#tom!peter parker

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐞

— Peter Parker x Stark!Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When Peter's girlfriend pays him a little visit in Midtown High School and meets his long time bully, Flash Thompson.

☯ WARNINGS : Au, stark!reader, Peter is barely present in the fic, cursing.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. I have been having such a bad writer's block that I couldn't write anything for past few weeks. I'm writing this to, hopefully, get over my writer's block.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The red Saleen S7 car, parked outside of Midtown High School, gaining curious glances from the students and passersby. You wait, sitting on the driver's seat, with your phone in your hand. The past week you were out of the country with your father so you had not seen him for the past seven days and barely got to talk to him.

So when you came back today, you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You came here, all confident, but now you were doubting your choices. Maybe you should just wait till school ends?

Fuck it. You are Y/N Stark, girl. Since when do you get nervous?

You checked yourself last time in the back mirror. Perfect as always. You throw yourself a flying kiss and put on your favourite pair of glasses. The car door opens with a click and you get down. It was not long before you were walking down the halls of Midtown High, making everyone stop what they were doing and gawk at you.

You chuckle in your mind. Of course you loved being the centre of attention. You were Tony Stark's daughter after all. Now there's one problem. You don't know exactly where Peter is. You look around the hall before your eyes fall on a boy, sitting with two girl on each side.

Without any second thoughts, you walk up to him, "Hey, do you know where Peter Parker is?"

Flash tore his eyes from the beautiful girls in his arm to the legs standing in front of him. He raised his eyes to your face. His gaze so disgusting that made you want to throw up.

"Talking to me, angel?" Flash stood up, abandoning the girls.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt of flirting. At least he got the angel part right.

"I asked if you know where Peter Parker is." You deadpan.

"Peter Parker? Oh! You mean penis Parker. What do you need with him? I'm sure I can help you way more than he can." Flash wiggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a suggestive look.

You just stared at him, completely unimpressed and now angered. This pathetic flirt has the audacity to call your baby penis— wait a damn minute. Penis Parker? Something clicked in your mind.

"Are you Flash Thompson?" You ask before you could stop yourself.

Surprise flashed on his face before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

"Wow! I know that I'm famous but not much. Damn!" He said, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his ignorance as you take off your glasses. Folding it and keeping it safely in your hand bag, you step towards him, closing the distance between you two.

"Listen here you little shit." The smirk on his fell at your words, "If I ever hear from Peter that even got anywhere near him, I'll kidnap you, shave off your head, leave you on a deserted island and post your disgusting nudes all over the internet."

"Wh—"

"Shut up and listen." Flash gulped with fear, his face covered in sweat. The menacing aura around you looked scarier than the monster under his bed.

You say while jabbing on his forehead with your pointer finger, "Don't think of him, don't look at him, don't walk on his direction, don't breathe on his direction. Don't go anywhere around my boyfriend. Got it, you failed experiment of a chimpanzee?"

"Y-yes, I....um, I-I..... I under-understand." He nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get away from you.

"Good." You back away, giving him space to finally breathe in relief. Fuck! He didn't know Peter's girlfriend was this scary.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice of your boyfriend called from behind and your demeanour changed like lizards change colours.

"Hey, Pete." You walk up, giving him a quick kiss, "let's go, you are skipping class today. I missed you."

You linked your arm with him and started dragging him out of the school. Peter complied with you because he did miss you a lot too and skipping one day was not going to do any harm on him.

"I missed you a lot." Peter smiled down at you.

You left the school, leaving behind a embarrassed Flash. After you two left did Flash realised the crowd of students circling around him in the hallway. And they were chuckling while looking down at his pants?

Flash looked, "FUCK!"

His blue jeans were now dark blue, water spread on the floor around him. He had peed in his pants. His face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He should not have fucked with Peter.

FUCK!

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

[spideyzgirl]

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

masterlist | taglist

“hey y/n, look at this.” peter beckoned you over, showing you his phone. it was a picture of you two together on your very first date.

“aw, look at us! that’s our first date, yeah? we were so cute.” you gushed. “is that the time we watched wonder? you cried your ass off at the end.”

“rightfully so. he made friends, and for the first time everyone accepted him.” peter said as he teared up.

“are we really doing this right now?” you sighed.

“he got a standing ovation.” he wiped a tear away and sniffled, clearing his throat when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“hey, do you remember our first kiss?”

“how could i forget it?” you shrugged. “it was so, uh…”

“sloppy.” you spoke.

“perfect.” peter said at the same time.

“wait, what? did you just say sloppy?” peter gasped.

“well, yes? you have to admit, it wasn’t our best.”

“i can’t believe this. after all this time, i’m just now hearing about this? i’m- i’m heartbroken, honestly.” he slapped his hands over his heart dramatically, flopping onto your shared bed.

“oh come on peter,” you giggled. “we were playing seven minutes in heaven. that’s like the shittiest way to have your first kiss.”

“i beg to differ. i think it was quite romantic, actually. we were so close, wrapped in each others warmth.”

“that’s my main point. we were cramped up in a small wardrobe. our breaths were turning it into a sauna. hot, sweaty, and steamy.”

“but it was comforting, right?”

“wrong.”

“it was so intimate. our bodies were literally pressed together.”

“yes, due to the lack of space. we couldn’t even breathe without our chests touching each others, which gave my boobs a great deal of discomfort by the way.”

“but i swear i heard angels singing. no wonder it’s called seven minutes in heaven.”

“those weren’t angels, that was me wheezing for air. we were suffocating, peter. i think we were trying to steal air from each others mouths when we kissed.” you laughed.

“i think you’re lying.” peter smirked.

“and i think you’re in denial. we’ve had better kisses and you know it.”

“that’s it. you’re on a kiss ban until you admit you liked our first kiss.” peter declared, sauntering off into the kitchen.

“what? you can’t do that!” you exclaimed, following him shortly after he left.

“can too! let’s see how long you can last before you break and tell the truth.”

“this is ridiculous. you think you can stop me from-“ you tried to steal a kiss swiftly, but his lightning quick reflexes had you kissing a cereal box.

“banned!” he shouted, fleeing to the bedroom.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

from morning to night, you’d been livid. you woke up to a sticky note on your forehead, a note scribbled in peters messy handwriting: sorry, had to leave early to be new yorks hero this morning. you missed out on your goodbye kiss since you wanted to be a naughty little liar last night <3

jerk.

you’d been waiting for him all day to get home, ready to chew him out for dragging this situation into the next day. it was funny at first, but now he had taken it too far. those morning kisses meant a lot to you. even when you were taken over by sleep, you were still aware of when he left a quick kiss to your forehead or cheek.

peter never really knew if you even felt the kisses or not, but he still did it anyway. it was the sweetest thing ever, and he took that away from you.

as he crept into the bedroom window, you entered the room at the same time, just finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom. you gasped upon seeing him and darted towards your bed, grabbing multiple pillows to throw at him.

“hey cutie, i’m back- hey!” he effortlessly dodged a pillow. “what the hell?”

“jerk! what kind of boyfriend deprives his girl of her morning kisses?” you threw another pillow at him, which he caught.

“i told you, you were on ban, but-“ you threw another pillow, hitting him right in his face. “really?”

“fuck your stupid ban! you took it too far. you’re so childish!” you fussed, tossing two pillows at him.

“says the one sending pillows flying all over the room. also, i never realized how many pillows we had.” he ripped his mask off and tossed it elsewhere.

peter gave you a sympathetic smile when he saw you doing that cute little “i’m upset but i want your attention” pout. “alright honey,” he walked over to you, engulfing you in his arms. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know how much those morning kisses meant to you, and i didn’t really mean to drag this ban on for so long. so from this moment on, the kissing ban has officially been lifted. you are free to kiss. am i forgiven?”

“yes,” you pressed a long overdue kiss to his lips, humming when he ran a soothing hand over your back. “but never do that again. and don’t you ever leave me without my morning kiss again. you hear me?” you squinted at him, & he nodded.

“yes ma’am. and hey, was our first kiss really that bad?”

“i was wheezing for air. let that sink in.”

taglist 🏷️

@niallhoransupremacy @raajali3 @crazyknight @evermoresilk @hqllandxx @popeheywardssecretgf @sukiinet @luvhann @tellmeonce @tiredofc0ffee @saliciaknows @eatasockortwo @timotheechalametswife @fairydxll @lnmp89 @tomhollandsslut @chaostudee @ayle4231 @powerpuffluuvv @aurelie39 @eviewriites

[secretaccountlol]

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

does anyone even remember that song???

Anyways…

Dom! Reader x Peter Parker

18+ no minors thank you!

Summary: you caught Pete masturbating to you and you decide to have a little fun with the moment.

CW TIME!!!: Phone sex, Non-con masturbating? (Obviously you caught him so you didn’t know), mutual masturbation, sex toys, body fluids~.

Oh and typos, probably.

Tag list omg!: @tiredbuthappy

Sparker 🕷🕸

Sparker: Hey!

You: Hey!!!

Sparker: Ready to eat popcorn and gossip on ft?

You: Hell yeah

Incoming from Sparker 🕷🕸

Your smile beams as Parker’s face illuminates yours, his face mirrors your expressions.

“Hellllooo nurse!” Peter’s eyes crinkle as you dramatically cringe, still smiling. “Excuse me, do not tarnish Yakko's household name, Peter Parker!” Your voice is filled with fake outrage earning a hearty laugh from Peter.

“If you used my middle name I'd definitely think I was in trouble.” Peter’s smile could make a crying baby smile aka it made your heart swell.

“Soooo, whatcha wanna gossip about?” you bite your lip as you check him out, his black fitted t-shirt clung to his muscles deliciously, his brown hair effortlessly styled, you could tell his room was a mess like always even though you couldn't see it. His back was against his bed frame, his phone was tilted to only show his torso.

You're laying down on your tummy, your legs kicked up, your phone propped up on a pillow in front of you as you hugged another pillow to rest your chin on, You were in your usual cozy jacket, no bra or no pants attire, of course, Peter couldn't see that.

“Mm whatever you wanna talk about, honestly, I just wanted to hear your voice” Peter’s laugh vibrated through your ears.

“Oh-! Uhm okay well.” your feet kicked as you gossiped about your day, what you ate, etc etc. You loved this weekly ritual you and Pete did, you never understood why he wanted to face time with you, considering he always seems so busy, and most of the time he didn't talk, just nodded along occasionally knitting his eyebrows in understanding or worked on homework as you rambled, you just chalked it up to him not knowing what to say most of the time.

“Mm, that’s about it!” You clapped, Peter had long ago turned off his cam, but you could hear a small groan and shuffle before Peter spoke, “H-hm? But you didn't even finish the part bout your neighbor, remember?” his voice was strained like he was holding back a yawn, you frown.

“Well, I wanted to give you a chance to speak for a chance, cus you never do” you hummed.

“That's cus I like hearing you speak..” his voice was low like a whisper, it made you shiver.

“Why?” you whispered back.

You hear a strangled groan, “P-please..j-just keep talking..!”

“Peter? Are you okay?” your voice raised a bit higher,

“I-i’m fine, just.. Keep talkin’ to me..” his voice falters as your concern rises.

“I'm not gonna talk anymore until you turn on your camera!” your voice cracked as shouted, well kinda shouted you didn't want your roommates to hear you.

“Fine! Okay, jeez!” you can make out him scrambling before seeing his face flush, eyes wide, so slightly panting, nevertheless he tried to appear normal, your eyebrow quirked.

“See? ‘Mm fine!” his voice masked something but you couldn't tell what, your face stayed skeptical. “Peter, what's going on? Tell me right now!” you slam your hands down on your bed, and Peter rolls his eyes.

“Nothin', you're being outlandish.” your nostrils flare at his comment, “Oh no, what we're not gonna do is gaslight me, Peter Benjamin Parker!” you see Peter wince, his puppy dog eyes flood your screen.

“Okay, you're right, that was mean..I'm sorry.” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I-.. I was doing something but I'm fine, I promise.” Peter couldn't meet your eyes but his explanation still eased your worry.

“What were you doing?” your head cocked to the side, like a cat. “I-..I can't tell you.” Peter muttered, it was so soft you couldn't help but get hot.

“Peter, can you tell me anything you know that..” you tried to copy his tone, “You’d-... I feel like you'd despise me if I did ..” you smile gently, he can be so cute sometimes.

“Peter. I promise, just- just tell me, please?” You wish you could caress his soft face as you whisper comfort. Something about Peter made him feel so fragile sometimes.

“Ok- I-” he coughed. “I-i was..uhm.. Jerkin’..it?” his voice cracked as you tried to put the pieces together

“Jerkin? What? What's that-?”

“Y’know..!!”

“I do not know..”

“I-i was y’know..Jerkin the chicken!”

“Jerk chicken?”

“Oh my God, no- I was… I was masturbating!”

“Oh..” your face burns as your eyes widen, your face half buried in your pillow. “I- why..?”

“I- uhm...well, I was doing it, t-to you..” you bite your lip as your legs rubbed together, he was masturbating to you? God, you could explode right now.

“Why me?” you feigned innocence as your smirk grew under your pillow, you were starting to enjoy this.

“I..ilikeyourvoice!! Andidunnoivedoneitafewtimesnowandithoughtyoudwouldntnotice!! And-! And-! “ You could barely make out the words he spoke, were they even words? Your laugh stopped his rambling.

“You are.. So cute Pete.” Peter's eyes finally met your half-lidded ones.

“Peter.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Show me.”

“Show you-.. Show you what?”

“You know what, Pete.”

“I-.. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm, I think you owe it to me considering you were getting off with me without permission.”

Peter’s cheeks were dusted with pink, you could see his adam's apple move before he proceeded to do what he was told.

“Wanna see your face in the camera still, Pete.” you could see him freeze before nodding quietly as he continued his actions. His cock was fairly big, bigger than what you thought it would be,

You could see Peter’s face is bright red by now, his hand covering his mouth as he looks away. “Are you-.. done looking yet? This is embarrassing.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” Of course, you knew why, but Peter is just too cute not to tease.

“I- you know why! God. Don’t tease me right now!”

“Hey, Pete.” You finally lift up, your head now in a new position leaning on your hands.

“Y-yea?”

“Did you cum?” he blinks a few times before chewing on his lip.

“N-no..”

“Aww, well baby you shouldn't give yourself blue balls on my account.”

“I- wha-?”

“Finish what you started, Peter.”

Peter’s eyes practically pop out as his cock twitches, he brings his phone closer to his face again, looking around the room nervously before looking back at you.

“I- you..”

“You.. Me?” you mock him. “What? Do you need some more material? Greedy boy.”

“I- no I wasn..-!”

You raise yourself, you smirk as you see peters eyebrows raise before slowly unzipping your jacket, your bare tits on display, Peter’s eyes are glued on you as you twist one of your nipples giving him a teasing wink.

“Whatcha think? Hm? Enough for you?” you taunt him leaning your head as your hands trail down your stomach and back.

“Fuck.. You're-..sososo hot” you watch as he palms his cock, you chuckle at Pete’s loss for words. “Shirt off, now.” Peter nods, yanking his shirt at the speed of light, you laugh at his eariness.

“Mm, stroke yourself for me, Pete.” Peter obliges your order once more, his eyes never leaving your chest. You grope yourself, sticking your tongue out.

“Hey Petey, wanna see even more?” Peter nods rapidly, “Mmhn, if you do you gotta open that mouth and ask pretty boy.” you quickly zip up your jacket as you hear Peter whine.

“Pleasepleaseplease! I’ll do anything, please!”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Your Cheshire grin grows as you unzip your jacket once more.

“Say you need me.”

“I need you, god. I need you sososo bad.”

“Good boy.”

You can see Peter get even harder as you shimmed your panties off, you feel hot, and a bit embarrassed as your smile fades. You spread yourself out with two fingers, looking away, slightly clearing your throat.

“Fuck, I wish I was there to eat you out, this is torture, y’know?”

Your eyes meet his as he gives you a genuine smile, you return the favor as you gain your confidence back.

“How bout I torture you some more?” Your hands slide down, you moan as you circle your clit, tilting your head up in pleasure. You'd masturbated before, but having someone watch you, having Peter watching you, turned you on even more.

“Peter-..mmhn, please I need more.” you flirt, could hear Peter’s breath hitch as you spoke, “If you keep talking like that I'll bust right now” you chuckle at his comment.

“Want me to see my ride my dildo and pretend it's your dick?”

“God yes.”

You lean down to kiss the phone screen, making Peter laugh before producing a dildo.

“Ta-da!” you laugh as you position the dildo below you,

“Ready?”

“Born ready.”

You bust out laughing, “Oh my god Peter we're having phone sex not saving the world!”

“A-ah right, pfft”

You smile, rubbing your pussy up and down the dildo, covering it with your slick. You hear Peter groan, “Please baby put it in, I can’t wait anymore-“

“Your wish is my command.” You moan as you lower yourself on your dildo until it disappears into, “Mm, you fill me so well, Pete.” You hear Peter whimper as you start bouncing up and down,

“Fuckfuckfuck you’re so hot.. I’m gonna cum already..!” you smirk seeing his eyebrows knit in pleasure, “Don't you dare, Peter. ``You moan as you speed up your strokes, Peter whines as you start rubbing your clit again. “I-I’m so close! Mm..” Peter’s voice cracks as you watch his eyes close, “Eyes on me, Parker” you pant as you watch him struggle to keep it together. “You’ll cum when I say you can!” You pinch your nipples as the tension builds up In your stomach.

“Please! Let me cum, I-I can’t hold it anymore.. F-feels ..Mm too good!” Peter’s voice falters as you watch his head tilt back.

“I’m close t-too, let’s cum together, okay?” Peter moans in response, “I w-wanna h-hear you say it, Pete!” You hiss out through clenched teeth, “I-I’ll c-cum with you!” Peter’s head tilted forward, jaw clenched his eyes low as he looked at you.

“I’m…!” You rubbed yourself furious as you grind down on the fake cock. You hear Peter gasp for air as white lines shoot from his cock all over his hands, you both stay silent catching your breath.

“T-that was…veryveryveryvery hot” Peter breathed out, you giggle, “You said that already, Pete!”

“Yeah but it’s true!” His voice cracked, making you laugh again, you watch his face turn red. “I-I guess I should clean up..?” You nod, slowly easing yourself off your dildo, whimpering.

“God.. You’re- don’t do that, I’ll pop a boner again.” Peter’s voice quivered, you smirk, bending now to lick your dildo. “Wanna go for round two, Parker?”

“You’re a demon”

“I think the correct term is succubus, you're like super smart shouldn't you know that?”

“You’re- fuckkk..“

“Plus, if you’re not busy..you can maybe..come over?” Your fingers traced circles in your bed sheets, “We can finish..in person?” You look back at your phone, to see Peter trying to hop into his spidey suit as quickly as possible, before grabbing the phone.

“I’ll be over in 10 mins.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

33 with Peter

33. soft kisses while cuddling in bed

—

May had a night shift at the hospital last night, so Peter invited you for a sleepover. You weren’t doing anything sneaky, though. May knew. Peter always invited you over when she was had a night shift. He didn’t like being alone in the apartment for a full night — even superheroes have fears.

You and Peter decided to make today a slow morning and stay in bed for as long as possible. It was gloomy and dark outside, which was a perfect excuse to stay in. 

You quietly talked about everything and nothing while cuddling in bed — and sharing a few soft kisses.  

''Why did you fall for me?'' Peter asked out of the blue, insecurity lacing his voice. ''I mean, you could’ve had a much better guy than me.'' 

''Well, I tried messaging Robert Pattinson on Instagram, but he never responded,'' you joked, but Peter wasn’t in a laughing mood. 

''I’m being serious, Y/N... You’re so beautiful and intelligent and caring and generous and funny and— and I’m just...me. Plain old Peter who loves Star Wars and never gets invited to parties.''

Peter had P.E. yesterday, so you guessed Brad or Flash must’ve said something in the locker room. About you and Peter. They always played with Peter’s brain out of jealousy and it disgusted you. 

You reached up and cupped Peter’s face gently, looking right into his deep brown eyes, catching the tinge of sadness into them. ''Do you want to know why I like you, Peter?'' He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. ''You’re kind,'' you said, tracing the line of his eyebrow with your other hand. ''Courageous.'' You dragged your finger over his cheekbone. ''Selfless.'' Then, up the shell of his ear and taking a piece of his curly hair and twirling it around your finger, you eyes still gazing into his. ''And always make me laugh with your witty remarks and nerdy references. You're the coolest person I've ever met and you don't even have to try.''

''I try really hard, actually,'' Peter admitted. 

You leaned down to kiss him, but Peter’s phone went off, its ringtone echoing loudly in the bedroom and disturbing your moment. 

''Don’t pick up,'' you begged. 

''I have to. It might be Mr. Stark.'' 

He sat up, but you clung onto him, trying to keep him in bed. ''He’ll leave a message. You can call him back later.'' 

Knowing Tony would just keep calling until Peter would answered, he easily slid from your hold and reached onto his nightstand for his phone. 

Peter's eyed widened in panic. This was worse than Mr. Stark. ''It’s May. She forgot her keys and she's outside. I have to go unlock the door for her.''

—

Marvel taglist: @xenasolos @chrizzierbsstuff @ayamenimthiriel @alina02 @turtleshavesoulmates @staygoldsquatchling02 @daemonslittlebitch  @wetwilliam02 @haileyismoo @manofworm @rhydianissuperior @supersanelyromantic @nicangel13 @mxxny-lupin  @sweeterheartxamerica @viridwityy @izzy-laufeyson @kenzi-woycehoski @arunaposeidondottie @liidiaaag @katsukis1wife  @amithesimpoffandoms  @acornacreacure @chaotic-fangirl-blog  @hawkegfs @mommyruuetrue @youdontneedtoknowthisinformation  @aabananaa @starrrslove  @angeliod

All and more taglist: @spiokybirdstarfish @kenqki @liidiaaag @hawkegfs  @gillybear17  @areaderinlove @acornacreacure @black-rose-29 @fudge13 @cece05 @rosie-cameron

[vinnie-cha]

spidey!!! ✨

—

Instagram | Twitter | Etsy | Shop | Ko-fi

[peterdarlingg]

Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

[lordsmaf]

[rowniebow]

Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

masterlist

⭒

you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

⭒⭒

everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

⭒⭒⭒

waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

⭒⭒⭒⭒

it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒

you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.”

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

so

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒

you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

⭒ taglist ⭒

@fadedver @1ischai @djmalik52 @garlicforthewin @cryinked @armand0alg0 @softboi14

please dm me if you would like to be taken off of the taglist

[girasollake]

intern | p.p

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

requested: no

warnings: curse words

summary: peter needs to get his class a tour of the compound and no one wants to help him until a stranger comes along

type: fluff

a/n: i got this idea while i was showering and i thought it would make a nice fic, rn i have no motivation to write unless an idea comes up like this one lmao, eddie fics are on their way but im leaving for 2 weeks so im really sorry u guys have to wait

word count: 1.9k

comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

Ever since Peter’s teachers found out he had a Stark Internship they had been up his butt constantly. Trying to get him to schedule a tour of the Avengers Compound for his classmates. And ever since Flash found out about the idea, Peter had enough of listening to him gushing about Tony Stark’s daughter and becoming her husband. The thing is, because of all that Peter had been trying to call and message Happy for the past two weeks. He even tried emailing all of the possible emails he had found that belonged to people working at the compound. Nothing worked. He looked at his phone while he was doing his chemistry homework and decided to call Happy one last time. Fortunately to him, it wasn’t Happy who listened to the voicemail.

☽ ☽ ☽

(Y/n) was sitting in her chair, many parts of Tony’s old suit were scattered in front of her. She had been trying to modify them and turn them into something more useful since her dad didn’t need them anymore. Happy entered the room and hung his coat on the hanger, then he took something out of the paper bag and threw it at (Y/n). She easily caught it and chuckled.

‘Really? Another cheeseburger?’

‘If you want to complain then find your dad, he’s always ordering the same stuff.’ He said and came over to her. ‘What’s that?’ He pointed at the table.

‘Oh, just parts of an old suit. I wanna put it to good use.’

‘Great, you do you kid and I’m gonna take a quick trip to the bathroom.’ He said quickly and ran away, it was probably the Mexican food from last night making itself known.

A minute after he left she heard his phone calling. She yelled his name but he was already far away and because of her curiosity, she had decided to look at it. She took it out of his coat just when it stopped calling. To her surprise she saw 320 unread messages and 24 missed calls from someone called P. Parker and the first thought she had was that it was Happy’s girlfriend. Who else would be calling him that many times, right?

‘Happyyyy, it’s not nice to not answer your girl.’ She said to herself with a soft smile and placed the phone in the pocket she took it out from.

‘You have one new voicemail from ‘P. Parker’.’

She heard the lady say from the phone, it was wrong to listen to it but she couldn’t help herself. She entered Happy’s password which she obviously knew and clicked to listen to the voicemail.

‘Hi Happy, um, it’s Peter again. Peter Parker. I hope you know which one. Anyway I don’t know if you have read the messages but I really need it. Everyone is begging me for this tour and they won’t give me a break. Please Happy, I need your help. I would call Mr. Stark but I don’t have his number so please, Happy, help me out. Oh and for the report! I stopped a thief today at-‘

The voicemail got cut off and a slight frown appeared on (Y/n)’s face. Sadly, it wasn’t Happy’s girlfriend and she was a bit disappointed but aside from that curious about the boy calling Happy. She quickly got a piece of paper and copied Peter’s number, she had no idea what tour he was talking about and how he got Happy’s number so she decided to check if they had any files on him. She returned Happy’s phone to its place and rushed to her room.  

‘Friday, can you show me what do we have for Peter Parker?’ She asked the A.I. when she sat in front of her computer.

‘Of course.’ Friday answered and soon a picture of Peter appeared on (Y/n)’s screen.

‘Cute.’ She smirked. ‘Okay, hmmm… Midtown High? Isn’t that this school for geniuses or something?’

‘Yes. It is.’

‘What else is there…’ She whispered while she was scrolling through his files. ‘Huh?’ She said when a protected folder came into her view. ‘Password? What the hell? What are you hiding, dad?’

She quickly tried a number of passwords and since she had been living with her dad most of her life, she quickly cracked it.

‘Spider-Man?’ A lot of videos of him appeared in front of her. ‘No fucking way.’ She laughed.

She glanced at her phone and quickly put in Peter’s number, then she hesitantly sent him a message.

- hi. is this peter parker’s number?

- do i know you?

- sorta, im a friend of a friend and i wanna help u out

- with what?

- some kind of tour? idk, you tell me

- oh my god finally!!!! thank you so much whoever you are!!!!

- not a problem, what kind of tour is it?

you can tell me everything cause no one filled me in

- basically i want to take my class to avengers compound

my teachers are on my ass and its been pretty tiring honestly

im glad someone finally wants to help me out

will you tell me your name? or should I call you mr? or mrs? im sorry if I was rude at the start not addressing you with a title!!!

- its fine, just call me ‘a friend’

ill set everything up and ill text you the time of it

- okay okay! thank you so much once again!!

- no problem, spidey

Peter was looking at his phone screen, he felt relaxed because all of the weight was finally lifted from his shoulders. At the same time he was also a bit anxious because someone knew his identity, but he quickly shrugged it off thinking it was just an agent or someone who wouldn’t expose him.

(Y/n) spent the next two days planning the tour for Peter. She was bored anyways and she loved helping people, especially if they were cute heroes. The last step of her plan was asking her dad and she quickly made her way to his office.

‘Dad?’ She asked while slowly opening the door and knocking on it at the same time. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Sure kiddo, what’s up?’ He was sitting at his desk, plans of a new armour in front of him. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘I have a question.’ She sat on the comfy chair on the other side of the desk. ‘You know Peter Parker, right?’

‘Never heard of him.’ Tony was looking at his project intensively.

‘I know he’s Spider-Man and I want to give him and his classmates a tour of the compound.’ She said and Tony finally looked up at her, confusion written all over his face. ‘God, dad, don’t be surprised that I know who he is after you put in ‘peppermenbeater420’ as the password for the file.’

Tony shook his head and chuckled.

‘Yeah, I need to come up with something more creative. How all of this started?’

‘I listened to the voicemail he left Happy and since he wasn’t interested in poor Peter I had decided to help him out. I texted him and he was over the moon for getting this tour, so… can I tell him to come this Friday? Is 10 a.m. okay?’

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure the kids don’t go near my office and stay away from the kitchen.’

‘Thank you!’ She said and ran away from his office.

‘Eh.. I really gotta change my passwords.’ He mumbled to himself.

☽ ☽ ☽

(Y/n) quickly snatched her phone from the nightstand and texted Peter the exact date. She also told that if anyone wanted to know who was behind all this, he would just answer them ‘a friend’. (Y/n) was thrilled at the thought, it’s been some time since she had friends her age and this was her chance to get out of her shell. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a shell, she was just all around older people all the time. She needed to hang out with someone like Peter and maybe his closest friends if she was lucky.

Peter was overjoyed when he read that the tour was finally happening. He told the class and it looked like the teachers were the ones who were the happiest to go. Flash was too, but for a different reason. Peter has been waiting for Friday what seemed like eternity and when it finally rolled around, he felt relieved. After this day, no one is going to ask him for this anymore and he can finally breathe freely, not a single person sticking their nose in his personal space. He hurried to his school, everyone was already waiting in the bus.

‘Parker. Late again. I’ll let it slide this time though, because without you this wouldn’t be happening. Get inside.’ The teacher said and gave him a nod.

‘Thank you.’ Peter answered and headed inside.

He took a seat next to Ned who was frantically looking at his phone and photos of the compound.

‘Are we going to meet the Avengers?’ He asked with a big smile on his face.

‘I dunno, Ned. Maybe.’

‘Ayo Parker! Think you can introduce me to my new girl?’ He heard Flash screaming from the back of the bus.

‘Ignore him.’ Ned whispered.

‘I am.’

The ride wasn’t long and soon their bus was approaching the huge building. Excitation was running through Ned’s veins and Peter wouldn’t admit it but he was also interested in this tour. HE felt his phone buzz and looked at the message from ‘friend’.

wait outside the main entrance at the bottom of the stairs,  ill come get you from there xx

He smiled to himself and put away his phone. The teachers announced that they are here and he told them what his friend messaged him. The whole group was waiting in the area they were supposed to meet with their tour guide, but after 10 minutes of waiting everyone was starting to get annoyed.

‘I knew you didn’t get us the tour, you’re full of shit Penis Parker.’ Flash sneered.

‘If he didn’t get us the tour we wouldn’t make it through that gate and those guards.’ MJ said and pointed at the entrance which quickly shut Flash up.

Peter felt his phone buzz again and looked at the screen.

im here:)

He looked up to the top of the stairs and he saw the person he recognized instantly. She was walking downstairs, her plaid dress was adoring her body and she was wearing big black high-heeled boots, the fact she moved in them so easily was shocking.

‘Hi, I’m (Y/n) Stark and I’ll be your tour guide today.’ She said to everyone when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

She looked at Peter and gave him a wave which caused everyone to look at him. Especially Flash who couldn’t believe his eyes. Peter was in awe, he had no idea that all this time it was her helping him, he also felt slightly embarrassed, but (Y/n)’s smile took away all his worries.

‘If you have any questions feel free to ask them along the way. Let’s go, shall we?’ She asked and turned around to head back where she came from.

‘Dude?! You didn’t tell me you know (Y/n) Stark!’ Ned whisper yelled in Peter’s ear.

‘That’s because I don’t.’ He whispered back and Ned raised his eyebrow. ‘I’ll tell you later.’

‘Okay, before we start I want to tell you some stuff. Firstly, before you ask, I don’t know if we’ll meet any Avengers along the way. They are usually in our living area and we won’t be going there for privacy reasons. Secondly, if you need to use the restroom, just tell me and I’ll get one of these guys,’ She nodded towards the four guards standing behind the group. ‘.. to escort you there. The last thing I ask of you is to be respectful and not break anything or yell, people are working here. Is that clear?’ Everyone nodded their heads rapidly. ‘Good.’ She smiled and turned around. ‘Follow me.’

taglist: @imleavingtonightt @r93339 @stvrdustalexx @cursedandromedablack @steelthistle @raajali3 @onecrazydirectioner @stilesks @luvwanda @screambih  @tomskookie @wolfstarsimpxx @miss-bloodbath @evahpmcu @phantomxoxo @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @naturalswifty89 @lyntic @freeshavocadoooo @alainabooks143 @ilovedilfs32 @kaitlin-r130  @squidwardsluverxx @greengarsstuff @088i880 @bookfrog242 @hawkins-hs

[for-parker]

summary You went to Liz' party to have some fun and forget about the stress from school, instead you watch as Peter Parker, whom you've had a crush on since you were partnered on a project once, change into Spider-Man's suit right outside.

tags fem!stark!reader, cute Peter, both r kinda awkward

word count 1583

a/n idk if I love or hate this

Sitting outside of Liz's house wasn't what you had planned when you'd come here, but you also didn't know Peter Parker - aka the one you had a huge crush on - would show up.

Emptying the red cup (which was filled with some soda you'd found, you weren't looking to get drunk tonight) you dust off your jeans, ready to get back inside.

Instead you notice someone on top of the garage next to you, silently talking to themselves. With furrowed eyebrows you step back, only to watch as a certain brown haired boy looked at the mask in his hands. The mask that belonged to the Spider-Man suit he was wearing.

What the fuck.

Either he really was the one stepping in crimes in nearby neighborhoods or he was dressing up, for whatever reason. Upon closer inspection though, the suit looked more and more authentic. Your step on the gravel seemed to alert him because his head shot up and he made direct eye contact with you.

Gulping you step back, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you-" you'd miscalculated the space behind you and in a split second you're falling - right into the pool because of course Liz had a huge swimming pool in her backyard.

"Woah," he says as he shoots a web at your hand, pulling you back onto stable ground. Your breathing is fast and he smiles a little shyly at you. "Uh," it was awkward - he was still crouching there in his suit as you were staring.

"You really can't tell anyone-" he starts with a panicked whisper and a few short glances at the house. Holding your hands up in mock surrender you smile, "I won't, don't worry."

He thanks you and smiles before he's looking back at all of the students partying. Deciding that this was your chance to talk to him, you speak up. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

He sighs, "Ned found out like you did and he accidentally told everyone in gym class I'm friends with Spider-Man. So…" You remembered that, after all you were in his class too.

"And now everyone's waiting for Spider-Man?" You question and he nods miserably. "That's the only reason we were invited. Cuz, you know, no one really likes me." He shrugs.

You did.

"Yeah but is Spider-Man worth a little party trick like that? I mean it's not gonna change anything, they'll probably just say you're lying or something." He considers it for a second before looking at you and taking you in. You wore some tight jeans with black boots as well as a white dress shirt.

You're pretty, he thinks.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He chuckles and presses the spider in the middle of his chest and the suit loosens. He doesn't pay you any mind when he pulls it off. His abs came into view and your jaw drops, that's what he was hiding underneath his cure flannels and polo shirts?

He pulls his normal clothes back on and then looks at you. You quickly pill yourself together and look away with red cheeks. Why'd you constantly have to embarrass yourself like this?

"You can look at me, I don't mind," he admits but his shy demeanor doesn't change. You nod hesitantly. He gives you a once-over, "You seem really familiar." Uh, oh.

So far no one figured out who your father was. When you got into Midtown it was to blend in and separate yourself from your parents' success, so with some deals here and there you weren't connected to Iron Man anymore. He and your mom decided from your birth on that you'd have to decide yourself if you wanted to be known later, so no one apart from the Avengers really knows about your existence.

You loved your dad, but it was hard being liked for who you were when everyone saw him instead.

"You remind me of Mr. Stark," he admits with a shake of his head, apologizing after. "Sorry that must be so weird-"

"No, uh… that's my dad, so…" he pales. "What?" You sigh and look up again, "I didn't wanna have friends solely because of that so we kept my… identity private."

"Makes sense…"

"You wanna get out of here?" You ask with a surge of confidence and he cocks his head. "And go where?"

Ten minutes later you're at Delmar's, sharing a sandwich he insisted on paying for.

-

After that a friendship between you blossoms quickly. You're constantly meeting up, usually at his place (or you went somewhere to eat unhealthy food).

Since you were friends with MJ as well, her, Peter, Ned and you became a small friend group in the following time period of two months. Your father had yet to find out and you were slightly dreading it, because he could read you like a book and it'd only be seconds until he noticed your ever growing feelings for Peter.

It was a late Saturday and Ned and MJ had just left. You were halfway through the third movie when you nearly nodded off, Peter's aunt May coming to turn the TV off, "It's late. (y/n), are you staying the night?" She asks sweetly and you turn to Peter who nods with tired eyes and a shrug of his shoulders, leaving the decision up to you.

"If that's okay with you? I'll just call my dad," she grins and sends a not so secret wink to Peter who groans and pushes you into his room. "Figured you'd wanna call Mr. Stark here and not in front of her." It was cute to you how he always made sure to address your dad so formally.

Taking out your phone you dial his number and wait for him to pick up. He does after only a few seconds. There's loud music coming from him meaning he was still working and he looks at you with furrowed brows. "Where the hell are you?"

"Uhm…" raising an eyebrow he speaks up again, "Five seconds and I know where you are anyway so just tell me now."

Peter is almost as white as a sheet and you giggle, pulling him into frame. "Hi, Mr. Stark." This time it's your dad who pales.

"What the hell? Since when are you spending time with my daughter and why didn't I know about this?" Peter stammers an apology and you just watch with amusement as he gets more and more worked up about it, his voice cracking in between his hurried words.

"I'm really sorry, sir. I swear I'm not doing anything with her or something!" His voice gets adorably high and you decide to intervene. "Can I stay the night?" This earns you another earful but when he's done he sighs, "Can't stop you anyway, can I?"

"Nope," you laugh.

"Parker, if I find out you started something with her you're minus the suit."

With a good night you hang up and fall onto your back from laughing so hard. "It's not funny," Peter whines but you just laugh harder.

"It is! Why are you so scared of him?" He looks at you like you're crazy, "Isn't that obvious? Sometimes I think he hates me," at the ridiculed glare you sent him he pouts, subconsciously or not he looked fucking adorable.

When you're done staring and pick the conversation back up,.asking for something more comfortable to sleep in, he gives you one of his shirts and you barely manage to conceal your excitement. You're awkwardly standing in the doorway, not knowing where you should be sleeping.

"Alright, you can sleep here and I'll take the couch." He suggests and you shake your head, "No, you don't have to-"

"No, but I want to. My bed is way more comfortable than the couch. I'm not letting you get back problems or something."

The argument goes on until May shouts for you two to be quiet and to just share the bed. Both with red cheeks he cleared his throat, "Would you be okay with that?" An awkward nod later and you're laying side by side in the small twin bed.

He seems deep in thought, his forehead wrinkled. The moon shines in through the window, making it easy to see all of him. His nose, his lips and his pretty eyes.

"Okay I have to get this off my chest. I really like you. I know you probably don't like me back but that's okay! Don't worry cuz I can get over this, it's just a stupid crush-" you press your lips onto his, stopping him in the middle of his sentence.

You don't know where the confidence came from, but you were thankful for it when he relaxed into the kiss and gently put one hand on the back of your head.

You part to catch your breath and sit up a little more, steadying yourself with your elbow. He does too, and softly pushes you back onto the soft mattress, hovering over you. "I hope this means you like me back?" He whispers.

"What else would it mean?" With that he leans down again and presses his lips onto yours. Your hands move up into his messy hair, and the blanket slips down a little from where it was draped over the both of you.

When you break the kiss to catch your breath you smile. His cheeks were red and his lips a little puffy.

"You're explaining this to my dad."

"You-"

[salty-jade]

Steps: Hand Holding

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff, just fluff.

Summary: Peter wants to hold hand with you, but how are you going to do that without exlpoding every single time he touches you?

Note: Okay, I'm back at it again. I think... Tbh this is sort of based on my own what if of myself once I have that special someone. also, I did this all in one go, so no edits whatsoever :D. If there is something triggering in this pls let me know!

Everyone in you circle of friends knew you had the biggest crush on Peter Parker. Obviously they didn’t know why since he was sort of a nerd and a geek at the same time. Well for you, that wasn’t a deal breaker since you liked him because he was just him. Loving, caring, sweet and if you look closely, actually handsome. Nevertheless, your friends were supportive and tried everything to get you two together.

So it came to no surprise for them that you two ended up together. Though, it was really because you discovered his secret identity by accident when you were taking out the trash at the same alley way where Peter would change into his super suit. Plus point for you since you saw his bare torso, which you swore justified your case on how handsome he was.

Still, because of that incident, you two became closer, and bloomed into something more. So now your friends are gushing over the possible things you and Peter would do as a new couple. Eat lunch together, walk to class together, talk about each other to other people, hold hands.

Wait.

Hold hands?

As in you and Peter’s fingers locking together while swinging your arms as you both cross a field of daisies???

Nope. Nope. and NOPE!

If Peter had a big secret to keep from the whole world, you had one too. Well, it’s not as huge as Peter’s but still something that you don’t want other people to know about. Peter’s your first boyfriend, therefore you’ve never really been physical with a guy before. The only people you could tolerate physical touch was the men in your family.

“Oh, don’t forget protection ok?! tell him to wrap his junior before sticking it in”

“Also, consent is important for both you and him okay girl? also…”

While your friends kept giving you tips on how to essentially ‘turn on’ your boyfriend and please him, all you could think in your head was about how you were going to even hold hands with him when he asks. forget sex, you could die just from holding hands!

So far, Peter hasn’t really touched you in anyway whatsoever. Heck, when you both confessed, Peter couldn’t event try and land a kiss on you because suddenly his senses alerted him of a villain so he had to drop you off somewhere safe before going out to battle.

The moment he wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist him up, your stomach was doing flips, face becoming different shades of red, and your brain turned into mush. You had to dunk your head into the bathtub to cool yourself from the heat of your face. You thought something was wrong with you. You thought it was weird for someone to be overstimulated with just a few touches with your partner. The romcoms you watch in your laptop certainly made it seem so. It made it seem like an amazing experience where you and your partner could share sweet moments together and just enjoy each other’s presence and act like it was only you two in the entire world. Well, both your heart and mind could not handle that much intimacy.

Was it because you’ve never date anyone before? or was it because you just have high expectations so your afraid of underperforming. Regardless of the reason, it was better to come clean to Peter rather than just keeping it to yourself.

Just as you made your self-declaration, you felt and hand on your arm, pulling you closer to another person’s body.

“Hey there Y/N!” your body, as if it was on auto-pilot, jumped at his touch and voice and instinctively backed a bit to hard unto your locker. Causing it to temporarily shake both the locker and somewhat your body due to the shock. Peter, being the lovely boyfriend he was, felt bad since he thought it was his fault for startling you and tried to hold you to help soothe the pain. Before he could do that though, you again backed away from him and kept a safe distance from him so he couldn’t touch you so you wouldn’t turn to mush.

“Hey! Hey Peter! umm how’s it going?” the fact that you tried to deescalate the situation to make it seem less awkward, just made the situation more awkward. Peter could only raise a brow at you and replied to your question.

“Everything’s good. yeah. I just wanted to see if you would want to walk to AP calculus together…” He said. The sound of guilt and confusion lingered in his voice as every time he raised his hand even slightly you would sort of jerk away from his touch.

“sure sure. we can do that, I just need to…” you looked around your surroundings to find a place where you could cool down for a bit before getting to class. Luckily, you found a bathroom.

“go to the bathroom real quick that’s all! So wait for me okay?! great!” before he could even reply, you dashed across the hall and into the bathroom to spare you the embarrassment.

One of your friends just patted Peter in the back to help reassure him that that was just who you were. “don’t worry, she LOVES you to death. she’s just shy that’s all.” and with that, your friend group had dispersed, each going to their own classes for today.

While you were in the bathroom checking the mirror to see if your face was still red from being touched by Peter. It wasn’t that Peter was not allowed to touch you. In fact, you really wanted to hold hands with him, but your body just reacts in the weirdest ways and your brain perceives it as you being overstimulated.

Before going out again, you took out a few books from your bag and carried them instead, just so could occupy them and avoid holding hands with Peter.

Peter saw you coming out of the bathroom, and he gave you his honest smile and walked up to you.

“I can carry those books for you if you wa-”

“NO!” ok that response was too fast, let’s try that again.

“I mean, no need. It’s ok! besides, you wouldn’t want people to know about the ‘thing you have right’?” you let out a dry chuckle, knowing that your excuse was the dumbest thing Peter might have heard in his entire life.

The whole walk towards class was weird in general. Peter kept wanting to try and find an opening to at least hold your shoulder or at least offer to carry your stuff so he could hold your hand, but something tells him that you were intentionally avoiding that opportunity for him. In the end, when you both made it to your seats in class, you both just exchanged notes while you tried to send him cute doodles so that he didn’t feel too bummed out about not being able to hold your hand.

You knew he didn’t deserve this treatment. He should be able to hold his girlfriend, kiss her whenever he wanted to. But, you just couldn’t handle the overload of affection from him. He was like the sun, while you were the midnight sky shying away from everything.

You both went on with your days as if you were just friends. Peter still tried to find an opening to at least graze your hand but, nothing. He sensed there must be something wrong with you. Maybe he was imagining things when you actually confessed that you liked him? was he reading the signals wrong? whatever it was, even Peter couldn’t solve this with only his intuition only. It was best that he asked you directly instead.

As soon as you both stepped out of the school, where a good few inches of empty space were between you and Peter, peter turned to you before you had the chance to escape the awkward situation.

“Can we talk?” he said. Your instincts were telling you that he probably wanted to talk about what happened this morning and your over all behavior today. I mean who could blame him, the whole day you’ve been avoiding his touches and advances the best you could so that you wouldn’t explode from an overload.

“y-yeah sure…”

Peter and you agreed it be better to talk about it back at his place since May wouldn’t be around the apartment. Though, it didn’t help you calm your worries since this is more about how are you going to explain it to Peter rather than having to go through May’s constant teasing of the two of you.

And now here you were, in his apartment.

alone.

together.

on the couch.

.

.

.

NOPE NOPE NOPE! even if there was no contact between you two, for some reason this situation alone was enough to make you overload. Even a blind person could tell you were nervous about this whole situation. You were as stiff as a tree, you wouldn’t even let yourself relax into the couch and sat in an upright position with your legs shut close together, while your hands were a=placed on top of them in the form of fist. Where even your knuckles started to turn white. Ok, now is a good as time as any for Peter to bring it up.

Peter sat back down on the couch after he grabbed you both something cool to drink. For some reason, he knew this conversation was going to make you burn up.

“Okay, umm… did I do something wrong?” your head shot up to look at him the instant he said those words.

“WHAT?! NO! I-I mean…. no… well, I mean there is something wrong but it’s not you per say… rather,” and there you go, falling a part as soon as you opened your mouth. God, you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die rather than explain the weirdest thing about you. But as you looked into his eyes. his warm brown eyes, you knew he deserved to know. So, you took a deep breath and tried to carefully construct the next few sentences in your head so that Peter can understand you.

“just so were on the same page, you noticed I’ve been trying to avoid… touching you right?”

All Peter could do was nod at your statement. He decided it was best if he added some words to it as well.

“Yeah, and I mean I get it if you don’t want us to be physical because if that’s your preference then by all means go-” You waved your hands in the air to tell him to shut up for a bit.

“No, no that’s not what I meant…I guess you could say I’m the weird one” Peter was sure he wasn’t following what you were saying just now. How could you be weird?

“Look, I don’t know why I’m like this, but… I’ve never had a boyfriend before and the thought of being in a relationship is new to me. What’s also new to me is the fact that I get to be physical with someone that I have really like and…” you looked back again at his face to see if he was following you along before continuing.

“The thought of even just holding hands with someone, especially you, just overwhelms me. I feel warm and fuzzy of course when I’m with you, like my heart just wants to jump around the room. But at the same time it feels like it might just burst and I feel like a PC that just short-circuits due to the heat. I guess you could say I get overstimulated? I’m not sure what to call it, but that’s just how I am…”

You didn’t realize that you were curling up into a ball on his couch when you finished your explanation. it did make a nice place to burry your head into so that you could calm yourself down for a bit before hearing Peter’s reply to what you just said.

Peter felt, giddy? like as if he saw the most cutest plush bear in the world and wanted to hug it so tight cause it was so cute. That was how he felt after your whole explanation. Your reason was totally valid, but on the other hand it also make Peter want to hold you close and see your face get red in the cutest way possible. Though, that might just make things worse.

You heard rustling from the other side of the couch and watch Peter hold up one of his fingers to you. Your brows furrowed at his sudden act.

“Let’s try something. I hold up one of my finger, and you just touch mine with your. how bout that?”

You swore this whole situation felt like something a pre-school teacher would do to a kid to get to know them.

“come on just humor me. Besides, think of it as a training exercise for yourself” and so you did.

You held out your index finger and connected the two together. You felt like Peter was E.T and you were the young boy in the movie.

“Are we recreating E.T here?!”

“I don’t know, maybe~” you giggled at his response.

“Ok, how bout we try this now,” Peter held out all his other fingers, signaling you to do the same with your hands. You showed signs of hesitance but you wanted to try even for a bit.

You unraveled your hands and brought both of your fingertips together slowly. First the thumbs, then the middle finger, the ring finger and finally your pinky. Your stomach felt like it was fluttering, along with you heartbeat starting to pick up the pace.

Peter could tell you were starting to “short-circuit” as you described. So he let you know it was ok if you didn’t want to continue. “We can stop if you want.”

you shook your head while keeping your hand steady in the air with his. Both of your fingertips were still touching, not once have you flinched away from his.

“I-it’s okay, I really wanna try holding your hand” the last bit of the sentence you dialed it down a bit so that Peter couldn’t hear it. Though, we all know he could hear it.

As if you were an astronaut taking your first step on a planet, you slowly brought you palm closer to Peter’s. Peter has not moved an inch from his position, so all of this was your own doing. Then slowly, but surely, your hands were clasped together. Now you could feel your face starting to burn, and your heart was pumping faster. This was only just hands touching, imagine if you did some of the things your friends kept telling you about.

Peter felt proud of you, even though he could see your face turn into different shades of red, but proud. Now, he felt like doing something bold, maybe you weren’t ready for it, but he wanted to at least try and see your reaction.

“I’m gonna do something so, be prepared ok”

“what?”

“Trust me” trust me. Never would you think those were the words from Peter that would make you turn into mush.

Peter then did the unthinkable, well at least for you. He shifted his hand a bit and slowly intertwined his hands with yours. Now, your fingers were interlaced with each other. You were both now holding hands. Something Peter wanted to do for the whole day. His hold on you was firm, not to the point where it hurts, but firm in a way that says he would never let go of you.

Your eyes widened, your instincts are telling you to pull away and stick your head into the bathtub filled with cold water. are your hands starting to sweat? you think it does. Are you sweating? maybe? God you are! What’s happening? can you still see Peter? Yes, but right now you really don’t want to turn into a tomato in front of him so you look to the side so that your hair is covering your face and avoid looking at him. But despite all that, your hand was still holding his. Never letting go.

Peter thought enough was enough so he tried to pull a way so that you could at least breath. Surprisingly, you were the one that held on.

“I- I don’t want my efforts to go to waste, or yours. So… is it okay if we stay like this for a bit” you were still looking away from Peter, but you lowered your hands so that it was comfortably resting on the couch.

“My heart is like beating a thousand miles per second right now I think, but I-I’m okay…” You finally looked at Peter. Your cheeks were flushed with shades of red, and your eyes seemed more like a doe to Peter now. God, he really wanted to hold you close now.

He shuffled a bit in the couch, trying to close the distance between you little by little.

“Is this okay?” Peter asked. He was still an arms length far from you, but closer nonetheless. You nodded. He then shifted closer, asking the same thing, and you replied the same. After going back and forth a bit, Peter was now only a few inches away from your body. You both still kept some form of distance, but the proximity between you two was closer than you could ever imagine. Peter asked one last time.

“How about this? Is this too close for you?” He said, almost like a whisper. Your heart had reached it’s breaking point, your brain was already in the process of turning into goop, your body was overheating as if gas was leaking out of your skin. Yeah, this was your limit for now Peter thought.

He backed a few inches away from you so you could compose yourself, while his eyes were still watching your every move. You finally let go of his hand and fanned yourself to cool your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you’re still embarrassed about the whole thing you just did with him, at the same time you were happy he tried to help you. Though, you don’t know how much your heart can take it if he keeps doing these things.

“How bout we just stick to hand holding for now?” you said.

Peter gave you his signature smile and grabbed your hand to hold it on his own. Though, he wasn’t done teasing you just yet, as once he grabbed your hand, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it as if he was a prince in a fairy tale giving the princess a greeting.

yeah, it was then and there you fainted.

[abibliophobiaa]

Peter getting his wisdom teeth removed and just being super clingy and affectionate with reader, i love ur stuff btw :)))

thank you so much for this one! haha i love best friends to lovers with my whole heart. so hope you enjoy. 🤍🤍 only fluff ahead. fem!reader.

When Peter asks you to take him to get his wisdom teeth out, you’re more than willing to help. His Aunt May happened to be working a late shift last minute, leaving you to wait in the oral surgeon’s office as they take your best friend back into the operating room.

A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring down at his shoelaces intently.

“Did you know I have eight shoelaces? I guess I tied my shoes extra tight this morning.”

Double vision. That’s right.

“There’s two of you, too. Two is better than one, so they say.” He holds up two fingers in his excitement of seeing you, earning a giggle from the woman standing in the corner.

“Is he okay to go home?” You ask, moving closer to Peter. Snorting at the wads of gauze balled up in his mouth, garbling his speech.

“Yes, his surgery went great. The doctor gave a packet of what to expect during recovery. He should come back in a week or so to check up on his stitches, but other than that you are both good to go.”

At that, you gesture for Peter to get up off of the chair and grunt as he slams into your side. Feet very much that of a baby doe’s. Once he’s upright, you press into his side just to be extra safe and lead him toward the door the assistant opens for the two of you to pass through.

“Ha. There’s still two of you. Two of the prettiest person in the whole world.” He bops you on the nose, wrinkling his own in his laughter. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“Okay Casanova, let’s get you home.”

Getting him into the car proves to be interesting. He’s all gangly and floppy limbs. The sedation still making him unaware of his surrounding as you finagle him into the seat.

His legs remain on the outside of the car, fingers moving to turn the knob on the volume of the radio and raising it to an obscene volume as he shouts the words to the song through the cottony mouth he sports.

“But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not arounddddd…” He drums out the beat on the dashboard as you shove at his feet. “This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like thisss. Come back, be here. Come back—”

“Hey, hey. We don’t want to cause a public disturbance, now do we? Plus I think we should leave Taylor to do what she does best—”

You wave your hands in the air in your victory as you manage to get the rest of him inside the car and close the door shut.

“You know I met her, right? Nice lady,” he says as you drop down onto the driver’s seat and shift the car into drive.

“You mean Spider-Man met her.”

“Spider-Man. Schmider-Man. I’ll have you know I’m a great singer. Some people just don’t appreciate real talent when they hear it.” He pouts, reaching into his mouth to pluck the gauze from within his cheeks.

Your hand reaches out immediately to curl around his forearm. He stills. “You’re not supposed to take that out.”

“Oh. That’s right. I’m sorry.”

It’s the dejected tone in his voice that rips your heart down the middle as you pull into his Aunt’s driveway. You turn to look at him, noting the way his eyes roam your features.

“You gonna help me get you inside, big guy?”

His eyebrows waggle seductively at the ‘big guy’ comment and you don’t even want to know where his anesthesia addled mind runs off to. Can’t be anywhere good what with the way he’s eyeballing you like that. You chalk it up to him not being in his right mind and help him walk up the short distance to the home before leading him into his bedroom.

“Alright, into bed you go.”

“Trying to get me into bed, hmm, Daisy?”

Daisy for your favorite flowers growing up.

Your heart always skips when he says it—this time no exception. His sluggish smirk teases at the fact he recognizes the uptick as well. But you clear your throat and shove the emotions aside.

“Come on now.”

He does as told, lowering himself onto his back beneath the comforters. You manage to tug his shoes off as he cozies up and move to head back down the hall when he calls your name.

“Yes, Pete?”

“I’m tired. Can you come here?”

“It’s just the anesthesia. It’ll taper off,” you reassure him, hand gripping the doorframe.

His eyes go soft around the edges and you note the slight downturn of that full mouth. Groan and separate yourself away from the door as you climb into bed beside him. You both turn onto your sides, hands resting in between the two of you. His eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“No problem. Now try to get some sleep.”

He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable beside you. “Okay, okay. Night, Daisy. I love you.”

And then he’s out like a light. As if he never said those three words and left them suspended in the air between the two of you. You know it’s only the looseness of his lips due to what they’ve sedated him with, yet your mind races anyway.

You’ve felt something far outside the realm of friendship toward Peter for ages now. Months, really. The prospect of him ever feeling the same seems so unlikely. It doesn’t happen that way in real life, right? Not like in the stories or the movies where the best friends fall in love.

So you decide to shelve his words into a folder in your mind labeled “Not going to happen” and close your eyes.

When you wake, you’re a tangle of limbs with Peter. Legs intertwining. His thighs slotting between yours as he holds you from behind. Arm right around your waist. Cradling your back against his chest.

A slow, simmering nervousness begins to form low in your gut. This has certainly never happened before. And likely would not be happening were it not for the lingering after effects of his surgery.

“What’s wrong?” A voice asks from behind you, warm breath seeping against the back of your head.

“Uh…oh, I don’t know. We’re cuddling might be a start?”

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

That’s…new. Interesting.

You settle back against him, reaching over onto his night stand to grip your phone in hand. A picture of Peter with flowers in a halo around his head and a smile on his face greets you. Your profile is in the picture as well. Caught in a half laugh.

You notice the new text message from Aunt May and slide the phone open. Immediately earning the attention of Peter as he peers over your shoulder and notices you’ve sent a video of him to her. Plus the dozens of laughing face emojis she sent you in reply.

“What’s that?!”

“Oh, you mean your performance to all of New York in the key of screeching cat in a back alley?”

“Let me see that!”

He reaches around you to grab at the phone, earning a shriek from you as you flip over onto your stomach to hide the phone from him.

“I’m keeping this forever. You will not ruin this for me, Park—”

You break off into a fit of laughter as wiggling fingers catch your side and the phone shifts as you flip onto your back to shove at your fiendish, brown-haired attacker.

“You’re supposed to be resting!” You argue, shoving his thigh with your foot so he’s no longer hovering over you and instead slipping backward a bit further on the bed.

In his momentary lapse of attention, you grip the phone and slide it down your shirt. AKA, no man’s land for Peter Parker. He notices this, groaning as he falls foreword and rests his head against your thigh.

“How bad was I?”

“You thought you had eight shoelaces. You performed a beautiful rendition of Taylor Swift’s ‘Come Back…Be here.’ Was beautiful really. Really felt all the emotions with that one. Didn’t know Spider-Man was a Swiftie.”

He groans again. “You’re the one who played the ‘All too Well’ ten minute version so many times I ended up learning all the words. Just so happens the rest of the album is really good too. Sue me.”

“You also told me I was the prettiest girl in the world.” You bite your lip.

Might as well see where this goes.

His head lifts at this. “I mean, that one I could have told you while not under anesthesia.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Yeah? It’s just…you never have. Told me, I mean.”

His smile softens. Fingers curl around your wrist as he shifts his legs beneath him and settles down beside you. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” And then he’s the one burning up in the face. “Did I say anything else?”

“Nope. That was all.”

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

“You sure?” He asks.

Your head dips once. “Yup.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”

You curl your own feet beneath you. Sitting up in front of him. Your fingers toy with the leg of his shorts mindlessly.

“You know how I can drink and not really feel anything at all from it? Or how I heal ridiculously fast. Or just the fact my senses are enhanced overall?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

You glance up again, noting the way he’s looking at you.

All soft gazes and slow smiles. His morning sleepiness still clinging to those serene features. He’s so annoyingly handsome even like this. You fight the urge to reach your fingers forward and trace the line of his cheek. Just to see how it feels beneath your palm.

“When I asked you to lay down with me I felt ninety-nine percent myself.”

“Oh.”

“I…uh, love you, Daisy. Have for a while now honestly. You know it, don’t you?”

And maybe you have always known, in a way. Peter’s never said it so much as in words but in actions. His endless caring for you. The way he’s always there to lend an ear. The simple fact he’s the person you run to everything for. Your safe space. The brightest ball of light in human form to walk into your life.

“I love you, too, Pete.”

It’s not awkward. Lightning doesn’t crash down and strike you like you imagine it might. It’s almost normal. Nothing changes. Not really. There’s just a quiet understanding.

“So where do we go from here?” He asks.

“You go and gently brush your teeth. Because I want to kiss you, but you just got a few teeth removed from that stubborn head of yours. And then you get to ice your face all day and watch Netflix.”

“With you?”

“No, with your neighbor. Now go, go!”

Some time later, the two of you are sprawled out together watching endless episodes of your favorite TV show. You rest between Peter’s thighs, back against his chest as a laptop rests on your lap. Midway through an episode you turn your head and smile into Peter’s lips as they claim your own. Soft and inviting. Sweet and pliant beneath your own. He moves to press a kiss into your brow after, brushing a hair away from your cheek to tuck it behind your ear.

“Can I see the video you sent Aunt May now?”

“I will not accept kisses as bribery.”

“But can you be convinced?” He bats his eyelashes in jest.

“That is to be determined.”

He kisses you again. One, two, three times. A whisper of I love you against your skin.

“How about now?” He whispers.

You huff. “Fine, Peter Swift. Just know I warned you and I’m not deleting it ever.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daisy.”

[spideyzgirl]

love’s magic 🪄

A/N: are we feeling this? lmk

summary: you cook up a potion to get peter to fall in love with you; why isn’t he falling for you like he should?

warnings: a lot of sciency talk (i died writing it), witch!reader??? angst, fluff, a tiny tiny bit of stony

pairing: peter parker x reader

wc: 2578

masterlist | taglist

peter enters the lab to find you at your regular spot at your table. you look up and smile upon his arrival. “hi peter, i made love!”

“you did what now?” peters eyebrows shoot up at your statement.

“i made a love potion!” you squealed, holding up a tiny vial filled to the brim with a reddish-pink hue. you shook the vial and watched with pride as the glittery liquid swirled around.

right off the bat, peter had a million questions. none of which he would ask, because he didn’t want to come off as jealous.

“that’s… wow! does it work?” peter forced a smile.

“don’t you see the two rats making out on my desk?” you gesture towards the clear container that sure enough, held smooching rats.

“yes i do, and it’s really unnerving.” peter frowned.

“we should probably turn around and give them some privacy.” you nod.

you shake the vial once again and smile at peter. “well? what do you think? you haven’t said anything yet…”

peter takes it from you to shake it around for himself, watching concoction swish inside. he can feel the jealousy growing stronger. “yeah, it’s cool.” peter gives a small smile, trying his best not to infringe on your achievement.

“just cool? peter, i’ve been through months of trial and error to finally perfect this thing. “cool” is all you have for me? i mean, this is super intense! when consumed, it’ll flood your brain with pleasure inducing chemicals. i’m talking dopamine, oxytocin- any love hormone you can think of. not only does it affect the neurotransmitter process, but it also has a powerful affect on the brains reward system.”

“i have a reward system in my brain? that sounds awesome, what is that? what does it do?” he beamed. peter loves when you get enthusiastic about science. he doesn’t understand half of what you’re saying, yet he listens and nods intently anyway. he adored seeing you so excited about your passion.

“the reward system is what drives us to seek out food, water, and other necessary things for survival. when someone ingests the love potion, the brain starts to recognize the object of their affection as a necessary part of their survival, which causes them to crave that person in a similar way to how they would crave food or water. so, is it still just cool?” you smirk, knowing you’ve piqued his curiosity.

“no, it’s amazing! it’s also kind of scary. i’m really happy you had your breakthrough.” peter offers a smile and looks off to the side.

“but what? i’m open to criticism.”

“well, i’m just wondering who you made it for. you must really like this person, if these are the lengths you’ll go for them…” he scratches his head.

“i made it for me.” you reply simply.

peters heart drops at your answer. “why, are you trying to fall in love or something?” he nervously chuckled.

“i’m already in love. i’m just not so sure he’s in love with me.” you sigh dejectedly.

really, you made it for peter, but you weren’t about to tell him that. you’ve had feelings for him for far too long now, and the need for him to be yours was overbearing. your subtle hints might’ve been too subtle for peter, and you didn’t have a drop of courage for you to be forward either. so you did what you do best.

“you couldn’t have just… talked to him? did you really have to go to such an extreme measure?”

your eyes widen slightly, the tone of his question threw you off. “wait you don’t think this is weird do you?”

“no! i’m just saying, all those months you spent creating a potion could’ve been used to actually talk to this person, you know?”

“i guess you’re right.. maybe i shouldn’t have done this then?” you look at the potion as you think.

“no you totally should’ve! you’ve done something incredible here, don’t be ashamed!”

“no, it’s okay. i know i’m probably way in over my head. but, there’s just so many times you can drop hints to someone so oblivious.” you shrug with a smile.

“who is this idiot anyway? i can’t believe he pushed you to such a point.”

“oh, you know. just a guy. he’s usually not so dumb.” you stifle a laugh as you answer.

“oh come on, i don’t get to know who it is? that’s lame.” he playfully shoved you.

“you’ll find out when we’re together.” you smile in a way that told peter your lips are sealed.

“alright, i’m holding you to that,” he hands you the vial “i’ve gotta run soon, but good luck with your.. guy.”

“thanks,” you pull him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocates. you’re not sure why you did it, but it felt right. you get butterflies when his hand gradually moves to your lower back. you wanted to think he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could get before you stopped him.

“oh god.” peter gasped, his hold on you slightly loosening.

“what? what is it?” you pull away while your hands rest on his forearms.

“the rats are having sex, y/n. why are they doing that?”

“i feel like that’s pretty self explanatory. they don’t call it a love potion for nothing you know.” you wink.

“you didn’t know that would happen, did you?” he laughed.

“nope. i did not. but it’ll be fine! i’m not gonna go that far, if that’s what you’re worried about.” you tried to hide your smile at his concern.

“good. but what if your potion works a little too well? what if this guy can’t control himself? what if he goes so crazy over you he’ll try to hurt you?” peters grip on you tightened as he spoke, you didn’t even know he was still holding on.

“oh, he’d never. he would never hurt me in a million years. there’s nothing to worry about, this is safe, i promise. but thank you for worrying about me.”

“you know i always got you.” and it’s true. peter cares you so much, he’s willing to push you into the arms of another guy if it makes you happy, even if it kills him inside.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

later that night, peter found himself being lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. just as you set a fresh tray of them on the counter, peter was instantly behind you.

“ooh, cookies? don’t mind if i do!” peter quickly snatches a cookie and bites into it, humming at the delicious taste.

“peter no! those cookies are…” you trailed off, wondering why you were warning him, when the cookies were for him after all. “are… fresh out of the oven! they’re piping hot, don’t you wanna wait for them to cool?” you smile nervously, watching him carefully for any minor changes.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. they’re just too good. are they homemade?”

you nod, watching with worried eyes as he shoveled two more into his mouth. “okay, maybe you should slow down? i don’t want you to get a tummy ache..”

“i’ll be alright,” he shrugged. “besides, i’ll have you to take care of me.”

your heart flutters at the statement, and you try your best to hide your smile.

peter frowns slightly and hums. “hey, these kind of taste sparkly.”

“it must be starting to kick in,” you mumble to yourself. “are you feeling alright? come here.” you place your hands on his cheeks on his face to check his temperature, but he feels normal. while you wanted the spell to work, you still wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.

“please, just don’t eat anymore cookies? you’ve had more than the necessary amount of doses.”

“doses?” his head slightly fell to the side.

“uh, why don’t we let the cookies cool? i bet they’ll taste even better then.” you ignored him.

“oh, okay. so tell me. what’s the secret ingredient?”

you smile, seizing your opportunity. “love.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it didn’t take long for you to doubt the success of your potion. it should’ve taken effect within the first few minutes consumed. it’d been 4 hours since peter ate the cookies, and you haven’t seen him since.

either the spell wasn’t working, or it killed him.

if the spell was working though, the effects didn't seem to be as powerful as you’d anticipated. you began to wonder if all of your hard work had been for nothing.

“peter, you better be dead,” you huffed as you checked the time on your phone again. “i knew i should’ve tested this on steve and tony.”

then you decided, maybe all hope wasn’t lost. perhaps you needed to put in a bit of effort on your end. you were a bit on the shy side, it wouldn’t hurt to take initiative from time to time.

you texted peter to meet you in your room and in no time, he strolled inside taking a seat by you on your bed.

“what’s up?” he greets you.

“nothing, just look at me.” you stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of interest in you.

peter blinks and rubs his eyes. “shit, i lost. you never let me win.”

“what? we weren’t- you know, what never mind. just come closer.”

peter obliged, and you embraced him in a tight hug. “how does this feel? pretty intimate, right?”

“warm, cozy, everything a y/n hug should be.” he sighed

you groan and let go of him. “so you don’t feel anything at all?”

peter looks at you for a moment and thinks. your heart beats faster. this is it, he’s going to say everything you’ve been dying to hear for the past year.

“well… i’ve had this awful cramp in my calf lately. i’m just not sure what to do. what do you suggest?” he asked simply.

your heart sank. it seemed that all your efforts had been in vain. you spent so much time and energy making this potion, and for what? it didn't seem to have any effect on peter.

“that’s not what i mean! why didn’t it work? i’ve been trying for months!” you rest your forehead on your knees, unable to stop the tears from rolling.

“woah, what’s going on?” peter frowned, placing a hand on your back. but you don’t answer.

you couldn't help but feel defeated. you put so much of yourself into this project, and now it seemed like a complete failure. not only were you unsuccessful with your potion, but the boy you were hopelessly in love with didn’t take even a slight romantic interest in you. the realization was like a punch to the gut.

“what’s it gonna take for you to want me? i’m asking you now, because i can’t seem to figure it out for the life of me! i go as far as making a love potion just to get you to like me and it still won’t fucking work? i can’t do this for much longer! i spent months working on that potion,” you spat out, your voice quivering with rage. “i researched every ingredient, every spell, and every technique. so i would love for you to tell me, what it is about me that repels you?”

you’re almost panting from the anger, though it wasn’t directed towards peter. you wiped at the tears, but they kept coming.

peter was stunned with your outburst. it was definitely a lot to process. selfishly, the only thing he took from that was that you liked him. the same girl he’d been pining after for years was finally reciprocating. peter spent so much time dreaming about this moment but he never thought it would actually happen.

he mouth went ajar as he stammered, failing to form a coherent sentence. you never yelled at him before, he didn’t know how to react. all he could manage was, “you made that potion… for me?”

“yes,” you utter feebly, avoiding his eyes. “but it doesn’t matter anymore. we can just pretend this didn’t happen. my potion didn’t work, and you’re just not into me.”

“no. i can’t do that,” he shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “not when i finally know you feel the same way about me.”

you look at him, confusion evident on your face.

“i’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date, but i couldn’t after you told me you were making a love potion for someone else. do you know how much that crushed me?”

“and you didn’t stop me?” you fought a smile.

“i couldn’t. you were so excited about the spell working, about the person you were gonna use it on. i didn’t wanna ruin it for you because i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile shyly, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “we’re so stupid.”

“no kidding. i can’t believe you made a potion instead of telling me you like me.”

“i can’t believe you told me to go be happy with someone who isn’t you.” you playfully bump into him, and he takes your arm gently, keeping you close.

“you’ll never hear it again.” his eyes are locked on your lips while his other hand delicately grips your chin, pulling you closer and closer until your lips meet.

your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the moment. it was an explosion of sensation, your bodies coming together in a perfect harmony that felt like it had been brewing for months. it wasn't just a kiss, but an emotional release that had been building for years. you couldn't get enough of each other, your lips moving against the others in perfect union.

you both reluctantly pulled apart, breathless, knowing that nothing between you would ever be the same again; you were perfectly fine with that.

“holy shit.” you gasp.

“what happened?”

“i think i know why my potion didn’t work on you. you were already in love with me, so of course it wouldn’t work on you! i’m not a failure after all.”

“of course you’re not. i can’t get those rats out of my mind. i think in pictures, so you can imagine how horrible this is for me.” he shook his head.

you gasp again, standing up so fast you see spots. “i left the cookies out!”

“it’ll be fine. just stay here with me. we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?” he winked.

“you haven’t figured it out yet? the love potion is in the cookies!”

“wait, are you serious?” he frowned.

you rolled your eyes and dragged him towards the kitchen. you cursed when you found that all of the cookies were gone.

“oh god. this could be bad.” you wince.

just then, steve sprinted through the kitchen with tony hot on his trail. “come back you coward! you can’t escape my love, no matter how fast you run!” tony yelled after him.

peter covered his mouth as he laughed, and your jaw dropped.

“that right there was an immediate call for an antidote.” you immediately turned to leave.

peter looked to the side in horror, to see thor in a full heated make out with his hammer. “please hurry,” he shuddered. “that’s image number three unfortunately seared into my brain today.”

you turn your attention to thor and shrug. “i honestly think that would’ve happened with or without the potion.”

taglist 🏷️ {MESSAGE ME FOR REMOVAL}

@niallhoransupremecy @raajali3 @crazyknight @evermoresilk @hqllandxx @popeheywardssecretgf @sukiinet @luvhann @tellmeonce @tiredofc0ffee @saliciaknows @eatasockortwo @timotheechalametswife @fairydxll @lnmp89 @tomhollandsslut @chaostudee @ayle4231 @powerpuffluuvv @aurelie39 @eviewriites @captainmarvelnerd @invisibletrolleyson-jeremy @allthetroubleiveseen

[secretaccountlol]

Mission accomplished.

This is smut 18+ <3

Let me know if you want to be apart of my tag-list in the comments <3

Also remember to reblog and comment it always helps

Hello! Y’all requested more sub!peter sooo.

Summary: You are pissed, pissed is an understatement, Peter did the mission without you.

CW: Dom!Reader x Sub!Peter, hair pulling, masochism, sadism, electric massager~, pussy eating, cum eating, Pet names (pretty boy, good boy) , Dom names (mistress and ma’am), degradation ,overstimulation, oh! And Typos <3

I’m going to kill him, is what you thought. You kicked open the door to his room, to see a frantic Peter.

“Oh.. hi sweetheart? Uhm..w-what’s up?” Your eyes narrowed at his sheepish smile. “You know what, Peter.” Your arms crossed, your feet tapped lightly. Your anger boils when you see him simply shrug his shoulders at your questions.

“You went on the mission, without me!”

“Oh.. that..”

“Yeah ‘oh that’” you mocked, “We are a fucking team remember? We’re all we fucking have! You can’t just shit behind my back, that’s not how this works!” You huffed, you were now towering over Peter as he stared at you, you watched as a knot formed in his throat, his eyes softened to pacify you.

“I-I’m sorr-“

“Don’t give a stupid apology you don’t mean, Pete!” Peter’s eyes drift away from yours, without thinking you grip his hair to pull his face up to face yours again, a moan slips through his lips before his face flushes.

“Did you just fuckin’ moan?” You searched his face for answers as he gnawed at his lip, “N-no of cour’ no-“ you tug his hair again, you watch as his eyes close in delight as he groans.

“You’re a little masochist aren’t ya, Pete?” You whisper in delight, you smile as you watch him try to hide his excitement. “N-no! That’s not what..”

“Then what is it? Hm?” Peter was silent, “What? Can’t speak now?” You tug on his hair softly, his only reply pathetic whimper.

“Well Peter, I think you should be punished for what you did today.”

“Punished?”

“Mmhm, do you want that? To be punished?”

“..yes”

“You’re gonna do what I say then, everything I say, Pete.”

Peter nodded, his doe eyes made you warm.

“If you really don’t want to do something or want to stop, say ‘pineapple’ okay?” You gripped his chin to make sure his eyes stayed trained on yours as he nodded once more.

“I need verbal communication, baby boy”

“Y-yes I understand”

“Good boy! On the bed, now.”

Peter’s jittery movements made you want to fuck him right on the spot you bit your lip as you observed him quickly sit on the bed, waiting for his next orders like a dog.

“Strip.”

Peter’s movements are slow, eyeing to see if you’d do the same as you took a seat in the chair he was previously occupying. “A-are you going to-?”

“I don’t question me, Parker. Do what you’re told.” You spit out, and watch as his cheeks flush, his pace speeding up. Soon he’s naked in front of you, twiddling his thumbs as he stares at the ground.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already hard? God, you’re pathetic, y’know?”

“I bet you’ve had a hard-on since I started yelling at you, hm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“N-no..t not true.”

“Peter, don’t lie to me.”

Peter’s lips are pressed into a thin line, “Mm, that’s what I thought. Open your legs for me, Pete.”

“Yes, mis-“ The words caught in Peter’s throat, his eyes wide as they stared like he’d been caught.

“It’s okay if ya wanna call me mistress or ma’am, Pete. I don’t mind.”

“Y-yes mistress.” As his legs opened his cock bounced up and tapped his stomach, red and leaking already.

You sit up, sauntering over to him, “Do you want me to touch you?” Your hands ghost over his thighs, making him jump slightly, you chuckle at how sensitive he is.

“Yes.. please. “

“Oh, and he has manners” your hands trace up his thighs all the way to his cock, and your finger pushes down on the tip, Peter whines as his face scrunches. “So so so sensitive.” Your hands slide down his shaft, pumping slowly as you watch his face contorted in pleasure.

“God- that- mmhn!” Peter’s voice cracked, “Coming undone so soon?” His hips stuttered as your hands sped up. “Sh-shut up!” You mockingly gasp, slapping his thigh, hard, earning a hiss from him.

“Tell me to shut up again, I'll make sure you’ll regret it.”

You licked his ear as you spoke, pulling away once you felt him shiver. You hum as you feel his breath grow erratic as he tries to fuck himself faster into your hands. “ Such a fucking pervert, bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Peter whines as you talk, lifting his hips to match your strokes, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. “Please- fuck! Mm- I’m- hnn!”

“Your? Hm?”

“G-gonna c-cu..”

“You haven’t earned it yet, beg and I might let you cum.”

“Please! P-please! M-mistress! I ca-cant hold on much longer- plea-“ Peter’s breath hitched as his movements became sloppier, “I’m sososo..hhnn! I’m so clo-ose!!” Peter’s eyes shut tight as he attempted to speak more.

“Go on, cum.”

“T-tha-mm!Than-..yo-!” Peter’s body shakes before he can properly thank you, his cum comes up in thick ropes covering your hands and his stomach in long lines, he pants as he lays back, trying to catch his breath.

“You didn’t say thank you.” You frown, you stand before walking out the room, Peter can’t be bothered to lift his head, as you come back.

“M-mm s-sorr- for not thankin-ah!” Peter’s cock twitches as your hands stroke his dick slowly. “Pl-mm hold on, it's still sensitive.”

You say nothing as you turn on your secret weapon, Peter’s head perks up as he hears the buzz. “Y-your not-!” You smirk as you inch the massage head closer to his tip. “Lay back down.” You lightly press the vibe to his tip, he squeals his head thrown back.

“M-Mmis- ohh!” His hips pressed into the bed in a failed attempt to move away from the vibration.

“Aww is it too much for you?” You cooed, you pressed the vibe harder into his tip, holding his shaft gingerly. His body tries to jerk away but you keep him trapped with your hands. “Mm-Mhn! Ah-! T-too much..!“ his whines made you turn up the vibration, his breath became shallow as you watch him drift,

“S-ahh..ngh.”

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?”

You snatch the vibe away, Peter’s guttural moans filled the air as he cums, his hands grip the sheets as his whole body spasms. His arms shield his face as he tries to gain his breath back, you take the downtime to get undressed by the time he sits up your naked.

“What? Never seen a girl naked before?”

“I- no! I- I have!” He stammered, “You're just very.. cute”, his hands running up your sides, “Flattering me will get you nowhere, spider..hands to your side.”

“It’s n-not..I’m..not!” his hands squeeze you before resting them by his side, “I-I mean it…”

You smile before climbing on his lap, “Be a darling and help me line myself up with your dick.”

“Y-yes ma’am..” his shaky hands held his dick as his face turned red, you could tell he wanted to touch you again, but couldn’t find the words to ask as you slowly inched down onto his cock.

“Ooh..you’re so big, Pete” you close your eyes as you attempt to lift up again, Peter whines as you move, his hands hovering above your hips. “Mistress!Pleaseplease can I t-touch you! Please!” Peter’s pleading sent dopamine to your brain.

“Mm, S-since, fuck.. you asked so nicely” Peter’s hands grip your hips, hard. As you picked up speed, soon the room was filled with your panting and Peter’s moans.

“You f-fill me so well, Pete. God- I-I’m-“ your hips stuttered as that familiar pressure built in your stomach, “Ah-.. fuckfuckfuck..mm” your ass grinds down his cock as you inch closer.

“M-mi-m-! M-may I…I cum I-in you? please!” Peter babbles as his eyes closed, “Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” Your hands lay on his hands as his eyes hang low as they stare at you. “Yeah, t-there we are, g-good boy, ready to cum? H-hm?” Peter’s head nods rapidly, his eyebrows knit together trying to stay focused on your words. You rub your clit furiously as your head tilts back as you cum, “Mm- cum for me, Peter! Hhn-“ you hear Peter whine before sloppily thrusting into you, soon you’re filled with warmth as his semen pumps into you, you both pant catching your breath. You stand up letting his cock and cum fall out of you, before you start looking for your discarded clothes

“I-..can I eat you out?” Peter’s voice is a whisper, you look back at him as he rubs the back of his neck. “You literally just came in me, and you wanna eat me out?”

Peter’s face eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Uhm? Yeah?” His head cocks to the side, you chuckle.

“Who am I to stop you?” You climb back on the bed, laying on your back. His hands slid down your legs as you opened them. “Y-you’re..so gorgeous mm” Peter licks a long stride up your pussy, you shiver groaning. “Oh holy shit, Pete.” His mouth sucks on your clit before sliding through your folds, your hands grip his hair pushing him harder into your pussy.

“Dud-fuck..mm- wh-who knew…hol- sh-!” Your eyes closed as he motorboats your pussy, “Oh-!” His mouth sucks on your clit again as he adds two fingers in your hole, “Fuck! Yesyesyes! Holyshityouresogood-“ Peter groans as you tug tighter on his hair, his fingers pick up speed as you arch back. “Mm- good boy!Yesyes-right the-there..!!” Both of your hand's lace through his hair as you.

“Fuck- I-I’m..hngh..Peter don’t stop-!” You seize as you cum., giving his hair a final pull as he moans into you. He tongues your hole cleaning you out before he pulls away, his face messy pussy juice smeared all over his hands and mouth, makes you horny all over again.

“Did I do good?” Peter’s puppy dog eyes flashed you, you grinned. “You did more than good, c’mere.” You sit up as you pull him into a kiss.

“I-..uhm can we do this again sometime?”

“Oh? Do you really think this was a one-time thing? After that pussy eating you’re never getting away from me”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

—

No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. 

—

Marvel taglist: @xenasolos @chrizzierbsstuff @ayamenimthiriel @alina02 @turtleshavesoulmates @staygoldsquatchling02 @daemonslittlebitch  @wetwilliam02 @haileyismoo @manofworm @rhydianissuperior @supersanelyromantic @nicangel13 @mxxny-lupin  @sweeterheartxamerica @viridwityy @izzy-laufeyson @kenzi-woycehoski @arunaposeidondottie @liidiaaag @katsukis1wife  @amithesimpoffandoms  @acornacreacure @chaotic-fangirl-blog  @hawkegfs @mommyruuetrue @youdontneedtoknowthisinformation  @aabananaa @starrrslove  @angeliod @nmedina8611 @1stevelacyfan  @yourfavdummy @laylasbunbunny

All and more taglist: @spiokybirdstarfish @kenqki @liidiaaag @hawkegfs  @gillybear17  @areaderinlove @acornacreacure @black-rose-29 @fudge13 @cece05 @rosie-cameron @Caxddce @laylasbunbunny 

[bugboysgf]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: You like Peter, Peter likes Liz but you can't shake the feeling that you and Peter might have something.

AN:i never really write angst because i hate it but i couldnt get this idea out of my head. Also this is my first post of this year so enjoy. I take requests btw :)

“God she's so perfect.” Peter said. Mj looks up from her book and you stop chewing your food to see what peter was talking about.

“Who is?” Mj asked, Peter didn't answer, you look at Peter to see him in awe. Then you look to see where his eyes were. He looked at Liz putting up the homecoming poster.

“Liz” you said coldly to Mj. Mj didn't say anything and just gave you a look.

“So… you asking her to Homecoming ?” Mj asked Peter.

“What? No I could never.”

“And why is that?” Ned asked Peter.

‘Because she would say no.”

“Just go with somebody that likes you. Y/n?” Mj said. “Yea?”

“Should Peter go with somebody that likes him?” you just looked and nodded your head at the question trying to see where she was going with this. “Got any people in mind.”

“No,” you said quickly.

“But-” the bell rang, cutting Mj off.

—-

“I mean you dont think she would go with me. Right?” Peter asked as you guys walked back to his apartment.

“I don't know” you didn't want to say too much. Besides you like Peter and you wanted him to see that but you were too scared to make a move.

“Did you see her in that skirt today? She looks amazing. and-”

You cut peters talking out by thinking of something else. you could stand the way he talked about liz, everything made you jealous, Liz had the looks, the money and the boy that you wanted crushing on her. You barely knew her and you wanted to be her so bad. You watch Peter crush on girls throughout the years and never been able to say anything because you didn't want to ruin the friendship.

“Peter?”

“Yea?” Peter stops talking and looks at you.

“Why do you like Liz so much?” you just had to know what made him like her so much and why he would always talk about her.

“Um i don't know, i have two crushes but i know one of them doesn't like me back so i have to resort to liz.” “Two crushes? Who the other.” “Umm…” he looked at you nervously. “You don't know her.”

“Oh? Is she really pretty?” you asked

“ pretty is an understatement.”

Now you're really jealous.

—-

“I can't do this anymore.” “Do what?” Mj asked.

“The thing with Peter is that I can't do anything. I like him too much. I think about him all the time and he doesn't even give me the time of day. Yesterday when we were walking he told me he had a crush on somebody else.”

“Did you ask who?”

“Yes and he got nervous and said that i don't know her.” Mj looks at you with a be for real face. “What Mj?” “It's you” she said like it was obvious.

“Huh”

“The other crush is you.” “I'm already delusional and you're making it worse.”

“Delusional about what?” Ned asked, sitting down next to Mj. Then Peter sat down next to you.

“Nothing.”

“Did you guys hear about Liz's party? She just invited me and said to bring my friends too.”

“You talked to liz.” I asked him.

“Yea she told me she would love it if i made it.”

“Of course she did,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What is it hard to believe she might like me?” Peter said, clearly offended.

“Well just like how you said it's hard to believe that Flash liked me.” Peter looked at you shocked.

“That's not what I meant, I just dont think he's good for you.” he tried to explain.

“Yea whatever peter”

—

“This is where she lives, she has to be rich.” you said to Mj you guys looked at Liz's big house it was like a mansion. Outside you saw people you've never seen with drinks in their hands.

Mj looked at her phone then looked at you “peters said he's inside.”

“Why would I care?” you rolled your eyes.

“Because you like him.”

“Well he doesn't like me back.” you grabbed Mj’s hand, you led her into Liz's house, when you walked inside you saw a bunch of kids from your school in there. You started looking around and spotted Peter. He was with Liz, he was making her laugh.

“y/n-” Mj said, giving you an i'm sorry look.

“No, it's okay, let's get drinks.” you guys walked over to the drink table, you went straight for the vodka, you grabbed a cup and filled it half way.

You gulped down the first one then poured another, drank that one then went for a third but Mj stopped you.

“ We just got here, that's too much slow down.” you put the bottle down. You were a lightweight you knew you couldn't have too much.

“Hey everyone we are playing truth or dare in the basement if you want to play.” flash yelled. You watched a couple of people go down there but not too many, you were about to not go then you saw Peter head down there with Liz. There's no way you're not going now.

“Come on” you grabbed mj’s hand again. When you got down to the basement everybody was sitting in a circle. You decided to sit next to Flash and Mj sat next to Ned.

You watched a Flash spin the bottle and it landed on this random kid. For the next 20 minutes you watched people do dares but you didn't get chosen yet or Peter. Flash spins the bottle again and it lands on peter.

“Truth or dare.” Flash asked Peter.

“Um dare.” Peter looks nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” you look up from your lap, he just used the perks of being a wallflower quote. You could help but think about how it ended. Peter looks at everybody, his eyes pass Liz and go to yours, he looks at you for a second you think you might be the one that gets chosen but he stops looking at you and his eyes go to Liz's again, he looks at her. Your heart drops, you have to get out of here before anybody sees you crying.

Peter knows he can't choose you, he knows if he does it's going to mess things up he doesn't want you to think that he's weird. He goes in to give Liz a kiss and when he opens his eyes, he looks at you to see your reactions but he notices that you're gone, then he looks at Mj. She gives him a disappointed look. Then he gets up and leaves. To look for you.

When he finds you, you're in a guest room by yourself crying.

“y/n.” Peter sits on the bed next to you.

“Why are you here peter?” you ask him. “ Go enjoy your time with Liz.” you were half drunk and half sober. You knew that this wasn't going to end well.

“You're crying, that's why I'm here , you left the room.”

“Why did you look at me peter.”

“What”

“Before you kissed Liz you looked at me for a second. Why?” you explain to him.

“ i- i don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Peter, you looked at me like you knew it was going to hurt me, like you knew that you were making a mistake.”

“I didn't, it was just a look, that's it, i looked at everyone.” he explained, he was acting stupid and he knew it.

“Peter but you looked at me the longest, and I want to know why. I'm so tired of this peter.”

“Tired of what.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you snapped “ you- you keep hurting me, everything is always about liz. Liz this. Liz that. I don't care about Liz ,Peter. I just want you to look at me like you look at liz. You might call me crazy but I know something is there between us. Because you wouldn't have looked at me like that before you kissed her. I can't shake this feeling Peter, and I know you feel it too but it's like you think it's wrong to like me or something.” the tears were flowing down your face and you couldn't control it. The silence was too loud Peter couldn't even look at you. You waited for a response and you didn't get one.

In that movement everything was clear to you.