#-​ion) and i couldn't say to his face ' i would want you to stop breathing tbh because your physical presence in the same room would set me

[cosmicck]

HI

Can I request Rindo x angry with toddler reader where reader keeps copying smiley and angry and Rindō are just trying to contain the chaotic force that's their toddler

Yessir!

A/N: no matter what anyone says Rin will always be the omega/bottom, ion give any shits. Also I added a lil smth at the end felt right.

You...were a child.

Still devoloping your childness.

But you were surely...something.

"Imma beat a bitch! I'll do it!" Your hand and fist collided together as you were being held back by your mother- more so father you could call him, Rindō.

"Language! And no, no you won't! God dammit- souya! Come get your son!" Rindō yelled for his husband from the other side of the room.

You were just out of control, which reminded them of a little someone they know.

Nahoya Kawata.

Your uncle, you had always looked up to him I mean he still is about the same as he was when he was younger, and you absolutley admired him. Hell you wanted to be him!

"Gosh pass him over to me Rin." You were a hard one to handle, couldn't even be picked up without continuasly thrashing around.

You were the different case of any other child. Hell your first word was fuck. Both of your parents couldn't even.

And ever since you knew your uncle existed, I was even crazier. You threw your first punch at the age of three. You "beat a bitch" for the first time at the five. And at the age of six...no we don't wanna go through those years once more.

Now that your seven it's been even more of hell. A normal seven year old could just hold there parents hand and walk to places.

But you??

Dear god, you have to be on a leash at times. A lot of people have reported the fact Rin and Sou keep their child on a leash.

But cops understood very quickly.

Only person you were "calm" around was of course Smiley. But thats only because he's the only one who can sit you the fuck down.

Both Rin and Sou agreed you could go see him on the weekneds.

Mostly for their sake.

"Alright M/n, get in the car please, we have to go to a meeting and we cant leave you here." Crossing your arms and turning your head to the side pouting you disagreed like the little bastard you are.

"Nuh-uh! I don't wanna go to this dumb meeting! And plus I don't wanna see you and mama trying to secretly fuck under the table- ow!" What you said made you get smacked at the back of your head.

"What the hell have in told you about your damn language huh?? Get in the damn car, 'cmon Sou, I'll drive." You roll your eyes climbing in the car, rubbing the back of your head.

"Mama is always so mean." You groan under your breath. "No, mama is mean because you can't control yourself and then he has to take more desperate measures." Souya reassures you while pinching your cheeks.

"Well it's the dumbest way!" Swatting Souya's hand away from your face in anger.

"Jeez, to get you to shut up and sit still, uncle Smiley will be there and you can sit on his lap if you'd like while doing whatever you do on my phone." Rindō says swerving right into the huge building where the meeting will take place.

This made you exited but sit down and still and quit until you would enter the building.

The men standing in the front identified you three, nodded and let you in. The exitment you had in you, you could barely contain yourself once you saw your uncle instantly running up to him the moment his arms opened for you.

"Uncle! Uncle!" A huge smile was plastered on your face simular to his somewhat.

"Hey kiddo! You on your best behavior while I was gone??" Rindō buts in carrying is suit jacket on his shoulder.

"No, he's a damn sailor, won't stop moving, and won't stop beating up people." Souya puts his fingers to the bridge of his nose out of a headache on dealing with you.

"Oi, the hell have I told you about cursing??" He gives you a stern look making a chill go down your spine.

Looking down in guilt you answer him. "Don't curse, toward people, or at all." A finger goes to your chin making you look up at a smiling face.

"Good you remembered, therefore you should follow it, alright kiddo??" You nod at his words as he carries you into the tense meeting room.

"Oh, the little gremlin is here??" You hear your uncle Ran say making you flip him off with both of your hands earning another smack to the back of your head.

"Middle finger included." You stuck your tounge out towards your uncle, while he sits down, sitting you down onto his lap.

And thus, the meeting began.

--

"Jesus! The stupid meeting is finally over!" Bending your back cracking it while groaning.

"It was quite boring huh?? Hey uh, kiddo 'cmere for a sec." You tilt your head in confusion but following anyway.

He turns around bending to your height, some of his hair covering his face, as he pulls some back.

"How old are you kiddo?? Seven right??" You nod your head.

"Listen to me, I know you stand up to me 'n all...but that doesn't give you a reason to be disrespectful your parents yah??"

"Yea...I guess." His smile was gone and his eyes were slightly open.

"No. You should know. I was reckless but I was never rude to my mama 'ya know?? And what if your mom becomes pregnant again huh?? You have to take care of your sibling, you can't be like this all the time alright?? Listen to your parents and get your act together for me please??" Why the hell was he telling you this now?? It was rediculous. Well I mean, he did have a point. You nodded going with your uncle to your parents.

"Alright kiddo, see you this weekned alright??"

"Mhm." The two parents exchange a confused look but leave the building with you anway.

" 'cmon M/n, lets go." Souya let out his hand expecting you to slap it away, or something else but he still gave it a shot. But you just held it softly, nothing hurt or anything and what suprised them even more is that you held Rins hand.

What the hell happned to you??

I mean they did hate it ofcourse.

MY FINGERSSSSS GOD DAMMIT

[gothic-thoughts]

House of Memories

(Sorry bout the hiatus and sorry i came back with angry content 🙃)

Diluc Ragnvindr x Black Fem Reader Angst

Exes2LoversAU

CW: jealousy after breakup, featuring Kaeya, cheating allegations, Diluc acting out of character

TW: cursing (ig cuz there's a lot)

Word Count: 1565 (give or take)

I thought I knew why we broke up. I thought it was cuz I was always out and busy and I felt bad knowing that. (Y/n) was right; I was always called in for work and instead of spending my free time with her, I spent it patrolling the outskirts of Mondstadt or double-checking that the townspeople didn't need any help. There was no reason for me to keep busy the way I usually did because I had her and I blew it. 

I don't know why it took her leaving for me to realize but I decided I wanted to make it right. I went back to her house after a month to talk it over calmly this time but as I stopped outside her house I caught a glimpse of her and Kaeya kissing on the couch through the window. So that's why? So that's why. My vision narrowed and before I knew it, I was knocking on her front door, knocking so heavily I thought and hoped I would break it.

She opens the door and scowls, "What is it, Diluc?"

"It..." I take a deep breath, "Not one month has passed and here you are; kissing other people, are you being serious right now?"

"Kiss--?!"

"And him of all people. What, you just couldn't wait to put your lips all over your 'best friend', huh?"

"You know ion like Kaeya like that!"

"Whatever, I have eyes and I'm not blind, (Y/n). And you."

I storm past her towards Kaeya, who stepped back with his hands up in surrender. I shove him by his shoulder with one hand before getting in his face with narrowed eyes and boiling blood.

"How long?"

"How long what?" He asked.

I scoff, smiling angrily before grabbing the collar of his shirt in my fist, "Act dumb if you want, Kaeya, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I don't give a damn how often I was gone, you knew we were together. I want to know how long this affair has been going on."

"Diluc, nobody was or is having an affair."

"You sure? Cuz any time I was out on a quest, she was with you. Anytime she wasn't with me, she was with you."

"And what's wrong with hanging out with one of my good friends? When neither of us are busy, she hangs out with me because I'm the closest person to you. Besides, Lisa is nearly as busy as you."

"You're telling me you've only been hanging out 'watching' a grown, able-bodied woman by yourself, no strings attached and then suddenly you're over at her house and all over her?"

"Aight, that's it." (Y/n) yells pulling me away from him, "You're either drunk as all hell or outta ya fuckin mind, regardless get out."

"I'm not drunk, I'm trying to figure out where my brainiac of a brother got the bright idea to 'watch' a grown woman when I'm out of town. A grown woman who happens to be my girlfriend no less."

"I don't need watching, the fuck are you saying? Am I six?"

She pushed me away from her and towards the door, convinced that I was intoxicated but I resisted, not leaving until I got a correct answer from my shocked, blue-haired brother. Realizing I was almost back at the front door without pressing her just as much, I looked down at her shorter frame with the same scowl I gave her side piece.

"What about you?" I ask, taking her hand off my chest.

"What now, Diluc?"

"How long have you been choosing him?"

"Choosing him?"

"Yeah, cuz I seem to have gotten the short end of the stick because you seem to run straight to him for comfort. So tell me how long I've been your second choice."

"The only thing I chose was to leave you because I thought it would be easier on both of us since you were working so fucking much. I fucking loved you, Diluc! I still do and you're acting like a dickhead like I didn't. Like, you're it's not your fault we broke up in the first fucking place?"

I scoff and look across the living room at Kaeya who has his arms crossed. "Kaeya, get out."

"What, no Kaeya stay."

"If you and him aren't a thing behind my back then let's talk about it. You're kicking out the wrong person to prove your point."

"I'm kicking you out cuz you acting like a fucking baby."

"Glad to know you think my love for you is childish."

"The way you acting is childish. And I shouldn't have to prove shit to you."

"When this much evidence of cheating is here in my fucking face, I suggest you reconsider and kick him out."

"Again, I'm kicking you out because you're acting irrational."

"Brothers fight all the time. That being said I should technically be beating his ass for even attempting this stunt."

"Stunt? Nigga, for the last- you know what?" She crossed her arms and looked back at him, "Kaeya?"

"Already gone."

"Yeah."

She looked back at me as Kaeya walked past us to stand in her yard or something. We continue glaring at each other waiting for the sound of the door slamming shut behind me when she lets out a deep, exasperated sigh.

"There, he's gone. You wanna be an adult now?"

"The only reason I came over was to talk out a way for us to date to see each other more. That was until I saw you two kissing like we didn't just break up, you couldn't have gotten that far with him in a fucking day."

"For the last time, my nigga, we weren't kissing! I don't know when you saw that but Kaeya was here for all of half an hour and we ain't kiss once. What you prolly saw was me resting my head on his fucking shoulder. We were talking and I put my forehead on his shoulder and he leaned in and hugged me like that."

"Well, sorry if I thought you'd kiss him by how often he visits your house. Like why do you keep calling on him for everything when I'm not here?"

"Uh, cuz you're busy and I trust him the most. You're acting like he wasn't my friend before I met you. We only got closer after you seemed to get busier and busier."

"That's not weird that you hang out with your boyfriend's brother when he's away?"

"Frankly, I don't give a shit how it sounds because nothing fuckin happened." She claps with each word, "He's my best friend who also happens to be your brother, big fuckin deal. The fuck you want me to do, stop being his friend and cut him off because you're an insecure baby?!"

My jaw drops getting ready to retort right but her words punch the air out of me. I close my mouth with a deep sigh, looking away to think better, anger finally clearing from my head as her logic snaps me out of it. I give another sigh and hang my head slightly.

"Fuck, you're right."

"Huh?"

"No, you're absolutely right."

"I know but I didn't mean to say it like that..."

"No, you're right, babe. I can't ask you to do that. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I guess I was jealous that he knew you for longer and spending time alone with him made it worse for me, especially since I just can't seem to want to stop moving. All my reason just left."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, wiping my eyes in annoyance and shame only opening them when she cups my face and guides my head down to look at her eyes.

"Why you so insecure anyway?"

"Have you met Kaeya? You know how flirty he can be, I don't know how often or how hard he flirts with you but I didn't want you to fall for it one day."

"Yes, Kaeya is a flirt but he's also a good person. He does flirt with me, at the very least it's very very toned down. You really think I'd fuck your brother behind your back or something?"

"No, no. I just...I'm so sorry, darling." I kneel down before her, kissing her hand as my vision becomes blurry, " I mean it."

She sighs, "I know."

"I came to say if you take me back, I won't be taking weekend quests anymore and no quests that take longer than a week unless it's urgent. Once I'm done with work, I'm coming right over or inviting you over to be with me, alright? I swear I'll be here more."

"You swear?"

I place her hand over my racing heart while staring up into her beautifully dark eyes. "On my life, I will be here more. I will be with you more, baby just please take me back."

"Hmm..."

"Or at the very least let me prove it. Gimme...gimme a week or something."

"Fine, you get a month. A whole month to see how this goes, get me?"

"Thank you, baby."

I smile sadly before quickly standing up, leaning down, and pulling her head to me to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. and pulling her in for a hug that she quickly reciprocated.

"You know if you don't I'mma kill you, right?"

"I expect and encourage it."

[windy-trickster]

The End of The Line

"Liar!" A shrill voice screamed out as something was tossed at the wall, shattering into pieces. Dolion had never in his entire life of knowing Amoret seen her so mad. He's never ONCE heard her scream or shout, especially not towards him. He was stunned into silence as she kept going on with her little tirade. Grabbing things in his dressing room and breaking them without care. "Baby please- Baby doll, calm do-" "You lied to me! You don't care a⋈out me at all, do you?! All you want is some little puppet for you to pull around on strings!" Dolion stood there and stammered, more so out of shock that Amoret seems to be finally understanding his intentions after all these sweeps, but in a fake, mock attempt at looking hurt and heartbroken. "Baby doll- Of course I care about you... I've been lovin' ya for sweeps now... Why would I wanna treat ya like some emotionless doll?" He tried to reach out for Amoret, but his hands were sharply, and quite painfully, slapped away from the small Purpleblood. Dolion was shocked by the sudden action and stepped back, looking down at Amoret with wide eyes. Her delicate purple pupils, those kind yellow eyes, were replaced by inky dark blue voids as they seemed to glow brighter and brighter with a more vibrant hue of blue. "You weren't happy for me when I got a moirail! You weren't happy for me when Mr. Hollow gave me that dress! You weren't happy for me when I got you to meet Cielle!" "And don't think I haven't seen you how you treated her! Your faux kindness, your mocking ways of pretending you care! How you ALWAYS guided her away, tried to push her away from me. Why do you think I've stopped doing so much with you? Why do you think I've ⋈een spending much more time with her?" "She makes me happy, Dolion! Why can't you ⋈e happy for us?!" Dolion, jaw clenched, tried to say something, but his words fell on deaf ears as something was tossed violently towards him, a glass vase shattering against his skull and cutting up his face. He let out a howl of pain as he stumbled back, hitting his back against the wall and hunching over slightly in pain. He could feel some trickles of blood dripping down his cheeks. Amoret just stood there, breathing hard with purple tears streaming down her face. Even Amoret couldn't believe the amount of hatred and anger she was feeling. Not ONCE has she ever felt like this, but feeling this way felt so... Liberating, in an odd sense. She just stared at her "matesprite", her breath ragged as she tried to settle herself down. Dolion looked down at her, his eyes starting to flicker from their normal yellow to purple in hopes that his voodoos could take hold of Amoret and push her back into submission, but he was in far too much pain to concentrate. "You're MINE, Amoret... I don't wanna sure you with nobody... I don't care the motherfuckin' quadrant. I want you all for myself..." Amoret just huffed and turned on her heels, heading towards the door to Dolion's dressing room. She grabbed the knob, looking back at him with a stare of cold indifference. "I'll make you pay for this, Dolion." And that's all she said before she walked out of the room and hurried away from the room, sniffling with tears streaming down her face. She ran through the theater hive towards the front door, wanting to get away and go to her moirail. A figure, hidden partly by shadow watched as the small Purpleblood woman fled from the theater hive, his golden fins shifting slightly as he turned and entered the same dressing room she had left from, a simple smile decorating his face, his voice coming out smooth like honey. "// I to/d you it wou/dn't /ast, Do/ion."

-> Mentioned trolls <- Cielle Argona - @sarahtrolls Metier Hollow - @ketchfantrolls

[monstas1ut2]

1/3 (Eren Yeager)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[fungifaggot]

Please Take Me Home...

A/n: Back again with an annual post wahoo. Anyway, I hope yall are doing okay and staying safe. (Heads up I didn’t edit this well)

!Feel free to send constructive criticism!

Summary: Peter is drunk and alone and he wants to go home. Little did he know, asking you for a ride home would be one of the best decisions he ever made.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, underaged drinking, sad peter, Ion kno.

The music was loud and the air was warm. The house was full of nearly one hundred sweaty bodies colliding into one another, yet somehow Peter managed to still feel alone.

Deep breaths he told himself

Yet with every passing gasp for air the sensation of suffocating only grew stronger. He wanted to get out of there, and he wanted to get out now.

For the past hour he had been on a search for Ned and Mj,  and as much as it pained him to do so, he was coming to terms with the fact that they had left him, and therefore so did his ride. (Not that they'd ever do that, but let's just assume they thought he had already left or something)

Good god did he wish that he had never been talked into coming, and god did he wish that he wasn’t still there.

Yet no matter how hard he wished or how tight he shut his eyes, every time they opened he was still there. Surrounded. Not only by people, but with booze, loud music, and the disgusting warmth that was radiating off the flesh of every sweaty intoxicated teenager.

At that very moment everything was wrong. His head was throbbing, rhythmic pounding clouding any coherent thought he had, and surely the loud bass wasn’t helping

Peter knew that you also had attended the party, but subconsciously he had been trying his best to avoid you in any way possible.

You see, it wasn't because he disliked you or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

You and Peter got along great. The bond between You, Mj, Ned, and Peter was unbreakable and he loved spending time with you, but despite your friendly personality, Peter was appalled at the idea of talking to you. He couldn’t help it. Any time he was around you, he reeked of insecurity. Feeling as though he wasn’t good enough. You weren’t popular per say, but the way you held yourself in such a laid back yet confident manner had somehow managed to leave a great impression with just about everyone. And it was that fact about you that made Peter doubt himself. He’d tell himself that he was much too boring or too ‘lame’ to be around you. And although he knew you’d never think that about him yourself, he’d instantaneously tense up and get painfully awkward the second you walked into the room, and that alone that made him fear your presence.

(It also didn't really help that he had the worst crush on you.. Like seriously the worst. As in staying up till 2:00 am stalking your social media type of bad.)

Despite Peter's dread, he was beginning to realize that he wasn't exactly given a choice. There was no one else in the house even remotely worth talking to except you. And with that in mind Peter began his second search of the night.

It only took him about two solid minutes to give up, in which he resorted to just tapping someone on the shoulder and asking.

“HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHERE (Y/N) IS?” He shouted, unable to hear his own voice over the sound of the blaring music.

“OH YEAH! HE’S UPSTAIRS IN THE ROOM TO THE LEFT...I THINK” Was the slurred response he received.

“OH UHH OKAY. THANK YOU” Peter replied.

“YEAH ANYTIME MAN” he heard behind him as he beelined to the staircase.

Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth he reminded himself as he made his way up the stairs, trying to build up courage with every step he passed.

He took one last deep breath, attempting to calm the violent shaking occurring within his hands. He formed them into a fist and brought one up to the door, sending a knock that would echo throughout the hallway.

“Come in~” he heard from behind the door, giving him permission to enter.

As soon as the door creaked open, he was met face to face with a thick cloud of smoke. He stepped inside, taking in a deep breath, flooding his nose with the stench of marijuana before almost immediately making eye contact with you. 

“Peteyyyy” You sang out, halting the conversation you were previously having

,but before Peter had the chance to respond, his voice hitched in the back of his throat and an overwhelming feeling of warmth tremored throughout his body. He knew something bad was about to happen. He knew he was going to puke...

“Uhhh, s-sorry. Wrong room.” He muttered out, making a 180 degree turn before bolting out the door. His palms began to sweat and his mouth salivated heavily. He tried to breathe and suppress the violent urge to puke, but knew that there was no hope. He ran to the closest bathroom, not bothering to knock as he bursted through the door slamming it shut behind him. He made his way to the (thankfully already open) toilet and emptied out his stomach. He continued to gag, and eventually made himself comfortable on the bathroom floor when he felt he was finished. He flushed the contents down and rested his cheek on the toilet seat only to then perk his head up when he heard a light knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey Petey, you doin’ okay in there?”

“Y-yeah im okay! Just a little...tired that's all!” He rushed out, internally smacking himself in the face. “Just a little tired”? What the fuck Peter.

He heard the door open and rushed into a sitting position, trying to appear as normal.

You sauntered in, closing the toilet lid and taking a seat on it.

“You doin’ okay?” You repeated.

“Yeah, i’m just fine. Y’know.. like I said.” He responded, flashing you a forced smile.

You rolled your eyes at him and gave his hair a gentle pet.

“You sure? You seem... off.” you uttered, handing him a bottle of water.

Peter sighed accepting your offer, moving his eyes down to his feet.

“I just don’t really want to be here right now.” he said before taking a swig.

“Shit...I’m sorry.” you sighed out.

“There anything I could do to help?”

Peter brought his sorrow filled eyes back up to yours,

“I-is there any way you could take me home?”

“Fuck. Baby you know I would if I could, but I’m uh... not exactly sober right now.” You responded, guilt lacing your words, as you began to regret your decisions.

“Baby”. He knew it was a word that you’d throw around to any of your close friends, but he couldn't suppress the warm feeling that burned throughout his body when it rolled off your tongue.

Peter let out a shy chuckle continuing to sip from the bottle and replied

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Looks like neither of us are driving.” You said with a deep chuckle.

“Where’s Ned and Mj? I bet they’d help.” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Gone.”

“Oh...” Was all you could find yourself responding with.

You stood up from where you sat, extending your hand out to Peter.

“Lets get outta here. Even if it's just for a bit.” You said with a slanted smile.

You helped him up slowly, placing your free hand on his lower back, directing him towards the door.

Peter waited at the top of the stairs while you notified your friends of your departure.

As soon as you returned you took a hold of his hand and guided him down the stairs and out the door. A small gust of wind met your face as the door shut behind you. The sweat gathered on the back of Peter's neck began to fade and the throbbing in his head lessened. Not completely, but enough for it to be bearable.

“Feels good to be out of there huh?” You said almost as if you had read his mind, compelling him to nod in agreement.

The two of you began to walk in a random direction, hands still together. Peter's mind racing a million miles a minute.

“Where did Ned and Mj go?”

“Is (Y/n) annoyed that he has to spend time with me?”

“Oh god, my hands are sweating aren't they…”

“What... you nervous or somethin?” You giggled, raising your connected hands into the air and squishing  them together to emphasize the fact that they were sticky.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning and there were no cars out, Peter swore he would’ve jumped in front of one without hesitation.

“Oh um, i’m sorry...” He muttered, embarrassment flooding his system, so much to the point it  nearly put the boy in tears.

“Awe, c’mon I'm just kidding around” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh ha-haaa” Peter replied sarcastically, sending you a childish pout.

You bumped your hip into his as a friendly gesture, causing him to stumble a bit.

“It’s...cute.”

“Cute.” He muttered, moreso to himself than you.

The two of you continued to walk, not even sure where it was you planned on going. The silence grew thicker with every passing second, but Peter was much too caught up in his own thoughts to even notice. You released his grip, bringing him back to reality, and went to dig around your pocket.

“Aha-” you brought your hand back up, displaying a pair of airpods (or any bluetooth ones idrc)

“You want it?” You asked, wiggling your phone in the air.

“O-oh! Sure!” he said, snatching it and placing it in his ear.

You put on (S/n). (‘Song name’, I humbly recommend ‘One Last Time by Summer Salt’) Peter's nerves settled as the rhythm of the song blared through his ears, drowning out his pesky thoughts.

You grabbed his hand again and started to swing it to the beat. Peter stared at you in awe as you swayed your head from side to side, meandering a bit as you walked. Eventually you swung your arm around Peter's shoulder, forcing him to move with you. If it weren't for the alcohol he probably would have laughed it off and nudged you, but instead he immitated your actions and began to sway overdramatically. That continued until you came to an abrupt stop and pointed. Peter followed you gaze, finding himself staring at a park.

You looked at him for a long second before bolting off towards the park without warning.

“Hey!” Peter yelped out, out eventually following your lead.

You ran and clumsily dove into a swing set, pushing yourself up off the ground, in a ‘superman’ pose before you came back down, dragging your hands and feet through the wood chips. You swung back and forth a few times before Peter came up and pushed your back so you rose up  once again.

“Excuse you!” You laughed out flailing your legs in attempt to get him off of you, before ‘gracefully’ sliding off so that you stumbled for a second before ending up on your ass.

“You look like a dumbass” Peter said with a bright smile, kicking some wood chips at you.

You stood up, brushing your self off while looking him in the eyes

“and you love it” you said with a wink.

“Shut up” He said, lightly shoving your chest and turning away to hide his blush.

After that the two of you messed around, sliding down slides, and fucking around on the monkey bars until you eventually ended up laying down in a grass field looking up at the stars.

The two of you talked about everything. College, work, the party, Peters ‘internship’, everything.

“Why don’t we talk more?” you sighed out as you sat back up.

“I don’t know...” Peter lied, whilst clumsily rolling over to rest his head on your thigh.

“Well. We should.” You stated, moving so that you were looking down into his eyes. You stayed in the position for what felt like forever, enjoying the gentle wind, as you analyzed Peters features. 

You pulled out your phone, breaking the silence after reading the time

2:30 am 

“You wanna head back?” You asked, ruffling Peter's hair.

“Back where exactly?”

“My place?”

“Sure” Peter yawned.

You turned your music back up once you were both standing, hands interlocking once again as you started your adventure for the second time that night.

Once you returned to the house, you saw that the lights were still on and the music was very much still blaring. 

You opened the car door on Peters side before walking around and getting in yourself.

As the two of you got seated Peter handed you your head phone back and let his body relax.

You reached into the back and pulled up a soft blanket, handing it to Peter. 

You turned the radio on, keeping the volume low as you gave yourself some time to completely sober up. You turned to Peter so you could continue the conversation from earlier, only to be met with a sleeping boy.

Drool dribbled from his lips and slight snores emitted from him. His hair was a mess and boy did he not look comfortable, but you thought it was sweet nonetheless.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of him.

You were definitely gonna show him that in the morning

After about another 30 minutes of simply relaxing, you turned the key and drove off.

Peter mumbled in his sleep as you nudged him for what was probably the hundredth time, only waking up when you smacked him in the back of the head. You led him to the apartment door and unlocked it, kicking your shoes off to the side as soon as you entered. 

Once you reached your room, you swung the door open, signaling for him to enter before you.

“Such a gentleman” Peter said in a groggy voice, before making himself comfortable and plopping onto your bed. He nearly fell back asleep until he was abruptly hit by a flock of clothes.

“There ya go- figured you’d want em’ since we're covered in dirt.” You chuckled

“Oh yeah...and this” tossing him a brand new toothbrush.

You tore your shirt off and chucked it into a random corner, grabbing some clean sweatpants as you made your way to the bathroom.

You turned around at the door, noticing that Peter had been staring at you

“I’ll be right back”

After brushing your teeth and changing, you came back out. Peter taking your previous position in the bathroom.

In the meantime you got comfortable, rearranging the pillows so that they were equally distributed.

Peter eventually came back out dressed in your clothes, looking almost as if he were drowning in your hoodie. If you could have snapped a picture right then and there, you would have, but simply seeing him like that was enough for you.

You lifted up the blanket signalling for him to join you, and he did so after turning off all the lights.

You both laid next to each other in the dark for a bit before you heard Peter turn to face you.

You turned your head just so that you could just make out his general figure. Despite it being dark, you could see that Peter was looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

“Could you uhm... could you maybe hold me?” He stammered out.

You smiled softly, not that he could see it, and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him into you, and allowing himself to burrow in and get as warm as possible.

“Of course Peter” you whispered into his hair

“Of course...”

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[rimaiahwrites]

FIRST TIME —

Chapter three

Israel and Erik sat on the patio

Chairs, nodding their heads to the mumbled beat of the music playing inside. The way he stared at her and the way he touched her...god it was driving her crazy. "You look chill as hell." Erik chuckled taking a sip from his cup.

"Whatever you give me got me feeling myself," she replied with a loud laugh following behind finally feeling the Hennessy hit her slowly but surely. She was tippy and felt a bit hazy with her motions. She actually like being tippy it made her feel free and mellow.

Erik licked his lips slowly as he stared at her legs. He swiftly scooted closer to her brushing his thigh against her exposed one, playfully. She smiled and nudged his knee back. Giggling as she did so. "You cute as hell girl." Erik confessed drooping his arms over her bare shoulders. She blushed, turning her head the other way so he couldn't see, even though he wouldn't be able to see her flash red because of the dark pigment of her skin. She let out a quick 'thank you' glancing at him for a spit second. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest with how close he was to her. "Why you so shy? It's like one second you confident as hell then the next you look like you wanna hide under a rock." He said nudging her again. Israel shrugged taking her bottom lip into her mouth.

Erik straighten his leg out to the last step so he could dig in his front pocket, he pulled out a tiny bag of weed, a lighter and blunt papers.

Israel eyebrows raised as she intensity watch him put the green crummy substance in the middle of the brown floppy paper and rolling licking and running the flame over the blunt to keep it together. He felt her eyes stare holes into his head but, he ignored her as he put the blunt into his mouth. lighting it and taking a drag from it. The smoke fulled his lungs and he became more relaxed.

He almost forgot the young girl was even there until his heard her sniffing the air. He choked out a laugh that made his shoulders bounce as he watched her, with her nose in the air sniffing the smoke almost as if her life depended on it. "Why are you laughing? It smells so good..." She hummed while she closed her eyes, letting the smoke hug around her as he blow it in her face. "You might wanna slow down baby, or you gon' be high as hell and I ain't finna Carry yo ass to the car and shit." He chuckled softly rubbing the ashes from the blunt on the side of the wooden bar. She laughed along with him.  "What's it like being high?" She asked innocently, looking at him through her eyelashes. He smiled at that and asked "You never been high? Damn how old are you?" She was slightly taken back by his tone but nonetheless answered. "What does that how to do with my age? You can be 45 and still never smoked weed before." She argued back.

He leaned back onto the chair making it hit the house. "You never answered my question...how old are you again?" He asked yet again wanting to make sure she wasn't underage.

"You never answered mine but...I'm 18..." she said looking down at her feet. That's damn near underage he thought. But She on the other hand obviously knew that he was way older then her because he looked grown, grown. He had a Mustache and a beard, he was very muscular, bulky and tall. He just didn't look 'boyish' and his attitude was very mature.

"Shit I thought a nigga was bout to catch a case wit' the way yo ass was talking." He shook his head letting out yet another chuckle. She mumbled a Ha before saying "knowing my dad he wouldn't even go to the police, he'll probably kill You himself," he Raised his eyebrows telling her to elaborate a little.

"my dad is very overprotective plus he was in the military so he a little crazy now- which just isn't a good mix..."

"I remember when I was younger I lived next to this cute little boy name Tyler, I used to play with him all day every day until my dad found out, he scared the little boy by showing him his gun and telling him that "if you play with my little girl again, I'll kill you." The little boy cried his eyes out and never spoke to me again." She chuckled softly while kicking a pebble off the stair.

"yo dad sound like a crazy ass nigga damn, low key Sound like some shit I would do, I actually not to many years ago I beat my ex- hoe side nigga unconscious" He evilly grin at her before Continuing his rent.

"Ion play around wit that shit if you my bitch you ain't finna have a thousands of other niggas in yo phone ion care if they just your friends. If I'm fuckin' you then I'm the only nigga fucking You. Period. Ain't no side niggas." He hissed at her almost like they was fucking and he found her 'side niggas' in her contacts.

She stared at him while taking her lip in between her teeth. He grinned, showing off the golden caps he had on his bottom set of teeth. They shined in the moon light almost making her melt into her seat.

He so fine. She thought as she examined his Whole body from head to toe. "You like being spoken to like that don't you?" She raised her eyebrows. "I saw the way you bite your lip when I spoke to you harshly, you like that shit don't you?" He asked her, taking her chin in his hand, Pulling her face to his, their lips just almost touching.

She rolled her eyes pushing his head away from her slightly. "No, get out my face boy." She mumbled feeling herself get really shy and awkward all of a sudden. She was doing so good with not doing that, but of course he had to fuck it up for her.

"Nah don't pretend, you like that shit." he whispered against her lips with humor but she couldn't figure out what was so funny.

her eyes moved up to his with nothing but pare innocence in them. He moved in closer to her face pressing his lips against hers. She gasped but didn't pull away. "follow my lead princess," she melted at the pet name and tried to do exactly what he was doing. His lips moved in a slow pace so she could keep up, his hands ran up her back and right back down to her ass.

He smacked it making she gasped. he added his tongue in the mix while His other hand gripped her neck slightly applying pressure. She moaned and throw her head back and he quickly traveled his slow wet kisses down to her neck, he bit, suck and licked her coco butter scented skin while gripping her thighs and ass tightly in his rough, vain covered hands. She squealed when he found her sweet-spot and he sucked leaving a red-ish mark on the Front of her neck.

Her core wept and screamed for him to touch her but Israel was to afraid to tell him or even hint at him that she was tingling down there. It was starting to become wet and uncomfortable in her underwear so she squirmed in her seat letting out a another Soft "oh my gosh Erik-" he smirked against her neck and peck her lips a few times before backing away from her. She could still feel his lips on her and the taste of his tongue Lingered in her mouth. "You so fucking pretty you know that?" He asked pulling her up onto his lap so she was straddling his legs. her dress raised up and her light pink panties showed from underneath. "Yeah I know but thank you." She said giving him a teasingly smile. She wasn't nervous anymore, she was too far gone to care and far to lost in his lustful eyes. Erik grabbed her drink that sat on the side of her and brought it to her lips. "chug it," he demanded and she did as she was told. Chugging the rest of the dark sweetness that hide inside her cup.

"Good girl," He pecked her lips taking a liking to the taste of Hennessy and pineapple on them. She blushed at the praise. "That's gonna get you loosened up, I can tell you ain't done nun like this you all awkward and shit." She bite her lip as Her cheeks grow hot. Embarrassment washed over her and she screamed at herself to 'act normal'.

He chuckled to himself taking a drag from his blunt. "It's alright baby girl don't start overthinking shit." He said as if reading her mind, He stared into the dark sky only glaring at her for a second before going back to the blunt that was almost gone. His eyes hung low, his breathing calm and his dick hard from the Hennessy. "You trying to leave? I ain't really feeling this whole party thing, to be honest one of my niggas made me come, and a nigga hungry as fuck." she nodded. Just wanting to be around him for as long as she could. she felt desperate for male attention from someone other then her brothers and father, this was different, this was something she has never had before. All in one night she's gotten tippy, kissed and let a grown man grip and grind on her. She was excited for what was going to happen next. it was like she was in a crazy teen flick. "Yeah i wasn't really ether, my cousin dragged me here."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her back in the house and towards the front door but she stopped him once she realized that she came here with her cousin. "Wait I gotta tell my cousin I'm leaving." She said pulling away from him to walk towards jasmine who was now sitting on the dark-skinned-bright-white-smile man's lap.

Israel smiled knowingly at her cousin before bending down to whispered in her ear. "Is it ok if I leave? I'm gonna go with Erik." she beamed pointing at him from across the room. He nodded at them before walking over to them. Erik shook up with his friend Byron that jasmine was sitting on. "Wassup bro," he mumbled to the man that was now leaning against the wall. He replied with a noting much.

"Yeah it's ok, I know him plus-" Jasmine leaned in Israel's ear and whispered "I think he trying to dick me down tonight" she squealed and Israel laughed and rolled her eyes. "Ok call me tomorrow and tell how that goes." Israel wink as Erik said his good byes to his friend and started pulling her towards the front door. She stumbled a few times trying to keep up with Erik but it was a little hard with the tall heels she had on. He stopped and looked back at her, he could tell by the look of her face her feet Hurt. He didn't think twice before lifting the girl up bridal style,and resting her arms around his neck. She gasped and hit his chest while giggling. "Oh my gosh put me down, you don't have to carry me!" He chuckled. She hide in the crack of his neck as he unlocked the door to the passenger seat. She finally took her head from his neck when he sat her down on his black lather seat. She didn't noticed until now that the whole car was a shiny golden Jeep.

She gasped and ran her hands across the nice dash bored and seats. "Wow this car is so nice can I have it?" She joked playfully at him. He smirked at her before tossing the keys her way. "Sure if you really want it, I don't drive this one that much," he shrugged. "But In all honestly I would rather like to see yo sexy ass in my all black Lamborghini with the red detailing." He grinned showing off his gold caps.

She rolled her eyes and hummed a 'Mmhm'. She tossed him back his keys and put her seat belt on. He chuckled at her and shut her door before getting in the drivers seat.

"You hungry?" She nodded, Not really listening to what he just said because she was to busy playing with the thingy that she found on the side of her seat. He glanced over to her and grabbed it from her hands. "Why you touching shit?" She pouted but still asked "what is that?"

"You love asking questions huh?" She nodded and as seconds passed she was still looking at the side of his face. "What?" He growled at her. "What is that? A electric pen?" He chuckled.

"That's basically what it is. It's CBD you wanna try it?" He said playfully with a big grin spread across his face. She shook her head, now looking around the ear trying to find something new to mess with.

Erik raised his eyebrow as he watched her go through his stuff on the side of her seat. "Aye cut that shit out ma, damn sit still." He hissed. He grabbed her hands and sat them on her lap and she sat still, doing as she was told. "You seem like the boring meanie type." She snorted. He shrugged while taking a hit from his pen. "And you seem like the bratty 'gets whatever she wants' type." She pouted and crossed her arms very definitely And huffed out a "I'm not but go off." Under her breath, looking out of her window. He heard but decided to ignore her, for her own sake.

They pulled up to a house that looked old and beaten down. Her face scrunch up as her belly growled. "I thought we were going to get something to eat?"

"We are. But imma get my weed first then we came go get whatever you want." He stated before shutting and locking her inside the car for safety reasons. Erik was in and out in less than 10 minutes With a big bag pf weed. Israel was shocked at how much he had chuckled at her and put the bag in his back seat.

"Alright what what you trying to eat?" He asked once they were back in the car and on the road, the radio was on blast with drakes album scorpio, and it was a whole vibe to say the less. The smoke that flow through the air made them both smooth and mellowed out. "Let's get Wendy's! They got the spicy chicken nuggets back." He nodded and turn into the dive through to Wendy's. "What you want? Just the nuggets or a foe for foe?" He asked making her chuckling at the way he said it. "Yeah I want a four for four." She said playfully teasing him. He crack a smile at her before ordering her food.

He grabbed the bag and immediately dug in it grabbed a hand full of fries.

"Hey those are mine you have two burgers." Israel whines trying to reach for the bag that was in his lap. "I bought them tho." He mumbled with a mouth full of fries. Israel rolled her eyes, giggling before snatching the bag of food out of his lap and stuffing the burger in her mouth. "Damn you that hungry?"

"Shut up I told you I was that hungry." He snickered at her before relighting his blunt and taking a drag. "You mean as hell when you hungry you know that? You not you when you're hungry neckass." He said making her spit out her food a little from laughing. "Oh my gush Shut up!" He turn into a Hotel parking lot that was filled with empty cars so that they could eat, twenty minutes after they got done eating they were just talking, Erik sat with a blunt in his hand while he leaned all the back in his seat and Israel sat cross legged with her dress rising a bit up her thighs. Erik couldn't help but to wonder what juiciness laid in between her legs. The weed and sexual music that played In the background was definitely getting to him and he was ready to risk it all.

"Oh my gosh this is my song!" She squealed turning up the radio when one of her favorite artist voice ring through the speaker of Erik's car. BMO by ari Lennox. She began move her hips in a sensual manner while closing her eyes, lip singing along to the song. She couldn't help but to move with the smooth beat.

Erik's hungry eyes couldn't stop watching her in Amazement, he loved the way her brown skin glow from the moon light and the thick shea butter that costed her skin. She turned to face him and sang the words to him softly, with a big goofy smile on her face.

"That bodies on fire

Ooh love me long, 'til you get tired

Ooh baby you got what I (want)

You's a real one, I'm inspired"

Erik shook his head at her before laughing while She kept singing and dancing to the song, paying him no attention.

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

3:45

"Your parents don't be tripping when you out this late?" She shook her head curling up in her seat. "They don't know I'm out, they really strict And don't be letting me out the house so I snuck out."

"What if you get caught?" She shrugged eating a cold fry from her Wendy's bag. "My dad probably going to beat my ass." His eyebrows raised. "Hell nah you to damn old to still be getting ass whoopings."

"You should tell my dad that." She mumbled. Erik's mind went to the worst but he didn't ask any questions.

"Well we should get you home then."

-

"When can I see you again?" She asked pouting slightly, not wanting to leave him so soon.

"Ion know but imma text you, alright princess?" She nodded. "Alright go get yo pretty ass in the house before yo daddy come out here swinging." He said jokingly, smacking her ass.

"Ok bye Erik." She whined before walking up to the tree to climb up to her bedroom window. Erik chuckled as he watched her struggle climbing to the tree. When she finally made it up and fall inside to her room she quickly popped up and waved at him. He chucked the deuces up before pulling off.

[butwhyduh]

Locked Door

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warning: smut

Word count: 1489

Summary: you and Peter Parker are interrupted in a horrible embarrassing way. Requested by @sassyhollandx

"Dad, I'm 23," you said staring at him.

"I know, but you'll always be my little girl whether you like it or not," Tony stark said shrugging his shoulders. "And I worry about you going on blind dates. You should really take a suit or at least Friday with you," he suggested.

"Dad, I am not doing that. That's why I buy my phones and you don't touch them. Because I'm pretty sure you would put a tracking device," you answered.

He looked at you in defeat. To him you would always be his little girl who sat on his knee in the lab and talked about nuclear physics for your 3rd grade show and tell. This whole dating thing was not something he liked.

You on the other hand were just trying to leave the room. You hated lying to your dad. You did have a date. It wasn't blind. Instead it was with his junior employee Peter Parker that you had been secretly seeing for the last 6 months and knew since you both were teens.

"How do I look," you asked turning.

"Beautiful as always," Tony said begrudgingly. "Just don't do anything you don't want to do. And be safe."

"Dad. Don't give me the talk. I would literally melt in the floor. I still have nightmares of the talk you and Dr Banner gave me. You called a period 'moon cycle.' I was 15," you said shaking your head.

"Okay, I was... unprepared."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got to get going. Love ya," you said leaving.

You met Peter at his apartment. He bounced around the room, his converse squeaking on the linoleum. His hair was sticking up in crazy spots.

"Pete, what are you doing?" You said stepping around a precariously perched pizza box.

"I am so sorry, baby. I was running late. I was developing a tactile web fluid that was slime resistant. I found that potassium- you don't care about that," he said smiling ruefully. Peter had found his beat up hoodie.

"I can come visit in the lab and you can walk me through it," you said taking his hand. Peter quickly ran his other hand through his disheveled hair.

"I would- I would love that. But your dad, you know?" Peter sais wrapping his arms around your waist. You laid your head on his chest.

"I will deal with him. I know you are nervous about telling him but honestly he'll have to get over it. I'm an adult."

Peter's phone rang loudly with a familiar ring tone. You groaned. Peter quickly answered.

"Hello, Mr Stark?"

"Uhhh..okay sir. I can come back. Yes sir. I'll be there soon," Peter said into the phone. You rolled your eyes. There went your date.

"Your dad said that my fluid stopped agitating and we should go test it. I'm so sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you," he pleaded.

"I'll give you a ride," you groaned.

"No, you don't have to," he said quickly.

"Well, my date stood me up so I might as well go home," you said smiling.

"Baby, I didn't stand you up. I'm so sorry. I'll.... uh, make it up to you," he whispered suggestively.

"I'm holding you to that."

The ride was uneventful except when Peter insisted that he get out 3 block before the tower and walked.

"Hey kid, what happened to your date?" Rhodey asked. Of course your dad had talked to Rhodey about the date. Tony hated the idea of it.

You had completely forgotten your lie. "Uhh.. I was stood up?"

"Were you?" He said with his eyebrows raised. "Someone stood you up? They're very stupid. I'm sorry."

"Oh thanks, uncle Rhodey. Where is dad?"

"In the lab."

"Nope, I'm right here. Someone dare stand my daughter up? Who do I need to talk to? Do I need a suit? Armani or titanium ion," Tony said.

"No dad. Don't be weird. Its fine. I'll be up in my room. I have work to do anyways," you said trying to brush it off.

"I dont- Peter Parker. I'm glad you made it. Can you believe someone stood my daughter up on a date?" Tony said shaking his head. Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"Thats... uh, that's crazy, Mr Stark. That's not a nice thing for someone to do," Peter rambled.

"Exactly. He gets it," Tony said placing an arm on Peter's shoulder. "Let's check that fluid." Peter nodded.

You went to your room to work on your own project. You were trying to develop a removable prosthetic based on the blueprint of the winter soldier's arm. It was going along slowly.

About and hour later you heard a soft knock at the door. You removed your safety goggles and put down the soldering iron. Peter stood outside your door. You pulled him in your room.

"Hey," you said.

"Hey."

"So you owed me, right?" You said looping your fingers in his belt loops. He grasped your hips.

"What about your dad having cameras everywhere?"

"I disabled them when I was 15 and I threatened his entire system if he put them back."

"In that case," Peter said kissing you. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you tightly to him. You ran your hands to his hair and pulled his face closer. You both stumbled to your bed. You grabbed a notebook off the bed and tossed it on the floor.

Peter picked you up and laid you on the bed. His kisses trailed down your neck. He unbuttoned the front of your dress and you slipped your shoulders from the straps. His hands greedily pushed the material out of the way and down your body. You whimpered when he sucked and nipped at a spot on your collarbone.

His hands pushed your slip off and Peter broke the kiss to look at your body when he felt no undergarments. "Baby, you're killing me," he groaned.

His mouth roamed down your body to your nipple. His tongue swirled around one while his thumb flicked the other. You arched into his touch. Your breath heavy and your heart racing. Your core ached for his touch.

Peter ran a hand up and down your thigh, teasing you by never touching where you needed him the most. You whined and your hips jumped. Peter kissed down your stomach before putting your legs over his shoulders. He planted wet kisses up your inner thighs. Your clit throbbed and you moaned in wanton.

Finally he kissed your hip bones and you gasped. How were you so fucking turned on?

"Please, baby, please," you pleaded.

"Wow, you're desperate," he admired. Peter finally kissed your clit and you moaned loudly. "Baby shhh. You can't be loud. Someone could hear."

You nodded and Peter licked your slit. You bit your lip as he teasingly licked around. You panted and your hips jumped. Peter placed an arm on your hips and wrapped his lips around your clit. He lightly sucked and swirled the bud. You trembled. Peter rutted into the bed as you writhed labove him. He thought you looked so fucking pretty like this.

"I want you," you gasped as you pulled at his shoulders. He climbed up your body as he pulled off his pants. Peter grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you both. He slid into you on one thrust. You grasped his back and he began moving.

You both panted as he thrust. Peter placed his forehead against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle. He whined at the sensation and began thrusting roughly.

Suddenly the door opened. "Hey Y/n have you seen Pet- holy SHIT! What the hell is going on??" Tony Stark said staring before quickly turning away. Peter tried to cover your body with his. "Why- what- Peter? Really?" Tony sputtered.

"Dad! Jesus, why didn't you knock?!?" You yelped. Peter rolled to the side and you held the blanket across your chest. You had never felt so embarrassed.

"Why are you having sex," he whispered, "with Peter Parker? Are you dating?" Tony couldn't look in the room. The view of his employee on top of his daughter was pretty much burned into his mind.

"Yes we are dating. We've been dating for 6 months."

"And you already have sex?" He exclaimed.

"Is this really the time to have this talk?"

"Just- just- just lock the Damn door from now on. Now I have to wash my brain with bleach. I never want to see that again," Tony said locking the door and leaving.

"That was horrible," you said covering your eyes. "And I was close," you whined.

"I'm uh, done. Lost the mood. But I guess I can take care of you," Peter said. His face was bright red.

"No, we can finish this later. I'm too motified right now anyways."

"Yeah, later. Maybe not here next time."

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