Request: Imagine peter x reader are having sex and Morgan stark is your little sister and she walks in on you 2 and starts to ask inappropriate questions and they Morgan tells your dad Tony stark and he gets mad and overprotective about reader and pepper is there as well
Warning: smuttttt, language, fluff, slight angst
Oh lord I made this so fucking dirty🤭🤭🤭
Gif not mine :)
“Yoo chillll.” You said swatting Peter’s hands as he tried to wrap his arms around you.
“Please, I almost died.” Peter whined dramatically as you looked over the edge of the roof, the cops leaving with the robbers you and Peter caught. You pulled your mask down from your nose, turning around, Peter’s arm coming around you.
“You’re so needy all the time. Make it make sense—“ Peter cut you off with his lips. His hand going down your lower back to rest comfortably on your ass. His lips moving desperately against yours.
“Can I not love you?” Peter mumbles, his tongue running up your lips, your jaw going slack, letting Peter slip his tongue in yours.
“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes making Peter let out a breathy laugh.
It was a regular friday evening and you and Peter were in your room. Peter was holding your hips as you sat on his lap kissing him softly. He moved his hand to hold your cheek before pulling away slowly. “Hey..should we not be doing this?” He asked softly. He knew that your family was home and could walk in any second from now.
“It would be more fun to keep going, but I don’t want anyone to barge in on us.” You smiled and kissed his nose. “We can cuddle or do something else.” Peter nodded. “What about that makeup thing you were talking about?” He said.
“Oh my gosh, yes let’s do that right now!” You said and stood up. “I can film it too.”
“For your tiktok I suppose?” Peter laughed. Lately you were starting to get big on tiktok for mostly your fashion videos. “Pfft of course, I gotta get all my stuff ready.” You grinned and went around your room, taking up some makeup palettes for him. Peter never really minded you putting makeup on him. He loved it actually. You set your phone up by him and started to carefully put some makeup on him.
“Just so you know, my least favorite color is green.” Peter said and relaxed as you put some eyeliner on him. You could’ve worked on his lashes but they were already long enough so he didn’t need mascara. “I know that already, we’ve been dating for a while now dummy.” You smiled to yourself and stopped the filming before going to your closet to get the clothes. “I’m not done yet!”
Peter opened his eyes a bit. “Oh christ..” He muttered and then laughed when you hit his arm. “Babe I can’t pull off that much black.” He giggled. “You sure can. Just let me do my work alright?” You smiled. Peter nodded and pecked your lips before letting you continue the makeup. You continued with the eyeliner adding some designs that you thought would look good.
“Hey can your put your highlighter on me?” Peter asked, “The uh purple looking one.” You nodded and carefully put it on his cheeks and nose. “Wow I feel so special and loved.” He smiled.
“Oh my god, you are special and loved by me.” You laughed as you finished up. “Hmm I’ll take it.” Peter said and grabbed his phone replying to a text. Throughout the day, he hadn’t done his hair and thrown on a beanie instead. You were eager to at least style his hair in some way and took off the beanie swiftly.
“No!” Peter whined and grabbed the beanie to put it back on. “Babeeee.” You whined. “Just let me do your hair.”
“Noooo.” Peter whined again, “My hair’s gonna go all fluffy and it’ll be annoying.” He said. You sighed and grabbed a black and white striped beanie. “Fine, but you have to wear this one instead.
Soon you had let Peter get changed into the clothes you picked out. He walked back into the room and looked at himself. “Fuck no. I look so weird.” He laughed.”I make it look back.” You looked at him with a shrug. “No you don’t, I like it but it’s okay if you don’t like it.”
“You did a great job with the makeup, don’t get me wrong.” Peter said, “But I just look so…I don’t look like me at all.” You looked at him and nodded slowly. “Yeah I get what you’re saying. Well you can change out of it and then dress me.”
Peter nodded and took beanie off and changed back into his sweatpants keeping on the sweater you picked out. “Alright your turn!” He smiled.
“Should I be scared?” You asked and sat on the edge of your bed. “Hmmm maybe.” Peter chuckled and grabbed your makeup. “I have practice, I practiced on myself yesterday.” He smiled and started to work on your eyes using a lot of pink.
You smiled and let him work. “I feel like I’m gonna look like a completely different person.” Peter shook his head to himself and filmed a bit on your phone. “You’ll look great.” He smiled and used blush on your nose. Then he added white eyeliner and made little hearts under your eyes.
“Andddd done.” Peter said before kissing you softly. You opened your eyes and saw him pick out a pink and white floral dress. “Oh wow- this was definitely from the back of my closet.”
“I think I saw you wear it on your insta like two years ago.” Peter said. You smiled and went to change into your closet. “Stalking my insta now?” You teased. “Maybe so,” Peter chuckled and smiled when you walked back out. “Go look at yourself.” He said and showed you to the mirror.
“Oh wow, I look prettier than before.” You said and fixed your hair. Peter walked up behind you and kissed your temple. “You’re always pretty.”
Later that night Peter was back home and was scrolling on Tik Tok. He smiled when he saw you had posted the video from earlier and decided to text you.
Peter: may said shes not a fan of the look u gave me
Y/N: but all my fans are 😌 but u dont have to wear it anymore, ur a certified soft boy
Peter: i told u and u tried to change me 😞
Y/N: i was testing the waters 😓 im sorryyyy
Peter: u would look good in my clothes
Peter: NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY U CAN JUST PULL ANYTHING OFF
Y/N: definitely did not read that in a sexual way 👁 👄 👁 but thank u bby
Summary: Y/N is paid a visit by her past, and is reminded of what she must have in the future, or else…
Warnings: language, mentions of death and violence, a creepy ex boyfriend
Pairing: Peter Parker x Villainess!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: This is just about Y/N, there’s no Peter, so if that bothers you, you can always wait until the next chapter is out. (yes I know the point of self-insert fanfic is to be able to see yourself as the character, and adding details makes that difficult, but it’s my story and I’ll give Y/N layers if I want to)
While Peter made a pitstop on his way home to talk to Ned, you head home immediately. You don’t want to risk anyone following you, as that could be catastrophic. All anyone had to do was pose as law enforcement and ask the landlord who lived in the apartment they saw you go into, and it was over for you. You could easily just warp reality so that you were in your apartment, but you tried to avoid using your abilities for everyday problems. After all, most Warpers ended up going insane, and you wanted to prolong that as long as possible. According to your father, the less you use your powers, the longer it will take for you to have a psychotic break.
Requested by@greatpizzascissorstaco: Hi, first of all i want to Say that your work is amazing and you are my favourite writer ❤️. Could you do imagin based of this gif? I found it on the internet and though it was cute, pairing is up to you :)
Pairing: Peter parker x Avenger!Stark!reader
Summary: Peter sneaks into your room at night.
Warning: Mentions of sex, language, fluff, kissing.
A/N: I wish I could add the gif here that the fic is based on but if I do, the fic won’t show up in the tags cuz Tumblr sucks.
“What the fuck—” You pushed the blankets away from you, kicking it down as you slipped out of bed, rushing towards your window.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” You yelled, helping him climb into your room.
Peter smiled up at you sheepishly, a small blush on his cheeks. “I was just—”
“You were just what?! Are you hurt? Did you get hurt on patrol again?”
“No, Y/n. I am just—”
“Why are you so stupid, huh? You dumb fuck, idiot. You always get hurt and then—”
“That’s just rude—”
“—you never fucking listen to me. You’re so reckless. Do you know how worried I am every night you leave for patrolling—”
“—I never know if you are going to come back. Or if your dumb ass is going to get itself killed—”
“Oh god! I am okay—"He pressed the button in the middle of his chest, letting the suit fall off his shoulders, pooling around his feet, leaving him just in his boxers. "I am perfectly fine!”
“I can see that.” You eyed his naked torso shamelessly before clearing your throat. Your cheeks burning as you coughed. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Peter said, shifting from foot to foot as he glanced down at himself, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Everything’s fine. I just…I just missed you.”
“You missed me?” Your eyes softened as your voice dropped to a whisper. You barely got to see him in the last week because of school work and his patrolling. And it was taking a toll on you.
You missed talking to him. You missed hearing his voice. You missed his arms and his lips. His soft kisses and whispers. His delicate touch.
The stress of school work, especially with college applications and exams have pushednyou both further apart. And it sucked because you started dating barely a month ago. And it scared you that maybe he will lose interest in you. Sure, you’ve been best friends for a few years but not being able to see each other after finally confessing sucked.
But you were glad you were not the only one who missed him.
“Y-yeah.” Peter rubbed his arm, biting his lip as he looked up at you hesitantly. “I am sorry, is that weird?”
“No, of course not.” You said, stepping forward, taking his hand in yours. You rubbed his cold hand soothingly, trying to warm him up. “I missed you a lot too. Like a lot.”
“Yeah?” He smiled softly. “I just came over because I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Oh?” You smiled teasingly as you glanced down at his chest. “Wait—you must be freezing. Let me get you some clothes.”
Peter blushed as he glanced down at himself. “Sorry, I—”
“It’s okay, I mean I was going to see you naked at some point.” You blurted out, your eyes widening as Peter choked on his spit.
“I didn't—shut up!” You turned around, your cheeks warmed up as you rushed to the door.
“Wait, no! Don’t go to my room. I don’t want your dad to find out I am here.” He rushed towards you, turning you around.
“Well, um. I-I don’t think he’d be happy about a boy being in your room, you know.” He looked away from.you, his cheeks dusted pink. “I don’t want him to think we’re doing something b-bad.”
“Makes sense.” You laughed nervously, gazing up at him. “I missed you a lot.”
“I did too.” He whispered.
“Can I kiss you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. He nodded and you leaned up, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his, swallowing your gasps as he pushed you against the door slightly.
You inhaled sharply as you broke apart. “Pick me up.”
“Pick me up, Pete.” You said, rubbing your knee against his thigh and he cursed under his breath as he scooped you up in his arms.
His arms were wrapped around your waist as you hooked your legs around his midrif, pressing your lips back to his, peppering kisses to his jaw as he moved back towards bed.
He turned around, his foot tangling in your sprawled blankets, he stumbled, loosing his balance—
“Fuck—” He groaned as his back hit the floor, a small shriek escaping your lips as you hit your head.
“You can’t even pick me up properly?” You letbout a strained laugh as you sat up, rubbing a hand over the bump on your head as Peter grunted, sitting up.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” He stood up on his knees, taking your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”
“Asking the guy who punched me while boxing last month.”
“You said you wouldn’t hold it against me!” He pouted as he rubbed your bump.
“It’s okay, don’t worry—”
You froze as you heard your dad calling your name, your eyes widening as they landed on Peter. The colour drained from his face as he scrmabled to his feet, panic rising in his chest.
“Is everything okay? I heard a scream.” Tony grabbed the doorknob. “I am coming in, alright?”
Peter immediately jummped up, sticking to the ceiling as you turned around just when the door opened, revealing a concerned Tony.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, dad!” You exclaimed, biting your lip. “Everything’s fine.”
“Then why did I hear you scream?”
“Oh, I just—it was just a spider.” You waved your hand dismissively, resisting the urge to look up at Peter.
“Wait, what’s that?” Tony moved you aside, crouching down to pick up the spiderman suit. “Is this—”
His eyes widened as he glanced up at the ceiling.
“H-hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter squeaked.
Tony clicked his tongue, glacing at you. “Just a spider, huh?”
A/N: Well would you look at that? I’m alive! I know I haven’t posted in a hot minute but uni has been hectic and is kicking my ass already. I promise that nothing has been abandoned, I will get round to your requests and Girl and a Sinner. Only Plans and Persistence has been dropped because I’m developing that into a novel.
summary: Tom having more fun on a weekend night than he thought he would.
A/N: hi there. i am still shook from how much attention my last fic got, thank you all so much, it makes me so happy. here’s another, a bit longer than usual, hope you’ll enjoy it at least as much as you liked the previous ones. let me know what you think<3
ofc bub 🥺🥺👉👈 i had to listen to it first lol. also this is fluffy, and a lil angsty. but this is just ny interpretation of the song <3
heart like yours // p.parker
He looked at the soft curves of your face in the dim room, heard the soft breaths heaving over the sound of your steady heartbeat;
he was entranced by you, all of you.
He loved your soft smiles you gave him after a rough day on patrol, the patient gazes lingering over his heart when he snapped at you. He didn’t understand how you loved him.
How someone so kind and patient and loving could ever care about him as much as you did. He was a wreck, he ruined everything he touched. And throughout everything, your heart stayed pure; it stayed gold.
He didn’t notice he was tearing up until he saw your beautiful eyes open and flood with concern upon seeing him.
“Bubba,” you started, voice still raspy from waking up only minutes ago. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
He shook his head, attempting to stop himself from crying, but he couldn’t help it.
“Nothing, baby.” He smiled through his tears, softly nestling his cheek into your palm as you wiped them away.
a loud groan and the shaking of the bed can be heard from the inside of the prince’s room along with a muffled noises that the woman beneath him is making, reaching out for her hands and locking it behind her back. the young prince picked up the pace as he tried to reach his high for today, his other hand snakes down on her head to push her deeper on the bed while he ravish her body.
“fuck, cum for me darling.” he whispered breathlessly, pleasured erupted in her stomach, the pace is too fast for her to even let out a word, the feeling is too strong to the point that she could see the galaxy with her eyes closed
a loud knock from his chamber didn’t stop the prince from pounding into her heat, heavy and hot breathing, the sound of skin slapping gets louder and louder whenever his balls will hit her flesh
“tom!” harry called out from the other side of the door, the scene inside the room is oblivious since the sound of pleasure can be heard from the hallway, the younger twin only rolled his eyes as he tried to remove the picture of his brother fucking a girl inside his head. he expected a response but didn’t get any, letting out a loud groan, he knocked for the second time so his presence can be known
his voice is deeper and louder this time “thomas!” clearly, tom heard his brother but he’s too busy running after his climax to even bother answering, he reached out for the woman’s hair before pulling it making her muffled noises be heard inside the quarter, letting his hand drop on her neck as he slowly choked her and at the same time, pulled her closer to his body. her back facing his front “you’re so fucking tight, bet no one in your life fucked you this good.” he dirty talked the poor girl
“tom open the fuck up!” harry called out for the third time “shut the fuck up harry, i don’t want to picture your face as i come.” slowly feeling pissed off at his brother’s unhealthy behavior, he barged in just in time when his juices exploded inside the condom his wearing. with a loud groan, he slowly pulled away from her, taking off the condom before shoving it on the nearest trashcan. the girl layed flatly on his bed trying to calm herself after experiencing the best climax she ever had.
“mom and dad has been requesting your presence in the dining room.” harry said while trying to keep his eyes on tom’s face. even though they’re brothers and they have seen each other naked a couple of times, harry didn’t find it reasonable for him to stare down at his rooster after witnessing him having sex
standing up from the bed, the oldest son of king dominic grabbed a glass of water from his bed side “what for?” he asked, clearly unaware of the event.
“we’ll be meeting paddy’s tutor today, did you forgot? mom has been blabbering about it since last week.” from tom, harry let his eyes move down to the unknown individual laying on the matress, the hickeys and marks are very visible on her body. he can’t help but pity her, not just her but every women who entered his brother’s chambers only to be fucked senseless and to be left just like that. like they’re some sort of toys and an object you can use for a quick fuck.
drinking from the glass, he nodded his head “didn’t know it was today.” he muttered, placing the water back on the table before letting his hand wonder in his hair, pulling it back then eyeing the person laying on his bed.
the curly haired boy take a step back before calling out a name “milagros!” and within a seconds, a middle aged woman came running inside the room holding a bath robe. clearly she already know the reason why one of the prince called upon her, she’s been doing this for almost a few years for tom, helping the ladies that tom slept with and guiding them outside of the palace.
“please take her out, thank you.” harry ordered softly
milagros, the name of the helper did what she was asked to do, helping the female stand up on her feat and covering her naked glory with a bathrobe while leading her out of the room, the twin took a step aside to give them the space they needed. “and you! hurry up and get your ass in the dining room.”
he was about to leave him alone but remember to warn his older brother “and do us a favour please? don’t try to get under her pants.” he playfully stated but you can hear the seriousness in his words
tom chuckled before shaking his head, walking towards his closet as he find a formal attire to wear “is she cute?” she asked
harry shook his head “she’s hot so back off for the sake of paddy.” and with that, harry closed the door leaving the oldest prince to wander what the mysterious golf tutor of paddy would look like, and maybe. just maybe he can keep his hand inside his pants.
“so lady y/n, what does your parents do?” king dominic asked from his chair. sam, who’s sitting not far from you gave his father a warn “dad.” to not make the lunch awkward for all of you
“what? i’m just trying to make a conversation.” the king defended himself. you seriously didn’t know why you’re nervous about this awhile ago. everything seemed to be going alright, paddy is an easy learner and already learned a few technique in golfing, soon enough he will be a pro and it will be your cue to leave and let him be, the king and queen is also pretty chill. far from your first impressions on them, the twins are comfortable to be with and always making sure their not stepping the line. you don’t know what could make this lunch even more better.
“it’s quite okay, my lord.” you said, referring to sam himself that king dominic is not stepping a line you did not even draw “my father work as a fisherman while my mom sells the fish he caught.” you said to answer his question, the king seemes to be please with it.
“you play golf often?” he asked once again
you nodded your head “i take golf lessons when i was younger then decided to tutor people who wants to learn or be better with the sport, i do that to help my parents.”
“well, if you needed help with anything or a place to stay. our door is always open for you.” queen nikki stated, you gave her a simple smile.
“thank you, my queen.” the married royals gave each other a look before giggling as if you said something funny, you didn’t quite get the reason for their actions but the king made it clear with his words “drop the formality, lady y/n.”
“you can call us by our names, we don’t mind.” the queen added, your eyes widen in response clearly not agreeing with them. being paddy’s tutor did not give you a free pass to disrespect the royalties. before you can even protest, the door inside the dining room burst open revealing the oldest son of the king and queen, thomas holland. or tom as he likes to be called
“mother, father sorry i’m late.” he voice out just after entering the room, king dominic doesn’t seems to be pleased by his son while the queen mother gave you a forced smile.
all are complete inside the room not long ago, the foods, the maids who will help just in case you all needed something more, the guards who’s standing on the side alert just in case something happened. the whole holland royalties except tom, you did not know what cause him to come late in the gathering. not that you should care since it’s not your business but by the looks of the king and how he ordered one of his sons, harry to pick up tom from his chambers. you imagined he did what he mostly do which is sleep with girls.
the young prince has a reputation in the castle, not just in the castle but in the whole city. how he slept with girls that wants to sleep with him, how he wanted to get under every woman’s pants except his mother of course. and let’s just say that you’re not quite impressed, you found it disgusting that he poke his dick inside every women’s hole whenever he can. that’s very low of him
“tom, meet lady y/n. paddy’s tutor.” queen nikki introduced, you were slightly taken a back before quickly standing up from your sit once you realized what she’s trying to do, looking up at the man in front of you who’s about to take a sit, you throw him a smile
“nice to meet you, my prince.”
to say that tom is shocked at your beauty is an understatement, you’re a goddess in his eyes, and the prince also can’t help but to ask where have you been all this time? and how come he never seen your pretty face before? your hair is done and the dress you’re wearing also didn’t leave anything in his imagination, the front is too tight and hugs your breast making them look rounder than usual, not to mention. how soft your voice is, he can’t help but wonder how your voice will sound if your squirming under him as he pound into you relentlessly.
he quickly shook the thought away before smiling back at the tutor in front of him “i could say the same, my lady.” offering his hands, you gladly gave it to him then he kisses the back of your hand, your once again taken a back by his action since none of the prince’s inside the room did that kind of courtesy, exchange of smiles and shake hands are alright but it seemed like tom took it too far, not that he’s embarrass or regretting anything. he actually love the feeling of your flesh against his lips, wondering how better it would feel if his lips are in the lower part of your body
“tom.” harry warned, reminding him the words he let out not long ago. the both of you sat down, tom taking the sit in front of you while you remained where you are before fixing your dress. probably that’s the thing you hate about this. wearing a dress that reached the ground, it made it even more harder for you to walk properly but you can’t do anything about it considering how you should look formal and presentable in front of the royals.
“pardon my son for arriving late… he did…” the queen looks at his husband for help while thinking of a scripted reason they can tell you “we asked him to run some errands.” the king continued although that’s not really what happened, base on the look of him he looked lie he just finished having sex. the messy bed hair and the hickey displayed on his neck, his flush cheeks and to add it up. his brown eyes
the married couple nodded their head and you did the same “it’s quite alright, your grace.” to be honest, you didn’t expect to eat a lunch with all the royals, if you did then you would have put a lot of effort in your appearance. you and paddy just happened to finish your session earlier than what you all expected and the queen invited you to eat lunch with them which you gladly take, saying no would be a disgrace knowing that the queen insisted.
queen nikki turned to you before holding your hand that was placed flatly on the table “it’s good to have a woman in this house, finally.” she told you
paddy murmured under his breath which you all heard “there’s always a woman in this castle, mom.”
“what i mean is, a woman who will eat with us. and like that, i really hate being the only lady in the family. we all are waiting for tom to finally come up on his right age so we can marry him off with a princess.” with that, tom throw a glare at his mother because of the subject, getting married for politics is not what he wanted, besides, he’s enjoying his life and is contented with it “or perhaps i’ve been waiting for all my sons to finally find that girl, since not of them haven’t introduced anyone to us just yet.” from the corner of your eyes, you saw how sam stiffen from his seat.
let’s just say that the lunch almost go well, almost. you talk here and there, ask questions, answered all of them, then they told you a funny story about the royal family. you laugh, you eat, it doesn’t felt like you’re just paddy’s tutor for a moment, you felt safe, welcomed, happy and accepted even though you’re family is considered a low level in the city, you were treated fairly like you’re one of them. you’re too overwhelmed and comfortable
but then, you felt tom’s foot slightly touched yours from beneath the table, at first you shrug it off thinking that maybe he just happened to accidentaly put his feet on top of yours, you continued conversating with the hollands, and then you felt his feet starting riding up to your ankle in the most seductive way, you jolted from the touch before making eye contact with the prince in front of you who’s already staring back at you. he didn’t seem to be embarrass that he’s just caught staring at the tutor of his brother or the oblivious action he’s doing under the table.
the queen noticed you jolted and she asked you “are you alright, y/n? do you need anything?” she asked concern. by the hours pass by, you and the hollands decided to come in an agreement to drop the formalities and be in the first name basis which you turned down at first but then the king looks at you with that eye, so you just agree afraid that he will take your head if you disagree once more
“i’m fine, just… i’m just… i’m okay.” you nervously told her before retreating your legs closer to you, not wanting to have any contact with prince tom.
tom is actually fascinated by your actions, he thought you will give in or maybe already giving in just like those other girls because you didn’t move your feet during the first time, but then ended up backing off after realizing what he’s trying to do. he smirked from his seat before eyeing your flushed face, red from embarrassment or some other reasons he already know, he thought that maybe this coming days will be more interesting than he tought it would be. considering that he’s taken a quite liking on lady y/n, golf tutor of paddy holland.
You and Peter were sitting in his room, books of different subjects scattered around you both. You guys had your midterms going on, so, weekends were often spent like this; studying. You both had been studying for the past four hours and now you were exhausted.
“Hey, Pete?” You looked up from your chemistry book.
“Yeah?” He spoke without looking at you, his face buried deep in the book in his hands.
“Can we take a break?” You huffed, pushing the heavy book away from you.
“You can, I’ll just study for a little bit more,” He replied, his attention still on his book.
“Petey, come on! We’ve been studying for four hours straight now,” You whined.
“I know, I know but just a few minutes more,” His gaze was still fixated on the book. Before you could protest further, you heard the familiar sound of an ice-cream truck outside Peter’s apartment.
“Peter!” You poked him.
“Ouch! What?” He finally looked at you, annoyed.
“Do you hear that?” You asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“The ice-cream truck,” You pointed out.
“Yeah, so?” He looked at you with oblivion.
“Peter! It’s an ice-cream truck! Let’s go get some ice-cream!” You were already on your feet, slipping on your shoes.
“You wanna chase an ice-cream truck?” He chuckled.
“Yes, now, let’s go! Move!” He chuckled at your enthusiasm and followed you outside.
Peter and you made it to the ice-cream truck right on time and managed to buy your favorites.
“I can’t believe you made me chase an ice-cream truck,” Peter chuckled, licking his ice-cream.
“It was worth it, though, you were literally running so fast” You chuckled in response.
“Yeah, I guess it was worth it,” He huffed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him.
Okaie so you’re in the lab, making something, whatever you want. Your dad is in a meeting so no cockblockers, no Avengers either, they’re doing their business. You know Peter will be here any second though, so you keep the windows open, cause he prefers windows than doors. You’re lost in your work (the technical one) so you don’t hear Petey boi crawling in, and then next thing you know he goes “BOO!” You jump out of your skin and come face to face with your spider-boyfriend.
Peter: heheheh didja get scared? *wiggles eyebrows*
Summary: When Y/N adopts a shelter dog, her house becomes full of love. What she doesn’t realise is that she got more than she bargained for when bringing little Wiggles home. One night Wiggles disappears and leaves a handsome, butt naked man in his wake.
This is a high fantasy AU! Involves magic and mayhem, hence the name. As strange as it is, Tom starts this story out as a dog, a little Pitbull type (Pitbull isn’t a real breed oop) named Wiggles.
There was something just so rewarding about adopting a shelter dog. A dog that had been through so much and come so far. All of her life, Y/N had wanted to adopt a shelter dog. A small dog, not something that could crush her while she slept. She had been following the local shelter on social media since she was a teenager, and her heart broke every time she saw the little terriers and the unwanted Rottweilers cross her timeline.
A/N: IM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS! I haven’t been looking at my asks because I assumed I didn’t have any, then I started Uni a month ago and I’ve been busy with that. I apologize I hope this is good!
Request: prompt#14 “My grandpa called me over to his house to give me his 4 giant change jars that he’s been collecting for my college fund.”
It was barely 3 in the morning when your phone rang. The shrill sound of your ringtone scared out of your sleep. “What?” Your hoarse voice stumbles past your dry lips and you squint into your dark room.
“Come over,” Peter whispers and you groan. He sounded wide awake and you weren’t here for it, you had basically just fallen into a deep sleep and now it would be probably forever until you can get that way again.
“Peter, it’s,” you pause squinting at your phone trying to see the time. Your eyes burn a little, was your screen always this bright? “3:05 in the morning. I’ll come over later.”
“Please? I promise it’ll be great.”
“Give me one reason why I should come over.”
“My grandpa called me over to his house to give me his 4 giant change jars that he’s been collecting for my college fund.”
“And I have them right now and they’re fucking huge!”
“Look, just help me count all the change and I’ll give you half.”
“Half? I thought it was for college?”
“Well, yeah, but look. He doesn’t know about the spider-man thing, or that Mr.Stark has got me all set up.”
“I thought you told him you didn’t want him to pay for your schooling?”
“I did but he paid anyway. So come here.”
“You know if I only get like 10 dollars I’ll kill you right?”
You and Peter had been friends for years, still you only recently found out about him being Spiderman. Ever since then, you wait for him every night and even though he always came back fine, you decided to buy a first-aid kit just incase.
One night he comes through the window like always, but something was different, usually he would already start talking about what happened while he was still outside, but that night he just groaned in pain.
“Oh my god..Peter are you okay? What happened?” you ask worried.
You help him sit down on his bunk-bed while he explained why he had cuts all over his face.
“Alright, just go change and I’ll treat your wounds or else you’ll get an infection”
As you’re getting everything you need from the kit, Peter asks “where’d you get that? I never knew we had a first aid kit”
“Oh, I just figured you’d need it some day” you mumble. “Now sit down here” you nodded towards the bed.
To reach one particular spot you have to lean forwards really uncomfortably and Peter notices that, what you don’t know is that he’s had a crush on you for quite a while now. It’s not that you didn’t return those feelings, you were just oblivious to his sweet behaviour whenever you were around.
His next move surprises you both, considering he really isn’t the bold type but he grabbed your hips and swiftly sat you on his lap before he could even register what he was doing.
Both of you start blushing a lot and you’re just trying to focus on cleaning his wound while he keeps apologizing.
“Peter, calm down, it’s fine okay? This is much better actually” you managed to shut him up for a solid few minutes.
After a bit you’ve treated all of his cuts and put your hands on his shoulders. Warmly smiling you look into his eyes, he’s about to say something but you cut him off by blurting out “I love you”
You didn’t mean to say it, not yet, it just slipped from your mouth the moment you realized you wanted to do this forever, you wanted to always take care of him when one of his missions didn’t go so well. You just always wanted to stay by his side.
The silence fills you up with fear of rejection and losing such a great friendship, it’s obvious he wouldn’t want someone like you, of course-
Suddenly you feel the warmth of his lips on yours, just to be left empty when he pulls away wincing in pain.
It seems like both of you forgot about the cut on his lip that was still open. You just kiss his non-injured cheek and give him a tight hug.