Tags: angst, fluff, really fluffy ending, stark!daughter ft. Peter x reader and Morgan being a cutie
Summary:Unable to cope with the death of your father, you shut down and begin to try and create a wormhole to bring Tony back to life. No one can change your mind, except for Peter (with the help of Morgan).
The lakeside cabin was especially quiet tonight, you noticed, the only sounds in the room being the repetitive whirring of your computer and the gentle echoes of the crickets outside. Pushing away your computer, you eyed the clock to the wall on your right- damn, was it already 3am? Time seemed to be flowing without order, your days blurred into periods of light and dark as you remained fixated on your project, hunched over your computer.
Your eyes rolled over to the corner of your desk by accident, and there- you felt it again. The excruciating pain of mourning and self hatred. It was a hot summer in July, you recalled. The rain had absolutely ruined the outdoor activities you had planned for the day, but your dad, being the stubborn and energetic man that he was, insisted that the two of you went outside anyway, because: “it’s your birthday, kid! Only one day out of 365.”
You were soaked to the bone in that photo, looking mildly annoyed, but a small smile on your face as Tony rested his arm on your head. You could still hear Pepper laughing in the background as Peter insisted on taking the photo. You initially wanted to tell him to stop, but now, you couldn’t be more glad that you didn’t stop him. It gave you something to cling on to after his…
How did the girls at Midtown not pounce on Peter? That boy is a nerd and a beef cake boy? This boy is loyal to his friend? He doesn’t slander anyone? He’s responsible enough to have an internship with a billion dollar company and (I’m guessing) still passes his classes, does his work, and is one of the, if not the top, smartest kids in his grade and school?AND, most importantly, he’s kind to everyone and respectful? Sign me the hell up.
Summary: Peter’s known as the shy, sweet and endearingly awkward boy by everyone. But he has another side- a possessive, clingy and protective side- that only comes out whenever you’re around. Cue surprised Avengers, Tony matchmaking and very, very, possessive & protective Peter.
tags: pure fluff, cuddly!Peter, protective!Peter, possessive!Peter, the Avengers acting as matchmakers.
a/n: this might be shitty cause I wrote it in two days
Everyone thought that Peter was just a sweet, shy and awkward boy.
And they weren’t technically wrong.
In fact, it was how you viewed him as well. You’d notice that he’d blush easily if someone teased him. You noticed that he had a habit of stuttering whenever he got nervous, or how he had a tendency to stick his hands in his pockets whenever he got complimented for something. He was simply so tender and pure, like a soft puppy- lovable and just all around adorable.
It was these qualities that quickly fostered your friendship, and so when Peter started to get a clingy, you just thought it was him acting like himself.
“Peter, wake up.” you whispered, trying to get out of his iron grip around your waist and failing miserably. Peter only groaned, pulling you closer towards his chest as you sighed, twisting around your body so that now you’d be facing him. He was still in mid-sleep, his eyes stuck shut and his curls a mess from the solid three hour nap.
A low groan escapes his throat as he slowly opens his eyes, exhaustion still clearly written on his face.
“What?” he asked, his arms still wrapped around tightly around you.
“I have to study for my exam tomorrow, remember?”
He refused to budge, only moving so that he could rest his head on top of yours.
summary: where peter, your boyfriend of many months, finds out that you’re tony stark’s daughter
requested by anonymous:Can you do a peter parker x reader imagine where they’re dating and her dad is tony stark but nobody knows because she uses her mom’s last name and lives with her mom and basically doesn’t like her dad and then could you make it be like how peter would react to finding out about that
word count: 4.4k
warnings: angst, swearing, daddy issues
a/n: wow this is a lot longer than pretty much all of my oneshots whaaat?? it’s like,, halfway edited kinda?? so like dont judge it too hard lmao. but anyways i hope y’all enjoy & let me know what you think!
You didn’t like Tony Stark.
Sure, he was your dad, but after what he’d done to you and your mom, your dislike for him had grown immensely. You could barely remember living with him; you were so young that only bits and pieces of your life then stuck with you. Most of your memories with him seemed to be happy, yet you couldn’t stand to even hear his name.
Although it was so long ago, you could still remember the day you and your mother left. She was crying, but being so young, you had no idea why. You were too young to understand why you’d moved, but a few years later your mom explained to you that she and Tony both decided it was best for both you and your mom to move away. She never went into detail why, saying it wasn’t her place to tell you, which led you to assume that Tony wanted to live out his playboy lifestyle with nothing holding him back, even if that meant abandoning his daughter in the process. The last time you spoke to your father was the day you moved out all those years ago.
My Love, My Life (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader) - Chapter 1
Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Eventual Peter Parker x Reader
Series Summary: The world’s famous playboy inventor, Tony Stark, is the father of a little girl.
A/N: This series will follow the timeline of the MCU leading up to Endgame. Thank you so much for the love from the teaser I released! I really hope you all enjoy this series!
“Tony Stark. Visionary. Genius. American patriot. Even from an early age, the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark quickly stole the spotlight with his brilliant and unique mind. At age four, he built his first circuit board. At age six, his first engine. And at 17, he graduated summa cum laude from MIT. Then, the passing of a titan… ”
The Starks were indeed titans. They had the world wrapped around their fingers and could outsmart 100 scientists combined. Hate them or love them, every person wishes they could be even the slightest bit successful. It all started when Howard Stark created an empire filled with inventions that revolutionalized weapons building. Since then, they haven’t stopped growing.
“…until, at age 21, the prodigal son returns and is anointed the new CEO of Stark Industries. With the keys to the kingdom, Tony ushers in a new era for his father’s legacy. Stark along with his wife, Diana L/N, have created smarter weapons, advanced robotics, satellite targeting.”
Tony Stark did go to that cafe. He had never met someone who understood him more as well as someone who was able to handle him. Tony Stark, a long known bachelor, finally met the woman of his dreams. He tied the knot with her within a year of dating and Tony swore he has never been happier in his entire life. He had never been so in love before and was excited about his future with her. Especially about something they created together.
“…following Diana’s death in 2004, Tony Stark continues to carry her and his father’s legacy by ensuring freedom and protecting America and her interests around the globe.”
Obadiah Stane cheered as the video presentation ended. Of course, his longtime friend James Rhodes would be the one presenting the award to him. It didn’t shock him, however, when he wasn’t there to accept it.
The world wasn’t shocked when they found out Tony Stark turned back to his old ways after his wife died. The woman he loved most was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Except maybe gambling, sleeping around, drinking, and partying. But it was just like old times for him. While he does have responsibility (for reasons only he would know), some wished he could be a better role model.
It was the usual, Stark would go out to some luxurious party, drink some (maybe more), meet new people, and bring home some beauty who was fool enough to fall for his tricks. This one, however, was as irritating as it could get. Sure, she was pretty, but she did have a big mouth especially since she’s a journalist. Tony did not like her, not one bit, but he wanted to celebrate on getting his award somehow.
The next morning, after being awoken by JARVIS, she threw on the shirt he wore last night and truly took in the beauty that is the large mansion he lived in. A beautiful view of the California coast, it was truly a dream home.
“Tony?” she whispered, exiting the bedroom.
She made her way towards the living room, not a single peep could be heard. That is until she reached the living area. She gasped softly as she saw a smaller figure on the couch wearing pink bunny pajamas. A bowl of cereal sat in her lap as she chewed the sugary chocolate bran.
“Hello,” she said, putting her spoon down into the bowl.
“Hello?” Christine Everhart whispered, confused on why there is a small child in Stark’s home
“My name is Y/N. Are you Number 4?″ she said
“The fourth girl daddy brought home with him this month. He tells me that they are from work. Do you work with my daddy?”
“Something like that. I don’t think your daddy likes me very much”
“He’s not the only one,” she said out of the blue
Ms. Everhart was taken by shock, although she shouldn’t be at all.
“I see you’ve met Mr. Stark’s daughter,” a female voice said behind her. She turned her head to see a taller blonde woman behind her, carrying a hanger of clothes covered in plastic.
“I’ve got your clothes here. They’ve been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there’s a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you’d like to go,” she said, Everhart walking towards her.
“You must be the famous Pepper Potts,” she said
“Indeed I am”
“Funny, I didn’t know that Tony had a little girl.”
“A lot of people don’t. It is his best interest to keep her existence out of the public eye as he wants privacy for his daughter. It’s what his wife wanted as well”
“Huh. And after all these years, Tony still has you picking up the dry-cleaning.“ Everhart snarked, taking her clothes from Pepper
“I do anything and everything that Mr. Stark requires; Including, occasionally, taking out the trash.” Pepper replied, eyeing her up and down. A little giggle can be heard from the little girl on the ouch
“Will that be all?”
“Daddy!” the girl squealed, making Tony turn his head back. The small girl ran to him as Pepper hung up the phone, tucking it under her folder.
“Hey squirt,” he said, groaning as he picked her up. She was almost seven, but that doesn’t stop him from loving his little girl any less.
“I thought you supposed to be leaving for school?” he practically cooed
“She didn’t want to leave before saying bye to you first. Which by the way, you should be halfway across the world by now.” Pepper said
“That’s funny, I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there…”
He and Pepper always bantered. Business this business that. He’s late for this She can’t do that. You thought it was cute. It wasn’t fighting, it was them being them. Sometimes you wondered if your father liked Pepper (yes in that way) and you’ve asked him. He never gave you an answer.
Tony never let you out of his hands. You rested your face into his neck as he rubbed your back. All the talking he and Pepper were doing
“…get yourself something nice from me.”
“I already did.”
“It was very nice. Very tasteful. Thank you, Mr. Stark” she said, smiling
“You’re welcome Ms. Potts”
They gave each other one last smile before Pepper snapped out of her thoughts.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you to school little missy”
Tony let you down, not before kissing your cheek.
“I love you squirt, Daddy will be home soon. Be good to Pepper okay?” he asked and you nodded.
a/n: sorry, it’s a bit short but let me apologize with this abmazing gif
Peter would be a complete blushing mess tbh
you were giggling as he was leaving sloppy kisses on your neck when the door opened, making him slightly jump
innocent Steve just wanted to come ask you something when he caught you in the act
doing the thing
‘and I oop-’
“oh god- I’m sorry- I- I’ll come back later,” Steve stuttered before closing the door in a hurry
your heart was still beating fast but you couldn’t help starting to giggle
Peter was still in complete shock, with messy hair and eyes wide open which made you laugh even more
he was so cute
he buried his face in your neck and mumbled “oh god, that was so embarrassing” against your skin, to which you replied with “no, that was so funny” before running your fingers through his brown locks
“should we go back to what we were doing?”
Peter tried but his mind wasn’t into it anymore
“I’m sorry y/n but I can’t”, he apologized with a half smile on his lips
“It’s okay, Peter”
an hour or so passed and he still didn’t want to go back to the main floor to have dinner with the rest of the avengers
he was just way too embarrassed to even meet Steve’s eyes again
“what if he told someone about it, y/n?”
indeed, Steve had told them all but he had no choice
they just wouldn’t stop asking him why he came back looking like he had seen a ghost
“What is it, Stevie?” Bucky asked, curious
it took you many repeated attempts to finally make him accept to come eat dinner with everyone
“c’mon Peter, I’m sure he didn’t say anything”
but boy you were wrong
as soon as you stepped into the dining room followed by a reluctant Peter, all eyes were on you
Bucky and Sam were ready to roast the hell out of you two but mostly Peter
as soon as you parted ways (because Natasha asked you to come and help her with something)
they both almost ran to him, ready to put their plan at execution
trapping him on each side and putting an arm around his shoulder
“So, kid, heard you were having fun earlier,” so on and so forth
let’s just say that it went on for a good week and that Peter was kinda traumatized
our poor little baby
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- so you’ve been dating peter for a hot minute & you know damn well its time for y’all to fuck
- not just timing wise, but you’ve wanted to for a while now
- peter obviously wants to too, but the lil baby won’t say so bc he doesn’t wanna make u uncomfortable in case u don’t want to.
- when you climb on his lap during make out sessions (which there are so many of), peter gets so hard & when you notice or gesture to it he gets SO embarrassed
- one time you very lightly started grinding on him & he couldn’t stop apologizing for getting a boner
- “it was an accident i swear!!”
- “peter, i would be upset if u didn’t get one.”
- like my mans is really so innocent
- so it’s gonna be a challenge.
- but sis gotta plan: peter comes over everyday after school to do homework & hang out. but today you’re gonna ‘forget’ he’s coming & fall asleep in your bed with some sexy underwear on
- girls gotta do what a girls gotta do
- you get home & practically rip your clothes off trying to get ready in time
- “wish peter was the one ripping my clothes off.” 🐸☕️
- so you put the bra & panties on & god damn do u look hot
- titties? popping. booty? thriving
- & you’re positioned in literally the most sexual position possible, like these itty bitty transparent panties are showing it ALL to whomever might walk through your door ;))
- & then it happens; peter walks in your room like usual
- “hey, y/n, do you think- woah!” peter exclaims
- you’re still fake asleep like the lil sneak bitch u are lmao
- you can feel peter’s eyes on u & know he’s staring hard
- u know that’s not all that’s hard in the room ;))
- he very gently begins to cover u up
- like a true gentlemen in peter parker fashion
- u fake wake up, “oh, peter!”
- “oh, uh, hey y-y/n.”
- “sorry i was so tired i just completely passed out after school.”
- “do u, uh, usually wear that to school?” peter asks, nervous as hell, SHOOTING HIS SHOT.
- “maybe you could find out?” you say with a lil smile.
- OH GIRL YES U REALLY DID JUST
- “i don’t know- i don’t wanna do something you’re uncomfortable with.” peter confesses to you.
- “uncomfortable?” you question. “peter i’ve been trying to get in your pants for months. you’re my boyfriend, i want this.”
- “you do??” he asks sounding surprised. & yes, he did sound very excited
- “peter, please.” you beg him, need in your voice.
- peter has never taken his shirt & jeans off faster
- he’s holding himself up on top of you while y’all making out
- he’s slowly beginning to make his way towards your jaw & down your neck. you are a moaning mess. peter is grinding just a lil & honestly, homeboy got moves.
- so you’re getting really wet so you’re starting to buck your hips up to meet his.
- “okay babygirl, i’m coming.” he tells you as he moves his mouth down to your pussy.
- THAT NICKNAME
- FUCK ME IN THE ASS WITH A PLASTIC SPORK THAT IS HOT
- but peter isn’t stopping there, he’s picking you up and carrying you off the bed. you’re being slammed against the wall & peter is holding you against it while beginning to leave a trail of kisses down your thigh
- your panties are still on & are so thin & they are absolutely soaked
- peter is sucking on your clit & kissing your pussy lips through the thin fabric & you just physically cant
- “oh my god peter where did u learn to that?” you cry in between moans
- “let me make u feel good, babygirl”
- alright that’s fine we can do that
- peter finally slides your panties to the side & he just goes for it, diving his tongue inside of you. you’re not gonna last long. homeboy knows how to work that tongue
- “peter i’m gonna come.”
- “come on my face, baby.”
- YOUR INNOCENT LIL PETER BEAN SAID WHAT
- as previously stated, you did not last long. not after fuckin mr. clean himself dropped that dirty talk on u
- so peter let’s you down & you look at the bulge in his pants & it is large.
- “your turn.” you tell peter.
- “i don’t have a condom.” peter confesses.
- “i do.” you tell peter.
- “of course you do.” peter says sarcastically.
- you hand the condom to peter & he slips it over his length
- you’re lying on the bed again
- “are you sure about this? we don’t have to?” peter tells you.
- he’s so caring & always wanting to make sure you’re comfortable
- “i want this peter.” you remind him.
- he slides into you so gently & you expected some pain but honestly shit slaps
- “peter you can move.” you tell him.
- he begins to rock back forth, just barely pulling the tip out before sliding back in
- he’s constantly asking you if you’re okay
- you’re constantly telling him that it feels amazing
- “am i doing okay?” peter asks worriedly
- “you’re doing great.” you tell him.
- but soon the pleasure is getting too much to handle again
- “faster peter.”
- “are you sure?”
- “peter. i want you to fuck me.”
- & so he was off to races
- slamming into you; hard, fast, deep. dick game so strong stg
- “fuck right there.” you moan
- “you’re so tight.” peter tells you.
- “peter i’m gonna come again.”
- “not until you’re screaming my name.”
- BITCH WAS HE RIGHT
- he starts rubbing circles on your clit
- making you feel sum type of way
- you are SCREAMING his name
- your orgasm is ripping through you
- “mmm, fuck, y/n” peter moans & bites his lip as he reaches his climax.
- soon peter is collapsing besides you, your naked bodies breathing heavily together after both of your first times.
1. Will have moments where he just randomly states questions like “why are apartments called apartments, when they’re all stuck together?” or “if you write a book about failure, and it fails, is it called success?”.
2. Gets all shy and flustered whenever he sees you in his clothes, loving how it gives you sweater paws and reaches your knees.
3. Finding out that his Spider-man because he left his backpack over at your house after a study session, and you “accidentally” opened his bag to find his suit in it. “Please tell you’re not some weird cosplayer dude and that you actually are Spider-man”.
4. Calls your parents Mr. and Mrs, despite the fact that they’ve told him to call them by their names.
5. Him loving to buy shirts with science puns on them, not even caring if has to explain the joke every time someone doesn’t understand it. “do you get it?! like periodically, you know, the periodic table!”.
6. Tries to do the upside down Spider-man kiss, but ends up falling flat down on his face.
7. He likes to buy the sweets and cereals that have a Spider-man packaging on them - He once bought a cereal that was absolutely horrible, but was too prideful that someone made a cereal of him that he pretended it was good and ate it anyway.
8. Him loving to just hold your hand as often as he possibly can. This includes falling asleep on you with your hands laced together, walking around Queens as he swings your hands in the air, playing tricks where he pretends to give you something but ends up lacing his hands with yours. He just loves how warm and small they are compared to his.
9. He can only have his sandwiches if they have pickles in them and if it’s squished down real flat.
10. Will be so competitive in games of Mario Kart. Literally to the point where if you win and he loses he wouldn’t talk to you until you promised to watch Star Wars with him and say “You’re better than me at Mario Kart… there, I said it, you happy now?”.
11. Always blushes cherry red whenever you catch him staring at you, pulling at his collar because you decided to be a little bit cheeky by winking and smiling at him from afar.
12. Him growing a habit of having to lock his bedroom door after aunt may walked in on him doing a thor impression. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement.
13. He has a secret stash of lollies (gummy bears to be exact) hidden underneath his bed, and always freaks out whenever he checks and sees it’s not there anymore, only to remember that he ate them the night before during a Star Wars marathon.
14. Him using pick up lines on you like, “are you made of fluorine, iodine, and neon? because you are F-I-Ne!”, and loving how you blush so hard every time. “No, no, I am NoT blushing! It’s just really hot in here!”
15. Him having to have at least two kisses before he heads off to class, and they obviously have to be on the lips.
16. He has literally watched his Star Wars DVD’s so many times, that they eventually stopped working. He refuses to replace them, saying that he’s were “special”, and “different” compared to the other ones.
17. His ringtone is the Spider-man theme song.
18. Him constantly taking candid photos of you on his phone whenever you’re not looking. Most of them are photos of you looking adorable wearing his large sweater, and some are of you having the biggest smile because your favorite movie is on and you’re reciting the lines. He uses them as his background for everything.
19. Always has to walk you to every class you have, despite the fact that your classes are usually on the other side of the campus. His practically at Sonic speed as he runs back and forth from class to class.
20. He absolutely hates spiders, but immediately feels guilty whenever he wants to kill the one climbing on his bedroom wall because his literally Spider-man. So he normally just lets it be and tries not to think of where it has gone when he comes back and it’s not there.
21. He constantly asks Tony for advice when it comes anything he doesn’t understand, even though he never ends up taking the advice because it’s either too inappropriate or because Steve ends up stopping him before his words come out. “Tony, his only a kid!”, “And your point is…”.
22. Throws his phone across the room whenever someone interrupts his ‘cuddle time’ with you. “You know there’s a thing called putting it on silent right?”, he just squeezes you tighter in response.
23. He’s had to buy five new alarms (still counting) on multiple occasions because he has a habit of whacking the alarm whenever it rings in the morning, forgetting that he has super strength.
24. Whenever he goes shopping looking for clothes, he always takes time and consideration into buying something you would preferably like. He just knows your bound to steal it off him at some point, but he doesn’t mind because it always comes back smelling like you.
25. Whines, “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go”, in the morning before he has to go to school.
26. Him having a box filled with secret polaroid pictures of you. It’s hidden at the back of his closet behind all his clothes, and it has at least fifty photos in it, so he likes to pull them out every once and while and just admire all the details of each picture.
27. He has one of your shirts wrapped around his pillow as a cover because your scent alone can lull him to sleep.
28. Him practicing how to do a deep voice because everyone thinks that Spider-man is just a little boy in a tight-fitted suit that somehow got really cool superpowers (it’s somewhat true).
29. Him practically mastering the technique of pretending aunt may’s food is delicious. His ‘technique” being smothering his food with an over excessive amount of sauce to the point where he can’t even taste the burntness of the meatloaf.
30. There were multiple occasions where he’s accidentally called Tony “dad” and he immediately goes all embarrassed after. But in all honestly Tony couldn’t be any happier.
31. Him being the clingiest person ever to the point where he lays on top of you so you can’t leave him, not even flinching whenever you try to push him or punch him off you. But he’ll end up getting off at some point because he’s realized you’ve hurt your hand when you punched his chest, “OW! Since when did your chest become a fricking brick wall!”
32. Him face-timing Steve because he doesn’t know how to put a tie on.
33. He loves to prank the Avengers by webbing everything upside down and onto the roof. He just loves to see their faces whenever his sitting upside down on a couch watching Star Wars.
34. Whenever he has to leave for a mission he likes to look through photos of you on his phone, even though he hasn’t left yet and you’re still right next to him. “You know I’m literally sitting next to you, right?”
35. Him honestly just being a complete softie for you and only you.
comment your favorite one from the list. if you even have a favorite one??
a/n: I absolutely adore Loki but trying to write Dad!Loki was so hard so sorry if it came off as too canon or terrible. Biggest thanks to the lovely @smallmarvelfor giving me a lot of ideas for this headcanon, PLEASE GO FOLLOW HER (she writes too!)
Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, some gore, some hurt/comfort I guess, mentions of drugs, description of injuries, promise there isn’t any anti-character in this fic but it’ll seem like it for 2 minor sentences but it’ll be explained later
Summary: Do acts of heroism always come with a cost?
A/N: Stand alone Italics are thoughts! Have fun with this chapter, guys. And thank you so much for the endless support on this fic!! I really love and appreciate every single one of you!! Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!
One of the things that comes with being in the position of a hero, thought and processing happen at the speed of light. Reactions are fast, almost as if they were instinct based, not taught. Everything just happens. There’s no thought being put into what had just happened to cause the act of heroism. The body moves and the brain just functions, controlling and not allowing the person to panic, feel pain, just beat whatever force they’re supposed to be some type of hero against. For some, it is training, like for you and for others, it’s instinct, like Peter. But for the both you, thought, processing, and reaction happen at the same time.
Summary: You and Tom were invited by James Corden to play Spill your guts and fill your guts. Safe to say it was pretty disgusting
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Tom has his arm slung around your shoulder while your fingers are entwined with his. You two were waiting side stage on The Late Late Show with James Corden. You couldn’t be more excited. You’ve always loved James. James introduces you two onto the stage you take your seat by the huge round table. The smell of the foul items almost making you gag. You sit across from Tom. Seeing his fearful stare at the table.
“Here we have the lovely (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and the charming Tom Holland joined with us today.” He explains to the audience. “How are you guys feeling about this?” He asks.
“This smells fucking disgusting.” Tom curses, making everyone in the room laugh.
“And you (Y/N)?” James asks you, both Tom and his eyes on you.
“If I don’t breath it’s fine.” You say, giggling, making everyone else giggle as well.
“Okay, so we have some very interesting things on this table. We have clam juice, cows tongue, pickle juice, grasshoppers, soy sauce and mayonnaise and calf’s brain.” James explains while turning the table around. Showing the camera. The audience letting out a grunt of disgust every now and then. You really weren’t looking forward to the calf’s brain.
“Okay so I am going to ask you, Tom, then you’re going to ask (Y/N) then (Y/N) is going to ask me“ he explains one last time. You and Tom nod at James, intrigued by what the questions might be.
James reaches to the little side table next to him, Tom bouncing his leg up and down in anxiety.
“Tom I am going to give you the clam juice,” James says while turning the table. While James is reading his question before asking it Tom leans over the glass and sniff is. His nose scrunches up and his eyes squeezing shut in disgust.
“That smells vile.” He states. You giggle at his reaction.
James laughs at the question. “Okay, Tom. Is (Y/N) a bottom or a top?” He asks bursting out in laughter. Your mouth drops open at the question but a smile still playing on your lips. Tom smirks at you.
“Top.” He speaks without hesitation. The audience ooo’ing to his answer. You narrow your eyes at him, not entirely liking the idea of your sex life out to the public.
Tom picks out a card and spins the table around picking the perfect thing for you to eat. His decision lands on the grasshoppers, you cast your eyes anywhere but what is laid down in front of you.
You hear a laugh come from Tom and him saying “this is a good one.” You brace your self for the question.
“Babe, who would you rather sleep with, Harrison or Harry?” He asks with a smirk on his face. Your eyes shoot open, letting the question sink in. You can’t answer that.
“I can’t answer that.” You exclaim. You look down at the table and see a bowl of grasshoppers. You gulp down your nerves and take one by the leg, inspecting it. The audience reacting towards you thinking of eating the grasshopper or answering the question. You quickly open your mouth and drop the grasshopper in. Your teeth crunch it, feeling the legs getting stuck in your teeth. The audience and the two men sitting in front of you groan in disgust. You quickly grab the glass of water next to you and gulp it down, washing the insect away. You look to see Tom looking at you in disgust at what you did.
“Mmmm. Salty.” You say, describing the insect in a sarcastic manner. Everyone laughs.
The questions go by and James ends up eating a calf’s brain, causing you to almost throw up. This one question in particular for Tom got you shocked.
“Do you and (Y/N) role play as MJ and Peter Parker?” James asks Tom. Tom runs his hands down his thighs. Obviously thinking of whether or not he should eat the cow’s tongue in front of him. He couldn’t think of anything worse so he chooses to answer.
“Yes we do and it’s probably the best way to get us both turned on” Tom answers. You feel annoyance run through you. You give him a glare. He sees you glaring at him and decides to take it a little bit further. “And she makes a pretty hot MJ, tied up and all.” He adds. Tom smirks at you while James closes the show for the night.
warnings: PURE SMUT, swearing, rough sex?, oral (female recieving)
summary: Something about Peter makes y/n tick, something about y/n makes Peter combust with annoyance but at the same time neither one can deny the sexual tension but both are too prideful to act on it, that is until Peter is fed up and takes his anger out on her in a specific manner.
a/n:i did decide to make Peter & y/n eighteen so that they are of legal age but that doesn’t mean everyone else around them is also eighteen.
y/n sat in the cool air-conditioned room of her fourth-period English history class, she smiled contently to herself as she made a mental note that this was one of her very few favourite classes. Not because y/n liked learning about how poetry has evolved but because he wasn’t in her class and by him, she means Peter fucking Parker.
The boy got her blood boiling in seconds even without provocation. Every time y/n would see that mop of brown hair she would feel something primal in her to punch his stupid face and Peter felt the exact same way. She wondered if he actually deserved her wrath and insults seeming that all her best friends can say about him are positive comments but then again he was probably putting up a facade around them. y/n forgot when their rivalry started, the only time she can recall starting their arguments was in second grade when Peter beat her in the monthly spelling bee that y/n always won up until then but it probably has been going on ever since the two of them officially met. Ever since then though, the two of them compete whenever they can, y/n would get the best of him and he would lose his shit and then he would beat y/n and then she would lose her shit. It was a constant cycle and a routine that every other student seemed to have memorised along with those two. Sometimes when the pair of them start bickering the teachers would place them at opposite ends of the classroom but that didn’t stop glares and snide comments.
Then again, y/n couldn’t deny that he was physically good looking. He was really handsome and sometimes she found herself staring at those bulging biceps that would stretch at the sleeves of his tight sweater and imagine what lay under it. y/n would try her best to avert her eyes as hard as she could but sometimes it felt like second nature to let her attention waft over to him even just for a moment. She felt almost ashamed of herself that she thought of him in such lewd ways but it did make for one hell of a session for her when he crossed into her mind and y/n didn’t seem like the only one that had the same problem.
Peter was known as the hot nerd, somehow every girl in the school has had an attraction to him whether they acted on it or not or whether it was just acknowledging his features or actually having a romantic or sexual liking to him but every time he was confronted with a pretty girl asking if he was free on Saturday night he would politely decline and walk off as if nothing had happened.
y/n was considered one of the most popular girls in school, she was pretty, smart & had a figure to match, she worked hard and treated everyone with respect and kindness that is except for Peter obviously. y/n didn’t really consider herself one of the aforementioned popular girls but she really couldn’t care to try and change peoples mind and it did come with its limited perks and of course its downsides. Her looks got her places that they wish they didn’t because y/n wanted to show people that she wasn’t just an airhead that got advantages just because every guy wanted her to suck their dick and plus it would show Peter that she wasn’t the ditz that he likes to call her every so often.
y/n stood at her locker, squished between a bulky footballer trying to get food out of his teeth and what y/n can only describe as a girl who hasn’t gone through puberty even though she’s seventeen. She shoved her thick textbooks back into her locker before making sure she had all her necessary items for Monday, y/n was looking forward to tonight’s plans to lounge about on her couch with her sister and make the most of the valuable time that is a Parent-free weekend. As y/n fixed the stray hairs that fell out of her tight bun she took notice that the two drastically different people that locked her into a human sandwich had left, she wondered why they had rushed off that is until y/n heard the familiar locker be swung open.
“Parker, ” she spat, not needing to look at Peter for her to know that it was him on the other end. This was a normal afternoon for the two of them, to bicker while they got their things before refusing to see each other until the inevitable next day.
“y/l/n, ” he replied with a low gruff voice, god he sounded hot, she thought. y/n silently thanked whatever God was up there that she was behind this locker door to conceal her faint blush.
“What happen to you, ” y/n asked sarcastically, “you sound like absolute shit,” she said as she finished playing with the strands of hair.
“Didn’t get any sleep, ” Peter responded curtly, y/n frowned slightly knowing that he usually bites back but today he sounded tired and aggravated that she was even talking to him.
“Oh what a Greek tragedy,” y/n mocked as she finally took her first look at him once she slammed her locker door shut, he looked as bad as he sounded. His hair was messy and ruffled, his skin was red and his right eye seemed to twitch slightly as he glared at her. She wanted to ask him what happen to him but her brain told her mouth to shut up before she could embarrass herself and give more material for Peter to work off when they met again. So, as usual, she went to give him a follow-up retort but was cut short.
“I don’t really have the patience for you at the moment y/n, so if you could fuck off that would be fantastic,” he snapped as he threw his bag over his shoulder and stomped off. y/n huffed in frustration as she followed his actions and stormed off to a nearby cafe that her friends were meeting up at.
She knew it was a quick walk to the cafe but it would take her some time to get back home so she whipped out her phone and texted her sister.
Meeting with my friends at the cafe will be home later x- y/n
Okay, having my partner for the school fair over now but we should be done by the time you get home - Terri
Cool, we still up for movie night tonight? - y/n
Nah, going to a party and staying Mia’s after - Terri
y/n sighed angrily as she tucked her phone into her back pocket. She knew that she shouldn’t let Terri go out to a party tonight and that if she did her parents would scold her but y/n knew if she fought Terri on it she would give her that stupid puppy dog look that y/n would have to say yes to.
Before y/n knew it she walked into the warmth of the cafe, her eyes scanning the small area before locking eyes with her best friend Gwen. y/n gave her a wide smile and skipped over and slipping to a sliver of a spot that Gwen had saved for her.
“Thanks, G,” she said as she noticed a small bowl of colourful fruit salad infront of her. y/n didn’t mean to let her frown creep up on her but before she could erase it with a smile Gwen took notice.
“Peter again?” Gwen asked through a bite of her food. y/n stared up at her through her long eyelashes and give her an exasperated look, “you know he’s not that bad y/n.” y/n scoffed at Gwen statement as she forked her food.
“Are we talking about Peter Parker,” another girl at the table butted in, her short red hair was curled and her face was blushed at the same hue as her locks, “He’s in my gym class and I wish he could live in between my legs,” she giggled out as she twirled a piece of hair in between her manicured fingers. The comment almost made y/n choke on her food.
“I thought you weren’t into, you know, nerds,” Gwen retorted as y/n still stared at the girl in disbelief.
The girl scoffed softly, “Oh I am when they have an eight pack and look like a teenage bad boy waiting to come,” she replied as she shoved another mouthful of food down her throat. y/n looked up at the girl with wide eyes, she wanted to protest what the girl had just let slip and tell her that Peter was a vile human but the rising heat in y/n was making her shut you up, causing you to become even more frustrated with your dumb feelings.
“You do realise he’s a huge dick,” y/n spoke up as she raises her eyebrow at this girl, she really didn’t want to start an argument over a boy for what felt like the one-hundredth time that week but she said something to doubt her own flustered mind about Peter. The red-head looked unphased and went to tell y/n off but not before a brunette girl chimed in.
“He’s a huge dick with a huge dick,” she chuckled slightly, once again y/n felt her face heat up and in anger, y/n shoved her uncontrollably blushing face into her hands.
“I cannot seem to get this into you guys, he’s a fucking douche,” y/n spat as she starting to get frustrated with her friends’ obvious thirst for Peter. Though she deflected all of her friends’ comments, y/n’s mind agreed with everything they were saying which made her even angry with yourself.
“I want him to get into me,” the brunette spoke again, y/n thought her eyes were going to pop out of her socket as she watched her friends snicker at their comments and the reactions that they pulled out of y/n.
“I’ve lost my appetite,” y/n exclaimed as she slung her bag over her should and reached for a ten dollar note and threw it on the table, she wasn’t going to sit there and let her so-called friends make fun of her and her feelings.
She stormed out, lucky for her that the cool air seemed to combat the growing blush on her face. In minutes she stood on a crowded train as it shook and rumbling around. Her loud music dimmed slightly, indicating she got a text.
Are you alright? - Gwen
I honestly don’t know - y/n
I hate defending them but they were just teasing - Gwen
y/n hesitated to text back for a moment but another ding cuts her out of her trance.
Be honest with me, do you have feelings for him? - Gwen
y/n’s fingers hover over her phone’s keyboard as she tried to rack her brain for an answer that was honest enough to conceal the rest of the iceberg. She did want to tell Gwen all her problems that she had with her emotions but y/n wasn’t ready, she still hadn’t even admitted to herself yet.
It’s complicated, I despise his guts but I can’t help but feel something else - y/n
That’s totally fine, just make sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process - Gwen
Love ya - y/n
Gwen replied with a simple kiss emoji. y/n didn’t know she needed that, she didn’t know that she needed that slight realization that maybe there was something there at least on her end and if was just her that she could protect herself.
By the time she had arrived her desired stop and walked to her front door, it had been 30 minutes since she had left in a huff and y/n felt guilt in her. Maybe she shouldn’t have left, at least not like that, she was more dignified to be acting like a rash child.
She went through the multiple ways she could have dealt with the situations as she unlocked the front door, the lovely warm air wafted over her features as she shimmed off her coat and threw it on the rack next to her. “Terri, I’m home,” she called out, no response. y/n quirked her eyebrow and stopped her movements “Terri?” She questioned as she directed her voice upstairs at Terri’s room. For a second time, Terri didn’t respond, y/n sighed angrily as she stomped up the stairs. “How many times do I have to tell you,” she was no yelling as she swung open Terri’s door and saw the very last person she would ever want in her sister’s bedroom.
“Oh, y/l/n you’re home early,” Peter spoke with a wide smirk on his face as pulled the earplugs from his ears and turned around to face her. y/n couldn’t see her face but she knew she was red with anger and her eyes were probably trying to jump out of her head.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” she shouted as she literally ran towards him in a fit of rage, Peter continued to sit unphased in the desk chair. “And in my sister’s room no less!”
“Calm those lovely tits y/n,” Peter laughed her rage off cooly which only made her more furious.
y/n grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt and brought his co close to her face, she was afraid their lips would touch, “As everyone knows, I’m not dumb so cut the shit,” y/n growled “why the fuck are you sitting in my sister’s room?”
“I’m her partner for the fair, dipshit,” Peter responded with the exact same tone as her, but he stood up from the chair making sure never to pull his face away. y/n stumbled back slightly as Peter grew to tower over her.
“That’s a total lie, you just want to get into her pants to piss me off,” y/n spat, her anger levels rising the more he open that stupid mouth of his, at the same time y/n tried to control the growing wetness that was slowing forming in between her legs the closer he got to her.
Peter threw his head back in laughter, y/n stared at him in shock. “Ask her yourself sweetheart,” he told her, y/n didn’t get a chance to retaliate because a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.
“y/n, you’re home early,” Terri said happily as she walked past her and flopped herself on her queen sized bed. Terri caught sight of y/n’s frustrated state, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?!” y/n chocked out, her attention drifted from her sister to Peter, “You have Peter motherfucking Parker in our house.”
“And?” Terri stared at y/n like nothing was wrong like the air was so thick between y/n and Peter that it was basically a fog. y/n stared at like Terri was the dumbest person in the world and to her, she 100% was.
“Why is he in our house?” she asked with sternness in her voice, her eyes still burned holes into the back of his head.
“Oh, he’s my partner for the fair, ” Terri smiled sweetly. Peter looked at y/n with a wide smile as he watched her stormed out and slam the door behind her.
y/n sat on her messy bed, her loose hair sprawled out and her mind following the beat of a song. Her eyes glanced up to the clock hanging above her tall desk, it had been an hour and a half since Peter intruded.
She sighed heavily, her toes barely touching the carpeted ground. y/n picked up on a door being slammed, most likely the front door. Before she could rush up and make sure Peter tripped on his way out but a harsh knock came onto her door.
Thinking it was Terri, to let y/n know that Peter had finally gone she didn’t think twice for opening the door. y/n eyes met with his once again.
“What the fuck do you want, ” y/n spat, her arms folding underneath her chest, causing Peter to take a quick glance down.
“Your sister told me, you’re having problems with the calculus homework, ” the smug asshole wore a proud smirk as he leant against the doorframe.
“Well she’s a liar, ” y/n retorted with a soft snort as she rolled her eyes at him. Peter felt the familiar annoyance that always made itself know when she was near him, why does she have to be so fucking hard to work with? he thought.
“Don’t be fucking difficult y/n,” he grumbled, not really in the mood to fight with her for what felt like the 200th time that very day.
“Don’t be a dick Peter,” y/n bit back as she too felt the rush of anger swell inside her again.
“Don’t be a brat,” Peter retorted as he took a step closer to her, his emotions acting quicker than his brain.
“Don’t be an asshole,” y/n, too, took a step towards him. Their faces incredibly close for both of their liking but both were too worked up to even notice the proximity of their boiling skin.
“Don’t be a bitch,” Their words now getting more vulgar as the longer this heated argument continued. y/n wanted to slam the door in his face after hat he had just called her but she was not thinking properly, like him being near her caused her reasonable side of her brain to completely out of function.
“Don’t be a fucking douche,” Her eyes now shooting daggers straight at him, her attention watched intently as his focus drifted from her gaze down to her snarled lips, to her flushed skin and finally to her blatant cleavage that Peter thought was begging for him to play with.
Peter took one last look at her enraged expression and took a chance, “Fuck it,” he muttered lowly before he leant forward and encaptured her lips with his in a rough movement. y/n stood there motionless, her eyes wide ad her muscles locking in place. y/n felt her brain scream at her to pull away from him but if she was honest her sexual frustration was telling her to pull him closer and confirm all those comments her friends told her earlier.
So she lifted her arms and draped them over his shoulders, pulling him in tighter in her grip. Her hands played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and drew small circles at the tip of his back, moaning slightly every time her nail would rack over a bump indicating a defined muscle. Peter moved into her bedroom, his palms squeezing harshly on her hips as he guided her to the front of her bed.
Peter’s fingers starting playing with the waistband of her loose gym shorts, his digits aimlessly wondering over her pelvic bone. y/n palms drifted higher on his scalp, her own fingers were now entangling the wefts of brown curls. She pulled away breathlessly as she quickly undid the small number of buttons on her already half exposed shirt, “This doesn’t mean anything Parker,” she barked as y/n disregarded the shirt and made work on her pink lace bra, easily letting it fall to the floor.
Peter didn’t listen to her at first, too much in awe of her body. Boys always talked about her, about how she looked underneath the clothing, how much would her tits bounce if she was on top, Peter just got validation for all the rumours about her.
“Of course,” he complied, as he soon starting stripping, now he was down to his underwear and matched y/n. She stared down at his toned figure, damn it, they were 100% right. “Even though you are incredibly hot, I’m still extremely mad at you,” Peter explained, “Get on the bed.”
“Excuse me,” y/n coughed out to hide her growing want. Peter stared at her like she was dumb.
“I said get on the bed,” he repeated, slower this time. y/n obeyed him, crawling onto the bed and giving him a gorgeous view of her ass before she lay flat on the mattress. Peter climbed atop her, he reconnected his lips with hers again as her hands pulled her arms above her head before clamping her wrists down with one of his hands. y/n simply moaned into his mouth, quite happy as she lay underneath his complete unable to do anything. Peter’s tongue racked up against her teeth, he pulled his lips away from hers with a soft pop before placing them on her neck biting at the skin. “Is this okay?” Peter asked through long kisses, y/n nodded her head vigorously.
His free hand trailed down, tickling the bare surface of her belly, playing with the lace trimming of her underwear before he reached into her. His digits rubbing her softly, painting figure eights on her clit as he continued to press kisses to her blushed skin. “Please,” y/n whimpered as the short jolts of pleasure wasn’t cutting it. Peter stared up at her, his face contorting into a growl.
“You’re not going to say a fucking word until I tell you,” he pulled away from her complete, y/n felt her heart drop but quickly jump into her throat as she felt his literally rip her underwear in two, the ripped material flung onto the floor. y/n almost lept for the sky when she felt him blow cool air onto her folds. “Your voice annoys the hell out of me.”
“Could say the same to you,” she exclaimed sarcastically as she threw her head back into the pillows. Her comment was met with one harsh slap to the underside of her ass, y/n stared down at him in shock. Peter didn’t give her anything as he continued the tease her hole, his fingers dancing over all the areas she needed him.
“Keep your hands there,” was the last thing she said before he delved in. His tongue lapped and expertly circled her swollen clit, his fingers slid in and out of her hole slowly but surely, his lips sucked and her folds collecting her wetness. Peter made sure to never get out of sync, when his digits came out her sucked a little hard and when he dug his way back in he curled his finger upwards causing y/n’s back to arch.
y/n desperately wanted to touch him, in any way she could, she just needed her hands all over him as he ate her like a full course meal. She hadn’t like this in ages, her eyes rolled back into her head, moans pushing themselves to the brink of her tongue and yet it was someone who she despised who was giving her such much satisfaction. Peter glanced up at her and noticed she was in a train of thought and sped up, pumping his fingers faster and harder and he softly nibbled at her bundle of nerves. y/n felt it building up inside her, the tingling sensation at the very pit of her stomach as it became harder for her to contain her breathless whimpers. Peter also took notice to her approaching orgasm and made sure to give her one last finger fuck before he retracted from her.
“Fuck you parker,” she growled as y/n watched him fumble around the room. She wasn’t completely sure why he was checking her floor but she took this as an opportunity to finish herself off, so she trailed her hands down her sweating body. Before she could give herself the release she needed, Peter’s palm came down hard and fast onto her sensitive cunt making y/n entire body spasm with pleasure.
“What did I fucking say,” Peter spoke harshly as y/n heard his tear open a condom packet, her eyes still shut from the sudden pleasure. Peter stared down at her, he smiled wickedly to himself. She had her eyes closed and her eyebrows were somehow cutely furrowed, her tits lay against her chest with small beads of sweat adorning her skin. He did this to her, he made her feel good.
Without saying a word to her, Peter quickly slipped on the condom and dived into her. y/n’s legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he lay dormant in between her tight walls. Peter wonders how such a sour girl could have the most sweetly divine pussy, but that wasn’t his focus now. He pulled out of her slowly before slamming right back into. Each time he did it, Peter quickened it. His knuckles stabilized him but laying on either side of her as he fucked her.
Peter could stay inside her for days, the way she would jump every time their skin met, the way her walls released him at the perfect time before snugging him back as he slid in, it was heaven. “Holy shit,” he chanted as Peter tried to keep his rhythm up but sometimes failing miserably with the overload of pleasure he was obtaining. Peter looked up at y/n, he felt the urge to give her permission to speak, to scream his name. “Tell me how good this feels.”
“So-so good,” y/n stumbled, her mismatched tone connecting with the pounds of his hips.
“You can do better than that,” Peter told her as he started to slam harder into her, he knew he was leaving marks and he loved it.
“This feels fucking fantastic,” y/n stuttered as she pulled at the sheet of her pillows. Her face tucked into the corner of her elbow as she tried to contain her what she felt as uncontrollable moaning.
“‘Atta girl,” Peter complimented. y/n felt his dick slid into her tight entrance only to have his balls stain her skin with red marks after he pounded her back into the mattress. Finally, y/n felt her orgasm riding, the beautiful feeling making its presence known to her.
“Peter, I’m gonna cum,” She told him through heaves of pornographic moans. Peter nodded his head quickly.
“I know,” he sped up again, the only thing you could hear is the sounds of mixed groans and loud whimpers and hot, raw skin slapping against one another, “I am too.”
And with that, she came. Her release hitting her like a ton of bricks, she felt her body tense up and her mouth emit a loud scream of Peter’s name. Her vision went black momentarily as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. Seconds later, Peter released as his head fell into the crook of her neck as he pours into the rubber. Slowly, he slid out of her, their combined juices almost dripping out of her tight hole.
Peter peeled off the condom and threw it in the nearest bin. y/n watches him saunter away from her, she wonders if they’ll do this again. They must, that was the best sex she ever had and she doesn’t mind staring at a completely nake Peter Parker. “Are we doing this again?” she pipes up, it’s worth a shot. Peter swivels around to face her, he genuinely doesn’t know how to respond to her question. He is completely down for another session of getting lost in that paradise of a pussy she’s got but he knows that she hates his guts and he thinks the worst of her.
“Do you want to do this again?” Peter responds as he collects his clothing from her floor.
“I do, but that’s all it can be,” y/n told him, pouting slightly as she spots her ripped underwear, they were her favourite. “Beside the next time we fuck, you need to buy me new underwear,” she giggled slightly as she snatched her broken underwear and threw it at him.
Summary: Thanos might have succeeded, and not only erased half the universe, but hope in general. But humans are stubborn little bitches. And so are the Avengers. No matter if dead or not, the fight of their lives is coming and nothing will stop them from righting the wrong. (AKA this is me trying to cope with Endgame.)
Pairing: Peter Parker x f!Reader
but is very much so Avengers x f!Reader; Platonic!Steve x f!Reader; Dad!Tony x f!Reader; Platonic!Loki x f!Reader as well
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: mentions of death, blood, swearing, injuries
Word count: 10074 (THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN, HOLY SHIT!!! STRAP IN< GUYS)
When the snap happened, everyone was in a state of shock. Even Thanos himself didn’t necessarily understand he had succeeded, glazed eyes watching the gauntlet and his surroundings. Only when Thor backed away did he realize his goal was accomplished, so he used the Space Stone to disappear in an instant. Y/N’s head turned to the side, eyes on Steve clutching his abdomen and looking at Thor with inexplicable fear. “Where’d he go? Thor… where’d he go? “Steve?” Bucky’s voice cut through the buzzing in her head, but maybe she shouldn’t have glanced at the other super soldier. Maybe then he wouldn’t have turned to ash and been swept away by the winds. People all around her either felt their hearts drop to the soles of their feet or their bodies disintegrated, and when numbness spread through Y/N’s toes, she knew what was going to happen. “Steve.” His attention was immediately on her. “Oh, no, not you too,” the Captain was already rushing to her side, but his hands wrapped around a non-existent middle. “Tell my dad, I’m sorry.” Steve was left with nothing but an empty feeling in his stomach and an even emptier field. “Oh, God.” They had lost.
Summary: Peter finds you one night on a rooftop. He can’t stop coming back.
A/n: A fic that I started about a year ago. I could never figure out where I was going with it so I gave up for a long time. I came back to it this week, and I think it’s become something I’m quite proud of. Please like and reblog, leave feedback if you can. I appreciate you all.
You stood, a precarious site on the New York skyline, a shadowy silhouette standing on a ledge. The wind brushes past you in calming gusts, full of the city you knew so well.
You loved the smell of New York. Sure, the place was polluted and there was a large homeless population, but you’d always loved how it smelled here. It was like once you had lived here for a while, you learn to tune out the ugly and suddenly all you can smell is the local sandwich shop. Or the maple trees that are scattered through the streets. The scent of fancy candles through open windows and cakes from the pastry store on the corner. Maybe it was the memories you could smell – a placebo of familiarity and knowledge.
Standing on a ledge in the middle of the night may be perceived as a strange thing to do, but you had found this spot when your first moved to Queens, and you couldn’t help but climb up every now and then. Ironically, it felt grounding, as if you were in complete control.
You felt your jumper moving with the wind and opened your eyes, studying the sky around you. Mostly clear. Still pretty cold. A few clouds blocked the full light of the moon, but the city was lit up anyway. Fire escapes draped in fairy lights and lamps shining through windows. Dull street lights scattered through the streets and headlights from cars passing by.
“Hey! Wait, don’t! Don’t do it, please!” A voice interrupted your moment of peace, filled with desperation and getting closer, you turned to find the source. “Don’t jump!”
You felt your eyes widen as the blur of red and blue barrelled towards you. He looked graceful as he ran but his voice was full of panic. You quickly realised he was talking to you.
Spider-man thought you were about to dive straight off a 20-story building and to be fair, you did look pretty suspicious.
- “you’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, babygirl,” peter tells u, knowing damn well you want that vitamin d.
- “i want you to fuck me hard, daddy.”
- “yes, ma’am.” peter replies like the nerd he is.
- peter snakes his hand into your underwear. you didn’t have any pants on because we all know pants are for cowards. don’t wear pants. ever.
- peter is being so tender & gently rubbing your clit with his thumb, flicking it back and forth between his thumb & pointer finger
- you’re very slowly moving up and down on his hand while still straddling his lap. peter puts his free hand on your waist with a grip so hard it’s sure to leave bruises. your eyes are closed, you’re biting your lip like your fuckin bella from twilight.
- peter cant take his eyes off of your face as you move up and down in ecstasy because of how good his fingers make u feel. you open your eyes and meet his gaze. his big puppy brown eyes are glued on you and sexy you look
- “feel good, babygirl?”
- you’re just a moaning mess & can’t even respond. peter kisses you deeply & just agh this man will be the death of me.
- “peter i’m gonna come” you say as you approach your edge, prompting peter to pull his fingers out from your panties.
- “you’re not coming until i’m in that lil pussy”
- goddamn yes sir whatever u want
- peter is pulling his hard cock out of his pants. you spread the precum spewing out of his tip around & spit on the head a few times while slowly jerking him off. with you still on peter’s lap, he slides into you excruciatingly slow.
- “peter i’m begging you to speed up.”
- “but i love it when you beg.”
- YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HIS ATTITUDE BC QUITE FRANKLY IVE HAD ENOUGH BUT HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO FUCK SO WE GOIN LET IT SLIDE THIS ONE TIME
- peter is fucking u so good, hitting your clit hard every time he carefully moves in & out of u. each thrust is slow & thought out. you’re in agony as you sit on peters lap while he fucks you hopelessly.
- “daddy,” you whimper.
- “what do you need, babygirl?”
- “i need to come, daddy.”
- “you want to come with my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours?”
- you moan in response. how is this man so composed, you look MESSY. all of a sudden peter hits your g spot HARD.
- “daddy!” u scream, way too loud.
- peter’s hand quickly covers your mouth as he continues fucking u.
- “get the hell off my daughter.” your dad calmly tells peter.
- oh fucking shit. didn’t even hear him come in. what did i just do. holy hell
- y’all just sitting there in shock
- peter is still inside you
- so that’s not good
- “peter you have 10 seconds to get out of stark tower before i kill you.”
- peter didn’t even fuck with the door or walking by mr. stark. he was out the window in 5 seconds flat
- “and you-“ your dad points to you. “get decent, come talk to me then.”
- well shit
- so u put lots of clothes on
- lookin like a fuckin nun
- feeling the holy spirit corse through you
- you are reborn a child of god
- no fucking the spiderman for you
- nope. uh uh.
- “y/n.” your dad approaches you when you step out of your room.
- “who gave you permission to do anything of that kind?” your dad asks you.
- you look around. ALL of the Avengers + Pepper are there staring at y’all
- cool 🙃
- “tony what is going on?” pepper asks, the first out of the group to speak.
- “yeah i don’t understand what’s happening.” natasha interjects
- “y/n here thinks it’s okay to just go around having sex with peter whenever & wherever she please.”
- “tony!” pepper yells at him.
- “what?” tony replies defensively
- “y/n is a young woman, that is her business.” pepper defends you.
- “the whole group don’t need to know. that’s just embarrassing for y/n.” natasha tells your dad. your race was tomato red.
- “my little girl was calling peter parker ‘daddy!’” tony yells back
- WHAT THE FUCK, DAD
- & THE FACE THAT STEVE & BUCKY MAKE AT EACH OTHER. THEY DID NOT WANT TO THAT INFORMATION EITHER
- “who let you think this is okay? with no protection?” your dad yells at you
- YIKES SIS REALLY DONT KNOW
- “i let her.” pepper speaks up. “i’ve been giving her birth control.”
- BIG OOF
- “what?” tony asks all confused like the dumb bitch he be sometimes
- “tony,” pepper says tryna calm him down. “y/n is __ years old. she is responsible enough for this.”
- “wow, okay, fine. anyone not think i’m crazy?” tony asks the group.
- “tony this is completely inappropriate.” natasha says, stepping closer to tony, a lil threatening.
- “steve?” tony asks, tryna get pry those morals out of him.
- “i think y/n can figure this one out.” steve replies
- OH SHIT SIS SNAPPED GET FUCKED
- “y/n, just go to your room.” your dad tells you defeated. “& next time you & peter… do stuff… lock the damn door.”
- & with that, you outtie. you go back into your room, sitting on your bed, taking it all in
- “is he gone?” peter pokes his head in through your window.
7 and 8 on the prompt list with a fluffy, pure reader x Peter Parker please? ❤
7: “I’m cold and you’re warm.”
8: “Shut up and get underneath my blanket.”
a/n: i wrote this at 2:30 am SO SORRY if it’s garbage i tried to give you all the fluff and teenage trouble i could muster… ew i’m cringing as i read this back oop
“There’s only one bed, sorry kids.”
You weren’t even listening to Tony as you swung the hotel room door open, revealing a tiny quaint room with a bed, sofa and a small TV set propped up against the corner. You felt Peter stiffen beside you at the mention of there only being one bed, causing you to sigh and turn around to beg Tony.
“Is there anyway you could get us a room with more than one bed?”
Tony sighed and shook his head sideways.
“Sorry kid- the entire place was packed by the time my secretary called in. It’s a miracle I was even able to get an extra for you two.”
Tony stared at the two of you with a soft smile before leaving the room.
“Good night! And no funny business while I’m gone!”
Peter blushed pink at Tony’s comment as you closed the door, jokingly rolling your eyes at your mentor’s remarks. The room suddenly felt awkward after Tony’s departure, as you and Peter both remained silent while staring at the single bed in confusion.
“So-” you both started, causing you and Peter to laugh quietly.
“You go first.” Peter muttered.
“I can take the couch.” you replied, picking up your bags and walking over to the sofa.
Peter stopped you by gently grabbing you by the wrist, stopping you from moving forward.
“I’ll sleep on the couch. It wouldn’t be right for you to have to sleep on the couch when you can take the bed.”
“But then you’ll be uncomfortable-”
Peter shook his head sideways, interrupting you.
“I’ll be fine. Besides, I much rather I be uncomfortable than… uh… you.”
Peter whispered the last part of his sentence, nervous that he was saying the wrong thing. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek as a thank you, a friendly gesture that you had gotten used to giving him ever since you’d join the Avengers team six months ago.
It took him a few moments and a confused expression on your face for him to realize that he’d just been standing there like an idiot after you’d kissed him on the cheek, dazed and stiff as you started to lay down your things on the bed. An embarrassed blush spread across his face as he quickly began to unpack his things, pretending to be busy. You secretly thought it was cute and laughed, causing Peter’s blush to worsen.
‘Great job, Peter. Now she probably thinks you’re a freak.’
“I don’t think you’re a freak.” you said softly, sitting on your bed and staring at Peter.
Peter’s eyes widened.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?”
You shook your head sideways.
“No… Sorry, sometimes your thoughts get really loud and I can’t block them out.”
Peter felt mortified and you quickly corrected yourself.
“But I-I promise, I never actually try to listen to your thoughts. And also, I could never think you were a freak. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met.”
Peter flushed red.
A comfortable silence settled over the room as the two of you changed into more comfortable clothes, ditching the mission gear and slipping underneath the covers. You grasped the string of the lamp and tugged, plunging the room into darkness.
“Good night, Peter.”
Peter settled into the couch, resting his head on the arm rest and yawned.
“Good night, (Y/n).”
Peter woke up to the sound of the harsh rain pelting against the window, along with the sudden chilliness of the room due to the drop in temperature from the weather.
He should’ve asked for a blanket. Shivering from the sudden cold, he sat up and rummaged through his bag as quietly as he could before pulling out a thin blanket from the plane and draping it over himself. It did nothing to protect him against the cold, however, as Peter quietly regretted ignoring May’s advice to bring a sweatshirt just in case it got cold.
Your sleepy voice cut through the noise of the rain.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” whispered Peter, feeling bad.
You ignored his question.
“Are you cold? Your thoughts were really loud.”
Peter sighed apologetically.
“No, I’m fine. Sorry for waking you-”
You sat up and turned on the lamp.
“Peter, I know you’re cold. You’re practically screaming that you’re freezing in your head.”
Peter turned around and shook his head sideways.
“No, it’s fine. You should go back to sleep-”
You rolled your eyes and ripped off your covers.
“Shut up and get underneath my blanket.”
Peter tried to refuse again but you practically forced him into it, quickly getting yourself out of bed and dragging Peter underneath the covers. You turned off the lamp without much thought, enveloping the room in darkness once more as you settled back underneath the blanket.
Peter’s mind was already going haywire at the fact that you were so close to him, your fragile breathing causing the bed to slightly dip with every breath you took. He could even smell your shampoo and feel your body warmth radiating off of your skin- all of which made Peter feel blushy and panicky.
You smiled upon hearing his loud thoughts and rolled over, causing your face to be a few inches away from Peter’s.
“I like you too, you know.”
Peter’s breath caught in his throat at your comment.
“You think really loudly, Pete. And even if I didn’t have the power to read minds, you’re kinda obvious with your blushing and stuttering. It’s cute… You’re cute.”
A small smile spread across Peter’s lips.
“Thanks… You’re cute too.”
You giggled, only to suddenly feel hands at your waist. You stared at Peter with an amused smile before he pulled you against his frame, his arms circling around your waist as his legs tangled with yours.
“What’s with the cuddling? Not that I’m complaining.”
Peter only groaned and buried his head in your hair.
“I’m cold, you’re warm.”
You laughed softly and shut your eyes, starting to feel exhaustion settle back in.
“Okay Peter. Good night- again, I guess.”
“Good night.” responded Peter, yawning.
You silently stayed awake, hearing his breaths even out and his hands still as he drifted off to sleep. And you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face when you heard the last thought he had before he passed out.
Don’t tell dad.Peter Parker x Stark!Reader. ENDGAME SPOILERS-SWIPE FAST BROS.
Author’s note:Hullo hullo brotharz!!! Thanks for the requests i’ll try to write and post them the same day i receive them. Love y'all, stay happy.
Request by @poetryandhermuse : Helloz. Could I please request a peter Parker X stark!reader head canon post endgame BUT tony must be alive in it. So like a very itty- bitty banter filled hc about how the reader and peter keep hiding their fling from tony and peter and reader are like siblings to Morgan and sam and Bucky lowkey know about their “thing” pls uwu thanks
Warning: Smut, swearing, jewelry fetish (?), dom! Peter parker slight bdsm (bondage) orgasm denial, over stimulation, bullying
Requested: No. Please do send in requests.
Pairing: Peter Stark x Reader
Summary: Peter gets fed up with the bullying then reveals a fantasy.
(Also why is this scene so hot? Like??? It’s illegal to look hot that much okay Tom?)
Peter would never be one to show off his wealth, he was humble, a trait his father was proud of yet confused by.
All his life Peter had every thing he could ever want and need and Tony made sure he was well loved as well and yet Peter didn’t like showing off or even making it known that he was rich but there would be times when Tony knew the Kid felt a little more confident than other days it usually happens when something good happens like when the two of you started dating, the next day Peter wore a limited editon Gucci jacket he was aware of the stares and he loved it.
Peter usually doesn’t splurge but whenever he gets the chance to give you something he would always go all out.
His first gift to you was 3 months after you started dating, he’d gotten you a diamond ring and you stared at him in shock
‘Peter, I love you with all my heart but I really don’t think we’re ready for that" you say nervously
“What?” He looks at you confused then looks at the ring again and realization dawns on his face and he laughs
“oh baby, I’m not proposing” he chuckles slipping the ring on your ring finger
“Not yet at least. This is a promise ring” He smiles at you.
“A promise ring? Peter this must have cost you millions how much even is this?” you were scared to even find out the numbers behind the expensive ring sitting on your finger
“Babe, don’t worry about it, this is nothing. I only want the best for my girl.” He smiles at you and as much as you want to melt right there you were still concerned about him spending so much money on you.
“Baby, really it’s no problem, please just accept it?”
After that the gifts seem to only go up in price from dresses to shoes and bags and the only time he gave you a gift that was below thousands of dollars was a photo album that he put together of his favorite pictures of you since he loved to take pictures and he made a scrapbook out of it and gifted it to you on your birthday.
Today was one of the days when Peter felt a little confident, you knew because he used his favorite Balenciaga shoes and you can smell his favorite Valentino fragrance on him. He greeted you with a kiss as he walked up to you a smile never leaving his face
“Well hello sunshine, what’s got you in such a good mood?” You greeted smiling widely at him
“Nothing, I just finally finished the project I was working on down at the lab” He answers smiling even wider than earlier
He always felt a little more confident whenever he finishes a project, he feels accomplished and thus trigger his 'Stark!’ side.
“Well congratulations, tiger. I’m very happy for you.” you said smiling brightly at him
He takes your hand in his and your knuckles before walking you to your class. He waves as you go in and heads to his class
You meet again later at lunch where you eat with him, ned and mj at your usual spot. You were all discussing plans of going to Peter’s place for a movie night in the coming weekend when Flash walks up to your table
“Sup Penis?” He says with a smirk
“What do you want, Flash?” Peter replies flatly
“Well I just wanted to say hello to lovely (y/n) over here” He says eyeing you.
“Well you’ve said it, can you go now?” You ask sharply
“No need to get riled up princess, hey give me a call when Penis over here can’t satisfy you anymore” He says teasingly
“No thanks, I’m sure a chipmunk could satisfy me better that you can ever satisfy any girl on this planet’ You smiled fakely
"What the fuck did you sa-” Flash grabs your arm and Peter immediately grabs his arm and twists it
“Grab my girl again and you won’t have an arm next time” Peter says darkly
“Whatever, Penis. Everybody knows your 'Balenciaga’ shoes are fake anyway.” Flash pulls his arm away and huffs in irritaion
“You mean like all your 'designer clothes?” Peter fires back quickly. “impressive though maybe next time cut off the tag that says poshmark, yeah?” He says with a hint of amusement
Flash gets flustered by the remark and stomps away.
“God, when will he ever leave us alone?” you say rolling your eyes.
You continue the rest of the day without any more interruptions but Peter seems a little off ever since the encounter in the cafeteria so you when you get to his place like you usually do you decide to drag him up his room and confront him
“okay what’s up?” you ask as you lock the door to his room and sit down next to him on his bed
“it’s nothing babe, just tired” he smiles a forced smile at you and he knew you weren’t convinced.
“Peter? Honest answer?” You ask once again raising your eyebrows at him
“I just… thought about what Flash said earlier.” he admits
“Which one?” you ask
“The one where I uhm- don’t satisfy you” He answers slowly and his face flushed of embarrassment his eyes not meeting yours as he was obviously shy about the subject.
Peter was always shy around talking about sex but he listened to what you said you liked and tried to implement it to your sex life as much as he could, he never really told you any fantasies or fetishes and kinks. He was incredibly shy when during your first time but he was amazing.
“Aw baby,” you laugh at him amused making his face flushed more “you’ve done nothing but satisfy me both on and off the bed, okay? You always do.” you say sincerely cupping his face with your hand and making him look up at you.
“What I’m more worried about is if I’m satisfying you” you say
“What? Of course you do, baby.” He says looking up at you confused
“Well you never really tell me what you like, what turns you on and such” you say shrugging
“Well, you turn me on baby, everything you do turns me on” He says holding your face and swiping gently on your cheek.
“So no fetishes, kinks, fantasies?” you ask
“Well..” he leads on
“so there is! Mr. Peter Stark has a kink!” you chuckle throwing your hands up in success “What is it babe?” you ask smiling
“it’s weird really, it’s fine if we don’t do it, it’s okay, we don’t have to” Peter rambles.
“Baby, it’s fine. tell me please?” you say pouting.
“fine its uh- umh- it’s more of a fantasy I guess?” he stutters as he starts and you hum telling him to continue
“uhm I wanna fuck you while you’re wearing diamonds and heels and nothing else.” he says shyly expecting you to reject the idea
This shocks you a bit but then you remember all the times he’s given you diamond accessories and how happy he was but also nervous when you wear them, it turned him on seeing you wear expensive things he buys you.
“uhm- well I don’t exactly have your gifts on me right now?” you say still a little shocked.
“wait, your want to do it?” he asks surprised
“well yeah, it actually sounds really hot amd I’d love to do it with you but i don’t have your gifts on me right now.” you say
“uhm- well there’s an uhm box in my closet filled with those kind of things if you really want?” he says nervously, your breath hitches
“you keep a box full of diamonds in case i agree with your fantasy?” you ask
“Well, kinda? I was planning on giving you those things anyway but uhm you found out” he says swallowing nervously.
“okay, let me get changed and-” you start but Peter cuts you off, “actually uhm, can I- can I do it?” Peter asks shyly a tone of hopefulness in his voice
“do what?” you ask confused
“Can I uhm- put it on you?” he requests his face heating up and you can’t help but smile at how cute he looks
“okay babe, do what you want with me” you say smiling and stand up.
Peter starts to undress you as soon as he hears your approval his hands fumbling with your shirt, you lift your hands to let him take it off revealing your belly button peircing. Next was your pants, he unbuttones your jeans and slides the zipper down he slips it off your body leaving your underwear, he takes off your bra next leaving you practically naked. He steps back and stares at you
“you look beautiful baby.” he leans in and kisses you on the lips “I’ll get the things go sit on the bed” he says and goes to his walk in closet,
he’s gone for a couple of minutes before returning with a big box he opens it and everything sparkles in your eyes. Every piece looks amazingly beautiful and crazy expensive. He reaches for the shoes first.
He kneels in front of you and slips the heels on your feet leaving kisses as he does next he pulled out two thick diamond bracelets and clasps it around both of your wrists followed by several thin diamond rings slipping them through your fingers he kisses the back of your hand after. He pulls out a thick diamond chocker and kisses your neck before clasping it around your neck and then the final piece is a diamond chain bra, it covers nothing but it’s surprisingly more comfortable than you thought it would be.
He steps back to look at his handy work he gulps visibly “fuck baby girl, you look better than I thought you would.” he says breathless
You feel shy all of a sudden, you weren’t used to having billions of dollars in your body but you certainly loved Peter’s reaction to it.
“Go lie down baby girl” Peter instructs and you comply you lie down flatly in the bed looking at the mirror on the top of his bedroom and you see how sexy you look with all of Peter’s jewels on and you gasp slightly at the sight.
Peter notices your reaction. “You look perfect don’t you, baby?” you look back at him and he’s putting on his web shooters “Why are you wearing those? You asked him confused
"you’ll find out soon, love” he smiles gently at you. “Karen, do not disturb protocol, please” He orderes to the AI
“Do not disturb protocol enabled.” Karen replies
Peter walks up to you and lies on top of you using his arms to lift him up away from your face so he doesn’t crush you. He then kisses you hungrily you kiss him back with the same force, one of his hands go down between you two and plays with your clit through the fabric of your underwear.
You gasp lightly at the contact. He stops kissing you and put your hands up above your head and shoots webs making your hand stick to the head board
“As much as I love your hands, I wanna be in control tonight love” He says lust clear in his eyes, be takes off your underwear and he kisses you again an continues to play with you clit
“So wet, love” Peter comments pulling away from your lips
“All for you” you sigh as the pressure inside you builds up as he plays with you. He pulls away from your lips and licks one thing of your nipples that were sticking out from the bra, he pushes a single digit inside you and you arch your back in pleasure
“Baby please,” you whine wanting more than his fingers. “Be patient, love” He replies pushing another digit in and curling his fingers in a 'come here’ motion you gasp in delight as he finger fucks you and you feel yourself so close to your orgasm
“Baby, I’m close fuck” you pant and he pulls his fingers out in an instant “Peter, what?” you asked him in outrage, Peter never denied you of your orgasm cause he loves the face you make when you do. He stands up and slips a sleeping mask over your eyes and slips your underwear back on.
He simply smiles at you and stands up “I think that’s enough for now, baby” he says walking towards his bathroom
“What?? Peter you can’t be serious? At least get me out of here! I swear to god Peter Stark if you leave me like this you’re not allowed to touch me for the rest of the year!” you shout at him as he enters the bathroom
He looks back at you and smiles “I’ll take my chances, love” he winks and closes the door. You let out a frustrated growl cause you can’t even touch yourself and as much as you pull at your wrist, the web won’t come off.
You silently curse Peter in your head while glaring at the bathroom door when you suddenly feel vibrations coming from your underwear then you hear the shower start to run.
“Peter Stark, you little shit” you mutter unbelievably. You feel the intensity increasing and you can’t help but whimper helplessly.
Within minutes you’re trembling from the violent orgasm that hit you and you had an inkling feeling that it wouldn’t be you’re last
By the time that you heard Peter got out of the bathroom you were a whimpering mess after your third orgasm tears were streaming down your face
“Peter, please” you begged. Peter lifted the sleeping mask off your face and immediately an apoligetic look us written all over his face “shh baby, I got you. I’m sorry, love.” He apologized over and over as he slipped the underwear off you and desolved the web in your arms
“I’m sorry baby,” he says holding you close to him “I took it too far, I’m sorry, baby” he whispered
“hey, it’s okay, Peter. I like this side of you” You explain your voice soft
“but I took it too far” He whispers in your ear
“I could’ve asked you to stop it, I liked it, Peter. But I’d like it better if you’d fuck me.” you say against his neck
“you sure, babe?” He asked, a concerned look on his face
“Please, Peter. I need to feel you inside me” you beg quietly
And just like that a fire sparked in his eyes spreading your legs apart and before you could process it, Peter is thrusting himself inside you. You moan out loud and arch your back from the sudden pleasure spreading throughout your body, you hear him silently curse and he began slowly thrusting in and out of you
The slow pace was familiar to the both of you and while you usually didn’t mind it you need more of him
“Faster, Peter” you whimper between moans. Peter obeyed your requests and quickened the pace, your head hitting against his headboard and left you a moaning mess, scratching his back.
One of his hands went to your clit, increasing the pleasure you’ve been feeling nearly sending you over the edge
“Fuck Peter, I’m coming” you moan “Hold it for me, baby” he says breathlessly his thrusts becoming sloppy
“Baby, please I need to cum, please let me cum” you whine against his skin “wait for me baby” he commands softly continuing to drive you insane till he feels himself coming close
“okay, love cum for me” as if on queue, you tremble against him as he thrusts into you riding out your high and he comes inside you filling you to the brim.
He lies down panting beside you, holding you close to him and kissing your forehead.
“Thank you, baby.” he mutters against your head. You look up to him confusion on your face “What for, bub?” you ask him
“For letting me do this with you.” he kisses you in the lips. You hum in approval
“it’s nothing, baby. I enjoyed it. Didn’t know you had this side of you though” you chuckle against his lips and sending him a wink
“Well I couldn’t let you have all the fun, now can I princess?” He laughs.
“Fair point” you smile to him
“Let me take care of you, princess he says standing up and removing the jewelry from your body and picking you up towards the bathroom.
Safe to say that wasn’t the last time that you saw that side of Peter Stark
A/N: Hi. Hello there. How are you, my dudes? I am here to welcome you into my weird ass journey on researching spiders and their sexual tendencies. Starting with me thinking about what else could a spider bite give Peter beside his strength and senses, oh wait, senses? As in sensitivity? Hold on what if— Then skip to me googling such things as “spider sex” and “the most NSFW spider sex practices.” My searching history is… pretty questionable, to say the least. Basically, I was searching for something like “spider heat.” I found nothing similar, although spiders are indeed sex freaks, and not in a cute way. However, although spiders don’t have heats, I decided that Peter Parker will. You know, for content. This piece, besides being a smut for smut’s sake, introduces a concept of Peter Parker going into heats. His spider senses provide him with hyper sensibility and periodical extreme horniness. This is totally inspired by the Sex Pollen series, written by the lovely @lousimusician. Be sure to read it, it’s so goddamn good! I couldn’t resist exploring a similar concept of unrelieved arousal. Also, that’s a long-ass introduction for a smut, lmao, let’s move on. Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!S/O Word count: 1.8k Warnings: Smut. This time not direct, but still strongly smut-related. Seriously, it’s so filthy. Just the way you like it Summary: After starting his sex life in a relationship, Peter found out his spider senses have a perk(debatable) that comes with his strength and the sense of danger. It’s the reoccurring heat - a terrible sense of horniness, which can only be relieved through sex. And we all know how that goes.
She tried to always be with Peter during his heat periods, because, first, it was a serious productivity block and there was no chance Peter could do anything in heat and second, to put the sex itself aside, it was a serious torture for him; his sensitivity being through the roof, Peter couldn’t even lie still, because anything his skin touched caused a huge wave of arousal to go over his body, sending Peter into spasms and shudder. Peter and she were tracking his heats: marking them to be able to prepare in advance, canceling plans and staying in when it happened. They weren’t happening that often, every six months or so, but exactly because they were rare it was easy to forget about them.
She really tried to stay with him. But as far as luck goes, there are always unfortunate exceptions. Peter was out in the city, patrolling the streets; he knew she had plans with her friends, so he wouldn’t see her until tonight, which was fine. They’ve been living together for a while now, and it wasn’t anything unusual. Peter was swinging in between the buildings when he felt his body tingle a bit. He was getting gradually warmer. He brushed it off at first: it was a sunny day out and he was under direct sunlight a lot. But then, the warmth started slowly travelling down to the lower part of his body and it hit him.
Fuck. Oh fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
He forgot. He absolutely forgot. How could he forget? He shot another string of webs but missed the building and nearly fell down, catching himself last moment and landing on a nearby roof sloppily, rolling head over heels. Catching his balance, Peter finally balanced himself and looked down: the bulge on his crotch was already growing bigger and his suit was not helping at all; it was emphasizing the problem if anything.
“Shit,” Peter mumbled. His breath was already heavy, and not from the web swinging he’s been doing. He was pretty far from their shared apartment and didn’t have a change of clothes or his phone with him. He had to make it back home before the heat became worse, cause if he’s late, he’ll be stuck somewhere in the city with an infinite huge boner, unable to move. Peter cursed again and quickly looked around, trying to understand his current location. Suddenly, the tightness of the suit started to feel even tighter than usual, and Peter’s cock twitched, forcing out the first mewl out of him.
He had to move fast.
Finding the right direction, he shot out the webs and proceeded to move through the city, as fast as he could. His body was growing hotter every second, his mouth was starting to salivate more intensely, and the head of his penis was beginning to hurt as if the heat somehow saw the discomfort of his position and rushed to catch him before his return. Peter’s mind was slowly going hazy and casting off into various sexual images. He started thinking about his girlfriend: her hands were roaming his body; he swore he could feel the wetness of her lips on his skin. There she was, caressing his earlobe with her teeth, slowly getting down on him, unzipping his pants and—
“No no no no no, you stop that,” Peter panted, shaking his head. He was getting close to home, as the tall skyscrapers gradually changed into shorter apartment buildings. But she was also getting close, her lips dangerously near his already pulsating member. Peter’s cock twitched again, and he shot his webs past the building, losing his grip and falling down. Thankfully, he was swinging pretty low and his fall onto some street wasn’t as painful as it could be. The impact sent his body into a spasm from oversensitivity, and Peter moaned loudly as he tried to get up. Looking up, already unable to see clearly, Peter saw people gathering around him, taking out their phones. One of them reached their hand and touched his elbow, helping him up. A light human touch almost sent Peter into oblivion, because it felt like someone wrapped their lips around the head of his cock. He was already leaking precum, and this was a terrible sign: he had minutes before his body would reach the heat in its entirety. The image of his girlfriend was back. Resting against asphalt on his elbows, Peter suddenly saw her underneath him, her tongue out, grinding against his hips. His cock was so hot now, it felt like he was ins i d e h e r
Peter whimpered as the image of his girlfriend disappeared again. He was losing it. Using the last bits of his strength, he looked up to try and understand where he was. And thank god, he recognized the neighborhood. Their apartment building was right around the corner. He only needed to web himself up one last time and swing into the window.
“Hey, Spiderman, you alright?” someone asked in concern.
“I’m f-fine,” Peter whined and shot the web in front of him. Gladly, it clung onto the wall and allowed him to yank himself up in the air one last time before shooting another web right near their apartment’s window, which oh my god was left open. Peter flew inside in one motion, collapsing onto the floor. He immediately pressed a button on his chest and released his body from the suit, moaning as it slid down his skin, which felt like dozens of hands caressing him. His girlfriend was back underneath him, holding his cock against her flaming hot folds
Her image was dispersed by Peter’s saliva dripping onto the ground from his parted lips. He whimpered, completely out of breath, struggling to close his mouth. Shaking, Peter got up and made his way to the nightstand to grab his phone.
the heat we forgot babe come back please come back
He finally climbed onto the bed, taking his pants off on the way. Grabbing his cock, he squeezed it, trying to relieve the pressure but ending up only adding more to the tip. It was leaking lavishly, making Peter whine without rest. He closed his eyes shut and bit on his lip, trying to hold himself together. His body was on fire: his senses were through the roof and even the slightest contact of the sheets with his skin, the smallest motion around the bed sent a jolt of arousal through him, making him moan. He felt like the entirety of his body was one huge erogenous spot, and he was being teased, touched and licked all over and at the same time, nothing was actually being done to him, and his body longed for these sensations with desperation.
A moaning mess, Peter turned himself over, pressing his face into the pillow, and started jerking himself off vigorously, in fast rough motions. His girlfriend was right at his ear, losing it, whining his name, as his palm turned into her folds, similarly wet from all the precum leaking all around his shaft. Salivating all over the pillowcase, Peter brought himself extremely close to an orgasm, but his arousal stopped moments before the very peak and did not move any higher, denying him the relief. Peter sobbed, biting harder onto his lip, buckling his hips into the mattress, desperate for facilitation. That was the worst part of it all: Peter was not able to orgasm without his girlfriend. Such intense excitability needed direct contact with a pu—
“Fu-uck,” Peter moaned, unable to even think of that word anymore. He had no sane thoughts left in his head. All there was were endless images of his cock sliding in and out of his girlfriend’s cunt, her tongue running up and down his length, moans, wetness, friction, and continuously growing hotness. Grabbing his phone again with his free hand, Peter looked at the chat, hoping to see an update.
But there was none.
His messages had the ‘received’ check, but they were still unread.
Of course. She’s with her friends, she probably doesn’t even have her phone near her. If she never reads those messages and only finds out after eventually getting home… Peter didn’t know if he could make it through the day. He wasn’t even sure if he could make it through the next hour. He could feel his cock pulsating, it was pounding in his ears and sending impulses through his entire figure, teasing every inch of his body.
“Ple-ease,” he sobbed, coiling in desperation, tears prickling in his eyes. Peter was on an unending edge. And he didn’t know how much else he would last.
* * *
She loved spending time with her friends. They kind of separated since high school, but their meetings, although now happening less often, were always filled with life updates and stories, because everyone had a ton and a few kilos of info they were willing to share with each other.
“So, yeah, although it has been two dates already, I’m still not sure if he’s boyfriend material,” one of the girls ended, shrugging her shoulders. The other one, sitting next, quickly caught the thought.
“By the way, about boyfriend material,” she stirred the drink in her glass with a straw, “how’s the nerd king doing?”
No names were called, but it was pretty obvious the girl was referring to Peter. “The Nerd Queen,” as she has been hailed as, jerked her head upwards at the change of topic.
“He’s great,” she said, fixing her hair.
“Is he still doing that Stark Internship of his?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty busy,” she smirked to herself, images of Peter in his Spiderman suit swinging around the city passing through her head.
“Damn, I wish I had such a solid job opportunity. I bet he doesn’t have to worry about his future at all!”
“Of course not, it’s only fair! With brains like his…”
“It’s not perfect. Yeah, it’s a solid job, but it’s… pretty tough,” she said, now recalling all the times she had to fix Peter up after his missions. Oh, about Peter.
“Actually, thanks for reminding me. I should probably check on him, see if he’s done working.”
She took her bag, which was hanging on her chair and calmly searched for the phone. Finally getting a hold of it, she took it out to find a few pending new messages from Peter. Speak of the devil, she thought. Her cheerful demeanor, however, was quickly gone when she read the content of the texts.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
She jumped up, her heart beating like insane. These messages were sent three hours ago. How long has he been like this? Oh no. Oh, she’s so stupid! How could she forget? Why didn’t she look at the phone sooner? This is bad.
“The heat?…” one of her friends raised her brow, looking at her in confusion. Realizing she said it out loud, her lips parted, her mind searching for an explanation.
“The heater. I-I-I forgot to—to—to turn off the heater!”
“Are you okay?”
“I gotta go! I’ll see you later, okay?”
She grabbed her bag and took off, running as fast as she could.
“Oh, Peter, please, hang in there. I’m on my way.”
so you know how peter parker named his AI, karen? well plankton from spongebob’s computer wife is named karen. knowing that peter is well educated in pop-culture we can assume that this is no coincidence. in this essay i-
Summary: The first halfway decent guy in the galaxy (Y/N) has met happens to be a disaster of a human being, Peter Parker. Unfortunately, both of their guardians are more than a little protective of them.
Requested by & Anon: Can you write a Peter Parker x reader where they meet in the final battle in Endgame and she’s, like, Captain Marvel’s sidekick/second-in-command, so Carol is protective of her?
Key: (Y/N) - your name, (L/N) - last name Warnings: mentioned kidnapping, mentioned memory loss, mentioned forced military service, battles, injuries, stitches, injuries being stitched, cursing definitely Word Count: 2,135
Note: i…had too much fun with this. Pls give me more carol and tony and peter and
“So…they decided to find the stones and bring back past Thanos– all without telling you?” (Y/N) questioned.
Her mentor, Carol Danvers, sighed. “Yep, that’s about it.”
Their conversation seemed relaxed, but the two were soaring through space in modified Kree uniforms, decorated in red, blue, and gold. Carol used the suit’s built in helmet only to communicate with (Y/N), who had to have her suit fully on for space travel.
Unlike Carol, (Y/N) had no special powers. She was simply a well-trained human being that had been taken by the Kree after she had a run-in with Skrulls. She couldn’t remember a thing of her old life, much like Carol had experienced a while back. When they met, Carol couldn’t help taking the girl under her wing.
So, there they were, mentor and apprentice, racing to the aid of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.
“Approaching the compound,” Carol said suddenly. “Get your gear ready, kiddo.”
“I thought I was First Lieutenant,” (Y/N) teased.
Carol snorted. “That’s Monica. You’re Second Lieutenant and you know it.” They shared a laugh before she went serious. “I’ll take down the ship, you find the other Captain and see what you can do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said instantly.
They approached the compound sight and zoomed into the fight. Carol went for the ship, as she said, while (Y/N) flew down, using suit modifications that had been made for her, and looked for Captain Rogers.
“Danvers, we could use the assist,” a man said.
She spotted the man of red, white, and blue and landed in front of him, knowing instantly that she was in the right place.
“Captain Rogers?” (Y/N) asked, standing tall with her shoulders back.
pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 4.4K warnings: language, angst, mj is bout to #fight, peter digs himself into an even deeper hole (shocking, I know) a/n: this wasn’t edited too much cause I wanted to post it before it got too late, but hope you guys enjoy! I’m not too pleased with the ending and again this is kind of a filler chapter, but it was originally gonna be longer and I ended up adding another chapter to the series and extending this one, so that’s why it might seem like a drag, yikes. hope you guys enjoy anyway lmao!
masterlist in bio ~ I do NOT have a taglist
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Brown,” you answered immediately, not even realizing you had a favorite until the question was asked. It seemed like every day you liked a different color more, but as soon as he asked you realized you had an answer. All you could think about was Peter, and it seemed like the answer came to you.
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” you felt your cheeks warm up a little.
“No I won’t, pinky promise,” Spider-Man stuck out his pinky and you bit your lip to keep from smiling as you hooked your pinky with his.
This was probably the fourth time this week he’s surprised you with a visit, like he had been doing for the last few weeks. It was the weekend and you were reading on your fire escape when he showed up, the eyes of his mask squinting like he might be grinning as he greeted you.
Now he was comfortable enough to give you a pinky promise and talk about your favorite color, apparently.
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- so peter wants you to move into stark tower with him
- & you’re like, “peter. issa no from me.”
- but he just won’t give up. “rents expensive though!” “it’ll be so much more convenient!” “i need to make sure you’re safe.”
- “peter. for the last time, no.”
- & the lil baby is so sad. like he really doesn’t understand why you don’t wanna move in with him & you hate seeing him like this.
- “i don’t wanna be a nuisance.” you confess.
- and peter LAUGHS at you
- so you’re outraged, obviously.
- “is something funny, parker?”
- once he finally gains his composure he tells you how you could never bother him + all the avengers are literally in love with you.
- so you cave. you’re moving into stark tower.
- “bout time.” cap smirks as you walk through the door with peter & a suitcase. he doesn’t even look up from his newspaper or black coffee. because if you haven’t heard, cap reps those dad vibes all day erryday.
- so peter wants to help you unpack into his room & he’s cleaned out all these drawers & closet space for you,
- “peter, i don’t even have that much stuff!”
- “mi casa su casa.” he says. also, when peter speaks spanish you are WEAK™️ bc let’s be real, who isn’t.
- so you finally get to sleep in the bed you share with peter, not just his bed.
- also, yall fucked of course.
- so you walk into the kitchen the next morning, peters already awake & making you some of your breakfast drink of choice.
- “how’d you sleep?” peter asks you, all cute & doe eyed from just waking up.
- “really good!” you smile.
- “it didn’t sound like yall were sleeping.” cap says like he some smooth ass motherfucker.
- so thor is on the floor laughing right.
- falcon is laughing while holding peter back from trying to kill cap.
- you are kinda just standing there mortified & such.
- tony walks in, completely oblivious to what all has transpired. he sees peter, his eyes go wide like he has something urgent to tell him.
- “peter,” tony begins. “nice job my man.” he jokes.
- everyone back on the floor. you’re laughing. peters trying to act like he’s still mad. it’s not working.
- “we love you, y/n.” thor tells you.
- “please don’t move out. we need more estrogen in here.” nat begs.
- “i’m staying, im staying.” you speak, still recovering from laughing so hard.
Summary: After the soul stone, Peter needs to pick Y/N back up
PETER PARKER X READER
A/N: NO ENDGAME SPOILERS BUT THERE IS A SMALL REFERENCE TO IT THAT’LL ONLY MAKE SENSE IF YOU’VE SEEN IT. IF YOU HAVEN’T, SEEN ENDGAME YET, YOU WONT SEE THE REFERENCE
Y/N had known Peter since the two were just a bit older than babies. Y/N’s parents knew Peters family, they would babysit for one another. Y/N and Peter would play together, they spent hours watching The Power Rangers until they fell asleep on the sofa.
Y/N was there when Peter lost his parents. She held him as he wept into his shoulder, he was there for the seven year old who had already been through so much at such a young age. Y/N was there when Peter was forced to move in with Aunt May and Uncle Ben, she helped him move his tiny boxes of toys from his parents house to Aunt May’s and Uncle Ben’s.
what a cutie!! i want to be peter’s friend so hekkin bad like i can’t even explain in words jsdahfhkjhdjfh anyways this is a list of things that being besties with peter would most likely entail. hope you love it <3
peter would be like the “partner in crime” type of best friend
sometimes they go a little far?
like that one time you both got tony blackout drunk and shaved his goatee into the shape of a dick
tony didn’t mind a little dirty prank though, especially from you and peter
buT, steve on the other hand
M I S T E R A M U R I C A
this man HAD IT when you put mint hair dye in his shampoo bottle
but your puppy eyes and peter’s quick wits got you guys out of these situations with ease
referencing vines and memes at any chance you guys get
honestly being biffles with peter would just be… a lot of puns and jokes and meme-ing
like all the damn time
playfully being hella rude to each other but strangers seeing it as being legit arguments
“peter, what is this behaviour?!”
“get off my back. got it?” if you know where this is from i actually will marry you
individually, you guys weren’t very social butterflies
but put you guys together
and we have a W H O L E different story
convincing each other to go to parties
it would be rare for the two of you to be drinking at the same time
bc you gotta watch each other’s back
you were the one who would be blackout drunk most of the time though
you see… you guys would cook together a lot
peter comes over to your place at least a couple times a week with groceries and cooks a meal for the two of you while ranting to you
so, as one would, you’re not gonna deny the right for him to rant when he’s giving you free foOd LMAO
jkjk im kidding ignore me pls
peter nags you all the time
“y/n, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“whY ARE YOU FAILING CHEM!?”
and you don’t even know how he knows these things bc a) he isn’t around to see your room and b) you never tell him when you’re doing poorly in chem
you call him out for this
and this little shIT
admits to learning your password to your gradebook after watching you log into it so many times and he knows that you were awake that one time, because he was stalking your activity on instagram
sometimes he really freaks you out
you always question how he manages to have to time to be up your ass all day and all night
and he just shrugs like he’s innocent at heart
peter ALWAYS spams your texts with the most unnecessary updates on his life
“i had a real thicc hamburger today”
“but they didn’t take the tomatoes out like i wanted them to”
“sad reaccs only”
you’ll go on adventures in the middle of the night
and you’ll go on a lot of photoshoots together
you’ve seen him breakdown several times
and you’re always the one to help him through it
when you’re down, he’s the best one to help you feel better
he will motivate you instantly, tugging you out of bed, pulling your guitar out and strumming and singing randomly until he forces a laugh out of you
lets you borrow his clothes, because it’s his softest spoT
takes a million dumb selfies on your phone and you don’t have the heart to delete them
always trying to get him to dance with you, but the two of you can never be serious
can be pretty clingy
and always wants to facetime for hours on end and will avoid doing other things because he wants to sit and talk to you for a really long time