leiawithtoomanyaddictions

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everyones a matt girl

see chris and justin just get it

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he didnt fall as much as i did

me as a kid when mum put me in charge of pushing the shopping cart.

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I WOULD NEVA

when i’m reading smut and they use the word “daddy” 💔 like wrap it up

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boaf? BOAF

fawwwk they’re gonna get me in trouble

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Caught in the Act (Kinda)

summary: peter and y/n stark are in a secret relationship. one night he sneaks into her room at the avengers tower after a patrol shift as spider-man. accidentally setting off the silent alarm making tony burst into her room to find them together, misunderstanding the situation…

warnings: kissing, nudity?, reader has powers (healing), stark!reader, pet names (baby)

You were curled up in bed wearing your favorite oversized Stark Industries tee and flannel pajama shorts, trying to focus on the novel in your lap when you heard the gentle thud of a landing on your balcony.

You didn’t even flinch. You knew that sound like your own heartbeat.

With a smile tugging at your lips, you padded to the window and opened it just wide enough for Peter to slip through. He stumbled inside, half-limping, his mask already off and his curls damp with sweat.

“Hey,” he whispered, breathless.

“Hey, baby,” you whispered back, helping him inside.

You spotted the way he was holding his side and frowned. “You’re hurt again.”

Peter winced as he tried to shrug off his suit. “I got thrown into a dumpster. Not my best moment.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for him. “Sit down. Let me see.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to—”

“Peter,” you warned, voice already soft with energy as your fingertips began to glow with the warm shimmer of your healing powers. “Shut up and sit.”

He obeyed with a smile, stripping down to his boxers so you could get a clear look at the forming bruise across his ribs. The moment your fingers touched his skin, the bruise pulsed with a dull light, and he hissed before sighing in relief.

“You’re getting better at that,” he murmured.

“You keep showing up broken,” you said. “I have a lot of practice.”

He grinned. “Still worth it.”

Once you were satisfied with the healing—at least enough that he wouldn’t wake up groaning—you leaned over and kissed him. Soft. Familiar. Comforting.

It was one of those slow kisses, the kind that made your heart skip and forget the fact that you were sneaking around your genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist father. Peter’s arms circled around your waist as he leaned into you, gently pulling you back toward the bed.

“Can I stay?” he whispered against your lips.

“You’re already half-naked and in my bed. Might as well.”

He chuckled and pulled you onto his lap his arms circling your waist. Your hands crept up his neck playing with the curls that laid on the nape of his neck. Just as he was about to kiss you again—

You barely had time to register it before the door flew open.

“WHAT THE—ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

Tony Stark stormed into the room in a tank top, sleep pants, and sheer rage. His arc reactor pulsed brighter than usual—definitely not good.

Peter immediately stood up covering his growing boner with his hands. You fixed your shirt, eyes wide in pure shock.

Tony’s eyes locked onto Peter. Then to you. Then to Peter’s half naked body.

Then to your red swollen lips.

“What. The. FUCK.” he growled.

You walked towards him. “Dad, wait—it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Tony snapped. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks a hell of a lot like Bug-Boy is half-naked in my daughter’s bed!”

Peter raised both hands. “Mr. Stark, I swear—”

Tony pointed a finger at him. “Don’t Mr. Stark me! I gave you mentorship! I gave you tech! And this is how you repay me?!”

You stepped between them, glowing hands already pulsing slightly. “He was injured. I healed him. That’s why he’s here.”

“And the kissing? Was that part of the healing process too?!” Tony barked.

“Dad,” you said, forcing calm into your voice. “We’re together. We’ve been together. We didn’t tell you because we knew you’d freak out. Just like you are right now.”

Tony stared at you. Then at Peter. Then back at you.

“You think I’m freaking out now?” he scoffed, hands on his hips. “You’re my daughter. He’s like—a friendly neighborhood science nerd with a motor mouth. There are rules.”

“Sorry, sir.”

You exhaled and grabbed Tony’s shoulders. “We’re not being reckless. I know how to take care of myself. And Peter—he’s not just some guy. He’s my boyfriend. He’s been there for me when I was overwhelmed by my powers. He’s protected me. He loves me.”

Tony froze.

Peter froze.

You froze.

Tony blinked.

“You love her?”

Peter straightened like a soldier. “Yes, sir. I do.”

Tony sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “God, I miss the days when all I had to worry about was alien invasions.”

You let go of him after a squeeze on his shoulders. “We’re okay. Really.”

He stood there stiffly, then relented with a sigh. “Fine. You’re adults. Mostly.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“But if I ever catch you sneaking into this tower again after midnight, I’m taking away your suit. Both of yours!”

Peter nodded quickly. “Understood.”

Tony glanced at Peter’s boxers again and shook his head. “Next time, wear pants, for god’s sake.”

And with that, he turned and left, muttering, “Friday, remind me to reinforce the silent alarm with something that actually works.”

The door shut.

Peter let out the longest exhale of his life. Sitting down on your bed rubbing his eyes. “That… could’ve gone worse.”

You sat on the bed beside him, heart still racing. “Yeah. But now he knows.”

Peter smiled, laying down and pulling you close into his embrace. “I’d get yelled at by Tony Stark a hundred times if it meant I could still have this.”

You kissed him again. “Good. Because you might just have to.”