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Hey! Could you do something really cute and awkward with the reader and peter, like they keep getting caught cuddling or kissing by Tony? Don’t worry if not, just thought it’d be funny ❤️

made it stark!reader x peter soooo

“your dad would actually kill me if he sees me in here.”

your coy smile had him narrowing his eyes, the mask’s white lenses giving his expression away. “oh don’t look at me like that, it’ll be fine,” you scoffed, waving a hand. “now would you please just- come in? it’s really cold outside and you’re not helping.” to emphasize, you jumped up and down, rubbing at your arms whilst your teeth chattered.

being the dutiful boyfriend he was, peter parker slipped inside his girlfriend’s room (which, by the way, was off-limits), closing the window after him. you smiled again, sweeter this time, and he refused to acknowledge his racing heart or the fact that you had him totally wrapped around your finger.

“come over you said,” he grumbled to himself, smacking the spider symbol of his suit, allowing it to deflate around his body. “my dad won’t mind you said. don’t worry peter, he won’t kill you and ship you off into space, noooo. if he really didn’t mind, i wouldn’t have to come in through the window.” he crossed his arms over his chest like petulant child.

you snorted.

honestly, what a baby.

“i just wanted to spend time with my darling, amazing, handsome boyfriend peter.”, you purred, honey practically dripping from each word you spoke. you stepped close to him and pulled the mask off his head, revealing his flushed features. you huffed in amusement at the sight, cupping his warm cheek and stroking lovingly at the reddened skin.

“alright,” you clapped your hands together, grinning excitedly. “get comfy spidey, we got movies to marathon.”

“i hate you stark.”

“you also said you weren’t coming over, yet here we are.”

his lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. you felt your chest swell with pride and adoration for this boy. honestly, what a tsundere.

“c’mon.” you flung yourself onto your bed with a pleased sigh, already sinking into the soft mattress. you propped yourself up on your elbows and patted the spot next to you. you watched peter slip out of the suit, the fabric pooling around his feet, and you smiled when you saw his iron man pajamas (a gag gift you got him for your 1 year anniversary; he said he’d never wear them, but look at him now).

he hesitated by the foot of your bed, one leg bent and hovering over the mattress as if touching it would set him on fire. actually, tony stark would set him on fire if he ever found peter in his daughter’s room. hell, he’d do much worse if peter was in her bed.

“i seriously don’t think this is a good idea.” his teeth worried his bottom lip and you rolled your eyes in fond exasperation. “i’m serious ________! what if he comes in here? he’ll skin me alive!”

“he won’t pete, but if he tries anything i’ll make him back off.” you made a crossing motion over your heart and winked to reassure him. “i promise.” peter huffed, a pretty shade of red coating his cheeks. it’s precious really and you told him so, watching that red darken while he fights off a smile.

“since you promised…”, he huffed, chuckling to himself. peter, being the extra headass he was, placed both hands on the mattress and pushed, lifting himself into a handstand before somersaulting onto the spot next to you. you put on your best unimpressed face, shaking your head slowly. “oh whatever, it was cool.”

peter reached over and pinched your nose gently, laughing at the way your face scrunched up in protest. “wow my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world.”, he said sarcastically.

you grabbed one of the pillows next to you and flung it at his face, lips tugged in a smirk. “yeah and don’t you forget it.” you laughed as he sputtered and threw the pillow away from him, the menacing glare he gave you sending you into another fit of giggles.

“alright, that’s it! you asked for it stark!” suddenly, his hands were on you, his fingers digging gently into your sides. you spit out a startled laugh and tried to jerk away from him, but he only pinned you back down and continued his tickling.

“Oh my god oh my god- haha! P-Peter haha! St-Sto-Haha! I’m gonna d-die!”, you choked out between giggles, slapping at his arms weakly. he stopped, deciding to show you mercy, and leaned down to kiss your cheek, then your forehead.

“i suppose you’ve learned from your mistake.” he smiled, cheeky. his hands stayed on your sides and squeezed, his lips molding over yours. “your laugh is adorable.”, he mumbled. you flushed a bright red, slapping at his arm again. “shut up parker.”

“make me.”

“or maybe I can.”

both of your heads shoot up in alarm, only to be met with tony stark himself standing by the doorway, full armor on and the palm of his hand aiming at peter. “oh shit!”, you exclaimed. peter’s mouth is agape, his entire body trembling in fear. “dad stop! you’re scaring him!”

“that’s the point sweetheart.” his mask opens, revealing a very displeased bitchface. “keep your hands and lips away from my daughter spider-boy.”

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sweat, or no sweat, I’d kiss/lick/bite my way down from his neck to that v-line.

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Ok ok here me out, a Steve x reader where they both have feelings for each other and one night at the compound the reader teaches Steve how to dance and it’s all loosely based on the scene in Dirty Dancing where they are dancing to ‘Hey Baby’?

ask and you shall receive :^)

IM A SAP OKAY

the compound was empty for once, not a hero or god or even android in sight.

steve relished in the rare peace and was happy to find that the television was all his for the night. usually he’d be fighting bucky or clint over the remote, only for it to be taken out of their hands by a smug natasha. not tonight, though. tonight was steve’s night.

so there he was, captain america, national icon and america’s sweetheart, sprawled lazily across the couch while clicking mindlessly through television shows, hair a blonde mess and clothes all ruffled and mussed up. he groaned in displeasure when he came across yet another chick flick, all romantic cliches and a sickenly sweet plot that made him disgusted… and slightly envious if he were being honest.

steve could only watch, slightly intrigued as the innocent baby was being taught how to swivel her hips by the roguish johnny, snorting at the awkwardness of it all. he tensed when he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming his way and made to sit up, but a set of small hands pushed him down gently by the shoulders. “hey stevie,” your soothing voice in his ear had him melting in his place, body slumping back into the cushions. “whatcha watchin’ there?”

his eyes brightened upon seeing your face and your plump lips pulled into a smile as you gazed fondly down on him. “romance movie,” he said, cheeks growing embarrassingly warm the longer you stared at him. “i was just-” he was cut off by your excited squeal and suddenly, you’re plopping down on the couch and leaning back against his outstretched legs. a wide grin adorned your face and his heart stuttered at the sight.

“dirty dancing! i love this movie!”, you exclaimed, smacking gently at his knee when you caught sight of him raising his eyebrows. “oh shush steve! it’s not what you think!”

steve’s lips parted to respond, but all thoughts of teasing you were thrown out the window when he caught sight of what you were wearing. you were swaddled in an oversized hoodie, looking ridiculously cute and tiny with your sweater paws. then he saw your bare legs and wow, would you look at that. your hoodie barely brushed the top of your smooth thighs and he sighed in relief (and slight disappointment, but let’s not get into that) when he saw your shorts peeking out from beneath your hoodie.

christ, if only you knew how much he longed for you. for your touch, your affection, your presence; he just wanted all of you.

he was shaken out of his stupor when he heard a loud “aww!” and he quickly shook his head to rid himself of the lovesick haze he was under, feeling ashamed for ogling you so blatantly. he turned his head to focus on the television instead, watching as baby and johnny dance goofily on a log. steve felt his lips twitch in amusement when he heard you squeal again, your hand slapping at his knee repeatedly. “oh my god steve, look at them! they’re so cute!”, you babbled, hands waving around animatedly as you continued to talk about how cute of a couple they were.

you stopped your enthusiastic rambling when you heard the deep rumble of steve’s laughter and you looked at him in awe as he threw his head back to laugh some more.

he was gorgeous.

his eyes were a perfect spring sky, squinted in mirth and gleaming beautifully with glee, his smile warmer than the gentle sun. you were enthralled by this man, this beautiful man with a heart of gold and with looks that can rival a god’s.

after a silent debate with yourself, you took the remote and turned the television off, his laughter dying down only to be replaced with confusion. “________?” you turned to face him, putting on a brave face as to not give away your anxiety.

“dance with me?” you grinned and held an expecting hand out to him. you watched with slight trepidation as his face fell, a frown on those pretty lips.

“i’m sorry, i-i can’t.”

you quickly pushed the disappointment that began to creep around your heart, not one to back down without a fight. “c’mon cap, don’t you wanna dance with me?”

god does he want to, especially when you were looking at him like that. with your pleading eyes and kissable lips pursing into the cutest pout he’s ever seen. it drove him crazy.

“oh doll…” steve sighed, carding a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous fashion. “i do want to dance with you. trust me, i do. i just- i’ve never really…”, he trailed off, averting his gaze from you.

“danced before?” your lips curled into a frown, wanting those baby blue eyes on you.

“i was frozen before i ever could.”

his bitterness did not go unnoticed by you and you reached out to take his hand in yours, twining your fingers through his. “steve.” his pale cheeks flooded with red, he lightly squeezed your hand and peered up at you through his lashes. “it’s okay, steve. i can teach you.” your smile was reassuring, eyes gentle and kind.

god damnit, he was whipped.

at his reluctant nod, you cheered and hurriedly stood up, pulling at his hand. “friday, could you play ‘hey baby’ by bruce channel?”, you called. your breath hitched as steve rose to his full height, hands still intertwined and body so close to yours. you didn’t even notice the music was playing until steve pointed it out, his eyebrows raised in delight.

“this song is pretty catchy ________.” you hummed in agreement and stepped even closer to him, forehead to chin, chest to chest. you heard his sharp inhale, wondered if he was just as affected as you were.

“put your hand on my hip.”, you instructed. he obeyed, of course, but not without dying a million times inside at the mere thought of touching you and holding you this close. his hand met the soft material of your hoodie, teeth digging into the soft expanse of his bottom lip. “pull me closer.” your honeyed voice whispered in his ear, quiet and rich, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth.

he tugged you by the hip, crushing your bodies together. he’s overwhelmed by your scent, a sweet vanilla penetrating his senses, leaving him pleasantly dizzy. “what next?”, he whispered himself, voice like gravel and laced with want.

“you let the music move you.”

your body fit him perfectly and together as one, you swayed slowly to the music. he could feel your soft breath on his neck, your warmth in his arms, your hand in his.

’She’s so pretty, Lord, she’s fine I’m gonna make her mine, all mine Hey, hey baby I want to know if you’ll be my girl’

steve chuckled at the irony and stepped back to twirl you around then back into his embrace, your giggles a melody of their own. “i want to know,” he began to sing, looking down at the beaming you. “if you’ll be my girl.”

if only you knew he meant it.

“hey, hey baby.”, you sang as well, letting go of his hand and securely wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i want to know if you’ll be my girl.” his free hand slid down your slide to rest on your other hip, noticing the hitch of your breath, the shyness of your smile. the song came to a smooth end, the music fading.

he knew what he had to do.

the playfulness was gone and replaced with an intensity you’ve never seen in steve. the music was gone now, your quiet breaths the only sound. still, he said, “i want to know if you’ll be my girl.”

your blinding smile was enough of an answer for him.

his mouth pressed down on yours tenderly, his lips softer and less chapped than you expected, but addicting. your arms pulled him closer, closer, closer until there’s no more space left to give.

he’s dreamt of this moment, this kiss, always his imagination. but now he knew; how you tasted, the feel of your lips on his, the heat of your body. “i love you,” he muttered, kissing you again and again. “i love you…”

“i love you too.���, you breathed, running your fingers through his golden locks, twirling it around your fingers. “i love you steve.”

you danced the night away, swaying to a silent rhythm, making up for lost time.

steve couldn’t have asked for a better date.

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request box open

hey guys, thanks for the love on my first fic! just letting y’all know i take requests and well, i’m feeling pretty productive today so request away :^)!

im open to anything (nsfw included)

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not to be dramatic or anything, but I would literally die for peter parker

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warmth

my first peter parker fic, let me know what you think ( ━☞´◔‿ゝ◔`)━☞

summary: a late night filled with confessions

warnings: heavy kissing and well, peter’s shirtless. no smut though

the clock read 3 a.m.

all was quiet in the facility. no steve vs tony arguments, no boastful laughter from thor, no awkward bruce and natasha interactions, or the sickenly sweet ones between wanda and vision.

just pure silence.

peter liked the silence, liked the avengers’ noises too but the peace was nice for a change. he thought of the morning, when everyone would awaken and begin their daily squabbles or amusing banter. he thought of you, how you’d emerge from your bedroom with your messy bed hair and droopy eyes. how you’d smile and greet him with a cheery “g’morning peter!” he’d ruffle your hair and long for a morning kiss as he always does. he’s never received one, never will at the rate he was going.

you were gentle, kind, but a fighter when need be. you were always so determined and serious during missions, but at home you were soft and whiny. he loved the duality. your jokes and playful insults made him laugh, and your smile left him breathless, the sight so wholesome and nice that he’d happily die on the spot.

he padded quietly to the kitchen as more and more thoughts of you popped into his head, his lips parting to exhale a tired sigh. “god i’m pathetic.” peter grumbled to himself, jerking the refrigerator door open. the cool air made him shiver, gooseflesh rising on his skin. damnit, he knew he should’ve grabbed a shirt. he hugged himself and looked through the contents in the fridge, hands rubbing into his arms to rid of the cold.

“peter?” peter jumped and nearly slammed into the refrigerator door in his rush to turn around. his eyes met yours and all tension seemed to melt from his body, a hand coming to rest on his racing heart. “holy shit, you scared me,” he groaned.

he watched you laugh, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners and how your whole face seemed to brighten even in the dim lighting of the kitchen. “yeah, yeah, laugh it up why don’t you?” he chuckled, the sound fond even to his own ears.

“should’ve seen your face!”, you gasped, slapping at the marble counter. “i should’ve recorded it!” he rolled his eyes and playfully punched your arm, choosing not to acknowledge your adorable snort.

“i came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.”

“outdated memes are forbidden parker.”

he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “really? since when?” he had to fight the smile that threatened to worm its way onto his face, your ‘threatening’ face too precious to ignore.

“since i said so punk!” you shook your fist at him, nose scrunched and lips pursed in a mock angry pout, making him giggle. “why’re you even up this late?” he looked over at the fridge, still opened and waiting.

“just wanted a snack. was feeling a bit hungry, you?”

“same here.”

he cocked his head towards the fridge, eyebrows raised. “you want me to get something for you too?” you nodded and he was back to rummaging through its contents, unaware of your mischievous smirk.

your arms wrapped around his middle and you ignored his jolt of surprise, holding him close as you rest your head between his shoulders. his breath stopped. “you’re warm...”, you said, a murmur he could barely decipher. he felt you move, nuzzling into his bare back as if to get closer; and he had to suppress a fanboy screech when he felt you smile against his skin.

he was dying, legitimately dying, there was no way peter could survive with a heartbeat this fast.

“i can hear it you know,” you teased, placing your hand where his heart was, feeling the beat hammering against your palm. peter swallowed, nervous, a million excuses running through his head. “it’s okay, mine’s beating pretty fast too.”

he turned in your arms, dark eyes searching yours. you smiled gently at him, pink lips curved so prettily he couldn’t help but stare. your arms unwound themselves from his waist, but before he could protest or apologize, you’re leaning in, pressing your foreheads together and cupping peter’s face with both hands. “__-________?”, he stuttered, shaky breath against your lips.

“i really hope i’m not reading this wrong,” you sighed and he could hear the quiver in your voice. “please tell me i’m not reading this wrong.”

“you’re not.” his hands rest on your hips, noses brushing. “i like you,” he rasped. “i’ve liked you since the moment you threw me into that truck at the airport. hurt like a bitch, but god you looked so beautiful while doing it.” your fingertips brush the hinge of peter’s jaw, your thumbs brushing his cheekbones, smoothing over the flush of pink that resided there.

“i like you too,” you giggled. his heart was bursting at the seams. “i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me parker.”

“yeah,” he said dreamily, and surged forward to capture your mouth with his. he worked your lips together, kissing you over and over, loving the fullness of your mouth, your taste. your small gasp when he nibbled your bottom lip, your nimble fingers as they entangled themselves with his hair; he loved it all. you part your lips at the first press of peter’s tongue, opening up for him, twining your tongues together. you let out another sound, something beautiful and warm, that travels down to the pit of his belly, spreads like wildfire throughout his body. you tugged at his brown curls and he released you with a gasp, your heavy pants filling the quiet atmosphere.

“f-for someone so inexperienced,” you took a moment to catch your breath. “you’re a pretty good kisser.” he admired your face with adoring eyes, drinking in your flushed cheeks and your lips, swollen and wet from his kiss; he couldn’t help the rush of pride that surged through him at the sight.

“pretty good?” peter raised an eyebrow and nudged your nose with his, smiling cheekily.

“oh darling, i could do even better.”

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Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

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Platonic Requests for Affection

“I’m so tired… ”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“My hands are shaking.” 

“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

“Could I get a hug?”

“Would you pet my hair?”

“Will you sing something for me?”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“Can I lay my head in your lap?”

“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”

“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”

“It’s okay to stay, you know.”

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”