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[creativityiskey]

I need help friends. I remember reading this fic where basically the reader is pregnant with Steve’s baby but he decides to go back in time to be with Peggy instead. He returned a few years later to discover the ready and Bucky are really close and he has a kid. It’s a second person pov. Please help!

[verybadatwriting]

AAH!

Marvel Collection

Bucky Barnes

Carol Denvers

Preferences

Couple Items

Impersonation

Dr Stephen Strange

Boyfriend

Crash (Part 2)

Serious

Sharp

Toxic (Sinister Strange)

Another Reality  (Pt.2)

Headcanons

Pregnant

Pregnancy

Fixing his mistake

Preferences

Impersonation

Crying

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Moon Knight /Steven Grant/ Marc Spector

M’Baku

Peter Parker

Sunshine

The Fall

The Catch (part 2 of The Fall)

Yacht

Forgotten Birthday

Spider-Woman AU!

Little By Little College!AU

Forget Me Not

Multiverse (A.Garfield)

Headcanons:

Back from the ashes

Arachnophobic

Preferences

Christmas Gift

Impersonation

Crying

Peter Quill

Ella

Sam Wilson

Told You So

My Captain America 

Only The Beginning

Picture Perfect

Lucky Woman

Steve Rogers

T’challa

Thanos

Love is The Engine That Moves The World

Thor

From Y/N With Love

Servant

Blessed (Mob!AU)

Headcanons:

Thunder and Lightning

Short and Insecure

Lost Eye

Living

Jealous

Pregnancy

Preferences

Couple Items

Impersonation

Tony Stark

Eddie Brock

Romantic

The Worst Weekend

Your Heroes

Preferences

Impersonation

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Something New

Helmut Zemo

If He doesn’t Scare You, No Evil Thing Will (Cruella AU)

K'uk'ulkan/Namor

Perfect Match

Second Chance

The Same Mistake

First Meeting

Never Change

[koilois]

Two Virgins,

  Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut, sexual content, top! Peter, uses of pet names like 'kitten', popping each other cherry, gentle/rough sex, biting, licking, kissing (ofc), blow-job, basically sex guys..,

i honestly dont see a lot of Peter Maximoff smut, so i thought why not do him first?

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You weren't special, you didn't have a useful ability. Meaning you were needed a lot and didn't get too much attention. Though you didn't mind, everyone described you as Shy, and distant, that's if they knew you.

But Peter, your best friend always described you as amazing, and cheerful, once they got to know you,

The only friend you had was Peter.

You admired him. You did. His self-awareness, his confidence, his gift, his silver hair,

Everything.

Truth be told you started to grow a huge, small, crush on the fastest man alive. His head pats would make you feel like you were in heaven. Just a touch from that man and you were practically jello. People around you started to notice your change of mood when Peter was next to you.

The only one who didn't notice was.

Peter.

But that's alright, Peter couldn't like someone like you anyways!

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You heard a knock on your room door, you turned your head towards the door as you got up from your bed to open the door.

"H-hello?" You stuttered, opening the door slightly to see Peter. You couldn't help yourself and get excited, Instantly smiling, and swinging the door open. "Yeah?" You raised your voice a little high, everyone was sleeping. Peter. Raised his index finger to your lips, telling you to keep it down. You were going crazy, your eyes looked up at him like a lost puppy.

"Someone's gonna hear us, we're gonna get caught." He warned as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. "So- what brings ya' here Peter?" You asked jumping on your bed and patting the bed silently telling him to take a seat. "Ah, well I wanted to tell you something."

"Look- I know you stole my left other McDon-"

You were interrupted by his lips on yours, you were in shock,

"I.."

"Look, I like you, and- I maybe shouldn't have kissed you without permission," he rambled, scared that you wouldn't see him fit as a friend, being that he invaded your personal space. He knew how sensitive you were. You didn't say anything. You wanted to but nothing came out. You crawled closer to him, saying nothing, you kissed him again, caressing his jawline. This kiss was deeper, it felt deeper, it felt amazing, he wrapped his arms around your waist making you sit in his lap,

Now it was a heated make-out session.

You pulled away for air, panting, your hands now on his chest. "More. C'mon-" he practically begged. "Anything you want." You slightly moaned, being so needy for any attention from your lover. "Wait- shouldn't we wait? I mean we just confessed our feelings" I mentioned. He shrugged. "It's never too early. Is it?" He shrugged his face getting closer to yours again, lips brushing against each other. "So how far are we going?" He asked, kissing the point of your nose. You were so needy and excited. You wanted him all. All of him, "as far as we can go"

He smiled pulling his shirt off, getting on top of you, and kissing you, not rough, but ever so slightly. His lips were so soft. You felt his stomach, his chest, his collarbones, pulling away from the kiss slowly you took your shirt off, leaving your laced light pink bra on. He practically went wild. You turned away, trying to avoid eye contact, you were so embarrassed

"You're beautiful" he breathed out. He groped your beast, all of this escalated quickly, and it was somewhat overwhelming for you. But you needed him, and he needed you. He unclipped your bra, and before taking it off completely he asked If he could. You nodded your head and so then your bra met the same fate as his shirt.

On the floor.

Groping your breast, you moaned, butterflies in both of the pits of your stomach. You both were practically melting in each other's grasp, he then took your sensitive nipple in his mouth. The other one he has playing with, fiddling the soft bud between his fingers. You couldn't help but moan.

Never felt this sensation before. It felt amazing. Almost too amazing.

Your panties started to be drenched in your natural lube. It started to feel uncomfortable, squeezing your legs to feel some sort of friction between your legs. And it was worked moaning in the process. He noticed what you were doing and stopped what he was doing. He laid you down on the bed- spreading your legs and getting between them. His bigger figure looms over your smaller figure. It was so overwhelming. You almost couldn't believe this was happening. He pulled your skirt down. His eyes never leave yours. He looked at your panties. It was a baby blue color, he could see the damp spot from your wetness. He teased you a bit-- taking his hand and practically palming you through your panties. You took your hands and covered your face with them. "No. Don't do that. You're beautiful, I wanna see your reaction kitten, please. Do that for me" he begged. So desperate to see how good he can make you feel. You did as he asked you, removing your hands from your face, whimpering at the friction he was making you feel. You stopped his movements.

"Let me make you feel good too" you begged. Looking at him, he did so.

You sat up and dragged your hands down his body stopping at his v-line. Kissing under his belly button- just to slightly tease him. He shuddered, looking down at you. You slowly took off his boxers. Being surprised by the length.

This was the first you've ever seen.  The heat between your legs got worse, at the sight your crotch pulsed. You took his dick in your hands. Slowly moving your hand. You licked the tip, admiring your lover's body. Slowly you took him in your mouth. Wrapping your tongue around his length, using your hands to stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth, and you started bobbing your head. He let out a loud moan. Then quickly shut his mouth with his hands. Making him whimper at the pleasure he was feeling.

He took his hands and grabbed your head. You looked up at him. Questioning what he was doing. Your thoughts are interrupted by your hips thrust into your mouth. Saliva ran down his dick and ran down your chin. You gagged as he was down your throat. He whimpered as he pulled out. Not wanting to finish yet. You gasped for air. The lack of air got to you. He looked at your face, saliva running down your mouth, tears running down your eyes, he was practically melting at the sight. "Lay down." He.. demanded?

You did what he said

You laid down. Still out of breath. You were heated, Your whole body was so hot your felt like you were going to have a stroke. He had gotten between your legs taking a deep breath. On his knees- He looked down on you. "Can i- Put it in?" He asked he looked so desperate for your warm hole. Of course. You said yes, He slowly put the tip in.

He was already stretching you out. You had only used your fingers, And it's not like your fingers were thick and long- Your whole body tensed up at the pain, as he continued to push in. Halfway in. More tears started to overwhelm your eyes. placing your hands on his shoulder for some comfort, He noticed this and gave you a look, Asking if he could keep doing it, You said nothing but nodded your head yes. He thrust in Knocking the air out of your lungs, letting out a slight pained moan. Now the pain was mixing with pleasure as the man was balls deep inside you.

He whimpered, his eyelids fluttering, trying to keep his eyes open to see your beautiful facial expressions. This might sound mean on Peter's part, but he liked seeing your face as he stretched your poor virgin pussy out. He pulled out with the sight of a little blood. He had popped your cherry, the mixture of natural lube, and your blood sent him on edge. As he started to thrust his hips at a slow but hard paste, Making you scream out, "Peter! Mm.." He had pressed his hand against your mouth not wanting anyone to hear what you two were doing, He leaned down, whispering how good you felt in your neck while also letting out whimpers with each thrust he made. He started to thrust faster, You swore you could feel him in your stomach, it's what it honestly felt like. Your whole body was shaking at the ecstasy he was making you feel. Pleasurable screams and moans were muffled by his hands. "I love you so- much. Hemp" he whispered into your neck, He then bit into your neck which made you wrap your legs around his waist causing him to go even deeper. Your eyes rolled back. This was everything to you. You felt so complete, you felt as if an unknown god has answered your prayers,

He let go of your neck, then sucked on the mark he made with his teeth, His hips moved faster the bed started to creak and make sounds, At this point, he didn't care, "I'm gonna- fuck. M yes- I'm gonna..Oh god baby." He chanted yes's with each every fast and hard thrust. You were practically turning into jelly. You didnt know sex felt this good.  You thought it was heavily overrated. You were completely wrong. After one last hard thrust, he pulled out his load now on your stomach, Your legs Shaked, as your legs unwrapped around his waist and rested on the comfortable bed sheets.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Spider-Woman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,077

Warning: None.

Summary: For Halloween, you want to surprise your favorite superhero.

Halloween Masterlist

Sighing, you closed your eyes, wrapping your blanket tighter around your body. Peter had missed another one of your infamous movie nights. You had successfully, been able to fight off sleep for the past few hours, however as time went on, the stronger it grew, before you finally gave in.

The sound of foot steps echoed through your apartment, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand. 

“It’s just me.” A familiar voice spoke softly. 

Immediately, you felt your body relax at Peter’s voice. Not bothering to open your eyes, you knew he was kneeling before the couch.

Peter gently reached along your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You’re adorable when you’re tired.” He whispered placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“You’re adorable always.” You confessed, not realizing the weight of your words.

He chuckled in response.

“Okay, lets get you to bed sleepy head.” 

Lifting you off of the couch, he carried you to your room bridal style. As he carried you, it allowed you the opportunity to nuzzle into his neck.

“Stay.” You whispered into his neck.

“Are you sure?” He questioned in disbelief.

You hummed in response.

“I’ll...I’ll take the couch.” He murmured tucking you underneath your blankets.

Your hand shot out, grasping his wrist, preventing him from leaving. “No.”

“No?” He questioned.

“Stay here.” You lifted the edge of the blanket, signalling you wanted him to stay in your bed.

“Okay.” He whispered.

Crawling underneath the covers, he made himself comfortable before letting out a content sigh. After his movements, subsided you placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat, as you threw your leg across his hips allowing you to be in a move comfortable position. Absentmindedly, he began tracing up and down your spine, while pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

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“I’m here to see Mr. Stark.” You spoke, to the receptionist. 

“Have a seat.” She gestured to the seating area. “He’ll be right with you.”

“Thank you.”

She hummed in response.

Sighing, you bounced your leg up and down, as you wiped your palms on your pains, attempting to relieve them of sweat.

“Y/N!” A husky voice called.

“Tony!” You grinned, allowing him to greet you with a hug.

“It’s good to see you kid. Come on.” He motioned for you to follow him.

“Same to you.” You grinned. 

“What can I do ya for?” He questioned, as you entered the elevator.

“Well.” He hesitated. “I need your help.”

“With?”

“I... I want to dress as my favorite superhero for Halloween.” You cleared your throat.

He was silent.

“I need your help making a superhero outfit like Peter’s.” You finally broke the silence.

“Oh!” He finally spoke, as the realization dawned on him. “You’ve come to the right place then kiddo.”

Tony lead you to the lab.

“Bruce, this is Y/N.”

Bruce looked at Tony with a skeptical look.

“Peter’s, Y/N.” Tony attempted to speak in a hushed tone.

“Oh! That Y/N!” Bruce grinned. “It’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.”

You grinned in response. “I’ve heard so much about you too.”

“Let’s get started.” Tony spoke, his voice filled with excitement. “Here is a mock-up of what your suit is going to look like. Thoughts?”

“I love it.”

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It had taken a few weeks and long nights at the Stark tower, to complete your suit. It was almost a replica of Peter’s.

The closer you were to finishing your suit, the more you could feel excitement building up. Peter had been your best friend for many years, the both of you had a close relationship. 

It wasn’t long after becoming friends, that you developed feelings for him. You had stuffed those feelings way down, in fear of ruining your friendship. Peter, had been feeling down lately. You were hoping your suit would make him feel better.

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Once your suit was finished, you immediately tried it on as soon as you got home. Doing a once over in the mirror, you couldn’t help the small grin that made its’ way across your lips. 

The weekend was usually the time you and Peter spent time together. 

Once the time came, you were pacing around your room, waiting for Peter. Butterflies were erupting in your stomach, as your palms began to sweat. Letting out a sigh, you tried to calm yourself down.

The front door opened and closed, as Peter called through your apartment. “Y/N?” 

“Be right there.” You called back. Letting out a long exhale, it was now or never. 

Opening your bedroom door, you walked to the kitchen where you knowingly knew he would be there.

“Hey, Peter.” 

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled into the fridge. “I hope you don’t mind, I let myself-” His jaw fell slaw as he was unable to finish his sentence.

“Wh...What.” He stuttered

"Do you like it?” You questioned, as you glanced down at your suit. “I wanted to be my favorite superhero for Halloween.” You shrugged.

“I’m your favorite superhero?” He questioned in disbelief. 

You hummed in response. 

Silence fell between you.

“I’m...I’m gonna change.” You muttered softly, not daring to meet his gaze. Turning to leave, Peter’s firm hand gripped your elbow lightly, preventing you from leaving. 

Halting your movements, you stood with your back to him. Much to your surprise, a pair of firm hands landed on your hips, as your back was met with a firm chest. 

“Don’t you dare change.” His husky voice whispered in your ear. His warm breath fanning along the shell of your ear.

“Are...Are you sure?” You questioned frowning slightly.

“Baby girl.” He murmured. “I’m more than sure.”

His lips pressed softly to your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth as he gently nibbled on it.

Peter, trailed his lips down your neck, leaving kisses in his wake. Quickly, he began biting, sucking and licking along your neck, leaving love bites on your neck. You had leaned back against him, letting your head fall against his shoulder, while closing your eyes.

“Lets take this some where else, baby girl.” His hoarse voice, broke the silence. One of his hands splayed across your stomach while the other splayed across your upper stomach resting under your breasts. 

You hummed in response, unwrapping yourself from Peter. Turning around quickly, you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, before grabbing his hand leading him towards your bedroom.

[chewie-redbird]

OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES SO FAR!!!!!! IM ADDICTED AND ITS ONLY THE FRIST 2 PARTS!!!!! I SO CANT WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES, AM SO LOVING PETERXREADER!!!!

SLUT!

chapter two: you must like me for me

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You had settled into a sort of routine with Peter. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you meet up before chemistry and study together in the library. You’d become pretty good friends due to how often you saw each other but had yet to hang out outside of your study sessions. Now that it was mid September, Peter was eager to take your friendship to the next level.

“Good morning.” You greeted Peter as walked into the classroom one day and went straight to the seat beside him. A few of your classmates looked up at you as you passed and snickered, but you payed them no mind.

“Morning. I shared a Google doc with you so we could take notes together. I figured that might help you understand things better.”

“You did?” You asked and opened your laptop. You saw the shared doc and how Peter had already organized and highlighted a few things that you had been confused about during your last tutoring session. You stared at the notes for a minute and blinked in surprise over someone genuinely caring about your grades.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked you when he noticed you freeze.

“Sorry. I think I just fell in love with you.”

“It’s okay. It happens to me all the time, actually.” Peter replied with a wave of his hand.

“Oh, I bet.” You laughed, making him laugh as well. The professor started class and you took your notes together on the shared doc. Peter noticed you typing things and then deleting them to rewrite them the way Peter had shown you. He smiled to see you using his techniques and looked over at you proudly. When class ended, he was disappointed that your time together was ending as well.

“Do you have class now?” He asked you as he put his backpack on.

“Yeah. In the building next door.” You replied.

“I’ll walk you.” Peter offered, making you smile. As he walked you to your next class, your hands bumped against each others a few times. He never found the courage to take your hand, though you wished he did.

“See you Thursday?” Peter asked once you reached your next class.

“Actually, if you’re not too sick of me, I have a game tomorrow. It’s at 6 on the main field. You totally don’t have to go-“

“I’ll be there.” Peter said immediately.

“Really? You’ll come?”

“I get a free water bottle, don’t I?” Peter asked, making you smile.

“You do. I’ll even sign it for you.” You said with a coy smile.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” He replied and got a laugh from you.

“See you tomorrow, Peter.” You squeezed his arm before going into your class.

The next day, Peter was seated on the bleachers as the girls soccer team played in front of him. Peters eyes never left you and while he didn’t know much about soccer, he was impressed with how you played. But it didn’t take long for Peter to notice that no one ever passed the ball to you. When you did have the ball, you brought it up the field with ease before passing it over. But when you didn’t have the ball, it seemed like your team mates passed to everyone but you. Peter didn’t know if he should bring it up or not as you ran to him once the game ended.

“Hey. You made it.” You smiled and pulled Peter into a hug. Peter was surprised by the contact but welcomed it and hugged you back.

“Sorry. Sweaty.” You smiled in embarrassment as you pulled away.

“It’s okay. I was cold anyway.” Peter laughed shyly. Three of your teammates walked by and when they saw you talking to Peter, they looked at each other and laughed. Peter watched your smile fade as you took a step back from him.

“Hey guys. Are we doing anything after the game?” You asked them. They looked at each other again before faking smiles.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” One of the girls told you.

“Okay. See you at practice, then.” You said and waved to them. The girls didn’t wave back and walked off together. You and Peter walked them them meet up with some more of your teammates in the parking lot and get in the same car. Your smile faded completely as Peter looked at you sympathetically. You looked at Peter to see if he noticed and felt embarrassed when you realized he had.

“Yeah. I kinda knew that was coming.” You laughed sadly to break the awkward silence that had settled.

“Are you guys not friends?” Peter asked quietly.

“We were at first. But everyone thinks I hooked up with Gwen’s boyfriend right after they broke up. Which isn’t true, but hey, why believe me? Her boyfriend said it happened and whatever the jocks say is true apparently.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Wait, so Gwen forgave her boyfriend for hooking up with you but didn’t forgive you?” Peter asked.

“Funny how that works, isn’t it?” You smiled sadly. “I knew Gwen two years before she started dating him but none of that mattered. They all believed him over me and rumor ruined our friendship.”

Peter stayed silent as you watched your teammates drive away while music blasted from inside the car. You eyes slowly lowered to the ground and you wiped your face before throwing on a smile.

“They’re not bad people. If I thought a girl went for my boyfriend right after he broke up with me, I wouldn’t like her either. And I definitely wouldn’t want my friends talking to her.”

“Still. It sucks that they exclude you for something you didn’t even do.” Peter replied. You looked and him and smiled at him for understanding.

“Yeah. It does suck.” You agreed. “Thanks for coming to watch me play, Peter.”

“Of course. I had a good time. Even though I don’t get the rules and really wanted you guys to just pick the ball up and throw it sometimes.”

“Well, if you want, I could explain the rules over some ice cream.”

“I would love that.” Peter smiled and extended his arm. You smiled back and linked your arm through his. You brought him to your car and drove to a nearby ice cream shop. You paid for Peters ice cream and winked at him as you handed over your card. He laughed and felt his face turn red.

“Thank you. But the boy is supposed to pay, by the way.” Peter said as you took seats in a corner booth.

“I love that you call yourself a “boy” and never a “man”. It’s cute. And this is my way of thanking you for tutoring me. And for showing up to my game.” You said as you ate a spoonful of your ice cream. Peter blushed at the compliment and cleared his throat to cover it up.

“Well you’re very welcome. I’m happy to do both of those things.” Peter replied. You exchanged smiles with each other which prompted you to scoot closer to Peter.

“So how’d you get so good at chemistry?” You asked him.

“I had a lot of time to study in high school. A lack of friends and romantic prospects really frees up your schedule.” Peter answered.

“You’ve been friends with Ned since high school, right?”

“I have. How’d you know that?”

“I stalked Ned’s Instagram. And was very disappointed to find out you don’t have one. But not as disappointed as I am that you don’t wear those little circle glasses anymore.” You said pointedly.

“Oh God. He has pictures of those up?” Peter cringed.

“Many. And why the face? You looked so cute with your little Harry Potter glasses.” You said and playfully smacked his arm.

“They were not my best look. Although, I don’t think I’ve had my best look yet.”

“You have. It was that white T shirt you wore the first day of school. You made it very hard to pay attention to the syllabus that day.” You replied, making Peter blush once again.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He said quietly. “I liked that black skirt you wore last Tuesday.”

“Did you now?” You raised an eyebrow as you ate another spoonful of ice cream.

“Mhm. Very much so.” He admitted.

“I guess I’ll have to wear it more often.” You replied, and it almost sounded like you were flirting.

“I’d appreciate that. And I think so would everyone who gets to see you that day.” He said in response. You laughed and moved in a little more so that your knees were touching. Once you finished up your ice cream, you drove back to campus and pulled up in front of Peters dorm.

“So, same time in the library tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Yep. I’ll be there.”

“Cool. Goodnight, Peter.” You said with a soft smile.

“Goodnight.” He replied, but didn’t move. He had every intention of kissing you goodnight, just without any of the courage to do so. You were looking at him expectingly, almost like you knew what he was thinking about. Peter leaned in a little, then opened the car door and got out. You waved to him before pulling off and hoped he couldn’t tell you were disappointed.

Your disappointment didn’t last long as you still got to see Peter the next day. You walked into the library and found him sitting at your usually table. As soon as Peter saw you, he noticed you were wearing the black skirt he had just revealed he liked on you.

“Nice skirt.” He smirked as you sat down.

“This old thing?” You asked innocently. He had been worried you were upset with him for not kissing you last night since you didn’t text him like you usually did after hanging out. But seeing you wear the skirt he told you he liked put him at ease.

“Here. I graded your practice test.” He said and handed you a practice test he had given you earlier in the week.

“Holy shit. I really got an 89?” You asked him with a surprised smile.

“You did.” He said proudly. “I told you, once you get the hang of covalent bonds, they get a lot easier to do. The only part that’s still tripping you up is the acids and bases section. But I made you a new study guide that should help you get it down before the test next week. So don’t worry. I’ll get you up to a 90.”

“Peter, I was pulling 60s and 70s before I met you. I’m not worried at all. You’re a seriously great tutor. I can’t thank you enough.” You smiled and put your hand over his. Peter gulped and looked down at your hands before snapping out of it to play it cool.

“I’m only a good tutor because you’re a good student. You obviously want to do well and try your hardest. Sometimes it just takes someone explaining something in a different way.”

“Well no one’s ever taken the time to explain it to me like this. So I appreciate you.” You said and squeezed his hand. Peter felt his face warm up and knew you could tell.

“Well, you’re very welcome.” He said and put his hand over yours. You took this as a challenge and put your other hand on top of his, but he just did the same. You moved your thumb and rested it on top of his hand before giving him a look. Peter just put his thumb on top of yours and you had no moves left.

“You win.” You chuckled and pulled your hands away. Peter did too and felt his blush spread all the way to the tips of his ears. You cleared your throat suddenly and looked at him.

“So, uh, I was thinking.” You began and Peter could sense that you were nervous.

“About what?”

“Maybe instead of doing work tomorrow, we can get food instead.”

“Okay.” Peter shrugged. “Sure.”

“Like a date.” You added, making Peter raise his eyebrows.

“Oh?”

“If that’s okay.” You quickly added.

“You know, I really don’t like going on dates with pretty girls. It’s just a thing of mine.” Peter replied, making you smile.

“Oh no. How unfortunate for me.”

“I know, I know. That’s what all the girls say.” Peter sighed. “But lucky for you, I’m willing to make an exception. Just this once.”

“You’re cute.” You chuckled and Peter felt his face heat up.

“I aim to please.”

“You do.” You told him, making his blush deeper.

“I’m glad you asked me because I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date since we met but I’m kinda a shy guy.” Peter admitted.

“Lucky for you, I always play as Shy Guy in Mario Kart.” You flirted. Peter grinned at the flirtation but it quickly faded when he realized something.

“Wait, you can’t play as Shy Guy in Mario Kart. He just throws cannonballs at you while you race.”

“Clearly you haven’t played any of the games past Mario Kart 7 because I literally play as him all the time.” You said with a playful scoff.

Before Peter could answer, you heard a wolf whistle as the library door opened. You looked over your shoulder and saw Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn looking at you with shit-eating grins. You quickly turned around and Peter watched your eyes fill with panic.

“Uh oh. Looks like Y/n has a new study buddy.” Harry said loudly, earning looks from other students in the library.

“Please, no.” You groaned and started to pack up your books.

“Do you know those guys?” Peter whispered to you.

“Oh, shit.” Flash laughed obnoxiously. “You’re with this guy again? Brad said he saw you with some dork but I didn’t believe it. Since when do you do repeats? I thought you liked to hit it and quit it.”

“Hey Y/n, I could tutor you too if you have some free time. We can talk about payment later.” Harry said and nudged Flash.

“We all know her favorite way to pay.” Flash added, making them both crack up laughing. You rolled your eyes and picked up your bag, prompting Peter do do the same.

“Aw, you’re leaving? I was just gonna offer that Flash and I tutor you together. Have you ever had two guys tutor you at once?” Harry asked and burst out laughing again. The librarian harshly shushed them but they didn’t stop.

“I bet she has. I bet she does that all the time.” Flash said and you and Peter walked towards the library door. You froze when you heard this and sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’ll be right back.” You smiled tightly at Peter before walking over to Flash and Harry.

“Yes?” Harry said innocently.

“That’s enough.” You stated. “You need to stop.”

“Why? You don’t want lover boy finding out what a whore you are? He probably already knows. Everyone knows.” Harry said and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Because you and your moronic teammates spread lies about me.” You replied.

“The only one spreading anything is you.” Flash stated.

“Yeah. Your legs.” Harry added.

“Yeah, I got that, dipshit.“ You scoffed, making Harry gulp in embarrassment.

“Whatever.” Harry scoffed. “Who cares what you say? You’re just a stupid slut.”

You felt tears threaten to spill over your eyes when he used that word. It was the brick they always threw at you, but it hurt just the same every time. You felt dirty every time they called you that and no amount of telling yourself it wasn’t true made you feel clean. Every time one of those stupid boys called you a slut, you felt like they were erasing your name and pinning a scarlet letter in its place. It enveloped you and pushed you out of yourself so all you had ever done and all you’d ever be was a slut.

“Hey, are you guys really offering your tutoring services?” Peter asked as he appeared at your side. You blinked a few times in surprise and looked over at Peter. Harry and Flash exchanged a look before looking back at Peter.

“We might be.” Harry snorted and gave Flash a look.

“That’s really cool. I didn’t know the school let students on academic probation tutor others.” Peter said with such genuine enthusiasm you had you laugh.

“Excuse me?” Flash asked and stepped up to Peter.

“Oh, I just thought you weren’t allowed to play until you got your gpa above a 2.5?” Peter asked and tilted his head to the side. You smiled in surprise as you watched a Peter fight back with a weapon you never thought to use: passive aggression.

“What did you just say to me?” Harry asked and pushed Peter back a little. Before it could escalate, the librarian stepped between you.

“Boys. Out. Now. Don’t make me tell your coach.” The librarian said and pointed towards the door. Harry and Flash shot you a look but knew there was nothing more they could do.

“Whatever. Freaks.” Flash mumbled and headed towards the door. Harry went with him and bumped your shoulder.

“Slut.” He mumbled in your ear.

“Premature balding.” You whispered back. Harry looked genuinely offended and touched the back of his head.

“Uh uh. I meant the hairline.” You told him a before taking Peters arm and leaving the library. You walked far away from the library and ended up on a bench far away from any other students.

“Sorry about that.” You said as the two of you sat down.

“It’s okay. I’m honestly surprised those guys even knew where the library was.” Peter replied. You laughed, but Peter could tell you were deeply hurt over what had happened.

“They’re not true, you know.” You said quietly. Peter looked at you but you were staring at your fingers as you picked at your nail polish to seem busy.

“What isn’t?”

“All those things people say about me. Its not true. I’m not all bad like my reputation.” You said and finally looked at him.

“I never believed it. I like to see things for myself.” Peter told you, making you smile softly.

“So do I.”

“I’ve liked what I’ve seen so far.” Peter added, causing your smile to grow. You looked into his eyes for a moment, then leaned in and kissed him. Once Peters initial shock wore off, he cupped your face and kissed you back. The moment was hidden from the rest of the world and only existed between the two of you. For the first time in a long time, you felt like a slate wiped clean. More importantly, you felt like you again. You pulled out of the kiss after a minute and exchanged shy smiles.

“So have I.” You told him.

“What?” He asked.

“Oh, sorry. I was referring to what you said before. You said you liked what you’ve seen so far. And so have I.”

“Ohhhh. I honestly totally forgot about that. My mind went completely blank during the kiss. It was like that memory wipe thing in Men in Black.” Peter said quickly and realized he was rambling. You laughed and his awkwardness and rested your head on his shoulder.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I’d hate if I make things worse for you by being seen together.” Peter admitted. You knew he was right and that it would be bad for your brand to be seen with a boy, but in that moment, you didn’t care what anyone had to say about you. Despite the fact that anyone in the school would say otherwise, you had just been kissed for the first time. Nothing was gonna ruin the moment for you.

“Don’t worry about it.” You told him. “I’ll pay the price. You won’t.”

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[lilyk879]

Peter Parker X Romangers Daughter

It’s a routine Peter takes me on a date and we sneak back into my room through the window nobody knows we are together and nobody needs to. Tonight is a night we go on a date. We start try to sneak back into my room and once we get into my rooms the lights turn on. “Care to explain where you two were and what you were doing?” My father asks as he spins around in a chair. “We were hanging out with Ned and MJ” I say seamlessly. They turn around in chairs saying, “Guess again.” Peter sighs, “Fine we were on a date Mr. Rogers, sir.” Peter starts fidgeting with his hoodie with his hoodie sleeve. MJ and Ned leave, and now there are 3. Me and Peter stand frozen while waiting for my dad to speak. “How long?” He finally asks. “8 months.” I say reluctantly. My dad sighs, “Peter do I need to give you the whole respect her speech?” Peter looks at my dad saying, “No, sir I will respect her and protect her with my life.” He smiles saying, “Good but rules, 1 no kissing in front of me, 2 doors open always, 3 treat her well, 4 back by 10 with all dates, and 5 no more sneaking in or out. Am I clear?” I look at my dad saying, “Yes, dad crystal thank you for not being too harsh.” He smiles saying, “Peter you can leave.” Before leaving he give me a peck on the cheek saying, “Goodnight darling.” My dad looks at me asking, “Are you happy with him?” I smile saying, “Yes, Dad. I love him, and thank you again for being ok with this.” He looks at me, “Oh, I’m not happy about it, but I can’t stop it, so I’ll try and restrict it as much as possible.” He says pleased with himself. “Of course their was some motive behind you being nice to him, but never the less thank you for not trying to stop it. I love you, and I always will.” He pulls me in for a hug saying, “I love you more than you will ever know and you can’t grow up anymore. Also between you and me, I am happy you are dating Peter a boy I can trust and I know it a good kid. I’ll tell your mom about this in the morning I’m sure she will want to talk to you.” I knew what was in store but with a goodnight I sleep waiting for tomorrow morning. “Good morning sweetie.” I hear my mom say before I can open my eyes. “Yes mother?” I ask groggily. She sits on my bed saying, “I hear about you and Peter and I just wanted to talk to you. Now I know you father’s 5 rules but I also know you. I know you won’t follow those rules so if and when they are broken make sure you are ok with, and make sure to always be safe. I love you and you don’t need to do anything for a boy to love you. You are perfect the way you are. I don’t want be a grandma so if you do need anything like that ask me because I don’t want to hear ‘heat of the moment’ or ‘we forgot’ bullshit. Am I understood?” I smile saying, “Yes Mom, and I promise Peter will respect my decision on whether or not I want to have sex with him. I also know that you won’t be a grandma anytime soon. Ok? nothing to worry about right now.” She hugs me saying, “Good, and I’m happy you’re dating Peter and not some random kid who won’t respect you. Now, get dress you have training in half an hour.” Before she leaves my room I say, “I love you Mom.” She turns around before closing my door saying, “Love you too sweetie.”

[jj-scottsbee]

I Know You

Prompt: You're the daughter of Tony Stark, so basically the daughter of the Avengers. Unbeknownst to your family, you and Spider-man have been dating for a year right under their noses. They finally caught on, but who was their little girl seeing?

Warnings: swearing, little violence.

You laid on the bed of multiple blanks, cuddled up to Peter's bare body. The softest blanket pulled over the two of you, as you rested by the fire. The entire team had been called off to another mission, that would keep them away for about three or more days. You took this chance to get the much needed alone time that you had been craving, with your boyfriend, Peter Parker. The two of you had been dating for about a year, your entire relationship a complete secret from everyone, but Happy, May, and Pepper.

 The two of you had openly told May and Pepper about the relationship, trusting both of them not to have loose lips. Happy ended up finding out, because of May, but you made sure to keep him quiet. Peter and Happy had agreed that if Happy kept the two of you a secret from everyone, especially your father Tony, he would put in good words for him to his Aunt. The only reason Happy had found out was because of May, she had, had a little too much to drink one night and let it slip.

 So far your relationship had been happening, right under the team's noses, none of them even noticing. You and Peter were very distant when the team was around, but when you two had the chance you couldn't keep your hands off each other. You didn't like keeping secrets, but you and Peter thought it best to keep just this one. You didn't think the team would hurt Peter if they found out or at least you knew they wouldn't hurt him too much. However, you still didn't want people butting into your relationship, especially your dad, Tony.

 You had taken advantage of just one night and one day so far, that you had the whole tower to yourselves. You had been able to convince Pepper to give you and Peter the chance of not needing to sneak around and she agreed as long as you promised to be safe.

 The two of you cuddled in front of the fireplace, a scene right out a movie or television show playing out. You had taken advantage of the brief freedom you had with Peter, every time one of you wanting or needing the other physically, you had them. In the past day and a half, you had shown Peter just how much he meant to you and how much you appreciated him. No public room in the tower was safe from your and Peter's adventures. So far you two had made your way through the kitchen, the gym, the balcony, the indoor pool, your bedroom (of course), and the shower. You had just brought your adventures to the living room, having fun on the couch, up against the large window, and now the floor. Of course, you had made sure that Jarvis turned all the camera off in each room, not wanting that much thrill in your relationship.

 "Where did you learn to do that?" Peter questioned with a cheeky smirk, as he held you close to him. You had just finished another round with him and showed him a couple of tricks that you had been dying to treat him to.

 "Don't worry about it," You giggled, closing the space between your two faces. Your lips connected with Peter's once again, the butterflies that he always gave you, soaring throughout your entire body. You didn't spend a long time just kissing him, you were quick to adjust your position. You now straddled him as he lay on the floor, beneath you, you deepened the kiss the blanket that had once covered the both of you, slowly slid down your back.

 Both of your bodies already bare, you began another round. You felt Peter harden as you slowly ground against him, his hands moving to grip your hips. The kiss was deep, just as Peter had dived deep into you.

The two of you quickly became a moaning mess, Peter gripped your hips as he thrust upward into you. Your back was straight, as you slightly leaned forwards, both palms placed on Peter's chest as you used him for balance. The room was filled with the sounds of both your moans' and skin hitting skin.

 Peter and you were each at the tip of your orgasm, so close to finishing each other, just before an all too familiar voice entered the room.

 "Y/N we're- SINS. SINS ARE HAPPENING." came the hysterical voice of Clint Barton. You were quick to snap your head up, just in time to see Clint with his eyes already covered and his back to turned toward you and Peter. You quickly slid off Peter, grasping for the blanket trying to cover yourself. Peter scrambled to find his clothing. You watched in horror as Natasha came into view staring at Clint in confusion.

 "Clint, what the hell is the matter with you?" Natasha asked, staring at him as she passed him. "Oh shit."

 Peter managed to find his boxers and quickly slip them on, his back turned toward the doorway as more of the team filed into the room. You searched for any of your clothes, frantically moving blankets away from you. You cursed yourself for not hearing them, but you also cursed fate for letting them come home so early.

 Peter noticed you struggling and he began to help you look and quickly found his t-shirt. You caught the over-sized tee as he tossed it, sliding it over your head as quickly as possible.As you turned around you now faced everyone, but Tony and Bruce. Steve stared at you in horror, Nat pushed her way back down the hall planning on slowing Tony down, Wanda hid a small smile her suspicions of you two confirmed, Clint still faced away from you two, his eyes still covered, Thor was trying to find words to comfort Clint, and Sam and Bucky stood awkwardly not knowing what to do.

 "Don't turn around." You whispered over your shoulder to Peter who still stood staring at the fireplace. Both of you were frozen with terror, not knowing what to do or how you would make it out of this situation alive. In a matter of seconds, you heard yelling, and then Tony burst into the room.

 His eyes fell on you, his little girl, your hair a mess, only wearing a t-shirt, the smell of sex in the air, and the stranger that defiled you standing too close to you. Emotions of confusion, realization, sadness, and anger all flashed through his eyes. The feeling that ended up sticking was anger.

 "You better be fucking kidding me!" He yelled as he stomped towards you. You were quick to try and cut Tony off not wanting him to bruise Peter. "Who the fuck do you think you are, doing...having...touching my daughter the way you have."

 He growled, trying to find the word that would disgust him the least. He continued to walk forward, your verbal and physical protests for him to stop, doing nothing to deter him away from Peter. Steve was quick to come and grab you away from Tony, holding you from getting between the two. Peter was quick to try and speed walk away, but Tony was quick to grab him by the arm. Your Dad spun him around, pausing in utter surprise as he was met by Peter's brown, puppy-like eyes.

 "Hey, Mr. Stark," Peter laughed nervously as Tony stared at him, his hand still gripping Peter's arm. Bucky and Sam hollered with laughter in the background, they were almost crying as they laughed.

 "Spidey's fuckin' his boss's daughter!" Sam laughed bending over trying to catch his breath, Bucky threw his head back laughing just as hard. The rest of the team just watching everything happen.

 "Peter. Please, please tell me this isn't what it looks like." Tony said dangerously calm, his eyes glued to Peter's fearful ones. Peter tried to cower away from your Father's grip, but Tony held onto the boy as tightly as possible. You had never been more thankful, than that moment, that your father had stripped off his suit before he entered the tower.

 Peter unable to speak out of fear, made the mistake of taking a quick glance down at himself. He had just meant to check if he still had a hard-on, praying that he had gone soft. To Peter's dismay, he was still as hard as a rock, and it was obvious. To worsen the situation, Tony had followed Peter's quick downward glance seeing the tent in the young boy's boxers he went ballistic.

Tony took that as an answer, he glanced at the tent again, closing his eyes as he forced an anger filled smile. Your Dad sprang to life and was quick to throw a fist at your boyfriend, who luckily ducked and managed to slip from your Father's grasp. Peter sprinted away, scrambling to get to the bathroom. Tony was on Peter's heel in less than a second, but Peter was able to reach the bathroom in time. He struggled with the door, doing his best to close it, as Tony tried to force it open. You screamed at Tony to stop and fought against Steve as he held you tightly.

 "Are you fucking kidding me, Parker! That's my fucking daughter and in my own fucking house!" Tony screamed banging on the door.

 You had begun to cry as your Father banged on the bathroom door, threatening Peter. Nat and Wanda had pulled you away from Steve trying to comfort you, as Steve tried to get Pepper on the phone. Your relationship was no longer a secret and was discovered in the worse possible way.

[mca-attack21]

Too Late

A/N: This is sad, but that’s okay. There is character death and also a car accident. There will be a part two, named AFTER, coming out very shortly.

“When you can do the things that I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you”

That quote was Peter’s answer when Tony had asked him why he was Spider-Man. He knew that he could use his power to do a multitude of things, but he had decided to use it to help people, to protect his community, to be a hero.

But what was the point now? What was the point of any of this if he couldn’t save you?

Every time he closed his eyes he was back in that car. The two of you were on your way to celebrate your two year anniversary. You were talking about your plans for college and your graduation that was right around the corner. Peter had been planning everything out about this night for weeks. He was nervous that he had gone slightly overboard, but Mr. Stark and Pepper assured him that it was going to be perfect.

He looked over at you as you were singing along to one of your favorite songs on the radio. His chest filled with adoration and eased any nerves that he had. He was about to continue the conversation when his spidey senses went off. He quickly looked for the source of danger but was cut off as a car collided with your own on the driver’s side.

The next thing he remembered was the smell. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly, maybe the car’s fuel, maybe the airbags. Then the pain. He reached up to feel the side of his head which was covered in blood. He seemed to be pinned to the seat. He was extremely disoriented and found it hard to focus. That was at least until the panic set in. He remembered where he was and who he was with. He looked over and realized that you weren’t in the car.

He struggled through the previously unrealized pain in his shoulder to reach his phone. He called the one person who could help him, the person who had always been there to help him.

“Hello Pete, how’s the big date going? Give her the ring yet?” 

“T-Tony-”

“Peter what’s wrong? Where are you?” he cut him off already summoning one of his suits.

“We were- there was a car- and I-” Peter tried but he was freaking out.

“Friday track Peter’s location and notify 911” Tony said to his AI.

“Peter, it’s okay I’m on my way, are you hurt?”

“I’ll b-be fine. No-nothing worse than I’ve dealt w-with before,” he answered.

“And how’s Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know. She’s n-not in the car and I can’t g-get out,” he replied as his breathing started to get faster.

“It’s okay Pete, just try to calm down. I’m almost there and help is on the way,” Tony reassured.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed,

True to his word, Tony touched down moments later. Seeing the state off the two cars he was surprised that anyone was going to be walking away from the accident. He quickly went to where Peter was and started to get him out of the car.

“No, go find Y/n first. I’ll be fine. Just go help her.” he pleaded. 

Tony moved around to where you were laying on the ground. He immediately knelt down and had Friday scan your vitals. You were seemingly unconscious with a large piece of glass sticking out of your chest and blood from where your head met the cement. Friday’s scan showed that you had multiple broken bones and were in critical condition with almost no chance of survival. Tony knew that he couldn’t risk moving you, especially since he had no way to stabilize you. He also knew that while help was coming, that it wouldn’t get there in time. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he returned to Peter. 

“How is she? She’s okay right?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Kid- she,” Tony started. 

Peter didn’t even need to see his face to know. That tone is the same tone every adult used when they told him devastating news. It was the tone from when his parents died. The tone from when his uncle was murdered.

“No, she has to be okay, she-” he started crying. 

“Pete, she’s not-, I need to get you out of here so you can say goodbye,” Tony tried, his own emotion taking over. 

He used the strength of his suit to pull the door off of the mutilated car. He then carefully readjusted Peter’s seat to free him. He had Friday do a scan to see the severity of his injuries. Besides the shoulder and concussion, he had bruised ribs and was experiencing multiple symptoms of shock. Tony helped him out and supported most of his weight as he led him to you.

Peter immediately sunk down and was debating the best way to hold you. He wanted more than anything to pull you into his arms, but he was so afraid of making things worse. Tears were gliding down his cheeks as took your hand in his and called your name. Despite how much he wanted you to be okay, somewhere deep down he knew Tony was right. This was it. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard your quiet voice.

“P-Peter?”

“Hey, I’m right here,” he said as he leaned over you so you could see his face.

“What happened?” you asked struggling through your thoughts.

“We were in a car accident, but it’s okay help is on the way,”

“Peter, you’re bleeding,” you say taking in his appearance. You made the mistake of trying to sit up and grimaced in pain.

“Easy Y/n, just try to lie still,” he all but whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as tears escaped your eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” 

“I ruined our date,” you tried

“What? This? This is still not the worst date I’ve been on,” he tried to joke.

You smiled. God he loved that smile. He wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile. This was so unfair. Why? Why did this have to happen to you? Why now?

“Peter, what’s wrong?”

But even as the words left your mouth, you knew. You knew that you weren’t going to be okay. That this was how it would end. And, you realized that Peter most know this too. You didn’t want to go, you didn’t want to leave him. It was supposed to be the two of you against the world. You were supposed to graduate together, and go to college, and get married, and have kids, and make the world a better place. There was so much that you were supposed to do. But none of that mattered now did it? You braced yourself and decided to make the most of the few minutes you may have left. 

“I love you so much, Peter Parker,” you started.

“Y/n, please don’t,” he cried.

“Pete, you are the bravest, kindest, person I know. You’ll be okay. It’ll take time but-”

“Stop it!”

“It’s okay Peter,”

“No, it’s not, I can’t lose you too,” he cried.

You were at a loss for words. The excruciating pain you once felt was numbing. You knew that you were running out of time.

“Peter, tell me you love me,”

“I do, I-I love you so-so much,” he sobbed.

“Promise- Promise me- you’ll move on. That you’ll be happy,” 

“Y/n I-”

“Promise, that you won’t shut down. You have so many people who love you. Let them help you,” you struggled as it became harder and harder to breath, unconsciousness - no, death- was creeping in.

“I promise,” he replied.

“Good,” you whispered eyes closing and chest falling for the last time.

“Y/n? Y/n wake up. Come on I don’t want to do this with out you. Just-just stay with me. Help is coming. I-I love you. I love you so much.” Peter cried pulling your lifeless body off of the ground and craddling you in his arms. 

Tony, who had returned from helping the people in the other car, minimized his suit and went over to Peter. He honestly didn’t know what to do, his heart broke for the kid. He gently went to his side putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“She’s gone,” he whispered.

“I know Pete,” he said sadly.

“We should really get you back to the tower, to the med-bay, I can have Happy go pick up your aunt.” 

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“The paramedics are here, they’re going to take her.”

Peter looked up for the first time since it had happened. The road was now blocked off. The police and ambulances were here. People were trying to see what had happened. He knew Tony was right. It was time for him to leave. So he hugged you one last time placed a kiss on your head and laid you down on the ground, pausing to close your eyes. He took once last glance before allowing Tony to guide him away.

[unreversedumbrella]

#i think i saw more art of peter with the kid that helped tony in iron man 2 or whatever

my tags because i searched ned leeds x peter parker and the results were either peterxreader or peterxTHEIRONMANKID I AM GOING TO SCREAM

this tweet was so real for this back when i cared about the mcu i used to ship these two so hard

[tonydadisbestdad]

Sweet Rage

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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[valangel]

Hey guys,my request are open.

I write for:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Vinnie Hacker

Corpse Husband

Aaron hull

Troy Zarbra

And many more.🏃💕

Feel free to send me a message or send questions guys!

[insaneasgardian]

Cupcake for you!

*Avengers arguing, Clint watching, Enter Y/N*

Y/N: Woaahhhh what's going on here?

Natasha: Y/N, I'd give up all my happiness for you, be mine?

Tony: Y/N, I'd give up Stark industries for you, be mine?

Steve: Y/N, I'd get stuck in the ice another 70 years for you, be mine?

Bruce: Y/N, I'd hulk out, and destroy everything for you, be mine?

Loki: Y/N, I'd take over the world and lay it at your feet for you, be mine?

Thor: Y/N, I'd give up the 9 realms for you, be mine?

Sam: Y/N, I'd give up on life for you, be mine?

Vision: Y/N, I'd take a computer virus for you, be mine?

Wanda: Y/N, I'd defeat millions of ultrons and thanos' for you, be mine?

Pietro: Y/N, I'd take several rounds of bullets again and again for you, be mine?

Peter: Y/N, I'd give up Aunt May, MJ, Ned, Mr Stark and everyone I love for you, be mine?

Y/N: Ummm... you guys... I-

*Bucky enters*

Bucky: *Kisses Y/N* I got you your favorite cupcake baby!

Y/N: *Sighing dreamily* I love you.

Bucky: And I love you!

Avengers: *Dumbfounded*

Clint: BAHAHAHAHAHA!

[imabsolutegarbage]

Domestic Bliss-Peter Parker

Reader and Peter enjoy a peaceful night sleeping with their daughter. The reader is gender-neutral in this one-shot.

My Masterlist

It was a quiet night in the Parker household. It was a long day of errands and patrolling each done by the other respectively. Two with sore feet and one with sore limbs. Peter had an arm protectively wrapped around his daughter and the love of his life. His worn-out hand lazily placed on your hip. No single sound could be heard in the apartment, only soft snores filled the room with chests moving in silence. A small toddler wraps tiny arms and legs around Peter as he tangles his legs with his love. Hair softly laying on pillows and bodies covered with sheets. Soft moonlight peering through the edges of thick curtains. Each one dreaming of a memory, feeling, and idea.

This night didn’t come easy. Especially to Peter. Every choice was what allowed them to be able to sleep happily in each other's arms in a home they made. Like which curtains pattern match the room or which apartment to live in. They were all easy compared to Peter and you being able to go past being friends and to say ‘I love you’ to one another. Peter choosing to follow his heart when it came to his love for you was a hard one of him. He didn’t want to risk you being captured and hurt by his enemies. You proved him wrong by being to fight back and gave him a reason to choose you. He spent many nights with Ned talking on what to do when it came to you. If this necklace looks better than the other or what ring size you are. For you being able to understand what your feelings were for Peter and what to do with them. You both choose the other. Choices easy and hard all mushing together to create your lives, family, and life.

Oh, how thankful you were both to be here.

So Peter choosing to wake up may have been involuntary but choose to admire you and your daughter. With how her tiny arms barely wrapped around him. Or how her mouth stayed open with a little drool falling out. With her soft brown curls and round cheeks making his heart melt. Melt in a way only you and your daughter could. Then there was you laying against the pillow softly breathing, an arm holding on to him and your daughter. To Peter these nights were perfect. No danger out tonight with sirens blaring or having you worry whether he comes home or not tonight. As time slows down perfectly to reveal the curtains show cool moonlight become the soft glow of the sun rising he sees your body be outlined by the ethereal glow.

In seconds the sun glows showing its day. Basking in the glow with the two of you he sees you move. He sees the way your eyebrows furrow not wanting to wake up. Your eyes squint before reluctantly before opening them to the losing battle of going back to sleep. With a flutter, they open and you rise to sit up. He sees this and questions if angels made you and sent you personally to Earth.

Peter lets a soft raspy ‘mornin’ breaking the silence making you turn your head towards him. With a soft smile, you whisper it back. You hastily throw the covers and go to the window to slowly open the curtains. He doesn’t think now that angels sent you down here, no, you are an angel. His perfect angel. He sees the glow rim around you as you come back to bed with him and your little girl. You take a moment to give Peter a kiss. A soft kiss saying a silent ‘I love you’ as you linger for a few seconds. He raises his hand to hold your check and lean into his touch. How glorious this soft morning made you both feel. Both irises stare back silently speaking to one another.

In haste, a tiny body moves and wakes up with a jolt. In no time sleepy eyes break into wide curious, happy eyes.

“GOOD MORWIN!” squealed the little toddler breaking the silent conversing eyes to their little girl. Rising up and jumping on the bed with energy she only has in the morning. Peter grins at her antics and goes to wrap his arms around her to plop onto the bed. “DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!”

Nothing makes Peter want to trade this all. He may be an Avenger fighting bad guys and saves the city from forces like the Green Goblin but that doesn’t stop him from loving the domestic bliss. He blows raspberries on his little girl that brings giggles to the room. Peter loses himself in the moment and the world stops and clicks. There is nothing that could be better than this. His haze breaks by your angelic voice.

“Let’s make breakfast baby.”

“BECKFWEST, BECKFWEST, BECKFWEST! TUMMY EMTWY!” Peter laughs at her antics. Peter then grabs and lifts you by one arm with your little girl in the other. Wrapping your arms around his waist and arms around his neck you laugh with your cute daughter. Peter walks to the kitchen where another day off can start.

“So what should we make my little spider!”

“PANCAKES!”

“Did you hear that honey? Is that a yes from you?” In silence, Peter and your daughter look at you waiting for a decision.

“Let’s make some pancakes!”

-

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[senokai]

Good Morning!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is my very first request fic, it may not be much but I hope you like it! 

Request: “Somebody’s cranky.” / “Somebody needs to shut the fuck up.” 

Summary: A 72-hour assignment for a 16-year-old Avenger, how harsh was that? Y/N, normally, took missions gladly, not a single complaint came out of her. So, Peter Parker certainly did have some questions for her as one morning, after coming back from her last assignment, she decided to say a couple of colorful words.

Warnings: curses here and there, nothing too serious. a bit of floof at the end.

Word Count: 1,460

Peter Parker was a morning-person.

It was rare to the world but common to the Avengers. He would always have a small skip in his step if he was early enough to watch the sunrise on the rooftop. Feeling the last of the night’s cool breezes blow past him while he absorbed the sun’s first peaking warmth was euphoric. Maybe because he was finally seeing it from the Avengers compound in upstate rather than Queens? Who knew?

It always put him in a good mood.

And from that good mood; kindness.

It was out of his kindness that he would leave small goodies for everyone just before breakfast—for example, Thor always got a Hershey’s chocolate bar before he went to the training room, leaving the thunder god a very happy god. 

So, it was also out of pure kindness that Peter decided to surprise a certain Avenger to her favorite breakfast. 

The two got along swell, being as they were both in the same age group and had similar senses of humor. They would crack jokes all the time, sharing stories or memes to either cheer each other up or just for the hell of it. 

They instantly clicked.

Being as she had just arrived the previous night after a very long and supposedly intense mission. He couldn’t say for sure, as no one allowed him to have all the details. 

But either way, Y/N was finally here. 

He gathered the finished platters and placed them all onto the metal tray, swiping it off the counter-top and in his hands while he practically skipped up to the door to her room. If he were to be honest, he was hoping he wouldn’t just give the breakfast to her and just be on his way. He thought they could spend breakfast together and talk about her mission. If she didn’t mind, of course. 

But the doubt was too weak to deflate his enthusiasm. 

His eyes twinkled excitedly, already visualizing in his mind the eager open of the door to reveal Y/N, already drooling at the food and the ecstatic smile of his kindness while she dragged him inside. He could already feel so flustered. 

Peter raised his knuckles to the wooden surface, giving it two soundly taps as a beaming smile unconsciously spread across his lips. 

“Hey, Y/N! You awake?” 

Peter called out, glancing upwards at her door to find there was no such noise coming from the other side of it. For a moment, his enthusiasm subsided. 

But he was persistent—slipping his left arm under the tray with a firm grip, moving his right hand over to twist open the door knob. 

“Are you still asleep? I was kinda hoping we could—” 

It came out of nowhere. 

A clear yet purple glowing object, hitting him right in the face. Peter let out a startled yelp, staggering back into the hallway, where he ultimately hit the wall and fell over on his rear. He felt everything tip over, but only managed to save something warm in his hands. 

The tray was no longer over his left arm, but instead, laying on the floor with various spilled food items everywhere. Peter breathed slowly, eyeing down at his out-stretched hand to see he had managed to save a cup of coffee from the fall.

Peter blinked, regained himself quickly as he stood, eyeing down at the mess he made. There was a bit of panic inside him, questioning how he could cause something like that. 

But he saw the glint of purple flashing just over him in the corner of his eye. Peter raised his head up slowly, seeing a forcefield just behind Y/N’s door. 

At this, he was very confused.

 Y/N’s power was conjuring forcefields. So, why would she conjure one on him?

Peter got back up on his feet, getting closer to the transparent and purple wall just in front of him. It floated firmly, preventing him from going on the other side and protecting what was in it. Supposedly, Y/N. Peter scratched his head, narrowing his eyes as to peek behind the clear surface, seeing only mere blobs of color that was Y/N’s room. The shift of his eyes landed on where Y/N’s bed was, seeing a particularly human-figured blob on the other side, still lying in bed. Without another moment, Peter frowned.

“Y/N?”

“Go away.”

The response was immediate, filled with such anger that Peter had never heard before, coming from Y/N. Sure, she could spit flames but that was mostly just sass at Tony or Sam who would often tease her. But now, Y/N sounded as if she was a real-life demon. 

Peter’s frozen eyes glanced down from the forcefield to the fallen food on the floor. It made Peter bite his lip before looking down at the cup of coffee in his hands, still steaming. He reached out with his free hand, touching the forcefield again where it finally dissolved within the thin air, leaving only an open path for him to Y/N. He stepped inside without hesitation.

He wasn’t going to have his or her morning ruined by some grumpy attitude.

Peter gathered the now clear sight that laid out before him; wrinkled clothes piling over a half-open duffle bag, bullets littering various parts of the floor, and Y/N, who was sprawled out in bed and immediately threw over the blanket over her head. Peter lightly snorted, finding the sudden feeling to find her grumpy demeanor somewhat humorous rather than insulting. He glanced down one last time at the cup of coffee in his hands before holding it out to her bundled form, smiling.

“Good morning.”

He said with a smile, watching as the girl under the sheets roll on her side, still within her bundled cocoon. He heard a very audible groan leave the pit of her stomach, almost growling as she rose slowly, sitting up. Peter chuckled, daring to inch closer as he plopped down at the foot of her bed.

“Have a nice sleep?”

“I said; get the hell out.”

Y/N’s voice honestly shocked him. Her groggy voice made him somewhat swoon, in a way. Maybe because it was so enriched but at the same time, jagged. Either way, he would never admit something like that. 

She was holding her head, weaving her fingers through her matted hair. Peter smiled, shaking his head.

“Somebody’s cranky.”

He mused with a slight whistle, causing Y/N to snap her head at his direction, glaring at him.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up.”

She hissed out, but soon blinked in surprise as she saw the cup of coffee Peter was still holding out to offer her. She flickered her eyes over to him, watching as his tight-lipped smile slightly raised with a small shrug of his shoulders. With a grunt, Y/N snatched the mug from his hand, taking a small sip.

A strong moment of silence had passed.

“Thanks.”

She finally muttered calmly with a small purse of her lips. Peter chuckled, nodding.

“You still two scoops of grumpy in a bowl full of cranky now?”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head, causing Peter smile to brighten.

“Good. Cause I’ve waited for you to come back for too long. Come on, we have some catching up to do before the morning’s over and a full afternoon of Netflix to attend to.”

Peter stood proudly from her bed, reaching his hand out to her which she took with a roll of her eyes that were still slightly cracked red, deciding to drink the rest of the coffee in one go.

“That sounds like a good idea for a bad morning.”

Peter yanked Y/N onto her feet, making her gasp in surprise as she flew right into his chest. She glared up at him after recovering from whiplash, smacking him lightly on his bicep before walking out hand-in-hand to the lounge, completely ignoring the spilled breakfast in the hallway.

 Y/N threw a popcorn at Peter’s face, causing him to pry his eyes off the movie and send her a playful glare. She snorted lightly, their bodies cuddled together in a heap of pillows and blankets. In front of them; The Good Place playing on the flat-screen. The two shared a laugh before they returned their attention to the screen, their heads resting atop each other.

The two laid in each other’s arms. Nothing was enough to ruin their perfect morning.

Not even Tony’s angry screams of him slipping and falling on the floor hallway by syrup and bacon.

[spideycents]

feeling of falling - cheat codes, peter x reader!!

a/n: Thank god I never have to write this again. :P But also thank you for the request! This song is the devil lol 

summary: College Peter and reader walk around campus, on their way back to the dorms.

word count: 1019

WARNINGS: none, god this is so fluffy

*****

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Peter asks quietly, his voice just a little louder than the distant sounds of the city. That’s your favorite thing about being in the center of campus. Somehow, it’s quiet. It’s still. It’s serene.

“Nope,” you say quickly, popping the p. You turn your head away slightly, suddenly becoming very interested in the autumn colors in the trees. “Just cold.”

You feel Peter’s thumb rub gentle circles on the back of your hand and your grip reflexively tightens a little. But, you don’t want to pull away. You want him closer. You want to lean into his touch, but it’s almost as if there’s an invisible thread pulling you away.

The heat in your cheeks is definitely because of Peter and you pray he can’t feel your quick pulse under his fingertips.

Or the shivers running up your spine that happen as often as hiccups.

“What do you want to do when we get back?” he asks, and you can feel his eyes on you and hear the smirk in his voice, but you’re still nervous to look at him. Unsure of whether you’ll be able to restrain yourself much longer if you do.

But you want to look at him. God, he demands to be looked at. It baffles you every day when you’re reminded that no one pays attention to Peter. How do they do that?

He stops walking and you feel him take your hand in both of his. The sudden stop naturally forces your body to turn toward him and your gaze instantly goes to his hands around yours and you follow them as he raises your fingers to his lips, cups his hands, and blows light warm air over your skin.

It prickles and your heart skips. You swallow.

“We could watch a movie,” you suggest.

He raises an eyebrow and lowers your hand away from his face. 

One corner of his mouth is turned up just so, but as he speaks, the other side curls upward into a smile that is fully aware of what he’s doing to you.

“Just a movie?”

He raises your hand again, but you reach up with the other. The second your fingers touch him, you look up to connect with a knowing fire behind eyes that melt the chills away.

The crisp air filling your lungs brings the feeling back to your body, but there’s a new warmth washing over you. You realize that he’s taken both of your hands in his, one in each, and is holding them so gingerly and carefully, but the way his fingers move across your skin is subtly bringing you closer.

You’re inches away when you take another breath. Holding eye contact with him, you let a smile play on your own lips.

“We’ll see,” you say simply.

You interlock your right hand with his left and turn to continue walking down the sidewalk. You slow your pace until you’re in step with one another. You lean closer to him, your shoulders brush, the fabric of your jackets catches for only a moment, then you part and you let your arms swing. You’re smiling as you go back onto your left foot, teetering on the edge of the sidewalk over the grass.

His smile beams. An open-mouthed, bright-eyed kind of smile that holds laughter and joy inside it. He tugs you back to him, the gravity between you longing for closure. The angle physically turns you around and you spin to a stop with your back against his chest. His left arm held tightly to your body and his right arm comes to wrap around you in a warm embrace.

You tilt your head back and find his brilliant brown eyes. They’re crinkled at the corners and twinkling in the orange glow of the streetlamps.

It’s a moment, a moment you could live in. A moment of warmth and security and peace. A moment that could not get better.

Peter laughs lightly and his eyes blink slowly as he says: “Oh please just kiss me already.”

Before his eyes can fully open again, you close the space between you and brush your lips against his, softly at first, but then his hands let go of yours and roam to your sides and turn you so your chest is pressed against his. You lean into the kiss and your hands slide up his shoulders and around his neck and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He has one hand at the small of your back and the other at the base of your neck and he’s bringing you closer, but not demanding it. There’s a question in his touch, a hesitation.

You deepen the kiss, hoping that answer will suffice. 

His lips part to take a breath and you open your eyes for only a moment to find his squeezed shut. Almost as if he’s dreaming and is fighting the urge to wake up.  Afraid he’ll lose what he has.

A smile is still caught in the corners of his mouth and the upward pull of his cheeks. And your own expression can’t match it, but oh if he could feel your heart. Feel the thrum of your pulse careening toward a breaking point that spiked when his lips met yours. His touch is familiar, a memory on the tip of your tongue.

Oh, if time could stop. If it could let you stay here, let you hold this moment in place forever.

You break for air again, but you don’t leave him. You turn your head and nestle into his chest. He wraps both of his arms around you back and holds you close as the evening wind whistles around the buildings and through the trees. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of his breathing and his heart pumping steadily.

He takes a deep breath, cranes his head down, and kisses the top of your forehead.

“Come on,” he says and turns you again, so he can take your right hand in his left. “Let’s go watch that movie.”

*****

That was the most imagery I have ever used in anything ever. :P

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[monkeespreferences-blog]

How he kisses you:

Micky: He's very shy at first; and would only kiss your forehead or cheek, but he would soon warm up and finally kiss you (and once he did, oh boy! he would never stop)

Mike: Since there is most definitely a height difference, he would kiss you on the top of your head

Davy: This boy is not shy, that's for sure! He would be all over you from the start

Peter: He would just give you soft, random kiss on the mouth