#peter parker fluffy fic

[underoospeterparker]

peter helping his princess with her skincare and taking off her makeup before bed bc shes really tired 🥺

this can be read as either peter parker (mcu) or peter sutherland (night agent)

after the longest day, you had fallen asleep in his car when he was driving you both home. he smiled, hand landing on your thigh to rub reassuring circles on your leg.

you still didn’t stir, completely passed out. peter, being the best boyfriend, let you sleep for the rest of the ride home.

once you reached, he climbed out of the car and then made his way over to your door, gently lifting you into his arms.

you blinked, then slightly shifted to press your face into his shirt. chuckling, your boyfriend kissed your forehead lightly, closing the car door with his foot.

he unlocked the house door, then once you made it inside he locked it again. he was obsessed with your safety above everything else.

bringing you into your shared room, he laid you down on the bed before detaching himself from you.

whimpering, you opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light of the bedroom. you tugged on his shirt, wanting him to cuddle with you.

his face softened, and he whispered a soft, “be right back, sweetheart.”

he quickly made his way into the bathroom, taking out your makeup remover from the cupboard and some of your creams that you put on every night before sleeping.

returning to you, he murmured, “can you sit up f’me?”

his words made you groan lightly and you forced yourself to sit up, head resting against the headboard.

he pressed some of your remover onto a cotton pad and then cupped your face in one of his large hands.

your face was questioning as he lifted the other to your face, dabbing at your makeup. “what’re you doing, baby?” you asked. “i can do that,” you added, trying to grab the cotton from his hands.

he gently pushed you away. “let me do it for you, okay? you’re so tired, princess. jus’ sit there and relax.”

you gave him a sleepy smile before closing your eyes so he could finish removing your makeup.

once he was done with your creams, he lifted you into his arms again to take you to the bathroom. he delicately set you down next to the sink, and your head lolled back against the cupboard.

"c'mon, sweetheart," he said, pressing a bit of toothpaste onto your brush before handing it over to you.

you nodded, then proceeded to brush your teeth at the same time as peter, his arm wrapped around your waist to support your weight and make sure you didn't fall.

when you were both done, you would have almost fell when you hopped off the sink, had it not been for your boyfriend steadying you, laughing at your clumsiness.

"so sleepy tonight, huh?" he teased, pressing you into his side as he walked the two of you back to the bed.

"mmm," you murmured, slipping back under the covers. peter got in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms as you sighed in happiness.

your boyfriend splayed a protective arm on your stomach, taking ahold of your hand to rub circles on your thumb. he gave you a kiss, then whispered, "now rest your pretty little head, baby."

"love you, pete. thanks for taking care of me," you said, words muffled by his shirt.

"always will, sweetheart," he murmured. "love you too."

[conniesanchor]

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002: you come around, and the armor falls.

a/n; this took longer than i expected, but here we are! part two of this series. i really hope you all enjoy this one. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

it had been two weeks since your fight with spiderman. two weeks. you hadn't ever gone that long without seeing him since you met him. throughout those two weeks, you began to worry about him. when you met the masked man, he seemed to calm you down. your normal anxiety ticks weren't as bad, your university grades were improving, and somehow, someone you didn't even know, had such an impact on your life.

having grown out of your usual sort of habit, when you heard tapping on your window, you were startled. after groggily rising from your warm bed, you shuffle across the room to the window, pulling back the curtains and unlocking the latch to let in the crisp air. as you peer through the open window, you spot spiderman there, his face obscured by his protective mask, yet his presence palpable as he patiently awaits permission to enter, his silent gesture speaking volumes of your shared understanding that the tension from your previous fight was still there.

despite harboring some frustration with him, you relent and grant him entry, realizing that your friendship transcends momentary disagreements, and his presence outweighs any temporary grievances. "what're you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

he moves his hands to his mask and pulls it over his head—your jaw drops. "i'm really sorry about snapping at you. i know you can handle yourself, and i shouldn't have doubted that." he apologizes, and when he sees your confused face, he continues, "my name is peter parker, and i would really like you to let me take you out on a date."

you don't respond, just step forward and fling your arms around his neck, "thank you," you say, your hands playing with the locks of hair at his neck.

peter chuckles, "for what?"

"trusting me."

as you embrace peter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. the tension that had been building between you since your disagreement dissipates in the warmth of the moment. you pull back slightly, looking into his masked eyes with a soft smile.

"i appreciate your apology, peter," you say, your voice sincere. "and i accept it. i understand why you reacted the way you did, but i'm glad we can move past it."

peter returns your smile, his eyes crinkling. "i'm glad too. i hate knowing that i upset you."

you shake your head, stepping back to give him some space. "it's okay, really. we're both still figuring this out."

he nods, his expression turning more serious. "yeah, we are. but I know one thing for sure—i want to get to know you better."

a warmth spreads through your chest at his words. despite the chaos of his double life as spiderman and your own everyday struggles, he still wants to make time for you. it's both exhilarating and reassuring.

"i'd like that," you reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "i'd like that a lot."

peter's smile brightens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "great. how about we start with that date? just you, me, and no crime-fighting distractions."

you chuckle, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the prospect of spending time together without the looming threat of danger. "that sounds perfect."

"good," peter says, his voice warm and genuine. "i'll make sure it's something special."

as you stand there, gazing into peter's eyes, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, you know that whatever comes your way, you'll face it together. with a newfound sense of determination and hope, you take peter's hand, ready to embark on this new chapter of your relationship.

[heartsandmuses]

weekly lineup

for @stonyauniverse january week 3 // "nice try, canon"

for @warmandfluffybingocards // square: "free space"

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/steve rogers. rated g. 1k.

canon-divergent au where steve and tony are still alive to lead the next generation of avengers.

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Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

“Alright, no pushing and shoving, this’ll be up here all week. You can take a look at it whenever you need to, okay?” Steve reminded everybody, though his gaze drifted pointedly toward the kids—the newer recruits—who were practically bouncing in their seats out of pure excitement. Slowly, Steve grabbed a Mjlonir-shaped magnet and stuck the roster in its usual spot on the fridge, backing a few steps away before he said, “Okay, it’s up! Go ahead, everyone. And remember — if your name’s at the top, you’re on-call this week, if you’re at the bottom, you’re on the reserve team, and if you’re not up there at all, you’ve got the week off.”

The words were like a starting shot, and despite Steve’s warning to take things slow, Peter, Kamala, and Kate all made a mad dash towards the list. Honestly, Tony was surprised none of them had knocked over any of the kitchen stools in their haste, though it seemed like Peter nearly tripped over himself on the way, his spidey-senses catching him just in time.

Steve looked over at Tony as if to say, can you believe this? even though he’d witnessed this exact scene play out countless times before. Tony just smiled behind his mug of coffee and offered a fond shake of his head to reply, I know.

It was a good system they had going on. Now that the rotating lineup of Avengers was growing every day, only about half the team needed to be on-call anymore, barring an actual end-of-the-universe level threat. And with so many newer, younger team members coming in, it only made sense to pair each of them up with a more experienced, more seasoned pro to learn the ropes. They trained together, they went on missions together, they learned from each other, and the next week, the newbies were partnered with someone else to repeat the process. It allowed them to hone different skills with different mentors, and see which personalities and powers meshed well together. 

It was certainly working out well so far, Tony had to admit. The newer Avengers were already starting to show a ton of improvement from all of the practice and mentorship, and the older ones benefited immensely from the occasional time off. Even if all the gods and super-soldiers around here weren’t slowed down by age, they still could use the rest — missions could be just as emotionally and mentally draining as they were physically, sometimes even more so.

In any case, it sure made things a lot easier than being on-call—and on edge—24/7. Besides, there was something to be said about having a general work-life balance, something that Tony wouldn’t have even dreamed of back in the early days. Now, he was finding that it wasn’t so bad, taking some time for himself. For the people he cared about.

He exchanged another glance with his co-captain.

“Come on, move over, I wanna see!” Kamala said, stuck peering over Peter and Kate’s shoulders, the shortest of the three of them.

“Aha! I got Natasha!” Kate said, finally moving out of Kamala’s way to give Nat a high-five.

“I’m with Thor!” Kamala announced, once she found her name on the roster. “Oh, this is gonna be so cool!”

"I've got Captain Rogers!" Peter glanced at Tony with a bright grin. “And— did you see, Mr. Stark? You're not up here this week!”

“I did see, Mr. Parker,” Tony replied with a laugh. “I made that list, y’know. Well, helped make it. If I had it entirely my way, Steve and I would both be getting the week off.”

His pointed look was met with a fond eye-roll, as Steve settled into the seat next to him. “We will, soon enough,” he promised, giving Tony a gentle pat on the arm in consolation. “Once we know that the trainees can handle themselves without us.”

“Hey, c’mon, give us some credit,” Kate scoffed. “We’ve been doing great so far!”

“She’s got a point there, Cap,” Natasha chimed in. “It won’t be the end of the world if you and Tony take a vacation. And if it is, we’ll call you back in.“

“Yeah, we’ve got things covered,” Kamala said confidently.

But before anyone else could offer up their two cents on the matter, the alarm went off overhead. Over the speakers, Maria Hill announced, “We’ve found a hidden HYDRA base operating out of the Catskills. All on-call team members and trainees report to the Quinjet immediately.”

Steve stood back up, just as the rest of the team turned their attention to him, waiting for orders. “Alright, Avengers, if you wanna prove something, now’s the time. Let’s give it our best out there,” he said, gaze softening as he looked over the newer recruits, then his husband. “And depending on how it goes, we can reconsider next week’s roster.”

Tony’s expression brightened, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss, ignoring all of the feigned gagging from the rest of the team. When he pulled back, it was with a dazzling, determined smile. “Well, you heard him, everyone — suit up and head out! It’s time to kick some ass!”

Steve gave Tony a nudge. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it, sweetheart. It’s your week, anyway.”

The anticipation in the room was nearly palpable as Steve cleared his throat. “Avengers, assemble!” he called, and everybody moved at once, rushing to get ready.

As always, the kids were the first ones out the door. 

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

For the pure fluff prompt: How about one where Tony brings a sleeping Peter over to a meeting for whatever reason? Maybe because he's sick? (I've read multiple of fics but none of them have been because Peter's sick. And since you are the queen of sickfics, I'm offering you this prompt)

Anyways, hope you have a great day!

I finally made it through my last mini-fic prompt. I'm not sure it's exactly what @bluequeen0803 had in mind, but I think it turned out pretty cute! And! It's longer than the others I posted today, clocking in at 944 words!

Koala Care

“Alright, Kiddo. Time to go inside,” Tony said. When Peter didn’t move he rolled his eyes and released the seat belt himself. “Come on, Bud. I know you don’t feel good, but you can’t just stay in the car.”

Apparently, Peter had arrived at school with a minor case of the sniffles that had exploded into the full-blown flu by second period. He was stuffed up, sneezing, and had a fever high enough to alarm the school nurse. As expected, they’d tried to call May. But when they were unable to reach her, they’d pulled up his secondary contact information instead. That’s how Tony ended up ducking out between meetings to pick a sick kid up from school.

“I’m serious, Peter. I’ve got a meeting to get to, and I refuse to leave you in the garage,” he nagged. When the sole response he received was a pathetic whine, he huffed an annoyed breath. He’d already missed the second half of the R&D meeting he’d been putting off for weeks. Pepper hadn’t mentioned anything about it when he’d left the room. Although he was sure, her generosity had been more for Peter’s sake than his own. Either way, he wasn’t likely to get away with skipping out on mandatory board meetings as well.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he sarcastically inquired. Peter perked up slightly and mumbled something at a nearly inaudible level. “Was that a ‘No, Mr. Stark. I’m perfectly capable of dragging myself to the penthouse?’” he asked. He was surprised when Peter blinked up at him, his cheeks bright red with fever, and shook his head. “Wait, you do want me to carry you?” he asked, sure he’d misunderstood the response.

Peter hummed in the positive and sat up a little taller in his seat. “I’m tired,” he croaked, “and everything hurts.”

Tony considered cracking a joke about how the kid was entirely too big to be carried to bed. Then he got a good look at Peter’s glassy eyes and sighed sympathetically. “Alright, Kid. Just this once,” he said before hopping out the car and walking around to open the passenger side door.

After coaxing Peter out of the car, Tony crouched down to offer access to his back. The kid wrapped his lanky legs around his waist and his arms around his neck before propping his chin on his shoulder. He could feel heat from Peter's body radiating through the layers of his three-piece suit. “It’s like I’m giving a piggyback ride to a furnace,” he mumbled under his breath as he crossed the garage into the elevator.

The plan had been to unceremoniously drop Peter onto his bed, grab him some meds and then rush downstairs to attend his meeting. However, once he arrived in the penthouse, Peter refused to let go. “Peter, you have to get down,” he prompted. “If I don’t get to this meeting Pepper’s going to have my head. You don’t want to be responsible for my beheading do you?”

Peter giggled quietly but didn’t let go. If anything he held on more tightly.

“Okay, I guess you’re coming with me then,” Tony said, half expecting the kid to slide off of his back and slink into his bedroom. When that didn’t happen, he grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and pocketed a couple of tablets. Once he reached the elevator, he paused and craned his neck to try and get a look at the kid’s face. “Alright, Clancy. This is your last chance to disembark.”

“I don’t feel good and you’re super comfy,” Peter mumbled, half asleep, into his neck. Tony scoffed at the accusation and swayed his head.

Resigning himself to his fate, Tony sighed and entered the boardroom with a confident stride. All eyes were on him, more so than usual, as he strode across the room with his sleeping teenager attached to his back like an overgrown koala. “What?” he asked, then pulled a chair out and whipped it around so he could sit down without squashing Peter. “It’s ‘bring your kid to work’ day. Did you not get the memo? You all should really check your email more often.”

“Tony,” Pepper smilingly chastised. “There is no such day on the calendar. What are you doing?”

Tony shrugged and reached awkwardly over his shoulder to brush Peter’s sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “The kid’s sick,” he flippantly explained. Then grinned widely. “Actually, don’t people usually get time off when they have a sick kid?”

“He’s fifteen, Tony. And he’s not your kid,” Pepper laughed and Tony gasped theatrically.

“You can’t talk like that in front of my son!”

The entire boardroom went quiet, save for Pepper’s giggling and Peter’s quiet snoring. “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Pepper said. “Take Peter upstairs and tuck him in. I’ll reschedule this meeting for when he’s feeling better.”

Tony opened his mouth to offer a snarky remark, but before he could Peter lifted his head, eyes still closed and said, “Thanks, Ms. Pott.”

Pepper smiled softly, crossed the room and placed her hand on Peter’s forehead. “You’re welcome, Kid,” she said, then smirked in Tony’s direction. “You did a great job getting your dad out of his meeting.”

“Yep,” Peter replied, followed by a sleepy sigh. “And now he has to take me upstairs and tuck me in.”

Still grinning, Tony turned towards the exit. He knew Pepper had a lot of explaining to do on his behalf and he was sure he’d hear about it later. But for the time being, he was more than happy to carry his clingy feverish kid up to his bed.

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the 2am club

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fandom: mcu

pairings: gn!reader x peter parker

genre: fluff

warnings: n/a. late nights. reader is kind of an insomniac, but that's accurate i think. winter cold.

word count: ~430. just a drabble.

summary: reader is up to an unhealthy time of the morning night. peter wakes up to snuggle.

a/n: please don’t hurt yourselves by depriving yourselves of sleep, my beloveds. get your rest. you deserve it.

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It’s 2:00 in the morning when you finally put your phone on airplane mode and power it off. The alarm clock on the bedside table blinked steadily and disapprovingly as you slowly scooched down under all the blankets.

You had been propped up on pillows as you scrolled mindlessly through every social media you had. You were just trying to avoid using your brain.

The boy beside you slept peacefully. You envied him as you curse yourself.

It’s 2:00 am. Why didn’t you go to sleep so many hours ago?

You know it’s going to come back and bite you in the butt. You’re going to wake up tired and without any motivation.

You had an important assignment due for school next week.

Well, you have many important things to do. Eventually.

You fought a yawn... then another. 

Peter shifted in the bed beside you as you lie down and try to settle yourself.

The uncovered window let cold air seep through the pane and creep across the floor, turning it to ice to the touch. 

But underneath the covers was warm. Oh-so-warm. All of a sudden you realize just how cold the air is. You rub your eyes and sniff through your nose to clear it.

The line of streetlamps flickered against the darkness outside as you succumbed to the drowsiness.

Peter’s back is to you. He now shuffled over to his other side. He breathes softly and lightly in your face. You don’t mind it.

You can sense that his hand has fallen near yours under the blanket, so you reach out and stroke the back of his hand. Peter hummed in his sleep.

You yawn again.

Then Peter's eyes opened a crack. Despite the light from the street outside, it’s too dim for him to see anything, although he can feel you beside him. Not that it matters - he wasn’t really awake. It was just his brain that registered that you had finally come to him in the middle of the night.

His hand jumped out from under yours. It crawled over your waist and rested on your back. Peter drew you closer to him under the duvet as his eyes drift shut once more. You know he won’t remember the encounter when he wakes up, and so you took the memory and filed it away to keep forever.

Gosh, you’re so cold.

You nestle into Peter's unconscious embrace. You fit perfectly underneath his chin, breathing into his chest as you ignore the alarm clock. It read 2:06 am now, and still blinked in indignation.

You fell victim to slumber in a matter of seconds, and Peter holds you close, all throughout the winter night.

[starreadssstuff]

A web of love - Miguel O’hara

warnings- I think we can all say for certain we know this it pure fluff.

Authors note- I love Miguel so much I have been on Spiderman TikTok for so long so it's really not a surprise I've written a fic of him.Im also not sure if I got his personality right but I really hope you enjoy this! love, star ♥️

The crisp autumn air brushed against your cheeks as you walked through the bustling streets of New York City. The leaves were turning vibrant shades of red and gold, adding warmth to the city's concrete jungle. As you strolled along, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing Miguel O'Hara later that day.

Miguel was not your average guy. He was Spider-Man, the Spider-Man of 2099 to be exact. You had met him during one of his time-traveling adventures, and since then, you two had formed a deep connection. Miguel's wit, intelligence, and caring nature had captivated your heart.

You arrived at the meeting spot, a quaint café tucked away in a side street. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted through the air, inviting you in. As you entered, your eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar face.

Miguel sat at a corner table, his face buried in a book. His dark hair was neatly combed, and he wore a simple yet stylish outfit. You approached him, a soft smile playing on your lips.

"Hey there, Spider-Man," you greeted him, sliding into the seat across from him.

He looked up from his book, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, you," he replied, closing the book and placing it aside. "I've been looking forward to this all day."

You blushed at his words, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Me too. It's been too long."

The two of you spent the afternoon lost in conversation, laughing and sharing stories. Miguel recounted his recent battles with various supervillains, while you told him about your everyday life in the present. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and the café seemed to fade away as you focused solely on each other.

As the day turned into evening, the two of you decided to take a leisurely stroll through Central Park. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the trees and pathways. You walked hand in hand, relishing the tranquility of the moment.

Miguel stopped near a small bridge, its iron railings framing the shimmering water below. He turned to face you, his gaze filled with affection. "You know," he began, his voice low and tender, "ever since I met you, my life has changed in ways I couldn't have imagined."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn't help but lean closer to him. "I feel the same way, Miguel. You bring so much joy into my life."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and warm. "I want to be there for you, in every way possible. To support you, protect you, and make you feel loved."

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, creating a magical ambiance around you. The world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you in that special moment.

Miguel took a step closer, closing the distance between you. His lips grazed yours in a sweet, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises and unspoken emotions, sealing the bond between you.

As you pulled away, a wide smile graced his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"And I've wanted you to," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The night grew darker, but the city lights illuminated your path as you continued your walk through the park, hand in hand. The world felt a little brighter, a little more hopeful, with Miguel by your side.

Together, you weaved a web of love and companionship, facing whatever challenges may come your way. The future was uncertain, but as long as you had each other, you knew that everything would be okay.

[whateveriscatchy]

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Oh I am so in love with him 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

For your 3k celebration: pregnancy reveal with dilf peter 👀

Here have some girl dad DILF Peter fluff

You felt a small hand tug on your dress. You looked away from the dishes you were washing, to find your daughter looking up at you.

"What's up Sophie?" You asked. Her brown eyes were wide, a smile on her face.

Sophie pointed to the door, "Daddy!"

You grinned, "Is Daddy about to come home?"

Your toddler nodded her head. Peter claimed it was the inherited "Spidey sense" that alerted her when he was about to walk in the door.

"You want to greet Daddy? Show him your new shirt?" Sophie nodded her head.

A smile spread across your face as you watched Sophie run to the door. Her little feet were rocking back and forth as her body wiggled in excitement.

The door opened, your husband stepping in. No matter what kind of the day it had been, Peter's eyes always lit up when he saw Sophie. The smile that adorned his face upon laying eyes on her made your heart flutter, no matter how many times you saw it.

"Hey there mamaleh!" Peter quickly put his bag on the coat hook, crouching down so he was closer to eye level with Sophie (as close as one can be with a toddler).

"Daddy!" Sophie shrieked, running up to Peter. She was quickly engulfed by Peter's arms.

You leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. Despite being an everyday occurrence, the scene never failed to make you smile.

As Peter kissed the top of Sophie's head, his eyes met yours.

"Daddy! Look!" Sophie tugged on the collar of Peter's shirt. He looked down to find Sophie pointing to her shirt.

"Oh that's new," Peter's voice trailed off as he began to read Sophie's shirt. His eyes widened and you could see them scan the text on the shirt again. And again.

"Bug?" Your eyes perked up at your nickname, a sly smile slowly creeping across your face.

"Yes Peter?"

"Why does Sophie shirt say 'promoted to big sister'?" Peter took a step towards you, still holding Sophie in his hands.

You giggled, leaning over so you were at eye level with your daughter, "Wanna tell Daddy?"

Sophie pointed to your stomach, "Mamma has a baby!"

"What?" Peter's voice was breathless. You didn't think his eyes could get any wider. The wheels were turning in his brain, connecting the dots. You could see in his eyes realization sweeping through him.

"Really?" He asked, looking at your stomach and then back to you.

You nodded your head, "I'm eight weeks. Doctor confirmed it today."

A joyful yelp escaped Peter's lips as wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

You couldn't help but laugh into the kiss. Sophie giggled at the sight.

"I love you," Peter whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," You responded back, breaking away to press a kiss against your daughter's forehead, "And I love you!"

"You're gonna be a big sister Sophie girl!" Peter exclaimed, bouncing Sophie against his hip.

Sophie giggled, "I know Daddy!"

"You know?!" Peter asked, feigning shock to elicit another giggle from her, "Well Daddy didn't know!"

"Had to wait until the shirt arrived," You confessed. Keeping this a secret had been hard. You hadn't told Sophie until today when the shirt arrived. After all, toddlers didn't really understand the meaning of secrets.

Peter put Sophie down, engulfing you in a proper hug this time.

"You happy?" You asked before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"Overjoyed. We're about to have another little spider!"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "Please stop calling our children that." Peter flashed that boyish grin, the one that made you fall head over heels in love with him all those years ago.

"Sophie doesn't mind, do ya Soph?" Sophie laughed as she clung to Peter's leg.

"Nope!"

[underoospeterparker]

peter distracting his princess while shes trying to study for an exam. needy peter basically

i think this is for peter sutherland but i thought it would fit peter parker too so you can read it for either <3

"baby," peter whined softly, turning your chair to face him. "you've been studying for ages. can we cuddle?"

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "are you four?" you asked, half joking and half serious.

he pouted. he literally pouted and you burst out laughing; a loud, wheezing one that made your boyfriend's face brighten.

"just a little longer. please?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he finally relented.

"fine," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "come outside in 20 minutes."

an hour later, your boyfriend slammed open the door again. you pretended like you didn't notice peter glaring at you from across the room, and you stayed silent until he gave up.

he closed your laptop lid with so much force you thought it would break. "have you seen the time?" he asked you angrily.

you lifted your eyes from your closed laptop to his face, eyes slightly watering. at this, his entire demeanour shifted, face softening and eyebrows creasing, a look of worry prominent on his face. "what's wrong?" he asked, panicked. "did i do something? sweetheart, i-"

your face betrayed you, lips curling into a smile at his concern even though nothing had happened. your giggles turned to screams as peter picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"peter!" you shrieked, still laughing. "what are you doing?"

"kidnapping you," he grinned. "you've been studying for so long, i think you've gone a bit mental."

[conniesanchor]

state of grace: chapter one— all we know is touch and go.

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a/n; hi! welcome to the first fic of this four (?) part series. i just got this random idea when i was listening to taylor swift. like and reblog if you enjoy it!

you weren't sure why, but for some reason, spiderman has chosen you as his go-to doctor. so when you heard tapping on your window at two in the morning, you weren't shocked to see a masked man on the other side of it. it was almost an every night thing. he would come to your house, leave his mask on, have you clean up the wounds on his stomach, and leave.

you didn't know who he was. you had never seen his face, you didn't know what color his eyes were, you knew he had brown hair but only because of his happy trail that you saw every time you cleaned him up. he knew your name, you weren't sure you would ever find out his.

opening the window, you frowned. he was having a hard time coming in on his own, so you reached out your hand for his gloved one. the masked man gladly accepted, and you pulled him in with all of your strength. "bad night?" you asked him, a small smile on your face.

"it was alright. sorry it's so late. did i wake you?" he asked.

you shook your head, "actually, no. i was up reading. i couldn't sleep.”

his head tilted, "aww, were you worried about me?" he teased but was immediately regretting it when he winced right after.

you were. "is your neck alright?" you ask, concerned it was more than just a scratch this time.

he nodded, "just a cut, nothing big, sweetheart." it wasn't until you met him that you realized you could fall in love with someone without even knowing who they were.

"o-okay," you stuttered, "let’s get you cleaned up.”

"no. no, i'm alright. i just wanted to see you." he said. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear him smile.

your head tilted in confusion, "but you looked hurt when you came in.”

he laughed, "i hit my knee, y/n. it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

"okay. then why did you want to see me?”

"i don't know. just wanted to hear your voice. talk to me," he requested, sitting down on your bed. you had never asked the masked man to reveal his identity. you never tried to get him to take his mask off in order to clean him up. you wanted him to trust you enough to do it on his own. you think that should end tonight. "hey, come on. what are you thinking about?”

"why can't i know who you are?" you knew him. you knew his touch, you knew his body, and you knew his laugh. you just didn't know who he was, and curiosity was killing you.

he breathed in, "well. if you knew who i was, then people who wanted to hurt me would hurt you. if something happened to you, i wouldn't know what to do." he spoke to you softly.

you sat down next to him, "yeah, but i can handle myself, spidey. why can't you just take your mask off?”

"i know you can handle yourself, but i can't put you in danger, sweetheart."

"see, that! you say that i can't know who you are, but then you go on flirting with me, expecting me not to be curious. how is that fair?" you question, raising your voice slightly.

spiderman stood up, "y/n, will you please just take a breath for me? i can't expose you to the risk, okay? i would love for you to know who i am, but i care about you too much for you to get hurt because of who i am." he explained.

"i just want to know who you are. why is it so hard for you to tell me.”

the boy was getting frustrated now, "i don't understand why this is all of a sudden a problem. i’ve known you for almost a year now, and you just now have a problem with it. jesus christ, i’m trying to keep you safe." it was his turn to raise his voice, and you didn't like it at all.

you stood up and opened your window, letting the cold outside air in, "i’d like you to leave now, please.”

"sweetheart..." he trailed off, reaching out to you. your eyes filled with tears, “please don't cry,” he begged, “i'm sorry i snapped at you, i am-”

you cut him off, “i don't know why you don't trust me enough to tell me. i won't tell anyone, i promise” your voice was cracking and the tears that were previously welling in your eyes were now streaming down your cheeks.

he takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down, “it's not that i don't trust you, okay? i do… okay? i swear i do. i also care about you, though. i know that you can handle yourself, but i can barely beat the people that hate me,” he takes your hand. “eventually, when i know i can keep you safe, i’ll tell you. then, when you know who i am, i’ll ask you to be my girlfriend and we can live happily ever after.”

you take your hand back, “i don't want that, spidey. i want you to trust-”

you were cut off by the mystery man's loud, rough voice, “it’s not that i don't fucking trust you, y/n. why can't you just see that? i mean seriously, i come here because i care about you, i come here because i trust you, and you won't believe me when i say that,” he stops for a minute to catch his breath, “i don't understand, y/n, seriously.” you flinch backwards, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, walking toward the window, “please leave, spidey. please.” you speak, wiping the tears off your face.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” he begs, desperate to go back to five minutes ago before you were mad at him. “please just forget it all happened.”

“take off your mask.” you demand, not willing to hear him out. he looks down and you know his answer.

“then get out.”

next part

[writtenbymoonflower]

hii! this is my first time requesting ever so i hope im doing this right 😫

could i request a tasm!peter smut fic where the reader has never had an orgasm? they’ve tried before, so they’re not necessarily innocent, but it’s just never happened. peter then helps reader orgasm for the first time and it’s just overall very fluffy :) fem reader please!

thank you!! i love your writing!!!!

thank you for requesting hunny! you did it exactly right. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

cw: detailed smut, fingering, trope of experienced guy, inexperienced girl, swearing

1k words

The turn the afternoon had taken was definitely unexpected, but certainly more than welcome. Peter had initially invited you over to study, but you had gotten distracted. Now your books had been clumsily flung off the bed long forgotten and abandoned for better things. You laid upon rumpled covers, Peter tugging impatiently at the neckline of your top as he kissed you. You arched up into him, pulling him as close as physically possible. His mouth met the fingers of one hand at your collarbone, the other gripped your waist, nudging the fabric away to touch your skin. 

“This okay, baby?” Peter held himself above you, scanning your face for any traces of what you were feeling. 

“Yes please.” You said, a little too enthusiastically for your tastes. You checked his face for any evidence of discomfort. “Are you okay with this?” 

He was grinning at you now, eyes full of affection. “Yes, I am okay with this.” His tone implied that it was far more than just “okay”. That was further confirmed when his hips slotted into yours and you felt the full evidence of his desire. Your shirt and pants were soon discarded and his your boyfriend’s hands were eagerly exploring every inch of newly-exposed warm skin. He pulled away briefly to remove his own shirt, but the second the material was gone he was on you again, greedy and excited. As he mouthed at your neck his fingers were trailing down your torso, leaving the nerves hypersensitive in his wake. They slipped into the waistband on your panties, lighting your skin on fire.

“Can I touch you here, sweet girl?” He whispered into your neck, his thumb pressing over the damp center of your underwear. You nodded fervently, mumbling affirmatives. You felt him smile against your collarbone as he tugged your panties off, not caring where they landed. You relaxed your legs as he opened them slightly, trailing his long fingers teasingly up your thighs as he got closer and closer to the apex. Just before giving into your wants, he moved them away, chuckling mischievously at your frustration. 

“Please, Pete.” You grabbed his wrist moving him closer to your core. He grinned against your neck as he obliged you, fingers trailing up and down your slit a few times before settling at your clit. You let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed you in light circles, slowly winding you up. 

“Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He questioned. 

“Yes.” You answered, even though you knew it was rhetorical. You gently pulled his head up to be level with yours. “Kiss me please?” 

He did so without any teasing or games. His mouth was sweet and gentle on your lips, even as he moved them down to your jaw and ear, letting your soft moans slip freely from your lips. As you got more worked up his fingers became more determined, letting two slide to your opening as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb. Peter circled your entrance, awaiting your pleased reaction before they slipped inside of you, searching for the spot on your front wall he hoped would make you fall apart. He quickly found it.

“Oh shit.” You choked, letting your head fall back further against the pillows. It only took a few more seconds of his fingers and thumb working you for your hips to start bucking. There was an unfamiliar heat building in your belly. Usually by now, sex would be almost over. Or, if you were on your own you would’ve given up before even starting. 

Peter sat up a little as his other hand held you in place. He looked too pleased with himself at your reactions. Your whole body started building up and you panicked. 

“Oh my god. What’s happening?” You were squirming even as he held you down. He immediately slowed his movements.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking you over. 

“It feels weird, like in my- my stomach. I don’t know what’s happening.” You scrambled breathlessly. He looked in realization, immediately doubling his actions. He cooed at your jolting. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax, let it out. I’ve got you, you’re alright.” You loosened, deciding to let the feeling take hold. And take hold it did, you would’ve lept off the bed if his free hand wasn’t pressing firmly into your pelvis. Your body wound tighter and tighter until it all fell apart, pleasurable spasms flowing through your jelly limbs as you gasped and squeezed Peter's arms and shoulders. Electric warmth fizzled through you as your eyes grew heavy. Peter slowed his movements, muttering praises and affirmatives as you came down from your high. 

“Thank you.” You said as you caught your breath. You sat up and pulled him closer, desperately wanting closeness and feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t get it. He chuckled at your rare display of neediness. 

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kissed your cheek, holding you close. He waited a few seconds before rolling onto his side, looking at your face. “You feeling okay?” 

“I feel really good.” You sighed, melting into the sheets. You reached your his hand, stroking your thumb over the prominent veins in his wrist. You laid there in silence for a short while before he spoke up, skepticism lilting his voice.

“So like, you said that you’ve had sex before, right?” His tone was curious as he was still pawing at your hair and chest affectionately. 

“Yeah? Why?” 

“Have you never, like, cum before?” He seemed confused. You choked out a surprised laugh. 

“I thought I had.” You said, winded. "Is it supposed to be like that every time?"

He laughed, smoothing your hair away from your face. "I don't know, babe. I’m pretty sure it is." He looked equal parts smug and affectionate.

"Well it's never been like that before.” You said, wistfully. A smile soon returned. “That felt really good, Pete.”

He laughed, clearly endeared by your longing tone. “Well I would hope so.” He eyed you, scheming. “I bet it could be better though.”

You looked at him wide eyed, nervousness and anticipation building in your core again. “Really?”

He loomed over you again, lips finding your ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”

[yourlocalaulibrary]

Fluffy Peter Parker

Fics where I just get the vibe that Peter is cute and cuddly and would enjoy hugging. Some may have Peter as a background character but this still applies. All found on AO3, bon appetit: A Different Kind of Mask by aloneintherain:

A Peter and Matt Murdock crossover where Peter is an adorable little nerd

from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh:

Also known as: Peter Parker and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing:

Tony may think Peter is a little sh*t, but he's Tony's little sh*t.

He's Mr. Perfectly Fine by howls_library:

Peter needs to form the Young Avengers, but they all need a father figure and he's fatherless. He's practically a baby, send help.

Always Glad You Came by aloneintherain:

Mutual pining between Johnny Storm and Peter Parker. Please just kiss already.

Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) by erinwantstowrite:

A Peter Parker meets the Batfam AU. Walls up Peter Parker meets wrecking ball Dick Grayson.

field trips and lab days by bundibird:

Peter learns what it means to be the center of attention

Birds of a Feather by howls_library:

Another Peter meets the Batfam au, but Peter is an emotional wreck and Dick just really wants to be there for him.

[literaila]

could you write a really fluffy peter Parker fic for Valentine’s Day (with banter ofc)

valentine, oh mine

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: this is not cute or fun or any of the things i aspire to be. it is painful. peter dies (he doesn’t). don’t read this.

*

“will you be my valentine?”

“hello, peter,” you answer, through your toothbrush. the words are deadpan. “i’m doing well, thank you. how are you?”

“better if you answer the question.”

you laugh, letting his response linger for a moment as you try to discern where, exactly, he is. your mouth tastes like spearmint, and it would be perfect to kiss him with. even though it’s monday, and almost midnight, and he shouldn’t be here.

for a whole multitude of reasons (number one being that you know he’ll keep you awake for at least a couple of hours more).

“where are you?” you ask him, listening to ruffling and a whine from the other end.

a manly whine, he might tell you, if you could see his face and make fun of it.

“stop deflecting. you don’t wanna be my valentine?” you can hear the frown.

and then there’s a horn, signaling absolutely nothing.

you spit into the sink, and put him on speaker as you rinse.

“i’ve gotta say that this is one of the more underwhelming valentine proposals i’ve gotten. you’re not even here. instead you’re…” you drawl, “where, again?”

“this is just further proof that i’m always thinking about you,” peter tells you, recalling an argument you’d had the day prior.

about how he wasn’t paying attention to you—or the conversation you were trying to have with him about one of your coworkers—but instead, according to him, thinking about you.

which did not help his case, of course. instead you’d given him the silence treatment for three minutes while he groveled—poorly.

and you doubt that he was thinking about valentine’s day when his eyes were glued to your lips the entire time.

“again,” you tell him, trying to hide the sound of a smile in your voice, “i would rather you just listen to me. answer my question and i’ll answer yours,” you bargain.

“how’s that fair? i asked first.”

“i asked second.”

peter sighs, and there’s a brief pause where he breaks up. you mess with the sound settings to no avail. up or down, his voice is distorted.

“are you—“ his voice wonders. “i was gonna tell you—“ and then a pause. and then. “are you giving me the silent treatment again?”

“cant hear you,” you hum. “somethings wrong with your phone.”

“how do you know it’s mine?” his voice enters again, breaking back and forth. another honking, and silence as he puts himself on mute.

because you’re no fool, and you know that peter would’ve answered the question already—if only to get you to answer his—if he didn’t know that you’d scold him for it.

“cause i can hear the wind while you swing,” you tease, though swallow, your voice is aiding the anger you should feel—because your boyfriend is a liar, and a traitor and you kinda hate him.

but you’re not really angry. you haven’t seen him since he left your house at six in the morning, so that’s probably why.

“i—“ there’s a pause. and then his voice is clear again. “that’s my hairdryer.”

“are you lying to me, peter?”

“it might even be the connection,” he continues, idly. “may’s been complaining about the service but i’ve been too busy to check the box, so—“

“are you still lying to me?”

you can almost see him swallow. “…no?”

“i told you not to call me when you’re out.”

“so you never want me to call you?” he asks, mock hurt. “when i’m not out, i’m always with you. i thought you liked my phone calls, and my voice if my memory serves me. someone really liked it—“

“you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

“peter parker, unless you want me to hang up—“

“okay, okay,” there’s still no swinging. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you’re not,” you whine, sitting on your bed and listening closely so he can’t trick you again.

“i actually am this time,” he swears. “i won’t do it again. but this is a very important matter.”

“swinging while talking is basically like texting and driving, and if i was doing that i’d be getting an earful from you.”

“it’s so not the same thing. first of all, spider senses, please keep up,” he tells you, laughing. “and who am i going to hurt in the open air?”

“a pigeon,” you say, almost angrily. “they’re an endangered species, you idiot.”

“they’re definitely not.”

“okay, then, yourself. who’s going to be my valentine if you slam into a wall and crack your head open?”

peter would not look cute without his skull, you remain firm on this fact.

you can hear his smile. “i knew you wanted to be my valentine.”

“before i knew you were lying to me.”

“you lie to me all of the time,” peter argues.

your brows furrow. “when?”

“when you said that you don’t like it when i call you,” he murmurs, almost soft, still teasing. “i know you do. you miss me.”

“i miss my boyfriend,” you answer, biting back some other remark about how you don’t miss him at all—honestly, you’re trying to prove that you’re not lying. “but apparently i’m talking to a superhero.”

“oh, did i forget to mention that? must’ve slipped my mind.”

“where are you now?” you ask. “it’s quiet.”

and then there’s a tap on the wall to your right.

“peter…”

“yes?”

“is that you?”

“maybe.”

“are you kidding?” you grumble, crawling on your knees to push back the curtains and open the window. you frown as you unlatch it, hands interrupted by other ones, doing the same thing. “how long have you been sitting out here?”

“since ‘are you lying?’ i think.” he says, in a terrible impression of your voice. “it’s cold.”

you pull him in by his wrist, immediately pushing him off when he tries to land on your bed on top of you.

peter pulls his mask off, smiling at you. “hi.”

“i’m mad. go take a shower.”

his fingers tip-toe up your arm, trying to get you to shiver. “are you really?” he hums.

“yes.”

“how can i make it up to you?”

“find me a better, non-lying valentine,” you tell him, pouting as you look away.

“is this supposed to be an answer?”

“why didn’t you just wait?” you ask instead. “if you were going to come here anyway, why didn’t you ask me in person instead of being a disappointment, and breaking a rule?”

“i don’t recall signing a contract…”

you groan, sitting up and crossing your legs as you look at him. unfortunately for you, his hair has fallen over his eyes just right, and you still want to kiss him.

“take me seriously.”

“i take everything you say,” he leans in, “very seriously.”

you push his nose. “you don’t.”

“i do!” he swears, grabbing your hand. “i’m listening. tell me what’s wrong.”

he says this condescendingly, because you already told him—kind of—but he knows that if you have to repeat it, you’ll break.

“this is why they say familiarity breeds contempt.”

peter smiles. “are you feeling contemptful right now?”

you nod.

he leans again, and you cant push him away. “how can i help?”

“you can apologize.”

peter’s smile grows softer as you look at him with eyes of steel, like he finds this version of you cute. your pout and your false anger, all bundled up into one perfect package.

just for him, you suppose.

he leans in some more, “i’m sorry,” he says, softly, just brushing your lips. “i was excited.”

you purse your lips, even while his are soft and teasing against them. it feels kind of like a feather brushing your skin, like peters got his own secret form of tickling you.

teasing you, like he always does. familiarity breeds contempt, and comfort, and confusion, and…

he kisses you fully, this time. a gentle peck. “i wanted to hear your voice,” he admits. “i’m impatient. i should listen to you more.”

“right…” you whisper, with him, as your only form of acknowledgement.

“i won’t call you while i’m out, okay? or i’ll pause somewhere.”

your brows are permanently fixed together. “don’t pause. just… get some headphones, or something.” you let your lips relax, finally, and they fall against his just as a consequence. “i like your voice too,” you admit, quietly, as an afterthought.

peters smile is bashful. “like wireless ones? not sure how that would work under the mask…”

“you made the suit,” you tell him, leaning back. “you cant figure it out, genius?”

“i’ll do it for you, i guess,” he sighs, but his fingertips trace the skin on both of your arms, simply because he’s that close.

“thank you.”

“are we done fighting now?”

you frown, pushing his hands away so you can cross your arms. “no. you really asked me to be your valentine over the phone?”

peter sighs, shaking his head. “i knew i should’ve gone with the skywriting.”

“or,” you say, rhetorically, “i don’t know, maybe a box of chocolates? flowers? a quick ‘hey, will you be my valentine?’ before you left this morning?”

“that’s so lame.”

“so is asking me over the phone.”

“i was excited,” peter argues. “i wanted an answer.”

“well you didn’t get one.”

“yes i did,” he tells you, finally grabbing your arm so he can pull you on top of him (because seriously, this is unfair).

“no.”

“you said i was your valentine,” he reminds you, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“you’re mine,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “i never said i was yours.”

“wow,” peter murmurs. “that might be the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“please. i called you a vermin to may the other day.”

he pouts, childishly.

“ask me nicely,” you say, after a moment.

“i did.”

“ask me nicely again.”

there’s a pause where two stubborn people meet at a head—literally, head to head—and consider the prospects of losing this battle.

but peter is softer than you are, when you tease a smile on your lips, he breaks. “will you be my valentine?”

“hmm,” you ponder, looking away. “i’ll think about it. i mean, there’s a lot of options to choose from.”

peter bites your nose in retaliation and the two of you laugh until you’re dizzy

*

[aliorsboxostuff]

A/N Honestly this is really self-indulgent ‘cuz my instincts went “This mf forgets to eat I just know it.” and turned it into a really fluffy fic lmao. I wrote this with a male Spiderman in mind, but gender-neutral readers are also welcome of course! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Lunch

Tags: Miguel O’hara x m!Reader, Possible gn!Reader, Peter B. Parker, Mayday Parker, mention of Gwen, Fluff, Just taking care our resident dilf, He/him prns, Spiderman!Reader, caring!reader, Emotionally constipated Miguel? Emotionally constipated Miguel., Peter being the best wingman, Mayday being her cute self, Self-indulgent

Miguel O’hara doesn't take breaks. Miguel O’hara only leaves his lair if he’s needed on a mission to set another anomaly straight. So what do you do? Exactly, force him into taking a break… Sorta.

Miguel O’hara doesn't take breaks. Miguel O’hara only leaves his lair if he’s needed on a mission to set another anomaly straight. Only when his body is finally demanding food does he leave the monitors in the care of Jessica or Lyla while he goes through the cafeteria for a satisfying meal or his favorite Empanadas. So far, if there wasn't a catastrophic event—Which is pointless because he would've seen it before anyone else—Or a Spider-person that needs his immediate help, he keeps himself perched on his platform, monitoring the vast universes, unblinking, the video of him and his daughter playing just on his peripherals. 

“Miguel! How long have you been up there?” Until you.

Another Spiderman that joined the spider society just a couple of months ago has managed to worm his way into Miguel’s thorn bushes. He doesn't even know how, or when, did you start to become a constant in his nonstop monitoring but you did, annoyingly so. Your voice echoes the large room, steps follow suit as you stand at the base of his lair.

You huff, before pulling your mask off and arching a brow while your question is left unanswered. You’ve only done this a handful of times. The day you learned that Miguel O’hara, the guy that doesn't leave his damn perch unless you can hear his stomach rumble a mile away or his body forces him to take a nap, you’ve dedicated a bit of your time to make sure he takes a time off from those screens. Spiderman or not, he still needs rest. 

“Seriously man,” You sigh, considering swinging yourself up to that damn platform. “Have you eaten anything for the last 7 hours?”

Another silence. “You missed lunch, y'know, if it weren't for Lyla I would have thought you died.”

Of course, nothing. You blink, annoyed, before deciding to just turn around and head to the cafeteria yourself. If he won't get food for himself then you will.

At this point, seeing you exit Miguel’s office has been a normal recurrence for the other Spider-people. So when you walk down the corridor, others wave and said their hi’s while you reply back. As much as you miss your universe, hanging out with others of your kind is refreshing. You reach the end of the walkway where it drops before you shoot out webs and swing to where the cafeteria is, cutting your journey short. Who knows how long Miguel has neglected his stomach?

You picked up today's dinner menu, thanking the server, before snagging an Empanada and then swiftly swinging back to Miguel's office. You make your way inside, making sure to not trip on the scattered tech and cables, and to no one’s surprise; he’s still staring at those screens. 

“Here,” You sat the plate and box down on one of the many boxes and tables around his office. “Eat it, or not. I’m sure your stomach will appreciate it if you do,”

You shrugged before swiftly walking back to exit his lair once more, rolling your eyes when he doesn't respond again. Typical.

—

“I really don't get his problem, I mean, I'm just looking out for him, isn't that what teammates do?”

“No ones ever really brought him food, man,”

“Yeah well he’ll get his own food when he starves, and I don't think the others would like that,” You snicker before landing beside Peter. He was heading to Miguels to report a new potential member so you tagged along, besides you missed holding Mayday. 

“I think he appreciates it though,” Peter presses the button and the door opens, the three of you walking inside. You cross your arm, watching as Mayday starts to scale his dad, her giggles contagious.

“Weird way of showing it,” You huff, eyeing the girl as she starts pulling at Peter's strands before you reach for her, cradling her against your chest and tickling her little body. “No ‘Thank you’? Or y’know, a small ‘thanks’ maybe?” 

She coos, turning her head as if she understands your rambling. You hold her under her arms, then nuzzle her fluffy hair which makes her giggle.  You stare down her eyes, wrinkling your nose. “He’s a little crap isn't he, May?” She cackles in delight which makes you grin.

“Hey, no swearing around the kid,” Peter grumbles and when Mayday makes grabby hands towards her father, you hand her back.

“Says the dad that takes his daughter on missions?” You smirk, lightly punching Pete’s shoulder, making both of you laugh, and Mayday follows suit with her giggles. Finally reaching Miguel’s lair, the man is always on his platform, before Peter calls for him to report. As you watch the platform dramatically descend, this time with Miguel holding a screen tablet and facing you and Peter.

At least he’s not facing those screens this time, you thought. You cross your arms, eye scanning around the room when you spot a clean cafeteria plate on the same table you left it on a couple of hours before. 

“Hey uh…” Peter hums when you start to reach for the plate. “You go on ahead, I’ll be right back,” 

You quickly picked up the utensil and went ahead outside, already swinging your way toward the cafeteria. You peek inside the box and to your delight, the empanada you brought for him is already gone. You smile, humming in relief as you make your way to drop off the plate. You gave it to the staff and threw the box into the trash before you made your way back to the lair again.

A smile creeps its way to your lips and it won't leave, the feeling of a small blooming rose inside your heart as you realize Miguel does eat the food you leave for him. 

As you made your way through the doors, you heard the deep baritone of Miguel's voice conversing with Peter. 

“I don't understand him.” That made your step falter. You swiftly pressed back to the hallway leading to Miguel's lair, making sure to hear their voices clearly, though deep down you knew you shouldn't do this. 

“What don't you understand, man? He just cares about you,” Peter's voice is accompanied by Mayday's giggling. “He brings you food and makes sure you take breaks, I mean, I think that’s a pretty good thing,”

“I know It’s a good thing, Peter. But why? What does he want?”

“Not everything needs to have an ulterior motive, Miguel,” Peter chuckles, you can hear Mayday's laughs too. “Maybe he just wants to. Who knows,”

Then there was silence. You blink, processing the conversation, a million other thoughts fly by you, the biggest was your worry about burdening him. Maybe Miguel doesn't want you to do this, why else would he think you wanted something from him? Maybe you should back down, leave him alone like how everyone else treats him, maybe-

“It is… Nice of him, though,” A sudden rush of heat flows into your cheeks.

“I should thank him, one of these days,” Miguel continued. At this point, Peter should have sensed you but has said nothing. Until Mayday turns the corner and then came crawling into your view, you decided to make your appearance. 

You scoop up the little girl, cuddling her close to your chest. “Hey, kiddo! You shouldn't be back here!”

She cackles, little hands reaching for your strands which makes you laugh. You pull your head up to see Miguel and Peter standing at the end of the hallway, Peter with an oddly smug look while Miguel suddenly turns towards his monitors. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothin’, just done reporting,” Peter shrugs nonchalantly, walking towards you before taking Mayday, “I should head back though, this little spider needs her nap, don't you?” 

Mayday giggles in her father's arm, Peter already waving as he exits the office. “Later, you two!”

“See ya’ Pete!” You wave back, catching May’ little hands waving too before the door closes. 

Now it's just you and Miguel. It's rare seeing him off of the platform, away from that far-away bubble. You’ve only seen him on duty with other Spideys, that's the only time he’s away from the glowing screens. He’s still focused on the screen tablet when you jogged closer. Now that you’re meters away from him, You notice how broad his shoulders actually are, and the slight curls on the back of his head. You clear your throat, looking at anything other than Miguel.

“So… The new recruit Peter gave you? We taking them in?”

“Huh? Yeah, yes.” Miguel shifts slightly, you rub your hands together.

“Alright, cool,” You cringe, the air suffocating with tension and unspoken words. You look around, before deflating, your hand scratching the back of your neck. “Well… I’m gonna go then-”

“Wait.” You stop yourself from turning. “You don't have to keep doing that,”

“Doing what?” You raise a brow, with your mask off and Miguel in front of you, he can clearly see your slightly smug face.

“That. Bringing me food. I don't need it,” Miguel finally pries his eyes away from the tablet, now meeting yours. 

You chuckle. “Last time I checked, you're still human Miguel,”

“I can do that myself,” He steps towards you, which makes you pull up your hands defensively. 

“Alright, sure boss, but you only eat when your body forces you. That can't be healthy,” You huff, crossing your arms and meeting his deep reds. He backs down, looking towards the far wall. 

Great, an argument instead of him just agreeing with me, You sighs, looking down at the concrete floor. What were you thinking? Miguel can take care of himself, of course, he’s a fucking old man and you probably disrupted his old man metabolism or some shit like that.

“I- Thanks.” Your perk up, quickly meeting his still-averting eyes. “That's what I wanted to say. Thanks,”

You smirk. ”Yeah, of course, Miguel,” 

“Maybe… You can let Lyla take over, or someone, and uh…” Shit, maybe this is too bold…

Fuck it. “Join me for lunch, sometime?”

It was a mistake. The deafening silence was clearly a loud rejection from Miguel and you wanted to quickly blurt out something, anything to salvage what you had before, but he beat you to it.

“Sure, sometime,” You whip your head around, almost smacking with how close Miguel and you were standing. His eyes widened slightly, a ghost of a smirk across his lips and it made you gulp.

“Y-yeah, sometimes, yeah,” His brow quirks a bit when you start stumbling your way through his lair. “I should uh- I think Gwen called me so uh-” 

The last thing he saw from you was your stuttering word and your body turning the corner of his office, then a loud ‘Fuck yeah!’ before you disappeared. Truly a wonder how you, out of anyone, managed to pique Miguel’s interest. 

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