yourboyfriend one shots (reader x peter)

Peters beating

A/N: this was a request and it's basically just y/n beating Peter up. I wrote 2 endings you can choose from as well because I am too much of an empathetic bish to hurt him like that and leave. So you can either just leave after beating him or have a change of heart idk.

Y/n pov

The stranger grimaced as I asked his name. "I dont really like my name that much. I'd prefer if you choose a nickname for me."

"How about y/n?" I giggle at my own joke but then im met with a harsh tone.

"Y/n? Really? You're going to name me after yourself? How long did it take you to decide on that brilliant idea? I mean, seriously... your complete lack of creativity is making you less attractive to me by the millisecond." He paused and dramatically peered around. "Wait... did you feel that? You just got more repulsive. Oh look... it happened again!" He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "How about you actually TRY to give me a name this time, hmm?"

Something snapped inside of me. I don't even know this guy! "You know what? This was a mistake." I stood up from the table and shoved the roses into his hands. "And you know what? I don't fuxking care what your name is." I turned to leave when I felt his hand grab my wrist. I pull it back from his hand.

"I'm sorry, i-i didn't mean to lose my temper like that!" He begged. I had a headache and with all the work I do all week, I just don't have the time for this drama.

"I don't even know who you are! You approached me, asked me out on a date, showed up late and then insulted me for making a joke. Am I a joke to you?" I glare at him before continuing out of the diner. He follows behind me.

"N-no! Of course you're not a joke, your amazing! I'm sorry, please just give me another chance.." we continued to walk down the street. I just ignored him, hopefully he would give up. Of course he didn't and continued to pester me. The minute he touched me again I kicked him in the gut.

"Leave me alone." He fell to the ground wheezing as he clutched his stomach. "P-please." He said again reaching his hand up. This guy just won't quit.

That's when I kind of lost it. The customers, my shitty roommate, my "friend" TK, the land lord and now this fucking creton. I threw my fist into the side of his head. He collapsed onto his side caressing his sore cheek. His whimpers gave me some sort of sick kick. The adrenaline was intoxicating.

The dark thought disturbed me and excited me. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, unphased to the beating I was giving him. Now that he was down, I could make a break for it. I started to run from whoever this guy was. Soon I heard his heavy foot steps following me and I ducked into an alley.

"Darling, we can work this out. Just talk to me." He called out. An unfortunate mistep for me snapped a twig under my foot. His head snapped towards me and approached me again. "I-im warning you, don't come any closer!" He didn't listen, stepping closer.

"If you want to hurt me, you can. I'm yours after all." He said with a grin. It was unsettling. He kept getting closer and closer so I grabbed a near by piece of wood. I warned him one last time.

"Stay back!" One more step towards me and I hit him with the wooden board. It cracked over his back and he groaned.

What was creeping me out about this guy wasn't that he was following me or that he wouldn't leave me alone. It was creeping me out that he seemed to be enjoying the pain like a maschochist.

He went to reach for me so I kneed him, cracking his nose. A stream of blood ran down his face. Reacting before he could move or say anything else, I smacked him with the wooden plank again. The hit to the chest sent him fumbling back till his back hit the ground. He let our a loud groan and the thud echoed around the alley.

At this point I wasn't thinking anymore, just so caught up in the blood lust. I crawled on top of him, his face between my thighs. His disgusting smile made me uneasy and I threw the first punch. He barely winced and I hit him again. His left eyes swollen shut. The next blow split his lip, the next made him choke.

After 5 or 6 hits I stopped. He hasn't tried to stop me at all since I started. I looked down at him, his once well put together face looked mashed with blood and bruises. He was barely conscious.

(Ending one)

He deserved this for messing with me. After asking me out and then saying so many nasty things about me. I spat on his face and got off him.

"Leave me the fuck alone or ill kill you next time." I gave him one last swift kick in the side before I headed home. Hopefully I never see the freak again.

(Ending two: which is also like a continuation because I am a golf ball man simp with an empathy problem)

"Oh dear God, what did I do?" I freaked out a little bit now that my adrenaline had calmed. Fuck he was being creepy but he didn't deserve this! I crawled off of him and tried to get his attention.

"Hey, hey are you awake?" He groaned a little. I went to hold his head lightly and he flinched.

"I'm so so sorry, I'm not going to hurt you. You were just freaking me out and i-i just lost it.." my heart cracked as he tried to smile.

"I shouldn't of upset you darling. Don't worry about me."

I lifted him up so he could sit up. "Do you think you can walk?" He nodded gently before mumbling curses of pain.

I hoisted this tall man over my shoulder, acting as support. He stumbled and held tightly to my shoulders. We walked not too far to my appartment. I made sure to keep an eye on him, checking out of the corner of my eye. He was always watching me when I did.

"Taking me home are you?" He wheeled. Cradling his chest, I wouldn't be surprised if I bruises his ribs.

When I walked into the appartment I sat him gently on the coach. "I'm so so sorry." I grabbed some meds for the guy.

"It's okay, honestly. I-I didn't mean to upset you." He groaned again. I came back quickly with some water and some pills.

I looked over his few cuts and bruises. Nothing awful but enough that I'd feel guilty for a long time. He was smiling at me, it confused me.

"What?" I asked and he dreamily sighed.

"You're so beautiful." I blushed and looked away.

"I just beat the hell out of you and you're flirting with me?" He nodded

"You're really weird." I mumbled before heading back to get an ice pack and a rag.

I dabbed the towel on his cuts to get some of the dirt out. "I'm really sorry, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I asked.

He smiled widely. "I want you to kiss me."

I laughed awkwardly, assuming it was a joke. "Yeah, but seriously.."

He gave me a dead serious look. "Kiss me and tell me you don't feel it."

It was a weird fucking request but I did just beat this guy up and like he's cute. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He was right, the fire works shot and I was levitating in comfort. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I moaned a little.

When the kiss ended I stared at him for awhile. He blushed and pulled me onto of him. I can imagine that hurt but he refused to flinch or groan in pain.

That's how I met Peter.