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If I had a nickel for every time I had a wolfboy OC named Peter Andy Wolf I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, and it's a pity that I've only been able to use that name twice.
#Special thanks to my sister who came up with the middle name#They're not the same character one of them craves hugs like nobody's business the other one will only allow his friend to touch him#One of them wants nothing more than to be human again even though he can't while the other one didn't even know he used to be human#And is rather confused when his curse is broken#One of them is hopefully gonna be an allegory for breaking the cycle of abuse the other one is just a boy I'm putting through the wringer#Oh I just heard Henry's Peter snarl at me going all 'you mean you put me through all this for NOTHING?!'#So that's another of my characters who justifiably hates my guts so much that they tried to break the fourth wall to tear my throat out#Jokes on them i live in a more real plane of reality#Oh and Red's Peter is hunched in on himself#and saying in the tiniest voice that was ever not a whisper 'but i don't want to be an allegory for breaking the cycle of abuse'#So that's... something#Can't believe I made a fictional boy cry before giving him a single line of dialogue#Ah and now my girl Dot has decided to jump in to say 'you would have done it to me. But I don't think I remember how.'#And my boy Fire the sentient Fire has helpfully added 'you didn't give me tear ducts!' in the most fake-cheerful voice Ive ever not-heard#Sally is looking at me with the dissaproving eyes of a little girl who's killed a god before and isn't afraid to kill one again#I don't even know WHEN she killed a god much less how#And when I asked her she said 'you'll find out'#So. I guess that's another thing to look forward to then.#Only one that's left to round out the gang is Grin#but when I sought after his thoughts he was like 'don't look at me my only character trait is that I like falcons and other raptors'#It should be noted that he said that while stroking the crest of one of his falcons#So that's one fake child I haven't traumatized at least
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Iâll 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
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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.
âOh, my. Good morning to me.â Peter smiled at the greeting.
âDamn it, Parker.â Tony groaned. âI thought you were my little girl.â
âDonât feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.â 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.
âHa ha.â He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.
âHappy birthday, baby girl.â Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.
âThank you, daddy.â You smiled and hugged him back.
âThank you, daddy.â Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.
âSorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didnât know that was today. I mean, Iâd been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.â
âNice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.â You replied.
âReally?â He gasped. âMight want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.â
âDonât talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.â 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.
âChildren, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.â Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.
âSorry, 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.â You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.
âAny plans for the night, jelly bean?â Tony asked you.
âNothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.â
âOh 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?â Peter. whined.
âNo, because this isnât one of the pornos you watch.â You scoffed.
âPfft. That is not what I watch.â He insisted. âWhere would I even find something like that? What would I even type? Iâm open to suggestions.â
âShut up.â You laughed. âYouâre such a weirdo. And donât be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them youâre a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you donât have a chance with any of them.â
âI donât want to date your freakbob friends anyway.â He scoffed. âAnd to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I donât want to hear you birds all night too.â
âI actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?â You asked through a smile.
âThatâs a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if Iâm not busy.â He replied and matched your smile.
âYou? Busy?â You laughed. âPlease. Busy doing what?â
âPeter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.â Tony answered you.
âOh. Okay. Do you need any help?â You asked.
âI wouldnât ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.â Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.
âYeah. Iâve got it.â Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.
âIâll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?â Tony told you before kissing your forehead.
âOkay. Bye. Have fun.â You smiled sadly as he left the room.
âYou look greasy, by the way.â Peter said once you were alone.
âLike I care what you think. Even your hairline wonât stay with you.â You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.
âItâs not actually receding, is it?â He asked and touched his hair.
âMaybe your forehead is just getting bigger.â You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.
âBite me.â He replied and stopped touching his hair.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â You chuckled. âIsnât that how you got your powers, spider boy?â
âYup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?â He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.
âWatch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.â You warned him.
âYou wouldnât.â He said quietly.
âTry me.â You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.
âYou win. Hereâs your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.â 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 werenât 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.
âHey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.â 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.
âDo that anyway.â You mumbled and didnât move from your position.
âIâm going to. I canât listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacyâs theories are always way off.â He continued. You still didnât turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.
âHello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?â He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.
âSeriously though, when are they coming?â
âTheyâre not coming.â You said finally in a horse voice.
âWhy? What happened? Did they finally realize youâre an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddyâs credit card?â Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.
âSomething like that.â You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.
âWhats going on? Are you okay?â He asked in a soft voice.
âJust go away.â You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.
âIâm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.â 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.
âThey found out it wasnât a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.â You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.
âThey cancelled? Why?â
âBecause 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 wasnât cool enough so they all bailed.â 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 didnât know if he was who youâd want to comfort you and he didnât want to push it.
âIâm sorry.â He said instead.
âLike you care.â You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.
âI do care.â He insisted. âAnd Iâm very sorry this happened to you tonight.â
âNo youâre not.â You scoffed. âYouâre probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.â
âItâs not.â He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.
âItâs not? Look at me, Peter. Iâm pathetic. Iâm alone on my birthday because I wasnât good enough for anyone to hang out with.â You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but youâd never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.
âYou were right.â You said quietly. âI am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And Iâm sure youâre anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say âI told you soâ and prove to me once again that Iâm always wrong.â
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.
âIâm not gonna say that.â He said after a beat.
âItâs fine. Iâm fine. Just go away.â You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldnât 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 didnât recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.
âJesus. You scared me. But I guess I shouldâve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.â
âShut up.â You chuckled. âWhat are you doing in here?â
âWell, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.â Peter began.
âAnd?â You asked.
âAnd so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.â He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.
âExcuse me?â Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.
âIâm joking. Iâm clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.â He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.
âYeah, thatâs a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.â
âBecause itâs 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?â 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.
âI donât want your pity.â You said quietly.
âYou donât 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.â 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.
âNo.â
âNo? Look, Iâm trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?â 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.
âFine. But Iâm not eating that. Thatâs what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. Weâll make a new one. But Iâm not touching raw eggs.â You told him and grabbed your dadâs matching pink apron from the drawer.
âI wouldnât expect you to, Princess.â 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.
âIt canât be cold butter or it wonât mix properly. It has to be room temperature.â You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.
âOh. Letâs pop it in the microwave then.â
âWe canât do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?â You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.
âMaybe just a little.â Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.
âThere. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.â You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.
âWow. That was really smart.â He said genuinely. âWomen really do belong in the kitchen.â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldnât 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.
âMove over. Thatâs not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.â 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.
âLike laundry?â He asked as his cheeks heated up.
âLike you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.â You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.
âOh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.â He confessed.
âAnd how does that work out for you?â You asked him.
âLook in the trash and youâll find out.â 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.
âWhy donât you just do it?â He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.
âBecause you wonât learn if I do it.â 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.
âThere. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.â You told him as you shut the oven door.
âOh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-â
âShut it.â 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.
âWhat was your worst birthday?â You asked after a long beat of silence.
âAre you talking to me?â Peter asked after looking around.
âPeter, weâre the only ones in the room.â
âSorry. Itâs not like youâve ever asked me a personal question before. Itâs usually âare you stupid?â or âcan you go away?â or âdo you need a tampon cry baby?â He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.
âOh. Sorry about that.â You said quietly. âI sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.â
âIâm mean too.â Peter shrugged.
âYou tease me.â You shook your head. âIâm just cruel.â
âI think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Donât let it keep you up at night. Iâm sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.â Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didnât crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.
âDo you think Iâm hard to be around?â 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.
âNo. I think those girls you called your âfriendsâ are hard to be around.â He said seriously. âIâve seen you with them. Theyâre the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. Theyâre a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They donât care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isnât the first time theyâve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because youâre 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 doesnât bother you but I know that it does. You shouldnât hang out with them anymore.â
âThen who am I going to hang out with?â You shrugged sadly. âWithout them, I donât have any friends.â
âSitting alone is better than sitting at a table where youâre the topic of conversation when you get up.â Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.
âI just donât want to be alone.â 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 wouldnât be alone because youâd have him, but he didnât know if you wanted to hear that.
âCan I ask you something?â He asked.
âNo.â You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.
âOkay. Go ahead.â
âWhy donât you like me?â 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.
âDo 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?â
âUh oh.â Peter gulped. âYou answered my question with another question. That canât be good.â
âShut up. Do you remember or not?â You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.
âI remember that.â He told you and held your gaze.
âYou were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didnât really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.
âI remember that.â He nodded. âIt was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.â
âI 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.â 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 didnât want to do anything to ruin in.
âA dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.â He chuckled. âYou were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasnât crying so that I wouldnât be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if weâd 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.â
âI always had your back.â You insisted. âEven 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 doesnât want hurt but Iâve 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 youâre always cold.â
âReally? You were rooting for me this whole time?â He cracked a smile in surprise.
âYeah.â You shrugged. âAlways.â
âThen how come you act likeâŚâ Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.
âLike what?â You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.
âLike you hate me.â He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.
âI donât hate you.â You said sheepishly.
âYou donât?â 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.
âNo. I donât. I never did.â
âThen how come we donât get along anymore?â He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.
âOne 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 Iâd never have one. So then you saidâŚâ You trailed off, thinking heâd remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.
âI said what?â He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.
âYou promised to take me. To yours.â 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.
âWait, youâve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didnât take you to a stupid school dance?â Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you werenât laughing too.
âOh. Weâre not laughing?â He asked.
âWhy is that funny to you?â You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.
âWell I was- I was a kid.â He said simply. âI 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. Iâm sorry but I didnât remember.â
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.
âYouâre right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.â 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.
âWait.â 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.
âYou should stay. We have to frost it.â He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.
âYou canât frost it while itâs hot. Itâll slip right off.â You said without looking at him.
âOh. I didnât know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-â
âI have to go.â 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 didnât even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didnât 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 couldnât take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of âThe Dancing Queenâ 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 dadâs 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.
âWhat the hell is this?â You asked him.
âWill you go to prom with me?â He asked with a huge smile.
âNo.â You said immediately. âPlease kill yourself.â
âI will.â He promised. âAfter one dance.â
âIâm not dancing with you. Iâm not doing any of this.â You told him and turned to leave. You heard a âpstâ right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peterâs 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.
âPlease? Just one dance? Then Iâll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.â 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.
âYou can look at me, you know.â He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.
âOh. I almost forgot.â He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.
âYour corsage, my lady.â He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.
âThis is so stupid.â You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.
âItâs about to get even more stupid. Wait here.â He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morganâs plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.
âEvery prom needs its queen.â 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.
âYou didnât have to do this.â You said quietly.
âYes I did. I owed you a prom experience. Iâm sorry I didnât take you the first time. And Iâm 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.â 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 hadnât felt for Peter in many years.
âIt wasnât just the prom.â You admitted before you could think about it.
âIt wasnât? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?â He asked. âI did that to Wanda once and now sheâll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.â
âThatâs disgusting.â You said flatly. âBut no. It wasnât that.â
âThen what?â He wondered.
âItâs stupid. Youâll just laugh again.â
âNo I wonât.â He assured you. âProbably. Iâll definitely try really hard not to.
âCome on. Please tell me.â He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. âYou have to tell me now or Iâll become so annoying so quickly. Iâll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when itâs clearly only funny if youâre watching it.â
âI canât tell you. Itâs dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.â You said and hoped heâd drop it.
âIt canât be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?â He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.
âOh shit. Did you have a crush on me?â 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.
âI donât know.â You sighed. âYou 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.â
âOh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?â 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 wasnât what you wanted.
âI mean, not the only choice.â You added. âCap used to hang around a lot more and heâs not the worst looking. But heâs like 500 so I never really had a chance.â
âWhy me, then?â He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.
âBecause you were kind.â You admitted. âYou didnât 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.â
âStill?â He gulped. âEven now?â
Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and âMunchâ started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.
âSorry about that. I donât know who put that on my playlist.â He quickly lied.
âIt was you.â
âIt was me, yeah.â He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.
âThis was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.â You said genuinely. âI should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.â
âBut we havenât frosted the cake yet. Itâs still your birthday. You canât go to bed without any cake.â He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.
âI donât know. Itâs late.â
âCome on. Itâll be fast. Thatâs one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.â He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.
âFine. Letâs make it fast.â 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.
âYou donât have to keep wearing that if you donât want.â Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.
âBack off. Itâs mine.â You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.
âI really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.â You told him.
âYou can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-â
âNo.â You cut him off.
âWorth a try.â He mumbled.
âReally, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didnât think that was possible.â
âIn a way, Iâm 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.â
âWell Iâm glad that didnât happen tonight.â You laughed softly.
âMe 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.â He sighed.
âItâs fine. It was a long time ago. Iâm done moping about it. Iâm ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.â
âIâm ready for that too.â He smiled at you. âEspecially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because itâs kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.â
âIt does smell really good. I canât even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me youâre getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.â
âOuch.â He chuckled and looked over at you. He didnât stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.
âWhat?â You laughed shyly.
âI canât 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.â
âYeah, well. It wasnât like I dropped any hints.â
âMaybe not. It just doesnât feel real. I wouldnât believe it even if you werenât always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.â
âReciprocating? You liked me too?â You asked as your mouth went dry.
âAre you kidding? Youâre my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention youâre 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.â
âOh. I didnât know.â 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, Peterâs eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.
âYou 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?â 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.
âWell how do you feel now?â You asked with unwavering eye contact.
âI feel like those feelings never left.â 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.
âHm. Interesting.â 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.
âPeter?â You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.
âYeah?â
âClear the countertop.â
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Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.
Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"
"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.
"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.
"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.
Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.
* * *
"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.
"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.
"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.
"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.
"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"
Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.
"Uh, it's the kids."
Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."
Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.
The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.
"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.
"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.
"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."
Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.
"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."
Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.
He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.
Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.
Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.
Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.
This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.
"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.
Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.
"Friday, what day is it?"
"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."
Hm.
Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.
"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.
Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.
"Your hand writing's terrible."
* * *
Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.
It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.
"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.
"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"
"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.
The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.
Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.
In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.
Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.
It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.
The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.
The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.
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queen sized bed // mcu!peter parker
⼠one bed, motel after midnight, friends, young love, nsfw/18+, smut with a side of plot. dom!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cream pie. ib: a little death by the neighbourhood.
wc: 2.7k (of pure filth + some fluff at the end)
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You huff, flopping down on the motel bed, still a little frustrated from dealing with the receptionist at the front desk.
He had definitely been more of an asshole than he needed to be. And considering you and Peter have just gotten off a rough mission, you definitely arenât in the mood to deal with him.
Poor Peter ended up having to step in and diffuse the situation before you decked the concierge. You rub your face, trying to think less angering thoughts.
âI think Iâm gonna take a shower,â you announce, while you sit up and start rifling through your black duffel bag.
âOkay, just let me know when youâre in the shower. I wouldnât want to turn around and catch you naked because of this stupid open floor plan.â yes you would. Peter laughs nervously.
âSure thing,â you grab the last of your shower supplies and walk through the bathroom archway and begin to strip.
Peter tries his hardest to focus on unpacking his stuff but his ears keep returning to the sounds of items of your clothing hitting the ground. His mind following suit in wandering to you slowly undressing. Revealing more and more of your soft body.
âIâm in now, Pete,â you call, pulling him from the thoughts he definitely shouldnât be having about his best friend and team member.
âOkay,â his voice cracks. Peter mentally face-palms.
He hears the water running and his mind slips back into his thoughts of you; the water cascading down your body, the way the soap will flow from your hair down your spine, or how the body wash would look after you ran it all over yourâ
Thud. âShit!â
You dropped a bottle, bringing him back to reality.
Stop thinking about your friend like this, Peter. Be real with yourself, man.
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You finish washing all the soap off your body and reach past the curtain, grabbing your towel and begin drying yourself. Attempting to get as much water off of your person as possible.
Once youâre dry, you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower.
You look up, eyes landing on Peterâs bare back.
Heâs looking into the sink while brushing his teeth - wearing only his black sweats that you love so much.
Feeling a wanton throb between your legs and a small burst of confidence - you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.
Peter continues bushing his teeth while he moves his free hand down to yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
You both smile.
Itâs clear Peter doesnât understand the energy youâre trying to set. So, you help him get there a little faster.
You glide the hand heâs not holding down his chest. Using just your middle finger to make a path to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Your finger trails from side to side, following the line of his pants seam, lightly brushing over the small patch of hair that disappears beyond his sweats.
You can feel his breathing faltering and hear his heart pounding in his chest. Though; youâre not sure if thatâs due to your ear being pressed to his back or the fact that his heart is just beating that loud.
You let your finger dip just beneath his waistband, loving the way his breath hitches in response.
You keep moving your finger back and forth, teasing the poor boy.
Feeling satisfied with how flustered he is - you back away and Peter tries his best to focus back on brushing his teeth.
âPete?â You call softly.
He glances up, looking at you through the mirror right as you let your towel drop to the floor. Peter flips his head around to look at you - unobscured by the foggy bathroom mirror.
He lets out a breath, letting his eyes rake over your entire body.
âWell? Are you just gonna stand there and gawk or are you going to come over here and touch me, Parker?â You tease.
âRight,â Peter shakes his head, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and quickly moving to you. He stands tentatively in front of you, unsure of what to do first. He looks down at you questioningly.
You giggle and grab his wrists. âHave you ever done this before?â The question is genuine.
Peterâs face goes red. âUhm... no," his response barely audible. He tilts his head down in shame.
You smile while you move his hands to your breasts. âThatâs okay. Let me teach you.â
His hands gently caress your chest and you let out a soft noise that makes Peterâs knees go weak.
âPlease?â He begs, feeling a pull on his groin as you arch your back into him. He massages your breasts, attempting to - and succeeding in getting more noises from you.
He slowly slides his unoccupied hand between your thighs, rubbing between the folds, finding your clit with such ease you have to wonder if he lied about his inexperience.
Any coherent thoughts you had left the moment he pressed his finger into you and started rubbing at an amazing and yet still agonizingly slow pace.
You glide your hands up his arms and to his face. Bringing it down to yours. You kiss him softly, moving your mouth in an easy rhythm for Peter to follow along with.
Peter moves his middle finger to your entrance and pauses for your permission. You grind yourself against his hand, hoping thatâs enough of a yes.
He takes it and slides his fingers in with ease, surprised at how wet you already are.
âFuck, y/n,â he moans into your mouth. His sweats tighten as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, lewd noises already making their way out of your mouth.
Heâs lost in the feeling of you. Itâs all heâs ever wanted and more. Just you and him. Melding together in such a beautiful way.
The hand on your breast moves to your hip where he rubs his thumb over the bone lovingly.
You move one of your hands to the side of his throat as you start to kiss his neck, leaving marks everywhere while grinding your hips back and fourth on his hand.
Peteâs breath leaves him almost completely, knowing anyone could see what youâve done to him turns him on more than he thinks you could know.
You pull away abruptly. Peter feels as though he's missing a piece of himself as he watches you walk away.
You're at the bed, beckoning Peter over with a finger.
He wastes no time. Quickly walking to you and smashing his lips into yours.
Your hand trails down Peterâs chest and beneath his sweatpants. You massage him through his boxers and he groans into your mouth.
If he hadnât already told you, it would have been an easy guess that heâs only ever touched himself.
âYouâre so responsive,â you tell him as you part from his kiss to catch your breath. âI love it.â
Your hand moves out of his pants to his hair, tugging lightly on the soft brown locks. He groans again.
You smile.
âLay down on the bed for me?â you ask softly.
He nods his head, eager to oblige any command you give to him.
He spreads out on the bed, propping his head on the pillows and making sure to get exactly how he thinks you want him.
âGood boy.��
Peter canât explain the pride that swells in his chest at the praise. All he knows is that heâll do anything to get you to say it again.
You crawl on top of him, straddling his waist as you lean in to kiss his neck again. Peterâs hands grip at the sheets as he attempts to hold himself back.
You move your mouth down to his collar bone, sucking on sensitive spots. You feel peter writhe and moan beneath you
You slowly move down his chest, taking your time the lower you get.
You smile up at him and pull on the elastic with your teeth, releasing it and letting the material pop back down on his skin. You tease him more by lightly trailing your finger around his lower stomach.
Peter makes a strangled noise. âY/N... please,â he begs breathlessly.
âPlease, what, Pete?â
âT-touch me. Please. I donât think I can take it anymore,â heâs on the verge of whining.
âSince you asked so nicely...â
You pull his sweats down at an agonizingly slow pace, then doing the same with his boxers.Savoring every inch of new skin being revealed to you.
Once Peterâs dick is free, it springs up and lays flat on his stomach.
You feel heat rush to your core, along with a familiar wetness.
You bite your lip and take it in your hand, rubbing your thumb over the head.
Peterâs own head falls back against the pillow as his hips and legs shake.
âIâve barely touched you, baby,â you note and peter could probably cum just from the sultry tone in your voice.
He whines and grips the sheets.
You use his eyes squeezed shut to your advantage and surprise him with your tongue licking up his cock.
Peter gasps and looks down at you. You smile back as you take him in your mouth, moving your lips all the way down to the hilt.
The noise that comes from the man beneath you is divinity. You to moan around him. His legs shake and he canât help but thrust into your mouth.
You gag, which only causes him more pleasure and a small mmph noise makes itâs way out of him.
He grabs a light fist full of your hair, pulling you away from his cock.
"y/n, if you keep going I'll finish now," he's out of breath, sweat starting to form on his chest.
"That's the plan," the deep tone and tantalizing wink you give him as go go back down have chills running all across his body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter's while lower half convulses and you wrap you mouth back around him, grabbing a handful of his balls.
You wrap your free hand around the base of his cock. "You wanna cum peter?" You slowly pump his cock.
"'Wanna cum inside you... please," he struggles.
"Oh, baby. There's plenty of time for that," Peter feels like his heart is gonna explode from the leisurely pace you're stroking him at. "I'm asking you if you want to cum in my mouth."
He throws his head back and says through gritted teeth; "Fuck... yes, god, please..."
"Yes, what?" You prompt.
Peter's mind swirls with every possible word he could respond with in a matter of milliseconds. And, without thinking, he mistakenly says the one he's only thought about in his most intimate fantasies.
"Yes... mommy."
Fuck.
Peter looks down to see you smiling at him with mischievous grin.
"Mommy?"
His blood runs cold. Fear holing him still.
"I could get used to that," you wrap your mouth around Peter's balls, sucking hard as you go back to pumping his cock. Languid movements driving peter crazy as his mind swirls.
"Uh, fuck. Oh my-- shit, y/n..." he's loud, almost enough to make you worry about any residents in neighboring rooms.
You take your time, moving from sucking his balls to his cock, using any movement necessary to make him feel good. Completely focusing on pleasing the man beneath you. And you're doing an amazing job, you can tell by the noises. The occasional curse word surrounded by your name, blasphemous words, and a lot of whimpering.
He's close. The way his knuckles turn white as he grips the bed sheets. His thighs tightening, muscles flexing. His lips are pressed together and his whole body is stiff.
You bring your mouth down on his dick, taking all of him and squeezing his balls up to his shaft. You bring your pace up as fast as you can, relentless.
"H-holy, oh fuck- y/n."
Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, coating your esophagus in him. You swallow it all, continuing to suck at him until his whole body is shaking violently.
You pull off him with a pop, smiling like the devil.
Peter's out of breath, looking like a shell of a man and yet, so fucking hot. He's covered in sweat, chest, face, and thighs glistening. His cheeks are a rosy red you haven't seen from him before. His chest is heaving for air.
You kiss him so hard it steals any oxygen he might have gotten straight out of him. He grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you harder into him.
He's the one to break the kiss, still attempting to breathe. "You're amazing."
You smile. "C'mere," you lay on your back, pulling him on top of you. He props an arm on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you as you place your arms around his neck.
You wrap your legs around Peter's waist, rubbing your soaked core against his cock. He whines for you in return.
His legs shake at the sensation, due to his sensitivity and a near-feral need for you. You pull away from the kiss, biting your lip.
"Peter," you breathe, almost a moan. "I want you inside me."
Words Peter Parker never believed he'd hear except when dreaming. He feels his cock start to harden again.
You feel it as well. Taking it as a sign to keep on.
"Peter... please," you pull his ear next to your mouth and whisper low; "i wanna feel your cock inside me."
He shudders, fully erect by now. Peter quickly grabs his dick, lining himself up with your entrance, waiting on your consent. He looks at you, the question in his eyes.
"Yes, peter. Fuck me," he needs no more reassurance. He slowly pushes into you, both yours and Peter's legs shaking from the pleasure.
"Ffffuck-" you interrupt yourself with a moan. One that makes Pete's brain go foggy, the only thought being fucking you.
He grabs your hips, expertly sliding himself in and out of you at a pace near divinity. Your mind is wiped of any coherent thought that could've ever been there except for the question of how he is do good at this.
"Fuck, shit. 'So tight." Peter rests his head on your shoulder as he fucks harder into you.
It's beautiful, in the most obscene way. The way your warm bodies are practically glued together, moving in a rhythm only your souls know. The noises flowing from your lips already have Peter rocking on the edge of release, and the groans from him are doing the same to you.
You place your fingernails at the tops of Peter's shoulders, dragging them down his back then around his ribs.
He takes in a breath, shuddering. "Fuck, fuck, y/n. I'm close. So close..."
"Cum inside me, Peter. Please," your walls clench hard around him and the sounds of his whines.
The feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock, mixed with your sounds are the purest form of ecstasy for Peter.
He reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers against your clit and circling fast.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," you moan loud, your whole body tensing as you cum harder than you ever have in your life around Peter's cock.
You look down, seeing you've squirted all over his lower half. Fuck. There's no time to think about it because Peter is following behind you.
He grabs your hips tighter, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Peter cums deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his seed.
The way he looks in this millisecond of a moment will forever stay in your brain. Toned abs covered in sweat and glistening. Chocolate curls a mess, falling in his face. Face towards the sky, screwed up from a pleasure he's never felt before.
The way the light falls around his face illuminates him beautifully. Angelically even.
Peter pulls out of you slowly, both of you too sensitive. He walks to the bathroom, bringing back a damp rag.
"Here," he gently helps clean you up. Afterwards he cleans himself, tossing the rag and putting a new pair of boxers on. He hands you one of his shirts.
"Thank you," you pull the shirt over your head, feeling incredibly loved by Peter. Which prompts you to say; "Peter, I love you."
He smiles and looks so giddy he might float away. He crawls into bed, cuddling up to you. "I love you, too."
This one's been in the works for a while but holy shit, even I'm all hot and bothered from this lmao.
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hi honey bun! i was just having a thought about someone coming home after a night out, a little drunk and sleepy, just crawling into bed with the reader? n maybe trying not to wake her w cuddling and such? 𼺠im so indecisive and couldnât choose between peter or one/poly marauders, but please also feel free to disregard if itâs not the one for you! kisses xx
Sirius tries to tell them to be quiet, but James is so drunk heâs going to wake up amnesiac and Remus isnât far behind him. Sirius has a kinder buzz, opening and then closing the door for his idiots begrudgingly. âShush. Youâll wake her.âÂ
âShe should be awake I miss her so much Iâm gonna throw up,â James says, all in one breath.Â
âThat might be the Guinness,â Remus laughs. His cheeks have gone pink. Sirius thinks itâs the cutest Remus has ever looked, and he gives him an affectionate smile thatâs returned tenfold.Â
âBe quiet,â Sirius says. A yawn comes suddenly. âGo sit down and have some toast or something.âÂ
âI definitely will throw up then,â James groans, bending over in the middle of the hallway.Â
Remus, despite being similarly belligerent, starts doting on him. âYou okay?â he asks, bending down with a similar sigh of pain. âCome on. Iâll make you aâ a glass of water.âÂ
Sirius has spent the night with them, so he loves them, but he misses you too much to stay. He chucks his shoes vaguely in the direction of the shelf and starts up stairs. The walls move under his hand and the bedroom door proves hard to open, but he sees you and forgets that heâs drunk. Youâre laying on your side curled into a pillow, arm curled around, one leg sticking out of the quilt.Â
Sirius pulls the blanket back gently, remembers heâs wearing jeans, changes out of the jeans, and slides into bed in front of you. He slowly, slowly, pulls the pillow from your arms, wrapping his arm under yours and behind your back, the other just shy of your face. Beautiful girl, he thinks, a little woozy from having suddenly changed directions.Â
You mumble and hug him weakly, fingertips tickling his side.Â
âFor fuckâs sake!â James says somewhere downstairs. âWhat is this?âÂ
âWater, Jamie,â Remus says, quieter. âYou canât have anything else, donât beââ A sound and a laugh. âNo, kissing me wonât change my mind.â More laughing.Â
Sirius tugs your hand up to smile into your palm.Â
âHome?â you mumble.Â
âMm,â he hums, eyes closed and heavy but his arm awake behind your back, pulling you closer to his front. âI told them to be quiet⌠didnât listen.â
âYouâŚâ youâre still stuck in the throes of sleep, and forget youâre talking. Sirius laughs a huff and you blink. âOkay?âÂ
âYeah. Everything was okay. Next time Iâll stay home with you,â he promises, rubbing his nose into your cheek.Â
âI liked being alone for a bit, but⌠missed you in the end.âÂ
Footsteps start up the stairs. âSorry for waking you up,â Sirius says.Â
âSâokay. Make them be nice to me.âÂ
Thatâs easy. As the door begins to open, Sirius pulls you right into his chest, as close as you can possibly be, and shushes you gently. Remusâ laughing swiftly ends, and James says, âOh no, whatâs wrong?â in his softest tone.Â
James climbs over the bed still in his shoes. Remus grabs him before they can touch the sheets and takes them off, and then James crawls up behind you and hugs you, Siriusâ arms included. âHi⌠my angel.âÂ
You ignore him with a disgruntled whine.Â
âSorry we were so loud.âÂ
You whine again.Â
âDo you want Remus instead?âÂ
âNo. I donât not want Remus,â you clarify. âIâm not mad at you. Stay here.âÂ
Remus falls rather drunkenly in behind Sirius, forcing everyone to move over. You look for him in the tangle of arms and blankets, everyone Sirius loves rammed into one bed and exhausted.Â
âIs anyone in the mood for a kiss?â James asks.
âToo tired,â you mumble.Â
âToo far away. Make it up to you in the morning,â Remus says into Sirius's shoulder. Sirius is having a hard time following the conversation, distracted by the smell of your perfume and all the skin pressed to his.Â
James sighs forlornly. âFine.â A pause. âSirius?âÂ
He snores.Â
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âĄmiguel x reader x peterâĄ
a part 2 to this drabble
word count: around 3,1k
WARNINGS : NSFW 18+ ONLY, NO use of y/n, f!reader, voyeurism, cheating (peter on mj), HINTS on miguel x peter but nothing actually happens, blowjob (m receiving), masturbation, making out, swearing, spitting?(not really, YOU'LL SEE OK), miguel loves humiliating peter, miguel gets jealous and territorial very easily, lazy writing, also my first time writing anything close to a threesome so please be kind
a/n: SO SORRY this took so fucking long but I hope that y'all will still enjoy reading it<3
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.
âFuck, shit, fuckâ Peter struggles to pull his pants back up as he turns around swiftly, a hand securely holding on to the front of his sweats as he gulps nervously âMiguel, my man! Fancy seeing you here⌠look, itâs not what it-â
âCut the shit, Peter.â Miguel says with crossed arms, âAt least have the balls to face the consequences of your⌠perversions.â he would have looked intimidating if it werenât for his disheveled lookâhair messy, chest rising and falling rapidly (who's he kidding, peter was still scared shitless).
âWh-huh? I- no, you got it wrong-haha! Thatâs funny, though! Look- Iâm just gonna go-â
âYouâre gonna stay where you are.â
âYup, staying right here.â Peter purses his lips, and he really hopes the outline of his bulge isn't that visible. (it was)
Miguel rolls his eyes, turning around and caressing your cheek as he whispers something against your ear. Peter tries to crane his neck to catch a clearer picture of you despite himself, but with that hunk of a man in front of you, it was a lost call.Â
You were nervous. Understandably so. Miguelâs words, when you were too busy cumming around his cock merely minutes ago, echoed in your head.
âYeah, baby?S good, right? So perfect for me baby, fuck. Seems like you got what you wanted after all.â you had furrowed your eyebrows, confused, barely able to keep your eyes open, but when Miguel pointed his thumb at a nearby monitor with the camera surveillance of the place shining bright, with a figure right in the middle, you'd understood what he meant. And you'd liked it.
You cock your head to the side now, as you come to stand next to Miguel, grinning bashfully at Peter, who was looking at you with a gaping mouth. Youâd laugh at the way he failed to cover his bulge with his hand, but you were too nervous to do so, so you decided to ignore the act altogether, even if it made your insides flip, âHi, Peter.â
Jesus Christ, your voice. âYellow-he-Hi!â Peterâs mouth was so dry, he doesnât know how he managed to reply. Was after-sex-glow a thing? Because, fuck, you were glowing. There was this flush covering your cheeks and Peter thinks he wants to kiss you all over. Without even realizing it, his feet begin taking him over to you two. But not even a step in, and heâs very rudely interrupted.
âWhat are you doing?â Miguelâs tone is calm, and yet gives Peter an eerie sensation at the back of his neck that makes him swallow nervously, stopping in his tracks. âUh- well, I just thought-â
âYou thought wrong.â Miguel says blankly.
Peter flushes, seemingly understanding what Miguel planned to do, and takes multiple steps back till his back hits the wall behind him. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. âI- I donât-â
âWhat? You didnât actually think I was going to let you come anywhere near her?â Miguelâs laugh is cruel, and tears well in Peterâs eyes at the underlying humiliation.
âDonât be mean,â you mutter against Miguelâs ear, your hands circling around his waist as you hug him, your eyes never leaving Peterâs. Yeah, Peter thought, donât be mean, bitch.
Miguel softens under your touch, draping his arm over your shoulder to bring you impossibly closer, suddenly very aware of his own still very hard cock. He starts pressing kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, and you smile as you nuzzle against him. âOh baby, youâre still hard, arenât you? How selfish of me,â you didnât sound sorry at all. But neither Miguel nor Peter cared.Â
Oh yeah, Peter was still very much here. Cock throbbing and all.Â
âStop teasing, bebita,â Miguel hisses, his eyes fluttering as he ruts his hips against you, the smallest of whimpers escaping his lips. Peter would have laughed if Miguelâs voice didnât make the sound hot. Another fact about Miguel that pissed him off, because when Peter whimpers, it sounds pathetic.Â
Peter drops his hand over his bulge, groaning under his breath when he squeezes himself over his pants, finally getting some much needed friction.
To Peterâs utter horror, that was the moment that Miguel remembered that he was still in the room, and Peter froze when Miguelâs eyes met his, goosebumps rising all over his body when Miguelâs gaze dropped to his covered cock. Fuck. âTouch yourself for all I care, but know that this is the first and last time Iâm letting you in on this. The next time I catch you creeping on her, Iâll kill you.â Well, that was not at all what Peter expected. How horrible, and assertive. Not at all arousing.
Peter cleared his throat, âKill me. Yeah. Yup. No, yeah, I got it.â
You laugh softly, your own hand dropping to palm Miguel over his suit, âDonât worry, heâs all bark and no bite,â
Miguel tries hard to hide the slight tremble in his voice at the slight contact you gave him, âIs that so?â. He dropped his head, breath fanning across your neck, âWanna test that theory?â. Both men smile when your breath hitches, Peter staring hard, and finally pulling his cock out. He inhales sharply when he wraps his hand around himself, so desperately wanting to close his eyes and fuck his fist till he comes, but keeps them open so as not to miss the show you so generously were putting in front of him. His eyes follow Miguelâs movements, as he bends to lick across your neck, biting down on your skin a second later, both men letting out sounds of appreciation as you moan.
Peter jerks his cock at a slow pace, eyes hooded, matching the tempo at which the tension builds up. He feels sick doing this, but he canât help but let the pleasure take his mind off of the guilt thatâs ready to eat him up, choosing to focus on how your throat bobs as you swallow, your lips forming a pretty 'o' as you lace your fingers through Miguelâs hair, mewling when he grazes his teeth over your collarbones.
Miguel presses the softest of kisses on the spot heâd previously bitten, and says, âOn your knees, baby.â Peter is lightheaded by the pure sex dripping from Miguelâs voice, his cock twitching under his palm, and he squeezes his hand around the base of it, slowly bringing it up to circle around his tip, openly panting like a bitch in heat.
Seeing you drop to your knees was a sight Peter never thought heâd ever see, but one that he was very thankful for. From this angle, you gave Peter the perfect view of your profile. You were grinning, your expression a bit hazy, a bit cockdrunk. The tank top you were wearing looked crinkled, and Peter wondered if Miguel had the material bunched up over your tits while he was fucking you.
Peter stares as you grab at Miguelâs thighs over his suit, squeezing the flesh appreciatively as you look up at him expectedly. God, you were begging to get fucked again. Wait- over his suit? Miguel was still wearing his suit, how the fuck-Â
As if Peter was voicing his thoughts out loud, the material of Miguelâs suit disappeared slowly, his cock springing up, balls dropping the slightest bit from the secure hold they were being kept up by the tightness of the suit. The start of his thighs and his belly were also exposed, pretty bronze skin a perfect contrast to the deep blue color of his suit.
âWhat the fuck was that?!â Peter can't help but let out, and Miguel throws him a proud smirk, âNanotech,â You smile at the small nerdy exchange, too preoccupied to properly join in the conversation. Miguelâs pleasure was above everything else. You wrap your hand around his thick cock, moaning softly as you trace the veins on the side, bending down to kiss and suck on his fat balls. âMakes things easier-ah fuuuck,â Miguel bites on his lower lip roughly, brows furrowing as he bucks into your hand, hand caressing the side of your jaw gently. You looked so fucking beautiful.
Peter drops his other hand to fondle his balls, suddenly jealous, and throws his head back against the wall, groaning as he still keeps his eyes open to watch you.
Five minutes later, Peter was still copying your movements. When you licked at Miguelâs tip, dragging your tongue over the head, and lapping up the precum greedily, Peter made sure he only touched his tip as well, circling and rolling his hand over the head. When you licked the sides of Miguelâs cock, your hand following the same pattern just under your tongue, Peter was jerking his cock in perfect synchronization, mimicking your technique entirely. He could practically taste the pleasure Miguel was getting.
During all this, Peter couldnât hold back his voice. He moaned and groaned shamelessly, raising his hips to meet his hand sloppily. Fuck, he was so close to coming.
Miguel was truly no better, he was just better at masking it. He constantly gritted his teeth, hissing at your antics, but the occasional moan would slip, and it always made your pussy throb, as if you could feel it vibrating against you.
You take Miguelâs cock in your mouth with no warning, the tip touching your throat as you swallow around him, nose touching the base of his cock, your eyes tearing up quickly. Both men sputter at the sudden action. Miguel moans loudly, his belly flexing as he bends over you, fingers threading between your hair.
Peter almost comes right then and there, the movement of his hand on his cock so fast and rough, that it was creating a lewd wet sound âS-shit, you look so good, sweet thingmff fuuck. Yeah-like that, Oh my God,â
Both yours and Miguelâs heads snap up, surprised by Peterâs outburst. Miguel raises an eyebrow, his jaw locking. Was this asshole really imagining he was in his place? Well, he couldnât exactly blame him, but it still pissed him off. When he turned his head to look at you, though, you were looking at Peter curiously and- were you biting your lip?
âSomething you wanna say to him, baby?â Miguelâs voice comes out dry, and you can instantly tell heâs mad. You send him a knowing smile, shaking your head softly, âNot really. I just think he sounds sweet.â
âYeah?â Peter whimpers in reply immediately. I sound sweet, I sound sweet, I sound sweet.
You glance at Peter again, rubbing your thighs together, and Miguel scowls at the movement and tugs at your hair hard, âKeep talking, Peter. Somehow, she seems to be liking your whining.â
âS so good, youâre so good, fuck I wanna feel your mouth on me so bad,â Peter babbles mindlessly and you can't help but watch as he thrusts into his hand needily.
Miguel notices you staring and grinds his teeth together, âWhat are you looking at him for, huh? Looking at his cock when mine is right in front of you. Am I not enough for you, bebita?â Your head whips around to look at the man in front of you, your eyes widening a fraction as you shake your head softly.
You make sure to put on a show as you run your lips all over Miguelâs cock, spreading his pre-cum all over your mouth and chin as you talk, âYouâre everything. Your cock âs so pretty, the prettiest ever. Love it sâmuch..â. Miguel feels satisfaction spread in his veins, making him warm all over. He slaps his cock over your cheek for good measure as he stands taller and huffs out a condescending laugh, glancing at Peter with a dumb smirk on his face. Thatâll teach him.Â
But what Miguel sees is not at all what he expected.Â
Peterâs eyes roll back, the hand on his cock tightening as he moans. Fuck, he wants nothing more than to be at Miguelâs place right now that itâs driving him insane. âSuch a good fucking girl, baby, shit.â
Miguel snarls at his reaction before snapping his head back to you, âOpen your mouth,âÂ
You do as youâre told, tongue out as you stare up at him with doe eyes, but he just clicks his tongue, âWider.â Miguel shoves his hand in your mouth, his thumb on your tongue as the rest of his fingers cradle your jaw. He pumps his cock with his other hand, biting his lip, and mutters âYeah, just like that.. You gonna be good for me?â You nod, and Miguel's thumb gets coated in your saliva from the movement.
Miguel grins and takes his thumb out, slowly turning his head to lock eyes with Peter. Then, he brings his hand up to his face and closes his mouth around his thumb, hollowing his cheeks prettily as he sucks your spit off his finger, his gaze dropping to Peter's cock.
Peter's jaw slacks, and his hips stutter at the sight in front of him. Miguel's low chuckle falls on deaf ears, Peter being too busy watching your hands squeeze Miguel's ass impatiently, trying to coax him back in your mouth, mewling when he relents and slips his cock inside. Miguel can't help but raise his hips as you bob your head up and down his length.
Peter spits on his cock suddenly, the filthy sound making you glance at him again, and Miguel's jaw ticks âItâs okay, bebita, you can look at him. Look, but know that he could never fuck you like I did. Or did you forget how you creamed around my cock, hm? I bet that pussyâs still wet for me,â
Peter moans approvingly, âMm I bet it is..âÂ
Miguel inhales sharply, his eyes falling shut, âPeter.â
âYeahuh? Fuck. Yeah?â
âGet your ass over here.â Peter nearly falls on his face as he stumbles forward, raising his sweatpants carelessly as he walks over. His hands tremble when he clasps them together in front of him lamely, standing awkwardly near you both.
âCloser, pendejo.â Peter gawks at Miguel's request, shakes his head, and reluctantly takes two steps closer. He made sure to throw a glance towards Miguel to ensure that he wasnât getting punched anytime soon.
âHold her hair back.âÂ
Peter must have died and went to heaven. There was no fucking way this was happening-
âDid you hear what I fucking said-"
Peter jumps when Miguel raises his voice and quickly springs into action. His breath hitches, but he can't help himself- not when he's carefully pulling your hair back, his fingers brushing your cheeks, avoiding touching Miguel's hands as he's still holding your head, practically using your mouth as a fleshlight.
Peter tries not to react when you gargle around Miguel's cock, the popping sound your mouth makes when you pull back to get some air pulling a hiss out of him. You cough messily, and as you do, you turn to look at Peter, in all your tears-running-down-your-cheeks glory. And then you grin at him, and Peter's legs buckle. And despite everything, despite the drool running down your chin, and Miguel's hard cock still in his field of view- Peter says, âRough day, huh,"
You snort out a laugh, and Miguel's eyes almost roll to the back of his head because- how the fuck is that funny?- and so, he growls, tapping your lips twice with his cock before shoving it back inside your mouth, his head dropping as he moans lowly.
âOh, fuck.â Miguelâs head was fuzzy, hypnotized by the way you bobbed your head up and down his cock, your hands fondling his balls with juust the right amount of pressure that made his thighs shake. He touches your jaw with his pointer finger, thumb drawing circles over your cheek in awe. âBaby, youâre gonna make me cum.â
Peter whimpers, âfuckâŚâ and Miguel laughs breathlessly, tongue running over his fangs, âAre you gonna fuck your fist again when you think back to this? Back when she had her pretty lips wrapped around my cock and you watched her take it.. Jesus Christ, you look pathetic. I bet if she told you to hump the fucking floor, you would.â
Peter moans and nods absentmindedly, pulling his cock out hurriedly and starting to jerk his cock sloppily, gaze glued on your fluttering eyes, mascara running down your cheeks prettily. His eyes flicker from your face to your cleavage and he whines. Your tits just look so soft, he can't help himself.
Miguel, ever the perceptive man, notices this, âBe a good girl and pull your shirt up for Peter, baby.â You moan around his cock at the way his voice trembles, and raise your shirt over your boobs, suddenly very aware of your own underwear sticking to your pussy mesilly. Fuck, you were drenched.
âOh my God,â Peter pants, eyes losing focus, hand on your hair loosening as he moves his hips back and forth, fucking into his hand relentlessly. âI'm gonna cum, gonna cum-â
âCum on her tits.â
Peter sobs, stepping closer to jerk his cock just over your tits and he jumps when he feels you squeeze his thigh, nails digging into the skin. He feels his balls tighten, and he grasps your shoulder as his knees buckle suddenly. âI'm cumming- Oh fuck I'm-â his cock twitches as he cums, painting your pretty tits white, the jerks of his hand never stopping as he rides out his orgasm.
For a moment, it feels as though only Peter's moans and whimpers can be heard, and fuck, he hopes there's no one outside because he's so fucking loud, and it's so humiliating that he can feel tears running down his cheeks. He feels lightheaded and utterly spent as he pumps his cock, squeezing his hand tight around himself as he watches the last of his cum drip down his length and onto your shirt, turning it a darker shade.
âOh- fuck. Oh my fucking God.â Peter bites back a whimper and shudders, when you bring your hands to your tits, squeezing them roughly and getting his cum aaall over them.
The ringing in Peter's ears fades away, and he snaps his eyes to Miguel when he hears the state he's in.
Miguel grunts each time he snaps his cock back in your mouth, reveling in your gurgles, feeling the vibration of your moans go straight to his balls, and he. can't. stop. Not when he'd just seen Peter cum all over your tits like that. Not when he'd liked watching him do it.
âTake it. Fuck- take my fuckin' cum baby-shit,â Miguel whimpers and snarls as he snaps his hips one final time, holding your head in place, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat. He throws his head back when he feels you swallow around his length, muttering incoherently to himself in Spanish as he whimpers and groans.
Miguel stumbles back slightly, cock slipping from your mouth at last, and both men can't help but stare hungrily, their cocks hardening once more as you gather the excess cum that's dripping down your chin in your hands, licking it out of your palms a second later. All three of you are panting hard, letting your actions linger in the air for a moment.
But then you look up at them, a sinful glint in your eyes, and Miguel turns to Peter and says,
âWhat are you waiting for? Lick her tits clean.â
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stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)
[~from the vault~]
Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?
Word count: 2,062
Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff
[. . .]
âOkay, truth or dare?â Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face.Â
It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.
So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.
And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didnât even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation.Â
âYou know it,â Peter replied with a signature smirk.
Scott let out a groan. âThereâs not even anything for you to do anymore!â
âThereâs still plenty of stuff for me to do!â Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.
âNo, heâs right! You never pick truth!â Warren joined Scott in complaining.
âBecause Iâm not boring! You guys are just laaaame.â
âI donât know, lick that tree over there or something,â Jubilee murmured, uninterested.
âWhat? Thatâs all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!â
âHow would we know you actually went to Hawaii?â Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.
âJust pick truth already!â Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking.Â
Peter put his arms up in surrender. âOkay, fine! But itâs gonna be lame.â
Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. âOkay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?âÂ
He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that.Â
âCâmon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?â
âAnswer the question!â Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didnât even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.
âNo. Happy?â
You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. âHeâs lying,â she affirmed.
And then it was chaos.Â
âOh my God! When?â
âI knew it!â
âHoly shit how was it?â
âStop reading my mind, witch!â Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually heâd be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. âOkay, okay, thatâs not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.â
âBut-âÂ
âThose are the rules, Scotty.â
Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.
âY/n itâs your turn.â
Well, maybe not so much time.
You were taken out of your thoughts by Jeanâs words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.
âTruth or dare?â Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.
âCome on, Scott.â
âYou gotta choose!â
âTruth?â
âTell us how that kiss happened.â
âDare.â
âI⌠dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.â
âThatâs not fair-â
âThose are the rules,â Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare.Â
âYou know I could kill you right?â
âYou like me too much,â he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.
âFine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, thatâs it.â
Scottâs eyebrows were furrowed together. âWait it was for a mission?â
âYeah,â you confirmed.
âBut then it doesnât count!â
Warren chimed in again. âWhat? Yes it counts-â
You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. âWhat?â You mouthed to him.
âThat wasnât our first kiss,â he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.
Warren was the first one to break the silence. âFirst kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?â
âNo- it was-â Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldnât leave you alone.
âYou have to tell us!â Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.
Peter cleared his throat. âIt was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you Iâd never kissed anyone?â
âOh but if the mission one doesnât count then that doesnât count either. We were like ten!â
âWhat, were you not a person at ten years old?â
âCome on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasnât it? With the⌠the werewolf movie.â
âNo cause that was after the one at the diner.â
âNo it wasnât! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.â
âBut it doesnât make-â Peter stopped and looked around.Â
âWhat?â You did the same, only to see your friends look like theyâd seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.
âUh-â
And then chaos again.
âYouâve kissed how many times now?â
âAre you sure youâre not together?â
âWeâve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?â
âBut we-â you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.
Peter stood up. âWe⌠are leaving.â He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.
You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As youâd just talked about, youâd had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.
âUm so.â
He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. âYeah.â
âI uh. I didnât realize uh. How many times weâve- you know.â
âYeah.â He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.
âYou think theyâll be too annoying about it?â
âHave you met them?â
You laughed. âYeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.â
âIâm sorry. Or whatever.â
âFor what?â
âFor bringing it up. It just⌠came out, you know how I speak without thinking-â
âItâs fine. Weâve kissed a few times, so what?â
âYeah. Right. Itâs what friends do! Right?â He finally looked at you.
âYes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. Itâs normal.â
âYeah! Totally. Totally.â
There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.
âCan I ask you something?â Peter blurted out, out of the blue.
âOkay.â
âDid you⌠like⌠kissing me?â
âWhat?â
"Huh?"Â He pretended he hadnât said anything, immediately regretting saying it.
Silence again.
You thought for a moment. âYeah.â
âWhat?â
âI liked it. Did you not?â
âI donât- I-â He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. âYeah. A- a lot.â
âDoes that- I mean thatâs still like. Normal right?â
âYeah I mean who- itâs kissing right? Why would- why wouldnât we like that?â
âRight. Right. Yeah, of course.â
âWould it be that bad?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIf we were like- you know- not⌠friends.â
You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. âNot like that! I mean if we were like, more.â
âLike⌠if we dated.â It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?
âWuh- Yeah. I guess.â
You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldnât- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didnât want to lose your best friend.Â
But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.
âŚwould it?
âWhy?â
âYou didnât answer the question.â
âI just wanna know why youâre asking!â
âWell cause maybe Iâd like it if we were dating!âÂ
âYeah sure,â you let out a laugh.
âIâm.. not joking.â
You went quiet.
âI know Iâm not serious about⌠well anything I guess,â he let out a small laugh, âbut Iâm being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.â
âSo you have⌠feelings for me. Thatâs what youâre saying.â
âYeah.â
âAnd youâre not joking.â
âNo! Why would I joke about that?â
âWe joke about that all the time!â
âNot right now!â
âYou know Iâm 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?â
âI⌠am pretty aware.â
âOkay.â
He looked at you expectantly, but you didnât even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say.Â
âOkay? So?â Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.
You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?
Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.
But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.
And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount.Â
âOkay, donât get too cocky, now.â
He kept staring at you, expecting your next words.Â
âI like you too.â
âAs in... more than a friend?â
âNo Iâm actually friendzoning you.â
Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. âAre you? Thatâs good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.â
âYou did?â
He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. âYeah. I think we should stay friends.â
You nodded. âYeah me too.â
âFriends kiss, right?â
âPlatonically.â
âYeah, platonically.â
You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. âWeâre so stupid.â
Hee shook his head. âI donât know what youre talking about.âÂ
You didnât have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.
Youâd kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasnât impulsive, and you werenât going to regret it after. You wouldnât have to pretend it didnât happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.
But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadnât noticed had been standing by the door.
âYou guys are so confusing!â
Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.
[. . .]
A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really
#x-men#the x-men#peter maximoff#peter maximoff imagine#peter maximoff x reader#peter maximoff x you#x-men imagine#x-men x reader#x men#x men comics#x men movies#x men x reader#x men imagine#mars writes
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Professor Peter Parker
Summary: The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!
Warnings! 18+ ONLY! This is some of the filthiest smut I have ever written and posted on here yet. Female reader and pronouns, Age gap (everyone is of legal age, Peter is a very young Professor), Oral (F + M Receiving), Dirty Talk (so much fucking dirty talk), praise kink, edging, P in V, Peter Parker (YES he does need his own warning), One Night Stand... or is it?, ITS SEX PEOPLE, JUST STRAIGHT UP SEX WITH A LITTLE PLOT FOR ADDED TENSION AND POW!
Word Count: 4.9k+
A/N: Consider this my formal application piece for the literary prostitutes society. There are no words for this, so I'm just gonna type/sing Don't Lose Your Head from Six. "Sorry not sorry but what I said, I'm just tryin' to have some fun..." But seriously though this was so self indulgent and I can't believe this came out of me. It's very much giving Aria and Ezra in Pretty Little Liars but older and much more Peter Parker. Also I am really sorry about if the tense keeps changing, I sometimes have a problem with finding my rhythm and I really cba to spend the time working it all out and changing it.
First day of college. Standard level of nerves for a first day. Are you running on just a couple hours of sleep? Sure. Still a little tipsy from last night? Okay, yeah, maybe just a little, but thatâs a good thing right. Takes the edge off. But then again numbers and science had never let you down before. You can do physics. Youâve got this.
You took a deep breath, hand hesitating on the door handle. âThis is the first day of the rest of your life.â You said to yourself, breathing deeply.
You found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room. Not so eager you were at the front but you also didnât want to hide away in the back. That and you were pretty sure you were due for an eye test and if you sat any further back you wouldnât be able to read the board. You got out your notepad, flipping open to the first page, your fingers smoothing across the fresh paper comfortingly. You reach for a fresh pencil from the novelty pack your Mom had bought you especially for your first week, knowing you prefer the feel of writing in pencil than pen, the ink always getting smudged on your hand from your messy scrawl. You pluck the one with tiny zebra all over it from the clear case before placing it back in your bag. Your fingers drum the back of the pencil on your page nervously as you wait. You tried not to overthink things as your stomach began to churn. Had you really turned up this early? You took a quick look around the room at the other 5 people who had actually been there before you. âHey,â you reasoned to yourself, âat least you werenât as early as them.âÂ
You yawned. Damn you were tired. Although you had this early class, when your new room mate suggested you go out with the guys who lived across the hall you couldnât say no. To be fair, it had been a good night all considered. You had met some new people, exchanged a few numbers, agreed to go to the end of semester drama club performance even though the term had only just started, drank way too many jello shots, got snuck into a local bar and then ended up going home with a tall brunette with the softest yet devious brown eyes you had ever seen who completely rocked your world.Â
You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat as you thought back to his head between your legs. The lewd moans heâd pulled from your lips echoing around your brain. It sent a fresh new wave of arousal straight to your core.
âNot the time or place.â you berated, instead forcing your mind back into the classroom and the task at hand. âPhysics of Matter with Professor Peter Parker. He was probably middle agedâ you thought to yourself. It was always the case with classes like these, middle aged men finally leaving the lab for the first time after finally completing their life's work, now relenting to their wifeâs begging to spend more time with the family. Or older men with white hair, wrinkles and tweed, desperately holding on to their independence, understimulated by the idea of retired life when all that knowledge of matter and the universe was rattling around their brains. âYoung hot professors were only to be found in the movies or on TVâ you daydreamed as you tried to distract yourself from the growing pit of nerves in your stomach.
You check your phone every few seconds as other students file into the room, finding their own seats as you count down the minutes. 5 minutes⌠3 minutes⌠2 minutes⌠1 minute⌠⌠Heâs late⌠1 minute past⌠2 minutes past⌠3 min-
âOkay, okay, settle down!â A voice called out as the classroom door opened, far younger than she expected and slightly familiar. âWelcome to Physics of Matter,â the voice continued as he made his way towards the board, picking up a bit of chalk and lifting it to the board as he spoke, âI am Professor Parker, but please,â he said dropping the piece of chalk back onto the little shelf at the bottom of the board, âcall me Peter.â He said finally turning around.
SHIT!
DOUBLE SHIT!
You dip your head towards your page as you sink a little bit down in your seat. Hopefully he wonât notice. âFUCK!â your head was suddenly screaming as all those memories of the night before flooded your brain again. His messy hair. His naked body. The way he had moaned into your cunt- FUCK!
You subtly glanced around the room from your head's dipped position. This had to be some new prank show right. Thereâs no way this happened in real life. There had to be cameras. Heâs an actor right? Ashton Kutcher was about to burst through the classroom door shouting âYOUâVE BEEN PUNKâDâ any second followed by the actual Professor Parker, right? Right?
âNow Iâm not gonna ask you to get your books out this lesson,â he began to say playfully, his voice carrying around the room as he walked back and forth in front of his desk surveying his new class. âToday is about you getting to know me and me just going over all the things we are gonna be covering over the course of our year together.â He said, talking a lot with his hands. âAs much as Iâd love to start getting into equations with you, Iâve learnt that that tends to be futile during our first lessons. I mean, just by a show of hands, who went out drinking last night?â Professor Parker asked and a shower of hands across the room went up, Peterâs gaze scanning across the faces of the raised hands as he continued, âKeep your hand up if youâre still a little bit drunk-â his voice cut off as his eyes finally landed on you, his own oh shit face befalling him.
You felt your skin crawl as people lowered their hands and began following his gaze to you. You moved your hand up to your face as you sank down in your seat further. âStop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring!â
8 HOURS EARLIERÂ
âI couldnât help but see you staring.â He said as he sidled up to you. âHoly fuckâ he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, perfectly messy brown hair and the most delicious biceps (not too big) that were flexing under the cuffs of his fitted T-shirt you really just wanted to wrap your fingers around and squeeze. Damn. âIs she okay?â He said turning to your friend.
âYeah sheâs just-â your roommate started before nudging you and breaking you from your hypnotised gaze on this absolute Adonis of a man. âShe thinks youâre really hot!â she shouted over the music to him.â
He raised his eyebrows as he gave a small chuckle, flattered, as you cringed. They both laughed at you. âDo you wanna dance?â he asked as he took your hand.
âYes, she does!â your friend said, pushing you off your stool. His other hand comes out to steady you as you almost slam into his chest. You blush before turning to give your roommate a death stare.Â
He flashed one of those charming smiles again before he began to guide you away from her and to the dance floor. His hand doesnât leave yours as he starts to bop and bounce, easing you both into the music. You slowly relax, smiling as a giddy feeling churns in your stomach, as you begin to bop with him to the music.
The music swells and he gives you a twirl under his arm before he pulls you closer to him. âSo have you got a name or am I supposed to refer to you as flower for the rest of the night?â
You frown. âWhy Flower?âÂ
âIsnât that the name of the skunk in Bambi who is all quiet and has those big eyes and blushing cheeks and-â
âDonât call me Flower.â you quickly say, slightly embarrassed by the way you had gone all goo goo eyed and helpless over him.
âOkay, then what can I call you?â
You hesitate for a second as you think about giving him your real name but what would be the fun in that, especially if this only turned out to be a one night stand. âTrouble.â
He laughs, his head dipping to hide his amusement. âIs that so?â he says from beneath his lashes. âFine, if thatâs how weâre playing it, you can call me Professor Brat Tamer, Professor for short.â
You feel your arousal soak your panties the moment he says it, the words going straight to your core. What have you gotten yourself in for? Itâs like he knows too from the way heâs smirking. He turns you, pulling you back into him, his hands resting on your hips as he begins to grind himself against your ass. âNow, are you gonna be a good student?â he coos against your ear only loud enough for you to hear. âOr are you gonna be like your namesake says and cause me a whole lot of trouble?â
He can feel the way you relax your body back against him, your eyes closing as you relish in the feeling his words elicit in you.Â
You smirk as you look back at him, âIâm sorry Professor, but you may have your work cut out for you.â
An hour and a half later heâs pulling you into his apartment, your back slamming hard against a wall of exposed brick as your mouth latches onto his. Both of you had done so well keeping your hands to yourself the whole way back, but the moment you got through the door it was like a starting pistol had gone off, both of you suddenly in a race for pleasure.
You moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between your teeth. You can taste his final Jack and Coke he had had before you left. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch.
âFuck.â You gasp as his mouth is suddenly moving across your jaw and down your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing you slightly in his hunger for you.Â
âGod Trouble, you sound so fucking pretty.â he coos against your chest, his hand moving to paw at your breast, bunching it up to spill over the top of your dress as he leaves wet kisses across the skin.
Your fingers wrap around his messy tresses as you pull his head back up so you can connect your mouth with his again, a small growl escaping his lips at the slight pain. You kiss him messily, both of you breathing heavily before you push him back, allowing you room to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor. Your fingers immediately begin to fight with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking sending arousal straight between your own legs.
âFuck.â He pants as he looks down at you, his hand reaching to cradle either side of your face as you pull down his jeans and his boxers in one swift pull. âUh, baby, baby, baby.â he coos as you take his length into your mouth and immediately begin to work your tongue up and down his cock.
His fingers move away from your face, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and you watch as he pulls it up and over his head, exposing the rest of his body to you. Fuck he really was gorgeous. âOh my god.â he cried out when you began to swallow his length down your throat, your nose pressing to his pelvic bone. âUh,â he said, his head tipping back, âsheâs not trouble, sheâs fucking perfect.â he says as he drops his head back forward to watch you, his thumb reaching to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of your eye.
You take his length out of your mouth as you gasp for air and he thinks itâs the sexiest thing heâs ever heard. âCome here Trouble.â he says as he takes your face and chin in his hands and lifts you from the floor, pulling your lips back to his as he smashes his mouth into yours.
He begins to kick off his shoes as well as his jeans and boxers that now sit tangled around his ankles as he continues to kiss you, freeing himself so he can lift you up into his arms, your own arms throwing themselves around his neck, as he carries you to his bedroom.
You canât help but cheekily bite at his lower lip as he stops just before the foot of the bed. âOh she has some bite does she?â he says against your mouth. Your teeth almost clash together from how close you are as you grin, waiting to see what heâll do or say next. âOkay,â he says as he pauses a little for dramatic effect, âI can bite back.â he says before throwing you back on the bed.
You let out a small squeal as you're caught by the mattress springs and pillows. You quickly prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see the devilish look on his face as he pulls off your heels before he stalks up the bed towards you. He leans over you, attaching his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding deftly into your mouth and out again with every kiss until his last, when he uses it to suck your lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it. He releases it just as youâre beginning to feel it bruise, his lips instead attaching to your throat as his hands come up to pull down the top of your dress. He had already clocked that you were sans bra from how low the back of your dress was and is even more grateful now he can immediately latch himself onto your nipples, his tongue lapping at the small sensitive nibs, one and then the other.
You moan under his touch, your eyes falling closed as your head tips back, fingers gripping tightly at the covers beneath you. When he looks up at you, keening under his touch, he thinks it's the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. âLook at me baby.â he softly commands and you oblige, your chin pressing to your chest as you gaze straight into those big brown eyes. Itâs the sexiest eye contact youâve ever held. Itâs like heâs fucking you with his eyes as his fingers begin to snake their way up your thighs, lifting the bottom of your dress up to your hips so he can pull down your underwear. He takes one feel of them before saying, âFuck, trouble, these are soaked.â
You can only nod in agreement, as all words seem to have left your brain. âFuck, heâs so fucking hotâ you think, as he kisses his way down your middle, over your dress until he reaches the hem where he can start kissing at your skin. You sigh, your head falling back again at the sensation of his lips kissing across your hips and then down your thighs.Â
His fingers spread your legs and he gives a small nip to the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the small feeling of pain, that quickly turns to pleasure, as yet another wave of arousal floods between your legs.
âFuck, baby, youâre dripping.â he says as his finger scoops up the arousal thats begining to drip down your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth. You watch hypnotised as he sucks on his fingers. âDamn, trouble, you tast so fucking good.â he says as he slips his fingers from his mouth. Itâs so filthy. He has barely done anything and youâre a fucking goner.
His tongue suddenly crashes between your folds. âFUCK!â you cry out loudly. His fingers trace over your thighs, reaching for your own fingers which you entwine with his. Heâs got his eyes closed, savouring every moan, every little gasp he pulls from you.Â
He can tell youâre getting close from how your cunt begins to grind itself down against his tongue, chasing youâre high, but to allow you to have it would be too easy. He listens closely to your breathing, your moans; one⌠two⌠he suddenly moves his mouth away and you want to scream. He playfully nips at the inside of your thigh, almost hard enough to bruise. You really do scream now in frustration. âTold you I could bite.â he says coily as he mumbles against your skin.Â
He licks another stripe through your folds as if in apology, as if to soothe the sting but his tongue flicks at your sensitive clit before he sucks it hard between his lips and you cry out again. âMmmm.â he hums against your cunt, âyou sound so pretty when you scream like that.â
You want to cry, you are so sensitive and overstimulated but suddenly heâs lapping at your pussy again and youâre melting back into the bed as your muscles begin to relax again with the long slow licks of his tongue.
When you both begin to feel the build of your climax again he doesnât pull away this time. He lets you have it, your thighs closing around his head, hips bucking off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. He keeps going, his mouth lapping up everything youâll give him until you're pulling yourself away from him. Tears well in the corners of your eyes from the over stimulation as you pant and whine and rub your thighs together, desperate for the feeling to dissipate. He grabs at your ankles, holding you still as you flop back into the pillows at the top of the bed.
âSo good for me Trouble, youâre doing so good.â he says as he crawls up the bed to kiss you.Â
Although heâs wiped at his mouth, the taste of you still remains and you lick it off every part of his mouth you can reach as he settles himself between your legs.
His hands slide up your thighs before theyâre grabbing ahold of your waist and suddenly heâs flipping you, his head crashing into the pillows as you straddle his hips. Your lips race to chase his as you continue to pant breathlessly into his mouth, another flood of arousal soaking between your legs.Â
His fingers reach for the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off your head, leaving you finally, completely naked before him. âFuck, trouble,â he moans as his eyes drink you in, âhas anyone told you how absolutely fucking perfect you are.â You giggle and blush as you lean down to kiss him. âNo. No. Look at me.â he says as he takes your head in his hands and moves you away from him so you have to look at him. Heâs giving you that look with his eyes again as he holds your face in place, not allowing you to break eye contact with him for one single moment as he begins to grind his hips up against you, his rock hard cock grinding against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. âSo fucking perfect.â he repeats. âNow tell me, trouble, how do you want me to fuck you?â You canât think, your eyes closing as you try to focus your thoughts as his skin drags across your clit teasingly. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. âEyes on me Trouble,â he says, âfind your words, tell me how you want me to fuck you.â
You shake your head as you close your eyes again, really unable to think. âOptions.â you say breathlessly, your eyes flying open, before he can punish you for breaking eye contact again. âGive me options.âÂ
âOkay.â he concedes with a small nod and a smile. âOkay, pretty girl.â he repeats again soothingly as he pulls you back down closer to him, his lips kissing you sweetly and encouragingly, aware heâs over stimulating your brain. âI can fuck you like this.â he says as he looks into your eyes. His hand slowly trails down to wrap around your throat, his other hand still cradling the back of your head as he flips you again. âOr I can fuck you like this.â he says as he continues to slowly grind himself against your sex. âOr,â he says as he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply as he speaks directly into your ear, âI can flip you over and fuck you from behind.â You sigh as his words go straight to your core again.
âThe last one.â you say breathlessly as your eyes close.
âMMM.â he hums into your ear as his teeth nip at your jaw, satisfied with your response. He pushes you back into the bed slightly as he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands moving away from your face and you watch him eagerly as you await his next move. He leans over to the bedside table, reaching into the draw for a condom, lazily tugging at his length with one hand whilst he uses his teeth and the other hand to open it up. Youâre almost starring as heâs rolling it down the length of his cock, fully taking in his erect size. He smirks when he looks up to notice you nibbling at your lower lip.
âCome here, trouble.â he says before heâs flipping you over, your head finding a comfortable position on the pillow as he lifts your ass into the air.Â
He slides his fingers down your opening before placing two fingers slowly inside you, stretching you out and you let out another breathy moan at the feeling. He pumps them in and out of you a couple more times before he slowly lets them slide out of you, his fingertips dragging agonisingly across your clit before he uses them to pump his cock again a couple times, shifting himself into position.
His fingers grip tightly onto your hips as he lines himself up and slowly pushes himself inside you, your back arching with the stretch, head shifting as you let out another moan of satisfaction into the pillow. âMmm, let me hear you baby.â he says as his hand removes itself from your hip to reach for the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he turns your head back towards him.
âFuck.â you hiccup as he pulls himself out little by little before heâs slamming his hips forward against your ass, pushing himself in even deeper.
âFuck, trouble. So fucking tight for me.âÂ
You lose all ability to speak as he begins fucking into you, slowly building his pace until heâs fucking into you at a wicked speed. You want to scream again, your face screwing up in ecstasy as his cock continuously hits that spot inside you that makes you want to explode. His other hand reaches around for your throat, pulling you back up as he leans over you so he can stick his tongue back into your mouth. It adjusts his angle somehow, making the feeling in your cunt even more intense. Your mouth falls open as he holds it there, youâre panting and moaning into his mouth. âLook at me.â he encourages as his thumb rubs soothingly across your jaw. You canât help but obliged.Â
Itâs too much. Itâs the hottest, most filthiest sex youâve ever had. You know youâll never be the same again. Nothing, no one, will ever compare to this. âPlease, please, please.â you find yourself repeating as your eyes close again. Youâre so close and he knows it because your cunt is constricting like a vice around his cock.Â
He moves his hand down to circle at your clit between your legs. âCome on, trouble, give it to me,â he coaches, âFuck, baby!â he snarls against your mouth as he smashes his lips to yours again, pulling at your lips bruisingly.Â
You pull your mouth away from him, wailing, gasping for breath as your body convulses around him, his pace only slowing slightly to help you ride out your climax. âSo good.â he coos, âMy trouble, so fucking good for me. Atta girl.â
His pace is steady as he feels you begin to relax again but youâre still so stimulated. Youâre surprised heâs still going. âYour turn.â you say to him breathlessly and he smiles. When he doesnât say anything you decide to push your luck. âHow do you want to fuck me?â you coo, now youâre the one whoâs eye fucking him.
You watch as he closes his eyes, head falling back. He chuckles then, something low and devious. He suddenly pulls out of you. It makes you feel so empty. Youâre about to whine but then heâs flipping you over and pulling your legs together and then over his shoulder as he bends you in half. He lines himself back up with your entrance and slips back in with ease and you gasp as he bottoms out, the position making him hit that devastating spot inside you instantly. He leans all the way over so he can kiss you, his mouth swallowing every moan, gasp and breath that leaves your mouth as he pounds down into you like something fierce.
âOh my god, oh my god, oh my god.â you whine as the sensitivity grows too much. His pelvis is slamming against your clit with every thrust. Now you really are crying, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself clamping down on his cock again.Â
âOh my god, baby.â he says. âYouâre so fucking wet. So fucking good. Such a good fucking girl.â
Itâs a guttural wail you let loose into the room as you cum and his head dips down as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing even faster as he chases his high. âStay with me, Trouble,â he says, trying to ground you. He lifts his head, hand reaching for your face, forcing you to look at him. âJust a little bit longer, baby, just a little bit-â but he canât finish his words. Heâs so fucking close. One pump, two- he suddenly stills as he buries himself inside you, his forehead pressing into yours grounding you both as he pumps his seed into the condom inside you. You whine at the feeling of his cock pulsating against the still extremely sensitive spot inside you.
âYou did so good.â His voice reassures as he strokes soothingly across your cheek forcing you to look at him as you breathe deeply and heavily in your come down. âSo fucking good.â he says as he kisses your forehead before slipping out of you.Â
With his body no longer crowding you you fully relax back into his sheets, your eyes closing as you try to regulate. You think you might even pass out. You think you may even have blacked out for a second, but you know you havenât as your eyes fly open and your body jumps at the feeling of a cool damp cloth between your legs.
He watches you content as you suddenly relax once more, the cool washcloth doing wonders to soothe the hot swollen feeling between your legs as he cleans you up. You definitely black out then, completely exhausted.
You are disturbed again a few minutes later, a soft reassuring hand brushing up your legs. âHere.â his voice says softly as he sits on the side of the bed next to you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him so he can pass you a glass of water.
The cold liquid does wonders to help regulate your temperature and you canât help but stare at him again in wonder as he sits before you in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. He leans over you, kissing the top of your head, breaking you from your sex induced stupor.
âYou can stay if you want.â You nod your head, you have no energy to move yet.
âOkay.â he says with a soft smile as he takes the now mostly empty glass from your fingers. âIâm gonna go get you another one of these,â he says motioning to the glass now in his hands, âyou go to the toilet, thereâs a spare toothbrush under the sink, get yourself ready for bed and when you get back we can cuddle.â
You still have no words, just dociley nod and agree. You wobble slightly as you try to stand, blood rushing back to your limbs and his hand reaches out to steady you. âIâve got it, Iâve got it.â You say as you sway slightly and wave him away.
He just chuckles. âWhatever you say, trouble.â
You crawl into bed beside him 5 minutes later, tucking yourself into his side as his arm wraps around you. âYou really are Professor Brat Tamer huh?â you joke as you nestle into his bare chest.
âAnd donât you know it.â he smiles, pulling you tighter into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.
You wake just after 6am, sneaking from his bed with a smile on your face as you pick up your clothes before doing the walk of shame back to your student halls. The sun is just coming up and the leaves are just starting to change, you can still feel the alcohol in your system as well as the after effects of your orgasms and you know, although youâre tired, today is gonna be a great first day⌠or was it?
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Is this a one off? I don't know. Is there a lot of room for this to turn into a collection of shorts... yeah, maybe.
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Let the light in
Summary: The Avengers are separated after being hunted down and forced to live life on the low, causing a painful break up with the love of your life. What happens when she finds you again? Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader
A/N: Based off of this request
Warnings: Angst, violence, loneliness, blood, breakup, team separated, depression, kissing, comfort
Song: Let the light in- Lana Del Rey
The team sat around the dark living room, the familiar voice of one of New York's most famous news anchors echoing in through the air, âGood evening New Yorkers, today we open our headline with some shocking news: Former Stark enterprise building, located on the upper east side, exploded earlier today by a missile attack on the Avengers. Sources say Tony Stark was currently using it to house new plans for an updated Avengers training arena and larger compound.  Two architects, three investors, and one security manager was injured. Two of the victims later succumbed to their injuries after the explosion. Reports confirming the source of the violence are still unknown, however the Avengers were believed to have been inside the building at the time- hence the attack. The founding members of the Avengers Initiative such as Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Y/N L/N, and Clint Barton have yet to speak out. This marks the second targeted attack on our worldâs heroes in nearly a month since the Maximoff twins incident in Barbados, where Pietro Maximoff was nearly assassinated. It raises the question for us all: Are our heroes being hunted?âÂ
The screen went black, bye bye news lady. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. âWhatâre we gonna do Tony?â You got no answer.Â
 âCap?â Â
For the first time in the decade youâd known the team, (except for the Maximoffs & Peter) you saw uncertainty in all of their eyes. Tony threw his classic sunglasses on the couch, squeezing the middle of his nose in a useless attempt to massage an oncoming headache away, âFury⌠thought itâd be wise if we split up for awhile-,â he was quickly shut up with protests from the group.
âItâs too dangerous. This isn't easy for me, but we're facing a threat that's beyond anything we've encountered before. I've crunched the numbers, run simulations â the Avengers need to disband temporarily. We scatter, go off the grid, and regroup when the dust settles.â
âThis is bullshit, Tony. You know it is. This is exactly what they want-âÂ
âTasha,â your gentle touch on her back always softened her heart, but not today. She didnât even look at you.Â
âItâs not the end, Nat. Itâs like a strategic retreat. We're ensuring we'll live to fight another day. For once, Iâm with Stark on this. We play it safe, keep low profiles, and spread out,â Steve sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees and taking a hard look at everyone, âweâre family, we keep each other safe. And this is how we do it.âÂ
As much as the idea made your stomach churn, he was right. He always was. This was your family. Every holiday, happy memory, laugh and cry and battle and bruise was all with them. This team is how you met the love of your life. You loved each other, and if this is what needed to happen, then youâd do it.Â
But that didnât sit well with your girlfriend.Â
âNo, end of story. Weâre not separating.â
âYou know I donât think itâs just youâre choice, Natasha. I mean we have to decide this together,â your fingers lightly brushed the edge of the bed, nervously playing with the soft sheets you had just bought.
âExactly, and I. Said. No.â She was acting like a stubborn toddler that didnât want to eat her veggies, crossing her arms and raising her voice an octave.
It was then when you saw something different in her eyes, those beautiful green orbs that held so much sadness and joy at the same time. But today they were cloudy, like a storm was brewing in her mind. You gently slipped off of the bed and stood in front of her, pressing your forehead to hers, âYou know itâs going to be okay, right?â soft palms caressed the side of her cheek, immediately feeling her sigh into your touch. âItâs going to be okay, youâll see.â You wish your words were true.Â
    Two months later the Avengers were spreading out all across the U.S., saying choked up goodbyes and packing your things. It was agreed upon that thereâd be a team meeting once a month, every month, for the next year until you could figure out who the threat was, and how to eliminate them. You thought San Francisco sounded nice, fresh, and a little more peaceful than the hustle and bustle of New York. And it was, for a time. You got a haircut, dyed your gorgeous h/c locks to a rich h/c shade. You bought a sweet little home with a bay window over looking the Golden Gate Bridge, started building an in home gym and library, and kept an extremely low profile. You finished file work and other Avengers paperwork at home, with a high security grade laptop. Natasha on the other hand, refused to dye her hair, or keep a low profile. She didnât want to admit that she was depressed, but it was glaringly oblivious. Being thrown out of her comforting routine put a wrench in Natashaâs life that not even you, her beautiful girl, could fix. All day she would do her paperwork, workout, and just keep to herself. It was like you werenât even girlfriends anymore. Finally, in the fifth month of living âundercover,â she finally agreed to go on a low key date with you to a small, cozy bar on the outskirts of the city. You got dressed up for the first time in what felt like forever, did your makeup real pretty, and even did braids on Natashaâs silky hair. She looked happy, finally. Adorning a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a low cut green top- her classic silver arrow necklace sitting pretty on her chest- your girlfriend looked like her old self again...absolutely perfect.Â
âYou look gorgeous, baby,â swift arms swept you into a gentle kiss, smirking against your lips and pulling you close to her waist.Â
You thought that night would be perfect, but by 11 pm you two were home and icing her bloody knuckles, static tv voices echoing in the background. You felt hot tears rising to the surface, but you never let them fall. Itâs not like you were just mad or angry or disappointedâŚno this was something more. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed by Natasha. You thought youâd never say that sentence, but then there you were, apologizing to the bartender for your girlfriend's rowdy behavior, and throwing $20 to the guy she completely knocked out before nearly carrying her out of the bar and into a cab. Within the next two weeks she packed her bags, and your home was changing once again, now empty.Â
  8 months laterÂ
    The team said that youâd only be separated for a year, or less, but you were coming up on a year pretty soon and none of you were any closer to figuring out who the threat is. But you, you moved on, strived forward, and kept going. Your breakup with Nat had been one of the most painful moments of your life, but you didnât let it stop you. These days you hardly cried over her at all, never even thought of the old days. Well, except for last Tuesday, when you saw one of her old sweaters and lied in bed for the rest of the day, or on Thursday when you heard her favorite song and- well, never mind that. You were at the top of your fucking game.Â
  Ms. Romanoff, on the other hand, had moved out of San Francisco completely and settled in Washington D.C. from the last you heard. She attended the monthly zooms, same as you, but you two never addressed one another. Natasha pushed all of the heartbreak she harbored deep, deep down until she would lie down for bed and reach out next to herâŚbut you were never there.Â
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Playing with fire || Miguel O'hara
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x f!reader
Summary: After risking your life to save one spider, Miguel had enough and decided it was time to discipline you.
Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, face slapping (M&F), brat! reader, spanking, very brief blowjob, gagging, Miguel has a big dick, overstimulation (?), multiple orgasm denial, rough sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, pain kink, some aftercare at the end.
Words: 2.8k
idk how Tumblr works as well but user @/octobersoot said something about reader being a brat to Miguel and I had to revamp this one idea lol. I hope this counts as reader being a brat.
Spanish speakers, do correct me with the last one in the translation, thank you in advance :DD
cariĂąo - honey || mi vida - my life || coĂąo - fuck (literally means cunt but google said it can also be used as like 'fuck!' or 'shit!' in English)
"NO DON'T!"
When you ripped yourself from Miguel's hands and jumped down into the black hole to catch the Spider-Man that fell into it, you had two thoughts.
If you die, Miguel would pull you from hell to kill you.
If you lived, Miguel would make sure you'd regret it.
As the void approaches, you latched onto one falling debris and leaped out to get closer to the guy whose wristâs flicked to release some webs for you to catch on but you ignored it. Youâve seen how using webs to catch someone goes and it didnât end well, youâre not about to make the same mistakes.
Reaching out to grab the falling Peter's hand, you webbed to the nearest stable item you could before feeling Miguelâs webs wrap around your waist. The momentary fear and adrenaline from saving the spider drained out of your skin almost immediately. Hearing the angry man barking orders above you, you prayed early for your soul.
You're not religious but you'd certainly need a diety's kind soul to take pity on you today once youâre left behind doors with Miguel alone.
"AY COĂO, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU GET YOUR HEAD HIT SOMEWHERE??"
You grunted, tugging President Spidey with you. "Just pull us up!"
"I should let go of you for being so stupid!"
"Then fucking do it coward!"
Despite his comments, it took one tug from Miguel to pull you and President Spider-Man to a safe spot on a building they were resting at to watch the consequences of altering canon events. The anger radiating out of his body would be enough to trigger your senses, his glare searing a hole through your skull.
Looking up sheepishly, Miguelâs face was contorted into subdued rage. The absolute fury lashing in his dark red eyes made your heart drop to the soles of your feet.
You're absolutely fucked and you don't know if you regret it or not.
On one hand, he's going to murder you and split your body into pieces to feed the kraken version of Doc Ock. But on the other, he's unfathomably hot when he's glaring through your flesh and soul.
How could he be so alluring while plotting your murder? You have no idea.
"We're going to have a talk." His darkened voice made your spine tingle, you nod and turned to run towards Hobi but the firm hand on your shoulder halts you. "Don't move, I'll break your knees if you do."
President Spider-Man shrunk beside you, more intimidated by the threat directed towards you than you do.Â
"Is that a threat, boss?"
"No cariĂąo, it's a promise."
Leaping down to greet the quarantine squad, he left the two of you on the rooftops. President Spidey turned to you, worried to the nines for your soul.
"D-do you need to universe hop? You're free to hide at mine, since it's my fault you're gonna get grinded later."
You laughed, slapping him in the back to which he wheezed at. "Don't worry, he won't bite."
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Despite your shit attempt of comforting President Spider-Man, he didn't leave your side, ready to jump in front of you if Miguel happens to snap in the middle of the journey back to HQ. Hobie however, attempted to pry him off of your side with an amused smile.
âHave you realized how fucked you are?â
President Spidey hushed him, to which the man raised an eyebrow at. âDonât say that.â
When you all entered the office, Miguel halted and you all followed. Thereâs a buzz in the back of your head and a glance at the nervous wreck beside you tells you that he felt it too.
"Everyone except my wife, leave."
President Spidey almost spoke up, probably to request to stay next to you until Hobie swung his arms around his neck and pulled him out, but not before saluting to you.
"I'll burn the ministry in your honor."
His voice echoed in the dimly lit room until the hatch closed shut, isolating you and your husband from the outside world until further notice. You watch as a yellow holographic lady materializes over his shoulder, Layla whose gaze immediately met yours.
"Layla, make sure no one tries to enter my office until I say so. Go hang out with Spiderbyte in the meantime."
"Don't break the poor girl, she didn't doâ"
"I don't want to hear it. Leave."Â
Sparing you a pitiful smile, she dispersed into the air. With no hatch to escape to, nor any obstacles to run behind, you were left standing a few footsteps away from the man.
"I thought we had an agreement to keep ourselves safe during missions?"
There was a simmering anger hidden behind his words, tone almost dark and bitten back.
"I was safe, you just need to place a little faith onâ"
"The last time I did that, the people I cared about died."Â
You wanted to defend yourself, bring up being safer since you're Spider-Man and all that but you knew it wouldn't end well. Seeing the seething anger radiating off of him, that's the best course of action.
Hanging your head down with a sigh. "Alright, I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time, cariĂąo. I think I have to drill it into you."
Your brain clicks, realizing what he said and you frown. "Fucking is not gonna help us right now, Miguel!"
"Well I don't see you complaining every time it happens, do I? If I recall, you've begged, cried and screamed my name again andâ"
Your hand moved faster than your brain as you slapped the man. You gasped, bringing both hands up to your mouth as you watched him go silent.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't meanâ"
"No no no, I see how it is."
You waited for his next move with bated breath, goosebumps prickling your skin. You debated on taking a few steps back but before you could, he surged with his hands grabbing your neck and slamming you on the wall, stealing the breath from your lungs and you gasped.
âYou know the words, mi vida?â
You curled your eyebrows at him. Does he mean your safeword?
âF-fucking get your hands off of me, let's talk."
The light slap on your cheeks shocked you, mouth falling ajar at the action. You couldnât deny the fact that the sting left by his hand has stirred your desires awake, nor can you even dare to mention how breathlessâfiguratively and literallyâhe left you.Â
Miguel observed your eyes, cautious of any hurt flashing in them before putting more pressure on the side of your throat and you greedily inhaled more air as much as you could. Dark spots crawl from the side of your vision and fear starts to claw at your heart.
Yet the uncomfortable slickness and ache between your thighs says otherwise.
"Your words."
"I'm not using them!"
The grin curling his lips sent shivers down your spine, doom looming over you.
"Good."
Before you could say anything, he released your throat and you fell to the floor, inhaling greedily for air as your vision slowly repairs itself.
"I've been wanting to tame that mouth of yours since earlier."
You coughed, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "R-really? I thought you liked that about me?"
"Oh really? I thought I said I only liked your mouth, not your voice."
Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to look up before pushing two of his fingers through your lips, pressing down on your tongue as his suit disintegrated to reveal his formal clothes. Miguel's hand threads through your hair, caressing the back of your head before tugging. With a wicked grin, he continued.
"Strip."
It was a command, not a request. The low timbre of his voice sends jolts of pleasure down your spine. Following his heeds like a hypnotized woman, you made quick work of your clothes, tossing them to the side and unshackling your web shooters.
Reaching up, you unbuttoned his pants and took care of his fly before shrugging the clothing down his thighs. The tent in his boxers sent shivers down your spine, a promise of pleasure behind its confines.
Pulling it down, his girth revealed itself to you and your tongue grew heavy inside your mouth, a few dribbles of pre-cum on the tip and the prominent veins giving it an illusion of being larger than it already is. Miguel pulled you closer making you kiss the base of his dick.
"What a sinful face you have, cariĂąo. I'm starting to like this more."
He guided his length to your mouth, smearing his clear arousal on the plush of your lips making you open up only for his hand to come down harshly against your cheeks once more.
The sharp sting immediately melts into hot arousal pooling down your thighs.
"Do you really think you deserve me, mi cielo? After speaking back to me earlier?"
"I want it, please?"
He scoffed. "'Want' it? Do you think you own me? That's funny."
His webs embraced you and he pulled, making you stumble to the floor with a yelp. Being bound tightly by Miguel who towered over you with sadistic glee and glowering eyes, made you feel small all over.
Yet the sick bastard at the back of your head smiled an ugly grin.
"How about we try it again? Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll give you what you wanted."
He pulled you back to a standing position, his hand immediately locking onto your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his dilated and darkened red pairs that seemed to tempt you to drown yourself in them.
Your eyes fell to the hand pumping himself leisurely and groaned.
"Please? Darling, I want to taste you."
"Do you deserve it?"
"I'm more of an action type of person than a talker."
He said nothing, watching as you fall back to your knees before tapping the head of his cock onto your lips. Once your mouth opened, his hand on your jaw crawled to the back of your head and pushed.
The sudden and wide intrusion down your throat got you gagging yet Miguel only found pleasure from the throb of your muscles constricting around him.Â
You remind yourself to breathe through your nose, trying to force yourself through it but your throat complains and you knew you couldn't take it. Slapping his thighs thrice, he pulled away immediately, clicking his tongue while you coughed and gasped for air.
"Bold talk. I knew your mouth wasn't fit for speaking at all. Such a shame it can't do anything at all."
Still focused on the throb in your throat, you weren't able to react fast enough when he pulled you flush to his chest by the web and carried you to the platform where a cushioned chair awaits.
He sat and you ended up on his lap with both his calloused hands grounding you by the shoulder and hips. Miguel's burning eyes roamed the expanse of your chest, one hand rising to trace his gaze with his fingertips and pinching the stiffened peaks of your mounds making you moan from the slightest touch.
"Maybe your pussy could do a better job."
The hand soon crept around your neck with his eyes where it pressed against its sides once more.
It was maddening how you could feel his hardness pressing against your folds yet unable to do much about it. The firm hand on your hips prevents you from grinding down on him. He does reach down to your clit, palming your engorged bead but before you could revel in it, he pulled away.
"Did those slaps get you this wet baby? Didn't know you're such a slut."
Your cheeks lights up and you slapped his cheek lightly for the name he called you, only for Miguel to return it harder.
"You don't get to slap me, slut. The only thing you're for is this pussy."
A wet slap resonated in the room and you cried, thighs closing from the impact on your heat, embarrassment burning your body before shame crawled up your throat as you realized his demeaning behavior seems to only goad you further.
He didn't give you a chance to prepare when he pushed his cockhead into you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the burn of the stretch stung your veins and stirred your desire further. Every inch inserted tore you apart, the sensation a mixture of heaven and hell, it was delicious as it was painful.
Seeing the struggle in your face, Miguel reached down to roll your clit in slow circles, whispering affirmations into your ears. The moment he sensed your accommodation to his girth did he pull out till his head remained, angling his hips before inserting himself back again to hit the spongy spot on your walls.
You whimpered and moaned in his shoulder as his pace grew with a manic fervor. The pain slowly transitioned into pleasure with the frequency of his thrusts, your nails dug into his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into you, narrowly missing your uterus as he pistoned into you.
Mind whirled in ecstasy and lightness brought by his fingers on your throat, you only grabbed onto him for dear life as he quickly dragged you to the edge.Â
Feeling the familiar pulse and tightness of your walls around him, Miguel suddenly pulled away and you cried.
"Why did you pull away?"
His hand came down with a loud crack! as it collides with the globes of your ass in quick successions. Your hips twists as you clenched desperately on air. Desire clawed at your throat and you whimpered, body already missing the rush of pleasure he brought with every push.
âDo you think you deserve it, mi vida?â
You nodded and he chuckled darkly. âI donât think you do.â
Despite his words, Miguel entered you once more, picking up his previous pace. Your previous orgasms arose, walls clamping down onto him, desperate for the release you craved so deeply. There's a wet sound echoing in the room along and you flushed deeper yet far too desperate for euphoria to care.Â
His deft fingers found your clit with experienced accuracy and slapped it with every thrust of his hips.Â
You shouldn't be enjoying every bit of pain yet here you were, moaning and wriggling your hips for more stimulation like a mad woman.
"My cariĂąo's such a slut taking all of this pain like the whore she is. Bet you liked that spider guy huh? Jumping off like a fool to save a dick, so pathetic."
Miguel pulled away and you cried, the itch of dissatisfaction searing through your body. You clawed at his back as if the pain could threaten him, in response, Miguel swats your rear once more.
"A little slut like you doesn't deserve to cum. After that stupid stunt earlier? Do you think you deserve to come?"
"Yes yes yes."
He slapped you across the face but you could care less, whining.
"Stop being a dick and give it to me, please!"
Clicking his tongue. "Such a desperate slut, I'd slap you for that, but I'm feeling a bit generous."
It was his fingers that attacked you this time, deftly rubbing your clit. Your hips stuttered up to follow his hand.
âMight as well count how many, right?â
Your mind grows lighter as time bleeds against each other. His objections to your orgasms grew frequent as the intervals between your nirvana grew shorter, you have lost count of how many he has denied you and has long stopped doing so, body now laid motionlessly on top of his as you sobbed onto his shoulder from frustration.
Miguel didn't care, in fact, he reveled in your misery every time.Â
His hips pistoned faster, tip almost always nudging your spot with every thrust as his lips caught yours in a weakened dance, there was a shift in the air and you knew he had finally relented on dragging it out.Â
"Come for me, darling. I want it all, give it to me."
The pleasure that bursted in your veins wasn't like the others from before. The ecstasy woke every nerve ending in your body alight, limbs growing weightless from the shock of pleasure from your orgasm as electric shocks reverberated from your core and to the tip of your fingers.
Your thighs convulsed violently and you screamed, arousal squirting to drench his stomach. Miguel's arms curled around you protectively as you shivered, whispering hushed affirmations in your ears while the impact of a long-denied orgasm shattered you.
"You did so well for me, mi vida. Iâm here, no more of that."
Miguel soaked in your every moans and sobs as he murmured something you couldn't catch, mind far too foggy to process.
You didn't even realize that he didn't came, focused solely on comforting you through your high.
His racing heartbeat matched the pace of the throb in your head, you could hear your breathing echo in your ears yet in the state of exhaustion, you found it calming, melodic even. Miguelâs fingers that gave and tore your pleasure away now caressed the back of your head, gently as if youâll break apart.
You could make out his chapped lips pressing kisses onto your temple as exhaustion won over your body, eyes falling shut with the melodic rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.
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Wasnât Me
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Synopsis: when Vision accidentally phases through your wall and catches you and Peter in the act, you try to stop it from spreading to everyone in the tower before Tony gets home
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âWait, this isnât the kitchen.â Vision said as he accidentally phased through the bedroom wall. You and Peter froze at the sound of a third voice and slowly looked up. Every time you snuck off to have some private time with each other, you made sure to lock the door. But despite all your best efforts to keep your relationship a secret, neither of you accounted for Vision coming through the wall. Especially not when you were right in the middle ofâŚ.something.
âOh. Hello.â Vision said and gave you and Peter a polite wave. The act he had caught you did not seem to phase him at all while you and Peter were horrified.
âAHHHH.â You and Peter screamed at the same time. You rolled off of Peter and landed right on the floor while Peter grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap.
âForgive me for intruding, but I am looking for the kitchen.â She said to meet her in the kitchen.â Vision asked politely.
âWell youâre not gonna find it here!â You exclaimed as you threw your shirt back on.
âDude! Get out! â Peter shouted as he hastily tried to zip his pants.
âOh, sorry, am I interrupting something?â Vision genuinely asked.
âYES!â You screamed like it was obvious.
âMy apologies. I bid you both a good day.â Vision nodded curtly and disappeared back the way he came. You and Peter stayed in silence for a while as you processed what had happened.
âDo you think he saw us?â Peter asked to break the silence. You sat up from under him and gave him a look.
âDo I think he saw us?â You repeated slowly.
âWell do you?â Peter asked as you climbed back onto the bed.
âAre you kidding me? Of course he saw! The straw was already in the coconut. Thereâs no way he didnât realize what was going on.â
âMaybe he thought we were just wrestling?â Peter shrugged weakly.
âUh huh. Wresting with your dick out. Just like WWE.â You said sarcastically.
âDamn it. He definitely saw us. Do you think heâll tell anyone?â Peter worried.
âHe better not. My dad will kill you. And then vaporize your corpse. And then set the ashes on fire. And then blow them into a shrimp cocktail.â
âBut Iâm allergic to shellfish.â
âExactly.â You whispered.
âOh shit.â Peter gulped. âWe need to go find Vision and make sure he doesnât tell anyone.â
âLetâs go. Heâs probably charging or in a bowl of rice or something.â You said and lead Peter out of the room. You went into the kitchen and found Vision at the breakfast table.
âHey Vision.â Peter smiled awkwardly as you stood beside him.
âHello, Peter.â Vision said politely.
âSo, about the little snafu from before. We just want to make sure you donât tell anybody about what you saw.â
âYeah. Because it wasnât what it looked like.â You added.
âOh, no? It looked like the two do you were engaging in sexually explicit activity.â Vision replied. You and Peter exchanged a panicked look and tried to think of a way out of this.
âIt looked like that, yes, but thatâs not what we were doing.â Peter lied as you nodded along.
âHm. Thatâs funny. I can detect heart rates and both of you appear to be lying.â Vision said with genuine curiosity.
âWeâre not lying, silly.â You forced a laugh. âMy heart is racing because I havenât had any food yet but I drank a bunch of coffee.â
âYou know women and their pumpkin spice lattes.â Peter added, earning himself a jab in the side.
âWatch it.â You said through a smile.
âAnd my heart just beats fast because I have the heart rate of a spider.â Peter added. âNo lying here.â
âOh, I see. But if you two werenât engaging in sexual activity, what were you doing?â Vision questioned.
âUhhhâŚâ Peter scratched his head and tried to think of something.
âPeter was just choking on a pretzel and I was getting it out of his throat.â You jumped in.
âWith your tongue?â Vision asked.
âYes?â Peter said weakly.
âWith your shirts off?â
âItâs a new technique.â You deadpanned.
âIâm not aware of this technique. Can you demonstrate on me?â Vision asked you.
âAbsolutely not.â Peter snapped and stepped between you and Vision. Vision looked at Peter in confusion and you had to jump in again.
âBecause it didnât work.â You explained. âHe still choked.â
âHe seems fine to me. Although, I am detecting some slight discomfort in the abdomen.â Vision said as he looked Peter up and down.
âI have a tummy ache.â Peter admitted and patted his stomach.
âWould you like me to conduct a physical exam?â Vision asked and held up both his hands.
âNo. I probably just have to fart.â
âOh my God.â You groaned and rubbed your eyes.
âSo are we cool? Youâre not gonna tell anyone what you saw?â Peter asked Vision.
âWe are cool. I will not be telling anyone what I didnât see.â Vision confirmed.
âOkay. Good.â You sighed in relief.
âExcept for Wanda.â He added. âBecause I already told her. I tell her everything. I love her quite dearly.â
âOh my God.â You groaned even louder.
âWhat did you tell her you saw?â Peter asked him.
âJust you were engaging in-â
âIt wasnât sexual activity!â You exclaimed. âHe was choking and I was saving his life.â
âThen why was his penis out?â Vision asked Peter.
âBecauseâŚitâŚwas⌠cold.â Peter said slowly, hating himself with every word.
âOh my God. Both of you need to stop.â You stated. âDo you think Wanda going to tell anyone about what you thought you saw but didnât actually see?â
âIâm not sure.â Vision replied. âYouâll have to ask her.â
âFine. We can ask her.â You sighed and pulled Peter by the hand and brought him to where Wanda was reading on the balcony.
âI donât want to. Sheâs scary.â Peter whispered to you.
âWe have to talk to her and find out what she knows before she tells my dad.â You whispered back.
âI can whisper too.â Wanda whispered as she suddenly appeared behind the two of you. You both screamed and jumped apart as she laughed. You grabbed Peters hand and ran away, brushing past Natasha as you went.
âTheyâre a little odd, arenât they?â Natasha chuckled as she watched you run by.
âThey are.â Wanda agreed. âYou know, Vision caught them doing it before.â
âWhat? No way.â
âYeah. He said he accidentally phased through Peters bedroom wall and caught them.â
âOh God. Yuck. New fear unlocked. Thatâs hilarious though.â Natasha laughed at the thought.
âWhatâs hilarious?â Steve asked as he came into the room.
âVision caught Y/n and Peter doing it.â Natasha told him.
âWhat?â Steve laughed. âNo way.â
âThatâs what I said!â Natasha laughed.
âHonestly, I kinda figured they were doing it. They are the only two in the tower around that age. And lord knows Peter is hornier than anâŚanimal with horns.â Steve said weakly when he couldnât think of an animal.
âRhino?â Wanda asked.
âI was thinking Triceratops.â Steve admitted.
âWait, isnât there a rule again dating on the team?â Nat asked. âAt least, thatâs what Tony tells me and Bruce every time we make eye contact.â
âIf he had a problem with that, heâs definitely gonna have a rule against one of us dating his daughter. Especially Peter.â
âI thought Peter was a nice boy, no?â Wanda asked.
âHe is.â Steve nodded. âBut all Tony will see is that heâs a boy who Vision caught with his daughter. Heâs gonna blow Peter into a million pieces.â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs what Vision walked in on.â Wanda mumbled. From across the room, you and Peter were peeking out from behind a wall to watch them all talk.
âThis is bad. Theyâre all laughing and saying our names.â Peter whispered to you.
âDo you think Wanda told?â
âI donât know. What if she made them all see it with her mind powers?â
âWhy would she do that?â
âBecause sheâs evil and not to be trusted!â Peter whispered harshly.
âWe just need to talk to her and find out what she knows. Maybe she didnât even believe Vision.â
âDo we have to?â Peter whined. âWhat if she enters my mind palace?â
âShe wouldnât find much.â You mumbled.
âWhat was that?â
âNothing, sweetie.â You patted his cheek and pulled him out from behind the wall. Natasha and Steve had left at that point and Wanda had gone back to her book.
âHey, Wanda.â You said with an awkward wave.
âOh. Hello. I havenât seen you two in forever. What have you been up to?â Wanda said sarcastically.
âNot much. Same soup, just reheated. You know the vibes. So, uh, we just wanted to talk to you about something. Something Vision might have said.â You began.
âOh. You mean you two swallowing each other alive in Peters room?â Wanda asked. You and Peter exchanged a look and Peter let out a loud gulp.
âVision doesnât know what he saw.â You told her.
âVision is made from the highest form of artificial intelligence. He knows everything.â
âOkay.â You said mockingly. âBut he doesnât know in this specific situation.â
âHeâs programmed to access a situation down to every last detail in case there is a threat of danger. And it seemed the only threat of danger in Peters room that day was running out of oxygen. Or maybe a broken pelvis.â
âIâm flattered but Iâm not that good.â Peter said humbly.
âHeâs right. He isnât.â You nodded in agreement.
âWhat was that?â Peter asked you.
âWe just want to make sure whatever Vision told you about what he thinks he saw isnât going to be told to anyone else.â You said to Wanda.
âNow hold on.â Peter tried to go back to what he had heard.
âSecrets safe with me.â Wanda smiled and zipped her lips.
âAnd me.â Bruce said from behind you. You and Peter whipped around and saw Bruce staring at you while eating a bowl of cereal.
âWhat?! Were you in here the whole time?â Peter asked.
âYeah. Wanda, you are funny. How come I never noticed that?â Bruce chuckled.
âIâm not sure.â Wanda shrugged. âYou tell me.â
âGod damn it. Are either of you going to tell anyone what Vision saw?â You asked and pointed at Wanda and Bruce.
âI thought Vision didnât see anything?â Wanda smirked.
âRight. Is anyone going to tell my dad about what Vision thinks he saw but definitely didnât see?â You asked with a hopeful smile.
âMaybe? I donât understand the question. Can you reword it? Or maybe write it down so I can see it?â Bruce asked.
âOh my God.â You groaned. âI thought you were the smart one.â
âOuch. Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being mean to me?â Bruce asked Peter.
âIâm not his girlfriend because we werenât engaging in sexual activity because weâre not dating. Everyone got that?â You asked angrily.
âGot it.â Wanda nodded.
âNo, sorry. Still confused. So you are dating but Vision didnât catch you guys doing it?â Bruce asked so genuinely that you wanted to scream.
âNo, he definitely did.â Wanda snorted. You looked at her in betrayal and she smiled apologetically.
âOh. Now I get it. You guys are dating and Vision did catch you having sex.â Bruch realized. âBut what are we not telling Tony?â
âNo one is telling Mr. Stark anything. Everyone just keep your mouth shut about the activities, which may or may not have been sexual in nature, that Vision allegedly walked in on. Okay?â Peter exclaimed.
âMy lips are sealed.â Wanda assured you. âWell, now they are. Because I already told Steve and Nat. But that was before you asked me not to tell anyone.â
âOh my God. Find. Can we trust you?â You asked Bruce.
âIâm not gonna rat. Donât worry.â
âThank you.â Peter nodded. âYouâre dismissed.â
âI donât take orders from you.â Bruce snapped and walked away.
âJesus Christ.â Peter whispered and felt genuinely offended by the tone. You took his hand and brought him away from Wanda to regroup.
âWe need to get ahead of this before anyone else finds out weâre secretly dating.â You told him.
âYou guys are secretly dating?â Sam asked as he came into the hallway, making you both jump.
âDamn it!â Peter shouted and hit the wall.
âOh great. Captain fucking America knows now.â You grumbled.
âSince when are you two a thing?â Sam laughed and looked between you and Peter.
âTwo months.â You admitted.
âTwo months? And Tony still doesnât know?â
âDo you think Peter would be alive right now if my dad knew?â You asked and gestured to Peter.
âThatâs a joke, right?â Peter laughed nervously.
âI guess not.â Sam shrugged.
âAre you gonna tell my dad?â You asked him.
âNo.â Sam replied.
âCool. Thanks.â You sighed in relief.
âBut only if-â
âMother fucker.â You exclaimed now that there was a new obstacle.
âOnly if you promise to never bring up that one time with the TV.â Sam continued.
âYou mean when you got caught-â
âZip it.â Sam cut you off. âOr Iâll tell Daddy Warbucks about your affair with Little Orphan Annie here.â
âThis whole conversation has been wildly emasculating.â Peter mumbled.
âI never saw anything.â You told Sam.
âGood.â He nodded. âThen we have a deal.â
You went to shake hands when your phone started to ring. You looked at Peter curiously and pulled it out of your pocket.
âHang on. Hello?â
âHey short stack. Iâm landing in 20 minutes. I can see that most of the team is in the tower today so I thought we could all have a nice, family dinner in the dining room. How does that sound?â Tony asked you through the phone.
âThe entire team? In the dinning room? For dinner? Tonight?â You asked as panic grew in your chest.
âAre you playing a one man game of Clue? Just let everyone know, will you?â Tony asked.
âSure, daddy. No problem.â You laughed nervously and looked at Peter with wide eyes.
âThanks, peach. See you soon.â Tony said before having up.
âShit balls.â You whispered once you were off the phone.
âWas that super good news?â Peter asked hopefully.
âMy dad wants the whole team in the dinning room for family dinner.â You said and held your breath for his reaction.
âSon of aâŚâ Peter started to shout and then quieted down, âshart mama.â
âI know. Itâs bad.â
âThis has gotten so out of hand. Iâve never taken this many Lâs in a row. I donât know if I can take anymore. My body is shutting down. I havenât peed all day.â Peter said as he paced back and forth.
âKeep it together.â You said as you gripped his shoulders.
âOh no. This is going to be so awkward.â Sam laughed at your misfortune.
âWhy? Because everyone knows weâre secretly dating except for Mr. Stark and they also know Mr. Stark will kill them for knowing and not telling him right away so tonight will be a long, uncomfortable game of who tells him first?â Peter asked all in one breath.
âYes, thatâs exactly why.â Sam nodded and looked at Peter strangely.
âI donât want to go.â Peter whispered and turned to you.
âWe all have to go.â You told him. âHeâll get sus if weâre not all there.â
âBut what if your dad kills me?â Peter whined.
âThen Iâll wait at least three months before getting a new boyfriend.â You smiled sweetly and patted his chest.
âYou can do that but Iâll just haunt him and kill him in his sleep.â Peter smiled back.
âOh my God. Come on. We have to go get ready for dinner.â You said and pulled Peter to your room.
30 minutes later, everyone was seated in the dining room with Tony at the head of the table. You and Peter nervously peered through the doorway to see what the set up was.
âWhatâs our plan?â Peter asked you.
âSit far away from each other and diverge the conversation every time my dad gets close to happening upon the truth.â
âOkay. How hard can that be? We never get together for family dinner. Theyâll all be talking so much that you and I wonât even come up.â
You and Peter took your seats at the table with you next to your dad and Peter further away. You made eye contact with Peter and nodded to let him know that you were in this together. Everyone stayed dead silent as the food was passed around and Tony was quick to notice.
âWhy is everyone so quiet? Did Sam leave porn on the big TV again?â Tony asked as he chewed his food. You gulped and looked at Peter in a panic. You had been wrong about everyone talking and keeping the attention away from you. Instead, everyone was silent and tense since they didnât want to be the one to let Tony know what Vision had seen.
âThat was one time.â Sam defended.
âBut how could we ever forget?â Tony teased him.
âI just wanted to watch Mama Mia. My eyes were burned.â Bucky said as he shut his eyes to keep out the memory.
âLet it go.â Sam said flatly.
âI donât remember that.â You said robotically. Sam gave you a discreet thumbs up across the table.
âWhat? You were the one that found it.â Tony reminded you.
âDoesnât ring a bell. I think youâre all remembering incorrectly.â You said with no much stiffness it sounded like you were reading from a prompter. Tony looked around the table and everyone avoided eye contact with him. They mindlessly pushed their food around their plates to look busy so that Tony wouldnât ask them anything.
âWhy is everyone acting weird?â Tony asked.
âWhat? Weâre not. Youâre being weird, dad.â You forced a laugh and patted Tonyâs arm.
âRight.â Tony said skeptically. âSo, Pete the treat. Any romantic interests at school?â
Everyone turned to stare at Peter, who was in the middle of taking a sip from his glass. Peter started choking on his water for a long time. No one made any effort to help Peter so he just sat there choking for an uncomfortably long period of time. Everyone stayed silent as he Peter coughed, turned red, and clapped his chest to try and get the water out. When he was finally done, he was crying and bright red.
âWhat?â Peter asked horsely.
âPeter doesnât want to talk about girls, dad.â You laughed nervously. Everyone exchanged looks while also sneaking glances at you and Peter.
âHe does with me. Come on. My dad never bothered with this stuff and I want to break the cycle. Tell me about your love life.â Tony insisted and playfully patted the table. You shot daggers at Peter and everyone turned to look at him. Peter felt sweat dripping down his forehead and smiled nervously.
âThereâs no one, Mr. Stark. No girls.â
âI donât buy that for a second. I can see the hormones brewing in your eyes. Youâre sweating just at the thought of her. I know thereâs a girl.â
âMaybe.â Peter squeaked out.
âSee? I knew it. Tell me about her. She cute?â Tony asked. Peter looked at you for a brief second and quickly looked away.
âYeah, yeah. Sheâs gorgeous. Really pretty.â
âSheâs all right.â Sam shrugged, making everyone stifle a laugh as your jaw dropped.
âFuck did you just say?â Peter snapped.
âI was kidding. Damn.â Sam held up his hands in defense.
âDamn, indeed.â Tony laughed. âWay to stand up for your girl, kid. Sheâs a lucky lady.â
âThank you, sir.â Peter said and hoped that was the end of the conversation.
âYou really are a good kid, Peter. I donât tell you enough. I was just saying this to Pepper the other day, but if anyone is ever brave enough to try and date my daughter, I hope theyâre like you.â Tony said sincerely. This time, you started choking as everyone murmured with amusement.
âReally?â Peter asked hopefully. He looked at you but you didnât dare make eye contact.
âYeah. Sure, youâre pretty annoying and way too eager at times, but youâre a good kid. Youâre responsible, you care about other people, and you know how to get a decent haircut.â Tony continued.
âSo youâd give Peter your blessing? If he and I ever wanted to date?â You asked skeptically.
âAbsolutely not.â Tom said immediately.
âWhat?â Your face dropped. âBut you just said-â
âI said I hope the person you date is like Peter.â Tony specified. âBut Peter would never be allowed to date you.â
âWhy not?â Peter asked and you shot him a look. Everyone else kept their heads down and turned away from Tony so he wouldnât suspect anything.
âNot that I care. Psh. Peter is lame. I would never date Peter. Haha. But yeah, why not?â You asked your dad.
âBecause heâs a superhero. And no daughter of mine is dating a superhero.â
âBut youâre a superhero.â You pointed out. âAnd mom married you.â
âI know. Thatâs why Iâd never allow you to go down the same path. Iâve missed hundreds dates, thousands of calls, and a million important moments because I was off being a superhero. I was saving the world but I was hurting the person I love most in the process. I donât want that life for you. If Peter was an average guy off the street, Iâd be thrilled to know you were dating him. But Peter isnât average.â
âI know that.â You replied, starting to get annoyed now that your dad was trying to tell you that you couldnât do something. You were already doing it, but he didnât need to know that. He needed to know that he couldnât make your choices for you.
âAyo. Yeah she does.â Sam snorted. Everyone gasped and looked at him, making him freeze. You and Peter stared daggers at Sam who smiled sheepishly.
âOops?â
âYou little bitch.â You mouthed across the table at him. Tom noticed the way everyone reacted and grew suspicious. He looked at you and noticed you werenât making eye contact. He then looked at Peter, who looked like he was about to pass out.
âWhat was that?â Tony asked Sam.
âNothing.â Sam scoffed and went back to eating.
âSamuel. Tell me what you just said.â Tony said with an eerily calm smile.
âI donât want to.â Sam whispered.
âTell me or I will shove your wings so far up your ass-â
âI said she knows Peter isnât average.â Sam admitted before Tony could finish his sentence. You buried your face in your hands while Peter chewed off all of his fingernails.
âWhat does that mean?â Tony asked and turned to you.
âI can confirm that as well.â Vision raised his finger as he spoke up. You and Peter looked at Vision in betrayal while everyone else stayed silent.
âOh my God.â You whispered and rubbed your face.
âWhat? Whatâs the big red giant talking about?â Tony asked you again, sounding angry this time. Before you had a chance to think of something, Vision spoke up.
âIâm talking about how I accidentally caught them fornicating earlier today, sir. Also, am I required to be here? I canât actually eat food.â Vision said politely. Everyone was dead silent as Tony processed what he was hearing. No one dared to look up from their plates or even move a muscle.
âYou know what? Vision is right. We should actually all leave. And never return. Bye!â You said and got up from the table. Tony grabbed the back of your shirt and made you sit back down.
âNobody move.â He said in a low voice. Silence fell over the table again as Tony slowly looked to Peter. Thatâs when he noticed that Peter had passed out and had his limp head in his dinner plate.
âWake the son of a bitch up.â Tony ordered. Wanda lifted Peters head by his hair and a green bean stuck to his cheek and forehead.
âPeter?â Tony asked, but Peter didnât wake up. Wanda shook him, then took his pulse to see if he was even alive.
âHeâs unresponsive.â She reported.
âJesus Christ.â You groaned to yourself as you watched Wanda and Steve try to wake Peter up.
âHe peed his pants.â Steve announced, making you groan even louder.
âPETER!â Tony shouted as he banged on the table. Peter woke up and looked around in confusion. Tony slowly stood up and leaned over the table while staring daggers at Peter.
âSomebody tell me whatâs going on.â Tony demanded. No one said anything, so you bit the bullet and stood up as well.
âDad, Peter and I are dating. Vision caught us before and the whole team found out about it. Thatâs whatâs going on, okay? Please, donât kill my boyfriend.â
âWhat?â Tony asked as he slumped back in his seat. You couldnât tell if he was angry or upset, but it was definitely not good.
âSam was watching porn on the big screen!â You blurted and pointed to Sam.
âYou said you didnât see anything!â Sam pointed back at you.
âThat was before you didnât hold up your end of the deal!â You shouted.
âShut up, both of you. Are you kidding me right now? Youâre dating Peter Parker?â Tony asked in a calmer voice.
âYes, daddy. I am. I have been for two months. We didnât tell you because we knew youâd be mad and we just wanted some time together before you forced us apart. I wouldnât normally lie to you like this but I knew youâd never allow us to be together and I love him. I just needed to love him for as long as I could before the world knew. Iâm sorry. Please, donât be mad at me.â You said as you took your dads hands. Tony stared at you for a long time and finally, put his hand on your cheek.
âI could never be mad at you, princess.â Tony said kindly. You smiled in surprise as Peter let out a sigh of relief.
âIâm gonna turn Peter inside out, though.â Tony said sweetly before lunging at Peter. He punched Peter right in the throat, making Peter collapse to the ground. You rushed to Peters side as Tony shook out his hand.
âDad! You canât hit him that hard. Heâs only 5â8. He couldâve died.â You yelled at Tony as you pulled Peters head into your lap.
âThat didnât even hurt.â Peter wheezed out as he clutched his throat. Tony wound up to hit Peter again, but stopped when he saw something that surprised him. He watched Peter reached up and touch your face as he whispered to you that everything was going to be all right. He thought he had just been punched in the throat and was awaiting the punishment of a lifetime, his priority was to comfort you when you were upset. Tony then knelt down beside Peter and helped him sit up.
âIâm sorry, kid. I should not have hit you. It was a slight overreaction.â Tony sincerely apologized.
âSlight?â Peter croaked out.
âI just wasnât expecting to come home to this news. But if itâs been two months and my daughter says sheâs this in love, maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wouldnât be as bad as I thought.â
âMr. Stark, I know itâs probably hard to think about your daughter dating someone with a life as unpredictable as ours, but I donât put anything above her. If Iâm out on patrol, chances are, sheâs hanging out on a rooftop with a walkie talkie telling me where to go. If I have to miss a date to take care of something, I take her with me. Sheâs my partner in all of this. I donât leave her waiting around for a text back all night. She comes first.â
âActually, âVision began, âwhen I entered your room, it seemed as though Peter was going-â
âDo not finish that sentence, jumbo tampon.â You cut him off.
âYou can trust me, Mr. Stark. You can trust us.â Peter said as he wrapped an arm around you. Tony looked between the two of you for a while but didnât say anything.
âPlease, daddy.â You whispered. Tony finally caved and smiled softly.
âOkay. Youâve convinced me. Iâm not gonna kill Peter. You have my blessing, underoos.â Tony said as he helped Peter off the floor.
âReally? Youâre not gonna force us apart?â You asked hopefully as you wrapped your arm around Peters.
âIâm not.â Tony confirmed. âYouâre old enough to make your own decisions. But if he breaks your heart, heâs getting turned inside out. At least for a day. I cannot compromise on that.â
âDeal!â You clapped your hands before hugging your dad.
âHold up, do I get a say in that deal?â Peter questioned.
âDonât push your luck, kid. After what Vision walked in on you doing with Tonyâs kid, youâre lucky to be alive right now.â Bruce said as he patted Peter on the back. Tony frowned as he pulled out of the hug.
âHold on, what exactly did Vision walk in on?â Tony asked. Peter motioned for everyone to keep their mouths shut as Tony looked around the room. When no one answered him, he looked at you expectingly.
âSo.â You laughed nervously. âDessert, anyone?â
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hiii i would love a tasm! peter where reader has just moved out of home for the first time and is feeling a bit lonely! peter comes over and keeps them company, maybe they make dinner or have a movie night :)
Thanks for requesting lovely!
cw: reader deals with loneliness
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ⥠753 words
You open your door to the smell of smoke. Instantly you beeline towards the kitchen, worried youâd left the stove on or your new apartment came with some faulty wiring, but you find yourself blocked at the threshold. A tall figure steps into your way.Â
âPlease donâtââÂ
You gasp and jump at the same time, up and back, and Peter has to grab your arms to keep you from tripping over the couch.Â
âFreak out,â he finishes. He grins as he rights you, eyes light with amusement. âSorry, there were probably better ways to do that.âÂ
âFuck,â you sigh, bending and setting your hands on your knees. âPeter, what the hell? How did you get in here?âÂ
âYou left your window unlocked.â Peter lets you go, holding his hands aloft for a second to make sure you donât topple before stepping back. âSuper not safe, by the way. Iâm not the only person in New York who knows how to climb a fire escape.âÂ
You shake your head, baffled, before remembering your original concern. âAre you burning something?âÂ
He winces. âNot intentionally.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows and move past him, into your kitchen. Peter follows behind.Â
âItâs out,â he assures you. You spot a smoldering dish in the sink, the charred remains of what you suppose was once food submerged in cold water. At least the smoke seems to be thin, clinging to the ceiling and drifting slowly out your open kitchen window. âI thought I could be fancy and make something, but, uh, reinforcements have been called.âÂ
You turn. âReinforcements?âÂ
Peter grins sheepishly. âPizza.âÂ
A little laugh sputters out of you, and his grin softens around the edges.Â
âCan I get a hug?â he asks.Â
You step forward willingly, the remainders of the dayâs exhaustion seeping out of you as Peter wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders. You squeeze his middle in return, resting your cheek on his chest and wishing stupidly that you could fall asleep just like this.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?â you ask.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Peterâs tone is teasing, but itâs still a bit gentler than usual, mushy fond. âWhere else would I be? You thought you could move to Staten Island and get away from me?âÂ
âItâs kind of far,â you admit.Â
âYouâre delusional. You donât get to have an apartment all by yourself, youâre stuck with me and my mooching forever. This is our new apartment.âÂ
âReally?â you ask, though the words have happiness and affection sprouting to life in your chest. When youâd moved here on your own, youâd figured it would seem empty without your family but you hadnât known how much you would feel it. You like the freedom, having control of your own schedule and how you decorate and which things go in the dishwasher, but you miss having people around. Itâs been so easy to fall into a routine characterized by solitude, with nothing but work to make you leave the apartment and no one to keep you company when youâre home. âYou gonna pay rent?âÂ
Peter squishes his cheek into the top of your head. Unbeknownst to you, heâs picked up on all of this. Youâve been calling him more since youâd moved in here, late at night and in the middle of the day. Heâs gotten the sense you just want to talk to someone. Heâs always happy to be that someone, but sometimes the phone doesnât cut it. The trip from Queens to Staten Island isnât a short one, but heâs going to be making it more often. Heâs missed seeing you, your sweet face and the way your eyes crackle when you look at him.Â
He pulls back, and theyâre doing it now. Youâre smiling at Peter like heâs the best thing youâve seen all week, which is very flattering, but it seems like a low bar.Â
âIâm thinking Iâll pay thirty percent of utilities,â he says. âSound fair?âÂ
âTotally fair,â you agree, rolling your eyes.Â
He grins. âPerfect. Youâre getting a great deal, here, sweetheart. Iâm already providing pizza and a movie.âÂ
Your eyebrows raise. âA movie?âÂ
Peter goes to your couch, whipping up the DVD case. âYup. Blu-ray.âÂ
Youâre smiling so big he can see all your teeth, but you shake your head. âOh, Peter.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI just moved in here. Why would you think I had a DVD player?âÂ
Peterâs head rolls back, an odd breath leaving him thatâs half sigh, half laugh. âI guess thatâs another thing Iâm getting you, huh?â
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I Swear I Don't Know Who That Man Is
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Genre: fluff/angst
Word Count: 5K
Summary: you got wasted and called peter to pick you up, you also don't realize it's him right away.
Peter Parker hates parties.Â
But, he loves you. Thatâs why heâs currently allowing his eardrums to burst apart and have his shoulders constantly being checked from the other bodies surrounding him. Itâs giving him the type of overstimulation where he wants to throw everyone to the side and scream at everybody to shut the fuck up. Instead he pushes through the crowd and tries his best to find you as quickly as he could.Â
âYo Parker! Is that you?âÂ
Peter wants to roll his eyes, how is Tarrent going to look directly at him, use his name even and then follow it up with asking if it is in fact, who he thought. Peter thinks about ignoring him until Tarrents hand claps him on the shoulder and digs his fingers in as he drags him to the kitchen island.Â
âParkerâs here, pour 'em up!â Tarrent waves his hand at his friend with the bottle, he shrugs and follows instructions. Peter is busy looking around for you.Â
âThought you werenât the party type, Parker.âÂ
Peter grabs the shot from Dalton, the one with the bottle, who poured them at the request of his frat president.Â
âIâm not really, Iâm on boyfriend duty right now.âÂ
Tarrent rips a nearly empty beer can from his lips, foam spilling out and his fingers slightly dented the can in his hold. âWhereâs she at? Should I get D to pour a shot?â Peterâs always been confused by Tarrent, he was kind of a dick. Not the intentional type of dick, but the overall stupid dick. Heâs always been a fan of Peters, he never let anyone pick on him and always was his buddy when he was in the room.Â
Peter eyes the shot in his hand, he doesnât want to do this.Â
He doesnât get drunk, unless he drinks an abnormal amount. Instead he just gets to taste all the burn with none of the fun side effects.Â
âNot sure, she was supposed to get a ride home with Linzey, but then she called me up here.âÂ
Tarrent nods, âLinzey with the tits? Theyâre honkin dude, you should see âem.âÂ
Peter blinks at him, âYeah, she has boobs alright.âÂ
Tarrent raises his shot glass, âTo tits!âÂ
Peter raises his own shot glass, âTo tits!â He tries to forget that you would pinch his arm if you heard him say that. Then taps the glass on the counter twice in unison with his friend before throwing it back.Â
His nose wrinkles slightly, warm vodka was absolutely terrible.Â
âSo, Parker. Wanna play a round of pong?âÂ
Peter thinks he doesnât know his first name, heâs never once called him it.Â
âI would but Iâve never played and I have a girlfriend to find.âÂ
Tarrent claps his hands, âTell you what, you play a round with me and Iâll send D to get your girl. Sound good?âÂ
Peter thinks about it, he really, really doesnât want to be here but heâs feeling slightly pressured. Not to mention Tarrentâs done a lot for Peter, heâs pulled a lot of cards for him. Heâs helped him get into the library after hours, and he even let Peter use his car for a date.Â
Peter sighs, âJust one round?âÂ
Tarrent waves Dalton off and raises his fists and shakes them, âThis is gonna be so lit dude, something tells me youâre gonna win us this round.âÂ
Peter laughs, âIâve never played.âÂ
Tarrent punches his shoulder, âBeginners luck, man.âÂ
Peter watches Tarrent push away a kid on the cups, even in the middle of a game they both stopped just because Tarrent wanted to play. âRerack âem, Charlie. Parkerâs gonna kick ass.âÂ
Tarrent explains the game to Peter quickly, âYou shoot a ball and I do, you wanna get them in the cup. You get it in the cup, they drink it and remove it from the triangle. If we both get one in then we get balls back and can reshoot, if we land it in the same cup then they take an extra cup off. You canât have your elbow go over the edge of the table, however you can bounce the ball and if it lands theyâll take an extra cup, but they can also swat it off the table. If they land a cup and the ball swirls around the cup you can âfinger it outâ, basically how you do your chick, last rule is a redemption, if we win they get an extra shot. If they miss, they lose, if they hit it, our win is canceled out but the game isnât over.âÂ
Peter nods slowly, âSo I just make it in the cup?âÂ
Tarrent smiles, âExactly, Parker.âÂ
Charlie finishes the rerack, both sides have ten, red plastic cups lined up in a triangle. He looks up to see his opponents, Tom and Terry, twins in Tarrentâs frat. Tarrent holds out his hands, a fist in one palm, Tom copies his move and they start slamming their fists down. âRock, paper, scissors. Letâs fuckin go, Parker! Watch me.â Tarrent cheers when he wins the game, picking up the white ball he blows on it for good luck and shoots it, it hits in the middle and bounces around the rim before falling off.Â
âFuck! You got this, Parker. Win it for your lady!â Tarrent slaps Peterâs chest, the force knocking him off balance for a second.
Peter canât think of one thing youâd be less impressed with.Â
Tarrent is a good guy, dumb and sexist and misogynistic but a good guy. He didnât realize what he was saying was wrong and usually when Peter gently corrected him he took note immediately and changed his language.Â
Peter decides heâll give the win to Tarrent. He can easily win this game, no matter how good his opponents are, they donât have Spidey skills.Â
He clears his throat and picks up a ball, he focuses on the first one and shoots. Itâs a perfect shot.Â
Tarrent jumps up and howls, âThatâs my fuckin guy! Fuck you Tom! Fuck you Terry!âÂ
The game goes back and forth for a minute, Peter choosing to miss some shots to slow the game a little. Otherwise it would be finished in five minutes. Halfway through the pressure gets to Terry, âYou canât hit this, Parker. Just like your girlfriend, you know you always leave her begging for more.âÂ
Peter blinks and tilts his head, âIs that supposed to be trash talk?â He sails the ball into a cup, Tom slaps his brother's head and chugs the now lukewarm beer. Terryâs words made him think, where were you? Dalton was sent to search almost fifteen minutes ago.Â
Dalton comes running up panting, âSo Iâm looking all around for you man and I gotta be honest, I have no fucking clue what she looks like. I tried asking every girl if Parker was their boyfriend but thereâs too many.âÂ
Peter looks over to Tarrent, heâs heard his pledge and made pleading eyes at Peter.Â
âCâmon, man. You canât bolt now, weâre about to win!âÂ
Heâs right. With a sigh Peter unlocks his phone and shows Dalton your picture. He examines and nods, âBe right back!â Then turns to break into a half jog, he stops to turn a girl around, that looks absolutely nothing like you, before shaking his head and running back into the house.Â
He has very little hope.Â
They won the game with very little surprise on Peterâs end. He nearly got talked into a second game but he was more desperate to find you so he could get midnight mcdonalds and a cuddle. âYou sure you canât do one more?â Peter winces, âSorry, dude. I gotta find Y/N, sheâs probably pissed by now.â Tarrent nods gulping down a beer, âI know how chicks are, Iâll see you Tuesday, Parker.âÂ
Peter smiled and nods his head, âGood game, man. Glad I could get you that win.âÂ
Tarrent gives him a grin back, heâs a little sloshed for sure. He hooks an arm around Peterâs neck, his beer splashed on his sweater on the shoulder. âYou know, I really do consider you a good friend, Parker. Youâre a good guy.â Peter taps his arm, âThanks, man. You too.âÂ
Tarrent shoves him away and slaps his ass, âGo find your chick, Iâm sure sheâs missing you.âÂ
Peter now realizes why itâs taken Dalton so long to find you, heâs not looking.Â
He estimates Dalton made it three steps in when he spotted a wasted blonde and was busy chatting her up, he made eye contact with Peter and his eyes widened, âListen man, Iâm sorry, okay? I just saw the prettiest girl in my life and I had to talk with her. Also can you please not tell Tarrent? Heâll knock me back four points and Franklin canât beat me, I have a thousand bucks I donât have on pledging.âÂ
Peter watches the girl swing her head back and hit the wall, she giggles and sips her drink. He just points at her and looks at Dalton, âSheâs wasted. Get her a water and get her home safely. I promise sheâll call you, do the right thing.â Dalton grins and shows Peter his phone, an Uber already ordered. âLike Tarrent says, rule three of Alpha Beta Delta, W.W.P.D. What would Parker Do?âÂ
âTarrent has a rule dedicated to me?âÂ
âDude he has a whole fucking powerpoint on it.âÂ
Peter nods his head impressed, turns out he can make an impact outside of the suit.Â
He pulls out his phone to check the time and sees two missed calls and seven texts, each one getting progressively sadder when you ask where he was. Peter looks up at Dalton and motions to his phone, he understands and waves him off. Peterâs quick to send you a text.Â
âIâm here, where are you?â
You read it, your chat bubble appears, then disappears, and then sends nothing.Â
Peter doesnât know if youâre in trouble or just mad he was an hour late to get you and ghosted you.Â
âbaby please tell me where you are, i want to go home.â
You have the same pattern, then a text appears.Â
âSo did I. An hour ago.â
Peter groans, no one could ever prepare him for a not only drunk, but a pissed off, drunk girlfriend.Â
â:(âÂ
He tries to think of where you mightâve gone. Peter checks the upstairs bathrooms first, then Tarrents room. When he comes up empty he tries outside, both the front and back. Nothing, heâs worried you mightâve left him as a punishment. When he circled the living room for the third time he was hopeless and texted you with no response, he was about to scream until he saw Lindzey. He nearly bolted to her, âWhereâs my girlfriend?âÂ
She narrowed her eyes then smiled when she recognized him, âThe basement. Sheâs pretty gone, she said Jarred was giving her the creeps so I came to get her some water.âÂ
âWhere is she now?âÂ
Lindzey looks at him funny, âThe basement?âÂ
âYou left my girlfriend, your friend, alone in a basement with a guy that was giving her the creeps while sheâs inebriated?â Peter decided he would never trust her around you again.Â
She tried to speak but Peter held up a hand and passed by her, quick to get down the stairs, he didnât even know there was a basement. He was able to breathe easier when he saw you sitting in a chair in the corner swirling a straw in your cup, your feet tapping to the beat of the song.Â
You looked drop dead gorgeous.Â
Peter approached you, you didnât look up at him. You sucked on your straw and chewed at the end, he smiled down on you.Â
âHey, trouble.âÂ
In a swift movement you moved to hit the side of your shoe against his, âOut.â You spoke around your straw and kept staring at a poster on the wall. âHuh?â Peter was confused, did you want him out of the room, or the house?Â
You sighed and kicked again, âI said out!âÂ
Peter couldnât help but laugh, you were trashed. âOut of where, baby?âÂ
You ripped the straw from your mouth, the ice danced in the cup, at last you snapped your head to look at his face âListen here, prick.â Your voice was venom, Peterâs eyes widened, he looked around for a second and shuffled closer. In turn you threw yourself back in your chair, âOut means out. Out of my way, out of my space, out of my fucking life.âÂ
Youâve never been this harsh before, he didnât realize you were this pissed.Â
He sighs, âTrouble, Iâm sorry I-âÂ
You cut him off quickly, âDonât call me that, ever. My boyfriend calls me that, thatâs his word for me. Not yours.âÂ
He canât help but grin in relief, you didnât know it was him.Â
âI donât see a boyfriend.âÂ
You scoff, âYeah well if you donât see a bear shit in the woods doesnât mean it doesnât happen. Heâs on his way, heâs picking me up.âÂ
âHow about I take you home sweetheart?âÂ
As serious as you could muster at the moment. You looked dead in his eyes and threatened him, âMy boyfriend is gonna beat the absolute shit out of you.â Peter raised his eyebrows, âOh is he now?â You nod fiercely, âIf I ask, heâs so whipped for me he would do anything I want.âÂ
Peterâs offended. He knows itâs true, but damn.Â
âHeâs whipped but left you here alone?âÂ
You nearly clawed his eyes out, âI have no fucking idea why youâre acting like you know anything about him. Heâs my boyfriend and heâs picking me up, and I promise you donât want to be here when he does.âÂ
Peter feels a sense of pride that youâre dropping his name, he made you feel so safe and comfortable that you knew he would drop kick anyone you deemed deserving.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. Want me to bring you to your boyfriend?âÂ
You scoff and sip your drink, âI donât think he would want me to leave my spot.âÂ
He wants to give you an atta girl, heâs trained you well enough that when youâre drinking and waiting on him you hunker down until he finds you. He will be looking forever if youâre constantly moving around.Â
âWhat if I told you I was told to come get you?âÂ
You look him over with shifty eyes, you donât trust this man.Â
âWhatâs his name then?â
He ignores your question and reaches for the cup you're drinking from, he thinks itâs time you stop. You slap his hand, hard, âDonât, ever, touch something Iâm drinking, okay? Mommy never taught you to keep your hands to yourself, huh?âÂ
Peter rubs at his red hand, âI-âÂ
You dryly laugh in his face, âHow fucking entitled to you think you are? I mean really, not to mention you have no fucking clue how to read a room. Iâm not interested, you dolt, I have a boyfriend that is gonna come grab me at any second.âÂ
Peter squats so heâs more eye level. He notices the issue, you couldnât see him. He was backed against the wall and it was shadowed, the second he bent down the window lit up his face.Â
âHey, trouble. I am your boyfriend, wanna get home?âÂ
Your eyes lit up with recognition, the moment you saw who you were berating your lower lip trembles. Fat tears pooling in your eyes had Peter panicking, did you still not understand who he was? Has he scared you?Â
âYouâre okay, baby. Itâs just me.â He smiles to be non threatening, it doesnât work. You blink and tears fall, Peter frowns and reaches forward to cup your face, you shrink back further into the seat. The drink clutched to your chest spilled out over your shirt, you ignored it and looked at Peter, shaking your bottom lip at him to hold off sobs.
Peter starts to look around, before placing a palm on your chest trying to sop up the extra liquid into his sweater. You shove his hand back quickly, then raise your knees to hide your chest, wrapping your hands around your legs and cry into your knees.Â
Heâs at a loss for words, he really doesnât know whatâs going on. Are you truly lost and think heâs taking advantage of you? It seemed like you recognized him the second you saw his face. He puts his hand on a knee, you move your leg so his hand falls off, heâs lost.Â
Peter thinks he needs to find Lindzey, he doesnât like the idea of leaving you here alone upset, but he canât seem to figure you out. If you can see your friend and have her willingly say that you are safe and this is your boyfriend then everything should be fine, right?Â
You have your face hidden from him, he had taken your cup away when it landed all over your front. Peter rests the plastic on the ground, the remnants of ice click. With a sigh he stands, he turns to look up the stairs hoping Lindzey would be coming down any second, if he has a guess though, sheâs in Tarrents room watching the ceiling fan.Â
Peter takes one step and you grab his wrist tightly.Â
âYouâre not leaving me right?âÂ
âHey!â He gives you a warm smile, like the kind of greeting you get from coming out of your room after a few hours. âWhatâs got you crying?âÂ
You repeat your words, âYouâre not leaving me, right?â You emphasize the right, because you donât think Peter would do that but youâre not too sure the way youâve been talking to him.Â
âI was gonna find Lindzey, are you-âÂ
You jump up instantly using the hand you have on Peter for stability. Youâre so close to Peter you almost step on his toes, heâs quick to back up. You take in his movements and start to cry, you shake your head quickly.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, please donât leave me. Iâm sorry, Iâll never do it again, I promise. Donât break up with me, donât leave me.âÂ
Peterâs face scrunches in confusion, you take it as rejection. You cry harder, you sob so hard people are starting to turn and look. âHey, câmere.â He wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you out of the basement but you stick your feet to the ground and shake your head violently. âNo! Donât do this, Peter. Iâm sorry! Please donât!âÂ
He really wants to get you the fuck out of here. Itâs dark, cold, loud and crowded. Youâre also a nervous wreck thatâs not only sobbing but also screaming at him stuck to his side but refusing him to touch you back. Youâre also making it sound like heâs about to take you out back and teach you a lesson, heâs trying to think of the nicest way possible to get you to shut the fuck up.Â
You sniffle and take a deep inhale, then pout at Peter who takes your silence as an opportunity and leans in to talk directly in your ear.Â
âCalm down, Y/N. Follow me, understand?âÂ
You nod but when he tries to move you stay attached to the ground again, âI said I was sorry, I didnât mean to, I promise.âÂ
Peter canât think of a time youâve been more hammered.Â
He needs to get you out of here, he tries one last time before heâd be forced to throw you over his shoulder. Peter leans to talk into your ear once more, not mean but stern. âIâm not mad, but I will be if you donât follow me.â You wipe away any extra tears that had fallen before nodding slowly, youâre trying to not make him mad. He doesnât know why you think heâs so upset at you.Â
Peter tries to grab your hand but you cross your arms and sniffle as you follow him up the stairs, he keeps turning every few seconds to make sure youâre still with him. He knows the second heâs able to get you away from the house youâd be able to explain why you were so upset. Heâs just so tired and is more than ready to get home so he could sleep next to you, and heâs been so patient with you so far.Â
Itâs rare you make him aggravated. So when you bolt from behind him to hide behind Tarrent he has to take a few deep breaths before he follows you. He doesnât know why youâre scared of him, he doesnât know why you were crying, he doesnât know why you want to hide behind Tarrent. He does know he wants to get the fuck out of here. Peter takes a second for his annoyance to leave, heâs half tempted to pull your arm like a toddler out the door. Kicking and screaming and all.Â
When Peter finally walks over heâs blocked by Tarrentâs hand.Â
âWhatâs going on, Parker?â His tone is accusatory, his side chosen with the teary eyed sniffling girl.Â
Peter sighs, âHonestly, no fucking clue.â When he looked over at you, you immediately threw your head down to look at your shoes. He leaned in a little closer to Tarrent to speak softly, trying not to set you off again, âI tried to get her to leave but she started crying and freaking out.âÂ
âShe doesnât want to leave with you.âÂ
Peter blinked. Tarrent was supposed to be his friend, why was he taking your side out of nowhere.Â
âShe had me spooked too. I promise everything is okay.â He smiled and went to move around Tarrent to grab his girlfriend, this time Tarrent was more aggressive. âShe said she doesnât want to leave with you, Parker. I wonât make a lady do anything they donât want.âÂ
Peter is so ready to say fuck it to everything.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. âOkay, great. Are you going to be getting my girlfriend home safely or will one of your pledges that can barely tie their own shoes be instructed to do so?â Tarrentâs face hardens, âWhy donât you go take a walk, Parker?âÂ
He throws his hands in the air, âAwesome.â He points to Tarrent, âYou can take care of it from here.â Then Peter stands near you, you still havenât said a word or moved an inch. âHave a goodnight, Y/N. Iâll talk to you whenever.âÂ
Finally you speak, itâs a worried tone.Â
âYouâre leaving?âÂ
Peter canât help himself, he gives a laugh, like heâs the crazy one. Exasperated, he looks at you, âYeah, baby, I am.â You look him up and down, âWhy?â He takes a second to look around the room, heâs expecting cameras to come out.Â
He doesnât want to fight but his tone said otherwise.Â
âBecause, Y/N. You called me here to pick you up, then you were mad I was late. Then you wouldnât tell me where you were because you thought a game of hide and seek would be cute, then when I found you, you started crying and screaming at me. Now youâre hiding behind my friend and heâs telling me you want me to leave. You want me to leave but you want me to stay, which is it?âÂ
Tarrent looks like heâs ready to break up the fight at any second.Â
You go back to blinking at your shoes, he nods his head with a mumbled âfucking awesomeâ and started to walk away. Your quivered voice made him stop, you were panicked and upset. He didnât get why until now.Â
âSo youâre breaking up with me?âÂ
Tarrent looks at him like âwell, are you?â
Peter canât stop himself, the confusion spills out.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYouâre breaking up with me?âÂ
When he walks closer Tarrent spreads out slowly, heâs trying to let Peter have a chance to talk to you.Â
âBaby, why would I break up with you?âÂ
You look at him and he sees how sad you look, you canât help the bubbling cry that pulls through.Â
âBecause I was mean to you.âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh.
You thought he was mad because of what you said to him in the basement. You thought you had fucked it up by hitting and berating him. You thought he was trying to get you out of the house so he could swiftly dump your ass and leave with a nicer, prettier girl.Â
âOh shit.â He breathes out the words and in an instant Tarrent knows this isnât as accurate as you claimed it was, even if you were plastered he was ready to have your side first. And not that he even really knows you, but he considers Parker a good friend and if there was a chance he was about to fuck up and end it with you he had to middleman it. Tarrent knows Parker deserves you.Â
He slowly pushed himself away until he was no longer in between you two. Peter appreciated the space and pushed his toes into yours, he was going nowhere.Â
âIâm not mad about that! You didnât know it was me!âÂ
Peter is so happy this was about nothing.Â
You wonât hear it, youâre drunk and extremely apologetic.Â
You hiccup, âNo, cause I was so fucking mean to you, Petey. I shouldâve never said that, I was so so mean. I wasnât being a good girlfriend.âÂ
He wants to laugh but he thinks it would upset you more.Â
âBaby, really. Itâs okay, you didnât know it was me. Iâm not mad at all, I promise.âÂ
You shake your head, âI was so mean to you though. I called you like, so many bad names.â You gasp when you remember what else you had done, you grab his hand to look at it. Peter tries to pull it away before it causes you to spiral more but you somehow have an iron grip on his wrist.Â
âAnd I hit you! Oh my god, Petey. I am so sorry, I didnât mean it I swear.âÂ
Peter places his free hand against your cheek, âI know you didnât.â You place a soft kiss to the red mark, he knows you feel insanely guilty.Â
âHey,â He taps your cheek with a finger to get you to look at him. âYou trust me, right?â You nod. âGood, now believe me when I say Iâm not mad. You stuck up for yourself, trouble. You didnât see it was me and I realized that, okay?âÂ
You sniffle. âSo youâre not mad at me?âÂ
He laughs, âNo, trouble. Iâm not mad at you.âÂ
You look at his hand and frown, you kiss it again. âAnd you wonât break up with me?âÂ
Peter smiles sadly, âDonât think you can get rid of me that easy, sorry.âÂ
âKiss?âÂ
He looks at you, then the room, âHere?âÂ
âIf youâre not breaking up with me then prove it.âÂ
Peter wants to tell you he could kiss you then dump you but you wouldnât get that he was joking and it would collapse everything.Â
He follows your wish and pulls you in, heâs not much for outstanding PDA but he thinks you deserve a little more than a peck tonight. You did just gaslight yourself into thinking he was breaking up with you.Â
Peter pulled back and watched you grumpily blink your eyes open.Â
âWhy stop?âÂ
âAre you asking for another?âÂ
You nod quickly and look over his shoulder, âNow! Before Casey Shauna sees you and tries to come over.â Before he can say a word you fly up to meet his mouth, it was sloppy and you basically headbutted him with your mouth so his teeth hurt. He gently pushes you away and rubs his upper lip.Â
Your eyes widened, âOh no, I did it again. I hurt you, right?âÂ
Peter was not about to fall back into this rabbit hole, not when he just found his way out of it.Â
âNot at all, trouble. Had some lip gloss, thatâs all.âÂ
You pout and shake your head solemnly, âIâm not wearing lip gloss.âÂ
âHow bout this, I get you home and Iâll give you all the kisses you want. Howâs that sound?âÂ
Like a puppy youâve forgotten why you were upset, excited you hold on tight to his arm as he guides you through the crowded room until you reach the front door. You ask him how firm he is on the kisses offer, he gives you three the second you exit the house.Â
âI also want sex.âÂ
Peter laughs, âThatâs funny, cause I want a mcchicken.âÂ
You âooâ at him and slap his arm in excited agreement. âI want one too, but with cheese. And maybe some fries. Oh, Peter! I want a super large coke too, they have the best coke!âÂ
By the time youâve hit up Mcdonaldâs and had Peterâs wallet buy you whatever you wanted, (even when you asked him for another mcchicken and a refill,) you were too tired to do anything but pass out on the couch.Â
Peter humphs at you while he watches you snore with the TV playing in the background.Â
âThe sex to Mcdonalds pipeline never fails.âÂ
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I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait
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ââNo, you donât understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,ââ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.
ââMy longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so Iâm not really the one to come to for Valentineâs Day gift ideas.ââÂ
ââUncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.ââ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ââBut Y/N is Mr. Starkâs daughter, I canât just buy her flowers and chocolate. Sheâll think Iâm poor.ââÂ
ââDidnât you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?ââ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.
Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentineâs Day plan. ââWhat am I gonna do? Valentineâs Day is in two days. I canât not get her anything.ââÂ
ââIf you go back to the roots of Valentineâs Day, itâs about celebrating love. You donât have to spend money to show someone you love them.ââ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ââEven if sheâs a Stark and bathes in money,ââ he added. ââShe didnât fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.ââ
On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself â until 10pm. He didnât have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford.Â
He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your âIâm hereâ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentineâs Day, he didnât want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding.Â
Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon.Â
ââHappy Valentineâs Day,ââ you said with a smile on your glossy lips.Â
Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.
You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall. ââYou made this?ââÂ
Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his âmagic boxâ.Â
ââItâs not much, butâââ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss.Â
ââStop it,ââ you said, guessing his train of thoughts. ââThis is the best Valentineâs Day gift ever.ââÂ
You never had another valentine before him â beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops â, but Peterâs gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you.Â
After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it.Â
He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ââSpiderman? Really?ââ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over.Â
ââPress his chest,ââ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.
Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ââI love you, my Spidey,ââ the toy said.
You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peterâs eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ââThat's your voice,ââ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush.Â
You nodded, the sparks in Peterâs eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ââI know you donât like when I get you expensive things, so I didnât get you a new watch,ââ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it.Â
Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you.Â
Your arms wrapped around him in return. ââEven when Iâm not with you, youâll always have something to remind you that I love you.ââÂ
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A Second Shot ~ Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader
Content - Worst! Wolverine needs to take a break from the chaos of the apartment and goes to find a bar. Lucky for him he walks in to the one you work at.
A/N - Thank you so much for the love already. All the likes, comments and reposts have been so encouraging. I'm gonna go ahead with writing a full series. Like I said before this will be more adult 18+. Ya know sex, violence, swearing. All the good stuff đ stay tuned â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Hi đ this is my first fic. Please comment if you like or have improvements. I have an idea to make this in to a full series that would be more đś adult. Let me know if any of you are interested in reading that. Warning: Slight swearing
Logan needed to get out of the apartment. Wade and Peter had started to brainstorm the rebirth of X-Force 2.0, which Wade promised would be at least 40% less lethal than its predecessor. And for unknown reasons the âbrainstormingâ included multiple whiteboards and creating a practice plane to âstick the landing unlike last timeâ. The ensuing DIY project caused Laura to barge out of her room, screaming at Wade about the noise. The merc with the mouth then thought it was wise to make a âmeniesâ joke. Not surprisingly Laura launched herself on the man, claws out.
Iâm too sober for this.
That was enough for Logan to grab his leather jacket and head for the door. Logan walked down the busy New York streets. It was late September, the night was chilly with light rain splattering on the sidewalk. Logan was surprised by how lively the streets were for the time of night, before remembering it was a Friday. He wondered how long it had been since he was sober enough to remember the day of the week. He continued down the street, silently taking in the bustle. Taxi drivers were hitting the horns like they were paid by the noise. Young couples were making out in darkened alleys, lost in their own world. Logan smirked to himself. God when was the last time he did that? He shook the urge to wander down memory lane. He passed a few bars, neon lights flickering invitingly. He peered in. Bachelorette party. Could be fun but he just wanted a quiet drink tonight. Another. Karaoke night. Logan winced at the off tune, drunken singing. Heightened hearing had its downsides. Every bar and pub seemed packed with drunken revellers, ready to enjoy their night and invite the weekend with a killer hangover.
Logan was ready to give up and head back, knowing full well that Wade and Laura had probably destroyed the apartment, when he glanced across the street. A small bar, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the street. âSammyâs Barâ, adorned the sign above the door. Logan focused his hearing. There was definitely people in there but it sounded quiet enough. He crossed the road and walked down a few steps to the wooden door, before pushing it open.Â
He stepped inside, the smell of hard liquor wafted in the air. The place was a decent size, something you wouldnât be able to tell from the street. The space was dimly lit, a few old looking sconces dotted the far left wall above booth seating. A few people sat there, engrossed in hushed, alcohol soaked conversations. Small round table seating were dotted around the open middle section of the bar, their patrons loudly arguing over politics as the few ancient looking chandeliers above swayed slightly with the roar of traffic outside. On the far right stood the solid wood bar with a few high stools lining it, with a couple of people sitting watching a boxing match on the TV in the right corner. The bar had a few beer taps, the usual stuff and a few European beers. Logan rolled his eyes before catching the well stocked liquor on the wall. This will have to do. Logan walked to a vacant stool by the bar, next to a greying older man nursing his drinking and quietly reading a book. Shrugging off his jacket and lightly shaking off the droplets of rain that clung still to it.Â
âBe there in sec.â called a voice from one of the tables. Logan grunted in response as he sat at the bar. He propped his forearms on the worn wood, interlocking his fingers. Bar mustâve been here a while judging by the wear of the wood. His eyes began to trace the scratched names on the surface. âJosh was hereâ, âFor a good time call Chloeâ âKenny hearts Lisaâ. He heard the hurried footsteps of the bartender rounding the bar to stand in front of him.
âSo what can I getcha?,â came the cheerful voice.Â
Logan lifted his head, âA double of..â His voice caught in his throat as his eyes widened slightly. You stood there with a bright smile adoring your face, head slightly cocked to the side. You looked to be in your late 20s, early 30s if he had to guess.Your hair was up in a high ponytail and you wore a black t-shirt that hugged your figure. Logan glimpsed your slightly loose jeans. Comfortable for working in a bar.Â
âAhemâ Logan cleared his throat. âA double of Jamesons, neat. Thanks.â
âNo problem. Coming right up.â You flashed him another stunning smile.
Oh fuck.
You pulled out a small step to help you grab the whiskey from the shelf. Your t-shirt riding up slightly showing off the small of your back and waist. Logan wondered what it would feel like to grip your waist as he-Â
âPipe down old manâ Logan mentally scolded himself. You hoped for the step stool, whiskey in hand and began to pour his drink. You chatted with the, what he assumed to be, regulars sitting beside him; laughing and commenting on the match they were watching.Â
God, even your laugh was beautiful.
âThere you areâ, you said as you placed Loganâs drink in front of him.
âThanks.â He managed to muster without his voice cracking like a kid whose balls hadnât dropped. He took a slow sip, letting the warming amber liquid melt his dayâs stress away.Â
âSo I havenât seen you around. We donât get many new faces here.â You offered idle chat as you cleaned the bar around you.
âUrm no. Not been here before.â Logan offered in response.
âNew in the neighbourhood?â
âYeah you could say thatâ You have no idea.
âWell, welcome to our neck of the woods. Umm?â you asked.
âLogan. Thanks. Sammy?â
âOh no.â You laughed, placing your hand on your chest. â No Sammyâs my boss and owner of this fine establishment. Iâm [Y/N]â you offered your hand to shake. Logan took it, his giant hands enveloping yours. He could have sworn he heard your breath hitch slightly at the contact and feel your heartbeat a little faster. You quickly retract your hand, Logan smirking slightly at your sudden awkwardness.
âWell Logan Iâm happy you found us.â
âYeah, most of the places âround here got too many people. Way too loud.â Logan said as he took another sip of his drink.
âYeah. Thatâs why most of the old timers like it hereâŚâ Your hand flew to your open mouth as you realised what you had said. âI mean not you obviously.â you stuttered as you tried to recover your accidental insult. âI mean like the older guys like a quieter ambience you know like Leonard is always complaining about how those places you canât hear yourself thinkâ You are tripping on your words as your brain goes into overdrive. âNot saying you have the same issues as a 65 year old man!â Logan couldnât help but laugh at your attempts to salvage your blunder.Â
âIâm older than I look, darlin,â he says with a coy smile, glass still hovering at his lips.
âWhat? No you canât be much older than me. Definitely under forty!â you stuttered out, still frazzled.
Logan's smile spread into a toothy grin. He was enjoying how flustered you were.Â
âHey [Y/N]! Another one when youâre done flirting with the new guy.â A man on the far side of the bar shouted, holding his empty pint glass.
âShut up Leonard!â you yelled back. The man, Leonard, laughed in response. âWell I think Iâve embarrassed myself enough. Iâll leave you to your drink, Logan.â You gave a quick embarrassed smile as you hurried off to see to the other patrons.Â
Logan let out a small laugh as could hear you scolding the man he presumed was Leonard.Â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â
âOh come on Iâve never seen you get all jittery before. Besides, you looked like you were drowning out there. What the hell did you even say to himâÂ
âNothing! Just drop it or Iâll tell Martha you were here last Thursday when you were âworking late at the officeâ.â you snapped back, glaring at the man. Leonard put his hands up in surrender, quietly conceding.Â
[Y/N] quickly glanced over at Logan to see if witnessed the exchange. Logan kindly dropped his head, pretending to be fascinated by his glass. You let out a small relieved sigh, before leaving the bar to clear some tables. Logan lifted his head back up, making eye contact with Leonard across the bar. The man gave him a wide smile, lifting up his glass in a silent cheers, clearly enjoying how flustered he made their favourite bartender. Logan mirrored the action with his whiskey glass before taking another sip.Â
The old man in the stool next to Logan began to stand up, closing his book and placing a few dollars on the to pay his tab. Grabbing his coat, he called out to you, âIâm off now [Y/N].âÂ
You turned, smiling at the man, âOkay Kenny. You take care. Bring Lisa next time, I miss her.âÂ
âI will. Nightâ The rest of the bar called out their goodbyes to the man as he finished putting on his coat. He began to walk past Logan before he stopped. Logan shifted slightly in his seat toward the man.
In a hushed tone âShe works here most nights.â He flashed Logan a knowing smile and wink before donning his flat cap and walking out the bar.Â
Logan couldnât help but laugh and shake his head. Yeah this will definitely need to be a regular spot, especially if it means being served by a certain beautiful bartender.Â
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Where Did You Learn That?!
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Prompt: Itâs a casual day when Tony brings the team to a new area to show them something. And Y/n surprises everyone.
Warnings:cursing, sexual innuendos, stripper pole usage (donât worry thereâs clothes), degradation, praise?
Pronouns: unspecified
A/N: I saw this video on tt and I immediately had to do this drabble . Lmk if you want a smutty pt. 2
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Y/nâs pov
Itâs everyoneâs off day in the compound so weâre all just chilling out. Iâm laying down in between natâs legs on our designated couch in the living room.
Sheâs playing absentmindedly with my hair while everyone does their own thing.
Wanda is playing with Peter and America on the switch.
Thor is chowing down on poptarts.
Yelena is eating Mac and cheese while cringing and gagging about Kateâs latest boyfriend. Saying how âshe doesnât know how anybody would ever want to do something like thatâ and Kate obviously banters back with âsays the aro ace personâ
I smile at their friendship. And then I look at Bucky and Steve, Sam is helping them catch up on the greatest movies of all time.
Well everyone is taking part in that, but itâs Samâs turn. I obviously made them watch every single Barbie movie when it was my turn. Especially the newest one. God Margo Robbie is so good. And of course Natasha made them watch all the Bond movies.
Anyways. Weâre all just having a chill day.
Until Friday starts talking
âI have been instructed to inform everyone that Mr. Stark has something heâd like to show you. In the west wing.â
I frown and say outwardly to anyone who will answer
âI thought the west wing was under construction?â
Thor shrugs his shoulders and says
âI guess not anymore. Letâs go look!â
We all make our way over there and along the way Clint, Carol, and Vision join us.
We walk into the west wing to find a big ass room.
Tony is standing in the middle and says
âWelcome to the new party central!â
The lights go up a bit but not a lot. Just enough to see that there are multiple stripper poles, bars, and party amenities scattered around.
I raise my eyebrows and everyone either groans or cheers a bit. I donât say anything I just walk up to Tony and point at the pole in the middle of the whole area. I whisper
âIs that one currently spinning? Or stationary?â
He smirks and says
âThat one is turning right now. Imagining a hot girl already?â
I shake my head and say
âSomething like thatâ
Then walk up to the pole. Iâm a few feet away from it and I look down and see my outfit. Itâs a baby shirt and jeans. I might fall because Iâm a bit rusty but who cares. I used to be amazing. It canât have gotten that bad right?
I shrug my shoulders and go for it. I do my most remembered and most practiced routine from my stripper days. BEFORE I became Natashaâs girlfriend.
She doesnât know about it either.
Watch this for what it looks like :))) âŹď¸
I hop down from the pole and flip my hair back and look at the avengers who all have different looks on their faces
Wanda, Steve, Kate, Thor, and Peter all have their mouths wide open and they are blushing hard.
Clint and Vision are unimpressed, probably because one is a robot and one has a wife who is also my sister. (He is literally my brother in law. Heâs not gonna be impressed when he knew what I used to do)
Yelena looks disgusted naturally.
Bucky, Carol, Tony, and Sam are impressed with my skills.
And Nat. I canât determine what her look is right now. So walk to her and take another look at everyone as I rest my arms around her neck. She absentmindedly rests her hands on my hips. Everyone is still looking in awe so I say
âWhat? Like itâs hard?â
That snaps them out of it.
Peter, Kate, Yelena, and America all go to the poles to have fun on them. Theyâre just kids.
And the rest of them walk away or start talking.
Natasha though, grabs my hand and leads me to the corner far away from everyone.
She is about to say something but Wanda walks up to us and says
âUh- thatâs- um- that was really cool.â
Sheâs blushing so hard and I smile at her. Sheâs a cutie.
I smile and say
âThank you Wandsâ
She smiles and walks away quickly.
I giggle at her flustered state and turn back to Natasha and say
âWas it good?â
She scoffs and says
âGood? Are you kidding me?â
She pauses long enough for me to cut in
âAre you mad? Iâm sorry. I didnât think youâd be mad if I did it in front of everyone. I know you like showing me off to everyone just to make them know who I belong to.â
I ramble a bit about her possessive tendencies with me. I also like feeling like a trophy wife sometimes.
She shakes her head and says
âNo that was fucking hot. Why didnât you tell me you used to do pole?â
I shrug my shoulders and say
âI guess it just never came up. We donât usually talk about strippers you know?â
She nods her head and then says
âWell, Iâm gonna need a few things from you from now on. Can you handle it?â
I nod my head and say
âIâm sure I canâ
She smiles and kisses me and I pull away to say
âWhat are the things?â
She smirks and leans in to kiss my neck and says into my ear
âOne- youâre gonna get fucked tonight. Two- Iâm gonna need a personal show now. And three- I want at least one dance at every party. I want everyone to see what a good slut you are on the pole. Then I want them all to be sad that youâre all mine.â
I let out a shaky breath at her words. I think I get a high from feeling like a trophy wife. Only sometimes though.
I thread my hands through her messy, slightly wavy hair and pull her head back to look at me.
For some reason I get a kick of confidence and say
âIâll do all of that for you. If I can do whatever I want with you tonightâ
She raises her eyebrows at my sudden dominance but then smiles softly and says
âWhatever you want you say?â
I nod my head and say
âAnd you canât say otherwise. Unless of course you are uncomfortable with it.â
She smirks and says
âI think I can handle that.â
She steps back and holds out her hand and says
âDo we have a deal?â
I nod my head and shake her hand like a business woman. And she then pulls my hand so that I get pulled up to her and she whispers against my lips
âLetâs start now. I have a feeling we have a long night ahead of usâ
I nod my head and she drags me to the bedroom.
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A/N: this turned out a lot longer than I thought I would. And I know how I said Iâd be taking a break but I couldnât get this off of my mind. <3
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