#peter parker fanfiction
cute lil request: sometimes i just can’t stop kissing your stupid face
the morning sun | peter parker
ah this is so soft :") was listening to watch you sleep by girl in red !! this drabble is completely inspired by the song ?? thank you for requesting <333 beta read by the lovely @selfcarecap !! honestly, wouldn't have posted this one if it weren't for her :")
prompt: “sometimes i just can't stop kissing your stupid face.”
word count: 1.5k
warnings: established relationship, it's a little sad, but fluff makes up for it <3
love language masterlist (requests are open)
you woke up to the morning sun shining on his skin.
the white, paper thin curtains fluttered along with the cool breeze, doing little to nothing to obstruct the streams of sun rays from pouring into the room through the window. the cold settled in the room, despite the warm sunlight glowing on your pale, white cotton bedsheets.
the chill blanketed you, kissing the apples of your cheek, biting into your skin harshly when you inhaled the morning air. the clock ticked, only minutes away from buzzing with an alarm, yet you wished to crawl away under the blankets to shield yourself from the cold, fall into a deep slumber with your responsibilities long forgotten but your gaze was fixated on the boy sleeping next to you.
he looked beautiful under the morning sun.
his bare back gleamed under the sun, the waistband of his sweatpants peaking over the blankets pooling around his waist. you were tempted to reach out for him, write your name on his naked back, but the fear that he might fade away like a cruel mirage held you back.
a figment of your imagination — that's all he was. you were convinced, he was a missing piece you've woven into your sleepy haze, here to complete your picture, complete you. you missed him. it's barely been a couple hours since you had him in your arms, yet you missed him. you wished it was him near you, holding you instead but he didn't pick up your calls. he didn't return home last night.
you held your breath when he stirred...his eyes twitched but remained shut, the tranquility of the morning undisturbed. he pressed his nose further into the plush pillow, his messy eyebrow hidden under the unruly set of your curls that you've been pestering him to get cut for the past couple days. his lip was busted, tiny scars splattered across his skin that weren't there the last time you saw him. he breathed deeply, the arm loosely thrown over your waist under the blanket tightening its hold over you—
he was here.
you've lost the count of the sleepless nights you've endured for peter parker.
he texted that he would be home before you returned from work, he didn't show. it didn't worry you, but when your calls went straight to voicemail, your texts left unanswered, you couldn't swallow down the fear twisting your heart into knots. amidst the panic, the cries, the fear you fell asleep with your phone clutched to your chest hoping he'd call back.
instead he climbed into your bed while you were asleep without a word, an explanation. he was nestled by your side, while your mind spun numbing thoughts of where he might be, what might have happened to him.
the anger boiled in your blood, burned in your eyes but as quickly as it was accumulated, it disintegrated into thin air because he was here.
he was okay.
“to love him is to lose your mind” may had told you. but you didn't understand the weight of her words until he stumbled into your room through your window, bleeding and gasping for air in a tattered red and blue suit you couldn't bear to look at.
it haunted you, the fear that you'd lose him clawed at your heart when you were awake, chased you in your nightmares. it had a hard grip on you, one that only tightened and tightened with time. he's a walking red flag, his kisses, his honey eyes, the sweet voice, that smile, it all screams abort, abort, abort but you stuck around.
he was going to break your heart in the worst way possible, but you've fallen in love — in too deep to walk away.
with a humph he absent-mindedly reached for the blankets. you were quick to pull it up to his neck, protecting him from the cold. your hand stayed on the end of the blanket before it tentatively reached for his hair. you pushed it up, the soft curls brushed against your skin. he breathed, reassuring you of his presence.
hesitantly your hand trailed up to his cheeks, your thumb brushing against the apple of his cheek. the cuts littered on his rosy cheeks, a bitter reminder of the cruel world waiting for him, but he was safe - he was safe under the blankets, he was safe with you.
you would spend forever under the blankets, with him in your arms as you watch him sleep if you could.
watching him sleep never bored you. you knew him like the back of your hand, yet mapping the expanse of his skin under the morning sun was similar to the bliss of turning pages of an old back, reminiscing the words you've loved for years and years.
you twisted your arms around him, holding him close. his heart thudding against his chest, his shallow breaths calming your soul. it's the rare moments of peace amidst the chaos of your life that reminded you why you stuck around. loving someone with a hero complex and absolutely no self preservation was hard. it was stupid. it was fucked up.
but you've never been one to make smart decisions.
your hand trailed down from his freckles to his neck, the bruises you left on his collarbone were barely visible but the urge to kiss him bubbled up. you propped yourself up on your elbow, pressing a chaste kiss on his collarbone, lips brushing against the bruise. his skin was warm, a faint scent of your peach lotion that he secretly used when you were away lingered.
he puffed out a breath when you nuzzled in the crook of his neck, lips peppering kisses up the column of his throat. he whined when you pulled away, his eyes fluttering as your hand trailed down his bare chest, leg hiking up his waist as you pressed yourself against him, basking in the warmth radiating off him. giggling, you leaned down to kiss his jaw, thumb brushing against the cut on his lip.
“baby,” he whined, his hands reaching for your hips.
he squeezed your waist when you trailed your lips to the corner of his mouth, beginning to pull away but he was quick to catch your lips in a sweet kiss.
warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as his hand trailed up from your hips, holding the back of your neck delicately as he parted his lips. his sweet lips were dizzying, haze twisted around you, dousing you in love.
his lips were impossibly soft against your own, his hold was cautious - afraid he might break the frail serenity of the moment. it didn't hold lust, he kissed you with no intention of it leading to something more. it was tender, it was delicate, it was love.
you pulled away, breathless, palm splayed on his bare chest, blanket twisted around your tangled limbs. with a shy smile you glanced at him, the fluttering wings of the butterflies in your belly were so loud, you wondered if he could hear them too. “good morning, baby.”
“mhmm, best morning.” his honeyed eyes sparkled under the morning sun, his freckles more prominent from the close proximity. his swollen lips twitched — he smiled.
the fear that held your heart hostage melted away. the worries, the anger, the hurt, all disintegrated into thin air. he was here, with you. he was smiling and you were utterly, completely, madly and insanely in love with him.
a smug smile made its way to his lips, he broke the silence that hung in the air when he raised an eyebrow at you, “were you watching me sleep?”
you couldn't help but mirror his smile, nibbling on your bottom lip as you shrugged, “mhmm, you drool in your sleep.”
his eyes grew wide, heat rushing to his cheeks as he slapped a hand over his mouth. his smug demeanor dropped and he grew shy under your gaze, like a schoolboy horrified after he embarrassed himself in front of the girl he liked.
he huffed, not quite meeting your gaze, “no, i don't!”
you giggled, prying his hand away from his mouth before you kissed his lips again. your heart brimmed with love when he reached up to capture your lips in a kiss but you pulled away, peppering kisses on the side of his face.
“you're being cute," he eyed you when you trailed your lips down to his earlobe and whined when your teeth grazed the sweet spot on his neck, “why are you being so cute? i can't handle it.”
you smiled — he had no idea about your fears, your anger, your resentment. you could lose him in a blink of an eye. he could be in your arms one moment and six feet under the next. but you couldn't let the fear control you, you had to let go. live for the moments of love, like now. you wanted to be with him every waking moment, in his nightmares, in his daydreams, in his final moments. but you couldn't, so you'd settle for a couple kisses under the morning sun, letting your worries slip away, his lips the only bliss known to you before you had to start the day and be apart from him.
you kissed his lips, a small smile playing on your lips, “sometimes i just can't stop kissing your stupid face.”
I hope you liked it! re-blogs and feedback is appreciated, masterlist + taglist can be found in bio! thank you for reading!
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script reading — tom holland
pairing: tom holland x (actress) reader
summary: you and tom reunite after being casted in a netflix series together.
note: i need tom holland requests in my inbox, NOW.
“(y/n), welcome to the sit-down reading today. some cast members are already here so you can chat with them later.”
you nodded, while the kind staff member led you to your designated room. you had recently been casted in a new romantic-comedy series with netflix and today was the script reading with all the cast members.
the tall woman stopped in front of a white door, before turning the knob and opening the door wide enough for you to stare inside. just next to the door laid a sign that read your name.
“this is your room,” she stared down at her wrist watch, “the reading starts in an hour so you can do anything till then.” she offered a kind smile and motioned you to go inside.
“thank you” you smiled before walking and plopping down on the couch inside the room. you heard a slight click, indicating that the woman had closed the door to leave you some privacy.
you stared at the ceiling, still in disbelief. this series had casted you as the main female lead and tom as the main male lead, the thought of that making you shudder.
tom was your ex-boyfriend, so you were surprised that he even agreed to do this project. the director happened to be your best friend, hannah, and let’s just say she was the biggest shipper of the two of you together. just like hannah, your fans went crazy hearing the two of you were making this film together.
you sat up on the couch, noticing your script was already on the table in front of you. your manager lola must have left it in the room beforehand.
picking up the thick paper stack, you started to go over your lines. you had been busy with featuring in several interviews and photoshoots, so you weren’t sure how the plot of the show went.
curiously, you skimmed through the script to reach around three-fourths of the book, before starting to read the lines.
then it hit you, there was a major breakup scene involved in the show. there was the getting-back-together part of the story, but since the show needs some spice there was a breakup scene.
you read that your character has to break up with tom’s character because the two of you grew busy to make time for each other.
“hey (y/n),” someone barged into your room, catching you off guard.
“let’s go meet the other cast members.” you got up from your seat while grabbing your script.
“sure. also hannah, i don’t know how you got me to do this series. you better hope i don’t start crying in the room after seeing tom.” hannah stared at you with pity, remembering how she was there to witness you cry your eyes out after tom and you called it quits.
you still loved tom, but sometimes things don’t work out and you have to learn to accept it.
hannah coughed awkwardly, before handing you a water bottle. “everyone went to the lounge to mingle but tom’s not here yet.”
you kept the smile on your face, hearing about tom made you want to run and cry because it had been six months since the two of you separated. still, you remembered that you promised to remain as friends, and this was film was only work.
“it’s okay, i’m ready.”
hannah gave you one last look before opening the door to the lounge. many people were inside chatting or eating snacks before the reading.
“hello, you’re (y/n) (y/l/n)!” a muscular man said to you as soon as you walked inside. he let out a hand for you to shake, “i’m mark, playing the second male lead, and i’m a big fan of yours.”
you smiled before shaking his hand, “thank you, mark. it’s nice meeting you.”
hannah went off to talk to the staff members while you talked to other cast members including mark.
“this is angela, she’s playing the role of your best friend.”
“hi, i’m (y/n).”
angela let out a chuckle before waving you off, “(y/n), of course i know who you are! you’re my favorite actress and i’m so honored to be casted in the same film as you!” as angela kindly praised you, you couldn’t help but be proud to make some friends.
“i hope we all get closer during this film.” you stated while the two of them nodded in agreement.
“the reading starts soon, cast members please head to the reading room now.” hannah announced while scanning the room.
“are you excited? i’m so nervous.” angela commented while walking beside you.
you shrugged while looking down at the grey tiles, “it’s quite awkward when you’re in the same cast as your ex.”
angela gave the same look that hannah gave you earlier, “you’ve got this, don’t worry about him.”
her encouraging words made you smile and when you entered the room, you headed straight to your seat. angela and mark had their assigned seats right across from yours, so they sat down.
the chair next to you was pulled back, and someone plopped down into the seat.
“hey (y/n),” you froze, the script in your hand dropped to the table.
you coughed a little, “tom? i haven’t seen you in a while.”
you looked to him and he held a grin, “how have you been?”
he was acting like the two of you were old pals, and it hurt that he looked like he’s moved on already. your freshly painted nails tapped on the wooden table surface, a nervous habit you had.
“i’ve been fine, just been doing interviews and photoshoots. you?”
he played with his shirt collar, “i’ve been good.”
it was quiet among the two of you, unlike the rest of the cast who were chattering all around the room.
“(y/n), i wanted to tal-”
“hello, everyone! let’s start the sit down reading now.” a staff member cut off tom’s words and you stared at him in curiosity.
“what were you just saying?” you whispered but he let out a sigh, not making eye contact with you.
“it’s nothing, i can tell you later.”
your lips thinned and you nodded, slightly disappointed at his words. deciding to not worry about it, you tried to act professional for the rest of the reading.
hannah clapped as you said the final lines of the show, “that’s a wrap everyone! thank you all for being so cooperative. first day of filming is this weekend, so i’ll see you all there!”
you dropped the script that you held on the table, letting out a sigh and picking up your phone.
(y/n): the script reading just ended.
lola: good job! the car will be there in five to pick you up.
(y/n): okay. also, thanks for leaving my script in my room.
lola: what script?
a hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you from reading lola’s response. “(y/n), can you talk for a second?”
you turned around and saw tom was the one to stop you. you studied his face and felt weird inside.
“sure, here?” you looked around and saw that angela and mark were leaving the room. the room was almost cleared, people rushing to leave after such a long day.
“no, can you meet me at my house?”
your eyebrows rose in confusion, “your house?”
tom nodded, “yeah, i’ll meet you there.”
that moment, your phone received a message, indicating that your ride was here.
“okay, i might get there earli-”
“you can go inside first. you remember my house password right?”
you nodded slowly but still remained confused, why was he trusting you to go inside his house? what if you suddenly decided to rob him? you wouldn’t, but why did he trust you so much?
“okay, i’ll see you there.”
he let go of your wrist, which you didn’t even notice till now, and held a smile on his face.
“see you later.”
you put tom’s password in, it being the day he got his dog. it used to be the date that the two of you started dating but before you did date, it was the date he got his dog.
since the two of you broke up, you assumed he changed it back to this date.
“i’m here!” you announced and expectedly heard the little sound of tessa running to you.
“come here, tessa,” tom’s dog, tessa, immediately greeted you while jumping and wagging her tail.
“did you miss me? oh my, did you even eat?”
tessa started to whine, and you shook your head at tom before walking over to the kitchen. even though it wasn’t your house, you weren’t going to let tessa starve.
tessa followed behind you, constantly sticking out her tongue in excitement to see you.
“sorry, tessa. tom was probably out filming the whole day and couldn’t feed you.” you said to her while she ate the food you poured into her bowl.
“you should come to my house if you get hungry.” you joked while petting her.
“can i go over too?”
you jumped, scared because you didn’t hear tom come inside.
“tom! you scared me!” you yelled while placing a hand over your heart.
“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.”
he looked over to tessa eating, “you know my manager came and fed her, right?”
your mouth fell open, “but there was no food in her bowl when i arrived!”
tom laughed at you, “(y/n), did you forget that tessa eats all her food so her bowl is literally clean?”
his laugh died down as you stood there awkwardly. of course you had forgot, the last time you came here was the night that the two of you broke up; that was six months ago.
“so, what did you want to talk about?” tom started looking around his fridge so you decided to take a seat on the high chair next to the island.
“i wanted to talk about,” he paused a bit, “us?” it sounded more like a question.
you nodded, knowing this moment was going to come. this was the part where tom was going to tell you that he’s moved on and you needed to act more professional around him.
while you were in your own thoughts, you didn’t anticipate tom’s actions.
how he was trying so hard not to ask if you didn’t miss him. how he wanted to just go and hug you because he missed you. how he wanted to make you take him back because he’s still crying at night, asking himself:
‘where did everything go wrong?’
he pulled out the milk carton and started brewing you coffee.
“what about us?” you carefully asked, the atmosphere was felt serious.
tom was focused on the coffee machine, so you closed your eyes to prepare for his next words.
let’s act more profess-
“i miss you.”
your eyes opened wide. however, tom didn’t look at you because he was scared of rejection.
“what?” you croaked out, was this really happening?
“i said, i miss you.” tom finally looked up to see your reaction.
your mouth was wide open, obviously not expecting him to say that.
“but you broke up with me.” you recalled.
“you couldn’t make time for us, you were the one missing our dates,” you stood up from the chair, “you were the one who missed our anniversary.”
tom let out a sigh, both of you knew it wasn’t just his fault that you broke up. you, too, were stubborn enough to not try to fix things. the breakup was both your faults.
“i know, and i’m sorry that i didn’t try harder. but i said what i meant, i do miss you.”
you calmed down a little, taking a breath. just earlier, tom looked like he’s moved on and not to mention that he hasn’t contacted you since your breakup.
“why are you telling me this now?”
the coffee was almost done, so tom began to pour it into a tall glass cup.
he shrugged, not looking at you, “i was scared that you’ve moved on. also, i was the one who broke up with you, so why would you hear me out then?”
he had a point, he knew you would have ignored him then. but now you were better, being able to stand in the same room as him without breaking down.
there was a long silence, the only sound being made was tom pouring milk into your coffee. he finished and placed the glass in front of you, before looking up to meet your eyes.
he was waiting for your answer.
“i,” a phone rang and tom cursed under his breath, the call ruining this moment.
“go answer it, i’ll be in the living room.”
you picked up your glass and walked out of the kitchen to the living room couch, while tom picked up his call.
you were distracted when tessa walked over to you.
you placed the glass down on the table after taking a few sips, picking up tessa instead.
“hey tessa, your dad said he misses me.” tessa sticked her tongue out, not understanding anything but still happy that you were back here.
“i miss him too, but i’m scared. what if he breaks up with me again? i felt so much pain after he broke up with me,” you chuckled, pitying yourself.
“then we don’t breakup again.”
you let tessa down to the ground and stared at tom.
“i said i miss you, and i’ve realized that i love you.” tom started to approach you from the hallway.
“(y/n), i promise i won’t hurt you again. i want to get back together. i know i didn’t say this but breaking up with you was the biggest mistake i’ve ever made in my entire life. i didn’t realize it until you left me that day.”
you felt tears falling down your cheeks and tom wiped them with his thumb.
“please,” he stared at you nervously, “take me back?” he let out a small smile, hurting inside that you were crying.
“if you hurt me again, i’m going to adopt tessa.”
tom let out a laugh before hugging you tightly, “so, that’s a yes?”
“yes.” you mumbled while he pulled away slightly.
“thank you, (y/n). you’re making me the happiest man alive right now.” he picked you up and you let out a squeal.
“you’re officially my girlfriend again.”
“no, you didn’t even ask me!” you argued, while going over to pick up your coffee.
tom watched you take a sip. “fine.” he huffed like a child.
“(y/n) (y/l/n), will you be my girlfriend?” tom stood in front of you with puppy eyes and tessa stood next to him.
you laughed, the two of them looking so adorable.
“yes, now let me play with tessa.”
“no! tessa, stop taking my girlfriend’s attention.”
you rolled your eyes with a smile, watching him pick up tessa to keep her away from you.
he stopped and turned to you. “yeah?”
“i love you.”
tom genuinely smiled after six months, “i love you too.”
extra (a little after the script reading ended)
“paul! i need you to change my house password,” tom checked the time on his phone. “(y/n)’s going over soon, please.”
paul was feeding tessa when tom frantically called him.
“why? isn’t it the date that you started dating (y/n)?”
tom slapped his hand on his forehead, “that’s exactly why i need to change it! how will she react when she realizes that i never changed the password for my house from the date that we started dating, when we’ve been broken up for six months!”
paul laughed at tom from the other line, “fine, what do you want me to put it as?”
“put it as the code i just texted you. oh, and i forgot to thank you for leaving the script in (y/n)’s room. i saw her reading right before we started.”
“it’s no problem tom. call me if you need anything else.”
“thanks again, paul.”
after hearing the call end, paul looked at tessa.
“he’s never stopped loving her, huh?”
tessa barked in agreement.
written on october 22, 2021
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this is me requesting for the first time but maybe going like to a haunted house with peter like wearing a couples costume but none of you have confessed and it leads to a confession<3 i hope this made sense 😭
warnings: swearing, a little suggestiveness, and a lot of outer banks references
a/n: hehe i’m super happy with how this came out and i hope you are too!! i know i’m taking forever to get through these requests but i promise i’m working on them y’all please enjoy this one in the meantime <3
“guys, i’m fucking freezing out here,” you whine, teeth chattering and arms crossed over your chest. “i wonder why,” mj deadpans in reference to your costume.
your friend group decided to be the pogues for halloween this year, and you’re sarah cameron. in hindsight, a sleeveless crop top and skinny jeans weren’t the best choice coverage-wise.
you rub your exposed arms as you wait on line for the haunted house mj dragged everyone to. she refused to dress up unless you all did something she wanted in return, so here you are.
“you know what they say, em. go big or go home,” you defend. mj smugly adjusts the collar of her graphic tee — she’s supposed to be pope. “well, i’ll go home then. i don’t stick to the status quo.”
she saunters over to ned, currently jj, which gives peter the opportunity to steal her spot.
he comes up behind you with a squeeze at your shoulders to announce his presence. his warm palms feel nice against your cold skin, really nice.
“woah, you are freezing,” he confirms, thumbs running across your shoulder blades. “i could help with that.”
peter is grinning one of his toothy grins when you look at him, and you instantly grin back.
“please,” you laugh out and turn around to face him. “you wouldn’t mind, though?” still smiling, peter shakes his head.
he winds his arms comfortably around your waist, stepping towards you.
“as your john b, not one bit. not as your peter, either.”
did he just call himself yours?
you hum and tug on the bandana tied around peter’s neck. he draws you in so you’re chest to chest, only his is bare. how he manages to stay so toasty while wearing less than you is a mystery.
your hands innocently slide under his barely buttoned floral top. he shivers under your touch, chuckling softly.
“damn. i’m, like, elsa or some shit if i can ice you out,” you joke, pressing your hands flat against his stomach.
peter’s abs clench, and his cheeks turn so rosy that you notice even on the darkly lit street.
“no, no. you’re fine. we just…” he clears his throat, another smile painting his lips. “we’ve never been this close before.”
he’s right. you might cuddle during movie nights or hug when you’ve had bad days, but that doesn’t exactly compare to being flush against each other’s half naked bodies.
just friends is starting to feel a lot like more than friends.
“we’re next, mr and mrs,” ned informs you and peter, gesturing for you to move up in line. “huh?” peter splutters at the same time you choke out a, “what?“
“it’s almost our turn to go in,” ned reiterates obliviously.
because that’s definitely the part you were freaking about.
mj smirks and nudges you both forward, since you’re currently stuck in place. “mr and mrs, as in routledge,” she clarifies on ned’s behalf.
right, your costumes. john b. routledge and sarah cameron.
“totally,” peter scratches the back of his neck. “makes sense,” you quietly agree.
you and peter begin leading the way to the entrance of the haunted house. you’re already missing his warmth, despite the fact that you’ve barely been without it.
“two at a time,” a worker tells you as you reach the entrance. you sneak a glance at peter, who’s already gazing at you.
“uh, we have to split up,” peter relays to ned and mj. “what do you wanna do?” he’s asking everyone, although his eyes are locked with yours. you suck in a breath and boldly link your arm through his. “come with me.”
mj snickers at the exchange, doing the same to ned to mimic you.
“i guess this is fitting. we are jj and pope,” she remarks. “let’s go, leeds.” she nods at you and peter as she passes by you two to head inside, ned wiggling his eyebrows. “catch you on the flip.”
that leaves you and peter alone, and touching, and ready to admit what you haven’t had the courage to until now. the two of you walk off to the side so you can chat freely.
“why me?” peter wonders after a moment. “because you’ll keep me safe from whatever the hell is in there,” you explain lightheartedly, then add on a serious note, “you’re a protector, pete. it’s one of the many things i like about you.”
peter’s hand finds yours and tangles your fingers together, urging you to continue.
“i like everything about you, actually,” you murmur, peter holding your intertwined hands over his heart. “i could say the same, y/n,” he speaks lowly.
you giggle and crane your neck up to him, nudging your nose against his. peter’s other hand cups your cheek gingerly, his eyes practically twinkling.
ned’s shrieking from inside the haunted house interrupts the moment, you and peter bursting into a fit of laughter nevertheless. that’s your cue.
“shall we, mr. routledge?” you prompt peter. he caresses your cheek with a bite of his lip, attempting to suppress yet another smile. “we shall, mrs. routledge.”
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Hi, could you do one where Peter asks reader to peg him for the first time? x
Didn’t peg you for that kind of person, Parker
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content!!! anal (male receiving), pegging, shy!peter, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk (is this even a warning?), Peter calls reader ma’am, but it’s more of a teasing way, not a kink, not proofread :)
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: PLEASE ENJOY MY HORRIBLE PUN WITH THE TITLE!!!!!
“Well I don’t know what it is!”
“I don’t know either! Why don’t you know!?”
“Kid, I’m from the 40’s. We didn’t do that stuff back then! Well I didn’t at least.”
“Well if you don’t know what it is, why should I?!?”
The first thing you see when you walk into the kitchen at 7 in the morning is Bucky and Peter sitting at the table, leaning over it to whisper-yell at each other.
“What the hell are you two talking about so early in the morning?” you say, setting your already almost empty coffee cup on the counter.
“Peter wants you to peg-ow-nothing!” Peter hits Bucky with his elbow before he can finish his sentence.
You narrow your eyes, a few suspicions about what Bucky was trying to say, but decided against asking Peter.
“Alright…” you slide in the seat next to Peter and kiss his cheek, “Morning, Pete”
“Good morning, love” he says, kissing you back.
While taking a sip of your coffee, you can see over the rim of the cup, Peter and Bucky exchanging angry glances.
A few days later, Peter finally came clean about what he meant.
You’re sitting on his lap, both of you in just your underwear, kissing him while grinding down on him. You’re swallowing his moans and whimpers while he digs his hands into your hips, moving you harder against his growing bulge.
“Um, Y/n…” he separates his lips from yours, and you lean down to kiss his neck.
“Um…w-what’s peg…never mind.” You stop kissing his neck, and lean back to look him in the eyes.
“Pete, you can ask me anything”
“Ok..” he takes a deep breath, “What’s pegging?”
Oh. Oh! This is what he and Bucky were talking about that one morning.
“Pegging is when a woman fucks a guy in their butt with a strap-on. It’s anal, but for guys. Why do you ask? Do you want me to peg you?”
“Maybe?” you give him a look.
“Pete…” you teasingly warn him.
He looks down, cheeks very red, “Yes, I want you to peg me.”
“Ok. If you want, this weekend we can go buy the stuff we need.”
“Really?!” he very visibly perked up, a huge smile on his face.
Laughing, you kiss his adorable nose, “Yes, of course! If you ever want to try something new with me, I’m open to hear anything. Now, I believe we were in the middle of something…”
You slowly lean in to hiss him, while he does the same, before he flips you over on your back, and begins kissing down your neck, pausing to lightly suck on your right nipple, before kissing down your stomach and pausing at the top of your waistband.
You nod, and see his puppy-dog eyes light up as he pulls your panties down your legs. “Holy shit,” he breathes out, “You’re so wet.”
You spread your legs further apart, teasing him. “What are you gonna do to me Parker?”
“T-taste you. I want to taste you so bad!”
Your boyfriend, always the giver.
As soon as you nod your head, he dives straight into your cunt, eating you out like a mad man. He expertly circles your entrance with his tongue, before diving in completely. His nose bumps into you clit every few seconds, providing the perfect stimulation.
When he adds a finger, and quickly a second one, you loose your shit, and tug his hair, causing him to moan loudly and begin to rut his clothed cock against your bed. He looses his rhythm, but quickly recuperates, and adds a third finger inside you.
What finally finishes you off is him harshly sucking on your clit, and pumping three fingers in and out of you. You cum all over his face, and pull his hair even harder. He lets out a very loud moan, and cums in his underwear.
A few seconds later, still sensitive and tired from his unexpected orgasm, he groans a bit while climbing up your body to kiss you. He moans into the kiss when your tongue dominates his, tasting yourself in his mouth.
“I will never get tired of hearing you finish,” he says, out of breath.
He collapses on top of you, nuzzling his head into your tits. But you’re not done with him yet. You gently push him off you, laughing when he pouts. His pout quickly turns into a smile when you loosely straddle his hips.
“I don’t remember saying you could cum.” you lean over him, almost kissing him, but pause when you feel something against you hip.
This fucking boy. He’s already hard again.
You laugh lightly and lean down to kiss him, “How the hell are you already hard?”
“Cause my super hot girlfriend is naked on top of me,” he’s giggling a bit, holding your face close to his, so he can press light kisses all over.
“Pete, life your arms,” you reach over into your bedside table, and pull out a pair of handcuffs.
“Yes ma’am,” he teases.
You click the handcuffs into place, and lean down to kiss him again.
“Good boy,” you whisper in his ear.
A week later, all the items had been purchased, and you and Peter finally had three days to spend together.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this past week has been a fucking nightmare,” you say, flopping down on your bed.
Peter is sitting on your bed, doing something on his phone. He looks up at you, smiling a bit.
“At least we helped people,” he leans down to kiss you.
“Yeah, I guess. Alright, I’m gonna go change,” you grab your pyjamas, and head towards the bathroom, but not before swiftly kissing his lips and messing his hair up.
Peter huffs slightly, but smiles as he fixes his hair. He looks bad down to his phone, pleased with his work. On his screen is an entire sex playlist he’s dying to play for you.
He gets distracted by the sight of you walking back into the room, now changed into short shorts and your bra. Fuck. He’s already hard. You lean down to get something out of your bottom drawer, allowing Peter to have a perfect view of your ass.
“You know…” he says, throwing his phone on your bed, and walking up behind you, “we haven’t had some time together in over a week. What if we..you…fucked me?” he pulls your hips up so you’re standing up, and turns you towards him.
“Mmmm ok, you’ve convinced me,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, and kiss him gently.
“Why don’t you strip, and wait for me on the bed like a good boy?” You start to take off your clothes, preparing to put on the harness.
“Yes ma’am,” he immediately takes his clothes off, leaving him in only his boxers, seeing as he got too distracted to continue.
Excuse him for being distracted, but the sight of his girlfriend naked, putting on the harness got him a little excited.
“Peter, as much as I love seeing you in your boxers, and believe me, I do, I asked you to strip,” you remind him.
“Oh! Yeah!” he turns around, pulling down his boxers, and reaching down to fully take them off, giving you the perfect view of his ass. Well if that didn’t excite you, nothing will.
He jumps on the bad, and lies down, naked and desperate for you, red cock leaking onto his stomach.
“Ok, are you sure you’re ready?” You’re straddling his hips, gently holding his face so he looks at you.
“Mhmm! Please? I want you to fuck me so bad!”
“Ok, I’m just making sure baby,” you kiss his nose. “Push you legs up, like you’re sitting.
You get off him for a quick second, to grab lube. You squirt a small amount onto your strap, and show it to him.
You add more lube, “Ok, how about now?” You get a nod of approval.
You coat the tip of your strap with the lube, positioning yourself to line your strap up with his hole.
You push into him slightly, waiting for him to give the all clear for you to continue. He gives you a thumbs up, and you slowly inch yourself in, until you’re all the way in.
Only then does Peter let out the loudest, more pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. You feel some slick run down your inner thighs. Slowly, you start the thrust in and out of him, earning you more moans.
“Oh wait wait wait!” he says, gently pushing you out of him, “Ohhh fuck…” he moans at the feeling of you leaving him.
He pats around on the bedsheets, until he finds what he was looking for: his phone.
“I made a playlist!” he looks positively giddy.
“A sex playlist?”
“Mhm. There are some good songs on here, so no judging Y/n.”
“I wasn’t going to judge,” you kiss his cheek.
He starts the playlist, and lies back down, doing grabby motions with his hands, silently telling you to resume fucking his ass.
Rolling your eyes, you squirt a bit more lube on your strap, and hold his hips so you can push yourself in, and gently thrust.
Peter grips your hips, pulling you closer every time you thrust into him, deepening your thrusts every time.
“Fuck, Y/n, I’m so close, please?” he has no idea what he’s begging for, but he’s glad he did, because you speed up, and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Are you ok? Not in pain or anything?”
“Fuuuckkk, I’m fine Y/n, I promise,” he moans out, stroking the outside of your thigh reassuringly.
You lean down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth when suddenly his hand moves from the outside of your thigh, to the inside, tearing your slit with his forefinger, his thumb ghosting over your clit.
“Fucking hell Peter,” you moan out.
He smirks, thrilled to see your tough exterior break down. You compose yourself quickly, and wrap your hand around his very erect cock, stroking him slowly. Beads of precum run down his cock, landing on your hand.
Keeping eye contact with him, you bring your precum stained hand up to your mouth, and suck the cum off your fingers, before bringing your saliva-coated fingers down to your cunt, moving his hand aside, and pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping heat.
He whines beneath you, more than a bit upset that he’s not the one touching you. You remove your fingers from your cunt, brining them up to his lips. He greedily accepts them into his mouth, sucking them until they’re clean.
“Y/n, I don’t think I can last much longer,” his words are slightly muffled by your fingers in his mouth.
“Me neither Pete,” you bring your fingers down to your core again, circling your entrance, teasing yourself.
“Please Y/n, let me touch you, please,” he whimpers.
“Of course baby,” you push his legs higher up, changing to angle in which you thrust into him, increasing his pleasure. His hand shakes with pleasure as it approaches your dripping cunt, that somehow smeared slick all over his upper thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moans out.
“All for you, Parker.”
“Are you close?” he feels a hand wrap around his cock again, pumping him faster than before.
All you can do is moan out a quick “yes!” as he thrusts two fingers in and out of you, and rubs small, hard circles onto your clit.
You pump his cock with a rythme that goes along with your thrusts, providing Peter the perfect stimulation.
He’s so desperate to be good, and to make you cum before he does, but the feeling of the strap on in his ass, your hand around his cock, and the sight of you falling apart above him pushes him over the edge, making him cum all over his stomach, and your entire chest.
You continue to pump him and thrust into him while he comes down from his high. Still slightly hazy from his orgasm he has yet to come down from, he tries so hard to continue fingering you to make you finish.
You push his hands away, push two fingers inside you, and within two pumps, you’re cumming all over his chest.
The two of you catch your breath, and you look down at the boy splayed out underneath you, chest heaving from what was undoubtedly the best orgasm of his life.
Slowly, you pull out of him, earning you a soft wince on his part. You stroke his outer thigh, much like he did, to help him through the feeling.
“Fuck, you did amazing baby,” he preens at your praise.
You stand up on very wobbly legs and go to get some towels to clean up the mess on both your chests.
He whines for you to come back to bed, but you need to clean the toy first, and head to the bathroom.
Still naked, you stand in front of the sink, cleaning the toy. You hear quiet footsteps behind you, and feel a warm body press up against you.
“Hi,” Peter timidly whispers in your ear, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
“Hi sweets,” you look into the mirror in front of you, smiling at his face in it.
“I’m tired, love,” he says, yawning a bit.
“Me too. Give me a minute, I’ll dry this, and then we can go to bed, alright?” you turn around to face the still slightly out of breath boy.
“Ok!” he presses kisses to your forehead, nose, chin, and cheeks, before you stop him, laughing, telling him to go to bed.
Laughing, he leaves the bathroom, but not before you lightly slap his ass as he walks away.
“Put some damn pants on, Parker!”
“Fine!” he bends over to pick up the boxers on the floor, sliding them on. You hear the music shut off. Shit, you had completely forgotten that it was even playing.
After drying the toy, you exit the bathroom, and find Peter wrapped up in the blankets, waiting for you to join him.
You pick up the discarded panties on the floor, and find the shirt he wore earlier, slipping them on, and sliding into bed beside him.
You turn to rest your face on his chest, and wrap your arms around him, while he strokes your shoulders, immediately making you sleepy.
“How was that? Was that ok? Do you wan to do it again?”
You know you’re being repetitive, asking all these questions, but you just want to make sure that no matter what you’re doing, Peter is ok, and comfortable with what’s happening.
“That was…amazing! Holy shit, best orgasm of my life!” he breathes out, making you laugh.
“Would you ever want to do it again?”
“Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes! Is it possible to get a bigger strap though?”
“Mhm, of course,” you nuzzle your face into his chest a bit more, your exhaustion getting the best of you.
“I love you Y/n,” he kisses the top of your head lightly.
“I love you too, Peter.”
To the person who requested this: I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you wanted. If you want, I can redo it :)
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The Multiverse of Thieves | p.p.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: you and Peter are going undercover during a mission. Everything is going well, until you get through a Portal by chance and meet another version of Peter.
Warnings: spoilers from the Uncharted trailer, established relationship, comedy, plot twist
A/N: blame this on the Uncharted trailer. That’s all. Hope that you like it. Let me know if you want a part 2! Enjoy 🌙
“I don’t understand why I have to be the FBI agent. I just… I don’t like this suit, it makes me uncomfortable,” Peter whined in the headset.
“Peter, you literally wear the Spider-Man suit all the time. Why does this normal black suit bothers you?” You ask him annoyed across the room.
“I don’t know… it’s black and it’s so hot in here, I hate it”.
You roll your eyes.
“Well, don’t think about it. We’re undercover. Don’t make this mission blow up again or Cap will kill us, this time,” you warn him.
“You didn’t have to clean up all of the Avengers’ Tower, though,” he replies, looking around for the target.
“Because I didn’t blow up the mission, you did! But still, Cap scolded me too. I don’t like being scolded,” you pout, lowering your voice while you’re saying the last sentence.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Hey, that’s him!”
You run, moving around the room silently as Nat taught you. You have to catch the guy before it’s too late, then you will just have to wait for Cap and the others outside. Tonight, a romantic dinner with Peter is waiting for you at your favorite New York restaurant. After weeks, the two of you will finally have a night to spend with each other without spy issues, Avengers problems or aliens trouble.
That’s what you think, before you jump onto him. You arrest the guy, handcuffing him. Peter is right behind you and he’s wearing his suit again. You hear him screaming your name, but you don’t really understand why. That’s when an incredible amount of light eats you alive.
You wake up, sweat cold running down your spine. This is not your room at the Avengers Tower. It seems so strange. It’s not a hospital room either, fortunately. Some clothes are discarded on a chair, while the desk is full of maps. You look around, but you don’t see anything that could remind you of Peter or the Avengers. Maybe the guy kidnapped you, but you don’t even remember anything about falling asleep or being taken away. But the light… Loki told about the existence of Portals, but you had never crossed one. Until now.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Somebody says, looking at you with a brief smile on their face.
You turned to look at him.
“Woah!” You exclaimed, almost screaming. That guy looked exactly like Peter.
“Hey, in my defense, I found you in my bed this morning. I wasn’t drunk last night, so I don’t really understand how a stranger was in my bed. I mean, I’m not complaining, but… who are you? And how did you enter in my apartment?” He asks.
“Look Peter, maybe I traveled in time and in this future you don’t know me anymore, but I’m Y/N. We dated some time ago,” you say. “But you don’t really seem very older, though”.
“Thanks, I guess. I don’t know what you’re talking about, because I didn’t meet a Y/N in my life. Until now, of course. But please, enlighten me on something: who’s Peter?” He asks you, confused.
You furrow your brows.
“What do you mean? What’s your name?”
His smile widens, while he offers you his hand.
“I’m Nathan. Nathan Drake. Nice to meet you”.
This time, Cap is definitely gonna kill you.
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Summer of Love Masterlist
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Hey guys! I had so much fun doing the summer of love that I think I want to make it a yearly event! Because of this I’ve decided to make the event it’s own masterlist! Of course the fics will still be listed on my regular masterlist too, but this is a special section for anyone who wants to read through them all or is just trying to get into a summer or mood or whatever really. Idk I just wanted to make it so here it is. Love you guys so much! Thank you for all the support with this event, love you xx
🖤 = angst
💖 = fluff
✨ = Summer 2021
Making it Worse 💖✨ - (rich kid au!)
The AC goes out, Tom thinks he can fix it himself
Let’s Give It a Shot 💖🖤✨ - (lifeguard au!)
Tom show’s you exactly why you love him so much
Penguins and Popsicles 💖✨
You and Tom spend the day at the fair
Twister with a Twist 💖✨
Tom wants to play Twister, but he doesn't play fair
Drive Thru Wedding 💖🖤✨
You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend
On the Run 💖✨ - (college au!)
You and Peter run from the cops
Trouble Tanning 💖✨ - (college au!)
You’re trying to tan, Peter can’t keep his hands to himself
Extra Crispy 💖✨ - (camp counselor au!)
Peter takes care of your sunburn
Water Balloon War 💖✨ - (camp counselor au!)
You and Arvin prepping for the camp water balloon fight
Pool Games 💖✨
You and Harrison have fun at the pool together
Message in a Bottle 💖✨ - (summer school au!)
You tutor Harrison
Come and Get Me 💖✨
You make Harrison put in a little work for his birthday present
Not Going Anywhere 💖🖤✨- (surfer au!)
Harrison gets a little jealous of your new friend
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any peter cuddle and comfort fics?
hey! here's some for you x
Bad Day Cuddles - @77marvelimagines
Winter Snuggling - @marvelsuperfangirl
Cuddle Buddies - @duskholland
Love (Sweet Love) - @spideymix
Sweet & Sour - @gaymysterio
Here For You - @softspideys
Cupcakes - @peterbenjiparker
Kiss Me More - @celestialholland
Cuddles & Pick-up Lines - @shitty-marvel-fan732
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Dark Steve x Reader 18+
“I really don’t think he’s in here.”I whispered into my ear piece as my peaked my head around the corner my eyes scanning around the empty hydra base.”He has to be in there this is the last place his tracker pinged from.”Natasha replied causing me to roll my eyes.”I’ll keep looking.”I told her as I ended the communication session my eyes landing on a door at the end of the dark hallway ahead of me.”Steve come on we all know this isn’t how you want this to go down.”I said with each step as I approached the door my hand grasping for the cold metal handle.”You think you know everything about me huh?”A voice said over the intercom marking me freeze as I slowly turned around looking behind me.”Steve give up.”I told him as I saw a dark shadow move silently down the hall making it’s way closer to me until I could see his face.Steve tilted his head to the side as blood dripped down his face.”Your bleeding Steve let me help you.”I offered as I subconsciously checked to make sure my gun was still on my hip.”It’s not my blood.”He said coldly a smirk creeping up onto his lips as si fought the chills that were trying to crawl up my spine.”Let me help you Loki has you under mind control.”I pleaded as he stepped closer to me his eyes looking down at me as his hand gripped my arm tightly causing me to pull my gun out only to have him slam his fist against my face.”Don’t even try it bitch we both know you wouldn’t have the heart to pull the trigger on me.”He snarled as he grabbed my waist making me fight against him as he slammed me against a neat by wall knocking me unconscious.
When I opened my eyes I was in the room at the end of the hallway.I watched silently as Steve stepped threw the door closing it behind himself causing the metal door making a loud thud as it closed sending an echo threw the base.”I knew you would come looking for me.”Steve said as he sat infront of me while I fought against the rope that tied me to the metal chair. His hands gently ran across my chin as he leaned closer to me.”I want to help you Steve.” I told him as he wiped some of the blood off of his face using the back of his hand. “You will help me don’t you worry baby girl.”He said as he crouched infront of me.”I need you to get me into the Avenger tower I need Loki’s staff.”He said while grinning.”Never.”I replied causing him to raise his hand hitting me across the face as I yelped.”Don’t be stupid we both know you’ll do as I say because that’s all your good for isn’t it princess”He said to me as he leaned down pressing his lips against mine in a possessive kiss his tongue pushing against my lips causing me to moan softly.”You’ll do as I say won’t you.”He said breaking the kiss as he towered over me.”Yes.”I said as he grabbed my neck tightly making me gasp.”Yes sir.”I said correcting myself warm tears pricking the corner of my eyes.”Good girl you always listen so well.”He cooed softly as he released me from his grasp.His hands ripping the rope from my wrist letting me fall to the ground with a whimper. “I can’t have you going rouge on our mission maybe I should remind you who owns you.”He growled kneeling next to me setting his hand on my thigh.”Steve please.”I begged as he slowly moved his hand up to my clothes core. “You soaked your uniform I can feel how wet your pussy is threw your gear princess.”He chuckled leaning down to kiss me as his hand slipped into my pants.”Who do you belong to slut.”He growled as he pushed his fingers into me making me moan.”You sir all you only you.”I cried out as he started kissing my neck.I started to pant as he unzipped my uniform exposing my nipples to the cold air.”Please Steve.”I begged again as he leaned now slowly licking and biting my nipples causing me to gasps in pain his fingers curving inside of me with ever thrust.”You gonna cum like a good girl.”He asked me as my body shuddered.He chuckled licking his fingers clean”Good girl you follow orders so well.”He cooed as he grabbed my face making me look him in the eyes.”Open your mouth.”He growled making me open my mouth quickly for him I moaned as he leaned over spitting into my mouth with a smirk. I watched as he stood up slowly making his way to the door.”Don’t worry doll I’ll be back for you.”He said as he made his way into the hall way locking the door on his way out.
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I made a thing...
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Tony finds Peter’s box of condoms and confronts you
“Do either of you want to explain this?”
To punctuate his sentence, Tony slammed a small box of condoms down on the table in front of you. You immediately recognized the packaging and looked at Peter in fear. Peter looked just as scared, but gave your knee a squeeze to assure you that he had it handled.
“Um,” he gulped, “it’s a box of-“
“I know what it’s a box of.” Tony cut him off. “Actually, I knew what it used to be a box of. But for some reason…”
Tony dumped the box over and all but two condoms fell out. Your eyes somehow went even wider as the situation somehow got even worse. You knew it couldn’t be a good thing when Tony called you and Peter into the living room, you just never imagined it would be this bad.
“It’s empty.” He continued. “Can either of you heathens tell me why it’s empty?”
Peter turned bright red and looked at the ground, so you knew you had to step up. You looked between Tony and Peter before sheepishly raising your hand.
“Yes, Y/n?” Tony let out a long sigh.
“Because someone used all the-“
“I know why it’s empty!” He cut you off. “But who emptied it? Hm? Who’s been using these? Hm, Peter?”
You and Peter exchanged a look as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. You profusely shook your head and he nodded to show he understood.
“That’s not mine.” Peter weakly lifted a finger and pointed at the box.
“This isn’t yours?” Tony raised his eyebrow.
“I’m holding it for a friend?” Peter said, but it came out as more of a question.
“Oh, yeah?” Tony played along. “Which friend? Ned?”
“Yes.” You jumped in. “It’s Ned’s.”
“Okay.” Tony humored you. “And who is Ned having sex with?”
“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “More like who isn’t Ned having sex with?”
“Classic Ned.” You agreed.
“Oh really? So if I called his mother-“
“Don’t do that!” Peter panicked.
“Why not? She should know if her son is sexually active.”
“Fine. It’s not Ned’s.” Peter admitted. “It’s mine.”
“So you’ve been having sex?” Tony folded his arms and gave Peter a stern look. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head as he tried to think of something to say.
You, on the other hand, were not much help.
“You’ve been having sex?” You gasped over dramatically and looked at Peter. Peter glared at you, completely unamused, so you looked away.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.
Tony impatiently tapped his foot as he shifted his angry gaze between you and Peter. Peter sighed and rubbed his face before looking up to face Tony.
“Yes, Mr. Stark.” He said finally. “I’ve- we’ve been having sex.”
“And you didn’t tell me? Neither of you told me?” Tony looked between the two of you with disappointment.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t hear us by now.” You tried to lighten the mood, but all you got were unamused glares from Peter and Tony.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled and looked away.
“I can’t believe this.” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re too young to be having sex. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, he knows what he’s doing.” You cheekily nudged Peter. Tony and Peter looked at you with wide eyes, letting you know you did not help the situation.
“I’m gonna shut up.” You announced.
“Good choice.” Tony agreed. “I’m calling your mother.”
“Please don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “She’ll sew my cervix shut with one of those sewing kits that you keep in an old tin cookie container.”
“That was such a visual.” Peter cringed.
“Fine then.” Tony shrugged. “I’ll call your father.”
“Don’t do that. That’s even worse.” You panicked. “I know my dad and he will literally kill Peter. He’s one of those “anything you do to my daughter, I’ll do to you” type of dads.”
“Oh my God.” Peter looked at you in fear. “Anything I do to his daughter, he’s gonna do to me?”
“That’s what he always says.” You shrugged helplessly.
“So he’s gonna fuck me??” Peter’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Mr, Stark, you can’t tell him. Please. He’s so hairy and gross.”
“So true.” You nodded along as Peter freaked out.
“Y/n’s dad is not gonna- Jesus Christ.” Tony rubbed his temples and tried to stay calm. “See, this is why you two shouldn’t be having sex. You’re way too immature.”
“Am not.” You huffed.
“How did you even find those?” Peter realized. He had been so sure that two socks was enough to conceal them in his drawer.
“You left the wrappers in every bathroom in the house.” Tony said like it was obvious. “And you two are the only ones on floor three. So when I found a wrapper lying on my beautiful red carpet, I got a little suspicious.”
“Hey, at least you found condoms instead of a pregnancy test.” You smiled weakly. “You should be happy that we’re being safe.”
“I should be happy that the earths mightiest dumb asses are fornicating under my roof?” Tony challenged your.
“Fornicating?” You and Peter mumbled in unison.
“Having sex!” Tony yelled. “It means having sex! How are you doing the action without knowing the word?”
“Well who says fornication?” You scoffed. “This isn’t the the 1800s, Mr. Stark. You knew Peter and I have been together for a long time. We’re having sex and being safe. It’s normal.”
“In no world is it normal for anybody to be having sex with Peter Parker.” Tony said as he picked up the box. “I’m confiscating these. No more sex for you two.”
“No more safe sex for us two.” You corrected. “If we have a boy, should we name him Tony?”
“Hilarious, honey. Are we gonna ignore what Mr. Stark just said about me?” Peter asked as he looked between the two of you.
“Fine.” Tony grumbled and handed you the box. “But think about what I said. If you’re gonna be having sex, please be mature about it. Respect each other bodies and feelings and boundaries and whatnot.”
“Psh. We are so mature.” You said as you took Peters hand and stood up. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some things to discuss.”
Peter let you drag him out of the room, still insulted from what Tony had said. Once you were out of earshot of Tony, you pulled Peter aside.
“Should we tell him what we really used the condoms for?” You whispered to Peter.
“No.” He whispered back. “It’s too embarrassing to tell him we were blowing them up and tying shrimp to them so they could float into the sky and then rain down onto unsuspecting pedestrians below. Let’s just let him think we’re having sex.”
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inspiration — tom holland
pairing: tom holland x (singer, female) reader
summary: your latest album hints to your fans about a lover
requested: no, send me tom holland requests!
note: acquaintances to lovers. this is kind of short.
“thank you, new york! tonight was my last concert for my debut album, and i’m going to miss touring like this.” you let out a breath, sweat already evident on your forehead from performing.
the crowd ‘awed’ and you were no longer bothered by the flashlights that they held to film you.
“don’t worry everyone, i’ll be back soon.” you winked to the crowd before bowing slightly, then walked off the stage while waving.
heading backstage, you couldn’t help but run to lay down on the couch in the green room. “tour is really over.” you said to yourself, not believing that the three month journey had ended.
“(y/n)! there you are!” you slightly lifted your head up to see who entered the room. it was katie, your manager.
she walked inside and handed you a water bottle, which you thankfully took to drink. katie still had a headset on her head, which she used to ‘answer business calls quickly’.
“great job out there, your tour is finally over! what do you plan on doing after this?”
you froze, putting the bottle down by your lap. you haven’t thought about that.
“maybe i’ll write another album.” you shrugged your shoulders. “i still need to find an inspiration. i want this next album to be meaningful.”
katie nodded slightly, then her phone received a call. she immediately answered, “hello? this is katie. who’s calling?”
katie covered her microphone and whispered to you, “i have the driver ready for you outside to head home.”
“thank you.” you answered while leaving the room for katie to take the important call. as you walked outside, katie’s words really hit you.
you needed to find an inspiration.
“and the award for this year’s ‘top new artist’ is, (y/n) (y/l/n)!”
you couldn’t believe what you just heard. you stood up, and taylor hugged you.
“(y/n)! congratulations. i knew you would win this!” taylor cheered on while pulling away from the hug, “now go and get that award!”
there were big cheers coming from behind you as you walked up the stairs.
“here you go.” the announcer handed over your trophy, and you couldn’t believe it.
the man handed you a microphone to say a small speech, so you accepted.
“hello.” the crowd had gone quiet and the focus was on you.
“i still cannot believe i’ve won this award. so thank you for giving this to me, billboard.” you chuckled and rose the trophy.
“i would love to thank my fans, especially the ones who were there since when i first started my career. i want to thank my parents, my manager katie, taylor, selena, and all my staff.”
you smiled, “mom, i made it!”
the crowd laughed and applauded so you headed backstage. you couldn’t believe all that hard work was paying off.
you were actually going to announce an award so you had to go backstage anyways.
a woman approached you, “(y/n), you can leave your trophy with me because you have to host an award in five minutes.”
you nodded and handed her the award, before following her to where the announcers walk out.
“your partner will be tom holland.” she quickly mentioned and your eyebrows rose.
“tom holland?” you repeated in question.
“that would be me.” a voice said. you looked next to you and saw tom holland—the tom holland— dressed in a black suit. he smiled at you and offered to shake hands.
“uh, hello. i’m (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n).” you introduced yourself while shaking his hand. as he let go, he chuckled.
“(y/n), do you think i don’t know you? you’re so famous! i’m actually a big fan of yours.” your eyes widened. tom holland is your fan?
“you’re lying. i’m your biggest fan. i went to the spider-man premiere and watched the movie so many times.”
tom smiled, the two of you standing in front of the door. he was technically your celebrity crush, but you couldn’t tell him that.
“are you going to the after-party? i would love to buy you a drink later.”
you slowly nodded your head, trying to hide the smile that was about to form, “yes, i am going. i’ll look for you there, then.”
right on time, the woman came back to tell the two of you that it was time to walk out.
“guess it’s show time. let’s go, darling.”
“(y/n)! welcome back to the tonight show starring jimmy fallon!” a round of applause came as you took a seat in the comfortable couch.
“thanks for having me, jimmy!” you straightened up and smiled.
“so (y/n), by the time this airs your new album is releasing. can you tell us anything about it?”
you carefully thought of what you should say to the public. there were definitely going to be headlines tomorrow.
“my new album is called ‘lover’, and it’s mostly about romance.”
jimmy kept reading off his cards, “interesting. your last album wasn’t about romance. is there a reason why you chose that topic?” he paused before reading, “maybe a lover?”
your lips formed a thin line, unsure of what to say.
“maybe? i would just like to say that i’ve found my inspiration for the album. but the lyrics are very meaningful for someone.”
jimmy’s eyebrows rose. “can i have a guess in your inspiration?”
the crowd grew loud, wanting to know who the rising pop star’s possible lover could be.
“jimmy! don’t expose me!” you whined, and jimmy just laughed.
“okay, because i love (y/n), i won’t be asking anymore. let’s move on,” the crowd booed jimmy and you knew that his producers would be mad at him later on. still, you thanked him silently for not pressing on the topic so you wouldn’t expose your relationship.
your lover was obviously tom—but the two of you didn’t want to go public yet.
you think tom didn’t mind being public or not, and you didn’t too. but it didn’t feel right to reveal your relationship without him.
jimmy continued the interview by asking more questions about your career.
“i better be mailed vip tickets to your next tour.”
“hey babe, what’s up?” you answered you phone while writing a new song. you finished the interview last night and headed straight to your studio because taylor wanted your opinion for her song.
“i was your inspiration for your album?”
you rolled your eyes playfully, “that’s why you called me? not because you wanted to hangout with your girlfriend?”
you were joking, and you could feel tom smiling from the other line.
“yes, you were my inspiration.” you checked the time and it was almost 1 in the afternoon.
“now please come visit me. i miss you.” you crossed out some parts of the lyrics that you didn’t like, and wrote an alternative.
“of course, darling. i’ll be at your studio in twenty. i love you.”
“i love you too, tom.”
written on october 22, 2021
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Rings, Rings, Rings -> Peter Parker
pairings: peter parker x reader
desc: in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected
warnings: swearing, the most nsfw thing i’ve done, sex mentions, hand kink, dirty talk, choking, ring kink(?), hint of dom!peter, nicknames of pure filth
a/n: this is filth. it’s not all the way smut but oh my god it’s pure filth. if there were any mind readers in sainsbury’s while i thought this up - sorry😋
It started with one. One metal band around Peter’s middle finger. You had loved it, even complimented him on it.
Never could you have expected a fucking ring to make you like this.
Your problem had began in first period, when Peter walked into math, his fingers lined with rings. You had noticed straight away, and when he sat down next to you, your mind was already a million miles away.
The only thought bouncing around in your mind was short, sweet and simple. Rings, rings, rings.
By the end of maths, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach dropping all the way down, giving you a familiar sensation in your abdomen.
You and Peter had been dating for the best part of two years, and yes - you had sex. Good sex, at that, although there was always a mutual feeling of wanting more, something beyond the reasonably vanilla sex.
Maybe this would be the kickstarter.
Now, it was last period, and you were surprised that you had made it through the day. It was English, and where you had normally been focused on the learning, your eyes were glued to Peter in front of you.
He was the row in front and one to the left, so his hands were in perfect view. Was it weird, to be so obsessed with your own boyfriend? No, you thought. He made you like this.
The whole day before, you had been quiet in conversations, although not quiet enough for Peter to be suspicious. MJ had noticed at lunch, clearly more observant than Peter, and she has teased you relentlessly.
But you didn’t care. He was hot.
You knew how wet you were - you could feel it every time you moved. It was unbearable, having to act completely fine all day when your mind was begging to be fucked. You prayed Peter couldn’t tell.
“Y/N?” Your English teacher, Mr. Robertson called.
“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up. “Yeah?”
“I asked you what you got for number seven?”
“Oh,” Looking at the board, you tried to work the answer out in your head. “Alliteration, right?”
Mr. Robertson nodded, “Pay more attention, please.”
“Yes, sir.” You shifted in your chair, accidentally rolling over that sweet spot.
You felt yourself get even wetter, while you hoped the bell would ring sooner. Eyes falling back onto Peter, you noticed the hair on his arms was standing up, and his eyes went vacant, staring at his work.
Fuck, you thought. He knows.
You reached to into your bag under the desk, shuffling things around until you felt the cool glass of your perfume bottle. Pulling it out, you took the cap off and sprayed it over yourself a few times, deliberately pointing some in Peter’s direction.
His spidey-sense normally came in handy, but right now all you wanted was to cover up your own hormones. He didn’t have to know, you said to yourself. It would be so embarrassing to explain - that you had been dumb all day over his hands, just from one simple change.
Eyeing the clock, you checked how long it was until the day would finally be over. Turns out it was only a few minutes - a few minutes until you could get home and get yourself under control-
Wait, you stopped mid-sentence. It was Thursday. That meant you weren’t going home. Thursdays meant May wasn’t home, so you always went to Peter’s for a movie night. Fuck.
“And on that note, pack up.” Mr. Robertson smiled, bringing you out of your thoughts.
Peter closed his jotter, turning around to face you. “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet today.”
“Yeah,” you tried to act normal. “Just trying to pick a movie to watch tonight. It’s my turn, right?”
He smiled. “Please don’t make me watch Love, Simon again. I love it- but I think I know it word for word at this point.”
Good, you thought. Maybe he hasn’t noticed. “Fine. Just because I love you.”
You shoved your jotter into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and saying goodbye to Mr. Robertson. Every step you took caused more friction between your legs, it was torture. There was no way you could act normally.
Thankfully, the walk from school to Peter’s place wasn’t too far, although he still lived with May and was in his last year of high school, you were glad that he was so close to you, all the time. It was nice to have him there.
Approaching his apartment building, the conversation was scarce - not awkward, though. Peter seemed to take your quietness as a hint, and you two walked in comfortable silence.
He held the door for you as you walked into the building, heading towards the stairs up to his floor. You could hear him behind you, rummaging around in his bag to find his keys.
When you got to his door, you turned, meeting his brown eyes - seeing something within them, something not too prominent, but there. It was new.
“So, you decided on a movie?” Peter asked, closing the door behind him. “And please don’t say 365 Days. May doesn’t need that on our Netflix history.”
You laughed, “Really? I was looking forward to watching that.”
He rolled his eyes, pulling his bag off of his shoulder. “No, baby. I will not watch glorified porn with you.”
“Damn,” you joked. “Guess I’ll have to settle for my second choice.”
Peter scoffed. “No. Absolutely not, princess. That’s not even on Netflix.”
You set your bag down next to his. “I’m kidding, babe. MJ was talking about this movie in science - it’s called Room. It sounds good.”
“As long as it’s not a weird mafia sex movie.” Peter mumbled.
“I doubt it would be,” You giggled.
He walked over to the living room TV, picking up the remote and turning it on before you spoke;
“I’m gonna get changed, can I borrow a hoodie? This shirt is too tight.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” He smiled. “By borrow, you mean keep, right?”
You fake scoffed. “Never!”
Peter smirked. “It’s good, baby. You look good in my clothes anyway. I’ll get the movie on.”
Smiling, you walked into his room, pulling your own shirt off - leaving you in your bra. You walked up to Peter’s closet, looking for a hoodie you saw him wear the other day.
You searched through the hangers, not finding a single hoodie. Weird, you thought. Maybe he moved them into the drawers.
Turning around, you jumped when you saw Peter almost right in front of you, just a few feet ahead.
“Christ, Pete. Almost had a heart attack.” You laughed.
“I wanted to ask you about something.” His tone was smooth, almost totally opposing the joking tone he had just a minute ago.
“Sure,” You smiled. “But can I have some clothes on when you ask?”
You began to walk past him to his drawers, but were surprised when his hand caught your arm before you could pass.
“Pete- Are you alright?” You could feel the rings pressing against your skin, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge turn on. You could feel the butterflies in your panties, which were already soaked from the day.
The hair on Peter’s arm stood up.
“That,” he looked at his arm. “Keeps happening.”
“Is someone in trouble, maybe?” You tried to play it off.
Peter laughed a little. “No, angel. No one’s in trouble.”
You nodded. “Then what is it?”
“Come on, pretty girl,” he drawled. “Let’s not play dumb.”
His hand moved up from your wrist, slowing tracing your arm, going all the way up until Peter’s hand reached your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, but kept his hand there, cupping your cheek.
“I could smell you, all day,” He smirked. “That’s why you kept spraying perfume, isn’t it? You knew that I’d smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”
Your breath hitched. Peter had never been like this before, never so outright. Hey, you didn’t dislike it.
“Tell me, baby,” he looked back into your eyes before he pulled his hand away, running it through his curls. “What’s got you so needy?”
The words wouldn’t come out. It was too embarrassing. What is he thought it was weird, what if it made him uncomfortable? Your mind raced.
“Baby,” His hand went to your chin, pulling it up so you’d look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”
You still couldn’t speak, but instead looked down to his other hand, Peter’s own gaze following. He laughed a little when it clicked.
“Oh,” he breathed, putting both hands next to each other. “my hands?”
“I know it’s dumb, I don’t know why I-”
Peter stopped you with just a look.
“No, it’s not,” smirking, he raised his right hand and placed it back on your cheek. “It’s not weird.”
He seemed to recognise that you wanted more, just didn’t want to say it, as he gave you a look as if you say ‘Go ahead, do whatever.’ Peter could tell you a lot through looks.
You took a breath, reaching up to the hand on your shoulder, lifting it off and moving it up, slowing placing it on your neck, using your own hand to wrap it around.
The cool metal was nice against your skin, and although Peter could already smell your hormones, you knew they would be kicking off even more now that you had everything you wanted - his hand wrapped around your neck.
You moved you’re eyes back up to him, expecting him to look confused or uncomfortable, but instead there was just a vacant look on his face, something you had never seen before.
For a moment you thought he hated it, Peter’s blank look making you expect the worst, so you pulled away a little, letting your hand drop from on top of his.
But he didn’t pull away.
His expression turned, going from blank to a small smirk, his eyes almost lighting up. “Oh,”
You swallowed. “Is this ok?”
Peter nodded quickly. “This is definitely ok.”
Smiling a little, you moved further into his grip, feeling the cool of his rings against your throat. You felt Peter tighten his grip slightly, which took you by surprise.
Letting out a small moan - much to Peter’s delight, you flushed red and looked into his eyes again.
He laughed a little, moving closer to you and running his other hand down your side.
“We’re gonna have so much fun with this, angel.”
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your mess | p.p
summary: peter got drunk at flash's party and you have to take care of him.
word count: 6.2k
warnings: talks of sex (like a lot, when I say a lot I mean a lot), smutty scenes, underage drinking, kisses get heated, peter almost mentally scars tony.
notes: it's an alternative version of my other fanfiction: drunk mess!! i won't be posting anything until next year (yeah, not even blurbs). so happy holidays and I'll come back with something I've been planning for a long time ;)
"Fucking hell." You groaned, your eyes fluttering open at the shrill ringing of your phone, pushing yourself up on your elbows as you turned to reach it.
Your fingers brushed against the cool surface of your night stand, an annoyed huff escaping your lips as you grab a hold of your phone, squinting at the sharp light of the bright screen.
You rolled your eyes as MJ's name flashed on the screen with a picture that you took of her when you went to Europe a few years ago. You quickly accepted the call, pressing the phone to your ear.
"What?" You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, annoyance seeping from your words as you pushed your back against the headboard, clutching the blankets close to your chest as a shiver shot up your spine.
“Hi Y/n—?” MJ called out, you winced, pushing the phone away from your ear. You could still clearly hear the howls, the loud music and the cheerful screams from the other side.“—yeah? Hello? Sorry, there is—fuck, you need to pick your mess up."
"You know, your boyfriend?" MJ said. You bit your bottom lip, a frown settling on your face. "I—yeah. He's drunk. Like drunk drunk."
"Peter is drunk?" Your eyes widened as the words left your mouth, still trying to process the information. You quickly pushed off your blankets, setting your feet down on the floor. You hissed at the cold touch of the marble floor as you switched on the light.
"Yeah, blame the college friends." MJ grumbled. "But that's not the point. You need to pick him up. I can't deal with him anymore."
"Aww, you are such a good friend." You muttered, rolling your eyes as your fingers gripped your hair roughly, trying to tame the mess.
"I love him, alright?" She retorted, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. "But I don't appreciate him trying to grope and kiss my boyfriend."
"Apparently," You heard Flash mumble from the other side, a cry of protest leaving MJ's lips which was drowned out by the noise. "He is very horny when he is drunk. MJ's words not mine."
"Yeah. I'll be there. Just–just keep him away from people." You reached for the handle of your closet, pulling out a jacket from the top rack. You bit your lip as you glanced down at yourself, regretting falling asleep in the dress you wore today. It was already cold enough. "Especially, like any girl or guy. Just–take care of him okay?"
"Yeah, don't worry." Flash reassured you. "Peter is doing that himself, he just shooed a girl away because she wasn't you."
"He shooed a girl away?"
MJ chuckled. "Yeah, he did, the look on her face was to fucking die for–wait, Peter, no—"
And she hung up.
"Fucking idiot." You muttered to yourself as you pocketed your car keys, putting on your shoes. "Just had to get his ass drunk, didn't he?" You shut your door behind yourself, zipping up your jacket as you crossed the distance between your room and the front door. "Asshole."
"It's late." You jerked your head around at your dad's voice. Your hand stilling on the doorknob. "Where to?"
You inhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over your face. "Going to pick Peter up from a party."
"He's at a party?" He glanced at his watch. "It's late–you didn't go?"
"No," you shook your head, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the skirt of your dress, "wasn't in the mood. but, he got drunk so I have to pick him up now–isn't it impossible for him to get drunk or something?"
"Well," Tony shrugged. "Not impossible, not if he had a lot to drink."
"I am going to kill him." You replied flatly, opening the door.
"Easy there," He chuckled, holding up his hand. "Don't yell at the poor kid when he's drunk."
"I am not going to do that. I'll just text May after I get him home."
"That's evil." He gasped.
"Yep," You let out a dry laugh. "I'll go pick him up."
Tony nodded. "Yeah, I want to see him. You've been hoarding all of my Peter time."
"Your Peter time?" You rolled your eyes at him. "He's my boyfriend, dad!"
Tony laughed, leaning against the wall. "Get the kid home."
Nodding your head, you made your way downstairs, getting into the car. You regretted not going along with him to Flash's party. He had insisted on you coming with him. He didn't want to go alone. And he couldn't not go because he promised Harry.
Still, you didn't think he'd get drunk. Not that you minded, you were just grateful that he had his friends there to take care of him. It might as well be a nice 'college experience' as your dad put it when you and Peter started college.
You've gotten drunk a lot while you were with him. And he was always the designated driver, he always stayed sober so he could take care of you which you appreciated. So, you were happy he was finally letting loose and having fun.
A part of you couldn't wait to see how he acted when he was drunk.
You pulled in the driveway of Flash's house. You locked the door, quickly making your way inside the house. Your heart thumped in your chest at the speed of light, the music pounding in your ears.
“Hey–" You glanced at MJ, your eyes growing wide at the sight. Her hair a mess, sticking to her face and neck, her mascara smeared near the edges of her eyes. You sighed, clutching your jacket tighter around yourself as she waved at you. "Hi!"
You pushed through the crowd, rolling your eyes as you bumped into sweaty bodies, mumbling a couple of 'sorry's and 'excuse me's as you walked over to MJ, her arm slung over the white railing of the stairs.
"Where is he–?" You eyed her, knitting your brows in confusion as she offered you a dazed smile, her fingers combing through her hair roughly. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." She laughed nervously, fixing her black jacket, crossing her arms over her chest as she shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
"You look like a mess." You replied flatly. "Anyway, where is he?"
"I may have...lost him."
"I am sorry, okay?" She held up her hand, wiping her smudged lipstick from her chin absent-mindedly. "I got busy."
"What the fuck were you doing–?"
"MJ!" Flash appeared, his hands clutching the railings on the top of the staircase. He eyed MJ with annoyance, cocking his brow at her as she shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Did you just have sex?" He gritted through his teeth, his face twisting with disgust. "In my room?"
MJ looked up, letting out an annoyed huff. "We were just—"
"Not even the guest room—"
"Harry was already in your room and–"
"Harry, you disgusting bitch." Flash took a deep breath, glancing at you but then turning his attention to MJ. "Fuck you, MJ. Where is he?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "He went to look for Peter."
"And, where is he?" You asked.
Flash looked down at you, letting go off the railing, his hand falling limp by his side. "I saw him near the kitchen, like, an hour ago."
"Yeah, go." MJ cracked a smile, glancing at the living room. "Make sure he isn't whoring around."
“God, MJ. Don’t say that about my boyfriend.”
You made it to the kitchen, shivering at the cool breeze as you glanced at the open glass doors, leading outside to the outdoor pool. You whipped your head around as you heard a loud cheer only to find a couple of people gathered near the kitchen. Peter was sitting on the stool, leaning back against the counter, two bottles of beer dangling from his hands.
"Yes, I can drink this–" he took a sip from the beer bottle, letting out a sigh as he pushed the empty bottle in Harry's hand who was standing beside him, "–and more." He nodded towards the other beer bottle.
Your breath got caught in your throat as a girl leaned towards him, her hair tickling his face as he tried to push it off.
"You know," She purred, pressing her hand on his shoulder. "You look really hot while—"
"No." Peter pushed off her hand, not ever bothering to look at her. He brushed off her hair from his shoulder. "Shoo."
Harry winced, covering his mouth to muffle his laughter as a guy leaned towards Peter, completely enamored by the bottle of beer.
"Man, you should be dead, or like, alcohol poisoning." He shook his head, adjusting his cap. "Or some shit like that. How are you doing that?"
"I just have a higher alcohol tolerance than most–" His eyes lit up as he caught your eyes, a smile spreading across his lips as he held up his hands, making a grabbing motion with his fingers. "Baby!"
You rolled your eyes, walking over to him as you shot Harry a glare. You quickly slipped off your jacket as you eyed his thin shirt, he wasn't even shivering but it was fucking cold.
"You shouldn't be drinking so much." You snatched the bottle from his hands, ignoring his cry of protest as you set the bottle down on the counter. You touched his cheek, pushing his curls back from his forehead. "God, you're cold. Where is your jacket–peter!"
You yelped as he pulled you down on his lap, leaning back on the stool as your hands came up to his chest, gripping his thin shirt as you peered up at him. His hand holding onto your waist, holding you close to him.
"You look so pretty." He whispered as his calloused fingers caressed your cheeks, your cheeks warming as he leaned closer, his curls falling on his forehead. "So pretty for me."
"Y-yeah." You pushed his hand off, glancing at Harry who wiggled his eyebrows, nodding at you. You rolled your eyes, clutching your jacket to your chest. "It's cold, Pete. Take my jacket—"
"Shots, guys." A girl walked in, several glasses of shots on a tray as she offered them.
She raised the tray towards you and you shook your head, offering her a polite smile and she shrugged, turning away.
"I'll take one." Peter said, taking the glass. Before you could protest he brought the glass to your lips and finished the liquid in a matter of seconds. The crowd cheered and you looked at your boyfriend, stunned.
“Are you okay?” You asked as you took the glass from him, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips. "You've never drunk so much before."
“I am fine, y/n." He giggled, his hand sliding up your bare thigh, making you shiver in his arms. He brought his lips to your ear, kissing your neck softly as his hand traveled up, touching your inner thigh. “I am having fun.”
“Peter.” You closed your legs, trapping his hand in between your thighs as you looked around, hoping that nobody noticed. But that would be impossible considering you're literally sitting in the middle of a small crowd. You quickly covered your lap with the jacket, shooting him a glare. "You're drunk."
“I am not." He mumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss on your neck as his hand jerked up. You hissed as his cold watch rubbed against your thigh.
“You're really drunk." You pointed out, nodding at the beer bottles and he breathed out a laugh.
"You know I can't get drunk–
“But you are–”
“If I was drunk would I be doing this?" He chuckled against your lips, pressing his fingers against the edges of your panties and you gasped, pulling his hand out.
"Not what I thought but that's exactly what you would do if you were drunk. Which you are." You said, interlocking your fingers together as he whined. "I've never seen you be this forward with me." You giggled. "What did you do to my shy peter?"
He hummed in response, kissing your cheek. "Let me touch you, baby."
"We're in public for fuck's sake."
"If you both are done fucking on the stool," a girl, the same girl who was flirting with peter appeared, rolling her eyes. "I need a drink, care to move aside?"
“Okay." You slipped off from his lap, taking his hand, helping him stand up as he let out an annoyed huff, glancing back at the beer bottles. "We’re going home now.”
He whined, tugging at your skirt.
“You are drunk, babe. I don’t want you to get sick." You rubbed circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. "Please?"
“Fine” He pouted, slipping on your jacket, hugging it close to him as he glanced back. “Bye, guys.”
You inhaled sharply, turning to Harry. "Flash is looking for you. It's late, are you going to stay?"
"Yeah, probably." He glanced at his watch. "I'll have to help Flash with cleaning up after it's all over."
"Don't worry about her, I'll drop her off soon." He said, nodding at Peter. "Get his ass home."
"He's a mess." You laughed, kissing his cheek.
"A horny mess." Harry chuckled.
"Your mess, though." Peter kissed your neck and you patted his head.
"Yeah, my mess."
"Cool, take him home, I guess." The girl from before shrugged, sipping on a solo cup as you rolled your eyes, smiling politely at her anyways.
"Yeah, I will." You said firmly, ignoring the pang of jealousy as her eyes raked over your boyfriend who was leaning on you, playing with your hair.
“Fuck, you look so cute when you are jealous.” He giggled, kissing the tip of your nose as you led him to the door.
“I am not jealous.” You grumbled as he stopped in his tracks, pulling you back into his chest, his arms circling around your waist.
He pushed you against the bathroom door, which was right under the staircase. His hands trailed down your arms, making you shudder as you screw your eyes shut. His feather light touch caused warmth to spread under your skin like a wildfire. You reluctantly let out a whimper as his hands pushed past the hem of your skirt, his fingers crawling up your thigh. "So desperate for me," he chuckled, breathing against your neck, making your skin tingle. "all for me, sweetheart?"
You pulled away, wide-eyed, your hands clasped his wrist. He knitted his brows, a frown settling on his face as you press his hand back to his side, shaking your head as you glanced at the door. "We need to go home."
"You're right." He surprisingly complied, licking his lips as he eyed the front door. "You can't give me a blowjob in Flash's dirty bathroom." He wrinkled his nose as he patted the door. "Ew, we can do it when we get home."
"I swear to fucking god." Flash called out, leaning over the railing. "If you have sex in my bathroom–"
"Blowjob." Peter corrected him.
You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, letting out a cry of protest as he licked your palm. You scrunched your face up in disgust as you wiped your hand on his jacket.
“Why are you complaining about me licking your hand?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, “I’ve literally licked your cunt.”
You gasped. “Peter-”
"Whatever filthy shit you're planning to do." He nearly shrieked, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you dead. Get your horny ass home."
"Right." You muttered, slipping your hand in his as you pulled him out of the house, leaning into him as you shivered in the coolness of the night.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck and you shrugged, kissing his temple.
"I am but–I can't have you get sick so you take the jacket, yeah?" You smiled at him, pulling him to your chest. "You're too annoying when you are sick." You teased, rubbing your arms with your warm hands.
"Am I troubling you?" He asked sincerely, his eyes wide and full of love as he stared down at you when you reached the car. "I am sorry, y/n/n. You didn't need to pick me up. I should be responsible–"
"You're no trouble." You smiled, zipping up his jacket up to his chin. "You're allowed to have fun sometimes. And it's my job to take care of you so shut up." You patted his cheek. "And let me take care of you, okay?"
"Fuck yeah." He breathed out a laugh as he leaned against the door of the car. "Now that we have a car–wanna fuck here?"
You groaned, laughing nonetheless as he wiggled his eyebrows, motioning towards the ground. "Get on your knees, y/n."
"You get in the car, you asshole." You laughed, pushing him aside as you opened the door.
"We can't do it–"
“Why not?” He eyed you, glancing at the backseat of the car. He moved forward, pulling you closer by your wrist.
“I promise you, you'll look like the prettiest little angel with my cock stuffed in your mouth." He whispered, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your throat. You resisted the urge to melt in his arms as you tried to pull away from his grip. "Gonna look so fucking delicious with your lips wrapped around my cock."
"Peter." Your cheeks heated up as you pushed him away, motioning towards the car. "Get in, fuck, your being too forward tonight."
"Baby." He caught your wrist, pressing kisses on the back of your hand. "You can take me in the back of the car. I'll let you do anything to me."
“Anything?” You purred, pulling away from him as he nodded eagerly. He brushed the stray hair out of your face as you nibbled your bottom lip as suggestively as you could.
“Anything.” He whimpered against your lips as he pressed himself against you and you let out a soft giggle, your nails scratching the back of his neck lightly.
“You’re going to sit in the car. Shut up and let me drive.” His eyes widened in shock, gasping at your betrayal dramatically as you pushed him in the passenger seat.
He whined, pouting and jutting out his bottom lip, trying his best to look like a kicked puppy. You rolled your eyes, helping him buckle up his seat belt. He sighed and busied yourself in peppering kisses on your neck as you leaned over him.
You pulled away, giving you a stern look and he groaned in annoyance, pulling at the seat belt as your hand brushed against the bulge forming in his jeans by accident. You locked eyes with him and he offered you a cheeky grin.
"Shut up." You shut the door, walking over to your side. You slid inside the driver's seat as he grinned at you.
"I didn't say anything." He mumbled, leaning over to kiss your lips but you pushed him away.
"Fuck off." You dusted the skirt of your dress, starting the car.
“Y/n!" He whined, shifting in his seat as you sighed, eyes trained on the road ahead.
“You don’t want to kiss me anymore.” He let out a puff of air, his eyes almost brimming with tears as you laughed, glancing at him.
“I am driving, sweetheart. I can't–”
Your words get caught in your throat as his hand brushed against your bare thigh. He sucked in a breath, his fingers teasing your skin as he trailed up his fingers to pull the hem of your dress up, ducking to get a look.
"You're even wearing my favorite panties, y/n." He said, wide-eyes, mouth agape in awe. "Let me touch you please–"
You slapped his hand away, adjusting your dress as he gasped, staring at you in disbelief.
“You are not attracted to me anymore.” He scoffed, turning away from you and resting his forehead on the glass window. He sniffed, rubbing his nose as he sunk in his seat, his fingers fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket.
You glanced at him as you pulled in the parking lot of his apartment building. "I am–"
“I don’t turn you on anymore. I get it.” He whimpered, wiping his eyes as you bit your lip to muffle your laughter. You placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying to regain your composure.
“Fuck, Peter." You ruffled his curls, pressing your cold hand against his neck to get his attention. "What am I gonna do with you?”
“Sit on my face?" He suggested and you puffed out a laugh, glancing at him as you giggled, your hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Your dad isn’t home, right?” He glanced out of the window. "Even if he is, we'll just lock the door and I'll stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet."
“You...you can't say things like that, Peter." You breathed, your body growing hot at his words but you suppressed it. "Besides, we're at May's apartment not my dad's."
"And May isn't home." His lips twitched into a smile. "I don't even have to gag you, might do it just for fun, though. Make you taste yourself."
“Shut up!” You inhaled sharply, heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Won’t you like it, pretty girl?" His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer. "Gonna treat you like my good girl. Or if you want, might be your good boy tonight. Whatever my girl wants.”
“And we are here.” You ignored his words, wiping your face as you got out of the car. You jogged over to the other side, wrapping your arm around yourself as you opened the door for him. You laughed as he narrowed his eyes at you, bowing as you beckoned him to get out of the car. “My prince?”
He unfastened his seat belt, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes as he stepped out, shutting the door behind him. “I’d rather be called your slut but you don’t want me anymore.”
You breathed heavily, avoiding his gaze as you licked your chapped lips. You took his hand, leaning against his chest for warmth as you locked the door.
“Y-you're—” You cleared your throat as you stuffed the keys in his hoodie pocket, screwing your eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around you despite his sulking. “I hate you.”
“Calling me your slut gets you wet, baby?” You shook your head, pulling away from him but he pressed himself against you, feeling your curves.“You can call me anything. I’d be your slut if you want me to. I’ll be all yours.”
“God, Peter.” Your voice wavered as you placed a hand on his chest, looking up at him hesitantly as you pressed the button of the elevator. “Keep your voice down, someone might hear you.”
“There you go again!” He snapped at you, annoyed as he leaned back on the wall as he unzipped his hoodie, breathing heavily. “Why don’t you want me anymore?"
“I want ypu, trust me. I do—” You rolled your eyes, stepping into the elevator, pulling him in by his arm.The elevator doors shut with a finalizing thud and you continued. “But I can’t.”
"Why not? Don't I use my...stick right?" He sniffed, dropping his head against the wall. "You want to break up with me because I am not good at sex, don't you?"
"Did you just call your dick...a fucking stick?" You stared at him, flabbergasted at his wording.
“Tell me why we can’t fuck in the elevator?” He ignored your words, peering down at you as you sighed, holding up your hand.
“We just can’t.”
“I’ll let you fuck yourself down on my face." He said, glancing down at your legs. His eyes trailing up to your covered tits, he licked his lips.
“Gonna fuck you with my tongue while you're crying out on top of me." He said, pulling you to him. His hands trailed up your waist, up to your tits. He gave it a quick squeeze, his thumb pressing against the pebbled nipple. "Wanna eat that pussy, baby."
You pulled yourself out of his grip, but not before he dropped a feather light kiss on your neck, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You never saw him be so forward. You had your fair share of good night’s tangled in the sheets but he has never been so…vocal about how he felt. And if you were being honest, this was the hottest thing ever.
The elevator dinged as it opened on the seventh floor and you scurried out, pulling him out by tugging at his jacket. You pulled the keys out of his jeans pocket pushing the key into the lock.
He pressed himself behind you, his large hands pressing your hips back to his as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck as you shivered.
“Are you wet right now, baby?" He whispered, biting your earlobe. He peppered kisses down your neck, biting your sensitive skin.
“You are, aren’t you? If you are not going to touch me, will you touch yourself tonight?" He nibbled on your skin, licking the bruise forming on your skin. "Gonna put on a show for me?"
You quickly pushed the door open, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He pouted as you helped you take off his jacket, you took off your shoes, locking the door.
“We can literally have sex anywhere you want. The living room. Kitchen. The foot of my bed—”
“The foot of your bed?”
“We can try that.” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
Peter sighed, his shoulders dropping in defeat as he plopped down on the bed, burying his face in the blanket as his feet dangled from the edge of the bed.
You walked in, a glass of water in your hands. "Hey, sit up."
He craned his neck, smiling softly as he found you standing near the foot of the bed. He pulled himself up, accepting the glass from you with a polite smile. "Thank you, y/n."
"Drink up, sweetheart." You kissed his temple, running your fingers through his curls in order to tame the mess. He hummed leaning in your touch as he brought the glass to his lips, emptying it in a matter of seconds.
He handed you the glass and you placed it near his desk. You kissed his forehead, massaging his scalp with your fingers as he let out a sigh of content. "Feeling good?"
"Fucking euphoric." He moaned, dropping his head against your chest and you laughed, tapping his shoulder.
“Have you ever thought about me tying you to bed with my webs?" He wondered out loud as your eyes widened.
“Fuck, Peter.” You inhaled sharply, averting your eyes from him as he chuckled.
“Yes please. Fuck Peter.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of your hand as he giggled, clutching your hand to his lips and you sighed.
“No. We are not going to have sex tonight.”
"Please?" His pout flattered as you shook your head, patting his cheek.
“Come on.” You said as you walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and shirt from the top rack. You placed the clothes down on the bed beside him. “Go get changed.”
“I can’t.” He muttered, stubborn.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t get changed by myself.” He nibbled on his bottom lip, trying his best to maintain his innocent composure and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“You aren't that drunk–”
“I can’t take care of myself. Please take my clothes off.” He pleaded, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you tried your best to ignore as he raised his hands, making it easy for you to slip off his shirt. You pulled the shirt over his head, combing through his messy curls, trying to tame them.
He stretched out his arms, his abs flexing as he dropped back on the bed, his arms spread out.
“Can you not do that?” You spluttered and he raised an eyebrow at you, pointing at his abs, flexing them again much to your liking.
“You can touch them if you want." He offered and you shook your head, getting to your knees in front of him.
“Your loss." He shrugged and you sighed, undoing his shoelaces. You took off his shoes, placing them aside. You pulled off his socks, rolling them up and tossing them in the laundry basket.
"My jeans now." He mumbled and you chuckled, moving in between his legs as your fingers went up to his zipper hesitantly, unzipping his jeans.
"Now we're talking." He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a smug smile plastered on his face. "Such a good girl. Looking like an angel on her knees for me, aren't you?"
You bit your lip, slipping off his jeans, sliding them down his legs as he sighed. "Gonna suck me off, baby?"
"Peter." You stood up to your full height, pulling out his phone and wallet from his pocket and placing them on the bedside table.
"Want me to fuck your face?" He brought his hand down to caress your cheeks, tipping your chin up with his finger. "Make me cum?"
Your cheeks heated up as you pulled away. "For fuck's sake, shut up!"
“But it’s true, Y/n. I want you to make me cum so bad.”
“Please, Y/n. I'm so hard right now.” He pulled him down, over him. He pressed up against you, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as he rocked his hips against you. You screwed your eyes shut, you could either give into the pleasure of you could–
You pushed yourself off him, falling beside him on the bed as he let out a grunt, frustration coating his features as he turned to you.
“No I can’t, Peter. You’re drunk. I really want to but I don’t want you to regret it.” You mumbled, placing a hand on his cheek.
“But I am not going to. You’re my girlfriend. We can do it.” He reassured you, moving up to kiss your lips but you brought a hand down to his shoulder, squeezing it.
“No." You said, pushing him away gently. "I can’t. I am sorry.”
"I can’t even be mad at you.” He sat up, his fingers running through his hair, tugging at them roughly as he glanced at you. “I know you’re right. How are you such a good person. Can’t you just turn that rational part off and just fuck me?”
“I totally would but-”
“You can’t, I get it. You’re right. You’re so good sometimes I hate you.” He shifted closer to you, pushing stray hair out of your face. He pecked your cheek, dropping his head in the crook of your neck.
“Shut up.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling away from you. You reached for his clothes but he was already crawling over to his side of the bed.
“Wear it–" You started but he shook his head, curling up under the blankets.
“Put on some clothes, babe." You insisted.
"No, I am hot." He grumbled into the pillow, pulling the blanket up to his face.
“It’s a bit chilly-”
“Okay fine.” You raised up your hands in mock defense as you moved over to the end of the bed.
Peter groaned as his phone rang, squinting at the screen as he accepted the call.
"'ello?" He mumbled, the phone held loosely in his hand.
You giggled as you pulled off your dress, folding it neatly and placing it on his desk. You turned to face the mirror, picking up his comb and combing your hair as you turned to Peter who leaned back on the bed.
"Mis'er stark?" He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he rolled over, his eyes widening as his gaze landed on you.
"How much did you drink, kid?" Tony chuckled from the other side.
"Kid." Tony warned.
"A lot." He confessed, smiling to himself sheepishly as you giggled, your hands reaching back to unclasp your bra. It fell down your shoulders and you caught it, placing it on his desk.
His eyed you, drinking in your half naked body as heat rushed to your cheeks. You covered your tits with your hands, turning away from him teasingly.
"We're going to have a long talk about that." Tony inhaled sharply.
"Yeah." Peter mumbled, his eyes fixated over your body. You chuckled as you slipped on a shirt.
“Is y/n with you? Tony asked. "She didn't take her phone with her."
"Yeah she is. She's looking like an angel, Mr. Stark." He muttered dreamily as you shot him a look, pulling on the sweatpants.
"Yeah?" Tony smiled.
"Yeah." He agreed, his smile widening as you rolled your eyes. "Looking so beautiful like this. God, I love her."
Tony let out a light chuckle in response.
"Looking like a fucking angel in just her panti–"
"Yeah, that's enough!" You quickly pulled the phone from his grip, your eyes widening as you glared at Peter.
You quickly hung up, crawling in the bed with him as he whined.
"What was that?" You said as you slipped inside the blanket, snuggling close to him. He sniffed, placing his head on chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
"S'fine, baby." You patted his cheek. He shuffled impossibly closer to you, tucking his head under your chin, his cheek squished against your clothed boobs.
His hand slid up your waist, you sighed, your body melting in the warmth radiating off his body. He brought his hand up to your chest, placing it on your boob. He whined as you slapped it away.
"Let me touch your boobs." He whimpered, rubbing his face in between your boobs as you laughed but shook your head.
"No." You giggled, your fingers threaded in his curls.
"Give me your bra then." He muttered, you cocked an eyebrow at him.
"It's the closest thing to your boobs." He shrugged nonchalantly and you stared at him in disbelief.
“Are you seriou-?”
"Fine." You crawled over to the edge, fetching your bra from his desk and handed it to him.
You chuckled to yourself as he smiled, turning around and snuggling in his pillow, with your bra in his hands. You crawled over to him, kissing his cheeks as you wrapped an arm around his waist.
He groaned as he twisted around in the sheets. His head pounded as he tried to sit up with his back to the headboard for support. He blinked at the red bra bunched up in between his fingers, his brows knitting in confusion.
“Oh, you’re awake.” You said. You were standing near the doorway and he blinked a couple of times at the sharp sunlight. “I’ll get you some Advil.”
You came back with the medicine and a glass of water. He took the medicine as you rubbed his forehead and he rested his head on his shoulder.
“I am never drinking ever again.” He grumbled and you giggled, kissing his forehead.
"Well, not as much as you drunk last night." You pulled his head up, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But you can have a little. In limit, alright?"
He nodded, his gaze falling upon your bra in his hand. His cheeks flushed as he caught you eyeing the bra with a small smile.
"Why do I…?" His blush deepened as he held up the bra, searching your eyes. "Why do I have this?"
You chuckled, "I said you couldn't touch my boobs–"
"And I asked for your bra because it was the closest thing to your boobs." He squinted at you in disbelief. "I can't believe I did that."
"So you remember?"
You laughed, wiping his mouth with the end of your sleeve as he leaned closer to you.
“Thank you for not sleeping with me last night." He glanced at you, his voice small. "Even though I insisted–it wouldn't be right."
“Of course, Pete. You shouldn’t thank me for doing the bare minimum.” You placed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Even though it was hard with everything you were saying.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He groaned, his head dropping in his hands.
"You're a whore when you're drunk!" You cracked up, your eyes crinkling as you wheezed. "You said so many dirty things–"
“I know what I said!” He blushed, swatting at your shoulder but you only laughed harder, causing him to crack a smile.
“I didn’t know you had it in you." You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. "You asked me if you could fuck my face–"
"You asked me to sit on your face–"
"You said I'd look so pretty with your cock stuffed in my mouth, peter." Your hand came up to muffle your giggles as you watched the tips of his ears turn red. "You said you wanted to be my slut–my good boy–"
"You almost told my dad about me being in my panties in front of you–”
"Shut up!" He buried his face in the pillow.
“Every word that came out of your mouth was basically porn." You tapped his butt and he whined. "It was quality porn, though. I am telling you.”
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can i request one where reader falls asleep on peters lap after a mission and peter carrys her into the tower and just takes care of her? just a whole bunch of soft!boyfriend peter:)
warnings: a few little suggestive jokes
a/n: y’all know how i feel about this concept ugh i love peter to pieces :,)
“rough night?” happy muses as you and peter hop into his suv.
the two of you are fresh off a day of crime fighting, and he’s your ride home. although you’re grateful you didn’t have to go beyond the city limits this time, it doesn’t mean the workload was any less. your little dynamic duo took on quite the opponent — one with claws, lasers, all sorts of freaky gadgets.
it’s remarkable that such a specimen was tucked away in queens.
“if you think we look bad, you should see the other guy,” you lightheartedly retort to happy. peter waits for you climb in first, then plops down beside you. “you really should,” he agrees. “y/n had him on his knees by the end… it was awesome.”
happy shoots you a look via the front mirror, peter snaking a comforting arm around your shoulders. his lips pepper your hair in kisses.
“proud of you, baby. you were so good out there,” peter praises you quietly. you hug his torso with your head now resting against his strong arm. “couldn’t have done it without you, though,” you insist, now snuggled up to your loving boyfriend.
the material of his suit scratches your cheek, but you’re too tired to care.
“congrats on the mission, kids. i take it you two are gonna get all lovey-dovey on each other, so…” happy prefaces. “i’ll shut up and drive.”
he pushes a button that brings up the divider between your seats and his, which offers some much needed privacy for you to relax and unwind.
“thanks, happy,” peter chuckles back, feeling your weight on his arm become heavier. his fingers run up and down your shoulder knowingly. “you okay? must be exhausted,” he answers his own question. your response is a long hum, eyelids beginning to droop.
peter pats his thigh with a small smile. “we got a bit of a drive… you should lie down for a while.” you’re not opposed to that. you gaze up at him through squinted eyes. “hm… on you?” leaving a kiss to the side of your head, peter lets his smile grow. “where else?”
“good point,” you murmur and shift away from his arm. “no offense to tony, but leather seats aren’t very inviting.”
happy shouts an i heard that from the driver’s seat, to which you and peter lightly giggle at.
peter watches you settle on his leg, your head in his lap and body curled into itself to fit. either of his hands go to your back and your hair. his gloved fingers carefully begin to stroke your locks at the roots. you grin to yourself, cheek squished against peter’s thigh and arms wrapped around his knee.
he leans forward to give your exposed cheek a tender kiss. “get some rest, sweetheart. you earned it.” “so… so did you,” you almost inaudibly reply. you’re ready to pass out any second, further hiding your face in peter’s leg. “sleep, y/n/n,” peter encourages you once more.
you finally allow your eyes to close, the combination of peter rubbing your back and playing with your hair enough to lull you off to dreamland.
“here we are, home sweet home,” happy announces as you three pull up to avengers tower. he puts the car in park and rolls down the divider to see how you and peter are doing.
you’ve completely crashed, clinging to peter’s leg with your mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed. peter tucks a strand of your hair back and grins at your peaceful form. he never let go of you the whole drive.
happy glances at peter over his shoulder. “she’s out cold, huh?” a smirk pulls at his lips. “let’s get her inside. boss is expecting a full report for the evening.”
peter honestly isn’t in the mood to deal with tony’s obscure and endless questions, and you definitely aren’t either.
“nah, i don’t wanna wake her,” peter decides, keeping his voice low. he brushes the pad of his thumb across your jawline. “could you tell mr. stark we’ll do it in the morning?”
“he’s not gonna like that,” happy warns peter and shrugs a shoulder. “but, what the hell? it’s late. i’ll take the heat for you, say we encountered some traffic.”
peter purses his lips in pleasant surprise. “aw, really? that would be perfect. thank you so much, happy.” happy tuts, spinning back around. “i’m doing it for y/n. come on, off to bed you go.” he pushes open his car door, peter taking the opportunity to roll his eyes.
peter gently eases you to sit up. one of his arms stays around your back, the other now under your thighs so he can carry you into the tower. happy heads over and opens up peter’s door, since both his hands are already full.
following behind happy inside, peter carries you bridal-style to the elevator. happy does the honors of hitting the buttons while peter holds you close.
he finds peter’s attentiveness to you kind of endearing, but he’ll never admit it.
most of the team has already turned in for the night when you reach the main floor. sam and bucky fell asleep watching the cheetah girls, steve is fixing himself a midnight protein shake, and natasha is finishing her weekly catch-up with yelena over facetime.
she yawns practically every other word.
“i got her from here,” peter informs happy, tightening his arms around you for emphasis. the two of them step out of the elevator. “alright. be up bright and early for your debriefing, or we’re all screwed,” happy reminds him and points a finger at your sleeping body.
peter waits until happy is gone to make his official exit. he carries you past the quadruplet of insomniacs and down the hall to your room, where he’ll try his best to help you into bed without disturbing your slumber.
that will be the hard part.
he opens up your door, letting out a sigh of relief that it doesn’t creak, and brings you to your thankfully plushy bed. gently, peter moves a hand up to support your head so he can lay you down.
you unconsciously cuddle your pillow once peter sets your head on it. peter clutches a hand over his heart at the sight.
“so freaking cute,” he whispers to himself, giving you a moment to adjust before he gets you changed.
you’re still in your suit, which happens to be made of skin-tight latex. there’s no way peter is letting you sleep in that.
he doesn’t want to undress you without your consent, so he’ll have to do what he was hoping to avoid and wake you up. you won’t be particularly thrilled.
“y/n?” peter calls your name softly, kneeling next to you on the floor. “y/n, i need you for a sec. c’mon, baby.”
he traces a finger across your eyebrows that stayed knitted together. your lips form a pout.
“i know, i know. it’ll only be for a minute, then you can go right back to sleep,” peter coos and pecks your cheek once again. “gimme one minute.” “no,” you whine, rolling onto your side so you aren’t facing peter. “‘m so tired… leave me alone.”
your arm drapes over your eyes to cover them. peter bites back a smile and sets a hand on your waist.
“i’m just gonna get you in pajamas really quick. is that okay?” he explains, moving you onto your back. you crack open an eye and look up at him in the darkness. “whatever. time starts now.”
peter squeezes your waist affirmatively before making his way to your dresser, where he digs through your pajama drawer with speed. he retrieves an oversized tee and sleep shorts because you can never go wrong with those. padding back over to your bed, peter places the clothes down by the edge.
“you wanna change into these, or do you want me to do it for you?” he checks, already having his guess on what you’re going to say. “you do it, pete,” you confirm and shut your eyes.
with your permission, peter starts to search for a zipper on your suit. he trails a hand along your side and back, but can’t find one. he frowns in confusion.
“how do you take this thing off?” peter wonders. you were about to knock out again, then he spoke. “button,” you say shortly. that only adds to his confusion. “button? what button? you never told me you have a-“
annoyed, you grab peter’s hand and bring it to your stomach. “here! right here.” it’s located on the special symbol your suit dons. peter always wondered what that was doing there.
“like true stark tech,” he remarks, pressing the button to release you from the constricting material.
you shimmy around to get yourself out of the suit, mostly to no avail. your efforts at least earn a laugh from peter. “hang on, baby. let me.”
he tugs the suit where it starts to pool, slowly but surely peeling it off your body at last. seeing it more convenient to sleep commando, you beam at peter and lay back on your pillow.
“mm, goodnight,” you mumble, peter seizing your shoulders to stop you. “wait, wait, wait…” he crouches next to you a second time. “don’t you want your jammies?”
“don’t say jammies,” you playfully chastise, forcing yourself to look at peter. “but, yes. i guess i want them.” “super,” peter nods and reaches for your pajamas. his fingers twist in one of your bra straps.
“can i take this off?” he asks you. you’d make a comment about how much of a gentleman he is, if you had the energy. “be my guest,” you comply. peter easily unhooks your bra and slides the straps down your arms. after you toss it aside, you lift your arms for your shirt.
“impressive,” you tease his skills, unable to resist. “don’t act so surprised,” peter quips, shaking the t-shirt over your head. your hair is a mess when your head emerges from the hole, prompting him to ruffle your disheveled coils.
“we’re almost done, i promise,” peter assures you and goes to gather your shorts. no strategic ways to get them on you come to his mind. “um, you might have to stand up for this.”
you swat them out of his hands instead. “forget the shorts, peter,” you reprimand. “i wanna sleep, and i want you to hold me.” peter stands up, offering you a lopsided smile. “ok, ok. fine. how could i say no?” “you can’t,” you deadpan, laying down for the last and final time. “not to me.”
you pull back the covers for you both to get under, peter slipping out of his suit. he joins you in his boxers and nothing else. you’re never mad about that.
“did so amazing today, y/n/n. ‘m so lucky you’re my partner in crime,” peter hums, you nuzzling your face against his bare chest. his arms hug your waist, lips meeting the top of your head and spreading into a wide grin. you loop your own arms around his middle.
“i feel the same, pete. you’re my better half.”
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Hi everyone! I’ll be releasing a special scary story everyday for the week leading up to Halloween! I’m really excited for this and I hope you guys are too! I’ll start off with the lightest story on day one and end with the scariest on Halloween itself. These are scary stories so they will have more mature themes and horror elements but will each have appropriate warnings. This post will be act as a preview and masterlist for the event. Here’s an overview of what’s to come:
Day 1 (10/25)
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader
Warnings: Fake blood
Summary: Arvin’s left in charge of the Halloween decorations while (y/n) and the kids are out. Unable to settle for good enough he’s determined to make sure they have the scariest house on the block.
Day 2 (10/26)
The Drive Home
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Warnings: Jump scares, clowns
Summary: Harrison and (y/n) decide to attend a haunted corn maze. Everything is fun and only a bit scary, until their drive home at least.
Day 3 (10/27)
The Jefferson Coastal Manor
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Jump scares, paranormal activity
Summary: Peter and (y/n) are assigned a project studying local legends and stumble upon the Jefferson Coastal Manor, a rumored haunted house which absolutely fascinates (y/n). Determined to prove the haunting is real, she drags her friends to the house for a ghost hunt.
Day 4 (10/28)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood
Summary: While getting coffee one morning (y/n) runs into a face that seems a little too familiar. She finds the whole thing quite funny, but Tom isn't nearly as amused.
Day 5 (10/29)
No More First Dates
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Summary: Harrison is upset when (y/n) tells him about an upcoming date. Worried for her he sets out to make sure the date doesn't happen.
Day 6 (10/30)
Deals with the Devil
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
Summary: Most of the time the dead stay dead, but (y/n)'s certain this death wasn't supposed to happen. No matter the risk to herself she's determined to get things back to how they were.
Day 7 (10/31)
Something Evil in the Night
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of death
Summary: When a so called 'evil Spiderman' begins terrorizing New York Peter is determined to put a stop to it. Despite his personal connection, he just can't seem to get his hands on them.
Taglist + Mutuals:
@spideyssunshine @spideyspeaches @tom-softie @vendettaparker @farfromharry @hollandsvogue @niallberry @namoreno @thevery-firstpage @outshineallthestars @roseke @zspideyy @emistrash @tomsirishgirlx @kaylans-imagines @shipwreckedstandard @andreagf956 @peachyafshawn @agbspidey
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captain and spidey interacting in the comics lol
(btw need this to happen in irl)
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My, My Spiderman🕸️Masterlist
Pairing: Peter Parker x Black! Reader
Synopsis: Peter's a smart guy, and he believes he juggles college and being the not-so-neighborhood-friendly Spider-Man better than anyone else could. After all, his secret is still safe–even after all these years. That was until he finally caught the attention of his dream girl, albeit in a very inconvenient way. Hey–crazier things have happened, right?
Series Warnings: College! Spider-Man! Peter (his identity is still a secret from everyone outside of the Avengers), canon divergence (Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen and Civil War played out differently), rich girl! Reader, Spider-Man clichés (like that upside-down kiss lol), puppy-love, insecurities, canon level violence that comes with superheroes. More specific warnings for each chapter.
Author's note: Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. So I'm just going to keep coming up with series ideas 🧍🏾♀️ anyway, here's one for the Peter folks. Thank you @subspider for enabling meee lmfao. And thank you to @uhlxis for helping me conceptualize things! This is my first time writing Peter so be easy loves 🌝 Also, note, Peter and the reader attend MIT, as does Ned. MJ goes to Harvard.
Feedback is much appreciated. Come and talk to me :)
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just for tonight
Pairing: peter parker x bestfriend!reader
Summary: peter accidentally tells the avengers he has a girlfriend and now they all wanna meet her. in an attempt to not look like a liar, he recruits his best friend y/n to fake date him for the night so he can introduce them to her
Word Count: 4.2k +
Warnings: none, I don’t think. maybe some bad language slipped in? idk
A/N: thank you for the request, even though it took a while to get out! send me more requests, I feel like I’m on a roll ;)
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“I have a serious problem, Y/n.”
Peter showed up to your house unexpectedly, but that was pretty common. You guys don’t really ask permission to go to each other’s houses; showing up is just something you started doing after years of being best friends.
When you heard a frantic knocking at your door and saw Peter on the other side, you got kind of worried.
“Come in,” you ushered Peter inside your house and dragged him into your room. You shut the door behind him. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
Peter groaned and flopped onto your bed, covering his eyes with his hands. “I’m so stupid. I say dumb things in the heat of the moment that I end up regretting.”
You suppressed your laugh as you sat on the bed next to him. You sat up near his head and lightly ran your fingers through his hair. It had always calmed Peter down, and it looked like he could use it.
“Give me the rundown, Pete. What did you say that was so embarrassing, and who did you say it to?”
Peter sighed and uncovered his eyes. He looked up at you with a slight pout. “I didn’t exactly embarrass myself, but I may as well have. I practically lied to the avengers, Y/n.”
Your eyes widened and your fingers involuntarily stopped running through his hair. “Jesus, Peter. You can’t lie to the avengers, especially not when you want to be one so badly.”
Peter groaned, “I know! This is so horrible, Y/n, I don’t know what to do.”
“Well what did you lie about? Maybe you can just come clean.”
“I can’t come clean. I told them I had a girlfriend. Mr. Stark was talking about when he was our age he had girlfriends all the time, and I just wanted to be like him. When I told them I had a girlfriend, they all got so excited and asked if she knew about me being Spider-Man. I said yes, which was obviously not the right idea since they all want to meet her now!”
Peter sat up and held his face in his hands, frustrated by the situation he had caused. He was freaking out to say the least.
You sighed and placed a hand on his tense back. You started to gently rub, trying to ease him. “Don’t freak out so much, Peter. Maybe you can tell them she doesn’t want to go or that she broke up with you before you got to ask her to go.”
Peter scoffed and lifted his face from his hands, “then they’ll think I’m a loser whose girlfriend dumped him. I can’t show up without a girlfriend.”
Peter sighed, and rested back on his palms. He just sat there for a second, looking off at nothing. You sat there just watching him, trying to figure out what he could do as well.
Peter gasped, “I’ve got it!” He turned to you and grinned, “come meet the avengers with me.”
You were taken aback, “what?”
Peter frantically nodded, his smile widening. “Yes! Come pretend to be my girlfriend. It’ll be perfect! We’re such good friends, they won’t think it’s forced or fake. It’s the perfect plan.”
You were a little apprehensive. “I’m not so sure that’s the best idea, Pete. You know I like helping you, but I’m not so sure we can fool them into thinking we’re dating.”
Peter grabbed both your hands in his, “Y/n, please. I know I ask a lot of you, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. All we have to do is be ourselves. You’ll even get to meet Mr. Stark!”
You were extremely apprehensive. It’s not that you don’t want to help Peter, in actuality, you’d do anything he asked of you. You were just scared of how the night would play out. If you agreed to help Peter and pretend to be his girlfriend, your crush on him would most likely only worsen.
The way Peter looked at you made you reconsider, though. Peter looked so hopeful you’d do this with him, and you didn’t have the heart to not help him.
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
Peter cheered, and pulled you into a hug. “This is amazing. Thank you, Y/n. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
At first, Peter thought he screwed up big time. He lied to the avengers and was scrambling to find a solution. Asking you to go with him was the most perfect thing he’d ever thought of.
Peter has had a crush on you for years. He wasn’t planning on this happening, but he’s glad it is. This gives him the perfect opportunity to show you how good of a boyfriend he can be, then maybe you’ll actually want to go out with him.
“They said to bring her to dinner with them tonight. So get ready, we have to leave in like an hour or so.” Peter said jumping up and running out of your bedroom.
“Peter!” You yelled, chasing after him. “Where are you going? You can’t just bring me in at the last minute then leave!”
Peter just smiled and opened the front door. “I have to get changed. I’ll be back to get you, I promise.”
“Well what should I wear? Like a dress or is it more casual?”
“You look pretty in a dress.” Peter grinned, “I doubt it will be too fancy though.”
You nodded your head, “okay, go. I’ll see you soon.”
Peter rushed to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then ran back to dart out the door. “Thanks again!” He called as he shut the door behind him.
You sighed, shaking your head. Tonight would be interesting.
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Around six o’clock, Peter knocked on your door. You flattened down your soft, summer dress and grabbed your purse.
Opening the door, you smiled up at Peter. His lips parted as he took in your appearance. The dress had spaghetti straps and fell to your mid thigh. It was fancy enough to (hopefully) impress the avengers, and casual enough to not embarrass yourself if everyone was in comfort clothes.
“Wow,” Peter breathed out as you smiled at him. “You look really beautiful.”
“Thank you! I hope it’s appropriate for dinner.”
Peter shrugged, and ushered you outside. “I’m sure it’s fine. They didn’t really say specifically that it was a fancy dinner, so you should be fine.”
You and Peter walked down the street, taking the short trip to the Avengers Compound. The whole walk there, Peter was nervous. He wasn’t nervous that the avengers would see through his lie, but more so that this would stop you from ever liking him the way he likes you.
He’s scared that if you see him in this light, you won’t want this scenario to be a reality like he does.
You noticed Peter in his head as you approached the compound. Before the two of you walked in, you grabbed his hand. “Hey,” you turned him to face you, “don’t worry about tonight. Everything will go just how you want it to, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” You chuckled.
Peter slightly smiled, “thanks, Y/n. I’m just lucky to have someone like you that puts up with all my nonsense.”
You smiled, “don’t mention it. I like being your partner in crime. Let’s show them what a great couple we make.” You winked and grabbed Peter’s hand, pulling him inside.
Once inside, the room left you in awe. It was so spacious with people working all around it.
“Here, we take this elevator to get to where the avengers actually stay.” Peter pulled you along to the large, glass elevator in the center of the room and pressed the top floor of the tower.
In the elevator, Peter awkwardly fidgeted around. You sighed, and squeezed his hand gently. “Don’t worry, Peter. We’re gonna be okay.”
He nodded his head, “yeah, I know. Thanks, Y/n.”
The elevator dinged and opened up to the top floor. Right as the two of you walked out, Mr. Stark came around the corner and grinned at the two of you.
“Hey, kid, we’re glad you made it.” Mr. Stark pulled Peter into a short hug. When they pulled away, Mr. Stark turned to you and smiled. “And you must be his girlfriend, Y/n is it?”
You smiled and nodded your head, “yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark.”
You tried not to look confused when Mr. Stark already knew your name. Peter must have told him after he asked me to come here.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he smiled, “but please, call me Tony.”
You smiled and nodded your head, even though you would still be referring to him as ’Mr. Stark’.
Peter stood back and grabbed your hand in his again. Tony noticed this, and gently smiled. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others.”
You followed behind Tony, and whispered to Peter, “how am I doing so far?”
He looked over at you and softly smiled, “you’re doing amazing.”
You smiled, and bumped your shoulder with his, “so are you.”
“Peter, Y/n, these are the other avengers.” Tony stood in front of a set of couches where all the avengers sat. “Here’s Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Barnes, Wanda, and Sam. Obviously this isn’t all of us, but here’s the ones that wanted to meet you.”
Steve shook his head, “that’s not true. Thor wanted to meet you, but he’s back in Asgard. Something about his brother carried him away last minute.” He stood up and stuck his hand out with a smile, “Steve Rogers, nice to finally put a face to Peter’s girlfriend.”
You grinned up at him and shook his hand. His grip was strong and firm. “It’s so great to meet you, to meet all of you, actually. Peter talks about you guys a lot, so it’s nice to be able to actually talk to you.”
Steve’s eyes flicked over to Peter and he smiled, “well that’s sweet. Make yourselves comfortable, we’re just going to be hanging around here, have some food, and that’s it.”
The woman Tony called Natasha came and walked up to you. “Come sit with us, it’ll be nice to get to know you.”
You smiled and nodded, “yeah, that’ll be fun.” You looked back and grinned at Peter with your eyes wide. He chuckled at your expression and gave your hand a soft squeeze.
You left him to follow Natasha to a couch where she sat with Wanda.
“Hello, Y/n, I’m Wanda,” she smiled as she patted the seat next to her.
“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Wanda,” you grinned as you sat down, Natasha sitting on the other side of you.
“So, Y/n, what’s it like dating Spider-Man?” Natasha playfully nudged your shoulder.
Wanda chuckled, “sorry about her, Nat and I like to gossip, and it’s fun to have another girl around.”
You giggled, “no, don’t be sorry! I don’t really have many girlfriends, so this is nice to talk about boys with someone.”
Nat and Wanda stared at you expectedly. “Well what do you guys want to know about?”
“How did you find out he was Spider-Man? And did you know before or after dating him?” Wanda grinned.
You lightly chuckled, “it was a total accident how I found out. We were only dating for about a week, but Peter and I have been friends for as long as I could remember. Peter and I had made plans that night, but I showed up a little bit earlier than he was expecting. As a result, I walked in on him changing out of his Spider-Man suit.”
Wanda gasped and stifled her laughter, but Nat let her laugh flow out. Your cheeks heated as you recalled that image of Peter coming out of his suit.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you found out. I think it’s easier when you know why your partner is sneaking around at night instead of having to wonder where they’re going.” Natasha commented.
You nodded your head in agreement. You never really thought of it like that, but the way she put it made sense.
“Hey, Y/n!” Someone shouted from the left of you.
You looked past Nat and saw Peter sitting with his face in his hand between two guys. One of them dramatically waved you over, and the other just slipped from his beer while staring at you.
You looked at Nat and Wanda, “is it cool if I go over there? It seems important.”
They looked where you were pointing, and Nat chuckled, “yeah, go for it. Sam likes to exaggerate, so that’s why he’s so frantically waving you over.”
“They’re probably trying to embarrass your boyfriend,” Wanda commented with a chuckle.
“Why do you say that?” You inquired as you stood.
“That’s just their dynamic. The three of them pretend to all hate each other and pick on one another, but they are all really close.” Nat explained.
You hummed, and nodded your head, “okay, I guess I’ll talk to you guys later.”
They bid you farewell, and you walked over a few feet to where your boyfriend sat with his two friends.
When they saw you coming, the one who waved you over, Sam, grinned at you. “Hey, Y/n, I’m Sam, this is Bucky,” he motioned to the guy on the other side of Peter. Bucky sent an awkward smile and lifted his hand as a wave before taking a sip of his beer.
“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you smiled. Looking at Peter, his face was no longer in his hands and he had scooted closer to Sam and patted the space between him and Bucky for you to sit. You flattened your dress down before sitting, and crossed your legs.
“So proper, you are. Looks like you got a good one, Spidey.” Sam joked as he ruffled Peter’s hair. Peter huffed and swatted Sam’s hand away as you giggled.
He looked over at you as he fixed his hair and smiled, “yeah, I guess I did get a pretty good one, huh?”
You couldn’t help but blush when he said that. Pretending to be his girlfriend was hard when all you wanted was for it to be real, and when he said things like that, it was hard to stop yourself from getting flustered.
“Y/n, I have to ask,” Sam smirked, “what is it about spidey-boy here that made you want to date him?”
Bucky snickered, “is it the spandex?”
Sam laughed, “no, no, it’s the awkward boy-next-door vibe he gives off isn’t it?”
“Awkward boy-next-door?” Peter mumbled with that cute nose scrunch he does.
You softly giggled. “It’s not the spandex, but I guess the awkward vibe is true; no offense, Peter.”
Peter huffed out a laugh, and Sam egged you on. “Okay, um, I don’t really know what to say. I just think he’s amazing.” You felt your face heat up. “Peter just makes me really happy. It was a strange thing when I realized that the way I felt about him was more than friendship. It felt like nothing really changed, but at the same time everything had.”
The three boys looked at you confused. Peter was definitely intrigued, his eyes slightly larger than usual and staring at you intently.
“Elaborate?” Bucky asked as he leaned back, his arm going around the back of the couch behind you.
You exhaled slowly. You were about to explain your raging feelings for Peter, and he was just going to think that it was all for show.
Your palms started to swear as you thought about what you had gotten yourself into, but before you could fully freak out, Peter grabbed your hand in his and gave it a tender squeeze.
Looking at him, you saw a tender smile sent back your way. It was his way of letting you know that he was there for you, and that you got this.
“I think, I think I kind of always liked Peter.” You glanced up at him to see his reaction: one of complete shock. It’s now or never. “I think that’s why when I finally accepted that I liked him, nothing felt different. I was just more aware of the things that happened between us. When our hands brushed I finally knew why my heart sped up. I finally realized why I was always so giddy after hours of being on the phone with him. Once I acknowledged my feelings for him, they only grew from there.”
Peter’s eyes were about as wide as saucers. He looked at you with so much astonishment. You looked over to Sam who was smirking. “So, in response to your question, I think what made me fall for him, as cheesy as it sounds, was everything.”
Your tone started to get quieter as you looked directly into Peter’s eyes to say, “he’s compassionate, selfless, he’s my shoulder to lean on, he’s my best friend, and he just means everything to me.”
Peter’s heart was about to bust out of his chest. Everything he ever wanted to hear was being told to him. Y/n was quite literally putting her heart out there for him to take. He was going to tell her how he felt. After this, there’s no way she could be faking. The way she spoke to him was too real, too passionate.
“Damn, kid,” Bucky chuckled, “your girl is down bad.”
Peter let out a breathy laugh. “Seems so,” he mumbled back, eyes never leaving you. “Y/n, can I show you something?”
Peter’s abrupt question left you a bit speechless. He stood from the couch and grabbed your hand to pull you up with him.
“Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise as you jerked you out of your seat. Peter quickly dragged you away. “Bye, Sam! Bye, Bucky! It was nice to meet you,” you called from over your shoulder. The two of them chuckled as you got pulled away.
Peter guided you past the rest of the avengers with just a small murmur to them about being right back. He pulled you right to the elevator.
“Pete, what’s going on?” You softly asked. “Was it something I said?”
He quickly shook his head, “no, no way,” he furrowed his brows, “I mean, yes, but no, not in the way you’re thinking.”
Your head was spinning. The elevator door opened and Peter ushered you into it. He pressed the close door button as well as the roof level.
“Why are we going to the roof?”
“It looks pretty up there, and I wanted to show you.” Peter still had a hold of your hand, but by no means were you complaining.
“We could have looked at it before we left. I feel horrible we just ran out on the Avengers.”
“It can’t wait, Y/n, I need to tell you something really important and I want to tell you when we get up there.” Peter’s explanation was very confusing. There was something he needed to tell you, but only when you were on the rooftop.
Peter was known for being a bit strange, but this was pushing it a little.
The elevator doors opened, and once again, Peter quickly dragged you out.
“Hey, don’t rip my arm off,” you joked, trying to ease the tension you felt oozing from him.
He cracked a tiny smile.
On the roof, it was beautiful. The sun had started to set leaving beautiful arrays of pink, orange, and yellow in the sky. “Oh, wow,” you hummed in amazement.
You barely noticed that Peter had let go of your hand until you saw him walking up to you, a red rose in his hand.
“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, and I think after today there’s no better chance.”
Your lips parted in surprise, but you nodded your head signalling him to speak.
“When I told Mr. Stark that I had a girlfriend, it was something I wanted to take back so fast. I was mortified I had lied to him, and to the rest of the avengers. Then they asked me about her. They asked me about how she and I met, how I asked her out, and what I liked about her. When I answered their questions, all I could think about was you.”
Your heart started to race.
“I told them about you. When I described my imaginary girlfriend, I described you. That’s how they knew your name before you arrived, and that’s also why Sam and Bucky were so smug when they asked you questions because I had talked about you so much.”
Peter grabbed your hand and placed the rose into it. You held the rose, and Peter had his hand around your closed fist. “After you told them all those things about liking me for a while and how you started to notice your feelings, I couldn’t help but feel like you were being honest and that it wasn’t just to keep up the charade. I want it to have been honest, because if I’m being honest, I really like you, Y/n, and I have for a long time.”
Peter’s eyes bored into yours, hopeful and nervous at the same time. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as a wide smile grew on your face. You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged him into a hug.
“Woah,” Peter exhaled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He took in a deep breath, no doubt grinning. “So I guess this is a good thing?”
You pulled back and stared at him, grinning. Peter’s smile only grew, his cheeks dusted pink and his pupils wide. “Yes, this is a good thing. This is an amazing thing, actually! Everything I said, I meant. I’ve been infatuated with you for some time now, Petey.” You teased.
Peter softly smirked, “I guess it’s a good thing I brought you up here then, huh?”
You leaned up closer to him, his breath hitting your face due to your close proximity. You beamed, “I’d say it’s a very good thing.” You pulled Peter’s head down, and pressed your lips to his. He sighed into the kiss, all the tension leaving him immediately. You ran your fingers through his hair as his hands explored your waist.
The kiss began to get desperate, years of longing from both ends were finally being fulfilled. You pulled him close by the collar of his shirt, though it was hard to get any closer than you already were.
Before you were ready for the kiss to be over, the elevator dinged.
“Look what we have here!” Mr. Stark loudly called. Gasping, you quickly pulled away from Peter and looked towards him, but he wasn’t alone. Sam, Steve, and Natasha came up to the roof with him.
“I knew they were just being teenagers,” he continued, “old-man Cap thought something had happened to you both since you’ve been up here for so long.”
“I just came along to make fun of you for this later,” Sam smirked.
Peter groaned and hid his face in your neck, this caused you to blush a bit.
“We’re so sorry, everyone. We don’t mean to mess with your night by being up here for so long.” You apologized, lightly dragging your fingers through Peter’s hair to calm him down.
“Don’t worry about it, Y/n.” Nat smirked, “You and Peter have fun; you’re young and you’ve just confessed your feelings for one another.”
You nodded your head with a smile, but it quickly fell into a state of shock. “Wait a minute, how do you know?”
They all shared a laugh, even Steve was softly chuckling with them.
You looked over to Peter who lifted his head from your neck with a confused expression on his face.
“Oh, please,” Sam laughed, “you should have seen Peter when Stark asked him if he had a girlfriend. He was just stuttering and nervous the entire time.”
Nat nodded, “then he started to talk about you, and it was just so painfully obvious to us that he had a thing for this girl he called ‘Y/n’.”
“So I asked him to bring you here and recruited these guys to get you to answer a bunch of questions to see if you felt the same for him,” Stark smirked, “and clearly it worked. I’d like a round of applause for my work in getting these two together.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “come on, let’s leave them alone for a minute. Dinner will be starting soon, so come back down when you’re ready.” He smiled and ushered the rest of the avengers back to the elevator.
Once the elevator doors closed behind them, you released a laugh you were holding in. “We were set up!”
Peter pulled you close and chuckled along with you. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize that sooner.” He stared down at you with a dreamy gaze. “Still, I wouldn’t ever change what happened.”
You tenderly smiled back at him, “me either.”
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My type in men is like soft brown doe eyed nerd boy OR mysterious older guy with a bitch face who dresses like an emo kid OR long haired, pretty boy with trauma because his father was a bitch
And as Charli XCX once said, I want ‘em all
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