Loving Stranger (Strange Date Peternoic x Reader)

Safe Word

He can't help the involuntary fear that slams into him when Y/N restricts his movements, holding his hands behind his back; it only grows worse with the request for handcuffs.

When she had draped her impromptu blindfold over his eyes panic had been his initial thought, bringing back memories of... But then she had pressed herself close, lips running down his neck, as her sent filled his nose, pulling him from the dark cave.

For a moment, he had been fine.

With his hands on her it reinforced his location, letting Y/N ground him in the moment, fighting away the memories. Now, he was struggling not to have a noticeable panic attack.

"Peter?" Y/N calls, the husky tone in her voice replaced with worry, when he doesn't respond and instead stiffens.

Cursing his inability to respond, his throat constricts as he tries to force one, though it only comes out as some strangled noise than actual words because Y/N has still yet to let go of his wrists.

"Peter?" she calls again as her worry grows, finally releasing his hands to cup his face. "Are you ok?"

"I'm—I'm fine." He forces through his lips now that's she's let go.

"Peter you're sweating,"

"I'm fine," he says again, though it doesn't sound anymore convincing, he hopes she will let it go. Luck, however, is not on his side as she puts two and two together.

"Oh god," she gasps softly quickly removing the blindfold. "I'm so sorry Peter, I'm such an idiot."

Blinking several times as his eyes readjust, Y/N fills his sight looking completely panicked, her hands fisted in lap like she's scared to touch him.

He hates this all, the way she looks at him like he's fragile, like he might break at the slightest touch. How he's ruining this perfect moment, a fantasy he's had for several years and now it's all falling apart because he can't keep it together. "Y/N, I'm fine," he tries again to reassure her, gripping her shoulders in the process, but her guilt doesn't seem to waver. "Just no cuffs," He offers, trying to smile. "I'm good with the blindfold." He tells her, reaching down in an attempt to pull the silk from her hands.

"Peter," Y/N sighs, tightening her grip on the belt, but Peter is quick to interrupt.

"Don't do this to me Y/N. Don't treat me like I'm broken."

"I'm not Peter," Y/N states determinately, letting the fabric slip through her fingers. "You just don't deal with things in a healthy way. I don't want you steamrolling over this in an effort to ignore it."

"I'm not," he tells her, pulling the blindfold back over his eyes. "I'm dealing." Sensing she's not entirely convinced when he takes her hand he continues. "Look we'll come up with a safe word and if there's an issue we know to stop."

"Like what?" Y/N asks, still sounding skeptical, but he considers it a victory that she's even entertaining the idea.

"I don't know," he says feeling a little more light-hearted now that they aren't dwelling on his freak out. "Like strawberry or something."

"Strawberry?"

He can't help the smirk he gives because he can practically see the way the way her eyebrow shoots up. "Yeah, we need a word we're not going to use often, but easy to remember. Come on Y/N," he pushes with a whisper, leaning forward in the hopes of landing a kiss; which is difficult given the fact that he can't see.

It isn't long before he feels her hands cup his face pulling him over to the right and her warm breath wash over him "You're a little off," she teases, than her lips are on his.

He can tell she's still hesitant; her kiss is soft and tender, nothing like the dominating strength she showed before.

Kissing a little harder, he pulls her tightly against him hoping she'll follow suit as he sinks back into the bed settling her on top; Y/N doesn't disappoint. It isn't long before she's kissing back, her hands working to undo the buttons on his shirt, both of their fears dissipated.

He trusts her; in this moment, there is nothing to fear.

A/N:
All right guys this is were it ends, for now. I'm planning for the next chapter to be s̶m̶u̶t̶ Family-Friendly, so for those of you that want to see it, Comment! The more support the better, because I'm going to be freaking out.