The best thing about the Danny Phantom x Spiderman ship is the v vivid image of Peter brightly talking about his boyfriend to stark and/or literally anyone he knows and they assume that they'll meet a similar, mild-mannered teen and is instead greeted by an eye-glowing lovecraften biohazard. So while Tony I-thought-nothing-could-surprise-me Stark is sweating bullets Peter is all like <3 thats my bab! :) at a literal local cryptic.
Peter Parker who is just like obsessed with boobs. That’s all good want. Some nice comedic fluffiness😚
word count: 532
warnings: boobs :)
a/n: thank you so much for requesting! we love a boob-obsessed king. hope you enjoy!
Peter loved your tits. It was like second nature wrapping his arms around you in the night to cup your breasts. Or nuzzling his head into your chest as you watch a movie, using your boobs as pillows for his tired head.
It all started a few weeks after you started dating. You were laying in your room watching a movie, cuddled up to Peter’s side. When you decided to turn off the lights for the night you sat up, unintentionally hitting Peter with your tits.
“Oops, sorry,” You chuckled at his surprised face.
But Peter wasn’t mad. If anything it just made him love you more. He never realized, what with his scarce dating knowledge, how soft and jiggly boobs were. To say he was hook was an understatement.
You laid back down after the lights were out, tried, and read to head to bed. But Peter’s mind was whirling. He just wanted to touch them, just for a second.
“(Y/N)?” Peter whispered in the dark, only the light of the TV danced around the room.
“Hm?” You hummed out, contently listening to Peter’s heartbeat, noticing how it began to speed up.
“Can I—well, you know how we’re dating, right?”
“No, Peter, I had no idea,” You said sarcastically, but Peter didn’t pick up on that.
“What?! What do you mean? Remember at the park, remember? We kissed and then I swear you agreed—”
“Peter, I’m just messing with you,” You chuckled, gently stroking his cheek to calm him down, “what’s got you all worked up?”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Peter mumbled, loving the warmth from your hand on his skin, “um, well I-I was just wondering…”
“I-If we’re dating—which we are—could I maybe—only if you want to, o-or if you’re okay with it—I kinda wanna, possibly—I just wanna—could I—”
“Peter just spit it out!” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder.
“May I touch your breasts please?” Peter said softly.
You looked at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. “(Y/N),” Peter whined, “I’m serious! I just wanna feel them.”
“I know,” You wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye, “you just sounded like a little boy asking to use the restroom in a British boarding school.”
Peter let out a groan, flopping down into the pillows like a fish.
“Peter,” You giggled, “you’re my boyfriend, of course you can touch my tits. You can kiss them too if you’d like.”
“Really?” Peter lit up, reaching out to touch you before quickly retracting his hand, “this isn’t a trick, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah it is, you caught me. My tits are electric and I was trying to electrocute you. Darn, my plan has been foiled.”
“I’m gonna go out on a whim here and say that that was sarcasm.” Peter eyed you suspiciously before finally putting a hand on your boob and giving it a gentle squeeze. It was so soft and jiggly and all he wanted to do was fall asleep on them.
Forgetting to go home, that’s how Wanda found you the next morning. Both asleep with Peter’s hands tucked under your t-shirt, clutching your breasts.
warning/notes: female pronouns, super slight angst, fluff, mention of death (light heartedly)
summary: Y/N cares for her boyfriend, yet he can’t pay attention to anything but her his clothing.
request/prompt: fluff prompts 3. “are you wearing my shirt?”, 7. “you’re hot when you’re angry.” & 37. “okay, where are all my jumpers?”
word count: 855
It was a disaster.
A complete and utter disaster.
“Oh my god” you mutter to yourself, sight hidden by the cups of your hands.
The flashes of light of the television corrupt the calm atmosphere of your Queens apartment. You originally planned to have a relaxed night, time to yourself, a much needed break. That was the plan. But instead, here you sat, in front of your old box set TV watching your boyfriend swing from buildings on national television.
You sigh as you brush your hair off your face, looking up towards the empty ceiling. Why couldn’t Peter just have a nice night, settling down with his girlfriend? Oh, that’s right. Because he’s Peter Parker.
As thoughts overwhelm your racing mind, you quickly grab the TV remote and hover your thumb over the ‘off’ button. What if you missed something important? You shake your head, ceasing the thoughts and turn the television off. He’d be home any second now, he always was.
The tiny roman numeral wall clock read, 10:05pm. You paced the small New York City apartment, nail biting as you ponder your thoughts.
Is he okay?
Should I turn the TV back on, just in case...
Maybe he’s injured
He could be dea-
You fly towards the kitchen window, greeted with the frame of him. Peter.
He spreads his arms out, ready to have you engulf him into a warm, tight and long-awaited embrace. Instead, you begin to march over, ready to strike at any moment. How dare he do this to you?
“Peter Parker” you scowl, staring into his innocent and cowering eyes. His body language had completely flipped. Peter immediately dropped his welcoming arms by his side, and prepared himself for the complete shit-show that was about to unleash, all thanks to you.
Face to face with your boyfriend, you take a deep inhale, before questioning, “Where have you been, Peter?”
He lowers his head, looking around as if to find someone to defend him. “I-I was just, you know, fighting crime. Neighbour Spider-Man...and all”
“Ugh!”, you throw your head back in frustration. “Peter, I...I just,”
Peter looks you up and down, his eyes landing on your, his shirt.
“What!” you yell, pleading with your hands and furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Peter shakes his head and quickly gathers himself,
“No, no it’s nothing. Nothing” he confirms attempting not to smirk to himself.
“What? Tell me!” you pester further, stomping your feet as though you were a child throwing a tantrum.
“It’s really nothing. Really” Peter lightly chuckles, folding his arms as he leans against the window frame.
If looks could kill Peter would be 6 feet under by now. You arch your eyebrow in a way that communicated, ‘well, go on’.
“It’s just...are you wearing my shirt?” He gestures towards the shirt reading, ‘I survived my trip to NYC’
You pause, dumbfounded almost as you look down to confirm his accusation.
“You know what, maybe I am!” you divert, placing your hands on your hips in order to appear more confident. “So what! I’m not the crazy Spider-Man swinging from sky-rises in my free time, that should be spent with my girlfriend!”
He sighs, throwing his head back before gathering his words.
“I’m sorry! I really am”, Peter begins to make his way towards you, displaying his puppy eyes as he sulks. “I’m sorry” he repeats, holding your hands gently.
“Can you just, please never do that again?”, you plead. “I get so worried about you, Peter. I miss you, just please don’t do that”.
Peter brings his hands up to his lips, pecking them lovingly.
“I promise” he smiles, the way he does. “And besides, you’re hot when your angry. Just makes me love you more than I already do”.
You bite your lip slightly, pulling him into a very much needed embrace.
“In all honesty, i’m completely exhausted” he murmurs into the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to his body.
“Well sure you are, being a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man would tend to get exhausting every so often” you tease.
Peter places a delicate peck onto your soft lips, before leading your hand towards your shared bedroom.
The warm sheets of the bed engulf your figure as you wait for Peter to finish brushing his teeth, as well as fighting the constant urge to fall asleep.
Nights were growing colder in Queens, New York. The constant heating system flowing throughout your apartment didn’t aid you in staying awake at night either.
You hear the faucet of the kitchen sink turn off, signalling that your boyfriend is finally joining you in bed.
“I’m surprised you’re still awake” he teases as he opens his side of the joint closet.
You yawn in response, “don’t get your hopes up”. You begin fluttering your eyes closed momentarily as the exhaustion overtakes you.
“I’m coming, i’m coming” he smiles, searching for something warmer than the thin layer of sheets to protect his body during the night.
The shuffling ceases, causing you to open your eyes in confusion due to the change of scene.
summary: fifty bucks to kiss the new guy, what can go wrong
pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader
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"You want to do what!" You looked at Sam and Pietro
"Fifty bucks to kiss the recruit." Sam repeated smirking.
"What if he's old, I'm in high school remember." You reminded the three.
"Don't worry, he's in high school." Pietro confirmed. "We wouldn't give you the dare if he was older."
You eyed the two of them, it was no secret that you practically did anything anyone asked you which prompted everyone on the team excluding your dad to do something stupid, which you followed through.
"I want $25 now." You stuck out your hand.
"Aren't you worth over 12 billion dollars?" Pietro furrowed his brows.
"My dad is." You shrugged. "I have less than $100 in my bank account."
Sam pulled out his wallet handing you the $25. You smirked, pocketing the money in your back pocket before starting to walk out of the room.
"Call me when they get here!" You yelled over your shoulder.
You heard the alert calling for the team to meet in the conference room. You sauntered taking your designated spot next to Wanda, across from Natasha.
You leaned on your hand, listening to your father go over to protocols, something he did whenever someone new joined the team. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam and Pietro smirking knowing your newest teammate will be here today.
You three laid on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, trying to agree on what to watch.
"Ahem!" You turned to see your dad and a man in a mask next to him. You recognized him as Spiderman, someone your dad had been talking about recently. "Everyone, this Spiderman, the newest Avenger."
You droned out your dad's voice staring at man feeling some sense of familiarity towards him. It wasn't until Pietro slapped your shoulder, you remembered the bet.
Springing out of your seat, you walked towards Spiderman, lifting up the bottom of his mask. You wasted no time kissing him, letting your hands rest under his jaw.
"Welcome to the team." You whispered before pulling off the rest of his mask.
The boy was no older than you were, his hair was stuck in every direction, his lips swollen and his cheeks red.
"W-What-" He stammered looking at your eyes. "You're Y/n Stark."
"I am, and you are?" You traced your fingers on the spider emblem on his chest.
"P-Peter Parker." He stuttered.
"Well then I'll see you around Peter Parker." You kissed his cheek.