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madzlang · 7 months

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Hi! Could you please write about Fem! Reader x Peter B? (NSFW) I would love it if it could include fluff and age gap, thank you 🥺❤️

i’m mixing two requests together so i can kill two birds with one stone

the second request was “can you write another peter b parker fic ?? 🫣” so imma do that

anyway, thank you both for requesting 😘😘

Big, Pretty Eyes

peter b parker x fem!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 19 and peter is 30 something), cheating, soft dom peter, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

“Oh! And look at this one!” Peter held out his phone in front of Miguel as they walked towards the cafeteria, with Mayday perched on Miguel’s shoulder. “Oh! And this one-“

“Peter. May is right here, I do not need to see pictures of her.” Miguel spoke lowly, a constant tone of sass and annoyance in his voice.

Peter just brushed him off, pulling up more photos. “Yeah, but you don’t see her eating spaghetti right now, do you? Like, look at this-“

He was cut off once more as Jess walked up to them. “The new recruit is here, Miguel.” She hummed out, looking behind her as if she was ready to introduce someone, but there was no one there, making her scoff and look around.

“Kid!” She yelled, clapping her hands to get the attention of a girl who was patting Web-slinger’s horse.

Said girl jumped and looked around, scurrying over. “Sorry, Jess.” She said sheepishly, tugging off her white and pink mask, revealing her face that Peter finally focused on after having his eyes glued on how her (adorably pink and white) spider suit clung to her body

He swallowed harshly, plucking Mayday off of Miguel’s shoulder as she started reaching for the new stranger.

“This is the boss man I was telling you about, kid.” Jess introduced, nodding at Miguel.

A smile grew on her face as she held her hand out. "Hi, Mr. Miguel, I'm-" She cut herself off after seeing the small baby in Peter's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. That is the cutest baby I've ever seen." She cooed, holding her hands out for Mayday. "Can I hold her?" She asked, looking up at Peter with big, doe eyes.

He just stared for a moment before nodding. "Oh. Oh, yeah." He handed Mayday over, watching as the girl scooped the baby up into her arms.

"You are just the cutest, honey." She giggled, playing with Mayday's red hair. "What's her name?" She looked back up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes that made all the blood rush from his head down to his cock.

"Uh, May. Mayday." He mumbled, shaking his head slightly and tying his robe up in the front to hide his boner that was practically being strangled through the thin material of his spider suit.

"She's adorable." She complimented, bouncing Mayday while still looking up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes.

Those same big, pretty eyes that had his hand wrapped around his cock later that night, while imagining those big, pretty eyes looking up at him with her mouth wrapped around his dick.

Also those same big, pretty eyes that lead to him fucking MJ later that night, imagining her beneath him instead of this wife.

The next day Peter walked around the spider society with Mayday in his arms, trying to avoid the colours pink and white at any cost, not wanting to be reminded of the young girl he met yesterday.

He groaned under his breath slightly when he heard Jess’s voice calling out to him. He stopped walking and turned around to face her, grumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath when he saw the girl standing behind Jess, her hands behind her back and mask off, showing off her pretty eyes that made Peter want to run to the nearest bathroom. But instead he just walked over and greeted Jess with a smile and a bounce of Mayday who immediately started reaching for the younger girl again.

He looked to her before passing her the baby, making a large smile grow on her face as she took Mayday and played with her.

Now, Peter really did try and pay attention to what Jess was saying. He really did. But all he could focus on was how the younger girl played with his daughter and how her lips puckered to kiss the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“Peter? You paying attention?” Jess asked, raising her eyebrows.

Peter inhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Hm. Sure.” She hummed, taking Mayday into her arms making her whine and start to fuss. “Have fun, Peter.” She nodded and walked off with the whining baby in her arms.

“What?” He mumbled under his breath before looking over at the girl as she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Jess said you gotta show me around for the day..” She smiled sweetly.

“Ah, thanks.” He mumbled, cursing himself for not listening and making up some excuse as to why he couldn’t because now he had to spend all day with the subject of his fantasies for the past 24 hours.

He nodded his head to the side and started walking, a faint smile on his lips as he saw her skip next to him.

“I know I kept saying it yesterday, but your daughter really is adorable.” She giggled out, looking around.

“Thank you.” He smiled, and tried to force out the words ‘she gets it from her mother’ but couldn’t.

She looked at his hand as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’re not married?” She asked softly, making him look at his hand and put it in his robe pocket so she couldn’t see the tan line from where his ring usually is.

“Um, nope.” Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he left his wedding ring off that morning. Or why he took it off considering he hadn’t once in the past year.

She bit her lip and looked at him. “You got a girlfriend or something?”

“Nope. Divorced.” He wasn’t exactly sure why he lied then either. Well, he technically knew why, but he wasn’t sure why M.J was suddenly the last thought on his mind.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Mayday’s mother?” He nodded in response and shrugged.

“It’s okay. You didn’t ruin our marriage, you don’t need to apologise.” He laughed slightly and couldn’t stop the thought of how she really could be the end of his marriage entering and running around his mind.

“Yeah, I guess.” She smiled and shrugged.

Peter looked around, furrowing his brows when he saw where they were.

“Well, uh, these are bedrooms for when we get back from a particularly hard mission and can’t make it home or have to recover from injury or something.” He said, opening a door so she could look in the bedroom. He looked her up and down as she walked in, his eyes staying on her ass for a few moments.

“Miguel really decked these out, huh?” She giggled, jumping onto the bed and laying in it.

“Yeah, he did. It’s a shame they aren’t used too often. Well, not really for their purpose anyway.” He shrugged, leaning on the now closed door.

“What purpose?” She asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

His cheeks erupted in a blush as he looked to the ground.

“Well.. you know?” He spoke awkwardly, looking at her only to see a confused expression on her face.

“Like.. oh god. I didn’t think I’d have to have the talk for a couple years yet.” He groaned and move to sit on the bed next to her.

“Ohhh. Like… sexual purposes?” She muttered. “Why here, though?” She furrowed her brows, kicking her feet.

“I’m not sure. I guess sexual desire might be more strong in us compared to a regular human.” He shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I haven’t exactly done it.”

“Why? Cause you’re always carrying around Mayday?” She giggled, bumping his shoulder with hers.

He laughed too, shaking his head.

“I guess I just never had someone to do it with.” And I have a wife he thought but didn’t say, just looking up at her from where he was looking at the ground, only to find her already looking at him with those big, pretty eyes.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” He blurted out before he could stop it. His own eyes widened as he processed what he said. “Uh- i- I mean-“

“Thanks.” She giggled cutting him off as her cheeks turned red.

He inhaled, looking her up and down as they sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, their shoulders touching.

He debated with himself for a few moments before he brought a hand up and cupped her jaw, giving her time to pull away before he pressed his lips to hers. But she didn’t. She didn’t pull away. Instead her hands gripped his robe and kissed him back.

He groaned into her lips, his free hand gripping her waist.

He broke away from her lips after a few moments, a dark blush on both of their faces.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He groaned, burying his head into his hands.

"Hey, no, it's okay." She reassured in her sweet voice.

"No it's not. You're so much younger than me." And I have a wife and child he wanted to say.

"I didn't mind it. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I wasn't okay with it." She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly.

He removed his hands from his face, looking over at her, seeing those big, pretty eyes looking over at him.

"Can.. can I kiss you again?" He asked nervously.

She giggled and nodded.

He inhaled deeply before surging forward and pressing their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, which surprised him greatly. He thought the raging boner he had would make him a sexual deviant and fuck her brains out, but he just wanted to take care of her.

Although he didn’t immediately press her into the (comfy) mattress and fuck her, the little whimper she let out when he gripped her thigh made him want to bust in his sweatpants.

He groaned into her lips before gripping both of her thighs and shuffling up the bed, softly putting her down on it so her head was on the pillow. He hovered above her, one of his hands playing with her hair that was sprawled out on the pillow.

“Pretty girl.” He mumbled making her giggle and look away. “Hey, hey, don’t look away, sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He gripped her chin and turned her head back towards him. “There she is.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

He trailed his hand down her body, rubbing across the spandex suit, making sure to pay extra attention to her tits before trailing his hand down her tummy and to her plush thighs.

“So perfect.” He mumbled, settling between her thighs to rub his thumb across the warmth he felt between her legs. “Can- can I take-“

He couldn’t even finish before she was sitting up and reaching behind her back to peel her suit off. As it reached her hips, he tugged it down the rest of the way, dropping it to the ground.

He sat up on his knees, just admiring her body. Her perfect curves. Her big, pretty eyes.

He quickly dove his head in between her legs to ignore the growing feeling of affection he felt towards her, pushing MJ even further into the back of his mind. He relished in the whiny, breathy moan that erupted from her mouth as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

He moved down to focus on her entrance, purposefully pressing his nose into her clit as her circled her entrance with his tongue, slowly working it in.

She let out another moan as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her, his nose brushing against her puffy clit.

“Oh, please, Peter!” She whined loudly, gripping the bedsheets as he slowly pressed his index finger into her to replace his tongue as he moved back up to suck on her clit.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.” He grumbled into her clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pressed his middle finger inside of her and started to curl them.

“Want- want to cum, Peter! Your mouth is so good!” She whimpered out, tugging on the bedsheets.

“Hmm, cum for me. Cum on my face. In my mouth, pretty girl.” He grumbled, thrusting his fingers inside of her.

She whimpered as the coil in her tummy started getting tighter.

Her back arched as she came over his face, her legs shaking. He slowly thrusted his fingers inside of her to help her ride through her orgasm.

He kept moving his fingers until she pushed his head away from her with an overstimulated whine.

He shuffled up the bed and laid beside her, sticking his fingers inside her mouth.

“You taste so good.” His words were muffled through his fingers as he sucked on them, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head at the taste of her.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, feeling the heat pool in her tummy again.

As soon as he took his fingers out of his mouth, she pushed his robe off of his shoulders, throwing it to the ground before doing the same with his sweatpants then his own spandex suit.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching her tug his clothes off.

He softly pushed her shoulders back, stabilising himself over her with his arms on either side of her head.

“You sure you want this?” He mumbled, moving a hand down to position his hard dick at her entrance.

“So- so sure.” She whined softly, looking down to in between her legs so she could see him push in.

He nodded, chewing on his lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, immediately groaning at the feeling, his head burying into her neck, hearing the loud whine she let out.

He closed his eyes and held back the feeling of wanting to cum right away.

“Please- please move, Peter.” She whined, pulling him out of his daze and making him realise he was barely inside of her.

He groaned and nodded, pushing himself in further until he got halfway. “So tight, pretty girl.” He mumbled into her neck more pushing in further.

He slowly pushed in until he got to the base, his small tuft of pubic hair pressing against her pubic bone.

“Oh god!” She moaned, her arms wrapping around him, her nails digging into his back.

“That’s it.” He mumbled, slowly moving his hips back before pushing back into her.

“So pretty. So gorgeous. Feel fantastic wrapped around my dick.” He mumbled into her neck, letting out a small whimper as she clenched around him.

She moaned, her head falling back into the pillows as he thrusted back in after pulling out until she was wrapped only around his tip.

“Oh! You- you feel so good. Fillin’ me up so good.” She whined, her back arching as he trailed his hand down her body and rubbed her clit as he increased his pace.

“Please, Peter.” She whined loudly, her nails digging even more into his back.

“What? What, pretty girl? What do you want me to do for you?” He grumbled, thrusting his hips inside of her, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Oh, please, please.” She whined again.

“God, you don’t even know what you want, huh? Just want me, don’t you?” He grinned, kissing her pulse point.

She whimpered and nodded her head. “Just- just need you.”

“That’s it.” He mumbled, morning when he felt her clench on him after he rubbed her clit even more.

“God, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” He mumbled, pressing kisses all over her neck.

She whined and nodded enthusiastically, dragging her nails down his back.

“Cum, baby.” He groaned, sucking on her neck.

“What- what about you? Wanna cum at the same time as you.” She whined.

“Just feeling you clench around me will be enough for me to bust, pretty. Just cum. Cum all over my dick, pretty.” He mumbled into her ear making her leg out a high pitched moan.

Her legs started shaking as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him, making him whimper.

“I-I can cum in you, right?” He moaned making her nod.

“Please.” She whined making him moan and cum inside of her, letting out a shudder as he felt the warmth of his own cum surrounding his dick in her tight pussy.

A few moments later he pulled out, watching his cum leak out of her. He pressed kisses up her tummy, to her ribs, to her chest, her collarbones, up her neck, then finally to her lips.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbled against her lips.

“Y’know I uh, I don’t blame you.” Peter heard Miguel say to him from behind him in the cafeteria line, breaking him out of his stare at the younger girl playing with his daughter.

“Huh?” Peter asked, turning to the huge man, seeing him already holding his box of empanadas. “What’re you talking about?”

“I had cameras installed in the recovery rooms after I heard what was happening in them.” Miguel said with a grin on his face.

Peter’s mouth turned dry at the man’s words. “Uh- uh- what?”

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling something in Spanish. “Don’t act dumb. I saw what happened the other day.”

“Please-“ Peter tried to beg but Miguel cut him off.

“I won’t say anything to MJ. Promise. Like I said; I don’t blame you. I would too if I got a chance.” He shrugged before leaving the line, empanada box in hand.

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epilary · 19 days

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your instagram when meeting musician!tasm!peter parker masterlist | requests open

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y/n★彡 still not over web-slinger’s performance 🤭🫶

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→ y/n★彡 but that song about spiderman?? not my favorite :// (ignore how much i love the band’s name)

→ guinevere HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? it’s so sweet :(

→ y/n★彡 okay i’ll like it just for you babe

→ pete.p. Happy you liked it! (Of course, ‘spider’s web’ isn’t everyone’s favorite 😞)

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pete.p. Glad you all enjoyed the show this weekend!! (despite the apparent dislike of ‘spider’s web’ by a couple people :/)

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→ y/n★彡 i loved it so much!!! (sorry for hating your spiderman fanboy song)

→ pete.p. Well I mean at least you like the other ones

→ user123 AHHH IT WAS GREAT!! I CAUGHT THE BRACELET!

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pete.p. Another concert next weekend!! Grab some VIP tickets when you’re there to check out the backstage 🎸

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→ quinevere omg y/n★彡 you should totally get a backstage pass

→ y/n★彡 not if they’re like a hundred bucks 😭

→ pete.p. I think I could hook you up ;)

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y/n★彡 AHH THE CONCERT WAS AMAZING!! the band is so kind and genuinely funny

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→ pete.p. We enjoyed it too

→ y/n★彡 can’t wait to see you (guys) again!

→ the_flash Wow you are obsessed with them

→ y/n★彡 says mr. has a home made poster of them

→ guinevere you kind of had that coming flash 🫢

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y/n★彡 you’ll never guess who i ran into..

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→ guinevere you’re living the life everyone’s dreamed of

→ y/n★彡 i know 😭 it’s amazing

→ pete.p. Happy to see you ;)

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pete.p. Enjoying some late day rehearsals

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→ guinevere bet it’s amazing to watch them rehearse

→ y/n★彡 yeah… i bet it is 🤭

→ the_flash You should play at midtown college

→ pete.p. People have been saying that recently! We’ll have to see

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madlittlecriminal · 9 days

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[04] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Danny is an oc, mention of death in the family (not reader or miguel related), mention of pregnancy (not reader), annoying customers, two cliffhangers in one (im sorry), patrick o'hara (web-slinger)

series masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

Another day, another employee seeming to irritate him to the core. Miguel didn't understand what was so hard for this guy to understand that no meant no, but seeing him beg Miguel for a day off when his PTO ran out was comical to say the least.

"For the last time, Danny, you used up your PTO. I cannot give you the day off simply because you don't want to work. If you were at work more often instead of doing whatever you want to do, then maybe you'd have the day off." He says while leaning back in his chair.

"But you don't understand! I need the day off, Mr. O'Hara! Please!"

"Give me a valid reason why and I'll think about it." It was bullshit. The only way Danny was going to get out of this is if his fiancée was giving birth or if he had a death in the family. For any other reason, Danny was going back to work and Miguel didn't care if Danny was going to throw a fit.

He was honestly surprised that Danny and his fiancée were still together considering he hardly works and they live together.

"Well...you see..." Danny started, but he couldn't come up with a valid excuse other than not wanting to work.

Miguel waited for him, his leg folded to where his ankle rested on his knee and his hands folded on top of his abdomen. He tilted to the side as he listened to Danny stutter.

"Danny, I'm a patient man. However, your stutter isn't natural. You're nervous because you can't come up with a lie right now and that's fine. However, don't expect me to listen to you if you can't come up with a lie. Get back to work."

Danny grumbled before leaving Miguel's office, slamming the door behind him.

"Slamming doors como si paga por algo-" he paused and shuddered. "Oh God, I sound like my mother." (like of you pay for something-) Miguel shook his head and fixed his blazer before going to type on his computer before his phone rang. A small smile formed on his lips when he saw your name pop up on the screen, but he didn't answer it until the third ring.

"I thought you gave me a fake number there for a second." You let out a sigh, making Miguel let out a shy chuckle, fidgeting with his pen as he tried to tell himself to relax from how hard his heart was thumping in his chest with nerves.

"Nope. Right number." He says, leaning back into his chair again as he heard you put the phone down.

"Good! Okay, I had a weird question to ask you." You say, everything around you sounding much louder which he automatically connected it to you putting the phone on speaker.

"Ask away." He reaches over and grabs his glass of water with a trembling hand from his nerves.

"Why did you need to know about interior designers and such?"

Miguel smirks, thanking whoever that it was a phone call and not in person communication or a video call. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Of course it is."

He heard you huff out a breath and he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip to hold back a laugh.

There had to be flaws somewhere in you...right? I mean, he only saw perfection-

'No. Stop it, Miguel. Not yet. Don't fall just yet.'

"Well, I'll let you go. I have a cake to work on."

Before he could get a word in, you hung up.

Miguel put his phone down and let out a chuckle. He rests his elbow on the arm rest of his desk chair, his chin resting on his palm as he let his mind wander a bit.

Where did his mind wander to exactly?

To you.

He wondered if your hands were rough or surprisingly soft. He wondered where you learned to bake. Was it taught to you by a parent or guardian? Did you learn from recipe books? YouTube videos? I mean, he had to thank someone for your talent. Shit, he wouldn't be surprised if you were self taught.

He shook his head before a soft knock was heard from his office door. He looked up and immediately regretted it when he saw the look of shock and anxiousness on Lyla's face.

"They're here for the meeting, Mr. O'Hara."

He got up and buttoned his blazer before following Lyla out of his office and into the conference room. He knew Lyla well enough that when she said his last name, it wasn't Alchemax business.

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You raise a brow at the man in front of you who was asking for a gender reveal cake.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I want a gender reveal cake, but instead of the usual pink and blue and you do black?"

You blink at him.

"Black and...?"

"Just black."

"Do you want the frosting black?"

"No. I want the cake to be black."

"Sir, that's not how a gender reveal cake works. If you want, I can do black and whi-"

"No, I want black."

"What's the gender?"

"Boy."

"Okay. So you want everything to be black?"

He nods.

"What flavor?"

"Vanilla."

You stood there for a bit, screaming internally as you head to the back to take out a vanilla cake you just made. You quickly made black frosting with food coloring before decorating the cake. When you triple checked that it was perfect, you showed it to the customer.

"You made sure it was blue on the inside, right?"

You wanted to throw it at the customer.

"Sir, you told me you didn't want to do pink or blue, you wanted black."

"Yeah. The frosting."

You clenched your teeth before forcing a smile.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, I need it within the next two hours or so."

"Come again?"

He gave you a nod before stepping out of the bakery.

"Customers piss me off sometimes." You murmur.

"Do they? I'm sorry to hear that."

Your eyes widen before they meet a familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Hey darlin'. Hope I'm not interrupting anythin' important." Patrick says softly, giving his charming country boy smile that made you relax.

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rrcenic · 8 months

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in the honor of my marvel obsession creeping back to me + my family being in disneyland and exploring avengers campus, have some ✨avengers incorrect quotes✨ as things my friends and family have said

a shit ton of these were conversations between @cissyenthusiast010155 and i lmao

peter: indulge in my child-like whimsy. buy me a web slinger

steve: is that an igloo over there??

peter: …it’s a hippie house?

tony: did you hear about the hippie states wife?

steve: why on earth is there a hippie house in the cars theme park?!

tony: babe. did you hear about the hippie states wi-

peter: what’s the hippie state?

tony: the hippie states wife is mississippi!

steve: what on earth are you talking abou-

tony: like,,, mrs. hippie?? mississippi?

steve: …

peter: …

tony: …

tony: i thought it was funny

tony: “i can do this all day”? that’s what she said

steve: SHHHHHH!!!

natasha: ooh, you’ve finally been shushed

loki: a kid ran in front of me and my reaction was “broken child!”

steve: wHAT?!

loki: i didn’t say it out loud!!!

scott: please sir, you don’t understand, if i don’t get my 20 dollar sunglasses back, my children will die

peggy: i support neil patrick harris being gay

natasha: peg, you’re a lesbian

peggy: yes, but i am an ally to his gayness

natasha: you are gay

peter: they should let me stay up late. because. if they don’t it would be…

ned: transphobic?

peter: YES

bucky: i smelled grass! and now i want some!

steve: you want to eat grass?!

bucky: absolutely

peter: and they were LAB PARTNERS

harley: oh my gawd they were lab partners

tony: i want shawarma

steve: i want to go to sleep

tony: it’s only 4 pm

steve: and?

steve: oh, this boba pearl is stuck in the ice…

bucky: just like captain america!

tony: aaaah, good one

mj: “what kind of girl do you want” a red one

peter: …

peter: are we talking about cars????

thor: i don’t understand the scientific physics

bruce: the what

peter: please bring back the cheese man

tony: that could really mean any of us

*at their first meet up in a while*

natasha: yknow, i’m just now being reminded of the fact that i hate half the people here

bucky: i hate will ferrell

sam: how can anyone hate will ferrell?!

bucky: well, i liked him in barbie

sam: and he was funny in the lego movie!

bucky: true, he was awesome in that

sam: oh, he was also megamind!

bucky: yes! i loved him with that

sam: you don’t actually hate will ferrell, do you?

bucky: …

sam: you just hate elf

bucky: …i just hate elf

steve: “rogers: the musical” can only be described as feeling like bad fanfiction

tony: isn’t it amazing

*playing heads up, prompt “avengers: civil war”*

peter: when! when the divorce!

scott: ant man’s first fight!

natasha: when everyone decided they didn’t like each other anymore!

harley: oh, c3p0 and r2d2 are a gay couple!

peter: duh??? did you just realize that???

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 10 months

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 2: The Visitor and The Proposal

Summary: After gaining Spidey powers in an experiment gone wrong, Y/N finds an unexpected visitor in his room who offers him the proposal of a lifetime

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language

Word Count: 1.2K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

The last person you expected to see spinning in your desk chair was Tony Stark.

“Holy shit!”

“That would be ‘holy shit, Mr. Stark’ to you,” Tony answered as he grabbed your desk to stop himself from spinning.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark,” you mumbled, dropping your backpack to the floor.

“I’m kidding. Just kidding. Ask Peter, he’ll tell you about my sardonic sense of humor.” He extended his hand to you. “You must be Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you gulped as you shook his hand. Your hand was sweaty. Hopefully he didn’t notice or care too much, but the Tony Stark was standing right in front of you, shaking your hand, in your bedroom.

“Peter told me about your little…mixup in the lab the other day.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, wandering around your room as he looked at everything on your shelves. “Guess that’s one way of testing your experiment.” You chuckled weakly, watching him as he picked up a science fair trophy you’d won in high school. “First prize, huh?”

“Junior year. Natural occurrence of bioluminescence in various ecosystems.” You felt wildly inferior telling the head of Stark Industries about the science fair project you spent hours working on back in high school. But you figured Tony wasn’t here to discuss your high school endeavors. “Mr. Stark-”

“I get it. You’re a busy man, I’m a busy man, let’s cut the bullshit and get right to it. You can do things now, things some people only dream of. I’ve been looking for someone to take over for Peter for a while now. The job’s yours if you want it.”

“Mr. Stark-”

“It’s a lot, I know. One minute you’re studying for…what are you studying?” He snapped his fingers and cocked his head as if he was trying to remember a long forgotten conversation between the two of you.

“Biochemistry. Studio art minor.”

“One minute you’re studying for your bio midterm, the next minute you’re hanging from the ceiling and shooting webs out of your wrist-?” He looked down at your arm hanging by your side, almost asking you to show off. You flicked your wrist in front of you as a web shot wildly from your wrist, landing on the window over to your left. “Aim’s a little off,” Tony noted, “but we can work on that.”

“Mr.-”

“Peter’s old room is free. You can take that. It’s right next to Vision’s. He’s got a bit of an issue with phasing through walls, but that’ll get better the second he sees you naked for the first time.”

“Mr. Stark, thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested.”

Tony studied you. You felt like he was trying to unravel the deepest depths of your brain. He looked you up and down, his eyebrows raised as he tried to figure out what was really going on behind your eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I mean Peter’s told me enough stories to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. Peter told me you’d say no.” He stared at your Back to the Future poster, his hands once again shoved in his pockets. “We can’t all be heroes now, can we?”

The room suddenly felt too hot as your face tinted red with shame. His unspoken disappointment hung in the air. While you knew you weren’t under any obligation to join, you knew that Peter’s loss left an indelible hole on the team. It was a sensitive situation. Logistically they were just fine without a Spider-Man, but the lack was felt all over the compound and in the City of New York as well. It had been a long time since the neighborhood web-slinger fought off the local urchins. Sure, there was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but he stuck to more of the vigilantes and the underground crime rings.

“Look, Mr. Stark,” you explained. “I appreciate the offer, I really do. I just, I don’t know…I want to go to med school, you know? I want to be a normal guy doing normal college things. I know Peter loved being an Avenger, but the things he’s told me…I mean, that last accident, Mr. Stark-?”

Tony averted his eyes as he picked up the Rubik’s cube on your nightstand. He fiddled with it, turning sides absentmindedly. He shook his head, chuckling as he tossed the toy from one hand to another. “Yeah. That was a shitty night. I, umm…I blame myself. I shouldn’t have put him in that situation. Look at him now. Bright kid, hell of a future ahead of him, just sucks his life went this way.” He trailed off as he placed the Rubik’s cube back down. “I get it. Less danger when your feet are firmly planted on the ground, right? You’re not going to break your neck performing surgery. But if you ever want it, the offer stands.”

“Thanks,” you replied, extending your hand. Tony grasped it firmly, looking you in the eye as he shook your hand.

“You ever need an internship or something, just let me know. I’ll hook you up.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. That means a lot.”

******

“Still can’t believe you turned him down,” Peter griped as Kirby smashed Pikachu.

“In what universe did you think I’d say yes, Pete?” you quipped as Kirby jumped up to the next level only to be flattened by Donkey Kong.

“I think you should do it. Just give it a try at least.”

“Dude-”

“Y/N, it’ll be good for you. Look, if anything it’ll help you get used to living with these powers. It’s fucking weird. I’ve known that for a while, but just being in an environment where you can experiment and train will help you a lot in the long run.”

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for a while, the only sounds in the room coming from the game on the TV. As much as you hated to admit it, part of you knew that Peter was right. Ever since you gained the “Peter Tingle” as Peter’s Aunt May lovingly called it, you felt you were going through the world slightly slanted to the left. Everything was ever-so slightly off. Tony had experience working with both Spider-Man and designing the technology for his suits; he was a great resource for you.

“Do you think Mr. Stark would be okay with a part-time commitment? I don’t want to drop out of school for this.”

“I don’t see why not,” Peter shrugged. He threw the Switch controller down on the couch next to him. “See if you can go over winter break. That’s about a month. Plenty of time to train and get a basic handle on things. If you like it, great. If not, then you come back and keep going with life. That’s a fair trade-off.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Plus you can put down that you had a Stark Internship on your med school applications. Harvard Med would totally kill to get someone who worked at Stark Industries.” You smiled at that thought. Harvard was your dream medical school. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to help boost your chances of being accepted.

“Lemme see your phone. You’ve got his number right?” Peter tossed you his phone. You scrolled through his contacts list until you found the number that filled you with both excitement and dread. Placing the phone to your ear, you waited for a familiar voice to say hello.

“Mr. Stark? It’s Y/N. I have a proposal for you.”

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sokoviansimp · 1 year

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I have an idea for The Package au series!

So, Peter Parker wants to bring reader to hangout with him and his friends. Even though reader and Peter both really want to go, Wanda says no. Maybe because Peter is young and so she doesn’t trust him like she did with Bucky and Sam? Anyway, Peter decides to sneak you out when Wanda and Tony and everybody else is sleeping. What’s the harm if he brings you back before anybody notices you were gone right? Reader has a great time with MJ and Ned.

So what’s the problem? You and Peter accidentally fell asleep at Ned or MJ’s house. The next morning, Peter wakes reader up and is rushing to get back home, freaking out the entire time. When you guys get back, everyone is already awake. Peter gets in trouble by Tony for sneaking out and by Wanda for bringing you out without permission. Wanda is so worried but reader is just like, “I had so much fun last night :)”

I can’t wait to see what happens next in The Package au!!!!! <3

Mission: Sneak out

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Peter wants to take you to meet MJ and Ned but Wanda says no.

✒ Tags and Warnings : none?

✒ Author's Note : My first Anon request!! I was so excited to write this, it really came at the perfect time as I was losing inspiration for writing since I used to bounce ideas and brainstorm fics with a friend that I no longer speak with. Anyway, thank you! And I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series, I hope you like this installment. I am so sorry it took so long 🥲

✒ Word Count : 2299

✒ Read Time: 11 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

”Come on, Wanda, please!” Peter pleaded

“No, Peter. It’s just not safe for her to be out of the compound alone. She’s still adjusting to being here and she doesn’t have her powers fully under control yet” She stated, shattering Peter’s plan of bringing you to build legos with MJ and Ned. Though MJ had no interest in the legos really, she would just hang around to banter and spend time with the boys. “Why don’t you have your friends come here?” Wanda offered.

“Mr. Stark won’t allow it” Peter dropped to the couch, defeated.

Wanda didn’t take any joy in seeing Peter this way but she had to stand her ground, it was just too dangerous for you to be out of the compound with a bunch of teenagers. You just weren’t ready for something like that yet.

Eventually, Peter had to break the news to his friends. The next day, they were all sitting together at lunch so he decided that was as good a time as any. Ned was bummed you wouldn't be able to tag along, but MJ didn’t bat an eye, “so, sneak her out.” she said like the answer was blatantly obvious. Ned and Peter were both equally taken aback by this, “what? No way, I- I couldn’t I mean Fr-” Peter begins to ramble and gets cut off by MJ, “It’s simple, tell her you’re going on a secret mission and then return her before morning, Wanda would never even know. You’re Spider-Man, what could go wrong?”

“No, I couldn’t” Peter mulls it over in his head still.

“I knew you two were losers,” MJ quips as she walks away.

The two boys are left sitting in silence at the lunch table for a bit before Ned speaks up first, “I mean- she does have a point, you are Spider-Man”

“Ugh, not you too Ned. Wanda would kill me if anything happened to Y/N, have you ever seen Wanda angry? The last time I saw her angry, she threw a car at Mr. Stark.” Peter frantically explains

“Ok, ok. I’m just saying, nothing would go wrong. We’re just building legos.” Ned rebutted.

“I guess.” the web-slinger considered.

After mulling it over in his head for a few days, he decided to go with MJ’s plan. They were just building legos, it’s not like they were traveling to another state or something, and deep down Peter wanted to impress the girl. So he crafted up a convincing-looking letter, convincing enough for a kid anyway. The letter was a creative way for Peter to convince you to keep the plan a secret. To you, this was a stealth mission that you were hand-picked to complete. If Peter had just asked you to sneak out with him and not tell Wanda, he knew you’d either crack under the pressure or feel too guilty.

With the letter hidden in one of the lego sets you had already built with him, the plan was in motion. Later that day he asked you to play with the set and you stumbled upon the crumpled-up piece of paper.

“What's dis?” you ask tugging on it until became free. The note had a large red stamp that said Top Secret in the upper right corner. Peter put on a stellar performance as he investigated it with you and read it aloud.

“Y/N: Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to evade detection while leaving the compound premises tonight at 8 pm EST with Agent Parker. Once clear, proceed southbound toward Main St. Await further instructions. Tell no one.”

“A mission?” you were both excited and confused.

“What do you say, Y/N?” Peter asked with the note still in his hand.

“Why us?” you wondered. You’re just a kid, why were you being recruited for a mission? Maybe this is your Harry Potter moment. These thoughts kept swirling around in your head.

“I don't know, but it was even hidden in our legos, whoever sent it knew how to contact us secretly, seems important.”

“Okay, I’m in” you smiled excitedly.

“Great! I’ll come get you after you go to bed tonight then, and we can’t tell Wanda,” he explained.

You nodded in agreeance with the plan, “When will we get more notes?”

“Probably after we finish this one.”

Wanda puts you down for bed around 7 and you end up dozing off before Peter comes to retrieve you. He shakes you gently until you start to stir.

“Y/N, it's me,” Peter whispers, “are you still up for the mission?”

You jolt up excitedly, nodding in response, whatever drowsiness sent you to dreamland before is immediately wiped away as you are ready to embark on your adventure with your friend. The two of you sneakily start to make your way out of the compound, making sure that every room is empty before entering. Once the two of you successfully navigated to the door, Peter directs you in the correct direction.

“We made it!” you exclaim.

“We did, now we just have to find the next note” Peter explained.

You continued southbound from the compound with your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. As you passed an alleyway, you glanced down it and then thoughts of all the different things that may lurk in the dark corners quickly took over as you hurried toward the brightest part of the sidewalk.

About a block later, you come across an envelope taped to a tree. Immediately, you run up to the tree and tear the envelope off, “Found it!” you exclaimed holding the note high in the air for Peter to see.

“What’s it say?” Peter asks as you hand the note over to him to read.

“It says we have to go to this address” he points out

Peter’s place isn’t far from the compound so it doesn’t take long to get there. The trip there was pretty tame, except you noticed a rat scurrying across the sidewalk on the other side of the street and then seconds later a grey cat scurried out from behind a bush as it played the game of chase with the rat.

“What do we do now?” You asked as the two of you walked up to the door to the address on the note.

“We go in” Peter states

“Are you going to climb in a window? OH, or climb onto the roof?” You brainstorm ways that Spider-Man could get into places as Peter unlocks the door and walks in.

“I was thinking of using the front door” he states plainly as a joke.

“How- how did you do dat?” You asked wondering if all superheroes just had universal keys to the city or something.

“I live here,” Peter explained as Ned and MJ shouted “Suprise”

You’re visibly confused as Peter takes you over to the dining room table with the legos, “There’s one more note here, Y/N” he points out for you to read.

You take the note out of the envelope to find the word “Build” written on it. You understand it immediately as you turn to the three others in the room for an explanation, “We’re building legos?” you question.

“Yea, I wanted you to meet my friends. This is MJ and Ned.” Peter introduces.

“MJ? And Ned? Da ones you always talk about?” you wonder

Peter blushes, “I- I mean I don’t always talk about them. But yea, this is them.”

Ned and MJ make their way over to the table with you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Ned offers.

“You too”

The three of you are engrossed in the lego building for a couple of hours as MJ plays on her phone and keeps the boys on their toes as they miss build steps. Once 10 o'clock rolls you start yawning enough for Peter to realize he should probably bring you back to bed.

“Are you ready to head back, Y/N” he asks

You thought about it for a second, you were so engrossed in the legos that you didn’t even realize how tired you were. Once you realized you were ready for bed, you nodded in agreeance.

Before you knew it, you were headed back to the compound.

“Did you have fun?” Peter asks as you continue your trek home.

You nod in response, “I wike your fwiends” you noted, “especiawly MJ, shes rewly pwetty”

Peter smiled at your response, “She is really pre-” he’s cut off as you’re both startled by the sound of a gunshot coming from a store that you're passing by. Peter immediately jumps into action as he finds a place for you to hide, “Stay here, I'll be right back” he mentions as he runs toward the area of the gunshot.

You stay put for a few minutes until you remember that the whole reason you were out with Peter tonight was for a mission. Maybe it was all leading to this, or maybe you just wish it was, after all, you came out tonight to be a hero. So that’s exactly what you plan on doing, you and Peter are partners in this mission, and you’re not going to let him sideline you, so you move toward the store.

When you walk in, you see Peter fighting 4 different guys at the same time and you try to find something that will allow you to help him. There are products scattered all over the ground from the men being knocked into the shelves. You pick up the nearest item and throw it at the bad guy closest to you. It wasn’t until then that anyone even noticed your presence. The man laughs and immediately grabs you, “What do we have here? Is Spider-Man sending kids to do his dirty work now?” he snarks.

“Let me go!” you struggle

“Y/N! I told you to stay put!” Peter scolds as he continues to kick everyone’s ass.

“We’re partners, I help” you defended.

As you tried to justify why you came in to help, one of the men motioned for your captor to leave through the back with you in tow. He scurried out as quickly as possible while you thrashed back in forth in his arms to try and break free. Once the black-haired man had you outside, all the courage you had built up to go and help your friend quickly turned to fear. Your courageous yells soon became cries for help as you could no longer see your friend, Peter.

Before the man could get you into a van, the fear took control over your body to unleash a shockwave, breaking you free from his grip. With the man unconscious on the ground, you ran as fast as you could back to the safe spot that Peter had left you in. Minutes later, after Peter finishes up with the men inside the building, he rushes to the back to look for you. Relieved is an understatement, he sees the man lying knocked out on the ground and he knows you must’ve gotten away. The only issue now is, where did you go?

“Karen, are you seeing any traces of where y/n headed?” he inquired to the artificial intelligence in his suit.

“Size 3 footsteps indicated on the infrared scanner show that she most likely headed northeast,” Karen informs as she overlays the infrared scanner into Peter’s field of view.

“Perfect! Maybe she headed back to the spot I left her in earlier”

Once Peter finds you, he checks you over to make sure you’re ok; and while you are very shaken, physically you are fine. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Y/N.” Peter scolds as the two of you begin walking back towards to compound again.

“I sorry, I- I just thought dat I should help cuz we’re on a mission togeder”

He can’t help but smile at that, “You’re going to be a great Avenger one day”

“I am?”

“Yea, but listen, no one else at the compound can know what we were up to tonight” He reminds you

“Right, right. It’s a secret mission. I renember.” you state nodding you head in agreeance.

When the two of you pull up to the compound, Peter scales the side of the building with you on his back, until he reaches your room. His plan, however, is ruined when your window is completely locked from the outside with no way to get in. Karen can’t even get it open as there is an override to keep it shut from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

His only other option is to take you back in through the front entrance. That should be ok though, after all, that is the way that you two escaped in the first place. The entrance is clear, all is looking good until they reach the common room. Tony and Wanda are just sitting there waiting for you. Peter stands there frozen for a second until Tony finally breaks the silence. “You wanna tell me where the two of you were or should I ask Karen?” he states dryly as you leave Peter to run with your arms toward Wanda. She stands from the couch to engulf you in a comforting hug as she lifts you up, “Hey, detka, are you okay?” She says removing the strands of hair from your face to thoroughly look you over.

You nod as you nuzzle into her shoulder. It was far past your bedtime and it only took a slight bit of comfort from Wanda to remind your body of how exhausted you were. “I’m going to bring her up to bed. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” She says as she shoots a glance laced with daggers at the man of webs.

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spider-mancan · 10 months

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reverse age gap starker where tony gets immediately reborn and now peter is like 35 and there's an 18 year old tony stark banging on his door

tony spends a wild night at a college party strung out and making off-brand web slinger with what he collects from the host’s kitchen. doesn’t get the chemical solution right but he’s too drunk to care

peter finds him standing on top of a roof and comes to talk him down only to find a young tony with a manic grin. the heart-wrenching is enough time for tony to drop, homemade webslingers firing with a spit.

tony completely dislocates his shoulder and nearly takes out a stoplight. peter catches him before he hits the pavement, but once his feet are under him tony — the spitting image of 90s heart throb tony stark — he's already fiddling with the shooters because it didn't work right but he's so fucking drunk

peter is like YOU COULD HAVE DIED. he’s pissed. and he finally Understands Mr. Stark from all those years ago.

#starker #considers #ironspider #tnpt #the twink to dilf pipeline

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leviathansshadycorner · 2 months

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You’re spiderman?! Peter parker/ Spiderman x Venom! Reader

A/n: bold is venom, words in bold are his opinions, bold in italics is you when you're ‘merged’ with venom, also toby peter was in mind when writing this but go ham on whichever peter you want it to be. Might write a part two lol.

Glass clinked against the metal stirring stick you were using to slosh around the blue liquid. You wanted to get the solution right on the first try. Not because you were an overachiever, but because you wanted to go home already. That and the little Alien that inhabited you was being annoying. It had been two months since agreeing to become Venom’s host. The first month was hell, in fact it’s the reason why you’re in your chemistry class after school. The chaos that came along with the symbiote was more than enough to help you fail your classes. The first few days with venom consisted of you destroying your bedroom, eating nasty old men, and wreaking havoc in the city.

To make things worse, not only were the NYPD on your ass- but you also had a certain annoying neighborhood nuisance on your tail. In fact just last night you were tied onto a streetlamp by Spider-man, the nuisance himself, because it’s ‘not ethical’ to eat bad guys. You hated him. Sure he was a hero trying to rid the city of evil but so were you! Poor not-so-little Venom was so excited to become vigilantes, but his dreams got crushed after being categorized as a villain by the web-slinger.

“WHEN DO WE GET TO GO HOME?” The Alien poked his small head out from your left boob.

With urgency you shoved him back into your body. “Calm down!”

Mrs. Nicholson and a few other students who were also making up some late work looked over at you, some confused others laughing at your sudden outburst.

“Everything alright (Y/n)?” The tired chemistry teacher called over.

A nervous laugh came out of your mouth, “Yeah sorry- just frustrated I guess.”

“Frustrated? Do you need help?” She asked with concern.

“N-no I’m fine.” You replied trying to look focused so she wouldn’t send over the student assistant.

“Alright well Peter should be back from the bathroom if you need help, so just ask him for help ok?” Great. Just what you needed.

See, it’s not that you hated Peter Parker, he was a pretty smart guy. He’s actually the only teacher’s assistant who isn’t a condescending smart ass that makes you feel bad about yourself for asking a question. He was helpful in these make-up labs oftentimes being of more use than the actual teacher. You never really spoke to him, you knew he had a rich hot friend and a crush on Mary Jane who you also never spoke to.

“Back.” Speak of the devil. The boy stepped into the classroom, his lab coat still on. Was that even considered sanitary?

Immediately you felt Venom take over your eyes. Your (e/c) irises covered by a silky white lens film as he observed Peter. Now used to his antics- you shut your eyes tightly until you regained control of your eyes again. Taking the vial of stirred solution in your hands you carefully poured it into the main flask, once again hoping Mrs. Nicholson wouldn’t send Peter over.

Unfortunately for you, the universe loved to see you suffer. “Peter, why don’t you go help (Y/n) over there?” She directed him to you.

You mentally groaned when you saw Peter make his way over. You were sitting in the middle of the classroom just behind two students and in front of another. There were four of you in total, yet you were the only one who seemed to struggle. Surly chemistry was rigged against you or something right?

“OOO YUM.” Venom growled as he tried to escape your body only to be pushed back in again before anyone could see him.

“Did you say something?” Peter looked confused, his glasses moving upwards as he raised an eyebrow.

“Huh? Oh no I was just saying that this solution looks yum…yummy.” The gross sludge in front of you did not look yummy, It looked like someone threw up a blue gatorade. “It’s not supposed to do that is it?”

He shook his head, his blue eyes wide as he moved to prevent it from spilling. “No- it’s not. What did you put in here?” He carefully moved you out of the way and took over your station, cleaning up the mess you had made. “We might have to start over.”

You would’ve felt bad about him having to fix your mess, but you were too caught up in the fact that you had to stay longer and redo the whole damn thing.

“GAAAHHH!” Venom’s low voice fussed as he heard this news. Once again everybody’s eyes were on you. The heat rose to your face as you tried to play it off.

“Sorry, guess I’m hungry.”

Peter and you got to work. Since you had to redo the whole process the two of you were the last ones in the classroom, the other students leaving as soon as they finished. Mrs. Nicholson had even left, claiming that “Peter knows what he’s doing, You’re in good hands.” It wasn’t usual that Teacher’s left students alone in classrooms, especially in labs. However Peter was the exception. He was Midtown high’s resident nerd/teacher’s pet. Which was why he was always getting in trouble with Flash Thompson. The only thing keeping him from daily beatings being his friend Harry.

“Alright, so now that it’s bubbling just compare the differences between this one and the one we put in cold water.” The boy said, moving his goggles to the side as he took them off.

“That’s it? I’m done after that?” You eagerly asked, eyebrows high, astonished by the fact that you were the only one who could mess up a simple ass lab.

“I mean we still gotta clean up, but yeah.” He offered a smile.

“Sweet.” You got to writing. Venom had calmed down after you took a bathroom break to buy some chocolate from a vending machine, but occasionally he would pop out from behind your neck to sniff Peter. You just hoped Peter didn’t think of you as some weirdo pervert who was trying to smell him.

The scribbles on the report were hardly legible since you just wanted to get out of there. Finishing off with signing your name, you turned the packet in to the front of the desk where Mrs. Nicholson had instructed you to before she had left.

“Alright, thank you.” You told the boy who was staring at you intently. You hadn’t noticed it before but he was acting differently after you came back from your ‘bathroom break’.

“Yeah no problem, need help cleaning up?” Regardless of your response, he was already emptying the flask and tubes that you had used,

“I mean you’re already helping me.” Chuckling in a friendly manner you grabbed some paper towels and disinfectant, spraying it on the table and wiping it away.

The two of you worked in awkward silence to clean up the lab, going as far as to clean up the messes that the other lab students forgot about. When you were done you took off your goggles and coat, hanging it back on the rack. Peter soon followed behind you, his footsteps and yours the only sound in the room.

“Alright well- bye, thank you again.” You rushed out of there, your backpack charms clinking as your legs moved down the hall.

“YAY! FREEDOM!” Venom roared, his head poking out of your stomach, You didn’t shove him back this time, mainly because no one else was around to witness the monster you called your friend.

A smile played on your face, “Fuck yeah! And we don’t ever have to stay after school anymore!”

“WAIT THAT WAS THE LAST ONE?” Venom questioned, eager to hear the response.

“Mhm!” You celebrated, still running out of the school. “Now we can do some more bad guy hunting!” Saying Venom was the only one who enjoyed the vigilante work would be a lie. After getting accustomed to the fear and relishing in the rush- you too had been looking forward to beating up the scum of the earth. Plus, a part of you secretly hoped to be tied up again by Spiderman. Though you hated him for leaving you with a hungry Venom, you had a thing for guys in masks.

Venom took over your legs, the black-purple sludge covering your jeans as he sped up the pace. “DO WE GET TO EAT NOW?”

“Maybe- I don’t know. It's still bright out.” The sun still hadn’t set. Checking your watch it read 5:30.

“I’ll buy you some fries.”

“YAY!”

The two of you were at (favorite burger place), munching on some much needed food when it happened. A gross oversized bug flew at the restaurant's window, its guts splatter all over the place.

“What the hell?” A few people got up to look at the commotion which only progressed as the sound of a crash and then car alarms went off.

“What the fuck is that?” You commented to Venom as you finished your food, gathering up the trash to throw.

“I DON’T KNOW, LET’S FIND OUT.” His feet dragged you towards the exit, quickly you grabbed your backpack, swinging it on you as the Alien took control of your steps. His feet looked like some horror movie inspired shoes.

He didn’t bother saying excuse me, his attention focused on the action outside. You murmured some apologies to the people who he bumped into. Eventually the two of you were far enough for him to take over your body, your (s/c) skin overrun with his dark goop. When you made it out of the alleyway people were quick to shriek at you. This was the first time in a while that Venom was fully out in broad daylight.

“AHHHHHHHHH! Oh my god what is that?” A lady yelled.

“Is that spiderman?!” Some guy yelled causing a cacophony of people accusing you of being spiderman.

“IDIOTS!” Venom didn’t like that.

As if on cue the actual spiderman came swinging in, stepping on your head to boost himself up.

“Hey it's you!” His annoying voice called out a greeting, lifting himself up with a web.

Venom growled at this, not appreciating the fact he was used as a step stool. “ GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Hey! Stop that! He’s already dealing with someone. Let’s take advantage of this while he’s distracted.” Trying to convince Venom to change his mind was a hard task, especially when he was throwing a temper tantrum. The two of you fought for autonomy over your body, venom winning since his hunger fueled him.

“I thought you were all for saving the bees!” Spiderman’s voice echoed through the air as he threw some webs towards Swarm, the nuisance in question.

Angered, theVillain shot some bees his way, “DIE SPIDERMAN!”

Quickly the man in the red suit dodged the swarm of bees coming his way, using his webs as some sort of butterfly net as he caught some. Infuriated by his quick thinking, the swarm makes the bees cut through the net, sending another mass of them at the spider.

“Gross I don’t want to get stung.” You pulled away before Venom got too close, landing on a roof nearby. It was close enough to see the whole ordeal yet not get hurt.

“(Y/N) COME ON! HE’S RIGHT THERE! IF WE GET RID OF HIM WE CAN HAVE ALL THE BRAINS IN THE WORLD!” The alien shouted though no amount of pleading would convince you to kill Spider man.

‘’Yes, but if we kill him, who's gonna deal with these wackos?”

“WE WILL DUH! STOP BEING SUCH A PUS-” A web came shooting at you heavy enough to drop you to the floor.

“What the hell? Already?!“WE WEREN’T EVEN DOING ANYTHING!”

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD’VE STRUCK!” He scolded you.

“Sorry buddy, I’m gonna have to take a raincheck on you! Kinda busy at the moment, you can try me again on Tuesday.” Spiderman walked onto the roof where you lay, shooting out a few more webs onto you. He finished his snarky little sentence just as he went to attack Swarm again.

Letting out an animalistic growl, Venom burst through the webs- this time he was actually angry, and you tended to not have the best control over him when in a state like this. His claws gripped onto the buildings as he climbed upwards, making his way to the spider and Swarm. The villain looked horrified as he saw the two of you approaching him. Swarm let out a yell as Venom brought him to the ground, his fist endlessly punching away as the swarm slowly disappeared, the bees scurrying off to recover.

“Gee thanks for the help buddy!” Spiderman landed behind you, his fists on his slutty little waist. “Glad I can count on ya!” He began to walk away.

Venom leaped out, grabbing him in his hands. “Hey what the-!” Spiderman struggled as he tried to shimmy his way out of your grasps.

“FINALLY!” Venom’s voice shook Spiderman’s core.

“No~ NO! Venom no! I thought I told you that we weren’t going to kill him!” You fought with the symbiote, loosening your grip to allow the hero some room to escape.

“SHUT UP (Y/N) I GOT THIS!” He spoke as he tightened his grip once again.

If it weren’t for the mask you would've seen the confused expression on Peter’s face when he heard this giant monster thing say your name. Could it be? He thought, Could it be the girl from his school?

“No it can’t be.” Spiderman shook his head.

Venom lifted him up to his eye level, beginning to pluck off the mask from the hero. “Hey! Stop that! It’s not nice to take someone’s mask off without their permission!” He huffed trying to joke, though you could tell he was scared. A crowd was formed below the buildings, the sound of news helicopters surrounded you and you were sure they were broadcasting this live.

“Venom- we gotta go.” You told your friend as you frantically moved your head to look at the helicopters that had now grown in number. “Come on let him go- we gotta leave before they start-”

It was too late. A helicopter filled with what looked to be either a military or swat team had started shooting at you. The bullets hitting your body, cushioned by Venom’s goop before being released to the floor. Peter watched with wide eyes as the bullers fell to the ground, having not affected the beast at all. He however was shitting his pants- if he got shot he was done for.

Shocked by the sudden fire and scared out of your mind, fear took over, causing your flight to kick in. You’d let go of Peter, and used your legs to leap off the building. Venom didn’t seem to be happy about it, but he also knew that if you got hurt he’d die as well.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?!” You shouted, feeling yourself begin to cry.

“WE COULD’VE HAD HIM!” Venom shouted, retracting into your body once you were in a safe alley way away from anyone.

“I could have died!” You shouted.

“NUH UH! I WAS PROTECTING YOU!” He argued.

“Not really! If you were protecting me we would’ve been out of that situation as soon as they started firing!” You were breathing heavily. You took your flannel off to examine your arms, reaching down to lift your pant legs to check on your leg.

“THE BULLETS DIDN’T REACH YOU (Y/N), LIKE I SAID I WAS PROTECTING YOU.” He said again.

It was your first brush with death and you didn’t feel good.

As you were pacing around trying to get over the hysteria- two red boots plopped onto the floor. You froze, turning around, The figure was leaning over a trash bin, chest heaving notably as he tried to catch his breath. It was spiderman. You wondered if he had noticed you standing at the other end of the alley. Venom was still protruding out of you, his head in full display as the two of you looked at each other and then the hero.

You raised a finger to your lips, signaling for venom to keep his mouth shut. Waving him into your body, you signaled for him to hide himself. The attempt however failed when a certain masked hero turned your way after a can had fallen from where you stood. Quickly Venom disappeared into you, but the hero had already seen it, leaving the two of you in an intense staring contest.

“(Y/n)?” The hero asked, a familiar voice taking the place of the hero’s usual deep voice.

How did spiderman know your name? WAIT- THE SPIDER MAN KNEW YOUR NAME!

You stayed there frozen, hoping that if you just stayed frozen he’d eventually go away. The puzzle pieces seemed to connect when you noticed a familiar green backpack peeking from the top of the recycling bin.

It couldn’t be.

There was just no possible way.

Out of everyone that could be spiderman it couldn’t be him.

He was a nerd- a nobody- just some guy from school who happened to be a genius.

He must’ve noticed his slip up because he quickly shot a web over the backpack, slowly approaching you.

“NO. FUCKING. WAY.” Came out of your mouth as you stepped back, overwhelmed by the discovery. Venom kept himself in you, salty that you yelled at him, although when he noticed the spider he began to take over your body, stopping when he felt your hand on his arm.

“You’re venom?!” He asked, shocked, still in the mask. He had forgotten that spiderman wasn’t supposed to know who you were. Afterall how would a hero recognize some highschool senior?

“Peter?” You asked, it had to be him, oh my god it had to! It all made sense now.

He would always slip out of class, but most people including you thought he had some bowel problems. Whenever he would come back he’d be all sweaty and roughed up. He always defended Spiderman whenever Flash would shit talk the hero, and you remembered him lying about knowing him to Mary Jane- although now that you knew it was Peter - he technically wasn't lying. It also explained why he was so good in the gym.

Your head was spinning with questions. After all, you had just worked with the kid not even two hours ago in the chemistry lab at school!

“N-no.” Came his lame reply. He forced a deep voice, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Venom.” You called out and immediately the alien covered your body.

Peter suddenly remembered that you wanted to kill him for some reason. He then leapt on his feet, almost getting away. Venom reached out for him, capturing him by the collar of his suit. The alien then brought him close to him and growled, licking the spider’s masked face.

“EW! NO STOP we are not licking our classmates' faces!” You scolded as your face protruded where Venom’s face once was.

“What- I.. I am so confused right now.” He said defeated.

Your arm went to lift his mask, his webs shooting out to stop you, “No- no- you really don’t have to do thaaaaat.” His fake voice nervously protested, but you ended up taking it off anyways. You gasped, both out of excitement and shock since you were right!

He looked at you with those wide eyes of his. You never knew how pretty they were until now that you were up close and personal with him. He looked scared, almost shocked that you actually went through with it.

“Peter?! You’re spiderman?” You yelled in surprise, only to get a web to the mouth.

“Hey look- I don’t know what I did or why you’re trying to kill me but please..” He began and you realized you were still in Venom’s body.

“Oh- sorry… right.” Venom collapsed back into you, dropping Peter as you shrank back to size. “Sorry!” You called out as you reached to pick him up.

“(Y/n) what- what is that thing?” He questioned, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh that-” “WE ARE VENOM.” His voice echoed from inside of you. “Right, we are venom.” That was the only answer you would give him.

It made sense to him now why you were always causing a scene in class, why you would always be on the phone during school, or why you always had that constipated look in your eyes when your ‘stomach’ would growl during study hall. Now that he was thinking of it, that monster thing must have been what was triggering his spidey senses back at the chem lab.

He then got back to business, the weight of your knowledge on his shoulders. “(Y/n)..” He held your shoulders, his face close to yours. Something about Peter Parker in a tight suit and messy hair, looking as if he just had a brush with death seemed to appeal to you. He looked nothing like the dorky science wiz from school, yet he still sort of did and you just weren’t realizing it.

“You can’t tell anybody about this.” He pleaded, the sincerity in his eyes too much for you. “I- I can’t let anyone find out that I’m spiderman you got that?”

“Are you going to kill me? Because I’m pretty sure venom won’t..” He stopped you, shaking his head, “No no - I’m not gonna kill you, I don't do that. You just can’t tell anybody please. Please (y/n) I beg you..” His eyes were watery. “I’ll do anything, anything just don’t -”

“Peter! Calm down.” You placed your own hands on his shoulders, your stomach twisting as you felt how toned he was. “I won’t. I swear. But in return you can’t tell anybody about my secret, ok?’ You looked him in the eyes, the both of you having some sort of relief once he nodded.

“Yeah - yeah of course.” Peter said, dropping his hands from you much to his dismay.

“One more question-” Peter began.

“Yeah?”

“So like why are you eating people’s brains?”

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Mercs at Disneyland

Because I do what I want

Scout:

- Tries to fistfight Goofy. Loses

- Is the only one who manages to get on every ride in the park in one day

Soldier:

- Literally spends the entire day at Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln

- Only stops to rob a food cart of its turkey legs

Pyro:

- Favorite ride is Haunted Mansion

- Eats a Cast Member

Demo:

- Manages to smuggle an insane amount of scrumpy into the park

- Throws up on every roller coaster. Does not regret it

Heavy:

- His favorite ride is actually the train. Just a chance to sit down and chill out yknow

- Is the chaperone

Engie:

- Loves noticing and pointing out all the special effects and tech in each ride

- Is obsessed with the churros

Medic:

- Claps along to the music on most of the rides like a happy grandma

- If he sees a child misbehaving, he’ll tell them how dark the original fairytales Disney based their films off of are

Sniper:

- Gets insane scores in rides like Astro Blasters, Web Slingers, and Toy Story Mania

- Fell asleep in the Tiki Room and the other mercs left him there

Spy:

- Paid to get into Club 33 just to flex on the other mercs

- Threw up when he saw someone wearing the “I’m so Goofy!” shirt

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donald4spiderman · 2 years

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Heya! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but can I request a venom!reader x TASM!Peter Parker. Where they would have a Black Cat and Spider-Man dynamic, and at some point they start to get close and the reader stop with their petty crimes. And later in their relationship, one of them ends up confessing (and maybe end up making out? ;))

OUR MOST DANGEROUS CRIME IS FALLING IN LOVE

crime doesn’t make you feel nearly as good as parker does. venom!reader

tasm!peter parker x venom!reader

tw: slight angst, kissing

a/n: i have limited knowledge about venom since i’ve been putting off watching the movies. i read a few of the comics ages ago, so my memory is rusty. please inform me if things don’t make sense! PLEASE REBLOG

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YOUR FEET DANGLE CARELESSLY OFF THE LEDGE OF THE SKYSCRAPER as you observed the bustling city beneath you. The faint sputter of cars and the distant chatter of crowds accompanies your thoughts.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Most people would whip their head around at the sudden disturbance, but you stay still, unphased by the familiar voice. It was only a matter of time before your friend—Spider-Man, Peter Parker, whatever—showed up for his nightly visit.

You hate to admit it, but over the past few months of battling and reconciling with the superhero, he’s learned quite a bit about you—more than you were willing to share. At first, you were hellbent on committing crime whenever the opportunity presented itself. After all, being infected by a Venom symbiote doesn’t exactly lend itself to charitable acts. You were also determined to give New York’s famous vigilante an even harder time. You enjoyed the endless cat and mouse game—the chase.

Torturing and taunting the hero with your reprehensible actions was entertaining for a while, but soon enough, it lost its spark. You noticed yourself growing empathetic towards the web-slinger, and he began feeling the same towards you.

It was on a night like this where Peter revealed his identity to you in hopes of humanizing himself. It wasn’t a total shock to find out that an 18 year old boy was hidden behind the mask, but he wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either. You ended up sharing your identity with him as well, and after talking for hours, a dreaded soft spot bloomed in your chest.

Crime paled in comparison to time spent with Peter. Of course, you still gave him a hard time, and on occasion, you’d engage in petty theft (for a good cause). You weren’t a completely changed person, but the new, more sensitive and caring, you would be nearly unrecognizable to the old you.

You don’t respond to his greeting; Peter takes your indifferent silence as an invitation to sit beside you. He yanks his mask off his, tossing it behind him without a second thought. It’s just you and him.

“Something on your mind?” He teases, though concern sifts through the cracks.

You shake your head, “Not really.”

“Ambiguous,” Peter chortles, “you gonna tell me what you’re thinking about? Or, are you gonna make me work for it?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder, “I don’t know.”

“C’mon...”

“Making you work for it is so fun,” you smile, glancing the left to discover Peter pouting, “you only get out what you put in.”

“I don’t know why I expect anything different from you.” He sighs in defeat.

“Ha-ha.” You deadpan.

He groans, tossing his head back. “Do I have to beg? Please don’t make me beg.”

“Sounds to me like you’re already begging,” you chide, “you’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today, Spidey.”

Peter’s lips curl into a delighted grin. “Must be a special occasion; I’m receiving mercy from (Y/N),” he prods at you in an attempt to lighten your mood, “seriously, though. If something’s wrong you know you can tell me, right?”

You roll your eyes, fighting the desire to smile just as wide as him. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Therapist. Whatever.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Right. Sorry,” you mumble, “I’m just really tired.”

“Ah, yes. Crime is very exhausting.”

“You know damn well I haven’t done anything actually illegal in weeks. I’m growing soft.”

“Not soft. Just...considerate,” he pauses, “yeah! Considerate.”

You shake your head at his antics, “God, you make it sound so fucking lame. Good thing you’re cute, Spidey. ‘Makes some of this boring, good-person shit worth it, I guess.”

“T-thanks? I-I mean-you should be doing this because it’s the right thing to do-not just cause you think I-I’m cute,” he halts his sputtering to find you smirking in delectation, “okay, well. Now I understand that you were-that was a joke-and now I’ve just-wow-I made myself sound really dumb.”

“You’re pretty, so it makes up for it,” you push further, “with a face like that you can’t have the brains too.”

A blush creeps up his neck, “I can’t tell if I should be flattered or insulted.”

“Both would be the proper response.” You nod, suddenly in a better mood from flustering Peter.

“Anyway,” He makes an effort to redirect the conversation, “what’s going on in your head.”

“So nosy,” you mutter beneath your breath, hands wringing together. It’s always easy to be this confident, cocky anti-hero around Peter when you’re Venom, but without the symbiote-exterior, it’s just you, (Y/N). You feel vulnerable, “I’ve just been worrying like crazy. It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” he reassures, “tell me.”

You inhale nervously. “It’s just-things have been going really good for me. Honestly, I think my life is the best it’s been since before this fucking parasite bonded to me. I’m less insane than I was before; I’m a better person; I have you,” Peter’s heart flutters at your confession, “I’m just worried things are gonna disappear all of a sudden. I’m worried I won’t be able to control the Venom anymore and I’ll lose everything.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“Peter, you can’t possibly promise something like that.” You chuckle dryly.

“I can,” he affirms, “even if something bad happens—which i’m not saying it will—i’ll help you. I helped you once and I’ll help you a thousand times if you need me. You’re still you, (Y/N). Venom doesn’t take away from that.”

“You’re such a superhero.” You roll your eyes. Peter gasps with feigned offense.

“Is that such a bad thing.”

You shake your head, “No. It used to be. But not anymore.”

“Cool. Good.” He smiles, elated at how surprisingly personal this conversation was.

“Try to look less like a kid in a candy store.” You bite, shoving him slightly. He falters, gripping onto the edge of the concrete wall as if he forgot he was Spider-Man. Falling was no where near a risk for him.

His brows scrunch together. “Right. Sorry.”

“Whatever. You can make it up to me later; I have a few ideas.” You remark suggestively, aching to regain control of the subject.

“I will.” Peter promises.

“Alright,” you nod with pursed lips, uncomfortable with the lull in chatter, “so-“

“I like you.” Peter interrupts with a quick shout.

“Huh? What?!”

“I like you,” he repeats, “in a romantic way. I’m sure you could kind of tell-maybe you were just avoiding it because you didn’t want to talk about it-but I had to tell you, okay? I really like you and I really care about you. I don’t want you to have ever doubt that.”

“Okay,” you whisper, “I won’t-I won’t doubt that.”

“Promise?” He’s naive and hopeful, maybe even stupid for trusting you. But what’s life worth without blind leaps into the abyss and love-struck confessions?

“Yes. I promise,” your pinky entangles with his slender digit, wrapping tightly. “Pink promise.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I like you too—in a romantic way.” You mock, slightly uneasy at the prospect of dating, but confident in your feelings nonetheless.

Peter beams, “O-okay. Really?”

“Yes, really. Why do you think I was so willing to abandon my old ways?”

“So you really were only doing this because I’m a pretty face?!” He laughs.

“Maybe,” you hum, twisting your torso to face him. Your eyes trace the bruises and scratches on his face which he sustained from his patrol, “you do have a very pretty face.”

“Thanks. You do too.”

Peter leans in closer, slipping his lips onto yours. They move in tandem as your bodies slide closer, chests itching to be flush with one another. He cradles your face with firm hands, craning your neck to breathe you in. It’s a contest of who will consume who first. You hate admitting defeat, but Peter is definitely holding a steady lead.

Yeah, you think as a low groan escapes his throat. He’s worth it all.

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