Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?
Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).
Word Count: 1,479
A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.
For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up.
Hey, it happens… right?
Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”
Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.
And don’t even get started on boys.
Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.
Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.
Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.
Stiles is a paid intern at a porn production company. It’s really the same as being a paid intern at any other kind of production company until the day that he gets asked to fill in for the missing fluffer. It’s hard to say no to the extra money, not to mention the actor he’s being asked to fluff.
(AU where there are very similar circumstances with the supernatural, but Scott was never bitten so Stiles doesn’t know about werewolves at all. Stiles programs video games for a living and Derek is a fire fighter.)
Stiles is 26 years old and still lives at home, he decides to move out after some prompting from his girlfriend, and finding 29 year old Derek because of an ad online. Stiles moves in with him as more and more strange things start to happen around town. People seem to be getting attacked by wild animals, and Derek seems to know more about these occurrences than the police.
Yes, Scott and Stiles sleep in the same bed. Stiles would rather cut off both of his hands than touch Scott sexually, but he’s no stranger to showing affection, and they cuddle on a pretty regular basis. Their relationship is, in Stiles’ eyes, normal and healthy and exactly what they both need. Then Scott meets Alison, and they fall in love over a fucking pen (which is sickly sweet but so Scott), and Stiles suddenly has a lot more time on his hands.
Cue pottery classes, stargazing, a new friendship, and a lot of (totally platonic) fantasizing.