling in egg rolls and chicken soup. Somedays, pizza it was. Between studying, eating, and watching re-reruns of Friends episodes, life was good.

But that was before it happened. One night while you were sleeping, the door banged open. With a frightening yelp, you got our if bed with a spatula in hand to at least guard you against the sound.

But when the light was turned on by the supposed intruder, you were shocked. Peter Parker ... Peter Parker your roommate was in a Spiderman suit. And from then on, you knew Peter better as Spiderman. You sometimes still couldn't believe it, after watching him from the news screen, gliding all I've New York City.

But here you were now, laying in bed all sickly while he was by your side trying his best to keep you warm.

"Oh, God. You're shivering, what do I do?" He asks in a panicky voice, his eyebrows furrowing in complete confusion.

"Just shut up. It would make me feel a lot better." You grumbled, trying to focus on sleeping peacefully.

"I'm sorry we can't turn the heater on, shit just costs so much and we gotta save for winter." He changed the topic, biting on his nails guiltily.

"No, it's okay, m'fine." You mutter.

Out of nowhere, Peter suddenly puts a hand on your back and begin rubbing your body. Warmth spreading to you, not just on your body but also in your cheeks. Peter had always been quite the physical guy, cuddling with you in front of the television, leaning into you while you cooked, and so on.

Out of all those moments, you didn't know why him rubbing your back gently made you flush even redder. His hands go to your hair now, raking the strands and massaging your scalp.

"Feeling better?" He asks, chuckling a little at his own words.

"Mmh, not at all. But keep going, please." You said, revelling at the feeling of his soft touch. Peter is feeling your forehead, your cheeks, then your neck.

"You're really hot." He stated, gaping when he heard his own words.

You snicker at him, turning your head to his side, "Thanks, so are you Spiderman."

Peter groans at this because one of the things he hates is that you always bring up Spiderman. He said it was weird and felt like he was two people at once, always telling you to stop with it because it made him feel like someone else. But you couldn't really stop it, knowing something like this was huge.

Peter gets off the bed, his weight making the wood creak beneath him. "Come out for a sec, we'll get some soup in you and then you can rest for the day." He offers, a hand already extended so you could grab it.

You stare at the ceiling, giving Peter your hand. Your fingers innocently coil together. "Honestly, I don't have the energy anymore." You say tiredly, rubbing your head.

Peter seemed to frown when he saw your expression. You must have some sort of headache going on because you were rarely this unenergized. With nothing to say, he squeezed your hand and leaned his face forward to plant a kiss on your head. "Alright, I'll go bring it for you. Wait up for me, don't fall asleep just yet."

You smiled weakly at him. Your mind wandered to the times you've cared for each other. That one time when he came home all beaten up and bloody, his suit torn by the arm and his body limp. That was the source of your nightmares, seeing Peter like that hurt you more than anything did. He looked fragile, remembering that he was just as much a kid like you— but in a suit trying his best.

That night, you brought the first aid kit and pressed alcohol swabs to his skin. You winced every time he hissed, your heart hammering at the sight of him in pain. You had to help him shower for about a month or so, knowing how delicate the stitches you crafted on his skin were.

A knock on the door signalled Peter coming, you grinned at the sight of him inside your room. He bought a tray, in it was a bowl of soup, a tall glass of water, and a few pills. He set it down gently on your nightstand, taking out the bowl first and putting it in your hands. "Here you go, eat up."

"I could've gotten my own soup, y'know? I'm a big girl, Pete." You complain, though grateful as ever once you begin spooning the soup and feeling better with a filled stomach.

"Yeah, sure. You can't even change the showerhead setting." Peter starts, chuckling at the memory.

"That was one time!" You said loudly, but not quite a shout. "The roll thingy was hard to push, don't blame me!" You defended.

"No, no I just love teasing you." He admits. "Anyways, do you wanna watch something? I'll bring my laptop over here, I know you fall asleep faster with something playing on." He offers, a kind smile on his face.

You nodded at him through the spoonful of soup in your mouth. Then Peter was out the door, quick to bring his laptop and set something on it. He waited until you were finished eating, got the water out and helped you with the pill. After that, both of you settled in bed.

The heater wasn't on, so it was quite cold. But Peter kept you warm, his body basically covering you like a warm jacket. There were blankets strewn all over the bed, making it more comfortable for you and Peter.

Peter has a hand behind your back, caressing you over your large sweatshirt. He rubs you gently, careful not to make it harsher and cause you any discomfort. Another hand is clutched under the laptop to keep it steady.

And with a final look at the screen, your eyelids begin to close tiredly. When Peter takes note of this, he closes the laptop and lays you down gently. Then he's about to leave—

"Can you stay with me? You're really really warm and you take care of me so well." You admit, the heat on your cheeks are practically scorching.

Peter mutters, "Of course." As quickly as he jumped onto the bed. Your body is faced to the other side, so Peter takes it upon himself to spoon you gently. As he drapes his body over yours, you let out an appreciative hum.

Peter presses gentle kisses on the side of your head and you swear you've never come near bursting before. He takes his time with you, never rushing into your process of anything.

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