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Could we get a Peter Ballard x fem!reader fanfic where they fall asleep cuddling in her bed and Peter accidentally forgets to go back to his own room so they get found out by Brenner? With Peter being all protective and ‘don’t touch her’ over the reader and like trying to take all the blame and hiding her behind him to try and keep her safe? Fluffy ending please. Sorry I know it’s pretty detailed lol

71. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

summary: after he spends the night in your room, your secret relationship with peter is discovered.

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?

note: this is a little long i will add a read more tag to it tomorrow !!

You woke to the soft sounds of Peter’s delicate breathing. His messy, blonde hair was sprawled across your pillows and his head was tucked into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist and below the white blanket that was covering the two of you, your legs were intertwined, creating a mess of limbs.

You slowly turned your body to face him, dragging a single finger down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. His face was illuminated only by the small stream of light coming in through the blinds of your window. You studied the details of his face; the way his lips were a little chapped, the way his long eyelashes fell gently onto his cheeks, and the redness of his nose, which indicated the winter weather could be felt even from inside the lab. A small smile made its way onto his face, giving away his awakening. “You’re staring,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You’re so beautiful, Peter,” you whispered back, continuing to draw little shapes across his face with your index finger. His nose scrunched as you found a ticklish point near the base of his ear.

Quick, constant footsteps throughout the hallway outside you room alerted both of you to the time. It was well past the time Peter would usually sneak away back to his own room. A pit of anxiety began to grow in your stomach as Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he held a finger to his lips, signaling you to remain quiet. He calmly placed a soothing kiss to the crown of your head, untangling himself from you and standing up. He had fallen asleep in his work clothes, which were now wrinkled and he looked quite disheveled. Doing his best to make himself seem more presentable, he placed an ear against your door, listening intently for any sign of approaching footsteps. When he concluded that it was safe, he cracked the door open, peering out. Before exiting, he sent you a grin and a promise to see you later.

The rainbow room was your favorite in the entire building. The children were allowed to play and explore using their talents and you were allowed more time with Peter, who often patrolled the room with you. You noticed that he looked far more presentable than he did that morning, his hair was neatly fixed and he had changed his clothes, opting for an outfit with less wrinkles. To preserve the secrecy of your relationship, the two of you chose not to interact very much in front of the children, however, the lingering glances spoke enough for the both of you. From his place next to 011, Peter caught your stare, sending you a barely noticeable wave and a tight smile.

The sound of a door opening caught the attention of everyone in the room. Dr. Brenner entered the room, eyeing each of the children before his eyes finally landed on you. “Miss Y/L/N and Mr Ballard, I need to see both of you in my office,” the tone of his voice frightened you and you sent a worried glance towards Peter, who kept his eyes on Brenner. The two of you followed Dr. Brenner out of the rainbow room and down the scarily white hallways of the lab.

Brenner’s office was a place you had visited very rarely. The walls were white and decorated only by various awards he’d won over the years. Everything seemed to have a specific place and was organized neatly. Two guards stood menacingly on either side of the room and you gulped as you suspected what this was about. Brenner took a seat behind his desk, motioning for you and Peter to take the two chairs across from him. “I suspect the two of you know what this is about,” Brenner leaned forehead, intertwining his fingers on top of his desk. “Perhaps you should blame Mr. Ballard’s blatant ignorance and disregard for security cameras,” Brenner’s dark eyes fell on you as he spoke, his tone becoming more hostile as he continued. When neither you not Peter responded, Brenner motioned the guards forward. “Take them to the electric shock room,” he demanded, standing and casually stretching his limbs.

Peter’s chair created a loud screeching noise that captured the attention of the room as he abruptly stood up. He struggled against the guard’s grip, thrashing about as he tried to free himself. The other guard quickly grabbed you by the arms, dragging you slightly. “Don’t touch her!” Peter’s unusually gruff voice rang through the air as he tried to reach for you. “It was my fault! Please, she didn’t do anything!” He begged, tears filling his waterline as he attempted once more to free himself. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!” Brenner seemed to perk up at Peter’s words and emotions, holding up a hand to stop the guard from dragging you from the room. “If Mr. Ballard wants to take the blame for this, we’ll let him. Escort Miss Y/L/N to her room and take Mr. Ballard to the electric shock room.” Peter’s eyes never left yours as he was violently dragged from the room and down the hall.

You didn’t see Peter for the rest of the day, choosing to lock yourself into your room and hide in your bed instead. As night fell, your room became too dark to see, however, as your door knob rattled and turned, a bright light filled the room from the hall. You peaked up over your blanket, watching as Peter made his way slowly into your room, softly closing the door behind him. A groan escaped his lips as he sat down on your bed, pain evident on his face. “Peter?” You mumbled, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his back, resting your head on his back. “Hi, darling,” he greeted, visibly relaxing at your touch. You gently pulled him down to lay beside you, your hand finding his hair. “Why’d you take the blame?” You inquired, running a hand through soft, blonde locks. He smiled wryly, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hands tugging through his hair.

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

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Irondad + Things we wanted but never got: Endgame Edition

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tony stark loves peter parker and just want to protect him

when tony meets peter, he shows interest in him, he tries to find out if peter is a good person, before recruiting him 

peter was already spiderman and tony just gave him more protection with a new suit

he believes in him when no one does

he brings peter into fight because he thinks captain wouldn’t hurt him, and he hoped they wouldn’t have to fight

after all the sufferings he’s been through, after being betrayed, after seeing his parents get murdered, and after being left alone in siberia, the first thing he does is taking peter home

tony is scared for peter, so he creates him a suit with everything he might need, to protect him

he puts a parachute in his suit because he saw pepper and rhodey almost die falling, and doesn’t want it to happen to peter

he puts a heater in his suit so that peter is not to suffer the cold as it happened to him

he puts a tracker to be able to find peter wherever he is, because he knows what it’s like to be lost

he puts the baby-monitor protocol to be able to watch over him and act if something goes wrong

and an ai to help and support him

tony didn’t just “put a instant kill mode in a 15 years old child’s suit”, he protected this mode with the training wheels protocol that peter broke

he takes care of peter, he often asks happy how peter is

and listens to the messages he leaves him

he watches over him, protects him, saves him, he asks him to stay away from danger..

he wants him to concentrate on his studies, he suggests to get him into MIT

tony’s arm is shaking because he’s about to have an anxiety attack because he’s scared for peter ( it breaks my heart )

he supports peter

his dad never gave him support so he tries to break the cycle and be there for peter, he doesn’t want to reproduce his father’s mistakes

tony listens to peter, and calls the FBI as soon as peter warns him about the villains

peter made a mistake he almost got himself killed and other people so tony takes the suit back

he wants to teach him to take responsibility for his actions

he would feel so guilty if anything happens to peter, he don’t NEED that on his conscience. he already blames himself for so much things, even when it’s not his fault..

and he doesn’t want peter to have to live with deaths on his conscience. people always blame him and he always blames himself for everything, he doesn’t want peter to live the suffering he’s going through

when peter proves that he is ready, that he has learned from his mistakes, and learned that he can be a hero without the suit, tony offers him to become an avenger and gives him the suit back

HE LOOKS SO PROUD OF PETER 

how can people say things like “protect peter from tony”?? tony is the best thing that could happen to peter. he’s the best mentor he could have had. he loves peter so much and does everything to protect him

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“In Loving Memory” (Peter Parker) - 2020

The spamming continues (sorry about that): Peter sporting a Tony tribute tattoo. I’m sure he would have another tattoo devoted to his family (his parents and Uncle Ben) on the other arm.

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Peter, back flips onto screen: Hi! I'm Peter Parker and I'm mad! My aunt threw out all my Tony Stark scented candles!

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Tagged by @idyllicstarker

Thanks💖

overalls or dresses? garden or meadow? fruit juice or smoothies? rainbows or gentle rain? roses or sunflowers? chilly sunrise or warm sunset? platonic kisses or hugging? 80s pop or 70s funk? paris or thailand? ocean waves or active rivers? peaches or blueberries? hiking or skiing? amusement parks or thrift shopping? black cats or golden retrievers? late fall or early spring? neon signs or city lights? nature or space? tea or iced coffee? bold lipstick or clear lipgloss? laughing joyfully or smiling softly?

I’ll tag @fogdog1738 @sweeter-than-starker

And anyone else that wants to do this

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Assistant!Peter x CEO!Tony for @vivicrazy7

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starker twilight au where tony’s a vampire and peter’s an innocent high school student

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if you arent swamped with prompts, may i request -pete not being able to sleep and pretending to sleep in the morning/night and eventually tony notices the bags and the sleepiness of him and tucking him in and helping him sleep or, on the same note -tony and stephen going on a date or something like that and they get home past his bedtime. he pretends to sleep to wait for them because he misses them. maybe they find out, maybe they dont

hello hello babe💫 i hope you like what i came up with! this was such a cute idea honestly🥺 bedtime/night stuff just hits different🌙

Daddies Tony and Stephen, +18 Little Peter, Uncle Steve, bedtime, anxiety, slight angst, fluff, comfort, or just Peter not being able to sleep without Daddies’ kisses

Uncle Steve is super nice, he really is. He let Peter have pizza for dinner and soda too! Peter’s Daddies never let him have pizza and soda unless it’s a special kind of day, like Halloween. He gets pizza and soda then, and lots of candy too, of course.

But, Uncle Steve isn’t Daddies. It had started when he was getting ready for bed, and Steve had suggested that Peter brush his teeth. But, the boy shook his head and said that they pick out some pjs for him first. That’s how he always does it with his Daddies. Then, Steve had put the toothpaste on Peter’s toothbrush before wetting it, which was once again wrong. Eventually though, Peter got under his covers, but this time he didn’t correct Steve and asked if he could tuck him in, like Daddies do. But, he didn’t. By now, Peter was too frustrated to ask more and just pouted under his covers.

“Night night, Peter. Your Daddies will be here later and you’ll see them in the morning. I’ll be in the living room till then.” Steve assured kindly, but Peter was still restless.

His Daddies had gone out to some important grown ups-only thing. Peter knew that based on the fancy suits his Daddies wore and how late they went out. And they would be back super late, long after Peter was asleep. But, he didn’t fall asleep.

Peter lay watching the glow-up star stickers on his ceiling. Usually, they brought him a lot of comfort, but not tonight. He just wanted his Daddies to tuck him in and kiss him good night, like every other night. The boy debated on whether to go ask Steve for cuddles and to stay till he fell asleep, but he didn’t out of fear that his Uncle would tell on him to his Daddies. Peter didn’t want to be a bad boy. He wanted to be a good boy and get tucked in and kissed good night.

The hours ticked by, and Peter was still awake, staring at his ceiling. He could hear the soft hum from the main road and the occassional drunken shout and shriek from people outside. He also heard sirens, and so out of boredom, the boy started imagining his stuffed racoon as a firefighter.

After Spots the racoon had put out three different fires in Peter’s imagination, Peter heard a car pull up into the drive way to their house. The boy’s room just happened to be facing the drive way, and finally Peter slipped out of his bed and tiptoed to his window. Up from the second floor where he was, he could see his Daddies walking up to the door. Struck with both fear and excitement, Peter jumped back into his bed and under his cover, his heart thumping in his chest.

Through the floor, Peter could hear his Daddies and Steve talking to one another. A sense of relief washed over him at hearing his Daddies, knowing that they are home once again, but then his heart started thumping again when he heard footsteps in the stairs. Oh no! Steve has told on him! They know he has been awake all this time.

Peter clutched Spots and tried his best to pretend to be asleep while the footsteps advanced to his room. The door opened slowly, and Peter could hear two very familiar figured enter, but he didn’t dare open his eyes to be sure.

“He’s fast asleep.” Stephen whispered, and his other Daddy Tony hummed in reply.

“I’ll just kiss him good night still.” Tony said.

Peter had to use all his will power to not smile when he felt Tony’s lips on his forehead, and just focused on breathing calmly and keep his eyes shut. Then, he heard some shuffling footsteps, and another pair of lips on his forehead, kissing him.

Suddenly, Peter wasn’t pretending to sleep anymore. A genuine feeling of tiredness and sleepiness washed over him, and Peter finally felt content and settled. The mattress under him felt like a soft cloud, and his whole body felt relaxed and heavy. The boy was fast asleep before the Daddies even got to closing his bedroom door.

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I have no excuses for this.

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Am I the only that thinks Bucky is going to be the more lighthearted one of the two in the Falcon and Winter Soldier series, cause bro:

Sam looks so annoyed in every scene with Bucky. In this gif, he’s stressed, the “I left my oven on and I’m pretty sure that’s my building burning in the distance” kind of stressed and BUCKY LOOKS LIKE AN ACQUAINTANCE HAPPILY JOGGING ALONG AS UNWELCOME MORAL SUPPORT AND IT SEEMS TO BE CONSISTENT WITH THEM. Even when they’re fighting Peter, Bucky doesn’t grow more frustrated he’s kind of just like, “Damn,” and Sam is like, “mOTHERFUC-”

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Prompt asked for Peter finding out about the pole in Tony’s plane; this didn’t show up in the tag the first time so I’m reposting, sorry to the lovely one who sent in the ask for it! Not family friendly. Some internalized slut-shaming.

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“Tony.” 

“Ten more minutes, kid,” Tony mutters around the stylus in his mouth, staring down into the glow of the tablet. “I’m translating these schematics from my shorthand into English and then I’m all yours for the weekend.” 

“I’ve heard about this.” 

Even as immersed in his work as he is, he notices Peter’s tone: muted and oddly detached, nothing like the younger man’s typical youthful exuberance. He glances to the back of the plane, following with his gaze the sound of Peter’s voice, mind already conjuring a dozen different answers to the question, What has Peter heard about? 

All the possible answers his mind predicts, but this wasn’t one of them: Peter has his finger pressed to a sleek button that nearly disappears into the surrounding interior of Tony’s private plane. From the floor lifts a slender pole that glints silver in the low lighting, Peter’s dark eyes watching its slow ascent with an unreadable expression. A knot ties itself in Tony’s stomach.

“Oh, that?” he says lamely. “Would you believe me if I said it came with the plane?”

“Right,” says Peter. “Stripper poles are standard on Boeing 737’s.”

Peter’s hand raises in a slow, purposeful gesture. He skims his fingertips the glistening metal. Tony cringes. All the women he’s had here, their bodies melding together in various states of undress, skin of all colors, exposed and writhing against the pole hoping to entice him onto his back. And he was enticed, he thinks, stomach churning. Often. 

“Kid,” he begins, unsure of what he will say, unsure of how he will convince Peter that those days with nameless partners are behind him. It’s a battle that is already half lost; everyone knows his reputation. Everyone knows that he was a slut. He can see it in Peter’s dark, heavy gaze. 

“Come here,” Peter says. Tony feels helpless to obey, sitting his tablet aside. Peter points: “Over there. Sit down.” 

Tony sits, hands curled into fists where they rest on his thighs. Seating on the low couch puts Peter at a higher vantage. He takes up all the space in Tony’s vision, his long fine fingers running down the length of the pole one last time. 

“Nat said you had a pole in here,” Peter says. “I didn’t believe it, though.” 

Tony says nothing. Is this it, he wonders? Will this sign of Tony’s past promiscuity send their relationship toppling, built on new ground the way it is? 

“Have you had a lot of people dance for you?” asks Peter. 

“Yes,” Tony admits. 

“Girls?” 

“Mostly.” 

“Do you think they were as flexible as I am?” Peter asks coolly. 

Tony blinks at the question. He’s witnessed Peter’s acrobatics first hand, the ease with which he contorts his body as he slings himself around New York City. Peter can bend himself into shapes that unenhanced humans could only dream of. Just the thought has Tony’s mouth dry, his hands opening convulsively to wipe his palms on his jeans. Something about the younger man’s actions has his heart pounding: the slow, methodical way he circles the pole, the skim of his fingers against the polished metal, the dark look in his eye that is so unlike the boy he met in Queens all those years ago. 

“I doubt it, kid,” he says at length.

Peter hums, thoughtful. He steps away from the pole, letting his fingers linger until it is out of his reach. Tony feels the air shift as Peter steps closer, towering over him on the low couch until the kid drops down to his knees, pressing Tony’s thighs apart with firm hands. Peter wonders out loud, looking up at him with eyes that see too much: “Were you as attracted to them as you are to me?” 

Those thin fingers creep up Tony’s thighs, taking his hands from their resting points and pressing them down until they are pinned at Tony’s sides, the firm squeeze he gives a silent demand. Once he’s sure that Tony isn’t going to move (and he can’t, he feels fucking paralyzed in the best way, turned to stone under that heated gaze), Peter uses one hand to ruck Tony’s t-shirt up, palm pressed flat to the warm abdomen beneath. 

“I’ve forgotten the question,” Tony says. 

Peter digs his nails into the sensitive skin below his navel, a spark of pleasure-pain that has his cock twitching. “I asked, were you as attracted to them as you are to me?” 

“No,” Tony answers. “No, Jesus, no. Fuck. Peter—” 

“Don’t,” says Peter firmly. At Tony’s reply, he drags his fingers down, down over the bulge of Tony’s belt to the bulge of his jeans, pressing one burning palm flat against Tony’s cock. He can’t help the throaty groan that rips free from his chest, his eyes fluttering, head tipping back. “Look at me.” 

Tony lifts his head, stares down at the kid, shivering as Peter rubs his cock through the denim, those tender honey-eyes turned dark like whiskey. “You’re going to watch,” Peter says. “Because you like having a show put on for you, don’t you? I’ll give you that. You’ve had sex with them right here, haven’t you? Did they crawl in your lap, hike their skirts up, and sit on your cock?” 

“Yes,” he says, gut clenching when Peter tightens his grip in approval. 

“Yeah,” says Peter softly. “I know. So I’m going to suck you off. Right here. So anytime you’re sitting here, anytime you see that pole, you’re going to think of me.” 

Tony lifts one of his hands, ignoring the way Peter’s face darkens at the unauthorized movement. He takes a hold of the kid’s chin even as his mouth opens to chastise Tony, the thought of which makes Tony harder than he’d like to admit. But this is more important than his cock. Peter has to know: “Only you, kid. Only you.” 

Tenderness blossoms on Peter’s features, a brief flicker of the young man that he’s familiar with, the one with the heart of gold and the brilliant mind and the self-esteem issues, the ones that Tony is all too familiar with himself. But affirmation is easy to give when he’s so gone on this kid. 

“I know,” Peter says, pressing a kiss to Tony’s palm. Lips against his skin, Peter murmurs: “Now put your hand back where I left it and maybe I’ll let you cum before we land.”