#peter paker fluff

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a little some-some for christmas. happy holidays🎄 divider @firefly-graphics

peter parker x gn!reader

🎧 all i want for christmas is you / underneath the tree / last christmas

the daily bugle holiday party was rather festive. you’d think with having jameson as your boss he would be a scrounge during the holidays, but he was cracking jokes and showing family pictures to anyone interested. it was a bit freaky seeing this one eighty personality, but it was nice knowing he actually was human under that dictator exterior.

“if spider-man was to be mentioned, i bet he’ll immediately go into a ‘menace to society’ rant.” peter joked while taking sips of his eggnog, face scrunching at the splashes of alcohol.

you chuckled at the jab, “bet five dollars he’ll be his biggest fan once the alcohol grows.”

peter grinned as he leaned his shoulder into the wall to face you, “okay, but no interfering. has to come naturally from someone else or jameson himself. both lose if nothing happens by the end of the party.”

switching the cup to your other hand, you smirk up at peter as you shake hands, “you're on parker.”

turning back to the party, thumping your feet and bopping your head to the christmas tunes, you lean into peter. “favorite christmas song?” tilting your attention on him.

his mouth screwed up in thought, eyes squinting into the distance, “probably… the classic one.” being vague in his answer.

a roll of your eyes, “yeah, that narrows it down to nothing. most of them are classics. come on, don’t hide this small thing from me. i won’t make fun of your taste.” leaning off the wall and standing directly in front of him now.

“you seem really interested in a simple answer.” quirking a busy brow. you shrug dramatically, “cause it’s super important! duh doy!”

that bubbly, boyish laugh spilled from peter with a shake of his shoulders. it was your favorite song, no matter the season. “well now i’m worried you will judge my choice.”

you waved away the simple worry, “no, no. probably just confused.” reaching a hand to his bicep and squeezing. flashing that teasing smile that gets his heart racing.

“well if it’s so important, why don’t you share first. favorite christmas song oh wise one?” moving his left hand to tuck bits of hair behind your right ear. eyes watching each other while cheeks grow warm.

a inhale through your nose, “honestly a tie between last christmas by wham! or underneath the tree by the queen kelly clarkson. would listen to them anytime of year.” eyes nervously observing peter’s pretty face.

“you next. what’s the classic christmas song peter benjamin parker loves?” the twinkling string lights added a sparkle to his warm brown eyes. you could melt into a puddle.

he then dipped his head away. peter’s gaze was focused into his draining cup, bits of curls falling to his forehead. you had to restrain yourself from pushing them back and letting your digits card from the strands.

“i- i feel my answer isn’t that important. like i celebrate hanukkah and christmas. plus! plus, they need to make songs for the other holidays. we have that animated adam sandler movie and the futurama song.” joking to avoid giving his answer, which you thought was a little worrying.

you reached out and took ahold of his hand to give a reassuring squeeze. “pete, it’s really not that big a deal. was just joking and i wouldn’t actually judge-“

“all i want for christmas is you.” peter blurted out while you talked.

if you were drinking there would’ve been a spit take, mouth and nose. blinking a few times with your mouth opening and closing, processing and trying to say something.

“my christmas song.” peter rushes to clarify. it would be a lie if you said that didn’t bother you.

“right. yeah, an awesome go to song. was- was thinking the same thing, but thought best of it.” playing off your ‘bout of sadness. “i’m- i’m gonna get a refill and snacks. what anything? wanna join?” hoping for both a yes and no.

“i’m- i’m good. i’ll- i’ll save our spot.” and with that you scurried away in the packed office towards the red table cloth housing all the refreshments. needing just a few minutes away from peter after that moment.

with a paper plate filled with some sugar cookies, homemade brownies and a few pieces of fruit, with a new cup of soda you hid yourself in a shadowed corner. eyes bouncing from person to person, observing how jennifer in editing was interacting with jonathan from the film crew- definitely a thing outside the office- you figured it’s been long enough to rejoin peter at his side.

dumping your trash and weaving through the bodies you almost bumped into one before they stopped in front of you with their hands hovering over your biceps.

“i was getting worried,” peter declared with a shakey smile. his arms dropped from the air, fingers grazing your knuckles.

“nothing to worry about peter. the green goblin doesn’t work here, just some cutthroat journalist.” brushing his panic away.

peter chuckled while rubbing a palm into his neck, “you never know. nancy’s got that deadly stare if you get on her bad side.” “and that’s why i bring her a breakfast sandwich on wednesdays.”

he nodded, “very smart,” then looked over his shoulder, “wanna move somewhere less crowded? getting a bit overheated.”

“lead the way, parker.” and then peter linked his right into your left, guiding you through the desk and towards the front of the office layout. jackie on karaoke was just a bit faint now, thankfully.

“i- i’m sorry about earlier.” peter quietly spoke. a small jut of your chin to see him a bit better, eyes watchful and gentle. “there’s nothing to be so-“

“all i want for christmas is you, that’s true. i- i just rushed to add the second part, cause i- i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or- or something. but then when you were gone for almost five minutes i knew i upset you and i never want to upset-“

“pete, peter.” setting a hand to his red sweater clad chest and taking a step closer. he had a soft doe eye happening and it softened your insides. “i wanna change my answer.”

“okay…” a pinch to the middle of his brow.

“all i want for christmas is you. my holiday classic.” speaking the title slowly and dripping in your oowey gooey emotions for the photographer standing before you.

peter’s mouth opened and then, “what?”

you had to resist the eye roll so you tried a different more complicated tactic. “last christmas i gave my heart to someone undeserving of it. so this year to save me from tears i’m giving it towards someone special.” squeezing your linked hands for emphasis.

trying to be romantic towards a smart yet oblivious guy is really hard. “peter, please tell me you understood that or i will walk away. and then i will come back to tell you straight forward.”

he was silent, you could see the gears turning behind his eyes. picking apart and understanding each word and the whole meaning. you almost wanted to just start singing the lyrics if that would help more.

“peter…” “no! no i- i got it! you- you like me too?” ending it off in a question.

a sigh with a simple smile, “yes peter. i like you too.”

“okay, awesome!” he looked like a boy who was gifted the best present. bring your joined hand up peter pressed two kisses along your knuckles then grabbed your other hand and swung them between your bodies. sugarplum fairies danced in your belly.

“do you… maybe wanna get something to eat? actual food not just sweets. or- or some other time, whenever you’re free really.” peter tripped over his words but landed upright.

you couldn’t help the airy giggle from slipping free. “asking me on a date already? are you trying to beat some new year resolutions?” shuffling closer into peter’s space.

“maybe…” his eyeline sitting over your shoulder for a moment before drifting onto your multicolored face. “would that be okay?” always the gentleman.

“more than okay.” your eyes tracing over all the details that make up peter parker before noticing something attached to the ceiling.

the surround chatter has faded and died out, just the two of you in your bubble. “hey, pete…” “yeah?” “look up.”

your eyes dropped to see peter was just staring at you with a confused look so your placed a finger under his chin and forced his head up, your own following second.

tied to a fishing string hung a fresh bundle of holly. “oh.” was all peter said then continued with, “kinda weird to have holly at a work party.”

“true, but it’s a traditional christmas plant. and we’re standing under it…” trailing off to wait for peter’s response of the situation.

“well…” bringing his head down and releasing your hand so he could slowly hold his to hover over your cheeks, “if you’re okay with keeping the tradition…”

fingers knotting into the wool of peter’s knit sweater and pushing onto the tips of your toes, “more than okay, peter.” and leaning in first to seal the confirmation.

a sigh of relief once peter cupped your cheeks and held you close. it was a small, simple kiss- one that was completely appropriate for a work setting. you could picture the scene playing in a holiday rom-com, an added kick of your feet for flair.

a quick peck after the smooch and you leaned away from peter and back on your feet. “i know a diner on fifty-eighth. wanna go?”

“lead the way, oh wise one.” and peter let you take his hand to drag him behind you as you both gathered your belongings.

“enjoy your night.” emma, one of your coworker friend, wiggled her brows in a suggestive manner and you just pushed her shoulder in annoyance.

you rejoined with peter and started to head out until you stopped short and shook his arm, “oh! oh we forgot!” “forgot wh-“

“you know, that- that spider isn’t- isn’t so b- bad.” a slurring j john jameson heard over the high notes of mariah carey.

“buy me a milkshake and we’re even.” “deal.”

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— earth1610!miles with a bookworm s/o

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characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, established gn!relationship, a lil self-indulgent lol

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E1610! Miles Morales who loves his bookworm partner. He wasn't a reader before he met you, only occasionally collecting a new comic or picking up a book that stood out to him from English class. But after seeing how you devoured novels like picture books, he had to see the hype. And though he didn't adore reading like you (being Spider-Man doesn't allow much time for reading), he began to develop a small love for the stories that captivated your time. 

E1610! Miles Morales who takes you to the bookstore once a week, twice if they have a sale. He loves feeding your addiction to books to the point even��you have to tell him to stop. He just loves to see your face light up after he buys you the new novel you had been talking about for weeks. And if he just so happens to use his Spider-Man privilege to get a brand new, signed copy with the author's notes of your favorite novel, you'd be none the wiser. 

E1610! Miles Morales who gets embarrassed when you find his alter ego's comics. To be honest, he didn't know they kept making Spider-Man comics after the death of Peter Paker, so he's caught off guard when he sees his face. You both have spent countless hours browsing through them while Miles comments on what they got right or wrong. It honestly embarrasses him that people like them, but you love it, buying each and every copy. If Miles ever finds them hidden under your bed, get ready for "limited edition" signed copies.

E1610! Miles Morales who will never love books like you do, but adores how passionate you are about them. He loves listening to you rant and rave about whatever current book you're reading despite having no clue what's going on. His new favorite pastime is cuddling you as you read, showing him lines that you find funny or meaningful. If you ever decide to read to him, he'll melt on the inside and doze off from the sound of your voice. 

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Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x Female! Reader

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Genre(s): smut, fluff

Warnings: dom! reader, sub! Peter, riding, semi-unedited work

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You chuckled so lowly it was almost silent, "Believe me, you're prettier Peter,"

Your lips very softly pecked his, so gently, so delicately, so incredibly torturous, testing the waters of something you've always had the answer to. He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, and fluttered them open only to find yours completely doe-eyed for him.

"Really?"

He had no time or mind to regret his hesitant words now.

You impulsively scoffed at his naiveness, "Fucking Christ, you're perfect," the words quickly slipped before kissing him this time, really kissing him. A shaky hand reached for your waist and stopped right before getting under the fabric. Yours, however, firmly slipped slightly under the collar of his shirt, your ring and pinky finger resting on his collarbone.

His breath has been perhaps quicker than his heartbeat, so much so that he seemed to have no oxygen to make his forehead leave yours.

You cupped his face slightly caressing his cheek, "How's that for your-" you had to admit you were also lacking air, "for your first kiss,"

"Great, y- yeah, that was great," he couldn't fathom coming up with anything more.

You both giggled.

He felt your skin slip out of his shirt and your thumb being placed on his mouth, he soon realized his eyesight was blocked once again, but it didn't matter 'cause for the first time in a while he felt safe, and you were making an effort for it as well. The small, yet very significant contact was reassuring, comforting, and sweet, it was his first kiss after all; he didn't admit it, but you quickly figured it was his first encounter of such nature as well.

"Are you okay?" You whispered after a few seconds of silence.

He just nodded.

"Was-" he cleared his throat and snapped out by facing you once again, still not breaking the closeness, "Was that good? The- the kiss I mean," he subconsciously played with the edge of your top mistaking it for his.

It was your turn to nod now, subconsciously biting your bottom lip, still savoring it. A little clumsy and nervous, maybe a little tense, but kind and soft nonetheless, it was refreshing to not have to kiss a guy who was rushing for something more.

You noticed his flush moving all the way to the top of his face now, spreading pretty quickly.

"You wanna do it again?"

"Yeah-" he cut off himself.

You grinned against him, now more surely pulling him closer by his neck. God bless innocent Peter Parker for only hugging the waistline of your shorts. By the time you began to play with the bottom stitches of his shirt you made sure to look at him, lips free just in case he wanted to stop, he received the message, loud and clear, pulling it off his chest, over his head and not dropping it yet somewhere across your kitchen, he only allowed himself to release the thought of having it to put back in when you reached for his hands to interlace your fingers.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

'Remember it always Peter, consent is fundamental for any human interaction' his aunt's words couldn't have resounded louder.

"Yes, you?"

He smiled, "Yes,"

He helped you jump off the counter and let you guide him through the living room, the hallway, and into your room. You sat him on your bed after helping him to get rid of almost all of his clothes, you let his finger tips travel your body as he watched you undress yourself and seemingly make a whole show out of it. You had every urge to enjoy yourself just as much with him, but that would be for a different time, maybe even a different girl, you made peace with it, after all, this wasn't about you, it was for him.

He very visibly swallowed a groan when you stranded him, you kissed him more passionately this time, attempting to spark a bit more initiative, you confirmed it worked when you felt a little more strength when grabbing your hips, fingers tempted to go down further.

You let out a moan when feeling him completely hard, both your arousals grew bigger. He now confidently traced his lips down your neck, he looked up at you lightly biting the top of one of your breasts, after verifying you liked it, he repeated his action on the other side of your chest. You braided your hands into his hair soon after he began to kiss and suck your nipples.

He saw you after a little while, swollen lips, a thin thread of spit hanging from both places, you cleaned it with your thumb, and then bent down to join your faces.

"Are you ready?" You mumbled.

"Yes,"

With his help you removed his last piece of clothing. Now, if it were any other guy you would effortlessly reach for a condom in your nightstand, however, you decided to be bold and choose not to.

"I'm on the pill, so, don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," he let out lovingly.

You stroke him a few times before beginning, and smoothly sat down, you gasped, he moaned. 'It's always the shy ones' you thought. Although by this point completely consumed by pleasure, he still managed to have his eyes filled with awe for you.

He recovered his strength after a couple seconds, you jumped a second time patiently, he couldn't help but hide his embarrassment in the crook of your neck, your hands reached for his biceps as support.

"Go faster, please," he muttered at the edge of your ear.

You granted his plead, making your actions less paused between one another, you couldn't overwhelm him. You accidentally let yourself fall harder, failing to shut an almost pornographic moan out of you, he just felt too fucking good.

"Oh my god," you couldn't hold the sounds any longer.

He cursed under his breath and began to repeat your name like a prayer. He was close, you could hear his voice weakening by the second, you proceeded to whine his name on his lips to send him over the edge, not long after, he came undone moaning yours.

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No Judgement | peter parker x chubby!fem!reader

@juliebean247​ asked: Hii! I’m pretty new to tumblr but I’ve read most of your work and I’m in love with it all!! I dunno if you do peter x reader (if you don’t that’s ok, just ignore lmao) but maybe where we have chubby!reader who jokingly puts herself down all the time and peter just kinda snaps at her for doing it because he can’t stand the comments she makes- because he’s crushing on her...? Again- you don’t have to do this one or you can change it up!

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Summary: You are you, and damn you love it. Everyone knows it too, and they love you. Joking about yourself is common. But as soon as you feel down, you can’t stop but put yourself down. Sometimes harshly. And Peter can’t take it anymore.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angsty (mention of fat shaming, insecurities), a tiny bit of language (nothing too bad) but fluff at then end 

Word Count: 1945

A/N: first time (really) writing about our Spidey boy! 🎉🕷 also I kinda take my time with writing so sorry it took me a bit 😅 but I only feel accomplished when Like what I write sooooo bare with me please? 🙄🙊 anyway! thank you for your request sweetheart, I hope you will all like this little angsty fluffy as much as I do~ 💞 AND LOVE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL BEAUTIFUL!!! 💖💜💖💜

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To hell with all beauty standards and perfection stereotypes!

You love your body as it is, from the smallest imperfection on your face to your curves and extra skin. And needless to say you are proud to show it. But sometimes other people’s look can be harsh on you, full of judgements as they don’t even know you but any opportunity is an open door to criticism.

So you got use to it like you didn’t care, and even made fun of it. More like made fun of yourself, actually.

“Man, her legs put together are the size of one thigh of mine!” you chuckle as you eat in the cafeteria next to MJ, Peter and Ned. All the table look at who you are talking about.

MJ playfully elbows you in the waist as she drinks her glass of water. “Shush (Y/N), everyone compares Bethany as a walking chopstick anyway.”

“I knoooow” you reply with a playful tone, munching on your pasta.

“You also look like chopsticks MJ, like from head to toes. Damn girl, you could just fly away with the wind!” you giggle while trying to steal in MJ’s plate. “And I will just stick to the ground like a pole!”

Even if you are laughing at yourself, you are actually the only one. You don’t catch MJ rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh, Ned being kind of confused and Peter... well, clearly being annoyed.

“Alriiiiiight you little brat, stop talking crap ‘cause you still have to explain the last lesson to me before next class starts” grumbles MJ as she stands, her now empty tray in hand before taking it away.

“Yup girl, coming!” you announce, wiping your mouth with a paper napkin.

Peter follows each of your moves. All done eating you too stand, put your bag on your back and take your tray ready to follow MJ, who is already waiting for you near the exit of the cafeteria.

“Alright guys, see you in chemistry!” you happily sing while showing your biggest smile to the boys before leaving the table to join MJ.

The constant chattering of the students in the background hides the silent at the table. Ned finishes his yogurt before talking to Peter, but he stops himself when he notices his friend’s face. Tensed. Annoyed. And sad maybe? Ned has actually an idea of what is bothering his friend so much but knowing Peter’s personality, it would be a waste of time. Better to skirt the issue.

“(Y/N) is acting a bit weird recently, don’t you think?”

Peter only hums, more focus on mixing what is left of his yogurt than anything else right now. Head low and furrowed eyebrows, he keeps staring at actually nothing, just being lost in his thought and thinking. 

Thinking a lot, yes. About you. About how much you put yourself down way too much recently.

He can’t laugh at your cheeky comments anymore. He just can’t.

* * * *

Chemistry is your last class of the day, thanks the lords. You are finally reunited with all your three best friends so, hopefully the hours will pass by faster.

MJ writes (more like scribbles) lazily the answers for the report your duo has to give back at the end of the lesson, while you are the one having fun mixing whatever there is in the test tubes. Then you take an empty one and look through it.

“MJ, look” you whisper to your friend, trying to catch her attention. At first she doesn’t even care to turn her head towards you, until you insist by calling-whispering her name until she finally deigns to glance at you. Not really understanding what you want to show her, MJ brings her lab stool closer to you and frowns as she looks through your test tube. You brings the tube closer to both your faces.

“Look, Lara’s ass is as big as mine now” you kind of try to whisper, as well as not laughing out loud to not get reprimanded by the teacher.

In fact the glass tube deforms everything you look at when watching through it. And in that case, it is changing the shapes of your comrade’s bottom. MJ seems unimpressed and with her well-known bitch resting face, the girl simply goes back to her writings but not without sending you “are you serious?” glances.

Little did you know Peter could hear all your conversation, even three desks behind. The displeased look on his face is immediately showing and he almost breaks the pen he is using to write on the due paper. The slight crack of the plastic draws Ned’s attention.

“Dude, that’s my favourite pen!”

“Sorry, mate” grumbles Peter, putting the pen down and he sighs, leaning his elbows on the lab desk. He exhales loudly while ruffling at his hair. 

“You should talk to (Y/N), don’t you think so?” declares Ned as he takes two test tubes in his hands to deal with their contents. “You know, just to tell her how you feel and stuff like that.”

“I don’t know, man” retorts Peter with a low voice, his head now hidden in his arms. “I just- I can’t just say “hey (Y/N), stop running yourself down all the time because you are gorgeous in every way and I had a crush on you since high school and-”

“Peter stop, you’re mumbling like a freak” exclaims Ned, hoping to end his friend’s suffering. “Seriously, I noticed the face you do when she jokes about herself. I mean, maybe she’s not feeling great so you talking to her might sort things out somehow?”

Peter processes Ned’s words as his eyes follows you when you go ask something to the teacher. There is something about the kindness that emanates from your pretty eyes, the pink outline of your lips, the unique way your hair curves perfectly around your round face, but mostly your hourglass figure. Sometimes the boy finds hard to keep his eyes up. But you look so beautiful to him. That is mainly the reason why Peter can’t accept hearing you badmouthing about your appearance anymore.  

* * * *

The ringing bell announces the end of today’s lessons. Students are now filling every corridors, some going to their locker and other already leaving the building.

“I need to take some books in my locker, you coming with me MJ?” you ask your friend.

“Sorry, my mum’s picking me up ‘cause we’re going to my grandma this evening so I have to hurry” explains MJ, not too excited about the thought of it.

“I need to go to my locker too” Peter jumps into the conversation. He directly stares at you, a determined look on his face.

“Oh, uhm- alright then!” you cheer blushing a bit, still taken aback by Peter’s serious tone.

You wave goodbye at MJ and Ned as you start walking to your locker, Peter following close to you and receiving two discrete thumbs up from Ned. 

The main school corridor is now more empty, the steps of the last students resonating and almost fading little by little. You and Peter stop in front of your lockers, them being next to each other and just do your own things by taking and putting down what you need or not. Peter is more like fiddling with stuff, pretending to do something while his goal was obviously talking to you.

When he ears you zipper your backpack shut and close your locker, he violently - but not intentionally - slams his close a bit too harsh, making the loud metallic slap resonate in the empty corridor. You jump at that too and Peter just wants to facepalm himself at his own stupidity. 

“Err (Y/N), can- can we talk?” the boy mutters, now shy because of his sudden loose of confidence.

“Sure Pete, about what?”

Peter gulps as you stare at him, waiting for what he has to say. He is nervous now. How will you react? Good or bad? Will you ignore him after that talk because he offended you or misunderstood the situation? Will you-

“Peter? You’re alright?”

Your soft and worried voice suddenly takes him out of his mixed up thoughts.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N).”

That is indeed straight to the point. Totally. First you blink a few times, not sure if you heard it right but seeing Peter’s serious face says it all. Your whole face is now blushing at his sudden compliment.

“P-PETER WHY DO YOU-”

“(Y/N), you are the most beautiful girl I know. Like in every way possible. You’re kind, smart, funny, a bit nerdy, outgoing, sometimes eccentric too but it’s part of your personality. But you’re also gorgeous in the way you dress because it shows your beautiful shapes off. You have nothing to be ashamed of in comparison to any other girl. You’re unique and I love everything about you, starting with your cheeks because they’re so round and full, but also your waist because its highlights your defined hips and I could go on and on for hours. It’s everything a boring, shy, awful and introvert guy like me loves. So please, stop putting yourself down all the time. You don’t deserve it and never you will. I don’t like that and I just want you to know that I loved you since high school and that I-”

You cut Peter off in his mumbling by putting both your hands on his mouth. When he finally stops - also remembering to breath again -, he finally notices how much your face and ears are red. You avoid looking at him, still not fully processing all the compliments and obvious declaration of love. Your heartbeats could almost break through your ribcage and your mind is a mess.

Seeing you conflicting with yourself, Peter takes your hands off his mouth and gently keep them in his. His look tries to search for yours.

“(Y/N), I’m serious about what I said. You know I’m awful with words but... Trust me when I say I love everything about you, a lot, so please love yourself as much as I do.”

After calming down a bit, you dare to look at Peter again, his eyes soft and reassuring. You are still at a loose of words because nobody said any of the beautiful things Peter just did to you. Nobody. And it warms your heart knowing that someone loves you how you are. You love it even more because you know it is Peter.

Peter squeezes your hands and with a impulse out of nowhere, he lightly pecks the corner of your mouth. He then moves his face back, smiling warmly at you.

“When you’re with me, there is no judgement (Y/N).”

“J-Jeez, Peter...” you stutter, you face still red of shyness.

“I’m walking you back home, come on” Peter mans himself up, noticing the school is completely empty with not a sound around. Detaching his hands from you, he picks your backpack up to give it to you. You take it with wobbling  hands, muttering a shy “thanks” before putting it on your back. Now ready to go, Peter extends one hand for you to take and this time, you don't have to be told twice. 

Hand in hands, fingers intertwine, you both walk through the long corridor, only you two remaining here. Peter’s warm hand reassures you in a strange way. But you like it. 

And you can’t stop the content smile growing on your face as you sneak a look at the boy who just proved you are worth it. Inside out. From head to toes.

And boy do you love this feeling.

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pairing — peter parker x reader

warnings — blood, probably swearing, a bit of angst i guess

summary — part 4 in which peter learns that a flower can be more memorable and passionate than the words “I love you.”

author’s note — if you’ve made it this far in the mini-series, i can’t thank you enough for supporting it. i know my writing isn’t the best, but i’m still learning and improving. if you found this fic first, i recommend going to part one and starting from there. it probably isn’t the best thing you’ve read but feedback is always appreciated. writer’s don’t get a lot of support from just simple likes. small comments with reblogs always make their days. of course, it’s your choice to add comments for support. 

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Sitting in your bedroom doing a facetime call with Michelle, you carefully sprayed a few plants with the spray bottle. You still had yet to bring up what happened with Peter the afternoon before, but Michelle was asking you questions about your gardening skills and so on. It was fine though, sooner or later you’d bring it up to the girl.

“So what did you and Peter plant last night? Peter told me he was going to help you with some gardening and I’m just curious as to what you planted,” MJ explained, leaning against the table she sat at, her hand propped up by her elbows and hands.

You leaned back against the wall by your twin-sized bed. “Well, we planted some sunflowers together, the kind that grows to like ten feet or something like that. But something surprising happened too.”

“And that is?” MJ hummed softly, arching an eyebrow in interest.

“Well, Peter went on and on about how it’s tough being a hero and it brings a lot of unwanted dangers and risks to the people he cares about. This was after I told him the meaning behind sunflowers and he said he wan- he is my sunflower. He also said he’s in love with me.” 

MJ just smirked. After a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh. “Finally!”

“W-What?”

“Peter’s loved you for quite some time, he claims it was love at first sight. At first, I thought it was just him being an idiot but seeing how you interacted, I knew it was real,” MJ explained, smiling at you through the screen.

“We’re going on a date tonight, we also kissed yesterday and it honestly was amazing,” you paused, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Wait- why aren’t you at school.”

“Didn’t feel like going, plus I’m going to some protest thing at lunchtime so-”

You nodded, zoning out for a second before MJ claimed she needed to go get ready. You hung up shortly after and stood up, ready to go to check on your plants in your garden.

Heading up the stairwell to the rooftop door, you ran your hands against the rusted railing, lost in thought. You entered the area you adored so much, digging through your supplies to pull on a pair of tweezers, deciding it’d be best to remove any unwanted critters from your plants, especially the edible ones you often used for cooking. As you walked over to the area, you couldn’t help but think about what Peter had planned for both of you. 

Maybe he was going to swing you around New York, take you to a cafe or a florist shop. It had to be something amazing. You knew Peter would strive to make it wonderful. It was who he was. You could tell by the way he was so interested in learning about what you learned. It was another thing you loved about the boy. He was always passionate about other people’s passions. 

You carefully picked up a small slug from a leaf, setting it in a small container so you could dispose of the critter safely. As you rose to your feet, a gruff voice came from behind you.

“Hello, little lady.”

Whipping around, you were faced with two buff and tall men, each holding some form of a weapon and a gun strapped to their belt. Every part of you seemed to stiffen with fear. 

“I see you’re close with our friend Spider-Man,” the first one explained, taking a step closer, which ultimately caused you to back up. “We just need a little motive for the guy and we’ll be on our way.”

“Yeah, I think the motive you’re looking for is somewhere else, so I’m going to go-” you trailed off, moving quickly towards the door to get away from the men. Two loud bangs caused you to stumble back. The door now bore two holes in it, both from the gun one man was holding. 

“Not so fast.”

You scrambled to the box of supply you hand, hoping to find something - anything - to defend yourself. Gripping a small hand spade tightly, you held it out in front of you, moving backward away from the men who pursued you slowly. The panic was really setting in now, shining in your eyes as you tried to getaway. One fired another shot, aiming only for your leg or any place to slow you down. It almost grazed your skin, hitting one of the rose bushes you had. 

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell anyone anything,” you begged, tripping over a flower bed and falling hard against the concrete. They gave no regards to your garden, walking through it and damaging the plants you worked so hard to care for. One held a long machete, cutting off stems and small branches ruthlessly. 

“No can do, sweetheart. Spidey’s taken quite a liking for you no doubt and there’s no better way to catch the guy by using his love as bait,” the first man snickered, firing yet another shot, this time hitting your leg. You collapsed, crying out in pain. Your phone fell from your back pocket into a patch of pink flowers. Clutching your thigh, you felt the warm liquid stain your hands, still attempting to scoot away. It was no use. They grabbed you by your arms, yanking you up roughly. 

“It hurts, doesn’t it,” the one glared, grabbing your face with his calloused hands. A whimper left your lips before they hit you across the head harshly, knocking you unconscious.  They carried you away, heading to the outskirts of the city where they'd keep you, ready for Spider-Man to find you.

Only hours later, Peter had arrived on the rooftop, still in his suit. He pulled off his mask quickly, letting out a soft breath. “Hey y/n-” seeing you weren’t there, he paused, glancing around. “Y/n?”

The sight he saw was a nightmare. Your garden was destroyed. The previous sunflowers that already had been looking to the sun were all bent or cut down. Plants were trampled and broken. Petals laid across the ground ripped from the buds they rested on. This was not the doing of his new girlfriend. You were far too loving and gentle to do this to your own garden. He looked around, noticing a hand spade on the ground before seeing something he didn’t want to see.

Blood. 

“Oh my god,” he breathed out. Peter pulled out his phone, dialing your number only to hear the ringtone in a flower bed right next to him. Peter leaned down quickly, picking up the phone from the small bush of begonia flowers. The screen was cracked right beside the wooden row was a stain of blood on the ground. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” he muttered, clutching the phone tightly. Taking his own, he called Ned urgently. The boy picked up after a few moments and Peter began to rush out words. “Ned, Ned, Ned,” Peter rushed out, his chest heaving and breathing fast, showing his panic. 

“Slow down, Peter!” Ned exclaimed. “What’s happening?”

“Oh god, Ned, y/n is in danger. Her garden is destroyed, I don’t know what happened! I was coming to pick her up for our date and everything is ruined. All her work and there was blood and I found her phone. N-Ned, I’m scared. I’ve got to find her- I’ve got to call the police-”

“Peter, breathe.”

The brunet boy nodded as if Ned could see him, trying his best to take deep breaths. Peter was so scared for you. Only yesterday he was talking about losing a loved one and here he was, unsure of where you were and if you were even alive. 

“I’m going to call the police, get them over here and have them file a missing person report. Then I’m going to find her.”

Peter hung up and quickly called the police. He explained everything to them and it didn’t take them long to arrive. Peter had changed into normal clothes and was currently staring at your phone. The wallpaper was a selfie you and Peter took together. He bit his lip, frowning. It was adorable. You both had smiled at the camera and put flowers to your eyes. He wanted more photos like these, but part of him kept saying that might never happen because you could be dead. Looking away to stop himself from tearing up, he walked over to your father, who looked like a mess.

“Hey, Mr. L/n. Are you okay,” he asked nervously.

“I’m alright it’s just- my baby girl is out there hurt and scared and no one knows where she is. I’m worried about her,” your father explained to Peter. “She loves you, Peter. You’re a good young man and while my daughter thinks she doesn’t deserve to have another person to love, she does. She got what she needed. Thank you for being that person.”

Peter smiled sadly at this, looking down. “I probably need to head back home. My aunt will be worried once she hears the news.” 

Your father nodded and Peter looked back to where he had found your phone. Then it hit him. Begonias. It was one of the flowers you taught him about. Begonias meant deep thinking, but the other meaning haunted Peter. It meant beware. This made him realize he would have to beware the dangers ahead. The dangers that could easily get you killed. 

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[missbreephoenix]

Omg this was so cute, sweet and fluffy 🥹

I will forever love Peter and Sunshines banter but this is just too much with the sweetness of it all. Another fantastic job, ma’am! 👏🏼💕

i feel like peter and sunshine are that type of couple who would wear matching overalls when they paint the nursery for their kids :’)

YES THEY WOULD also this is so sweet and soft omg if you haven't read Here Comes the Sun yet, just know it's sunshine!reader and grumpy!Peter. This is down the road, after they've gotten married

"One of us is going to have to change." Peter said as soon as she entered the room.

She looked up from the paint swatches in her hand to take in her husband. Her nose scrunched up as she broke out into a laugh.

It had started as a joke. Peter had made a comment about her overalls, asking if the Olsen twins' childhood fashion was making a comeback.

"They're pretty comfortable. Plus, I think your ass would look great in them," his sunshine remarked in between giggling at Peter's comment.

"You'll have to buy them yourself if you want me to wear them," Peter had told her. So she did-she brought the exact same pair, just in men's form.

They had had the same idea: overalls were great for painting rooms.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Well, it's not gonna be me, that's for sure."

"Why not Sunshine? You're the last one to show up," Peter retorted as he moved towards the cans of paints.

She placed a hand over her growing belly, "You're really going to make the woman who's carrying your child change?"

Peter rolled his eyes, "You're really going to milk that for the next six months?"

"Oh, absolutely!" She grinned. Peter rolled his eyes as he began to pour paint into the trays. An idea popped into his head, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

"Besides," She added, "It's been working pretty well so far. It got me ice cream last night at two in the morning."

"I'm not just doing it for you, I'm also doing it for our daughter," Peter motioned to her growing stomach, "But my point remains. We can't wear the exact same outfit."

"And what are you going to do about it?" Her eyes narrowed in on the paintbrush Peter was dipping into the tray, the bristles now coated in the sage green paint she had picked out for the nursery.

Peter stood up, stepping closer to her, paintbrush in hand.

"You wouldn't dare," She gasped.

Peter cocked his head to the side, "Would I?"

She let out a yelp as soon as the paint hit her, small droplets now on her overalls.

"Oh, it is so on Parker," She grabbed a nearby paintbrush and dipped it into the tray.

"Gonna have to catch me first!" Peter grinned, trying to avoid the splatters of paint she was flinging at him. The room was quickly filled with laughter, along with taunts laced with love.

"When I get my hands on that neck-"

"Can you even reach that high?"

"It's pretty long so probably!"

"Oh yeah? What about now?" Peter jumped up, his hands reaching the ceiling and staying there.

"No fair! I don't have radioactive spider powers!" She huffed, which combined with the pout on her face, was the cutest thing Peter had ever seen.

"Well, you're carrying a child who could potentially have radioactive spider powers so," He shrugged, unable to contain the smirk on his face.

She bit her bottom lip, her mind deeply concentrating on how she was going to get back at her husband, who was currently crawling on the ceiling.

"Hey babe, can you get that command hook off the wall?" She asked innocently.

Peter raised an eyebrow, as he looked in the direction she was pointing to. After seeing that there was indeed a command hook, he crawled over, feeling pretty triumphant that he won the paint battle.

"Here ya go Sunshine," He leaned down, his arm extending downward.

"Thanks babe," She smiled.

"Oh you little-" Peter jumped down, his arm now covered in paint. He ran after his wife, who was currently laughing and running across the room.

Her laughter quickly subsided as she bent over, hand on her stomach.

"Hey, you okay? What's wrong?" Peter asked, running up to her. His brown eyes were now full of concern. He could still hear the baby's heartbeat, which was beating at a steady pace.

"I think," She looked up at Peter, "I think I just felt her kick?"

Peter put one hand over her's, the other on her back. The two stood still for several minutes, until they felt it.

It was tiny and soft. But it was still a kick.

She looked up at Peter, her bright eyes brimming with joy, "She's kicking!"

"Yeah," was all Peter could get out. It felt surreal. He knew there was a child- his child- growing inside his wife's stomach. He had seen the ultrasounds. Could hear their heart beating.

But to actually feel them? It was indescribable.

"Want me to flick some more paint on ya? So neither of us cry?" She asked softly. Peter chuckled before moving his hands up to cradle her face.

"I love you Sunshine," He leaned in to capture her lips with his. She smiled into the kiss.

"I love you too bug," She sighed, "We should probably start painting the nursery."

Peter shrugged, a sheepish smile appearing, "We got like what? Six more months?"

[lightyagamiis]

your hero - peter parker

Pairing: peter parker x reader Genre: fluff and some action Warnings: none Word Count: 2.7k requested by @nxrsarah : may I request for peter parker imagine whereby you’ve been kidnapped since they knew that the reader is peter’s gf. thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy~ A/N: I recently rewatched all six spider-man movies, so this kinda is a mixture of them all lmao please enjoy! A song I jammed out to while I wrote this: Chad Kroeger - Hero

Peter swung in between the apartment buildings, landing the perfecting landing on the side of the building, crawling down the side of the wall reaching the familiar window he absolutely loved, knowing the thing he loved most is on the other side.

Peter dropped down onto the metal balcony/fire escape, pulling his mask from his face, shaking out his sweaty hair then running a hand through it.

He looked through the window, seeing you typing away on your laptop. Your long dirty blonde-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and your glasses scrunched up high on your nose.

Peter loved your lazy look, he loves your other looks also, but oh man he was a sucker for your nerdy lazy look. You usually have your contacts in but once you get home the contacts come off and here comes the glasses.

Peter reached up his hand, gently tapping the glass with his knuckles.

You didn’t even need to turn around to know who was at your window. The corners of your lips curled and your heart raced.

Lifting your fingers from the keys and turning in your chair, you look at your boyfriend smiling wide back at you.

“Come on Y/N, let me in.” Peter said softly, trying to not talk loud enough so your neighbors and parents don’t hear him.

You stood from your chair and quickly but gently walked to your window, carefully lifting the glass for your boyfriend to climb into your bedroom.

Peter climbed through the squared frame, sitting down on your dresser that sat right under the window. Before you could lift your arms to close the glass, Peter wrapped his arm around your thin frame pulling you towards him.

He placed you between his legs and wrapped his arms around your waist, cutely wrapping his legs around your own.

“Pete, I need to close the window.” You softly whispered to him followed by a giggle.

“Just stay right here for a moment,” he said, pushing back your hair that’s fallen from your ponytail behind your ear, “let me just look at your beautiful face.”

You smiled brightly at him, placing your hands gently on his chest sliding them up towards his neck, feeling the fabric of his suit and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really love this suit.”

Peter giggled softly, “I know you do, and it’s all thanks to Mr. Stark for it.”

You nodded softly, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Ohhhh don’t do thattttt,” your boyfriend groaned, “you know how I’m a sucker for that look.”

It’s true, Peter hated when you bite your lips, he found it so adorable and making him want to kiss you over and over.

Peter pulled you closer to him, becoming inches from your face. His beautiful orbs never left yours and his smile never fell down.

“I love you.” He whispered, as his lips were softly brushing over yours.

“I love you too, Pete.”

He pressed his lips against yours, tasting the sweat the laid upon them. You didn’t mind though, it was apart of him, a mixture of his sweat and coconut chapstick he always wears.

“Y/N?” You heard your father yell from down the hall.

You quickly pulled away from your boyfriend, “you need to go.”

Peter nodded as he stood from the dresser, getting ready to climb through the window when police sirens filled the night.

“You really need to go now.” You whispered and giggled, watching as Peter glanced out the window watching the NYPD speed down the street.

Peter nodded and turned back to you one last time, embracing you in a quick hug and placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling his mask over his face.

“Go get’em babe.” You said.

“You bet your sweet ass I will.” Peter joked as he quickly climbed through the window and jumping down from the fire escape, shooting out his webs and swinging down into the night.

You watched your boyfriend disappear following the sirens.

There was a knock at your door, but your gut told you it wasn’t a friendly knock.

You slowly turned towards your bedroom door, your heart pounding fast.

The door busted open, and a scream escaped your lips.

Peter webbed down the bank robbers and hung from the street lights.

“Put us down!” They yelled.

“Oh I’ll let the NYPD put ya down, so for now you’ll hang around until they all show up.” Peter said crossing his arms over his chest and smiling brightly through his mask.

Peter's happiness soon faded when his spider senses started going off the charts. He turned around to face the screens, he stood in the middle of Times Square, the world seemed to slow down as all the lights shut off, leaving New York dark.

The screens came back on, showing a dark figure. Peter’s heart raced, getting ready to face whatever is about to get thrown at him.

“Spider-Man!” The dark figure spoke, “do I have your attention? Good. I hope so.”

Peter balls his hands into a fist, the anger starting to boiling within him, whose this guy and why does he want to terrorize everyone.

“You’re probably wondering who I am, what I want, blah blah blah,” he got it right on the money, Peter was curious to see who this bad guy was, but all he had to go off of was his voice.

“Let me see if I can jog your memory, you had me arrested weeks ago, took everything away from me, but with Lady Luck on my side, I was able to escape and become something brilliant.”

Peter raised his eyebrow, even more confused. He’s dealt with a lot of bank robbers and thieves lately, he couldn’t remember anyone out of the ordinary.

“Since you took everything from me, I’m going to take everything from you, starting with the thing you love the most.”

Peter’s heart stopped, his fist releasing his eyes wide and mouth hung open…he knew exactly what he was going after.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Peter yelled, his anger boiling back up again and his fist closing in tight.

Peter quickly turned and ran towards the direction of your apartment, “don’t worry Y/N I’m coming.”

“See you soon spidey!” Peter heard the dark figure crackle from behind him, not turning around

Peter shot out his webs running as quickly as he could to you, swinging from every building as his anger boiled even more and more as he got closer to your apartment.

His heart raced, “please be okay, please be okay.” He whispered as he neared your room.

Dropping down onto the fire escape, he saw the window was still open and his heart stopped.

“Y/N!!” He yelled as he climbed through the window, “Y/N!!!” Peter quickly ran out of your opened bedroom door, seeing everything in the house thrown and broken to the ground, seeing your parents lay face down onto the floor in the living room.

“Hey hey hey, Mr. and Mrs. YL/N.” Peter said kneeling down beside them and poking their backs.

Your father sat up slowly, looking up at you, “Spider-Man, he took our girl. Save her please.”

Peter’s heart raced faster than ever, he couldn’t believe what was happened, “yes sir but I need to get you two to safety first.”

He helped your parents to their feet and out of the apartment building before running back in to see if there were any clues left behind on who took you.

“Karen I need to scan the room and find anything that could help us…” before Peter could finish speaking, he noticed a note laying on your bed.

He slowly walked over and picked it up.

“Hey, Parker! You want your little girlfriend to live? Meet us at the docks at 12 am”

“DAMMIT!” Peter yelled, ripping the piece of paper to scraps.

And out the window he went, swinging through the buildings as quickly as he could to you. It was 11:30 pm, he had thirty minutes to make it to you.

“Karen give me all possible route to get to the docks quicker.”

“Yes, Peter right away. Take the next right through oscorps and the theater.”

“Thanks, Karen!”

You woke up from deep sleep you were put under, seeing yourself tied to a column underneath the docks, the water crushing hard against the columns, shaking everything.

Your heart was pounding and your body shook, you started crying out for help, the tears trailing down your face.

“Oh shut up!” The man who kidnapped you spoke. He came flying down on a glider, completely dressed in the darkest green and black you’ve ever seen.

Your eyes widened looking at his face, this man escaped from the police on the way of escorting him to prison.

“This gear is pretty cool isn’t it?” The man chuckled, “thanks to oscorps and their sucking ass security I was in and out in a snap.” The man snapped his fingers and a smile played on his face, “the best part about this is finding out who your little boyfriend is.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart pounding even more, “you’re using me as bait to get Spider-Man.”

The man laughed and clapped his hands, “bingo! Right on the money.” He chuckled some more as he got closer to your face, “it wasn’t hard to figure it out either. I’ve been watching him, following him. And then he leads me to your apartment, of course, I stayed hidden, so no one was really able to tell I was there, and then he took off his mask, and then you showed up to let him in your window.”

You stared back deep into his eyes, the eyes of someone who's lost their mind. Their eyes were filled with revenge against Peter, the love of your life.

“I waited a little longer until I figured out who you were, and then who he was and bingo! Everything was perfect!”

“You also knew he’d come for me.” You softly said.

“Bingo again m’lady,” he got inches away from your face, “and when he gets here...imma kill him.”

The man quickly backed away from you and you started struggling to get free, screaming at the man, more tears streaming down your face and you tried to fight your way out of the rope, praying for things to be okay.

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend scream. The man turned and faced the direction peter was coming in from.

“Finally!” He chuckled, flying off out of your site.

“NO!!” You yelled, struggling even more.

Peter landed on the docks, seeing a man on a glider heading right for you, “Parker! Nice to see you again!”

Peter was too angry, his blood boiling so hot that he felt as if he was running a fever.

Seeing the man's face jolted Peter’s memory, the man was trying to steal some tech from oscorps but he stopped him before he could get out of the building with the tech. But looks like he somehow got it anyways.

The man was arrested and from the rumors in the papers, his wife and kids left him, them completely moving out of New York altogether.

“WHERE IS SHE?!?” Peter yelled, “GIVE HER TO ME.”

The man chuckled, “oh if you want her, you’ll have to come to get her yourself.”

The man quickly flew under the docks, and Peter knew immediately where he had you.

Peter ran quickly to the man, jumping onto his glider and webbing his face.

“PETER!” You screamed as you saw your boyfriend jump onto the back of the man's glider.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled back, jumping off the glider, shooting webs into the dock and swinging his way to you.

The man ripped the webs from his eyes and racing quickly over.

“PETER LOOK OUT!” You screamed.

The world stopped for him as he slowly turned around facing the man flying quickly after him.

“Shit” Peter mumbled, shooting more webs his way, trying to aim for his face and anyways to knock him off his glider.

But nothing worked, the man dodges everything Peter threw at him.

“Here, catch this!” The man screamed, grabbing a ball from his pocket and tossing it at the two of you.

Peter’s spider-sense told him the ball was actually a bomb.

He quickly swung over to your and the column, wrapping his body in front of you as the ball exploded, using himself as a shield for you.

“Peter!” You yelled as you listened to your boyfriend scream in pain from the explosion injuring his back.

By this time Peter was pissed, he felt his suit behind to rip apart in the back from the explosion. He turned his head and faced the man.

“It’s one thing to throw an exploding ball at me and tear my suit, but it’s another to throw it at my girlfriend!” Peter yelled at him, quickly jumping from the column and flying out towards the man, his small wings came out from his arms and sides, helping him glide where he needed to go, flipping his body around, feet facing forward as he made contact to the man’s body, knocking him back off his glider.

Peter webbed the dock helping him swing around and webbed down the man, tossing him over onto the docks, watching the glider fall off into the water.

The man groaned in pain as his body hit the wood.

Peter quickly rushed back to you, ripping the rope apart with his hands to free you, you gripped tightly to him as he swung you away from the column and safely on the ground.

“Y/N call the police right now and stay right here do not move!” Peter said quickly rushing back onto the dock to take care of the man.

You thanked God for your cell phone still being in the pocket of your jeans, notifying the police right away, praying they show up quickly.

Peter flew in and kicked down the man just as he was beginning to stand up, throwing more punches at him, “no! One! Takes! My! Girl!”

The man kept getting back up trying to fight back, “you took everything!” He yelled at Peter, stretching his arm out getting a few hits on Pete's face.

Peter struggled to hold him off until the police showed up, risking himself from running out of webs in his web shooters. But he couldn’t back down. He had you to save. He needed to be your hero.

So he risked it, webbing down the man until he could no longer rip the webs off.

By this time, the police showed up and got you to safety away from the docks.

The man was arrested for the second time and peter swung over to you, picking you up as he swung by, flying out into the night with you gripping tightly to him, not letting him go.  

Peter stopped at the roof of a building, to set you down and for him to calm his nerves.

He ripped off his mask, showing off the cuts and bruises that surfaced on his face.

“Peter you need medical atten-“ before you could get the sentence out, Peter’s lips crashed against yours, him pulling you closer to him, leaving no room for anyone to tear you apart from him.

He released his lips from yours taking deep breaths and resting his forehead against yours, “I was so scared, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

You took his face in the palms of your hands and looked deeply into his orbs as their sparkled under the moonlight from his tears. “I’m alive thanks to you, the city is safe thanks to you, you’re my hero Peter and you’ll always save me.”

You embraced him in a hug, feeling his arms tighten around your waist. “I can’t lose you.” He whispered, “I can’t.”

“And you won’t, I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Peter pressed his lips against yours again, taking in your sweet scent and the taste of your strawberry chapstick that always laid upon your lips. Peter vowed to become Spider-Man to save the city from danger, but he also vowed to do everything he can to keep you safe, to continue to be your hero.

[tomholland1996simp]

What happened?|| Peter parker

Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.

Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.

POV will keep switching throughout this.

Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.

Deep down inside you both like love each other.

“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.

“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-

“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.

‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.

“Don’t say that” You snap.

“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”

“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.

Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.

4 days later

Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.

He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.

He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?

“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.

y/n?

Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.

“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.

“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.

Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.

“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.

“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.

Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.

Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.

“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”

There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.

You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.

“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.

“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“

“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.

Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.

“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.

“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.

Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.

“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.

You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.

He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.

“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.

You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.

You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.

“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.

“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.

“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.

“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.

“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.

“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.

Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.

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Good Girl

Peter Parker(TASM)xReader

Warnings: Graphic Content 18+ ONLY, praise kink, web play, dirty talk, light choking, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up folks), spidey-sense play. I might’ve missed more. 

This is my first time posting smut on here and i hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much @justnotforbread​ for proofreading this and for submitting this ask! 

Fic under the cut. 

It’s been a week. A week since she found out that her boyfriend, Peter Parker, was Spider-Man. Spider-Man! It was a pretty big shock for her and she hasn’t spoken to him since. Sure she felt bad but she needed time to think about things. Especially the fact he could get hurt or that she was constantly switching between Spider-Man AND Peter during her masturbation sessions. She agreed to see him today though, she could deal with her amazingly sweet and smart boyfriend being a vigilante with superpowers. Right? 

She was currently pacing around her living room just waiting for Peter to show up. She glanced down at her phone, letting out a soft breath of nervousness. He should be here any minute. Instead knocking on the door like he normally did she heard a tapping on her window. She quickly ran over to it, unlocking it before opening it. 

“What are you doing? Why are you coming through the window?” She frowned, taking a step back so he could come in. He quickly hopped in, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. 

“I wanted to show you how Spider-Man would come to your window.” He said a bit shyly. He was nervous about what she was going to say. Once he was fully inside she closed and then locked the window. Y/N took a deep breath, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

 “Can I… can I see you in the suit?” She hadn’t seen him in it up close and personal like this and she was excited. Peter gave her a small look of confusion before quickly dropping his pack on the floor.  He shook off his jacket then took his shirt off, before going to unbuckle his pants. She didn’t realize he’d be changing right in front of her but once his shirt was off she saw his suit. He was wearing it underneath his clothes. Once he got the last of his regular clothes and shoes off he grabbed his mask and put it on. Y/N looked at him, smiling a little as she stepped closer to him and put a hand on his chest. 

“I think I’ll be good with dating Spider-Man too.” She teased which caused Peter to quickly take his mask off, giving her a large grin. 

“Yeah? You think so?” Peter wrapped his arms around her. She nodded and wrapped one arm around his neck while the other rested on his chest. Peter leaned down a bit so he could plant a soft kiss on her lips. At first it was sweet and a bit gentle but somewhere along the way one of Peter's hands moved to her neck, gripping it firmly as he slid his tongue into her mouth. There was always something about kissing Peter that got her panties wet so quickly. Peter's hand quickly found its way to tangle in her hair. He gave it a hard yank to get access so he could kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a tiny whimper, clearing her throat to distract Peter away from the noise but Peter knew how much she liked it, not from her sound though. 

“Mm Y/N your pussy is fucking drench Princess, soaking your panties already and all I’ve done is kiss you?” Peter smirked, raising an eyebrow as he slowly moved one hand to cup her center. Y/Ns eyes went wide, she wasn’t used to this Peter. This Peter wasn’t so dirty. She liked it. 

“H-How… How can you tell?” She didn’t understand how he knew, she didn’t think she smelt that bad. Did she?

“I have this… sense. My hearing and sight are heightened. I can sense danger and… I have an amazing sense of smell now. Which you could say makes me amazing.” Peter chuckled as he started to walk her back to the couch. 

“Oh so you’re the Amazing Spider-Man?” Y/N teased before falling back onto the couch. 

“Come show me how amazing you are then.” She said defiantly. Peter raised an eyebrow and quickly moved between her legs, not even bothering to pull her leggings down. He simply ripped them at the seam, he groaned at the sight. 

“I told you my good girl was drenched.” He praised, rubbing his glove-covered thumb gently over her wet spot. Y/N let out a small whimper, one hand gripping the couch. She loved those leggings but this was worth the loss. Peter rubbed right over her clit through her pants, adding a bit of pressure as he looked up at her. 

“Such a good girl you know that? I love how responsive you are.” He praised, leaning down to nip at her leg as he rubbed her clit in circle 8s. She let out a squeak at his bite but her legs twitched when he started rubbing her clit. 

“Try to keep those legs still okay, Y/N?” He looked up at her with stern eyes. She quickly nodded and put her hands on her thighs to hold them apart. This Peter had a dirty mouth on him, plus he was a bit more rougher with her and she adored it. He grinned at how quickly she obeyed him, he snapped her panties off her and immediately slid two fingers into her. He groaned at the feel of her and bent down to lick her clit. The sudden attention caused Y/Ns legs to twitch even more, she tried to hold her legs still but she just couldn’t. Peter let out a small groan of annoyance and pulled away from her but kept his fingers inside her. 

“Alright, Y/N. I warned you.” He sighed and with his free hand used his webs to press her legs into the couch. She jumped a bit at the feel of the wet webs on her skin but found it incredibly hot. 

“I’m sorry.. you just make me feel so good..” She whispered, chewing down on her lip as she watched him curl his fingers inside her. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, smirking as he bent back down to gently such on her clit. Y/N laid her head back as she continued to moan softly at how he was making her feel before she suddenly felt a soft slap to her clit which made her jump and look at him. 

“Peter! What was that for?” She gasped out, definitely liking how that felt. 

“Eyes on me. I want to see that pretty face when I make it cum.” Peter smirked and went back to his ministrations. He continued for a few minutes before Y/N was a withering mess. She let out a loud cry of his name as she came. 

“Peter!”

“Such a good girl, cumming all over my mouth. Do you think you’re ready for my cock, princess?” He tilted his head as slid his fingers that were inside her into his mouth. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” He groaned out as he started to get out of the suit. Once he was out of it and grabbed a knife to gently cut the webs off her thighs before throwing it into the nearest trash can. He quickly pulled her to the edge of the couch, rocking his tip against her clit. 

“Do you want me to fuck you baby?” He asked her as he positioned his tip to her entrance, she nodded quickly, her arms wrapping around his neck. Peter shook his head. 

“I need your words, beautiful.” 

“Please Pe- Spider-Man. I want your cock inside of me so badly.” Y/N begged, pulling gently at the hairs at the base of Peter's neck. He looked down at her, a huge grin plastering his face before sliding his entire length inside of her. She let out a gasp, her hands gripping his hair. 

“Y-You’re always so big..”

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take it all anyway right baby?” Y/N quickly nodded, letting out a moan when Peter started to move. He started at an agonizingly slow pace which was torturous for her. She whined and scratched at his back. 

“Peter, baby. Please.. I want it harder.” 

Peter suddenly stood up, taking Y/N with him. He walked over to her wall, taking her hands and placing them above her head. He still had his web shooters on so he quickly covered her hands with webs to keep her still. 

“Hmm does my pretty girl want my cock deep inside that tight cunt?” He put a hand around her throat, adding a bit of pressure but not too hard that she could breath. 

“Yes please, I just want to cum all over your cock.” She didn’t like that he webbed her hands because she loved touching him. She’d just have to deal. He kept one hand around her throat while the other quickly wrapped her legs around his waist before settling on her hip. He gave her a large grin before he started to slam into her at a grueling pace. Y/N could tell he was definitely using his powers. She loved it. She dug her head into the crook of his neck as she tried to rock her hips to meet his thrusts but he was straining her hips so she couldn’t get much movement. 

“Like this? Huh? Taking my cock so well princess. Such a good girl.” Peter whispered in her ear, nipping at the skin behind it. All she could do was simply nod, especially when Peter moved his hips at a different angle and he started to hit that perfect spot. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head, rutting her hips up quickly trying to get friction to her clit. Of course Peter knew what she wanted, he chuckled and moved his hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it softly in circles as he tightened the hand around her throat. Y/N’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out of it, her eyes staying rolled back into her head as she came. She clamped around Peter's cock, her legs squeezing his hips. 

“Fuck yes, good girl cum on Spider-Man’s cock. Shit, squeeze me princess.” He hissed out, his hips fluttering a bit as he finished inside her. He kept his hips pressed against hers, making sure to coat deep into her walls. Peter laid his head against her shoulder, chuckling as he breathed heavily, letting go of her neck. 

“Holy shit Peter. That was amazing.” She let out a laugh, pulling on his webs a bit trying to get out but of course she couldn’t. He chuckled himself and used his webs to grab the knife, carefully cutting the webs. He pulled her arms down and picked her up bridal style, carrying her to her room. 

“You were too. Such a good girl for me, you know that?” He muttered and gently set her down on the bed, going to get a warm cloth to clean her up. It was the first time he had ever finished inside her but she was on birth control so they were sure it would be fine. 

“I really like it when you call me that.” When Peter came back and started cleaning her up he grinned. 

“I know. That’s why you’re such a good girl for me.”

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Spiderman: No Way Home Spoiler Alert!!!

I finished the movie yesterday and came across a boutique. There was a sweater printed “I decide my Happily Ever After.” on it.

So here is mine.

Happy Boxing Day to you all! (And Happy Birthday to me! :D)

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45 and 46 with tom please? 💗

You've got it! I just went to the fair so I felt like it was the perfect time to write this lol. I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is appreciated, love you guys xx

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Penguins and Popsicles

45 - Trying to win a prize at the fair

46 - Your mouths getting dyed different colors from popsicles

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Summary: You and Tom spend the day at the fair

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“I think this is the last of the big rides,” (y/n) peaked around as they joined the line for the tilt-a-whirl.

Tom sighed in relief, “Good, I don’t know how much more my stomach can take.”

“We don’t have to go on this one,” she frowned.

“No, no, I’ll be fine darling,” he assured, “I’m sure I’ll still be able to handle the ferris wheel tonight.”

“Alright,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “After this we should go play some games, I wanna try and win that cute penguin we saw.”

“Oh you’re getting the penguin, I’m gonna get you the fucking huge one too darling,” he beamed.

“Well considering all the games are totally rigged, I’ll be happy with just the small one.”

“No way, my peach deserves the best, I don’t care how much I have to spend, I’m winning you that penguin.”

“Will it be the pink one too?”

“Of course it’ll be the pink one! And we’re gonna put it right in the living room so everyone can see how much I love you.”

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“The tilt-a-whirl was a bad idea,” Tom groaned as they got off the ride, holding onto (y/n) for stability.

She frowned, “If you throw up on me I’m ditching you.” “I’m not gonna throw up,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’d at least be able to make it to the trash can if I did.”

“As long as it doesn’t end up on me I’m happy,” she squeezed his hand as she weaved them through the crowd, “Drink some water, it’ll settle your stomach.”

“Thanks peach,” he chuckled as he sipped at her water bottle, “Alright, where’d you see that penguin?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down for a little while first?”

“Of course not, a little tummy ache isn’t going to stop me from winning you that prize. Now, where is the penguin?”

“Up this way, it was at the balloon dart throw thing. You know those games are totally rigged though.”

“Well my love can overcome any obstacles,” he wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.

She laughed as she pushed him off of her, “Knock it off.”

“Don’t fight my love darling,” he kissed her again.

“You’re such a dork,” she rolled her eyes as they approached the booth, “Alright lover boy, give it a go.”

“You two playing?” the girl running the booth smacked her gum before motioning for them to pass them their ticket cards.

“Oh no, just him,” (y/n) pushed Tom up.

He offered his wrist with a smile, “How much for the big penguin?”

“Three balloons, two balloons gets you a small prize, one gets you nothing,” she slammed three darts down in front of him and sighed, “Go ahead.”

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirked, wiggling his brow suggestively.

(y/n) rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “There, you better win now.”

“I will, I will,” he assured. He took his time aiming and missed all three shots. (y/n) laughed behind him while he flushed, “Yeah I was warming up, let me go again.”

The woman scanned his card and Tom went again, managing to pop a single balloon. He didn't manage to hit even two of the balloons until his fifth turn, winning (y/n) a small stuffed dog. But it wasn’t enough for Tom, he kept going, burning through their tickets without ever managing to win the big prize. He’d collected a small fish and snake in addition to the dog, but the penguin remained elusive.

“One more time,” Tom insisted.

“Tom we only have enough tickets left for the ferris wheel,” (y/n) whined, “And I’ve already got these three little prizes, there’s no more room in my purse.”

He looked between her and the booth before sighing, “Okay, I guess we can forget about the penguin…”

She nodded, “Yes, let's just go ride the ferris wheel instead,” she pulled him away from the booth as he flashed his sad puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t win you the penguin peach.”

“Tommy I don’t need a penguin, I’ve got a dog, and a fish, and a snake,” she emphasized each animal as dramatically as she could, “And the best boyfriend in the world. I'm more than happy with all of that.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “And I’d be happy with a nice, romantic kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

Their walk to the ferris wheel ended up taking a detour to a popsicle stand, Tom picked cherry while (y/n) opted for blue raspberry. It was (y/n)’s suggestion, she insisted they’d need something to keep them cool while they waited to reach the top of the ride. Which was good because Tom couldn’t stand how slow the ferris wheel moved once they were actually on it.

“This sucks,” Tom whined, “I mean can’t they just let us go?”

“You get sick on the fast rides, but then the slow rides are too slow?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “Are you ever satisfied?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I like the thrill rides, they just make me sick. And this one just sucks while they’re loading people on, which is taking them forever. I could load these carts in like two seconds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just open the little gates and shove the fuckers in there, it’s not that hard.”

“I like how slow it is, you get to enjoy the view for longer.”

“Oh yeah, like I really care about a view when I spend all day looking at you,” he rolled his eyes.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her attention back to the popsicle, “You’re so cheesy.”

“I think you like it,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” she stuck her tongue out, making him laugh.

“Tongue’s blue lovie.”

She giggled, “Yeah, your lips are like, bright red.”

“Red huh?” he smirked before pulling her towards him, “You know what my favorite color is peach?”

“You’re gonna say blue and then kiss me aren’t you?” she smiled smugly, “Cheesy and predictable.”

“No, I was gonna say purple and then I was gonna french you,” he corrected before pecking her lips, “But you ruined it.”

“I didn’t ruin it, we’ve still got a whole half of a ferris wheel ride to make out,” she reminded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again.

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(y/n) peaked around curiously as she left the bathroom, she’d sprinted there straight after the ferris wheel, expecting her boyfriend would be right behind her. Now she was worried he’d gotten lost in the crowds somewhere, taking her purse and phone with him. She couldn’t imagine how impossibly embarrassing it would be to have to go to the missing kids booth because she lost her boyfriend. Luckily she spotted him wiggling his way through the crowd, attempting not to hit anyone with the giant pink penguin in his arms.

“Tom!” her jaw fell, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“I won it,” he beamed.

“How? I was only in the bathroom for like, a minute!”

“By giving the girl at the booth twenty bucks,” he shoved the penguin into her arms with a smile.

She bit her bottom lip as she hugged the penguin against her chest, “You didn’t have to do that Tom.”

“No, but I told you I’d get you that penguin, no matter how much I had to spend,” he paused to kiss her forehead, “Plus just look how happy you are now. You know I’d do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

She sighed before throwing her arms around him, “I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.”

He laughed and squeezed her against him, “And I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world. This beautiful, perfect, amazing girl who I’ve just had the best day with, and now I’d like to have the best night curled up in bed with.”

“Now that sounds absolutely wonderful,” she agreed, “You, me, the penguin, and Tessa.”

“Nothing better than a night with my three favorite girls.”

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Pillow Fort

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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A/n : Got this idea from when i made a pillow fort in my room cause i was feeling lonely :’) Also this isnt really a part two to behind doors, just a branched off oneshot from further down in there relationship

Summary : Peter is tired from a rough night of patrolling and comes home to you sleeping in your very own pillow fort

Warnings : SMUT! (oral [fem rec], dirty talk, sub/dom dynamics) some nice floofy floof

Word Count : 3.7k

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Peter had never felt so drained after patrol. 

Maybe it was because he stayed up all night studying for a Physics quiz or that classes throughout the day seemed to drag on because you weren’t there to entertain him with your silly pick up lines you came up with on the go. After his last class ended, he didn’t want to go out as spider-man. All he wanted was to swing by your apartment and cuddle for the rest of the day, but when he heard about a new gang terrorising the city on Mr. Delmer’s radio, he knew he had a responsibility to stop them. 

One gang and a drunk driver later, he found himself landing in front of your window, knocking lightly on the glass. After a few seconds of not getting a response, he assumed you were already asleep. Carefully, he slid open the window, stepping inside your bedroom. He locked the window before taking off his suit with a heavy sigh, leaving him in his boxers, ready to slide into bed with you.

However, as he sat on your bed and his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he noticed that it was stripped bare of any blankets or pillows. He stood straight up, looking around your room until his eyes fell on a deformed structure hidden in the corner.

It was a pillow fort. 

It was flimsy, a significant dip in the roof (he could only imagine how much it annoyed you throughout the process of making it) but it kept hold. The wooden chairs on either side were the only support for the fort, heavy books keeping the sheets secure. It was rickety, but a fort nonetheless.

Peter let out a small sigh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he walked up to the structure, trying to find the entrance in the mountain of blankets. Getting on his knees, he crawled through, his hands and legs ending up on either side of your sleeping form.

“Baby?” He whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, “Sweetheart? Love? Babygirl?” He littered your face with kisses, slowly waking you up.

You let out a loud groan, stretching your arms out and almost knocking the flimsy blanket ceiling. Peter raised himself slightly, trying his best to give you enough room to stretch in the small space

“Shit,” you mumbled, making Peter chucked at your sleepy state, “Oh... Hey Petey,”

“Hey, Y/n/n,” Peter mumbled back, letting out a breathy laugh, “Missed you,”

You raised your hand to push the loose curls falling down in front of his face behind his ear, giggling at the fact that it felt right back in his eye. He blew the strand with his mouth, his nose crunching up cutely when it went right back to tickling the side of his face.

“I need to cut it soon,” he said, lowering himself into your body, his head buried in the middle of your chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly in place.

“I strongly disagree,” your said, almost offended at his words as your passed your fingers through his soft, pillowy hair, “Cut it and I’m asking Tony for his blasters,”

“Are you sure he’s going to let you borrow it after last time,” Peter looked up at you, his left cheek squished against your shirt, his lips slightly parted.

“Who says I haven’t been practicing?” You smiled, scratching his scalp, enjoying the feeling of his body melting into yours.

“Oh really?” He mumbled, “I’m going to have to see those skills sometime babe,”

“I don’t know Peter...” you dragged, biting your lip and tugged on his hair gently, “I don’t want to steal your thunder,”

“That confident huh?”

“That I could beat you in a fight, one hundred percent,”

Peter shook his head, “I’m sure you can,”

You gasped at his sarcastic tone, “You have no faith in me!” 

“I never said that,” he pinched your side, raising back on his arms to hover over you.

You pouted angrily, crossing your arms over your chest, “It was implied,”

“Oh was it now?”

“Yes, yes it was,”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. I’m incapable of getting hurt and I don’t need your protection,” you replied smugly, sticking your tongue out.

“Is that so?”

You hummed in confirmation.

“Okay then,” he grinned, trailing the pads of his fingers up the side of your waist, “Protect yourself from this then!”

His hands pulled the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your stomach. Without hesitation he attacked the soft skin, wiggling his fingers in the places he knew would make you scream. 

“For fucks sake Peter!” your hand shot up to his chest, trying to push him away as the giggles took over your body, your chest bubbling with joy while your breath escaped your lungs.

“Stop! Peter! Oh. My. God. Stop!” you laughed, fists pounding at his hard chest. 

“Then tell me, you wont get those blasters Y/n!” he said, a sinister smirk on his face, “I’m not letting you go until you tell me!”

“I-” you heaved, “Peter! I-” you giggled, “Holu fuck!” god damn did your chest begin to hurt, “Okay! Okay! I won’t get them! Now stop!”

His hands suddenly left your body as he leaned back on his calves to admire the mess he made of you. Your chest raised up and down with desperate breaths to calm your rapid beating heat, your face blown out and your eyes closed in a silent thank you. You sighed, letting your stiff limbs fall back into the cushioning with a thud, relaxing fully. 

It reminded him of a very different scenario other than the aftermath of an innocent tickle fight.

“You know I was having a great time before you showed up,” you murmured after a while.

“I find that hard to believe,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really, I’m amazing!”

“You’re a monster.”

“Your monster though,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you paused, opening one eye to look up at him, “You’re still not cutting your hair though,”

“You’re still on this!”

“It was the point of this whole conversation! Of course I’m still on this-”

“Oh, that's it.”

With your one eye still closed, you let out a surprised hum, circling your arms around Peter’s neck, as his lips met onto yours. You sighed into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours while his hands trailed the side of your body once more, lifting your left thigh against his waist. The kiss became hungrier, soon both your tongues became entangled with each other. You didn’t bother to fight for dominance, knowing Peter already took that role when his hand rested on your ass, squeezing tightly at the skin.

“I hate you,” he mumbled, pulling back and pressing his forehead on yours.

“Sure seems like it Petey,” you whispered, voice low and sultry.

With a low growl, he smashed his lips back on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. God you loved getting him riled up, as much as you loved your shy, little nerd, the other side of him you saw in bed turned you on more than you could think of as you slipped into sub space.

But you didn't want to do it in something as unstable as a pillow fort.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered into your mouth, moving to your jaw and down your throat.

“Peter,” You groaned, pushing on his shoulders lightly, “Not here, baby.”

Sucking on your collar bone, Peter mumbled, “Why not?”

“I don’t- fuck,” you gasped as Peter pulled up your shirt and latched his lips onto your nipple, massaging the other with his hand, “I don’t think fucking in an unstable pillow fort is going to be really advisable,”

“Don’t knock it till you try it right?” He snickered, moving his lips to the other nipple.

“Were going to knock the fucking thing down,” you grunted, bitting down on your finger while the other grabbed the sheets underneath you.

“Well it’s either here or your bare mattress,” he whispered, raising his head back up near yours, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your panties, “You decide.”

“You ride a tough bargain Peter,” you whispered back, biting your lip at the darkness in his eyes.

He continued down your body, his voice deep with lust, “You know me princess,” he placed a kiss on your stomach, moving down your hips before reaching the side of your thighs, taking them in his hands, “I like when you beg,”

You groaned at his words, throwing your head back as his lips hovered over your clothed core for a split second. But he avoided contact at all costs, focusing on biting and sucking on your thigh, moving between the left and right and getting closer to the place you wanted him the most.

“Peter,” you whined, running your hand through his hair, tugging at his locks once again.

“I thought you heard me earlier princess,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your heat closer to his face, “I want you to beg,”

You groaned, not wanting to give in. But the light kisses to your clit and his hands moving up and down your thighs, you didn’t know how long you could resist before you broke.

“Come on pretty girl,” he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking the skin to form a bruise, “Beg for it, beg for what you want so badly,”

You tucked your head into your shoulder, “Touch me peter,” you mumbled, yelping when he slapped your thigh.

“Louder pretty girl,”

“Oh god, touch me Peter! Touch my pussy, please,” you said audibly, your hands shooting to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

Without any further discussion, Peter teared off your underwear and buried his face between your thighs, lapping at the juices that started to escape your lips minutes before and continued flowing onto his tongue. If there was something he loved more than life itself, it was your taste. Nothing could match up to the sweet nectar that your body gave him. He loved giving you pleasure that nobody else could. He glanced up at you, head thrown back, thighs closing in around his face as your hands pushed him deeper into your core.

If there was a heaven, this is what he imagined it would be.

He shook his head, flicking his tongue deeper inside of you before moving up to suck your on your clit gently. One of his arms stayed securely on your waist, keeping you down so you didn’t destroy the structure around you while the other moved closer to your heat. He tested the waters by gliding his warm finger tip over your cunt and slipping it in, paying attention to your body’s reactions, jerking and tensing under him.

“More,” you whimpered, “More, please Peter,”

“What was that baby? Did my needy girl want more than what I’m giving her?” his laugh sent vibrations up your torso, “What did I say?”

“To- to beg,”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Peter, Peter please give me more, I want it faster, harder, anything! Just please!” you cried, jerking your hips off the ground but his strength held you down.

“Good girl,” he smirked, adding another finger while quickening his pace. His mouth stayed working around your sensitive bud, brushing his tongue along it like he was painting a precious artwork. 

His fingers however were ferocious, pumping in and out of you at an inhuman rate. Your juices began to soak the sheets beneath you, hips grinding back down like the desperate whore you were, pulling his digits deeper inside you.

“Peter, I’m- i’m gonna cum,” your legs began to shake, your voice rising higher and higher while you orgasm approached, “Please Peter! Can I cum? Can I cum?” 

“Go on baby, cum for me, cum in my mouth, cum all over my fingers,” his fingers moved impossibly faster, plunging in and out of your pussy, “Fall apart for me princess.”

You screamed when your high hit, your back arching out of his control. He slowed his movements, sailing you through it, prolonging it for as long as possible. When your body slumped back on the floor, he trailed his lips back up your stomach, staining your skin with your cum. He pushed his lips on yours, moaning as you devoured his mouth, drinking up every last drop.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You ready for more princess?”

All you could muster was a nod, playing it off as exhaustion from your recent high. Even after a years of dating, you were still as closed off and shy from when he met you in bed, holding back your precious voice from him. He tried his best to keep you talking, to tell you that screaming like a banshee was all he ever wanted. But every time you came back from your euphoric state, you were always self conscious of doing something wrong or saying something out of line.

He was determined to make that your biggest confidence using the little things he picked up along the way.

“Come one princess,” he muttered groggily, moving to your neck and kissing your pulse point, nibbling and sucking on the skin, “I’m not going to do anything if you don’t speak up,”

You looked up at him with doe eyes, a completely different person from the one that was bickering with him earlier. One that was willing to do anything and everything he wanted. But he wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted to do what you wanted, to pleasure and worship you the way you deserve.

It was your pillow fort he was about to fuck you in after all.

“I- uh, you could do what you were… you know, going to do?”

“And what was that sweetheart?” 

Heat rose to your face, you hid your head in your shoulder in an attempt to avoid saying such vulgar words. Peter only squinted his eyes, the gears in his head turning as he thought of something to get you to speak up.

“Alright then,” he smirked, “Have it your way.”

You watched with curious eyes while he slipped out of boxers, taking his hard cock in his hand and guiding it to your puffy hole. He slowly unsheathed himself inside you, resisting the urge to pull back out and slam right back into you. You were always so tight around him, and your uncontrollable clenching just destroyed him even more. 

In one swift motion, he turned the both of you over, careful to keep his chest pressed against yours so you didn’t raise up and mess up the fort.

“There we go,” he sighed, letting you settle comfortably in the new position with your hands pressed against his shoulder and legs on either side of his waist, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Peter I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, my turn to speak now princess,” he cut you off, squeezing your hips when you moved around a bit too much for his liking, “Now, we’re going to work on our communication skills okay? Meaning, everything you’re feeling as I fuck you, I want you to tell me. And by everything, I mean every detail princess,” he lowered his voice, “I want to know how my cock feels inside of you, what goes through your mind while you fuck yourself sensless,” He rutted his hips up, smiling when you fell further against his chest, whimpering into his neck.

“I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word,” he punctuated each word with the thrust of his hips, “Or else this ends, you got that princess,?”

You instinctively nodded but quickly caught yourself, “Yes Peter,”

“That’s my good little princess,” he took your cheek into his palm, bringing your head and to press his forehead against his, “Ready?”

“Yes Petey,” you nodded, letting out a shaky moan when he started bouncing you up and down his length, meeting you halfway.

“Go on princess,”

“It- it feels good,” you stuttered, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure and not Peter’s lustful eyes staring back at you, “You’re… you’re really big Peter. Stretching… me out… so, so good,”

“Good girl,” he groaned, quickening his pace with every word, “Keep going.”

“I… I-” you slumped fully against his chest, “I can’t, all i feel is you Petey. I- I can’t think, all I… I could only feel-”

“Then tell me what you feel Y/n, tell me everything.”

“Amazing… so- so full and deep.” your fingers digged into his skin, “Could you go faster? Please Peter, I- I need more,”

“Anything for you princess,” he mumbled, planting his feet on the floor and ramming into you at the same pace he did with his fingers.

“Ah fuck!” you tightened your arms around his neck, “Peter! Oh god Peter! I- I-”

“Are you close princess? Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nodded into his neck, all you could manage was a whimper, “Yes… can- can i?”

“Go ahead princess, cum on my cock… you deserve it,”

You bit down on the skin of his neck, trying to keep your head from throwing itself back. Peter stilled his hips, filling you up with his seed while keeping you close, sighing as shot up into you. You sunk into his body, your breath hot against his skin while you regained your energy, snuggling closer for comfort.

In the silence that followed, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.

“Round two then?”

...

“Soo,” Peter whispered softly, crawling back into the sheets and lying besides you, “Why the pillow fort,”

You cuddled closer to his bare chest, letting out a soft breath once your cheek made contact with the warm skin. No matter how cold the air around him got, you could always count on your boyfriend to be your own personal heater.

“Was feelin’ lonely,” you mumbled, letting out a big yawn, “And I got bored,”

Peter chuckled, running his hand down your bare back sending shivers up your spine, “It’s nice, comfortable,”

“Yeah, I did a pretty good job didn’t I?” You smiled, curling your legs around his, “Took me three tries to get it right,”

“Three tries?”

“Well my college dorm doesn't really have much stuff to work with now does it,” you looked up at him with hooded eyes, blinking slowly while jabbing your finger into his left peck drowsily, “Would’ve been easier if my boyfriend came earlier though,”

“I thought you liked that I lasted long-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” He laughed when you smacked his chest, placing a sweet peck to your forehead as an apology, “And I’m sorry for being late, got caught up with some bad guys and well… you know the drill,”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” You hid your face in his neck, snuggling in closer to his body, “Shouldn’t you be back at the house by now?”

He sighed. Harry had asked him to help out with cleaning up the house for your hopeful arrival in the next couple of days. Him and the rest of the boys planned out the week already, and today’s plan was to fix up the place and set new rules that kept it that way. But seeing you lying besides him, glowing like an angel by his side... words couldn't describe the emotions he felt in that moment. All he knew was that he couldn't wait, he felt like he waited long enough.

That this could be the perfect, special moment he hoped for.

“They could survive without me for one night,” His hand tightened around you, “I- uh, actually came here to ask you about something until we got... well, distracted,” he laughed lightly. 

You hummed, acknowledging his statement and urging him to continue.

“I was wondering if you would want to move in with me?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sat up on your elbow to look at him directly, “You’re saying you want me to- you want us to live together? With everyone?”

You felt Peter clam up under your palm, biting his lip as he avoided your gaze, “I mean, you’ve already met everyone and they all love you, probably way more than me. And I can’t you know, guarantee your safety here not to mention i have to disable all the cameras around the block if i want to swing into your window and, and-” he took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands, “That and I really love you, and I would love to take this step with you, only if you want to,”

You immediately engulfed up into a tight hug, awkwardly fitting yourself in his hold but you could hardly care about your uncomfortable position.

“Of course I would move in with you peter,” you smiled, pulling back to look at him, “Honestly, I’m growing tired of this small place anyways,”

“Good, that’s good,” he bit his lip, trying to suppress the urge to screech at the top of his lungs at the thought of your ever saying yes, “We- we’d sort all of this out in the morning,”

“Of course, of course,” you nudged your nose against his, “In the morning,”

Before he could lean in to kiss you, he heard something fall on the floor with a thud and without warning the sheets above you fell, slapping the both of you in the face.

“Maybe chairs with wheels wasn't the best choice for this,” you giggled, pushing up the sheets from your head.

“You think?” Peter joked along with you, helping to get rid of fabric blocking your eyesight.

He witnessed the blanket being pulled off of you, relieving your glowing skin and bright smile staring back at him. He knew he was taking the right step with you, he knew that you were the one for him because with a simple look or touch you made him a complete mess. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were around his.

And he couldn't be happier.

“To the bed?” he whispered.

“To the bed.” you responded, finally locking your lips on his, sealing in your love in the now fallen pillow fort.

...

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Personal Furnace | Peter Parker

Pairing | Peter Parker X GN!reader

Prompt Used | “Ah, your feet are ice-cold!” by @creativepromptsforwriting (I'll link the list I took this from later)

Word Count | 392

Tagging | Fluff, not proof-read cause lazy

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It was incredibly cold in your apartment and you were originally studying with Peter for this physic's homework you were struggling with. You started shivering once the AC started up and Peter welcomed you into his warm arms, both of you completely forgot about your physic's homework and what you were doing originally. Peter started getting cold too so you pulled the blanket on the couch over you and Peter to keep warm, only covering your top half, legs and feet exposed to the cold air.

You snuggle in closer to Peter, rubbing random patterns with your finger on his bicep, grinning anytime you feel him shiver when you brush his skin just right to be ticklish. A happy hum comes from you as Peter pulls you closer to him and you bury your face closer to him between his chin and collarbone, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him press a kiss on your hair.

Your right leg was between Peter's thighs as you both tried to get as close as possible, your toes buried between the couch cushions and back of the couch, but the air was still able to drift by, freezing your feet still. Your left foot out in the open air, freezing by itself. You could get some slippers or cozy socks from your bedroom, but Peter's embrace and warmth was so nice you couldn't begin to think of leaving them now.

"Ah! Your feet are ice-cold!"

Peter's feet jerk away from your popsicle toes as you had unconsciously tried burying them under his feet, your toes touching his ankle. The coldness shocking his skin to jolt away from your sneaky toes.

"I'm cold still!"

"Okay well go get some socks if you're so cold then! I'm not a furnace." He says, pulling away slightly to look down to you, you looked up and pout.

"But I'm comfy! And you're a very nice furnace."

"And you're going to freeze me to death with your toes!" He says, kissing your forehead. "I'll be here to warm you back up when you come back."

You pout and lift the blanket off, lazily walking off to your bedroom down the hall and Peter can't help but smile as he watches you walk away, his arms open for you to climb right back into them. Where you belong.

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Prompt where tony wakes up and peters not there and he freaks out but peter was just in the kitchen making breakfast for them (clingy boyfriend tony)

Thank you so much for this prompt, Non! I hope that you enjoy this :’)

TW: Tiniest smidge of angst | Tony Stark’s Gay Panic | Slightest misunderstanding

Some people woke up whimsically and prettily, blinking slowly and gently awake like some sort of Sleeping Beauty come true. 

Tony did not. 

Tony awoke with a start and a snort, squinting into the stream of sunlight that filtered through the curtains. His hair stuck up on one side and was completely flat on the other, and pillow creases dented and reddened one cheek. None of this, however, was the biggest concern or tragedy of the morning. 

The bedspace besides him was empty. 

Where there was supposed to be a baby faced, drooling, snuffling brunet there was rumpled sheets and a head-dented pillow, cool to the touch and void of life.

If not for the half-drunk glass of now flat soda on his nightstand and the lingering twinge in the back of his thigh from a too-adventurous position last night, he might’ve thought that he’d gone to sleep alone, that the time passed was nothing but a dream. 

“Peter?” 

Silence. 

No running water from the en suite, no no snickering from the ceiling. Just... Quiet. He sucked in a breath and sat up, sheets pooling around his naked hips as he tried to kick his brain into gear. Peter could’ve always gone for a run - The kid was a freak that way, just like Cap. 

Up at the ass-crack of dawn to pound the sidewalk at Roger’s side, usually returning winded and red-cheeked but loose and happy. 

He could’ve gone to visit his friends. It was...Friday? Sunday? It couldn’t be a school night. Peter hadn’t huffed and puffed at going to bed so late, hadn’t whined about any school related obligations in the morning. 

His Aunt could’ve called. He could’ve gone down to visit anyone still lingering on the communal floor. He could’ve, he could’ve, he could’ve. 

“J? Is...Are there any messages? From Peter?” 

A beat. And then; “No, Sir.”

Tony blew out a breath. Right. Okay. No notes on the nightstand. He checked his arms, rolled over to squint in the mirror. No Sharpie messages scrawled across his skin, but a truly horrific half-mohican, and was that another grey hair at his temple? Just his fucking luck. 

Maybe that’s why Peter left, he finally realised Tony was just an ageing, old man with nothing but a fat wallet and fast fading good looks to keep him around. 

“You look like a startled hedgehog.”

“Thanks,” he shot back sulkily, lips downturning, before his sleep-addled brain caught up to the conversation like a bee-stung racehorse and his gaze snapped up, fixing on where Peter stood in the doorway. 

The boy looked impossibly soft, hair mussed and all over his forehead, wearing nothing but a pair of Tony’s boxers as he carefully balanced a tray of bagels and orange juice, sour cream smeared on his chin where he’d inevitably snacked during the meal prep. 

“You’re still here,” he breathed out, and Peter frowned slightly, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he padded cautiously across the room and set the tray down on the bedside table. 

“Yuh-huh. I was super hungry after last night,” and, wasn’t that adorable, his cheeks went red at the mere mention of sex, “and I thought my tummy grumbling was gonna wake you. And then I thought, hey. If I’m hungry, you might be too, so. I made bagels. For the both of us.”

Peter sank down onto the edge of the bed, looking across at Tony almost like he was embarrassed, and Tony couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, dragging the kid down and over his chest so he could kiss him breathless, heedless of the fact he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. 

When he finally let Peter up for a breath the kid looked dazed, lips dark and cheeks ruddy, a little starstuck and a lot happy. 

“Wait, you thought I left?” he realised after a moment, brows furrowing again, and Tony shifted beneath him guiltily. 

“I’ve had a lot of people leave after sex, kid. And I’ve done a lot of leaving.”

“Oh, well. I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Stark. Especially if your hand is going where I think it is,” Peter told him earnestly, gaze dropping to where Tony’s fingertips where inching towards his spread thighs, and Tony grinned lavishly as he pulled Peter down for another kiss.

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Summary:

Peter finds a pair of handcuffs in Tony's lab and without a second of thought decides that the best course of action is to immediately attach himself to his mentor's arm... Except he had no idea that there wasn't a key... or that they were unbreakable...

It ends up being a very long evening...

*6031 words  No Warnings Apply  Rated G*

Part 55 of the Tony Stark is a Good Mentor series

Extra special thanks to @obsessionoftheday for helping me to stay motivated, throwing me some good ideas and just being supportive in general!  ❤💙❤

"Ha! I've got you, Mr. Stark!" Peter triumphantly shouted as he dropped down from the ceiling and grabbed his mentor's left hand in one swift motion.

Seeing as he was trying to catch his breath from where his heart had jumped up into his throat, it took several seconds for Tony to notice that the kid had clapped a pair of handcuffs onto one of his wrists. "What are you doing?"  he asked with mild annoyance though there was clearly some underlying amusement in his tone. While he could do without the heart-attack-inducing jump-scare, he sort of lived for the moments that the kid acted like the childishly impulsive fifteen-year-old that he was.

Taking the opportunity to snap the other side of the handcuffs to his own right hand, Peter grinned. "Now you're stuck with me for the rest of the night."

"I was already stuck with you for the rest of the night. It's Friday," Tony deadpanned. 

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