#mcu!peter

[love-hs28]

Late Nights and Close Calls

Summary: You and Peter sneak a bottle of champagne from one of your dad’s - Tony Stark’s - parties at the Avengers Tower. Giggling and hanging out in your room, one quiet moment leads to you almost confessing your feelings to your best friend. 

Mcu!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Fluff 1.2k Words Posted on: 2-19-2025 masterlist

The bass from the party downstairs thrums through the walls of the Avengers Tower, muffled but insistent, like the pulse of New York City itself. You lean against the door to your bedroom, biting back a grin as Peter scrambles to follow you inside and shut the door behind him, cradling a stolen bottle of champagne like it was radioactive. 

“I can’t believe you actually went through with it,” you whisper, your voice tinged with awe and laughter. You walk over to your bed and flop down on the mattress, Peter quick to follow. 

He turns to face you, his boyish grin equal parts triumph and nervous energy. “What can I say? I thrive under pressure.” He wiggles the bottle in his hands. “Besides, it’s not like Mr. Stark’s going to miss one bottle right?” You know he’s trying to convince both himself and you of this. 

You let out a snort of laughter, crossing your legs as you got comfortable on your bed and as Peter sat next to you, leaning against the wall. “I sure hope not. We’re dead if he catches us. And by ‘we’, I mean you.” 

Peter smirks, a teasing edge in his voice. “Good to know where your loyalties lie, Stark.” 

You roll your eyes, but are unable to hide your smile as you reach and grab two mismatched mugs from your nightstand. One of them has a Spider-Man design on it that Peter had jokingly given you as a birthday present, and he secretly smiled to himself at the realization that you’d actually been using it. 

“Here. Fancy drinking glasses for our super-classy operation.” 

Peter chuckles and pops the cork with a loud pop, making both of you jump and laugh. Bubbles froth over the top, and he quickly pours some into the mugs in your hands, spilling more than he probably should. 

“To bad decisions and avoiding your dad’s wrath,” Peter says, setting the bottle on the nightstand to grab his mug from you, holding it up in a mock toast. 

“To bad influences,” you shoot back, clinking your mug against his. You both take a sip, eyes smiling at each other over the tops of the cups.

The champagne was sweet and fizzy, a little stronger than you had expected, but the warmth it brought to your chest was welcome. You scoot over you so you’re sitting next to Peter, your shoulders close enough to touch every time one of you moves. 

“This is way better than listening to my dad schmooze with a bunch of billionaires,” you say after a minute or two of talking, tipping your mug towards Peter and resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. 

“You mean you’re not interested in talks about stock portfolios and advanced AI?” Peter quips, raising a teasing eyebrow. 

You laugh, the sound light and easy thanks to the drink. “Not even a little.” 

The two of you settle into a rhythm of a familiar banter and conversation, the champagne loosening any nerves. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed this much. Peter was good at that - at making you forget the weight of expectations, the constant pressure to be more than just the Tony Stark’s daughter. 

Somewhere in the middle of a story about one of Peter’s disastrous attempts to ask a girl to homecoming freshman year, you found yourself staring at him. His face was animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. The soft glow of the city lights through your window and your desk lamp cast golden highlights in his hair, and his eyes—warm and expressive—crinkled at the corners when he laughed. It was one of your favorite things about him. 

You didn’t realize you were smiling until Peter stopped mid-sentence, turning his head to meet your gaze. 

“What?” he asks, his voice softer now, the teasing edge gone. 

You shake your head, heart fluttering in a way you didn’t quite know how to handle. Damn, this champagne was making it hard to think… it totally wasn’t Peter that was causing your brain to short-circuit, right? 

“Nothing. Just… you’re really great, you know that right? I’m glad you're my best friend.” 

Peter blushes, looking at his mug and trying, but failing, to suppress a smile. “Thanks, y/n. I’m glad you’re my best friend too.” 

He turns his head to look at you again, and your breath catches, the words hanging between the two of you like a live wire. For a moment, you think he might say something more—something that you were also thinking, something that would change your friendship forever. 

Another moment of silence passes as you just stare into each other’s eyes. You get a sudden urge of confidence, thanks to the effects of the alcohol neither of you were very familiar with. 

“Peter, I–” 

A loud boom from outside causes you both to jump, and your heads turn to look out your window, where you see an array of fireworks going off, some in the shape of Iron Man’s helmet. It was as if Tony was listening in on you and purposely stopped you from saying what you were about to confess.

Great timing, dad. Thanks a lot.

Peter laughs awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. “Your dad sure knows how to throw a party,” he turns to meet your eyes, but looks away quickly with a shy smile, still blushing from your almost-confession. 

You laugh softly, also avoiding Peter’s gaze and fixing your stare to your mug. “No kidding.” You didn’t know if you were thankful for the interruption or should yell at your dad later for setting off his stupid fireworks. Maybe it was for the better, though; Peter seemed to want to ignore it, so maybe you should too. 

What you hadn’t noticed, though, was that Peter had also been staring at you all night, just as much as you were staring at him, if not more. 

Thankfully, the effects of the champagne hadn’t quite faded yet, so the awkwardness between you two faded as quickly as it had appeared; something that always seemed to be happening to the two of you. 

You bump your shoulder against Peter’s. “Wanna head back out there?” 

Peter smiles at you, taking a sip of his champagne. “Nah, I’d rather stay here with you. Besides, I think it would be pretty obvious that we’ve been, you know, having fun up here.” 

You blush at the accidental insinuation that Peter had just made, but you knew he only meant that you had been drinking. He seemed oblivious to it though, so you decided not to make a joke about it and spare yourselves any more awkwardness. 

“True,” you say with a soft laugh, “I’d rather be here too, anyways. You don’t totally suck to hang out with.” 

Peter laughs softly and it’s his turn to bump your shoulder with his, the slight contact almost making you shiver. “Yeah, yeah, you’re not so bad yourself.” 

You spent the next hour or two doing the same thing you always did—making each other laugh and testing the hell out of Peter. And, even though neither of you said what you were really thinking, it was okay. You knew there would be other moments—other nights like this where the words might finally spill out. 

For now, this was enough.

Thank you for reading! My first mcu!peter fic yay!! I have lots more in my drafts lol, so lmk if u wanna see more of himmmm. Tom Holland was my first ever celebrity crush and I am a MASSIVE Marvel fan, so this Peter holds a special place in my heart :) Again, thanks for readin and I hope you liked itttt! xoxo

[glazedrogers]

peter parker playing with hot wheels on my thighs could fix me

[oncasette]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂. send in a character + a scenario for a blurb

and i might spend all summer with her on my mind

with peter parker. summer romance with him omg shut up.

college!peter x out of state!reader

peter knew he thought about you. all the time, actually. more than he knows he should, and definitely when he knows he's supposed to be thinking of other things.

like his chemistry lab, or his econ final, or not face planting into the wall in front of his face while he's swinging. you know, other things. yet, every time he attempts to refocus, his train of thought seems to veer further off its tracks. they stumble into dangerous territory, into thoughts of how pretty you'd looked in class that morning or how soft your skin looked or, or how desperately kissable you looked when he caught you looking up at him from across the library later that afternoon.

he doesn't even think he realized how much you occupied his thoughts, truly, until after the term had ended. until it all clicked, and he realized he wasn't going to be seeing you again until september. that, this wasn't like high school anymore and, instead of living a couple of blocks away like his old friends had, you were flying back to your hometown in two days and he'd be thousands of miles away.

"hey, peter," you stop him in the quad.

"yeah?" he asks, begging and pleading and hoping you don't see the way his cheeks have flushed in the ten seconds since you'd gathered his attention.

"keep in touch?" you say, fingers twiddling with a piece of paper you'd torn from your planner. it's just the corner, barely smaller than the palm of your hand when unfolded with your phone number scrawled across it in a glitter gel pen.

you're already starting to step past him when his mouth starts to form syllables again. "you wanna- yeah, oh- yeah, definitely, keep in touch."

"see you in the fall, peter," you call over your shoulder, only a foot and a half away from him at this point.

"yep, fall," he squeaks out.

[teabag-of-mischief]

Don't imagine exhausted Peter Parker breaking his arm and trying to hide it from the media as he goes outside etc. because he doesn't want anyone to write anything about him ever again and just be left alone

[burningfudge]

a dysfunctional found family with dark pasts and no brain cells who saved the day with the power of friendship can be so personal

[love-hs28]

LOVEEE

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → language, kissing

Summary → Peter and you are making out, but your cat, Snowball interrupts, leaving Peter adorably frustrated.

You were sitting on the couch with Peter, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as the movie you had been watching played in the background. It wasn’t long before Peter shifted, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The familiar warmth of his touch made you smile, and you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His brown eyes twinkled with affection as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against yours.

The kiss started slow, gentle, as if savoring the moment. But soon, it deepened. Peter's hands slid up your back, pulling you closer to him, and you responded by tangling your fingers in his soft curls. His lips moved with yours in a rhythm that felt so natural, and you could feel his heart beating faster as you both got lost in each other.

“Mm, I could kiss you forever,” Peter murmured between kisses, his voice low and slightly breathless.

You giggled softly, giving his bottom lip a playful tug. “Forever?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours as his thumb gently brushed your cheek. “Forever sounds pretty perfect.”

Your lips met again, this time more eagerly. You felt Peter shift beneath you as you straddled his lap, his hands resting on your hips while yours roamed across his shoulders and down his chest. He let out a soft groan, his fingers tightening their grip on you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Just as things were getting more intense, you felt a sudden soft brush against your ankle. You ignored it at first, too focused on Peter’s lips and the way he made you feel. But then it happened again, a little more persistent this time.

You broke the kiss with a laugh, glancing down to find your fluffy white cat, Snowball, weaving between your legs and staring up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Snowball, seriously?” You muttered, leaning back slightly. Peter let out a small, frustrated whine as you pulled away, his lips chasing yours.

“Babe, come back,” Peter pouted, his hands still on your waist, trying to pull you back down. “He can wait.”

You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, gently petting Snowball with one hand while trying to calm Peter with the other. “He’s just being curious. He probably wants attention.”

“I want attention!” Peter exclaimed dramatically, his hands moving to your thighs as he rested his head on your chest, nuzzling into you. “Your cat always gets in the way at the worst times.”

“He's jealous,” you teased, running your fingers through Peter's hair soothingly.

“Jealous?” Peter scoffed, raising his head to look at you with those puppy-dog eyes. “Of me?”

You nodded playfully. “Yup. You’re hogging all my affection.”

Peter pouted even more. “Well, too bad. I’m not sharing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was being. “Oh, really?”

“Really,” he said firmly, then suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you both over so you were lying beneath him on the couch. You squealed in surprise, but Peter silenced you with another kiss, his lips moving insistently against yours.

You felt him smile against your lips before he broke away just enough to murmur, “Now, where were we?”

Before you could answer, a loud meow interrupted the moment once again. You looked over to see Snowball sitting at the edge of the couch, staring at both of you with wide, accusing eyes.

Peter groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck. “He’s doing it on purpose!”

You giggled, trying to push Peter off of you gently. “Maybe he needs something. I should check—”

“Nooo,” Peter whined, refusing to let go. “Don’t leave me. We were in the middle of something important!”

“Peter, he’s just a cat,” you said through your laughter, but Peter shook his head stubbornly.

“I don’t care. This is our time, not Snowball's. He’s had you all day!” Peter lifted his head, pouting dramatically. “He gets you 24/7. I only get you for a little bit before I have to go on patrol.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, cupping Peter’s face in your hands. “You’re such a baby sometimes, you know that?”

Peter grinned, clearly not minding the teasing. “I only whine because I love you.”

“And because Snowball interrupted your makeout session?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly!” Peter nodded enthusiastically. “He’s a total cockblock!”

You laughed, pulling him down for a quick kiss. “Alright, alright. Let me just give him a treat, and then we can pick up where we left off.”

Peter sighed dramatically but let you go, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes as if he’d just been told the world was ending. “Fine. But hurry. You’re leaving me all alone here with my broken heart.”

You laughed again, shaking your head as you climbed off the couch and grabbed a small treat from the kitchen for Snowball. “I’ll be back in two seconds, drama king.”

As you gave Snowball his treat, you could hear Peter mumbling to himself on the couch, still sulking. “I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend. Is that so much to ask? But no, of course Snowball had to ruin everything.”

You returned to the couch and sat beside Peter, who immediately pulled you back into his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. “Finally. Now where were we?”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him once again. "Right about here."

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[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

[deadclawshc]

he’s so cutie

[kamwashere]

“Every Deadpool has a Peter!”

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony: I'm buying you a Rolex

Peter: What, why! That's way too excessive

Tony: You need a proper watch

Peter: I have a proper watch *shows off children's Spider-Man watch*

Tony: That is not a watch, that's an embarrassment

Peter: Just wait till you see this—*presses button so it flashes coloured lights* bet your dumb Rolex can't do that

Tony: It can't, and if it did I'd return it

Peter: Sounds like you've never been kidnapped in the dark with nothing but this bad boy to try and pick the lock with. And those suckers said it was too worthless to take, pft

Tony: ...Why do you create more problems for me every time we have a conversation?

[jaemongus]

i heard that the marvel are rivals

[meshla-cyarika]

[anyalikeslasagna]

may not love the new stuff but marvel KNOWS how to fuckin cast

[spideysquirrel]

dumbass

[yasministration]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."