#tony stark is a dad and a daddy

[nashilayladragneel]

I have a thing for traumatized men who turn out to be okayish father figures.

[fbfh]

Thinking about how aggressively protective over you dad!Tony is. Like whenever someone is fucking mean or rude to you, or generally gives you trouble like... you have to laugh. Cause you know what's coming. You were out running some errands (aka picking up falafel and shwarma for you, your dad, Peter, and Harley) when you ducked into a cute little boutique on the way. You saw a pair of sunglasses that were so cute, but upon further investigation, they had weird designs all along the sides. You laugh at how terrible it looks and get a picture to show your dad when you get back. You're about to leave when some stupid fucking Paul Blart mall cop drags you into the back of the store and accuses you of shoplifting. You just laugh. You laugh and ask Jarvis to call your dad. Knockoff Paul blart is trying to scare you into confessing to something you didn't do, threatening you with jail time and telling you your parents can't bail you out now, it's too late for that. You record part of the conversation and send it to your dad. About 0.0000001 second later you get a notification that he's on his way. You hear his repulsors outside and moments later he's storming into the back of the boutique.

"Okay, chachi, you've got about three seconds to explain to me what the hell you think you're doing here."

"Sir, are you the father of-"

"Three..."

"O-of this-"

"Two..."

"-was suspected to be shoplifting-"

"And you're done!"

You watch with a barely repressed laugh as your dad TEARS into this motherfucker. Like he is not holding back in he slightest. Tony KNOWS his kid. There is not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that this is a result of some miserable little man on a powertrip who couldn't get into cop school. And Tony TELLS HIM that to his fucking face. You watch a sad, angry little man reduced to tears after being roasted to within an inch of his life by your dad. It's giving "you pathetic, short little man. you don't have any friends, or any family, or any LAND." By the time he's finally done, you dad looks the guy dead in the eye ad tells him with more confidence that paul blart has ever felt in his life

"If you're lucky, maybe you'll be scrubbing my floors with a toothbrush. Maybe."

Tony ushers you out of there, ordering some food and coffee and asking Jarvis to cancel the next chunk of scheduled events so he can spend some time with you, make sure you're okay. He may or may not have also bought that little boutique, because when someone messes with his kid, Tony does NOT let it slide.

[teddytheartist]

Harley arriving in New York for the summer ~

[spock-stark7]

One day you’re 11 years old going to the movies to watch the new Spider-Man movie that your cousin wants to watch, you fall in love with that Iron Man dude who’s in the movie for like five minutes, you get obsessed over their father and son relationship, you go back to watch all the marvel movies to have ever existed and the next day you’re 18 and very worried about a thing called Doomsday and Secret Wars

[mclsquared]

please officer— that's my emotional support traumatized and reluctant father figure character

[le-fandom-prince]

put me in a room with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers

i will cry

[m3vl0vesu]

I need honesty here. Was anyone so obsessed with Tony Stark as a kid for like VERY specific reasons? Like my reasons changed not even half way through childhood but to dumb it down, daddy issues. But like I was OBSESSED with that character like no other, he was the reason for my years long Marvel hyper-fixation and also the reason I don't want to fully let go of it. I've moved on sure but little-something year old me? She loved him, his character and his movies. I was so mentally ill over him if that makes sense? Like I just NEED to know I wasn't the only one. The chokehold father figure characters have over me 🫠

[peachyrogerss]

UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

words: 4.1k

It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room. 

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest. 

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister. 

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself. 

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued. 

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon. 

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room. 

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her. 

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back. 

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing. 

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck. 

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

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«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

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Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

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Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

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It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin. 

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke. 

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak. 

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

»•» 🦋 «•«

[aes70]

That actually explains a lot🧍🏼‍♂️.

[pandagirl45]

Strange: steve would you like to see your father again?

Steve: *shaking out his hands clenching up* please

Strange:

Strange: I forgot you, banner, barton, stark, and my own partner have daddy issues *leaves*

Steve: I am on the daddy issue list!!!

[unofficial-crow]

“-is my dad”, “-is my dad”, where’s your real dad, huh?

[kingoftieland]

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there who conquer all those chores and help keep the house clean! You’re superheroes and we love you 3000!!! ❤️

[missmarvelobsession]

Not me crying every time I watch Iron Man 2 and Tony is going through his dad's stuff playing old tapes and at the end of one Howard says "What is and always will be my greatest creation is you." 🥺🥺🥺

[determinedwriter]

Hey so if you don’t like my stories or one shots that contain SA, but don’t have to read them. I’ll always put trigger warnings in the tags. For someone who has gone through some unfortunate things relating to it, it’s therapeutic to write and read fanfics about. I understand if this isn’t your cup of tea or if it’s just too triggering for you, but please don’t hate me for it.

I’m just a human who writes through her trauma. Thanks y’all

Also I have daddy issues so that’s why I’m constantly writing some form of iron dad lol

[waitimcomingtoo]

I’ll Cry If I Want To

Pairing: enemies to lovers!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: you get stood up on your birthday and Peter attempts to cheer you up despite your feud

Masterlist

Peter walked into the kitchen in the tower and was immediately greeted by a confetti popper exploding in his face followed by a tender kiss on the forehead from Tony.

“Oh, my. Good morning to me.” Peter smiled at the greeting.

“Damn it, Parker.” Tony groaned. “I thought you were my little girl.”

“Don’t feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.” You said as you walked into the kitchen behind Peter. The two of you made eye contact and you gave him an innocent smile while he rolled his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.“ He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.

“Happy birthday, baby girl.” Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled and hugged him back.

“Thank you, daddy.” Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didn’t know that was today. I mean, I’d been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.”

“Nice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.” You replied.

“Really?” He gasped. “Might want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.”

“Don’t talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.” You snapped and tapped your nose twice to point out the zit on the tip of Peter nose. He covered it with his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Children, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.” Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.

“Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to make sure Peter knew about the giant pimple on his nose in case he was going to see anyone today.” You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.

“Any plans for the night, jelly bean?” Tony asked you.

“Nothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.”

“Oh God. Is this gonna be one of those crazy parties where you all get drunk and things get out of hand and you accidentally kill someone and have to dispose of the body together while hijixs ensues?” Peter. whined.

“No, because this isn’t one of the pornos you watch.” You scoffed.

“Pfft. That is not what I watch.” He insisted. “Where would I even find something like that? What would I even type? I’m open to suggestions.”

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re such a weirdo. And don’t be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them you’re a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you don’t have a chance with any of them.”

“I don’t want to date your freakbob friends anyway.” He scoffed. “And to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I don’t want to hear you birds all night too.”

“I actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?” You asked through a smile.

“That’s a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if I’m not busy.” He replied and matched your smile.

“You? Busy?” You laughed. “Please. Busy doing what?”

“Peter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.” Tony answered you.

“Oh. Okay. Do you need any help?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.” Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.

“Yeah. I’ve got it.” Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.

“I’ll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?” Tony told you before kissing your forehead.

“Okay. Bye. Have fun.” You smiled sadly as he left the room.

“You look greasy, by the way.” Peter said once you were alone.

“Like I care what you think. Even your hairline won’t stay with you.” You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.

“It’s not actually receding, is it?” He asked and touched his hair.

“Maybe your forehead is just getting bigger.” You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.

“Bite me.” He replied and stopped touching his hair.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You chuckled. “Isn’t that how you got your powers, spider boy?”

“Yup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?” He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.

“Watch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.” You warned him.

“You wouldn’t.” He said quietly.

“Try me.” You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.

“You win. Here’s your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.” He said as he handed you a homemade birthday card from his jeans pocket before quickly running out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled once he was gone and read the card. As annoying as you normally found him, you appreciated that he remembered your birthday. Inside the card was a crude drawing of the two of you fighting next to a drawing of a gift card to Planet Fitness.

Peter strolled into your bedroom around 10 pm when he had grown curious as to why your friends weren’t there yet. It was getting kind of late and you had listed many activities that you had planned to do while Peter begrudgingly listened to you talk earlier in the day. You were still in your room by yourself so he went in and knocked on your door to see what was happening.

“Hey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.” Peter said as he leaned against your doorway. You were sitting on your bed with your knees draw to your chest and your chin resting on top of them as you stared out the window.

“Do that anyway.” You mumbled and didn’t move from your position.

“I’m going to. I can’t listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacy’s theories are always way off.” He continued. You still didn’t turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.

“Hello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?” He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.

“Seriously though, when are they coming?”

“They’re not coming.” You said finally in a horse voice.

“Why? What happened? Did they finally realize you’re an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddy’s credit card?” Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.

“Something like that.” You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.

“Whats going on? Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Just go away.” You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.” He said and handed you a tissue. You gave him a skeptical look and he held up one hand in defense while waving the tissue in the other like a white flag. You sighed and took the tissue before wiping your eyes.

“They found out it wasn’t a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.“ You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.

“They cancelled? Why?”

“Because no one wants to come to my party. They want to come to a Stark Industries party with puppies in the gift bags and acrobats suspended from the ceiling and Avengers walking around like party clowns. Just hanging out with me wasn’t cool enough so they all bailed.” You sniffled and turned back to look out the window. Peter raised his hand to place it on your shoulder but then drew it back. He didn’t know if he was who you’d want to comfort you and he didn’t want to push it.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

“Like you care.” You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.

“I do care.” He insisted. “And I’m very sorry this happened to you tonight.”

“No you’re not.” You scoffed. “You’re probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.”

“It’s not.” He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.

“It’s not? Look at me, Peter. I’m pathetic. I’m alone on my birthday because I wasn’t good enough for anyone to hang out with.” You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but you’d never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.

“You were right.” You said quietly. “I am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And I’m sure you’re anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say “I told you so” and prove to me once again that I’m always wrong.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a minute without looking at each other. Peter felt guilty that you were expecting him to kick you while you were down. You were feeling your own guilt for snapping at him when he was trying to be nice.

“I’m not gonna say that.” He said after a beat.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just go away.” You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldn’t find the words. He patted your shoulder twice before getting up and leaving your room. You turned to look at the door once he was gone and felt yourself missing his presence. You turned back to the window and stared out at the night sky through your teary eyes and let time pass.

After a while, you started to smell something. You sniffed the air until you recognized it as the scent of a something burning. Out of sheer curiosity, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and padded into the kitchen. You found Peter in the kitchen with a lace trimmed pink apron tied around his waist and flour smeared on his cheek. You smiled in surprise and leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. He was humming to himself a song you didn’t recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.

“Jesus. You scared me. But I guess I should’ve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Well, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.” Peter began.

“And?” You asked.

“And so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.” He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me?” Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.

“I’m joking. I’m clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.” He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.

“Yeah, that’s a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.”

“Because it’s your birthday you miserable bitch. And everyone deserves a cake baked with love. Now do you prefer chocolate or vanilla frosting on your burnt cake?” He asked and held up two cans of frosting. You looked between the two before your eyes settled on him. You hugged your blanket tighter around yourself and shook your head.

“I don’t want your pity.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have it so shut up and grab a spatula before I rescind your choice in the matter and funfetti the fuck out of this cake.” He replied and held out a spatula. You stared at it and felt compelled to take it and join him, but you were still throwing yourself a pity party.

“No.”

“No? Look, I’m trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?” Peter sighed and looked at you. You stared at him for a while before cracking the slightest smile. He noticed the smile and knew he had succeeded in his plan to cheer you up.

“Fine. But I’m not eating that. That’s what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. We’ll make a new one. But I’m not touching raw eggs.” You told him and grabbed your dad’s matching pink apron from the drawer.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Princess.” Peter mumbled under his breath. You glared at him through your lashes as you threw some flour and sugar into a bowl. Peter went to put the butter in but you pushed his hand away.

“It can’t be cold butter or it won’t mix properly. It has to be room temperature.” You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.

“Oh. Let’s pop it in the microwave then.”

“We can’t do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?” You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.

“Maybe just a little.” Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.

“There. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.” You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.

“Wow. That was really smart.” He said genuinely. “Women really do belong in the kitchen.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldn’t help but watch you over his shoulder as you combined the rest of the dry ingredients and expertly cracked an egg in one hand. He rarely got to see you like this, no makeup and in lounge clothes. And he definitely never saw you upset before. He was used to the perfectly groomed and standoffish version of yourself so this change of pace brought him unexpected joy.

“Move over. That’s not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.” You told him and reminded him of the you he knew. You bumped him with your hip and put your hands over his to help him fold the batter.

“Like laundry?” He asked as his cheeks heated up.

“Like you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.” You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.

“Oh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.” He confessed.

“And how does that work out for you?” You asked him.

“Look in the trash and you’ll find out.” Peter replied and eyed the burnt cake in the garbage can. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and kept helping him fold the batter. Everytime he tried to stir the batter, you gently corrected his hands to fold it instead.

“Why don’t you just do it?” He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.

“Because you won’t learn if I do it.” You replied in a softer tone. Peter went quiet since you were being unexpectedly nice to him. You let the batter sit for minute once you were satisfied and then poured in into a cake pan.

“There. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.” You told him as you shut the oven door.

“Oh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-“

“Shut it.” You warned him. Peter pretended to zipper his lips and throw away the key. You cracked a smile before starting to clean up the kitchen. Peter wordlessly helped you tidy up and you exchanged a soft smile with each other in the silence of the kitchen.

“What was your worst birthday?” You asked after a long beat of silence.

“Are you talking to me?” Peter asked after looking around.

“Peter, we’re the only ones in the room.”

“Sorry. It’s not like you’ve ever asked me a personal question before. It’s usually “are you stupid?” or “can you go away?” or “do you need a tampon cry baby?” He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” You said quietly. “I sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.”

“I’m mean too.” Peter shrugged.

“You tease me.” You shook your head. “I’m just cruel.”

“I think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Don’t let it keep you up at night. I’m sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.” Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didn’t crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.

“Do you think I’m hard to be around?” You asked after a minute. Peter was about to crack another joke until he saw the look on your face. He could tell you needed a friend right now and was filled with determination to be one.

“No. I think those girls you called your “friends” are hard to be around.” He said seriously. “I’ve seen you with them. They’re the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. They’re a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They don’t care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isn’t the first time they’ve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because you’re never fully included. You think no one notices because you tell stories about your charming adventures together but I see it in your eyes. They make you feel like an afterthought. You act tough and pretend it doesn’t bother you but I know that it does. You shouldn’t hang out with them anymore.”

“Then who am I going to hang out with?” You shrugged sadly. “Without them, I don’t have any friends.”

“Sitting alone is better than sitting at a table where you’re the topic of conversation when you get up.” Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You said quietly. Peter nodded his head in understanding and let a silence fall between the two of for a while. He was going to say that you wouldn’t be alone because you’d have him, but he didn’t know if you wanted to hear that.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“No.” You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Why don’t you like me?” He asked without looking into our eyes. You saw that coming and stared at him to try and get a sense of what was going on in his head. He slowly looked back up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“Do you remember that time the power went out in the city due to that Max guy or whatever and we all lit candles and hung out in the tower?”

“Uh oh.” Peter gulped. “You answered my question with another question. That can’t be good.”

“Shut up. Do you remember or not?” You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.

“I remember that.” He told you and held your gaze.

“You were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didn’t really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.

“I remember that.” He nodded. “It was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.”

“I know. I told you I felt like that too sometimes. And then we stayed up for hours talking about every stupid thing we ever worried about and gave each other advice. I think at one point I gave you advice on how much conditioner to use.” You said as you replayed the night in your memory. You had a look on your face that Peter had never seen on you before. It was natural and relaxed and playful, all things he knew to be the opposite of you. It was so rare that the two of you were getting along and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin in.

“A dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.” He chuckled. “You were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasn’t crying so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if we’d always been friends. You quieted all my fears that night. I was initially so embarrassed about it but then I felt a lot better knowing someone had my back no matter how bad I messed up.”

“I always had your back.” You insisted. “Even when I was mean to you. If you were in trouble with my dad, I was always here talking him down and trying to get him to see your side. He sees you through the lense of his child that he doesn’t want hurt but I’ve always seen you as a hero who wants to help. I even got him to give you the suit back when you were 15. And it was my idea to put the warmers in because you told me you’re always cold.”

“Really? You were rooting for me this whole time?” He cracked a smile in surprise.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Always.”

“Then how come you act like…” Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.

“Like what?” You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.

“Like you hate me.” He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.

“I don’t hate you.” You said sheepishly.

“You don’t?” He asked in genuine surprise. You looked at him and he could see the guilt in your eyes even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“No. I don’t. I never did.”

“Then how come we don’t get along anymore?” He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.

“One of the things we had talked about that night was how my one regret about being homeschooled was never getting to experience a prom. I told you had dreamed of it since I was a little girl and it broke my heart to know I’d never have one. So then you said…” You trailed off, thinking he’d remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.

“I said what?” He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.

“You promised to take me. To yours.” You told him. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment before he burst out laughing. Your sadness immediately hardened into anger at the sound of him laughing at you.

“Wait, you’ve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didn’t take you to a stupid school dance?” Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you weren’t laughing too.

“Oh. We’re not laughing?” He asked.

“Why is that funny to you?” You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.

“Well I was- I was a kid.” He said simply. “I had a huge crush on this girl Liz and we were finally becoming friends so I asked her and she said yes. That was years after I promised you that. I’m sorry but I didn’t remember.”

Peter thought you were going to yell at him and hurl a parade of insults his way, but you just nodded your head and looked down at the ground.

“You’re right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.” You mumbled and started walking towards the door to leave. Peter knew he had messed up big time and possibly just killed any and all chances of the two of you becoming friends.

“Wait.” He said desperately just as the kitchen timer went off. You stopped walking and watched him haphazardly take the cake out of the oven and throw it in the stove top as he blew on it.

“You should stay. We have to frost it.” He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.

“You can’t frost it while it’s hot. It’ll slip right off.” You said without looking at him.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-“

“I have to go.” You cut him off and swiftly left the kitchen.

You went back to your room to resume the pouting you had started earlier. You felt guilty about walking out on Peter but it had hurt you to know that a promise that had meant a lot to you didn’t even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didn’t take long for Peter to start making noise in the kitchen, interrupting your thought spiral. You heard things falling out of cabinets followed by Peter swearing. He bumbled around for a while and slowly drove you crazy with all the noise he was making until you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of “The Dancing Queen” coming from downstairs. You groaned in frustration and got out of bed to go downstairs and see what was happening.

When you got to the living room, Peter was standing there in one of your dad’s suits that hugged him a little too tightly around his muscles. The room looked like it had been decorated by a child with poorly hung streamers, ripped up construction paper to act as confetti, and bunches of webs that Peter had tried to shape into stars and moons. He had dimmed the lights and put a single bowl of chips on the counter, which he proudly stood beside.

“What the hell is this?” You asked him.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked with a huge smile.

“No.” You said immediately. “Please kill yourself.”

“I will.” He promised. “After one dance.”

“I’m not dancing with you. I’m not doing any of this.” You told him and turned to leave. You heard a “pst” right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peter’s arms. He caught you with ease and winked when you landed in his arms. You rolled your eyes at him but felt a smile tugged at your lips.

“Please? Just one dance? Then I’ll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.” He pleaded as he stared into your eyes. He looked so desperate that you found yourself nodding before you knew what you were agreeing to. He smiled in excitement and twirled you around before slowly swaying to the beat. You begrudgingly sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck while his stayed in a respectable place on your hips. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept yours on the ceiling.

“You can look at me, you know.” He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.

“Your corsage, my lady.” He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.

“This is so stupid.” You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.

“It’s about to get even more stupid. Wait here.” He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morgan’s plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.

“Every prom needs its queen.” He said as he placed the crown on your head. You made eye contact as he stepped forward to adjust it and you felt your breath catch in your throat from how close he was.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said quietly.

“Yes I did. I owed you a prom experience. I’m sorry I didn’t take you the first time. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. You just caught me off guard. I have spent many nights thinking of all the things I could have done to make you hate me. I genuinely forgot about that promise. I had no idea this entire time that you hated me because of prom.” He said as the two of you started swaying to the music again. You felt a feeling rise up in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt for Peter in many years.

“It wasn’t just the prom.” You admitted before you could think about it.

“It wasn’t? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?” He asked. “I did that to Wanda once and now she’ll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.”

“That’s disgusting.” You said flatly. “But no. It wasn’t that.”

“Then what?” He wondered.

“It’s stupid. You’ll just laugh again.”

“No I won’t.” He assured you. “Probably. I’ll definitely try really hard not to.

“Come on. Please tell me.” He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. “You have to tell me now or I’ll become so annoying so quickly. I’ll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when it’s clearly only funny if you’re watching it.”

“I can’t tell you. It’s dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.” You said and hoped he’d drop it.

“It can’t be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?” He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.

“Oh shit. Did you have a crush on me?” He asked in a soft voice. You looked down at the ground to avoid having to look him in the eyes now that you were caught.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “You were my age and had these cool powers and muscles and unexpected sense of humor. I was homeschooled and had swiped to the end of Tinder. You were my only option.”

“Oh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?” He said through a laugh but it hurt him. You could sense in his voice that you had just hurt his feelings and for once, that wasn’t what you wanted.

“I mean, not the only choice.” You added. “Cap used to hang around a lot more and he’s not the worst looking. But he’s like 500 so I never really had a chance.”

“Why me, then?” He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.

“Because you were kind.” You admitted. “You didn’t need to take on as much as what you did at such a young age but you refused to do the easy stuff. You used to drive my dad crazy with how for you begged for assignments. You were so determined to get out there and save people, it was almost obnoxious. You were never content getting back stolen bikes. You always wanted to protect people from the big things. Even when you were just a kid. I liked that about you. I still do.”

“Still?” He gulped. “Even now?”

Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and “Munch” started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.

“Sorry about that. I don’t know who put that on my playlist.” He quickly lied.

“It was you.”

“It was me, yeah.” He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.

“This was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.” You said genuinely. “I should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.”

“But we haven’t frosted the cake yet. It’s still your birthday. You can’t go to bed without any cake.” He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.

“I don’t know. It’s late.”

“Come on. It’ll be fast. That’s one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.” He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.

“Fine. Let’s make it fast.” You agreed and walked over to him. He smiled at you joining him and got out the frosting. He handed you a spatula and you started to frost the cake.

“You don’t have to keep wearing that if you don’t want.” Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.

“Back off. It’s mine.” You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.

“I really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.” You told him.

“You can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-“

“No.” You cut him off.

“Worth a try.” He mumbled.

“Really, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“In a way, I’m glad your stupid friends cancelled on you. It gave us an opportunity to spend time together. And this was the least I could do for not taking you to my real prom. Which was total buns, by the way. I missed most of it because I was putting my dates dad in jail.”

“Well I’m glad that didn’t happen tonight.” You laughed softly.

“Me either. I wish I took you to the first one. We could have been friends this whole time if I had just remembered my promise.” He sighed.

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago. I’m done moping about it. I’m ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.”

“I’m ready for that too.” He smiled at you. “Especially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because it’s kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.”

“It does smell really good. I can’t even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me you’re getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled and looked over at you. He didn’t stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.

“What?” You laughed shyly.

“I can’t believe you ever liked me. And that this whole time, I had no idea. I am so not cool enough for a girl like you to like.”

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t like I dropped any hints.”

“Maybe not. It just doesn’t feel real. I wouldn’t believe it even if you weren’t always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.”

“Reciprocating? You liked me too?” You asked as your mouth went dry.

“Are you kidding? You’re my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention you’re funny, smart, good with a screwdriver and the apparently my biggest supporter. Though you did it in secret. Make no mistake, birthday girl. I had the biggest crush on you for years. Even when you were being mean to me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You said quietly. You had your back to him as you washed your hands but you could feel his eyes on you. You peaked over your shoulder and sure enough, Peter’s eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.

“You know, as mean as your insults were, they were always clever. And you always looked good saying them. How could I not fall for you?” He said as he came up behind you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, along with a scent that was just distinctly Peter, making your heart pound in your ears. You turned around and leaned against the counter as you looked into his eyes.

“Well how do you feel now?” You asked with unwavering eye contact.

“I feel like those feelings never left.” He admitted. You had never heard such confidence in his voice and it was just the thing to tip the scales back in his favor.

“Hm. Interesting.” You shrugged and turned back around. It was almost like you could hear the disappointment in the air once you had your back to him again. You decided not to torture him forever and give in to what you both wanted.

“Peter?” You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Clear the countertop.”

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Guilty as sin

Warning: daddy kink, wet dreams, watching (i don’t remember what it’s called😭) and I don’t remember but smut

When your back for home for summer you never know what could happen, especially with your dads best friend Natasha…

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"Nat fuck nat please-oh god please" you moan as Natasha rubs your clit "you like that detka hm?" You buck your hips toward her hand but she moves away"no natty no please-" you whine "patience little girl... you gonna love this even more" you watch her standing at the end of the bed taking of her belt and jeans and pulling down her boxers just enough for her cock to stand proud, she moves back onto be and lines up to your core and just when she's about to split you open... *buzz buzz buzz* your alarm goes off, yet another night you've had a wet dream about your daddy's best friend.

Being home for summer was amazing, it was nice to see your dad again although that feeling can get old fast sometimes, this time faster then anytime before when you had only be home for about 5 minutes when your dad asked if you’d been getting any at uni, what the fuck, that was a crazy thing to ask but that’s what Tony stark was like as a dad and honestly it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was if you didn’t have a crush on his best friend who you’d be having wet dreams about for months.

You get out of bed put on your silk robe that Natasha had given to you for your 19th birthday a few months ago, you walk out your room and down to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As you walk through the hallway and get closer to the kitchen you can hear your father talking with someone. You enter the kitchen to see the woman featuring in all your pantie ruining dreams, Natasha Romanoff looking as gorgeous as ever even in her black t shirt and grey sweatpants making parts of her really stand out, this was not what you needed after the dream you just had.

Natasha smiles as she see you wake in starting to walk over to you from where she was standing leaning against the counter.

“Such a sleepy girl” she says pulling you into a hug, something you hadn’t given her in months since your crush had amplified to this crazy level of neediness “finally a hug from my girl” she said pulling you closer but all you can focus on now is how you can feel her shaft against your front. You had known Natasha your whole life and as soon as you started to have crushes she was your first and longest, you’d had a crush on her now since you where twelve obviously the feelings you felt had changed a bit over time with a sexual need too. 

“Hi” you say as she pulls away “hey dad” you greet your dad and walk over to the fridge to get some orange juice “how was your sleep?” Your dad asked, he could tell something was up, you blush at his question as you fill your glass and turn back around to face them, leaning back against the counter opposite them “Emm…okay I guess” your face was only blushing more “you don’t seem very sure” Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression “just like dreams and stuff you know” “dreams not nightmares, ohhhh someone having sex dreams” Tony teases, you look over at him with a death glare can’t he just be a normal dad for once “dad really?” You look over at Natasha embarrassed “hey don’t look at me to save you I’m just as interested” Natasha smirks.

“I’m not even- ugh imma shower” you leave the room before you somehow reveal who it’s about. You go back to your room and into the bathroom as you had an ensuite bathroom, you drop the robe and turn the shower on, after a minute you walk into the rainfall shower.

You can’t help yourself as your had slides down to clit rubbing in tight circles as you think of Natasha, imagining her doing this to you, kissing down your neck, telling you what she wants to do to you “Natasha… fuck…” you moan as you cum glad that the house you live in is absolutely giant.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, walking into your bedroom jumping a little when you see Natasha standing in your room with a smirk on her face “Natasha what are you..” you stop before you finish just now realising she may have heard you. “I came to leave you some pastries for after your shower but I just couldn’t help but stay when I heard those lovely noises you where making detka”

You freeze as Natasha walks over to you pulling you in and kissing you harshly, her hands falling to your ass. You both pull away for breath.

“On the bed princess” you walk backwards until you fall onto the bed and spread your legs open, your towel had fallen off at some point as you only notice. Natasha stands at the end of the bed “touch your clit detka” she commands and you do, moaning a little as your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Natasha watches over you with her hand falling into her pants starting to touch herself too.

“If you’re a good girl and tell me want you want you can have more princess” you speed up wanting even more but it’s not her, it’s not enough without her touching you “I want you natty please, rip me open please, do anything to make I don’t care just fuck me!” You scream and before you know if Natasha is on top of you and pushing herself in your cunt “call me daddy detka” you can’t help but hold back your moan, Natasha was so big, you’d never had anything this big in you before “yes daddy”

“Good girl” Natasha says kissing and nibbling at your neck “faster daddy please daddy I need to…” Natasha listens to you speeding up and bringing one of her hands down to rub your clit “cum for daddy princess…daddy’s gonna cum in you…fill you up with my baby’s” a few seconds later you cum with a scream.

Natasha keeps railing into your sensitive core “daddy I-“ you whine but are interrupted by Natasha “fuck detka fuck daddy’s gonna cum” and she does, filling you full with her cum.

She fall down next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek “I’m glad I heard you in the shower, god I wanted you so bad and hopefully now you’ll be filled with my baby’s all plump and pregnant”

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