#whb angles

[sparkbeast20]

Theories for WHB

These are purely speculative and base on what we got from the official site, character sheets, etc.

Lucifer and "Some of the devils from Paradise Lost" are Fallen angels

Bathin and Buer despite being or former of Paradise Lost are not Fallen angels.

Morax and Marbas both lose an eye, which judging from we saw from the angels. They all have one eye different or hidden, because that eye is a sign that they are affiliated to Heaven, best example is Michael's eye.

The only that holds theory back is that Marbas has his missing eye on his left, not right.

Also... That means that Lucifer's design might have him with an eyepatch or his bangs is covering it.

Belphegor's Strain/Distant Relationship with the other kings

This is purely speculative because of his placement in the Gacha screen.

Like I and many others assume the dummy at the back is Lucifer, but with closer look, Lucifer's sigil is on the dummy next to Satan and Leviathan.

This is gut feeling and with the knowledge that Belphegor rebel against heaven he didn't want to work. That Maybe they use that part of his lore but with the kings. Like he did something that made the other kings distrust him in the past.

The connect of Solomon "Death/Disappearance" to Beelzebub's leaving Avisos/Abyssos.

The only thing that hold this theory together is the date/year it all happened. B.C. 931

The Possible of Andrealphus' family and friends isn't really dead

Thanks to @d34dlysinner for bringing to my attention.

So in the missing Solomon teaser, the devil crossed out might be Andrealphus' friends and family.

And with knowing that Raphael is the angel in this post, it make sense!

But what I'm thinking is that... Raphael might not killed them, and Andrealphus assume that they might be dead, but what if they were turned into angels.

This would be more painful for Andrealphus if he's being killing angels and he might've killed his own friends and family.

The Final Temptation is the reason the other three will reveal themselves to MC

So, from what we've seen, the main goal of "Season 1" is breaking the contact with the 72 nobles/devils. But what I was wondering is that they never once mention about the Final temptation concept in any of the vids about the story and game play/system.

And this made me think... what if the Final Temptation mention in the app stores version was a hint of plot of a future story in the game.

And I'll even go out and say that this might be their way to introduce the other three sins/kings.

Like, I was curious is to why the other kings haven't been revealed yet when we see some of their nobles.

Then I had a thought, maybe they didn't want to get involve with MC just yet, but as soon as the idea of the Final Temptation was mention they thought that maybe its time to meet MC.

So here's how I think it'll go.

MC finish all 72 devils contracts and even it pains the kings and nobles, MC has to go back to the human.

But even with their power is fully unlocked, it's still not enough to win or end the war.

So some of them tried to look for a different way to end the war and that's how they stumble upon the Final temptation. Or one of the other kings (Lucifer, Asmodeus or Belphegor) brought this to the other four kings.

And there we have a plot for Season 2 :D

The breaking of the contract required both party (MC and said Nobles) feel mutual or has strong feelings

Now, this is just me and my thoughts on this moment with Zagan.

Here's a thing, I have no problem with Sitri calling us as Solomon, because he at least knows that we are our own person.

While with Zagan... He compare us with Solomon.

Now, here's my theory with this... What if when MC and Zagan try to break his contract is because Zagan doesn't have real feels or doesn't see MC as someone to respect.

So when he and MC tried to figure out what's the reasoning, they get to know each other better and there, Zagan is MC as their own person.

Thus, when they tried it again and this time it works.

This also give a reason why MC can't just go around and breaking the contracts, it gives the other nobles a chance to develop and make the story interesting.

So far, this is all my theories for now, and there are some I missed because I forgot about it or I missed it completely.

You guys can share your thoughts on these :D

[honeybyte]

beelzebub -- gluttony

[jessamine-rose]

So I finally found the time to read Chapter 5 + the Hades event of What in Hell is Bad? and AAHHH LEVIATHAN?!! God, his character is so interesting and I can’t wait to see more of him.

Idk I just find his personality and cold attitude towards MC quite refreshing. Not to mention that he has such a lovely voice and beautiful appearance…….aaahhh he’s so intriguing <3

AND LEVIATHAN’S H SCENE?? Let’s just say that my inner sadist was very happy with how it turned out. Honestly, we need more characters who are masochist + power bottom ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[sweeteaacakes]

*insert here all the curses and hymns because they just read the kings attacker prolouge.*

*they were gushing all over how soft Beel was being, proceeded to open Leviathan's door later and got FILLED* 😦😦😦

[from-leviathans-coffin]

So, uh, what's up with those back folds above his ass? Because I have some concerns.

[doin-smth]

✨ Rating WHB character's favourite foods based on if l would eat them and on how much they would be filling ✨

Satan

- wine with a poison from a poisonous snake

my ass would drink this with no questions , the only thing you need to tell me is that there's alcohol in it and am drinking it

It's probably not very fulfilling so...

2/10

Mammon

- first bite of everyone else's food

ngl, l'am the asshole who will ask for some of your food even tho l ordered more

Going off the assumption that we are only eating the first bite it's not very filling

The amount of food also depends on the amount of people that we are eating with, so....

4/10

Leviathan

- fish steaks that smell like the sea

l love fish

no complaints

10/10

Beelzebub

- his crush's armpit sweat

...

I'd rather make out with the local crackhead then eat someone's armpit sweat

0/10

Sitri

- black tea

Love tea

Not very filling tho

2/10

Paimon

- bubblegum

Not very filling but you could just stuff your face with them and eventually you will get full

5/10

Leraye

- burnt beef

Looks delicious

Eating with no questions and is filling

Tho beef is not my fav

9/10

Belial

- animal shaped jelly

stuffing my face with them and hoping l don't vomit from over eating

8/10

Bimet

- chocolate gold coins

I always hated these chocolate coins

Hopefully the ones that Bimet loves some high quality chocolate coins

I will also stuff my face with them to not starve

5/10

Orias

- angle soul

Yeah, no

0/10

Foras

- wet rice paper

l would say this would fill you up, but it's just wet rice paper

Poor Foras

6/10

Tumblr only allows 10 pics so amma continue this in the next post

[atticsandwichclub]

WHB Paimon

PB isn't that descriptive with H scenes so i wrote this :) plus Paimon's h scene is my favorite

mdni

reader is fem

1740 words

Paimon covered your eyes and clicked his fingers. 

“Right, open your eyes noww” 

“Where?”

You and Paimon were standing alone in a “room of mirrors” where not only the walls but even the ceiling was covered in big and small mirrors. Mirrors reflected one another, and your reflection filled the entire room. Maybe because it wasn’t a space that Satan made, but you were not naked this time.

“Awww, your surpised face looks so cute toooo”, Paimon smiled, as he raised your chin up while he stood behind you. You could see Paimon’s pretty face from various angles thanks to the numerous mirrors. 

“I prepared this space so I can call friends I like one day and play with themmm. And I’m so happy that I can finally invite youuu”

Paimon slid his hand down from your chin then continued down slipping his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breast. His breath tickled your skin as he kissed and sucked your neck. Both of his arms went to wrap around your waist as he pressed his hardened dick that was straining against his cute frilly shorts, onto your ass. As you looked up into the ceiling to floor mirror in front of you two, you saw Paimon with his flushed face watching you as he began rocking into you. While he still had you in his arms, you couldn’t help but notice how hard his arms actually are. His arms with sleeves on looked skinny but as he’s hugging you from behind like this, he was definitely muscular under that shirt. You let out a soft moan as he tightened his grip on your waist and rolled his hips harder into you. Paimon, who was looking into your eyes through the mirror, whispered in your ear and said, 

“Now that I have you in front of a mirror like this, you really look like a dollll”.

Paimon removed his arms from around your waist to lift your shirt up and over your chest, so you lifted your arms so he could take the shirt off of you. He then took his own shirt off and like you imagined, he is indeed well built. 

“Do you want to play dress up? It’s my favoritee”. 

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Your heart started racing in anticipation as you thought about what Paimon was about to do to you in this strange room full of mirrors. 

“Looks like you’re the one who should take these off fiiirsstt”, Paimon giggled and placed his hand on the buckle of your pants. 

He glued himself behind you and moved as though he was taking off his own pants. There was a click, and the buckle came undone. You stepped out of your pants and Paimon threw them somewhere across the room.

“What luck, I got my nails done. Mc, tell me what it’s likeee”. 

As Paimon began breathing more roughly behind your neck, he took his hand in front of you and placed it between your legs. Now that you were left in only your panties, you could feel his hardened dick pressing into you better than before. You were so wet that your panties were damp. The numerous mirrors in the room captured Paimon’s pretty and long fingers rubbing your clothed pussy. He moved his other hand to hold you by the chin so you couldn’t look away from the mirror. 

“I always thought that I wanted to be reflected in this mirror with a pretty girl like youuu. I can see that cute face you’re making everywhere I loook”. 

Paimon’s pretty voice tickled your ears as he said words that made your face heat up in embarrassment. Each time your eyes looked in one of the mirrors in the room, his eyes followed. 

“I like pretty thiinggss. I love seeing something pretty make pretty sounds with a pretty faceee” 

“And appreciating that from multiple angles at onceee…! Is the bessstt!” 

Excited, Paimon whipped your soaked panties down. His long, pretty fingers rubbed and slipped through your soaked folds and clit. After listening to your soft whimpering and squelching from below, he pulled his hand away with your pussy leaving strings of wetness on his fingers. In the mirror in front of you, you watched him pull his hand to his face and stick his pink tongue out to clean his fingers of your essence. He didn’t once break eye contact with you as he did so either. 

Paimon’s hands went to pull his shorts and garter belt down. In a mirror across the room, you could see his full length as he slipped its head between your thighs. Then, Paimon rubbed himself back and forth between your wet folds while holding your waist with one arm. His other hand went back to holding your chin in place to make you watch you two’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You could hear his quiet moaning in your ear as he coated his dick in your slick. Each time you couldn’t hide how aroused you looked, Paimon’s firm thighs squirmed. 

“MC, you’re so pretttyy. Your eyes are glued to the mirror even though you look embarrassed if anyone saw yoouu”.

Even if Paimon’s hold on your chin wasn’t forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror, you still wouldn’t look away. Having sex in front of a huge mirror like this was so lewd. It was a fantasy of yours from the porn you’d watch. 

“Hm, I did feel that you were quite different from the other humans in the human world. But to think that you were such a devilish humannn”. 

Paimon sped up his pace and rocked into you more fervently, making the squelching sounds from below even louder than before. The contrast between how feminine and beautiful Paimon looked, and the deep growling in your ear was exciting you. 

“Place your hands on the walll”, he ordered you in a sweet tone. 

You placed your hands on the wall and slightly arched your ass out for him. 

“Aah”, he hummed delightedly, seeing you being obedient to him. His gentle actions and words had the power to make others do as he said without protest. Paimon leaned in to kiss your neck, as though praising you, then gently pushed himself into you. He moved his hands up to unhook your bra so he could grip the bare skin of your breast. 

“Loook. You’ll become even prettier. You areee”, Paimon smiled as he rolled his hips into you. He made sure to dig himself deep into you, so you could feel every inch of his dick inside of you, stretching you out. 

 One of his hands stayed on your breast and the other traveled below to rub your clit, making you clench around him. 

“Ha…ha…ha”, he panted. The feeling of your tight, sopping wet pussy sucking him in made him roll his eyes back in bliss. Watching him in the mirror, getting drunk on your pussy like that made you clench around him again. Paimon was so aroused that the tips of his horns began to leak and wet the cute stickers he decorated his horns with.

His half lidded eyes focused back onto yours. While you stared deeply into his eyes you took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Paimon was, even while he’s stroking himself deep into you. His pink eyeshadow and long lashes, his colorful gem-like eyes, glossy lips, and rosy cheeks…You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The same went for Paimon as well. It excited him to no end to watch himself fuck you against this mirror while you couldn’t do anything but make those adorable little sounds and faces. 

Just then, Paimon took a mirror from the wall and dropped it on the ground. 

“Pai..mon…The mirror”, your shaky voice managed to get out, worried that he accidentally dropped the mirror on the floor. 

“Look doowwnn”. You did as he said and looked down at the mirror he dropped underneath you two. There was a completely different view. 

You could clearly see Paimon’s dick slipping in and out of your pussy, with his hands rubbing your clit. Your legs were trembling with each thrust into you.

 He moved the hand that was rubbing your clit to grip your waist with both of his hands. He was fucking into you more aggressively, making your ass bounce against his hips. Soft plopping sounds came between you two. You were still looking down into the mirror on the floor, watching where all the squelching and sloshing noises came from. You watched as his balls tapped your clit with each thrust with strings of your pussy’s juices connecting to them. Your pussy’s wetness was leaking down your thighs and spreading to his firm, toned thighs. You started to see a layer of thin opaque cream on his base and length as he dragged his dick through your glossy pussy lips. You glanced up to see your breasts were steady bouncing back and forth. This view was so hot and erotic. It reminded you of a close up scene from one of your favorite porn videos. Paimon angled himself in a way that tapped your g spot and soon enough, you were again clenching your walls around him. It was such an intense feeling that you slammed your eyes shut and froze with your voice caught in your throat and your legs began shaking. Paimon let out an almost pornographic moan, feeling you tighten and cream his dick like this. A few more thrusts into your creamy, wet walls is all it took for him to squirt his cum into you. You looked down once more and saw his and your liquids mixing together, dripping down his and your thighs and some even splashing onto the mirror. He pulled out of you with his dick making a “pop” sound. More of his cum leaked out of you and onto the mirror underneath you two. 

“Ha…ha…ha…”, you pant, from exhaustion and from climaxing so intensely. Paimon hugged you from behind and straightened you up. You could see in the mirror that you were both glistening with sweat. Paimon raised your hand and kissed the top of your hand and arm. 

“I want to play some moreee, but it’s going to be hard rightt?”, Paimon giggled, watching your body relax in his arms as your eyes felt heavier. 

“Come find me whenever you want to playyy. We’ll have more fun than today”

You finally nodded off and fell asleep in his arms.

[spicymc]

Let's talk about whb Satan's horns. In a previous post, I mentioned I feel like he can move them of his own will.

Why do I think this? Boi howdy, let's get into it:

Case file 1: the WHB wiki reference

So I did crop it, so the post isn't that much longer.

Now that that is out of the way, this is a front facing image sourced from the WHB wiki. You can kind of see that the horns have a curve to them once they leave his poofy hair. HOWEVER, they end nearly a whole head length taller than his head.

Case file 2: When we broke Solomon's contract

His horns are down!!! Here, he is like a cat looking to be pet. We can see the tips of his horns in this image! (😍🫣)

I feel really he is showing an emotion here. Sure, it is something that he wants to happen (the contract breaking), but it is still something that he can not control. He is at our will, granted the MC wants to help, and I am here for that. The horns down like this just scream passive to be.

Sure, there could be the argument that they wanted his horns in the image, so he looks more like a demon, and it's for the artistic flair. Okay, but there are other images that have very cropped horns as well from him.

Enter:...

Case 3: poor Sitri

Here, we get just the base of his horns in the image, and it's still a great image (only the bottom is cropped off from the original image, similar to all others in this post)

The angle is still much higher than the second image too.

Case 4: ...because...oh my

Another show of his emotions.

Here, his full attention is on the MC, and as such, his horns are at full attention as well *ahem*

So here are my points and arguments for the headcanon that WHB Satan can infact move the angle of his horns~

***notice*** I have only cropped the images. The images are not mine, in any sense of the word, and are from What in "Hell" is Bad.

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞warning: nsfw content (18+). + Gender Neutral!sub!reader + Dom!WHB!Characters + shoes humping + selfie/pictures taken + mirror sex (?) + blowjob at the end + short imagine + errors

a/n: god... why is it so bad 😭,, i couldn't think properly 😭🙏

"Hurry up...! I wanna cum...!" You moan as you are hugging his leg as you move your hips backward and forward. Your lust eyes are foucsing on him as he held his phone, trying to take a perfect angle. Your bottom is throbbing while you are humping his shoe.

His shirt is opened, revealing his naked chest. His other hand is rubbing your head while his other hand held his phone with a camera app open. In front of both of you is a full rectangular mirror, you looked like a mess, blushed cheeks and your panties are soaking wet. You're not wearing anything besides a string tongs panties.

"Patient pet, we need a perfect angle." His soft sultry voice as he gently rubs your head as you gave in his touch. You're desperate for his touch. Of course, you heard about the phenomenon competition. He is already looked, "fucked up". He is covered in your lipstick marks, hickies and love bites, but he commends you to submit as he couldn't put it in yet. He wants you to hump his shoes as he wants you to look like a bitch in heat.

The way you move your hips forward and backwards and looking desperate like a bitch in heat, makes him want to ruin you, badly. Not yet... unless he had a good angle of you, humping his shoe.

His cell phone camera let out a flash as he press the button to take a picture.

"Not yet, darling... one more." He petted your head like a dog.

"C-can't... want you... so bad..." you let out a soft moan as you hug his leg tightly. You look at him with those puppy eyes. "T-touch me... please..."

You felt your panties is already wet. Your thighs is probably covered from your wetness. His eyes is glued to your reflection. God, you look so submit to him... he wants to ruin you, so badly...

You look absolutely perfect in front of the mirror. He could feel a bulge rising from his pants. His belt and button is lose, but he kept his pants on. His shoes is probably wet from you.

"One more... I promise..." he huffs. "...you're being a good pet..."

You wonder how long will be takes a mirror selfie... you are huffing like a good play toy. He looks handsome... and pretty. Your eyes is glued to him as you wraps your arms around him tightly as you continue to pressure yourself on his shoes.

"Ah... ngh... Wa... Ah..." the sound of your moan as you continue to pressure your bottom on his shoes.

He lifts his hand away from your head as he unzip his flyers as he takes out his cock in front of you. His eyes turns to look at you while he still had his phone on his other hand.

"Suck..." he command, hearing his sultry voice. His cheeks is red as he looks at you with daze.

Maybe... this is a good angle to take a mirror selfie of you sucking his cock like a good pet that you are.

Satan (WHB), Mammon (WHB), Beelzebub (WHB), Leviathan (WHB), Lucifer (WHB), Gamingin (WHB), Amon (WHB), Paimon (WHB), Foras (WHB), Ronove (WHB), Zagan (WHB), Astaroth (WHB), Bael (WHB), Marbas (WHB), Morax (WHB), any of your favorite characters your favorite 🫶!!

[sparkbeast20]

The Angels of the Game

[beelsfav]

Saw you reblogged a post about Mammon with a t dick 👀 👀 👀 Would it be ok to request a trans masc Mammon x reader? No worries if not :)

(P.S. As little as there is, I’m enjoying all of your content so far, keep up the great work!!)

mdni. 660 words. (whb) transmasc! mammon/afab! reader.

inspired by this post. thank you anon (:

You know Mammon gets off on towering above you; you'd have to be stupid to not realize it.

He thinks he's subtle when he fuels his ego.

A hand on the back of your neck like a leash also doubles as a sign that his thumb and middle finger could very easily touch, the stereotypical act of placing something out of reach even when you're on your tip toes just to exemplify his position as one of the tallest nobles in hell, bending down when talking to you because "sound just travels oh-so terribly up here,"— it's endless and he's very obvious with his signs.

You think your favorite is when he'd pull you into his lap and kiss along your neck. He'd keep a firm grip on your hips and occasionally slip around to squeeze your ass while grinding you down on the corded muscles of his thigh.

It's difficult to tell when in the process he slips off your shirt because he's so adamant about keeping your attention on the pleasure alone. Whatever else you were wearing follows soon after when he's able to feel the heat of your sex through his pants.

Mammon teases you when it comes to undressing himself. He lays you down and is slow to shuck down his leggings, the several-inch-long glory revealing itself with a flush from where your knee drove into it with your previous grinding.

He's only half-hard when you lean back and angle your hips up, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him close because there's a telltale ache slowly building where you need him most.

There's a stupid, cocky smirk on his lips when he lets you tug him in. It's like he can't stop himself from taking himself in hand just to swipe his tip across your slit before pulling away and spreading your wetness across his shaft.

He doesn't keep you waiting long. You have to roll your hips and tighten your legs have on him so he finally understood just how impatient you were becoming.

Mammon lets out a stuttering sigh as he slips himself in, one hand holding his dick while the other wraps around the fat of your thigh, laying your leg against the swell of your thigh. His fingers squeeze the further he slides himself in, a few clenches on your end give you a view of watching his usual put-together expression crumple and twitch.

The sensitivity gets to him. A jerk of his hips gets the rest of his cock shoved into your sex, gasps forcefully taken from both of your lungs at just how much he stuffs you full.

It's not the first time you've fucked, and it certainly won't be the last, but it feels like it.

The stretch is unbearable in a way that feels like you'll never be able to recover. The feelings only worsened when he presses your leg between your chests with a lean forward, the other hiking further up his back while your knee digs uncomfortably into your shoulder.

He's slow to pull out, like he's trying to savor a sensation he's felt dozens times before. His mouth presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck whenever he pushes back in, eventually quickening his pace so he can hear the rhythmic claps of his thighs against your ass.

Mammon's groaning words of praise the longer he thrusts, cutting himself off when his hips started jerking instead.

Slipping a hand between your bodies, large fingers finding on your clit, pressing heavily before eventually picking up a furious pace. Your body tries to convulse under him, shuddering and whimpering with his combined thrusts and circling of clit, but the weight of his body keeps you trapped against the mattress.

Mammon comes not long after you do, sucking hickeys along your jaw and neck while the phantom feeling of his load squirting itself inside your cunt.

[hell-drabbles]

Since you like long haired men, what do you think of William from Love Unholyc? Who knows, you /might/ get into that game too. 🪽

Fun fact: whenever I play dating games, the first person I usually go for are butler/servant-like characters, cause that's the closest thing I can get to sub. The whole "I will follow your every order" always got to me loooong before I figured out I was a dom.

So you can imagine how annoyed and ticked off I get that when the narrative is angling at the "Oh but isn't it spicy to be the servant for your butler?" It's a reoccurring pattern. I'm not here for the switching of roles, I'm here for being charge. Just not my yum. There's so little content for people like me.

Anyways, I'm still going through the story, my attention span is just horrible to wrangle. Another thing is that I'm not all onboard that it's in the same universe as WHB. I've never been a big fan of two MC player insert characters existing in the same universe for some reason? I really can't articulate why I don't like that, so don't mind me just headcanoning these two series as separate.

[magical-regical]

Yo I haven't touched WHB since the halloween Minhyeok incident (I still haven't emotionally recovered from how expensive he was) and I decided to check back and I see there are new angles. So lads, lasses, and lassos, I introduce you to:

Satoru Gojo

And,

N from Pokémon without the hat

(there are like two more but their designs are pretty standard for this game so I don't rly have thoughts on them I just thought these two looked funny also why is a fallen angel still an angel while Lucifer is not)

[2af-afterdark]

Recently, I stumbled across a post that said Angels were jealous of humans for their ability to create. And when I looked it up, some sources even say that the Archangel Michael would give up his place to be one. I just think it would be interesting to come across an angle obsessed with humans instead of God

In once sense, it would be very interesting. An angel that vacilates between love and jealousy for humanity and would reject God's love to be one. Or, maybe they would rather be a human because God love humanity more than angels? Like, one that isn't just jealous of humanity's creativity, but also their freedom and infinite possibilities that leads God to adore them so much. After all, angels are simply holy machines rather than being truly alive.

But, uhh, in the case of the whb angels, I doubt that is the case. They are all delusional to the point of it being unclear if they love God or if they love themselves and want to "possess" God (since they were made to love him). They use God to justify their existence and actions (anything is fine as long as it is for God). They don't seem to want freedom so much as they seem to want to do whatever they desire. God is just the excuse. It is possible they genuinely love God and they simply can't show it except with extreme reactions, but... yeah. Whb angels are a whole mess of figuring out how much over their behavior is twisted love and how much is self-interest disguised as love.

[mcx7demonbros]

I just realize something. Okay in WHB horns are sensitive (Just look at the "Adore" game play) but like some of the demons only have one horn, not like Beelzebub who is meant to have one horn.

either its a design choice (Is may do to only seeing some of the ars goetia demons in a certain angle) and they are meant with one horn on the side and not in their forehead.

Because only Mammon losing one horn. If so that would mean it was painful when he lose his.

Yeah, I’m wondering the same, along with the story behind the loss of one horn of Mammon.

Bimet: He [Mammon] let you play with his horn?

WHB!MC: Yes

Bimet: He must trust you a lot. *smiles*

[petertingle-yipyip]

Where Happiness Begins - Peter Parker

Chapter Two : Trust

//WHB Masterlist//

// Series Tags: @writingsbychlo @mc225g @peterparker-glee-other @olliekookie @fandom-princess-forevermore @rosegoldhome // Series Inspo: @stuckonspidey @cxptain-capsicle //

Word Count: 3,730

Pairing: Peter x Stark!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter get a little bit of time together before the fight. Even though Tony sees something, neither can understand what’s happening between them. Even though they’re strangers, they both realize just how easy it is to trust one another.

The next day, your dad sent Happy to pick up Peter. You had offered to go with Happy, but your dad insisted that you stay and use that time to ensure that your own suit was ready for the fight. Admittedly, you didn’t give your suit much of a thought since you began reworking Peter’s the night before. You used that night to work on some adjustments to make to the filters in his lenses, and you added some programs that Tony wanted to limit his usage of the suit for the time being. You weren’t the biggest fan of the Baby Monitor protocol or the Training Wheels protocol – especially considering the same protocols were on your suit at one point - but at the end of the day Peter’s suit was ultimately Stark tech. And Tony was in charge.

You carried Peter’s nearly finished suit in a large silver case, allowing it to integrate its own AI to it’s network. Granted, Peter’s AI was a hidden asset but you had already begun downloading her before your dad said not to. Your own suit was in part in your bracelet, an unfinished version of your dad’s nanotech. Most of it waited on the jet.

Peter and Happy were already seated in the jet when you got inside with your dad. Happy was seated as far away from Peter as he possibly could be, hoping to ignore the teenager. Your dad say across from Happy, talking about things you didn’t care about. You wandered down to aisle to sit opposite of Peter. His eyes were down, head bobbing to music that played in his headphones. A soft smile graced your lips. Seeing Peter so domestic, so relaxed, it made you happy.

Without saying a word, Peter’s head snapped up and once his eyes met yours, a huge grin split his lips. Your smile widened a bit as you sat down. You placed the case at your feet and leaned your head back with a tired sigh.

“Y/N, hey.” He sighed through his smile.

“You expecting someone else?” You teased, your eyes feeling heavy.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.” You shrugged. “I didn’t sleep much last night. I had to finish some things on this-“ You tapped the case with your toe. “-and I had to repair some stuff on my own suit. So it was a busy night.”

“Oh..” He trailed off. “Can I- Can I see the new suit?” He asked softly after a few moments of silence.

“Not yet.” You said in a tired voice, leaning your seat back to stretch out. “There will be time when we get to the hotel. It’s a long flight, Peter, so I’d get comfortable if I were you.”

Peter watched with intent eyes. You weren’t doing anything spectacular, but still, he was mesmerized. Your face seemed softer when your eyes were shut, as if you were carefree and young. As if this was the way you were meant to be. You had your ankles crossed and your knees tucked to your chest even though your footrest was extended. Your hands were clasped under your head and your hair fell in wild waves on your headrest. Peter felt a tightness in his chest as he looked at you. It felt like he was truly seeing you this time. You weren’t Y/N Stark in that moment. You weren’t Tony Stark’s daughter, an Avenger, a teenage genius who helps run Stark Industries. You were just Y/N, the most breathtaking girl he had ever seen in person.

“Hey, Kid.” Tony said suddenly, a few rows behind Peter.

Peter jumped slightly, not realizing he had been staring at you. It seemed like everything else had melted away in those few moments and you two were the only ones around. Tony’s voice snapped him back and he turned around, kneeling on his seat to see over his headrest.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” He said quickly, a heat rising up his neck.

“Quit staring at my daughter, alright?” Tony said, pointing an accusing finger at the teenage hero. “I didn’t bring you both along to fall in love with each other.”

“I- I wasn’t- Mr. Stark I- I wasn’t staring.” Peter rambled. “I was just- I- I’ll just turn around now.” He said in defeat, dropping into his own seat and sinking as low as he possibly could.

Tony chuckled slightly and shook his head.

You slept through most of the flight, adding a good amount of rest to your previous hour from the night before. When you woke up, Tony and Happy were in their own conversation. Neither of them paid attention to your shifting and stretching. Peter was sleeping, his jacket was pulled up to cover most of his face and his ears. Only his nose and eyes poked out. His hood was drawn, as if he was trying to not be seen. He was curled up, seat reclined slightly. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually comfortable being so condensed.

“Hey.” Your dad said, adding a whistle to get your attention. Your head snapped up with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah?” You replied.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting to get off this godforsaken jet.” You said honestly.

“No, you’re staring at the kid.” He shook his head. “I told you-“

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved your head, standing to stretch your legs and your back. “You said ‘don’t get too attached to this kid because there’s no guarantees we’re gonna keep him around. And definitely don’t fall in love with him because you’re too young to even know what that means.’ I remember.” You nodded, using your best impersonation of your dad.

Your dad shook his head with a smile, realizing that you were more like him than he cared to admit. You sent a wide smile his way, knowing you were being just sarcastic enough to be funny and not annoy him. Happy, however, was not as amused.

“You are just like him.” He said with a sigh.

“I would hope so.” You laughed.

Your attention turned back to Peter. You leaned over to shake his shoulder gently but he shot up before you could touch him. Your eyes went wide as you jumped back and he sat upright in his seat.

“We’re about to get off.” You laughed and grabbed the silver case before following your dad off the jet. You could hear Peter saying something to Happy as they trailed behind but you didn’t care to listen.

The car ride to the hotel was quiet. Happy drove and Tony sat in the back with Peter. Your dad sent you to the front seat, saying he needed to talk to Peter about some things. You figured he just didn’t want you two to get too close. However, that didn’t stop Peter from admiring your side profile. He noted the angle of your jaw and the curve of your nose. He noted how your eyebrow would arch when something caught your eye out the window, but only the left. He noticed the small silver hoop earrings you wore and how often your eyes would focus on something different. Peter mumbled responses to what Tony was saying, but if anyone asked him to repeat what he was told, he couldn’t do it.

“Reservations for Stark.” Your dad told the man at the counter when you all walked in. “Should be two suites.”

“Yes, sir.” The clerk nodded. “One under Tony Stark and the second under Y/N Stark, both two room suites. Is that correct?”

“Hmm.” Your dad said, turning to give you a look. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Alright, if I could just have Ms. Stark sign this paper I can give her the keys. Mr. Stark, if you could sign this one.” The clerk passed two papers over. “I’ll be right back with those keys.”

“Want to tell me why you have your own suite instead of Happy?” Your dad asked as he signed the paper.

“I figured the adults in one room and the kids in another.” You said honestly. “Why?”

“You know why.”

You signed your paper and faced Tony. “Dad, I put myself on the reservation because I didn’t finish Peter’s suit. I need him to be there so he can tell me if the filters in his mask are going to help. I figured it’d be easier than going into the other room and having Happy yell at me for not being in the room I’m supposed to be in.”

“So you’re telling me that you called this hotel and changed the reservation just so you could finish something you told me was already done?”

“Yeah..” You said slowly with a small nod. “I know it’s not ideal but it’s the smarter thing to do.”

“Smarter?” He chuckled. “You have a thing for the kid, Y/N. Just admit it.”

“I do not!” You said quickly, probably too quick. You felt a heat creeping up your chest to your neck. “I do not have a thing for him.” You tried to recover.

“You do know I’m not blind, right?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Stop!” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “Maybe I will have to switch with Happy.”

Your dad was silent for a minute before sighing in defeat and rubbing his eyes. “Separate rooms, you understand?” He told you before turning to give Peter a stern look. “Separate.”

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, Mr. Stark.” Peter shook his head quickly with wide eyes.

“See?” You smiled and slid the paper to the returning clerk and getting your keys. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Of course I have to worry about you.” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “You’re just like me.”

“What time for tomorrow?” You asked, ignoring his comment as you picked up the silver case and threw your other bag over your shoulder.

“Be ready by noon. I’ll let you know from there.”

“Sounds good.” You nodded before gesturing for Peter to follow. “Let’s go, Parker.”

Peter followed behind you quickly, nearly tripping over the lobby’s carpet. Your suite was next door to your dad’s at the top level of the hotel. Once inside, you put the silver case on the front table and tossed your other bag onto one of the beds. Peter settled into the other room while you popped the silver case open. The case pushed the carefully folded suit forward, displaying it for all to see.

“Come here. I want to see how it fits.” You called, admiring your hard work.

“Does it have to be right now?” Peter asked nervously.

"Just put the suit on, you moron." You laughed, rolling your eyes as you pushed the case towards him.

"Y/N, this thing looks awesome!" He exclaimed as he looked at the nearly folded spandex. "And it's mine?"

"Probationary." You nodded. "But basically, yes. It's yours."

"Wow." He sighed. Carefully, he pulled the suit from the case and held it out in front of him. "It's uh- It looks a little big." He laughed nervously.

"It's fine. Trust me." You waved your hand dismissively. "Just put it on already!"

You were very excited to see Peter wear the suit you designed. You were excited to see how it fit. You were excited to see how it moved with his body.

Peter looked at you shyly, a bright red climbing up his neck to his cheeks. He held the suit nervously, glancing between you and the red and blue cloth.

"Oh. right!" You realized, eyes going wide. "Sorry, I- I didn't realize I- Right, yeah, I'll turn around."

He chuckled as your face turned pink. Your eyes dropped and you turned your back to Peter. Part of you wanted to glance over your shoulder, get a look at his seemingly toned physique. Your teenage mind couldn't stop itself from picturing what he'd look like, the definition of his muscles. Your face grew hotter by the second as you thought about it.

"So uh-" You heard Peter's voice, the only thing louder than your thoughts at the moment. "How exactly is this supposed to fit me?"

"Are you dressed?" You asked carefully.

"As much as I can be, I guess?" He responded with a chuckle. "Just help me... Please."

You turned and closed the distance between Peter. You adjusted a few things, pulling some of the extra fabric over his broad shoulders. Peter's eyes followed your nimble fingers, noting how you carefully tried to avoid touching his skin. When the suit was in the best place it could be, your fingers slid to the spider emblem on his chest which sent a shiver down his spine.

"Ready for this, Spiderman?" You smirked, holding back your giggles.

"Yeah." He breathed. Peter didn't know if he was just so excited for the new suit or if you being this close took his breath away. Either way, his skin felt like it was laced with electricity. The sensation doubled when he felt you press into the center of his chest and the suit vacuumed to fit his body.

“Perfect.” You said softly, carefully pulling your hand back.

Peter stepped around you to stare at himself in the mirror. He was in completely shock. His eyes scanned his reflection, looking at himself as if for the first time. He moved his arms, flexed his fingers and kicked his feet. His eyes found you again, now holding the mask in your hands. His eyes were bright with excitement and his mouth was hanging open with a wide grin.

You had to keep yourself from examining him the same way. This really felt like the first time seeing Peter, seeing what his figure really was beneath his t-shirts or his baggy homemade outfit. You knew there was more strength than what it seemed, but even without knowing that, Peter definitely wasn’t a scrawny kid.

“This is fantastic!” He said happily, once again pulling you back to reality. “Oh my god, and it’s so flexible.” He laughed, twisting his upper body to show off just how flexible the material was.

“I know.” You nodded with a chuckle. “Here, let’s see how this works for you. Hopefully, the filters are enough.”

“Y/N, you really didn’t have to do this.” He said gently, his excitement fading to appreciation. He slowly took the mask from your outstretched hand, careful not to touch again.

“I know.” You shrugged. “Dad said you needed a new suit, and I wanted to help... Besides, I think I added more cool stuff than Tony would’ve. Keep in mind your suit is limited. There’s a lot of features you can’t access yet.”

“What!?” He asked in shock, hands above his head that were pulling his mask on now interrupted. “Why not!?”

“Probationary, remember?” You laughed. “Once the Training Wheels are off, I’ll show you what that suit is really capable of.” You nodded once in confirmation and gestured for him to pull the mask all the way down.

He slides the mask down and you watch the eyes twitch and focus. The eyes go wide, then narrow, then go wide again. Peter’s hands slowly go up and touch the mask, turning again to look in the mirror.

“This mask is fantastic.” He let out quickly. “Holy shit.”

“Well, it’s not perfect.” You said honestly. “How’s the sensory filters?”

“Everything is so clear.” He said in awe. “How did you manage to do that?”

“I have no idea.” You shrugged. “I wasn’t really lucid when I was working on the mask so I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking it was going to be terrible. I guess F.R.I.D.A.Y. did most of the work.”

“It’s like ten times better than my other suit, jeez.” He chuckled.

“So, I don’t need to tweak anything then?” You asked, excitement lacing your voice.

“It’s perfect, Y/N. Thank you.”

“Not a problem, Spiderman.” You laughed. “Now put it away before my dad comes in and yells at us.”

“Right, yeah.” He pulled the mask off and you saw the giddiness in his smile. “This suit is just.. so awesome.”

You smiled softly before turning and headed to the main room. You dropped on the couch and scrolled through the channels to find something to watch. You and Peter spent the rest of the day doing nothing but watching TV and talking. He told you about school, his best friend Ned, his crush on Liz, decathlon and robotics and band. He told you about the types of things he saw on patrol and how he had to hide it from May.

You told him about life as a Stark, the constant spotlight and the constant expectations. You told him about being an Avenger, how it isn’t as amazing as it seems. You admitted that it was hard, tiring, and draining in all aspects. You told him that you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Honestly, being an Avenger is probably more exhausting than being a Stark.” You laughed slightly.

“What gets you in the suit?” He asked suddenly.

“What?”

“Back in my room the other day, you asked me what gets me out of bed and into my suit… So why do you do it?” He clarified. “If it’s so tiring, why?”

“My dad…” You began slowly. This was something you had never told anyone, not even your dad. It was something that you kept to yourself ever since the beginning. So why did the look Peter gave you, the soft and gentle way his eyes met yours made you want to tell him everything? It felt like you had always known Peter, but you had just met him the day before. You trusted him. “New York really got to him a few years ago, and he just hasn’t been the same. But he’d never show that to the public, or tell anyone. My mom and I, we knew there was only so much we could do without getting involved. So, the only thing I felt I could do was get involved. Tony wants to put a suit of armor around the world, right? Well, he can’t do it alone. He shouldn’t have to do it alone. So, I just decided he wasn’t going to do it alone. I snuck into his lab one day and started making a suit of my own. F.R.I.D.A.Y. sold me out soon enough and mom was livid, but dad helped me make my first suit and here I am. Youngest Avenger to date.” You ended with a shrug.

“Family’s really all we have at the end of the day, huh?”

“Yeah. And sometimes, we have to do whatever it takes to keep them.”

“Whatever it takes… Y/N, is Captain America really the bad guy?”

“Honestly Peter, I don’t know.” You sighed. “I don’t know all the details, and I know it’s hard to go into a fight not knowing who’s right and who’s wrong. But this fight, it’s not about being right or wrong. It’s about doing what’s best. My dad thinks the Accords are the best route, and that’s why we’re here. We’re not here to be right, we’re not here to be wrong. Rogers has always been like family to me, and I don’t want to be against him. But that’s just where we’re at. Technically, he’s a criminal at the moment, so I guess maybe he is. But he’s going to think he’s right and that’s going to make him dangerous. At least, that’s what my dad says.”

“I think Mr. Stark was saying something like that in the car.” Peter could vaguely remember what Mr. Stark was telling him in the backseat.

“Tomorrow, you and I gotta stick together.” You tell him. “This isn’t going to be an easy fight and if you get hurt, May is going to pull you from the internship.” You used air quotes around your last word.

“Do you think something bad is gonna happen? To either of us?” He asked carefully.

“We’ll probably get some bruises.” You nodded casually. “And that’s okay. Because I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

Peter didn’t know why those words made his heart race, made his stomach tie itself into knots. He didn’t get feelings like this when he was around Liz, why was he getting them around Y/N? Maybe it was the vulnerability Y/N spoke with, the way that she seemed to trust him without any hesitation. Maybe it was the honesty she showed him. Maybe it was the kindness, the help she offered with the suit, the care that she looked at him with. Y/N cared about Peter, and Peter about Y/N. That much you both recognized. But it seemed like neither of you really knew how or why you cared.

You wrote it off as the age. You two were the same age, give or take a few months. You both had responsibilities and abilities beyond your years. You had personal reasons for fighting and standing up for something bigger than yourselves. You both had a chip on your shoulder, something to prove to yourself more than anyone else. You were both thrown into a life you weren’t ready for, but accepted your fate and made the best of it.

But Peter couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t understand why you looked at him the way you did. He didn’t know why your head tilted to the right when you gave him small smiles or why your laugh made him smile wider than ever or why your eyes were always so gentle or your voice so soothing. Peter didn’t know why whenever you were close, he felt like he was standing in electricity and his whole body could feel it. But he did know that he didn’t want to lose those feelings.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He smiled softly, a sudden urge to reach out for your hand now creeping into his mind. “You’re uh- You’re really great.”

“Well, I am a Stark after all.” You winked and his cheeks blossomed to a soft pink. “We’re friends now, Peter. You’re gonna have to put up with me for a long time.”

“Yeah.” He smiled wider. “Doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Trust me, it’ll be a wild ride but should be worth it.” You nodded with a small laugh.

“I do..” He said softly, making your eyebrows furrow. “Trust you, I mean. I trust you.”