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* ・ ゚𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷
𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 | 𝗽. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
「 SYNOPSIS 」 / your cute nerdy bf takes care of you during the half-time of the football game you’re cheering at ♡︎.
「 PAIRINGS 」 / nerdy!peter x black!cheerleader!femreader
「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1965
「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem recieving), FLUFF, lots of it, cutie glasses wearin pete, you and peter r soooo cute, brief talks of bullying/name calling, public smut (ion know how i should word that so yeah), praising, some dirty talking, the word “baby” being use alot, its sounds like filth but it’s actual really soft lmao, a bit of dom/sub dynamics goin on but not fully goin on there, bad writing, i think thats it?
➪ author’s notes : ❝hi sexc baes, its meee. i’m finally back with a peter fic after some ages. i just wanted to get something out before i start my kinktober so i really hope u enjoy this. as always i love uu <333❞
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the infamous highschool varsity football game was currently going on tonight. your face all dolled up with glitter and pom poms shaking excitedly in your hands with your cute team uniform in place around your body, your curly hair up in two cute, huge puffs balls as you cheered on for your team and the crowd among you.
the brightest smile was plastered on your face when you made eye contact with your boyfriend up in the bleachers who was looking down at you with adoration and awe while you did and led your teams cheer routines. peter smiled even brighter as he watched you go. it still amazed him how he could be with the most perfect girl in the entire school while he’s, what everyone says, a “nerdy loser”
yeah, he’s a huge nerd with oddly big square framed glasses but he’s your nerd and he was the most amazing guy ever, and you have no doubt in your mind about that. all though peter can protect himself you was kinda like he’s protector when it comes to walking down the halls of your school.
with being the “popular girl” it came with it’s stupid perks, the jocks on the football team being one.
always picking on your peter when they see him with you in the hallways or just by himself at his locker. you always made sure to have them never even look at him again when they decide to tease him for being quiet and reserved. he’s actually not even that when he’s with you, he was the most extroverted person ever with you and you adored that you were the only person who gets to see that part of him. also another one of those perks is the other girls at your school who try to flirt with him. “oh if y/n goes out with him, he must be something” but peter being the greatest boyfriend ever always shuts them down.
when it hit halftime, you and your team were able to be dismissed to go hang out, or grab a snack from the concession stand before it was time to head back onto the field.
and of course you used this time to see peter.
peter big eyes had found you amongst the huge crowd of teenagers that were surrounding the concession area, chuckling under his breath when he saw you squeal at the sight of him coming your way.
acting like you never saw him before, you immediately threw yourself at him when he came close enough. his tone arms wrapping around your body tightly as he hugged you, giving your cheek a peck when you parted. “you looked so, so incredible out there, babe” peter compliments you, the cute little smile he always does stretched across his lips when he speaks to you.
“thank you so much, baby!” you reached up to give peter a sweet quick kiss, giggling when you saw his blushing, red cheeks at your actions.
“oh! a-are you hungry? do you want a hot dog from the stand?” even with being with peter for this long, he’ll still always become a nervous wreck when it comes to you easily and quickly. you actually don’t think it’ll ever go away.
you shake your head in a “no” manner at his question.
“just wanna be with you until i have to go back, pete”
peter smiled softly at your words, swooning for you even more when he saw your hand come up to push the glasses that were perched on his nose back up to his eyes. behind he’s lenses, his brown orbs then left from looking at your face to your tight uniform. you really did look so good. you noticed him focused on your chest and you tilted your head in amusement before poking him playfully.
“anything on your mind there babe?”
you saw him nod with a quick lick of his lips.
“can i… actually take you somewhere really quick? it’s just a little reserved spot i like to go to right around the school building?” you were about to immediately say yes to him but as your mind drifted back to the game, you sighed.
“ah baby, i can't. i have to be here and make sure i’m back on the field on time” you pout with defeat which peter sighed at. a protest rising and coming out of his own pouty lips. “i promise it won’t be far at all, baby. it’s fine if you don’t want to“ you then turned around to look at the huge scoreboard, staring at the red colored time that sat on the board in bold font.
satisfied with it, you turned back at peter with a grin spread across your face, nodding your head in acceptance at him. at your answer, peter grasped your hand with his own before taking you to the direction of the location he likes to go to during school and after.
he was right, it was really close to the game even though it's back where the school building is at. it was in fact quiet and reserved just like peter had said. it was at the back of the school building where no one was at, you could see why peter would be back there. the atmosphere just screams his name.
“so babe, what’s back here you want me to see?” you question cluelessly, looking up and the taller boy. a faint smile dancing across your features while you felt him unconsciously tighten his hold on your locked hand.
“i just thought… you looked so perfect in that uniform of yours tonight, y/n…” peter trailed off, his brown eyes gazing into yours. a little gasp exiting you when you notice a huge speck of desire swirling in his irises as he talks down to you. “watching you i just realized, i really want to please you. can i?… can i please touch you?”
at his almost desperate pleading, you swore you moaned. “fuck peter, yes you can. but you really have to hurry baby, okay? we have 10 minutes left”
peter nod his head with a bite of his lips in reply to your reminder, slowly backing you up to the brick wall of the school building. not letting another moment pass before he dropped down on his knees before you. your hands grabbing at your skirt, lifting the cloth up and holding it up so it's easier on him while he moves your cute cotton panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.
a little, low whimper left him when he made contact at the sight of your attention-seeking cunt in front of him.
with a little hum he drove into you. his tongue coming out of his mouth to kitten lick at your puffy clit. at first taking long drags of his tongue along your whole pussy; tasting your essence first before starting flicking his tongue at your wet clit with a fast pace. the sounds of your moans and the little sounds of peters tongue clicking against you filled the air beside the drowned out noises of the football game.
“p-peteeee” you whined out, your grip on your skirt tightening tremendously when peter lifted one of your legs up to place on his shoulder. getting a better angle of your pussy. the brown haired boy taking your clit in his mouth, his lips enclosing on the sensitive nerve tightly before sucking. making your legs momentarily twitch at the sudden huge smack of pleasure that hit you like a huge bus.
nothing but whimpers and little cries leaving your lips as he ate you out which you made sure to silence the best you could. you may be in a reserved spot but you were still in public and didn’t want to draw any type of attention.
“baby you’re eating my pussy so, so g-good” you assure with little gasps and moans leaving you from left and right, knowing just how much he loves getting praises from you. when he pulled away from you he made sure to bring his fingers up to rub at you, not wanting to stop pleasuring you, even when he parts away from you.
“yeah? is this good, honey? i just wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it” peter spoke up at you with his captivating and cum-worthy whiny tone he always uses when you both have sex together. god you swear you could cum just from his voice alone.
“yes baby, it's so good, you’re so good. just keep eating me just like that, pete okay?” he nods at you in obedience, peering up at you once more with his blown-out doe eyes behind the wide frames he had on which you noticed and stopped.
“here” you reach down and grab the lenses up and off of his face so it can be easier for him to work at you.
he chuckles, a heart warming “thank you” escaping him as you took them away. you both giggled with each other for a couple of moments as you placed the glasses securely on your shirt before peter immediately went back to pleasing you.
as he licked at your folds so deliciously, he was staring right up at you. so intently and passionate, you could just tell from his eyes he loved making you feel nice and that he puts his all into it. even though peter's vision was a bit blurred due to his glasses being removed he could still make out your beautiful, melanin skin glistening in the night’s light.
“pete, m’ gonna c-cum— shit” you whimpered loudly, a little too loudly. you could feel peter smile against you, his lips smacking at your clit. pushing you further and further until you fall right off of the cliff and into the beautiful waves of pleasure. peter then in the moment noticed how your legs started to shake and twitch which was very common thing that occurs during sex with your boyfriend peter, it tells him that you’re close. he also notice how you were struggling to hold up your skirt as he kept sucking and licking at your pulsating core.
all it took was one last suck at your bud before you met your doomed high, eyes going blurry as you endured the huge orgasm. peter gave you a soft, loving kiss at the skin of your inner thigh before placing your panties back to its original spot and rising up from his knees.
giggling when he was met with your blissed out face.
“hi”
“hi, there”
you both giggle and grin at each other, yours was a bit more tiredly looking though but still bright and happy as peters smile. “you okay, love?” he questions, lips placing a delicate peck on your forehead as he soothes you down from the orgasm.
you nod in reply, “m’ more than okay, baby. thank you”
“you’re welcome, honey. are you ready to go back and take over the show once more” you laugh at his words but quickly become silent as the realization that you were cheering for the game dawned on you.
“oh my gosh! wait, peter, is my hair messed up?! please don’t tell me my edges didn’t sweat out!”
at your sudden frantic figure, peter placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. a sincere look in eyes so you know to just believe him. “you look perfect as always y/n. and look you only have like 3 more minutes left, let’s put some food in you quickly and head back okay? sounds good?”
you sighed, your teeth chessing up at him with nothing but love.
“sounds good”
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Needy
summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions
cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter
a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH
you were a nervous wreck
peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.
it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.
you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.
it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.
“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.
however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.
“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.
“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.
“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.
“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.
tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.
“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.
“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.
“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.
“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.
“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.
and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.
you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.
he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.
what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-
his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.
he was consumed with the thought of you
“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.
“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.
“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.
“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.
“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;
he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.
he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.
he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.
he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.
“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.
“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.
“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.
he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.
he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.
he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.
he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.
“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.
“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.
“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.
“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.
“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.
your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.
“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.
he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.
“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.
“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.
“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.
though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.
his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.
“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.
that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.
“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.
the next morning
“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.
“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.
a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night
“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came
“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.
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A dear friend showed this to me and now my only wish is for you to write a blurb with this happening.
I don’t care which character you’ll write this for just pls do it
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Word Count: 789
Warnings: SMUT (minors dni,18+) (titjob, cumplay), the words tits/boobs (im sorry), awkward explanations
A/N: i wonder which amazing friend of yours sent this because i love that idea also sorry that this one’s a bit short aaaand this is such a peter thing to do no one can tell me otherwise
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It was no lie that Peter loved your boobs. He was a boob over ass guy any day and one other thing he loved was getting his dick in between them. So when he started playing with them under your shirt when you were making out on his bed you knew what he wanted. For you to get in between his legs and do the needed thing.
The first time you let him in between your tits Peter was too excited that he came so fast, his precum was already leaking when you suggested the idea. But as time went on he got used to it and lasted longer for the sake of the sight in front of him. Not to mention he also adored the way your skin looked when it was covered with his cum.
“You know you’re the most boob obsessed guy I have ever seen.” You chuckled when you were taking your top off. “You’re back to being 15 again every time you see mine.”
“Well it’s not my fault they’re gorgeous.” He shrugged his shoulders. That was one of the many things you loved about him. He didn’t get offended really easily and played along with you. Even when you called him 15 knowing he was at the edge of 21.
He sat at the edge of the bed and you placed yourself in front of him on your knees. Peter handed you a pillow and when you looked at him with empty eyes he explained: “For your knees. They get red when you kneel on the floor.” He wasn’t even trying hard to be thoughtful yet he surprised you every time. He must have noticed the rash on your knees a few weeks ago.
You got your hands on the sides of your boobs and pushed them together to create a hole for him. Peter pushed himself in between the valley between your boobs and thrusted into it. His hands were on his sides gripping the sheets and head has dropped to his shoulders. He watched you with both hearty and hungry eyes. It was written in his eyes that he loved you and everything you did.
As much as Peter was thrusting, you also moved up and down to create more friction. His hands were already on the backs of your shoulders, pulling you towards his body.
With one hand you kept your tits together and with the other you played with his balls. That resulted in louder moans which got you wet on the spot. The things you did for his pleasure were also working for yours too.
“I’m gonna come.” He said in a whiny voice and you could see his dick twitching. So you spat on his tip and moved your hands faster to make him come.
“Yeah? Come on baby. Come all over my tits.” Your words were what made Peter shoot his cum all over your chest. His chest was heaving up and down as he praised you.
You took some of his cum on your finger and licked your fingers as if you were tasting a dish you just made. Peter was looking at you like you were the most beautiful being on earth and to him you actually were. The way you spread his cum gave him an idea and he had to do it to see how you’d react to it.
Peter got his cum on his thumb and you thought the was going to make you suck on his finger but you were so wrong. He held your face with one hand and spread his cum on your forehead with a whisper. “Simbaa” He tried so hard to keep his laughter before he got you to react.
You couldn’t even got a word out from laughing and cackling so hard. That was when the room was filled with giggles from both of you. Peter was laughing even more than you that he fell to the his back. You got up from the floor and lied next to him.
“Where did that come from?” You asked with a tear rolling down your cheek. It took some time for Peter to answer but at the end he got the sweetest explanation.
“Remember when you were talking about The Lion King the other day? And you even forgot to breath in between sentences because you were so excited to tell me all about it.” You nodded. “Well since you like the movie that much I thought you know...” He pointed to your face.
“You know I love you, right?” You kissed his cheek and thought how cute of a boyfriend you had because if this was someone else you didn’t know how you’d handle this joke.
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spiderman just fucking the hell out of me in his suit and being extremely cocky and flirtatious pls 😭 love u
The Suit Stay's On
Part One
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: smut, degrading, praising, unprotected sex, swearing, Dom Peter, rough sex, etc
Summary: After many months of wondering what sex with Spiderman feels like, you finally get to experience it.
Note: Peter Parker x female reader
All characters in this story are 18+
Also, Need To Know by Doja Cat is basically what song represents this entire story lol
Enjoy :)
Read part two, here.
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Working as an assistant for the Avengers came with some pretty good benefits.
The pay was great, you even got your own room at the Avenger’s Tower. The only thing was that you ran errands for the infamous Tony Stark. The man was insane, but you still got to hang out with the world-famous Avengers.
Although you knew some of the Avengers, Tony wouldn’t let you mingle with all of them. Especially, the masked ones. The ones with their hidden identities.
Spiderman had always fascinated you.
The way how he was effortlessly swinging across the city of New York, using his strong and durable webs to get him to his destination or to fight crime, really turned you on.
I wonder what those webs can do…
His suit also showed his alluring muscles. The way how his biceps poked out his suit… fuck… staring at the masked hero made your panties stick to your pussy.
“So… who is this Spiderman? Is he cute?” You asked Natasha while you two ate lunch together.
“He’s alright. Young.” She spoke.
“Young… like 22? 24?”
“Early twenties.” She replied.
“Oh… what’s his name?” You asked, prying to see if Natasha would reveal anything about your current crush.
She glared at you, giving you the side-eye before she dived back into her salad.
“Oh, come on… what about his zodiac sign?” You asked again.
“Y/N- you know I can’t say anything about him. If Stark wanted you to meet him, you would already.”
“But Nat! He’s- he’s just so hot!”
“Who’s hot?” Someone asked.
You turned around to see Peter, the intern.
“Mind your business, Parker.” You snarked before you took a bite out of your sandwich.
“What? I can’t know what you two are talking about? It’s my lunch break too.” He spoke, grabbing a seat across from you.
“Y/N here is talking about her newest crush, Spiderman…” Nat spoke, a slight smirk on her face.
“Spiderman? What about him?” Peter questioned.
“Nothing.” You blurted.
“Don’t act like you weren’t just gawking over him!” Nat teased.
“Natasha!” You yelled, not wanting Peter to know about your crush since he did work with Spiderman as well.
“You like Spiderman? Since when?” Peter asked, now highly interested in this conversation.
“Since he saved my life? I told you two about what happened like a year ago…” you spoke softly, remembering the traumatizing moment.
You were held at gunpoint, a masked vigilante about to pull the trigger if you didn’t hand him your purse.
You threw it on the ground, crying, begging him not to hurt you.
You were young, you still had your life to live. Flashes of your family and friends filled your eyes.
Was this the day I die?
Suddenly, a man dressed in red and blue attire swings in front of you, pushing the criminal onto the concrete.
You gasp, backing away as this strange individual kicks away the gun in the thief’s hands, tying him up in what looks like webbing, and pinning him to the ground.
You stand in shock, tears stained on your face as you stare at the person who just saved your life.
They grab your purse, slowly walking towards you.
“Hey… it’s alright… your safe now. Here.” He hands you your purse, all your valuables still inside.
“T-thank you… thank you so much…”
“No problem. Are you alright? You look pale…” he spoke softly, his voice comforting you.
“I’m- I’m okay. I’ll be alright…”
“Okay… good. I’m gonna get his ass to jail, you stay safe alright?” He spoke, his hand on your upper arm, squeezing it slightly.
“Uh… yeah… I’m- what’s… what’s your name?” You asked, intrigued by who just saved you.
“Spiderman.”
Ever since that day, the name Spiderman has stuck to you.
You wondered who he was. You assumed he must be good-looking, his voice, the curves of his body making your assumption correct. And his kind heart. You knew he was a sweetheart. Someone who would die for a stranger at any time of day, no matter the circumstance.
You fell for him.
And you didn’t even know what he looked like.
Sometimes, his name would slip out while you touched yourself.
You just imagined his thick cock, fucking your brains out until you can’t walk anymore. Fucking you so hard that you lose vision in your right ear and hearing in your left eye.
That hard.
Even with such a kind heart, you knew he had a bit of cocky-ness to him.
You had seen him again. Working for the avengers got you more chances to get to know him, get to know the man behind the mask.
He was charming. Sweet. Caring.
Even though your interactions lasted not more than 5 minutes, he still somehow left a mark on you.
Oh, how you wished he fucked you in that tight suit of his.
So, now you were madly in love with who Spiderman was, and you needed to get to the bottom of it.
“I remember, yeah you um… you told me.” Peter spoke, playing with his food as he gazed at you.
“Yeah well… he’s cute. I like him. And I need to figure out who he is! The other day I spoke to him, and he was being so charming to me. Flirting with me! I just know he likes me or something! I dunno… it may be a long shot, but I just need to… I just need him inside me… I know… too much information, but I’m being honest here people.” You explained, not making eye contact with Peter.
Natasha let out a laugh, glancing at Peter's shocked face.
“I’m sorry! I’m just being honest!” You defended.
“You… you want… him inside- inside you?” Peter mumbled, now nervous.
“Yes. No questions asked. I’ll do anything for the man. If he wants me on my knees, he doesn’t need to ask twice.”
Peter started coughing, out of nowhere. His hand was on his chest as he tried to get his act together.
Natasha was now smiling and giggling like a manic.
What the hell is up with these two?
“Well… I’m telling you right now Y/N, I’m most definitely positive that Spiderman likes you back. At least a little.” Natasha spoke.
You gave her a little grin.
“Yeah… he likes you. I can… I can tell.” Peter spoke softly.
“Well, since we now know he likes me, I’m going to come up with a plan that ends up in Spiderman fucking me senseless.” You spoke, a devilish grin on your face as you thought about this filthy plan.
Little did you know, Peter was coming up with his dirty plan too.
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Tony Stark was known for throwing huge, fabulous parties. Whether it was someone’s birthday or just a regular Thursday, he would plan extravaganzas in a heartbeat.
It was Saturday night.
You had the night off since you were attending this random party Stark was throwing at his penthouse above the tower.
You knew the avengers would be there.
Usually, Spiderman would barely show up, if anything he would stay for 15 minutes and then leave, but tonight, your gut was telling you that he was going to be there.
You put on your best dress, did your makeup for the first time in a while, fixed your hair, and put on your most uncomfortable but sexy high heels.
Spiderman would see what he was missing out on.
You walked out to the bar, nearly tripping as you stepped around party guests.
Fuck, should’ve never worn these damn heels.
“Hey Nat, lemme get a tequila shot please?” You asked Natasha who was playing Bartender tonight.
You never knew why she liked being behind the bar, but she seemed to enjoy mixing drinks and talking to random socialites.
“Yup- Woah… Y/N! Wow… I might just take you into my bedroom right now…” Natasha flirted, gazing at your outfit.
“Oh stop!” You giggled, liking her compliment.
“Who are you dressing up for?” She asked, pouring the liquor into the shot glass.
“You know who…”
She glanced at you, a smirk on her face as she handed you your drink.
“Let’s hope he shows up tonight, Y/N. You look too pretty for him not to see you. If he doesn’t show, I’ll be runner up.”
You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes.
“I’ll keep that in mind Romanoff…”
A couple of tequila shots later and you were stumbling around the penthouse, looking for a place to sit down.
“Damn, these fucking heels!” You complained as you walked outside, towards the balcony. Thankfully, nobody was outside, so you had the entire balcony to yourself.
You sat down on the bench they had, slowly bending over to take off your shoes. They had been killing you all night. Not only did your feet hurt, but your heart did too. Spiderman didn’t show up.
Heels tossed to the side as you leaned back on the bench, gazing at the magnificent skyline of Manhattan.
You closed your eyes, resting your inebriated body as you got comfortable, feeling the wind pass by your skin.
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
You opened your eyes, confused.
“What the-”
Your mouth was left wide open as you stared at the person standing in front of you.
Spiderman.
“Hey… what are you doing out here? You are missing the party.” He spoke, gazing down at you.
“I- I um… I’m tired. My heels- they- the heels are hurting my feet.” You stuttered.
Shit, maybe I need another drink, so I won’t be so fucking nervous around him.
He chuckled, moving, and sitting next to you on the bench.
“Why- why aren’t you at the party? This is an Avenger’s event. You’re an Avenger, right?” You spoke, admiring his arms.
Fuck, I want him to choke me.
“Had some things to take care of. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” He spoke, his head slightly tilting as he admired your outfit.
How your beautiful breasts spilled out that tight dress of yours.
“Dressed up for me?” He teased.
Your eyes widened.
“Uh… uh… I um… no… no. I didn’t. I dressed for the party!” You blurted.
Damn woman, you forgot how to speak?
“You dressed for the party?”
“I did.”
“Hm… that’s a shame… thought you got all sexy for me since you have a crush on me.” He chimed.
You swear your heart stopped.
“Word got around that you like me. Said you wanted me inside you. I don’t even have to ask if it’s true, because with the way your heart is fluttering and how your panties are about drenched right now… I can confirm you dressed up for me, and me only.”
Yup. My heart stopped.
“I- I um… who… oh gosh…” you mumbled, now terrified that Spiderman knows your secret.
“Got you all nervous now? You weren’t nervous when you said that you’d be on your knees for me in a heartbeat.” He teased, his fingers gliding across your thigh as he talked.
You gazed at him, wanting no more than for him to just fuck you.
“No more chit-chat, Spidy. Yes, I like you. Now, let’s get on to the part where you fuck me. Show me what those webs do.” You voiced, a new sense of confidence washing over you like a wave.
He smiled under his mask.
The next thing you knew, you were naked on your bed, pussy soaked as Spiderman himself stroked his thick cock as he admired your bare body. Precum leaking from the pink tip.
“Such a pretty pussy…” he soothed, using a thumb to rub circles around your clit.
Peter’s mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds.
So wet, just for me.
-
Spiderman was stubborn. He told you that he would only fuck you if he wore his suit. You desperately wanted to see his face, see who would be inside you, but he protested.
Regardless, you would still get dicked down by the person who made your breath hitch by just standing.
Thankfully, Peter recently installed new mechanics onto his suit that allowed him to remove the bottom half of his suit without taking the entire thing off. It came in handy when he needed to pee, or when he was about to fuck you senseless.
Plus, Peter being in his suit made him feel even more confident, his dominant side coming out in an instance.
-
You’ve never seen a cock that big. It was how you imagined it, thick, veiny, and hard.
“Fuck spidy… is it gonna fit?” You asked, concerned.
I know I said that I wanted him to split me open with his dick, but not literally!
He chuckled.
“I’ll make it fit.”
Suddenly, he impaled you. His thick cock filling you up. You gasped, holding onto your bed with much force. You’ve never been this full before, the feeling was overwhelming. All you could do was gasp for air.
“So tight…” he whispered to himself.
You opened your eyes watching as he thrust in and out of you, his huge hands on either side of your body, holding you tightly.
Oh, how I wished I could see his face. See how good my pussy fucked him.
Peter’s face was scrunched up, lines forming between his eyebrows, lips in a tight line. He was taking in how good you felt, how his tip grazed across your cervix with each pound he made into you.
You told him to fuck you, and that’s exactly what he was doing.
Your moans filled the room, profanities and incoherent sounds escaping your mouth as your body jerked harshly.
Peter watched as your breasts jumped up and down, moving to his rough movements with ease.
“Oh fuck! Spidy! Oh. My. GOSH!” Your screamed eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"If you keep making those sounds, I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Peter spoke, continuing his thrusts.
“Don’t stop! Oh gosh- don’t!”
His thrusts increased, finding a rhythm. The steady rocking of his hips, fingers gripping on your thighs, causing the tips of your fingers and toes to curl.
“Spiderman!” You cried out, tears beginning to fill your eyes.
Suddenly, he picked you up, holding you tightly as he moved you over to the wall, not even taking himself out of your pussy.
Pinning your back against the cold surface, he held you up as he continued his rough thrusts.
Peter was moaning, cursing, grunting, pulling, and tugging at your skin, fucking you with such force, he thought that he would break you.
“Talk like a slut, you’re gonna get fucked like one.” He groaned into your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat, choking you slightly.
At this point, you were now cock drunk. You couldn’t even correlate what the man was saying as his cock tore you up from the inside, out.
You could only focus on how fucking full you were. You could feel him in places you never knew existed. Tears fell on your face each time his cock grazed your cervix. Your makeup was now ruined. It felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. You wouldn’t even be mad if he fucked you into a casket.
It sent Peter into a frenzy when he watched as your mascara ran down your face. You were a babbling and crying mess, and he couldn’t be prouder.
“You asked for this princess. Don’t go crying now.” He spoke, his thrusts beginning to get sloppy.
“So- so good! I’m- I’m- I’m gonna… fucking cum!” You cried, teeth chattering.
With a few more thrusts, you found it harder to breathe. Your entire body shaking, your fingers gripping onto Peter’s suit. You were about to burst.
“Cum princess. Cum all over me.” Peter groaned.
He didn’t need to speak twice.
Walls clenched around him as your head jerked back, harshly banging against the wall. You didn’t care, your jaw-dropping orgasm took the pain away in an instant. It felt even better than heaven, you swore you saw actual stars above you.
Peter watched carefully as he mentally recorded your orgasm. He watched as your jaw shook, how your legs wrapped around him tightly, and how you let out the loudest roars he’s ever heard.
He would save this moment for later.
He let you cum undone on his cock, making sure you finished before he pulled out letting you down gently on the floor.
“On your knees.” He demanded.
You swore you would get on your knees, no matter what.
Peter didn’t care that you couldn’t even think straight, he wanted you to live up to your words.
“Hurry up, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, stroking his thick cock with his shaky fingers.
You got on your knees, body shaking with aftershocks of your orgasm.
You gazed up at him, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you sniffled, your tears now staining your face.
“You look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” He praised.
You couldn’t even speak. You just looked up at him.
“Mm, fuck… I’m gonna cum! Shit- I’m gonna let out a load! Show me those pretty tits, princess.”
You grabbed your breasts, pushing them up for Peter to cum on.
“Shit!”
White strands of his warm cum came blasting like a cannon. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would let out a load. He painted your breasts, marking you as his territory.
His moans ran around the room, eyes rolling back as he continued to cum.
Shit, how much cum does this man have stored in there?
Finally, he finished.
Heavy breathing filled the room mixed with your soft whimpers, cum dripped off your hard nipples.
“Oh, princess, you couldn’t look more perfect… fuck…” Peter groaned, admiring how you looked like his complete mess.
“H-help me… up…” you spoke softly.
He helped you up, your legs about to buckle as he quickly moved you to your bed.
He grabbed some napkins that you had on your nightstand, and he gently cleaned up all his cum from your breasts, even the cum on your floor.
He threw away the drenched napkin, before making his way back to you. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, naked and in shock, basking in the aftereffects of what just happened.
“You alright?” He asked softly, his hand on your cheek.
“I- I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” You replied.
He chuckled.
“Yeah… you should take a couple of sick days…”
A couple? More like an entire month.
“You know… you could make me feel better if you just showed me your pretty face?” You spoke softly, trying to convince him.
“…Maybe next time princess. It would ruin all the fun we just had.”
You glared at him, rolling your eyes.
“Say, would it make you feel better if we went for round two? I bet it can.” Peter spoke, with a grin.
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Bucky not realizing interracial dating is normal
Bucky Barnes Headcanon
He didn’t mean to stare, honestly
It’s just that...
They seemed to be all over each other...and nobody else cared
Bucky was aware that he was ogaling the man and the women, who just so happened to different races
Back in his day, he would be hearing police sirens if this happened
But yet...nobody seemed bothered. nobody batted an eye, and Bucky was completely and utterly astonished
“Buck?” Steve snapped him out of his thoughts, “Whatcha looking at?”
“Them,” Bucky was a little guilty, “Won’t they be arrested?”
He wasn’t expecting Steve to laugh
“No, no, Buck, see that’s legal now. You can love who you want in this time,” Steve smiled
“Really?”
Bucky couldn’t believe it
He had missed so much during his years as the Winter Soldier
It was like the world had moved on without him, and he didn’t know what to think
“It got me too when I came out of the ice. Imagine my surprise at seeing Fury,”
Bucky chuckled but continued to stare at the couple
Not out of hate, you see,
But because he was finally glad that love won
Wait till he heard about the gays
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Thunderstorm
Summary: Peter and you hate each other and can never seem to get along, much to the dismay of your father, Tony Stark. That is, until one stormy night and your fear of thunder changes everything.
Tags: enemies to lovers, super cliche, FLUFFY AS FUCK, stark!reader, shit ton of cuddling.
“Peter, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Peter.”
You eyed the boy in front of you with great disinterest, the burning feeling of jealousy causing your stomach to recoil. So this was the boy that your father wouldn’t stop talking about. The boy who your father seemed to be obsessed with, and at times, care more about than you- his own daughter. Whatever you did, whatever you said, it was always followed up with “Peter this” or “Peter that”. And honestly, despite the fact that you knew nothing about him, you hated him.
You hated it and you hated him.
So though this was your first time actually being introduced to the teenager, you didn’t even bother to smile or extend your hand out for a friendly handshake. Instead, you stood your ground and muttered a disinterested hello. Peter seemed to sense your disapproval and meekly nodded, his eyes not staring into yours but instead at the floor. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly uncomfortable, causing Tony to perk up and start talking.
“Right, so um… (Y/n), you know about the mission you have this week-”
That caught your attention.
“What about it?” you asked, your tone accusatory. Your father sighed before placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I think that it’d be a great idea if you went with Peter.”
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Baby, Baby, Baby
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: strong feelings come up when you and Peter have to take care of a robot baby for your Sex Ed class
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“Good morning class. Now that we’ve reached the end of our Fully Alive unit in Sex Ed, we’re going to be doing a project.
“Is it a paper?” You raised your hand to ask.
“No. You and your partner will be taking care of these.” Mrs. Gordon’s eyes tickled with mischief as she went over to the table in front of the room. She tugged the sheet covering the table away to reveal 7 dead eyed baby dolls. You scrunched your face and looked at Peter, who looked just as creeped out as you were. Mrs. Gordon picked up one of the babies and held it up for the class to see.
“I’ll be splitting you off into pairs.” She explained. “Each pair will be given a baby. For the next week, you and your partner will have to take care of your baby. The better you do, the better your grade.”
“Do we get to pick our partners?” Ned asked as he looked at Peter.
“I have already chosen the pairs. You’ll get your partners now.” Mrs. Gordon said as she pulled out a list. She began to read off names and you listened carefully for yours.
“Leeds, Thompson. You’re partners.” Mrs. Gordon read off her list.
“Wait what? But we’re both dudes.” Flash said as he pointed between him and Ned.
“Plenty of babies have two dads. And the responsibilities of taking care of a baby don’t change according to the gender of the parents. Having a male partner won’t affect your project.” Mrs. Gordon shrugged and handed Ned and Flash a white baby. They both stared at it for a while as they processed what was happening.
“Well clearly one of us cheated.” Flash said after a minute and looked angrily at Ned.
“Wasn’t me.” Ned held up his hands in defense.
“That is so typical of you.” Flash laughed bitterly. “You’re always making me feel like I’m crazy.”
“Maybe because you are crazy.” Ned mumbled.
“What did you just say?” Flash snapped as he began to bounce the baby in his arms.
“Nothing.” Ned smiled sweetly at Flash to appease him. Peter watched this interaction unfold with a look of fear and confusion until he heard his own name called.
“Parker, L/n. You’re partners. Here’s your baby.” Mrs. Gordon said as she placed a baby in your hands.
“Us?” Peter sputtered. “We’re partners?”
“Is there a problem?” Mrs. Gordon asked as you looked curiously as Peter. Peter turned bright red and shook his head.
“No. No problem at all.” He squeaked and forced a smile. He looked over at you while you were bouncing the baby on your knee.
“Damn. This things heavy.” You remarked as you flipped the baby upside down to examine it. Mrs. Gordon cleared her throat and gave you a stern look.
“I mean - uh - our little bundle of joy is a healthy weight.” You said with a big smile as you cradled your baby in your arms. Mrs. Gordon nodded in content and moved to the next pair.
“Dude, this thing weighs a ton.” You whispered to Peter as you moved your seat to get closer to him. Peter gulped and turned in his chair to look at you. Secretly harboring feelings for his best friend was hard enough as it was. Now, he had to parent a fake baby with you. He didn’t know if he’d be able to get through this project without his feelings for you coming out in one way or another.
“Oh yeah. It’s super heavy.“ Peter said sarcastically as he took the baby from you.
“Okay.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Not all of us have super spider strength.”
Peter cracked a smile and pretended to use the baby as a dumbbell. You laughed loudly, earning another stern look from your teacher.
“You’ll notice your babies have some weight to them.” She began. “That’s because of the battery pack in the back. If you press your baby’s right foot, you will be able to turn the baby on.”
You gave Peter a look before pressing the bottom of your baby’s foot. It’s eyes flutter opened as it chimed to life.
“Mama. Mama.” It said in a high pitched, monotone voice.
“It wants you.” You said and held the baby out to Peter.
“What? Why am I mama?” He asked and took the baby from you. You shrugged in an over exaggerated manor, which made Peter stifle a laugh.
“The babies have a scale on their backs.” Mrs. Gordon continued. “The scale goes down when they are hungry, tired, haven’t been held in a while, or need to be changed. If the scale gets too low, you won’t be able to bring it back up. I expect every baby to be returned will a full scale. Points will be deducted for how often your baby went hungry, stayed in a a dirty diaper, or didn’t get enough attention.”
“How will we know what the baby needs?” Peter raised his hand to ask.
“The cries each sound different depending on what the baby needs. You’ll have to learn the meaning of the sounds of the cries and treat the baby accordingly.”
As if on cue, several babies around the classroom started to cry. Students began to panic and bounce their babies in an attempt to get them to stop.
“What did you do?” Flash hissed at Ned as he bounced their baby.
“Why do you always assume it was something I did?” Ned shot back.
“Because the baby was fine when I was holding him.” Flash snapped. “My mother was right about you. You weren’t ready for this.”
You and Peter exchanged a look and tried to hold back your laughter. You rocked your baby in your arms and successfully got it to stop crying.
“Projects are due in a week. Take care of this baby as if it were your own.” Mrs. Gordon smiled in approval as she looked around the classroom at her students panicked faces. Flash dropped his baby suddenly and the sound of its scale going down was heard around the classroom.
“Um, are real babies this slippery?” He asked as he picked his crying baby up.
“I hope you never find out.” Mrs. Gordon sighed. Your baby slipped out of Peter’s hands just then but he caught it with ease.
“Wow. Good reflexes, Mr. Parker.” Mrs. Gordon commented.
“Yeah.” Peter laughed nervously. “Lucky catch.”
“Yeah. Good reflexes, Mr. Parker.” You said sarcastically. You were still new to the Spiderman secret and it hadn’t lost its novelty yet. Peter smiled at your joke and hugged the baby closer to his chest. He had a good feeling about this project.
The bell rang and everyone carried their babies out of the classroom. Peter rocked the baby in his arms as he walked to his locker.
“Shoot. It’s crying already.” Peter realized and rocked the baby faster.
“Here. I’ll take it. I have study hall right now.” You said and took the baby into your arms.
“Thanks. You can come over after school if you want. We can take care of the baby together.”
“Okay. Sure.” You smiled at him and picked up the baby’s plastic arm.
“Say “bye dada”. He’s going to class now. Bye dada.” You said in a baby voice as you made the baby wave at Peter.
“Mama.” The baby said in its monotone voice. Peter laughed and took the baby’s hand in his own. He shook it like he would a real baby just because he knew it would make you smile. Your moment was interrupted by Flash and Ned walking down the hallway.
“Here. Take him. He’s crying and I’m exhausted.” Ned sighed as he passed the baby to Flash.
“So you hand him off to me? Like I’m any less exhausted? He’s your son too. You can calm him down.” Flash said bitterly.
“He likes you better.” Ned groaned. “He always cries around me.”
“Because he can sense that you’re not trying.” Flash snapped and took the baby from Ned. He began to coo at the baby as Ned rolled his eyes. You and Peter made eye contact and both decided not to speak about it.
Once school ended, you went back to Peter’s locker with the baby in your arms. Peter was putting his last few books away as you approached him.
“Hey Pete. You ready to take care of this thing?” You asked as you vigorously shook the baby in front of his face. The baby slipped out of your hands and flew into the air before smashing into the lockers.
“Oh my God. This child would not last one day with you.” Peter laughed as he caught the baby.
“Yes it would. Wouldn’t you, Zuko?” You cooed as you shook the baby’s plastic arm.
“You named it Zuko?”
“Yeah. Cause look. I threw it in my bag and accidentally pierced it’s face with a red pen. It’s eye is kinda fucked up now so his name is Zuko.” You explained as you pointed to the baby’s concave and red stained eye.
“What a lovely thing to say about our child.” Peter chuckled.
“I know.” You smiled sweetly. “If it was a girl, we could’ve named her Charlotte. As an homage to you.”
“What does Charlotte have to do with me?”
“You know.” You smiled shyly. “Charlotte. Charlottes Web. Spiders. Spiderman.”
“I think we should stick with Zuko.” Peter teased as he bounced the baby in his arms. He hoped you wouldn’t notice the blush on his cheeks that you caused with your explanation.
“Me too. Say hi to daddy, Zuko. Hi daddy.” You took the baby back into your arms and made it wave to Peter.
“Stop it.” Peter laughed. “That thing is creepy.”
“That thing is your son.” You gasped and pretended to be insulted.
“Wait a minute. This thing is completely smooth in the diaper region. How do you know it’s a boy?”
“Because I just met him and he’s already a pain in my ass and demanding all my attention. Only boys do that.” You said with a teasing smile.
“He looks like you. He has your eyes.” Peter teased you back as he took a step closer to you. He wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders as you played with the baby together.
“His eyes don’t move. And I just said his eye is fucked up. Are you saying my eyes are fucked up?” You asked, but Peter didn’t pick up on your sarcasm.
“No!” Peter said quickly. “You’re beautiful. I mean, your eyes are beautiful. But you’re beautiful too! Not just your eyes. But your eyes are beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”
“Dude, I’m messing with you.” You laughed, making Peter turn bright red.
“Right. I knew that.” He forced a laugh. Before he could say anything else, Flash and Ned came down the hallway.
“Here. Take your son.” Ned said as he practically threw the baby back at Flash.
“Oh, I see. So when he’s crying, he’s my son. But when I gave up my body for nine not us to carry him while you sat on the couch and ate barbecue Lays chips, he was our son. Got it.” Flash snapped as he cradled their baby to his chest.
“It’s been like two hours. How did they get so immersed?” Peter wondered out loud.
“I have no idea.” You shrugged. “Come on. I think he’s hungry and I’m not about to whip my tits out in this hallway to feed him.”
“Okay.” Peter nodded. “Wait, what?”
You went to Peter’s house that night and the next to take care of the baby. Monday and Tuesday went by pretty smoothly. Wednesday, however, proved to be tricky.
“It won’t stop crying. What do we do?“ You whined as you continued to rock the baby.
“I don’t know. Is it hungry?” Peter asked as he flipped through a baby book.
“It just ate. Zuko, stop crying.” You groaned. “You’ll restore your honor one day. There’s nothing we can do about that right now.”
“Maybe it’s tired.” Peter shrugged helplessly.
“It’s been asleep for the last three hours. If we let him sleep longer, he’ll stay up all night.”
“Does it need a diaper change?“ Peter groaned and rubbed his face, desperate to get the baby to stop crying.
“I changed it as soon as it woke up.” You reminded him. “Check the Internet. Maybe there’s something we haven’t tried.”
Peter nodded and turned around in his swivel chair. He opened his laptop and typed his question into Google.
“This says skin to skin will help soothe the baby.” He read off his screen.
“Skin to skin?”
“Like putting the baby’s body against your own. This article says to put the baby belly-down on your bare chest. That should calm them down.”
“Okay. We could try that.” You said as Peter continued to read through the article.
“Yeah. If that doesn’t work, we ahould- oh and your shirt is off.” Peter stopped mid sentence when he turned around in his swivel chair. You had discarded yoru shirt and tossed it on Peter’s bed while Peter was turned around. Peter turned bright red at the sight of you in your bra with the baby pressed to your chest.
“This isn’t working.” You whined as the baby continued to cry.
“Do you think it’s because it’s a plastic baby that can’t feel human contact?” Peter genuinely asked.
“I don’t know. You try.” You sighed and tossed the baby to Peter.
“Oh. Okay.” He put the baby down on his lap and tugged his shirt off. He stood up and put the baby in the same position you had him in.
“Hey. It actually worked.” Peter smiled as the baby stopped crying. He looked up to see if you were rejoicing with him, but you were just staring at him with a dropped jaw.
“What?” He wondered.
“Why are you so jacked?” You asked as you weakly pointed to Peter.
“What?” Peter asked again as he looked down at his body.
“You’re enormous. You look like you ate yourself.” You exclaimed as you unapologetically stared at Peter’s body.
“Oh. I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “This just kinda happened with the Spider bite.”
“Right. The bite of ‘87. I remember.” You nodded. “And then took steroids? After the bite?”
“No.” He laughed shyly. “This is just what my body looks like now. You know, puberty or whatever.”
“I also hit puberty and have been bitten by a spider or two and I did not gain that much body mass.” You said and gestured to his entire body.
“Boys are different.” He shrugged again as he blushed from all your compliments.
“I guess so.” You smirked as you continued to stare at his body. You got a look on your face suddenly as if something crossed your mind.
“What?” Peter wondered. “What’s the look for?”
“Can I touch your boobs?” You asked slowly as you took a step towards Peter.
“What?” Peter laughed in surprise. “No.”
“Come on. Please?” You begged. “They look so firm. I just want to squeeze em. Just once.”
“No.” Peter laughed again and covered his chest with his arms.
“Please? I’ll let you touch mine.”
“Wait. Really?” Peter stilled and looked at you to see if you were serious. You shrugged as if you didn’t really care in response.
“Okay, deal.” Peter said as calmly as he possible could. On the inside, he was freaking out about what was about to happen.
“Yes!” You clapped. “Me first.”
Peter rolled his eye and gently placed the baby on the bed. He opened his arms out and you excitedly rushed towards him. You wasted no time in placing your hands on his pecs.
“Wow. They’re like real boobs.” You smiled in surprise and looked up at Peter. Peter blushed from the attention and was determined to impress you further.
“They’re squishy until I flex.” He said and flexed his muscles.
“Woah!” You gasped. “That was crazy. Do it again.”
Peter did it again and you had the same reaction. You had a look of awe on your face as your hands traveled from his pecs to the rest of his body. Peter gulped and watched you silently as your fingertips traveled over every curve of his muscles.
“Your nipples are so far apart.” You said suddenly and poked his nipples at the same time.
“Stop it.” He laughed as he flinched. “Don’t make me insecure about my nipple distance.”
“I’m sorry.” You laughed as well. “But it’s like different zip codes. I can’t look at them both at the same time.”
“Stop it. You’ve lost your titty privileges.” He joked and backed away from you as he covered his nipples with his hands.
“Fine.” You playfully rolled your eyes and took your hands away. Peter watched you closely as you moved your hair away from your chest.
“Here. I’ll hold up my end of the bargain. Go nuts.”
Peter gulped and reached his hands out, but quickly retracted them. You frowned in confusion as he did this three more times.
“I can’t do this.” He decided. “It feels wrong.”
“Pete, it’s fine.” You assured him. “I said you could.”
Peter nodded in agreement and prepared himself again. He reached his hands out and was just about to make contact when he retracted them in fear.
“Oh my God. Here.” You rolled your eyes again and grabbed his hands. You placed them on your boobs and heard a little sound escape from the back of Peter’s throat. While your expression was complete neutral, Peter seemed to be experiencing 10 emotions at once. Finally, he cracked a smile.
“What?” You chuckled when you saw his expression.
“A lot of different songs just started playing in my head at once.” He told you as he stared off into the distance, hands still on your boobs.
“What’s the loudest one?”
“It’s All Coming Back To Me Now.”
“By Celine Dion?” You laughed.
“Yeah.” He replied. “But the Glee Cast version.”
“You’re so weird.” You laughed and pushed his hands away.
“No fair.” He whined. “You got way more boob time than I did.”
“Fine. Go ahead.“ You jokingly rolled your eyes and gestured to your chest. Peter put his hands right back on your boobs with a cheeky smile. You put your hands back on Peter’s chest and went back and forth honking each other until the door opened.
“Hey, Peter. What did you want for….” May trailed off when she saw what you and Peter were doing. You quickly removed your hands from each other and tucked them into your respective armpits.
“I’ll come back later.” She smiled sweetly before shutting the door. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment, not sure of what to say. You silently picked up your shirt and tugged it back onto your body, and Peter did the same.
“Do you think we just emotionally scarred her for life?” You asked after a minute.
“I do, yeah.” Peter nodded. The silence returned and you felt more awkward than you could handle.
“I should go.” You decided and grabbed your bag.
“You don’t have to. You could stay. If you….if you want.”
“I would, but I just know I won’t be able to have a conversation with you tonight without thinking of what just happened.” You answered honestly.
“Fair enough.”
“Are you cool with taking him tonight?” You asked as you pointed to the baby.
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I can watch the little monster.”
“Thanks a bunch. Be careful when you breastfed him. He almost bit my nipple off.” You rolled your eyes as you shoulder your backpack.
“What?” Peter asked as he looked at the baby in fear.
“Kidding.” You sang. “Love you. See you tomorrow.”
Just as you were about to leave, the baby started to cry. Peter picked him up and rocked him, but he didn’t stop.
“Aw. He misses you already.” Peter said as he bounced the baby in his arms. You let out a groan and walked over to the baby.
“Bye Zuko.” You cooed and kissed his plastic forehead.
“Bye Peter.” You said in the same tone as you kissed Peter’s forehead as well. Peter blushed a deep pink at the unexpected kiss, but you completely missed it.
“See you tomorrow, bastard child.” You waved as you walked back to the door.
“See you tomorrow.” Peter imitated the baby’s voice and made its arm wave to you. You laughed at what he was doing and shut the door. Once Peter was alone again, he sat on his bed in a daze.
“Dude, she just kissed my forehead.” He said to the baby as he held it out in front of him. The baby silently stared back at him with unblinking eyes.
“No. She’s never done that before.” Peter replied as if the baby spoke to him.
“You’re right.” Peter agreed. “I did touch her boobs today. But she also touched mine and I feel like that neutralizes it somehow?”
The baby continued to stare at Peter as one of its eyelids shut.
“I don’t know. Do you think it means she likes me?” Peter asked the baby and looked at him expectantly for an answer.
“I agree. It’s just hard to read her sometimes. We’ve been friends for so long and I’ve liked her the whole time. I feel like if she liked me back, she would’ve told me by now.”
The baby let out one robotic “wah” and Peter sighed.
“You’re right again. I haven’t told her that I like her either.”
Peter continued to stare at the baby as he mulled his options over in his head.
“Yeah.” He decided. “Maybe I should tell her.“
Peter smiled at the baby, content with their conversation. He placed him in his swivel chair and got some pajamas out of his drawer. Suddenly, he felt the baby’s eyes watching him.
“Um, I have to go to sleep now. You’re not gonna die and make Y/n and I fail the project right? Because that would not be good for our budding romance.” Peter asked the baby. It said nothing as it sat in his chair with its plastic arms sticking out.
“Okay. I’ll take your word for it.” Peter shrugged. “Goodnight, bastard child. Sweet dreams.”
The next morning, Peter was holding Zuko with one arm and putting his books away with the other. You came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey Pete. I can take Zuko. Thanks for watching his last night.” You smiled as you took the baby into your arms.
“No problem. He missed you.” Peter told you. He thought back to his conversation with the baby last night and decided to make a subtle move.
“So did he.” Peter said and pointed to himself. You laughed at Peter’s joke before flipping the baby over.
“Look at that.” You smiled in surprise. “Full scale. You took good care of him, daddy.”
“Well I couldn’t let you down.” Peter replied, but was just as surprised as you were that the baby was okay.
“You never do.” You shrugged, making Peter blush again.
“Do you want to come over later?” He asked. “It’s our last night with Zuko.”
“I’ll be there.” You smiled softly at him. Before Peter could say anything else, the first bell rang.
“See you tonight.” You winked at him and made the baby wave before walking away. Peter smiled to himself and bounced on his heels. He knew you were just coming over to take care of the baby, but he had a good feeling about it.
Later that day, you and Peter laid on his bed with the baby sitting on your chest. You were laying opposite ways so your heads could be together as you talked. It was a less intimate position than lying directly next to each other, but it still made Peter’s heart race.
“I just realized something.” You said as you stared at the baby.
“What is it?”
“I named him Zuko because of his eye, but I was wrong. The scar is on the wrong side.” You chuckled and showed the baby to Peter.
“Is that bad?”
“No. But if you’ve seen the show, it’s really funny. There’s a whole episode where he’s mad that someone put his scar on the wrong side in a play about him.”
“Oh. I’ve never seen Avatar. I don’t have the attention span. It’s like three hours right?”
“Well it’s 3 seasons. It’s probably more than three hours.”
“What do you mean three seasons?” Peter looked at you in confusion.
“The show. It has three seasons.”
“I thought it was a movie?“ Peter asked as he sat up.
“It is.” You nodded. “But Zuko is from Avatar the last air bender. That’s the show.”
“Which one has the blue people?“ Peter wondered.
“The movie Avatar.”
“Which one has the little bald boy?”
“The show Avatar.”
“Oh.” Peter frowned and laid back down beside you.
“Did you think they were the same thing this whole time?” You asked him with a smile.
“I’ve never seen either. Every time someone mentioned something about “Avatar”, I just assumed they meant the movie.”
“Peter.” You laughed and covered your face with your hands.
“Which one did the Fire Nation attack?“
“That’s from the show.” You laughed again at all his questions.
“Oh.” He repeated, a complicit smile on his face this time. At this point, he was just asking questions to make you laugh.
“You’re so dumb.” You sighed happily. “But in the best way.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize there was a good way to be dumb.“ He teased as he turned his head to look at you.
“There is. Because you’re really smart. Like incredibly smart. But you say dumb things sometimes that make me laugh.” You explained as you sat up in his bed. He sat up too and watched you as you got his exercise ball out of his closet.
“Well, good.” He replied. “I like making you laugh.”
You looked up at him and smiled a little as you bounced his exercise ball up and down. He got off the bed and caught it as you bounced it towards him.
“This thing is so old. I remember playing with it when it was bigger than us.” You chuckled as he bounced the ball back to you.
“Me too. May doesn’t use it anymore so she keeps it in here. It’s still fun to sit on, though.” Peter explained as he sat on the ball. He bounced up and down a little as you took a seat on his bed. You accidentally knocked Zuko over, so you picked him up.
“Do you want to have kids one day?” You asked in a quieter tone.
“I do.” Peter shrugged. “But I don’t know if I can.”
“Why not?”
“If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t laugh.” Peter held out his pinky and continued to bounce on the ball.
“Okay. I won’t.”
“I’m worried my sperm is radioactive. My blood is so I figured everything else is too. And that might fuck up the baby making process.” Peter laughed, but you could tell he didn’t actually find it funny.
“Maybe just a little.” You joked along to make him feel better.
“Yeah. And I don’t know if this is genetic, you know? I didn’t ask to be Spiderman. I’ve learned to live with it and I love it now but it was definitely hard at first. And I don’t think it would be ethical for me to potential pass that to my kid without a way to warn them.” Peter continued. His bouncing on the ball got faster as he spoke and you felt bad for him. It didn’t sound like he’d ever been able to express this before.
“Oh, Peter.” You said softly.
“Plus, you know. If the baby was born with my powers, they’ll crawl across the ceiling once they learn how. And I imagine that would make things really difficult.” He stopped bouncing and pretended to take interest in his fingernails to avoid looking at you.
“Pete.” You said again and reached out to roll the ball closer to you.
“Like, imagine trying to change a babies diaper and it crawls up the wall all exorcist style. That’s pretty freaky.” He tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but you were still looking at him sympathetically.
“You don’t have to make jokes if it hurts you.” You said quietly.
“Jokes are easier than feeling my other feelings.” He shrugged with a sad smile.
“What are your other feelings?” You asked. Peter looked down at his hands again as he tried to figure out how to word something he only thought in his darkest moments.
“I feel like no one would make a baby with me if they knew what could happen. And that really sucks because I really wanted to be a father.”
Peter didn’t make eye contact with you as he told you his most intrusive thought. Your heart broke for Peter and you reached out to touch his face.
“Hey.” You said softly as you tilted his chin up to look at you. He looked at you expectantly as a smile crossed your face.
“I would make a baby with you.” You stated, making Peter let out a groan.
“Stop.”
“Right now.” You continued. “On this exercise ball. Let’s make a baby.”
“Stop it.” He repeated through a laugh.
“I don’t care if your sperm is radioactive.” You shrugged. “I’ve seen your abs. I’d risk it all right now.”
“You’re ridiculous. I was being serious.” He chuckled as he wiped the tears that had slipped out.
“So am I. Let’s do it right now. I bet if we make a new baby, we’d get extra credit.”
“Oh my God.” He covered his face to hide his blush.
“Think about it. If I slap a pregnancy test down on Mrs. Gordon’s desk, - a positive test- her dry, dusty vagina would spring back to life and she’d be so grateful to us that she’d give us an A for the year.” You declared as you sat up on your knees.
“Stop. I don’t want to picture that.“ He said as his body shook with laughter.
“Imagine it. The cobwebs in her uterus would dissolve and butterflies and fucking rose petals would fly out.“ You continued. You didn’t know what you were talking about at this point, but you didn’t care. Peter was smiling again and that was all that mattered.
“Stop talking because you’re grossing me out.”
“Why? This is what we learned about all year in Sex Ed. Our bodies are changing, Pete. Our metaphorical balls are descending.”
“Mine was not metaphorical. And we did not learn about butterflies and rose petals in one’s uterus.”
“Maybe we should.” You shrugged, making Peter laugh even harder.
“What are you even saying?“ He asked through his laughter. The exercise ball he was sitting on was pressed against the bed now, putting the two of you close together once again.
“I don’t know. I have no idea what comes out of my mouth half the time.” You laughed as well as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“That makes two of us.” He laughed and leaned forward. You caught him before he could fall forward and laughed even harder.
And suddenly, you were kissing. Neither of you exactly knew who was the first to lean in. It just sort of happened. One second you were watching Peter laugh, the next you were kissing him. The baby was knocked off the bed in the midst of your kissing, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You tangled your fingers in his hair and he wrapped his arms around your body as the baby’s robotic cries sounded in the room. Peter leaned in to far and slipped off the exercise ball. He smashed face first into the bed before falling onto the floor. Peter landed directly on top of the baby and you could sound of its scale going down.
“Oh no! That’s bad right?” You gasped and put your hand over your mouth. Peter got up off the floor with the mangled baby doll in his arms.
“Oh my God! You’re bleeding!” You pointed to Peter’s face in shock. He touched his fingertips to his nose and pulled them away to see the bright red blood.
“Would you look at that.” He said calmly as he stared at the blood. The baby was screaming and his entire body hurt from the fall, but all he could think about was the kiss.
“Peter?” You asked when he never looked up from his fingers.
“It’s fine. I’m okay. I’m just gonna step out really quick.” He said with an eerily calm smile. He got up and started walking to the door as you rocked the baby.
“Wait, Peter. Don’t go.” You pleaded from the bed.
“It’s okay. I just have to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Please don’t leave.” You begged and reached your hand out to him.
“I just need to step out really quick.” Peter said as he opened the bedroom door.
“Peter!” You shouted over the baby crying.
“See you tomorrow!” He called as he left the room.
“Wait, but….” You trailed off and sighed in defeat, knowing he wasn’t coming back.
“But this is your house.” You mumbled.
The next day, you walked through the halls on the look out for Peter. You walked by Ned and Flash, who were off in their own world.
“You’re so good with him.” Flash sighed happily. “He adores you. I can tell.”
“I’ve been thinking. I think I’m ready to have another one.” Ned said as he cradled his baby in his arms.
“Really?” Flash lit up. “This is the happiest day of my life.”
You shuddered in disgust and continued to walk through the hallway until you found Peter. You gulped a little and looked down at your baby before going up to him.
“Hey.” You said, making Peter freeze.
“Hey.” He turned around and smiled weakly at you.
“So.” You clicked your tongue. “Things got pretty weird yesterday.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I’m sorry about all that. I freaked out.”
“You did? I thought you just had to step out really quick.” You replied sarcastically and balanced the baby on your hip.
“Look, I’m sorry about my reaction. I freaked out about the kiss and panicked, so I just left. I didn’t know what else to do.” Peter explained.
“Well why did you freak out? Did you not want to kiss me?” You asked quietly as you kept your eyes on the baby.
“No. I did. That was the problem. I’ve always wanted to kiss you. I just didn’t think it would ever happen. I didn’t know how you felt or what it would do to our friendship, so I panicked and ran. I’m so sorry.”
“I forgive you.” You told him, and he did a double-take.
“You do?”
“I do. I’ve decided that for the sake of our son, it’s best we stay together.” You shrugged as you looked between Peter and the baby. Peter still didn’t seem to get it, so you spelled it out for him.
“As a couple.” You added, and suddenly it all clicked. A smile broke out on Peter’s face and he eagerly nodded.
“I agree.” He said quietly as his face burned a bright red.
“All right then.” You smiled coyly at him.
“All right.” He nodded and held out his hand. You walked down the hallway together, one hand holding Peter’s hand, and one hand holding the baby.
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Goodbyes are always the hardest.
this is inspired by https://angel-spidey.tumblr.com/post/190545759108/death-by-a-thousand-cuts-pp-x-reader
warnings: conversations about alcoholism, blood, major character death. basically very dark, very heavy and the whole thing is angst
'Um, Pete? Hello?'
Your hand was shaky as you brought it up to your ear, trying to sound as calm and collected as you could.
'Y/n? What are you doing up?'
You heard shuffling across the line, like he was sitting up from lying down.
'Oh Peter, I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?'
'It's all good. Look, is everything okay? Are you in danger?'
'Y/n. I think we need to take a break.'
What? Break up? When did things get so bad so quickly?
'Baby, no. We don't need to break up. I love you, you love me, everything is okay.'
'Y/n, things haven't been okay in a long time. You are tearing yourself apart and you just expect me to watch?!'
His eyes welled up with tears as you tried to take his hand, before he took a step back and pulled away from you.
'No, no. I get it. I can get better, Pete, I swear to you. Just give me some time and I'll get better.'
'No! I'm not watching as you fall apart. Because you are dragging me down with you.'
You looked down before softening your voice and asking-
'It's because of her, isn't it? MJ.'
'No, Y/n. It's because of you.'
You sniffled a little, pushing yourself up off the floor and propping yourself against the cold brick wall.
'No, no. I'm all okay. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, it's been a while.'
'Yeah, yeah it has. Y/n, I hate to ask but, are you drunk again?'
The words stung, even though he had every right to ask.
'I'm not, Pete, I swear. Haven't been for two and a half weeks.'
'Oh, okay. That's really good, Y/n. You wanted to talk?'
'Yeah, I just um, I'm outside this shop, and it, er, reminded me of you.'
'Okay...what was the shop?'
'I'm not sure it has a name. It's just a little corner shop. But it has, um, these little spiderman pendants that I think you would like.'
'Well, make sure to bring one back for me, okay? It would be great to meet up soon.'
'Yeah, yeah. Sure thing, Peter.'
'He hasn't called me, daddy. Why won't he call me?'
Tony sighed, taking in your drunken state.
'Maybe he just needs a break, honey. I'm sure you guys can fix it when you get better.'
'But I need him! He can't give up on me, can he?'
Tony takes a step towards you, slightly cautious of the fact that you might lash out at him.
'Just give him some space, y/n. He just needs time.'
'Well I need him!'
Tears started spilling over as your eyes met your dads.
'Does he not love me anymore daddy?'
You started sobbing and threw yourself into your dad's arms. He started stroking your hair, letting you cry into his chest.
'I'm sure he does, sweetheart. I'm sure he does.'
'Hey, Peter, what are you doing right now?'
'Other than talking to you? I'm at MJ's house. We are having this movie marathon thing, but she fell asleep so we are probably going to pick it up tomorrow.'
'That sounds great. Do you like her?'
'What? No. I mean her hair is pretty and she has a really nice laugh-'
'That's wonderful, Pete. I'm really happy for you.'
You had to cut him off because you couldn't take the added pain of hearing him gush about the girl you had been insecure about for so long.
'This is a weird request, but um, could you tell me a memory? Your favourite memory.'
'Okay? Sure, but are you sure you are okay? I know we haven't really talked since...you know. But I can still come and get you if you aren't good.'
'I'm good. I'm great.'
Truthfully your abdomen was gushing with blood and the tile floor was quickly changing colour. But sitting here talking to Peter, in a dark basement, you couldn't have felt more okay. You had spent the last two and a half weeks getting sober so that you could talk to him, and even though this wasn't the preferred scenario, you were always happy on the phone to him.
'Now where is that story?'
'Okay so I think it was about two years ago...'
Peter was brushing his hand up and down your arm while telling you all about his mission he'd been on that night. You suddenly turned around in his arms and put your chin on his chest. He brought his eyes down from your ceiling to yours. He just stopped talking and stared.
'What?'
You smirked, giving him a little nudge.
'Do you know what I just realised?'
'Of course I don't know dummy, that's why I'm asking you.'
'I love you.'
Your eyes widen in shock. You did not expect him to say that.
'Say that again.'
'I love you. I love you I love you I love you.'
You bit the inside of your cheek, smiling at him as he looked down at you.
'You know what, funnily enough I love you too.'
'That was such a good day. Quite honestly one of the only full good days I can remember...'
'With me?'
'No, no.'
You could practically hear the guilt brimming as he shuffled around, trying to find a comfortable spot to have this conversation.
'Y/n?'
'Yeah?'
'You really are okay, aren't you?
'Yes, Pete. I'm okay.'
It was almost comedic. You were sitting here on this tile floor of a Hydra base somewhere, bleeding out, trying to convince your ex-boyfriend you were walking down a street somewhere. You would tell him, you really would have done. But in this exact moment, all you wanted to do was have a normal conversation with him. As normal as you guys could get anyway.
'Is Tony there with you?'
He sounded cautious, like he was stepping on cracked ice.
'No, he's at home. You know dad, always the workaholic.'
'You guys are okay too?'
'Yeah, he um, he's been helping me get sober these last few weeks. He's been really patient with me.'
'Y/n, if you really want to show that boy that you care about him, you gotta get clean.'
'Dad, alcohol is all I have. Don't you understand? I don't like sober me!'
'Well, everyone else doesn't like drunk you! You can get help, y/n. I can help you.'
'Why don't you just let me drown myself in the alcohol until I die? Then I would be off both yours and Peter's plates.'
'Because I love you! You're my kid! I'm not watching you slowly kill yourself! So this week I am going to hide all the alcohol in the tower, and everyone is going to help you do this. Nat, Steve, Clint, everyone. Because you aren't y/n anymore. And I want her back.'
'I'm so sorry daddy. But I don't think I can do this. This is who I am now.'
'I know it feels that way, sweetheart. But I promise I will help you. It will get better.'
'I'm sorry I wasn't more patient with you when we were together.'
'No, Peter, don't do that. That's not why I called you. And anyway, it wasn't your responsibility to be patient with me. I was off the rails and you had every right to leave. And for that I have a lifetime's worth of sorrys.'
You took in a sharp inhale, and you knew your end was coming. You had to talk fast otherwise you'd die and he wouldn't hear everything you wanted to tell him.
'Look, Pete, can you take care of dad for me?'
'What? You can do that yourself?'
'Peter Parker, promise me you will look after him. And yourself.'
'I promise? Is Mr. Stark okay? Y/n what's going on?'
'He's okay, Pete. He's okay. I just have a feeling he's not going to be soon.'
'Okay? I'm honestly so confused right now, Y/n. If you just tell me what's going on, maybe I can help you, I can-'
'Peter. I need you to stop rambling because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Harder than the drinking, harder than anything I've ever gone through. But I have to do it, you get me?'
It was getting hard to breathe, and your breaths were becoming quiet hiccups. Memories were starting to flash in front of your eyes, and everything around you was slowly losing colour.
'You said everything was okay? Was it me, did, did I say something?'
'No, Peter. You have never done anything wrong, you hear me? I just, I need...'
'Y/n, what is going on? Do I need to call your dad?'
'It's okay, Pete. I'm going to be okay real soon, okay? I just need to let you know that I love you.'
He stayed silent on the other line, stuttering a little bit, trying to find a good answer. Your body slumped in disappointment, and pain.
'I don't know what to say.'
'That's fine.' You say softly. 'I'm just telling you now, I love you Peter Parker.'
'Okay.'
You turned around to cough, before feeling liquid leave your lips. You let out a moan, praying to anyone for the fear to go away. You didn't want to be scared. But fear is a human emotion, and you were, after all, only human.
'Bye, Pete.'
You let the phone slip out of your fingers, and clatter onto the ground. You could hear him still talking but it was so muffled that you couldn't make out any words.
Soon your father would come crashing through the doors of the Hydra base, to find he was minutes too late. He would have to pick up your phone off the floor and tell Peter with tears streaming down his face why you had stopped responding to him.
You didn't know that he would have said I love you back if he knew you were dying alone in a basement. You didn't know he would go on to collect little spiderman pendants to remind him of you wherever he went. You didn't know that no one truly ever got over losing you.
i will do a part 2 but here is this crap till then. love you guys x
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Take Me Away {Peter Parker;TW!}
TRIGGER WARNING! SEXUAL ASSAULT
word count: 2431
request by: anon
WARNING: Might be triggering to some people! Please do not read if this may harm you. No fic is worth your safety.
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Sweet Escape
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: After Peter rescues you from the Red Room, you try to adjust to a normal life as an ex-widow. Luckily, you have Peter and Natasha to help you
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“You know the mission, yes?” Yelena asked as she zipped up her vest.
“Yes.” Peter nodded. “Find the widows and give them the magic cheeto dust that breaks them out of their trance.”
“Why is he here again? He seems dumb and useless, no?” Yelena asked her sister.
“I can hear you, but…” Peter trailed off and shrugged.
“He’s here because we needed an extra set of hands set of hands.” Natasha explained. “And he’s the only one small enough to fit in the helicopter.”
“Again, I can totally hear you guys.” Peter chimed in.
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The smut was so goodd😭😭😭 I need a part 2 please!! Cause not many ppl write smut from Peter pov and now that I found this I’m obsessed. I can completely imagine his brain rambling during it cause he’s so overstimulated 🤤🤤🤤🥴🤤🥴🤤🥴🤤🤤🥴🥴🥴🥴
Patient Parker
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: smut, roleplay, praising, a little degradation, teasing, swearing, etc
Summary: You and Peter decide to try roleplaying in bed tonight.
Note: Peter Parker x Stark Reader.
This story is written from Peter's point of view. All characters in this story are 18+.
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The smell of McDonald’s filled the air as me and Y/N were sitting at the dining table eating together.
“Could you pass me the ketchup princess?” I asked, pointing to the ketchup bottle across the table.
Y/N hummed as she grabbed the bottle and handed it to me.
“Baby.” Y/N praised.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve... I’ve been thinking... about... something.”
“About what?” I questioned.
“Okay so I saw this pretty nurse outfit on Instagram, and I thought it was cute you know, so I bought it and it came in yesterday and I tried it on, and I looked so sexy like always, BUT... I got the idea to like... role play with you... but in bed.” Y/N suggested.
“Roleplay? Like... acting?”
“Yeah... I like... wear my outfit and look like a sexy nurse and you would just like wear your underwear I guess, and I would lay you down on my bed and I would assist you... like a real nurse would... you know?” She explained seductively.
I gazed at her, my imagination toying my mind. We’ve never roleplayed before, so this should be interesting.
“So... I would be your sick and helpless patient and you would help me?” I asked her as I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it.
“Mhm... and I would take such good care of you.” Y/N chimed as she spoke softly.
“I would like that.” I expressed.
She smiled.
“Good because I want to do it tonight. My parents aren’t coming home until late, and they let Wanda and Vis take care of Morgan, so we’re free and able to fuck like there’s no tomorrow.” Y/N voiced with a devilish grin.
My lips perked.
“You wanna go now?” I asked her.
“Let me finish my food.” She said before she started eating her fries.
I held my hand on her thigh and continued to rub it. Moving my hand up and down, teasing her. I knew she was soaking in her panties. She acted like it didn’t affect her, but her heart was beating rapidly, and I could tell my touch was turning her on.
I could just imagine how sexy she’d look on top of me, riding me harshly until her little nurse hat falls off her head. Until she’s a dripping mess as I’m inside her. My cock twitched at the thought. Lust filled my eyes as I watched her finish her food.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what baby?”
“Like that! You’re making me nervous.”
“How? Is it because you’re soaking the seat right now?” I asked, a mischievous smirk on my face as I moved my hand further up her thigh.
She glared at me while slowly eating her food, unable to answer.
It’s amusing how she brings up the idea to fuck, but when the time comes, she’s all nervous. It just made it even more fun to watch her close her legs tightly as she squirms in her seat while I touch her.
After we were both done with our food, we went upstairs to prepare for our special night.
“Get down in your underwear. Imma go change.” Y/N insisted as she grabbed her outfit and went to go change in her bathroom.
I hummed a yes and started to undress.
When I was in my boxers, I laid down in her bed waiting for her. I even put on sex music so we could be in the mood.
The music was playing on low as I waited for Y/N. I imagined how sexy she would look and how dominant she was going to be tonight. A bulge started to grow in my boxers and all I wanted to do was rub my cock, but I knew Y/N would be mad since that’s her job as my special nurse.
Suddenly, the door opened as she stood in the doorway.
My breath hitched slightly as I saw her magnificent body.
She wore a white dress with Red Crosses on it. The symbol representing a nurse. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with red ripples on top. Her breasts practically spilled out. It was so short that if she bent down, you would see her voluptuous, juicy ass. She paired it with white fishnets, red high heels, and a cute white hat with a Red Cross on it. And to top it off, she wore red lipstick.
I was ready to rip off everything and fuck her mercilessly.
“Oh. My. Gosh.” I managed to say as she walked out.
“You like it?” She asked me.
“Baby come over here right now and fuck me.” I commanded.
She giggled.
“Now, I’m the doctor here! And I’m supposed to help you, aren’t I?” She said seductively as she walked forward and looked over me.
I gulped.
“Yes ma’am.”
She smiled. She was enjoying this.
“Well, good evening! My name is Doctor Stark and I’m going to be your doctor for today.” Y/N spoke as she introduced herself.
“Hi, doctor.” I said with a charming smile.
“So, what seems to be the problem here today Mr... what’s your name again?”
I chuckled.
“Parker.” I replied.
“Right, Mr. Parker. What brings you into the hospital today?” She asked me, playing her role as a helpful nurse.
“Well...” I said before is started laughing.
She laughed with me.
“STAY IN CHARACTER!” She yelled suddenly.
“I um... I can’t- my um... my private area doesn’t work anymore.” I managed to say.
Y/N put her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold in her laugh.
“Your private area? What happened?” She asked me, going back to character.
“I can’t... I’m having problems ejaculating.”
She nodded her head as she tried to hold in her impending laugh.
“Hmm, you have problems ejaculating. When did this start?” She asked me.
“Ever since the year of 2012.” I shared.
Y/N turned around and I heard her giggle. I couldn’t help but giggle as well.
She suddenly turned back around with a straight face.
“Since 2012? It’s been a few years huh?” She questioned me.
“Yeah. I haven’t been able to... find a pretty woman- or nurse... like you to um... help me.” I explained.
“Can you get hard?”
“Sometimes. On my good days, I can get real... hard.” I teased.
“Hm, so when you jerk off, nothing comes out? Or how does it work.” She wondered.
“Yeah, well- I can jerk off sometimes, but then it’s just nothing coming out! It’s... it’s embarrassing.” I confessed.
“It is. Have you ever had a woman’s touch before? It’s a great remedy for these types of... situations.” Y/N asked as she began to rub my cock through my boxers.
“I um... I haven’t. It’s hard to find someone like you to touch me.” I reviled.
“Mhm... so tell me Mr. Parker, does this help? Does it feel good?” She asked me as she squeezed my cock.
“Yes, doctor. So- so good.” I consoled as my cock grew harder in her hand.
“Well, Mr. Parker, it looks like you’re getting hard.”
“Yeah... maybe if you... took off my underwear then we would see some more... details.”
My cock was twitching. I needed more.
“Yeah... good thinking Mr. Parker.” Y/N praised as she took off my underwear to reveal my rock-hard cock.
She gasped.
“Oh! Mr. Parker! You are... really... really... big.” She said seductively while she rubbed my thick cock.
Precum was already covering the tip.
“Oh- oh doctor... it feels so good. Don’t stop.” I groaned as my head hit the pillow.
“I’ll take such good care of you baby, don’t worry.” Y/N assured me as she stroked me, using my precum as lube.
My head instantly raised as I felt spit hit the tip. She smirked, rubbing the makeshift lube up and down.
I was amazed at the sight as I gripped the sheets.
“So, Mr. Parker, how long does it take for you to cum?” She asked me while staring into my eyes, rubbing her thumb over my slit.
“With how your- you’re going? Soon.” I stuttered.
I could feel my brain start to become all mushy. All I could focus on was the way her delicate fingers wrapped perfectly around me.
I started mumbling, whimpering at her touch. Incoherent sounds escaping my mouth as my hips bucked, legs shaking as I could feel the buildup start to form within me.
“What is it, Hun? Use your words.”
“I- I'm- oh fuck, I’m gonna- I- OH! Doc I’m gonna cum!” I managed to blurt out, my voice pitched as I was stuttering, forgetting how to speak.
She giggled, mischief in her tone as she stopped touching me.
I gasped.
“Doctor!?” I complained, missing her touch.
“Mr. Parker, here at Stark Hospital, we use different... mechanisms and techniques to help our patients. With you, we need to be more precise with how we should treat your urgent care.” Y/N explained as she took off her heels and her hat.
“And... what t-techniques would that be?”
She smiled as she got on top and straddled me.
My cock was in front of her, and she started stroking it again.
“Something like... this.” She said seductively as she played with my sensitive cock.
My hands gripped the sheets below me. I was getting fed up with her teasing.
Y/N then got on all fours and stood over me, subconsciously aligning herself with my cock.
Her juicy breasts in my face.
My breath was heavy, teeth grinding as I gazed up at her, having the rough need to have her inside me.
“I’m sorry doctor.” I apologized before I grabbed her ass and held onto her fishnets, tearing them off her legs with full force.
She gasped. I tore the majority of it off and pulled them down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear as well.
Then, I slammed my cock inside her tight, wet pussy.
“MR PARK- OH! OH MY GOD!” Y/N moaned as I impaled myself inside her.
I moved the lower half of my body roughly, fucking her at a vicious pace as I held her in position so her tight pussy could swallow my cock.
Her moans filled the room. Her eyes rolling back as I continually hit her sweet spot.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She yelled each time I thrust into her, the grips of her hands leaving crescent shapes on my shoulders.
“That’s right pretty girl, take my cock.” I praised her.
“AH! Baby! Baby! Oh my god!” she moaned. Tears started to form in her beautiful eyes.
Reaching a hand down, I rubbed aggressive circles around her swollen clit, watching as she crumbled on top of me.
“You love it when I fuck you, right? You love my cock fucking this pretty pussy of mine?”
“Yes! Yes, Peter! Oh- I love it! I- I fucking love it!” She screamed.
I grinned.
“Looks like I’m the one taking care of you, doctor.” I soothed.
She glared at me.
“Don’t I feel good? Don’t I feel so good inside- inside you baby?” She asked me while stuttering.
“So good. Feel so good around me. My pretty slut.” I professed before I caught a kiss on her lips. Our kiss was messy and passionate, lips smacking and teeth clashing.
Soon, I wanted to change positions.
I stopped fucking her and took a moment to breathe. I was still inside her as I stared into her. Shaking and whimpering on top of me, looking like a babbling mess.
“Take off your dress. Let me see those pretty tits of yours.” I demanded with a pretty grin on my lips, happy knowing her current state is in shambles because of me.
Fingers shaking as she quickly took off her dress. I watched her as she undressed in front of me, her beautiful breasts dropping down below me.
“Oh baby, you are so beautiful, you know that?” I praised her as I grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples as I held them.
“Y-your beautiful too.” She muttered, shaking as I rubbed her hard bud with my fingers.
“Not as beautiful as you. Get on your back.”
Y/N was quick to obey me. Slowly getting off my cock and then lying next to me, on her back.
I moved around and got on top of her, removing the remaining fishnets left on her legs. Then, aligning myself with her entrance as her legs were already open for me, her slick folds making my mouth water.
My lips perked as I gazed at this beautiful sight.
I’m a lucky man.
I then grabbed my cock, her wetness already having it shining in the light.
I played with her soaked pussy, rubbing the tip over her throbbing clit. She whimpered as I teased her already penetrated hole.
“How bad do you want me inside you? You look like your ‘bout to cry… you need me that bad princess?” I teased while I played with her slick folds, my tip covered in her sweet nectar.
“So bad Peter. I need you. You see how wet I am. Fuck me however you want. Please.”
Seeing her like this made my fucking night. The way how she was mine and nobody else’s. The way how she would do anything for me. The way how she was dripping for me. God, I love her. I can’t ever get enough of Y/N.
“I can fuck you however I want?”
“However, you want. I’m yours.” She reassured.
“Your gonna regret it.” I warned her.
“No. Not with you. For you, I won’t regret anything.”
My face lit up with a smile as I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips crashing, tongues dancing.
Her words put me in a soft state, my heart fluttering as I decided I wanted to make love to her.
I slowly pushed myself in her. Moving my hips with a decent motion, slowly and steadily thrusting into her.
Her moans sounded like the angels above. I leaned above her and stared into her glossy eyes. Her hands tugged into my hair, pulling it with sweet pleasure.
I slowly hit her sweet spot as I made love to her.
“I love you Y/N.” I confessed.
“I love you. I love you peter.”
I slowly kissed her. Making our kiss worthwhile. The kiss was nice and soft, making me want to never stop.
She was shaking, I knew she was almost at her end, so I didn’t keep her waiting as I buried myself deep inside her. My hand was gripping her leg, giving me room to move freely. My trusts beginning to become sloppy each minute.
She moaned, her hands gripping my back. Her lips pressed against my shoulder blade.
“I’m... I’m close.” She warned.
“I know. I know.” I said hastily.
I moved at a steady pace, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the way she wrapped around me effortlessly.
It was loving.
She then moved her hips against my pelvis. I noticed her need, so sped my thrusts, making sure to hit her clit. The steady slaps and rubs against her swollen bud sent her over the edge.
“Petey! Pete! Oh, my fuck- Peter!” Y/N yelled as she shut her eyes, moaning all my nicknames at once.
Soon, I felt her walls tighten. She pressed her face into my neck, signaling she was about to burst.
“Let go, baby.” I soothed.
I was near my end as well.
Her fingernails clawed at my back as her hips bucked, walls closing around my throbbing cock.
Soon, with each lustful thrust I made inside Y/N, we both came.
My warm cum shooting up inside her, filling and coated her aching insides. My toes curling as I saw stars above me. At the same time, her cum covered my cock as Y/N’s orgasm washed over her.
Moans both escaping our mouths.
I made sure she was finished before I pulled out, collapsing next to her.
We both laid down on her soft pillows as Y/N laid on my chest.
She was exhausted, hearing her heart thumping within her.
“I think I’m healed now, doctor.” I emphasized sarcastically.
She giggled.
“I know how to do my job.”
“Most definitely.” I spoke with a grin.
“...Thank you for everything you do for me. I appreciate it.” Y/N suddenly professed.
“Of course. I’ll do it every day, for you.”
Her soft orbs gazing into me.
“I love you.” She spoke
“I love you.”
She then closed her eyes.
“Sleep baby, you deserve it.” I told her as I played with her hair.
“Goodnight.” She whispered.
“Goodnight, my baby.”
Soon we drifted off to sleep. I felt safe as she laid on my chest. There was nowhere else I wanted to be other than here.
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Accent |Peter Parker X Odinson!Reader| HC
Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) X Odinson!Reader
Summary: Peter meets Thor's daughter for the first time.
Warnings: Protective dad Thor lol. Peter is like 20 in this and the time line doesn't fully match up so don't look into it.
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Despite how often Thor talks about his father and brother, he didn't mention he had a kid until way after he had met the other Avengers.
Not that he was ashamed of you or anything, he had just forgotten to establish who you you're and as time went on he just assumed everyone knew.
He had been spending quite a bit of time at the Stark tower lately and it had come up in casual conversation.
The first memorable instance was with Tony while he was ranting about the stupid shit Peter did.
"Peter just pisses me off in general. Last week I caught him fucking around with his suit again trying to disable the child block I put on it."
"Ah, yes. Teenagers are a handful aren't they? Loki and Y/N are always doing their best to play pranks on me."
Tony thought about questioning who exactly this Y/N person was, but honestly Thor knew hundreds of thousands of people and he couldn't be bothered to learn bout all of them.
So he bit his tongue and pressed on.
Next was with Bruce in his lab.
He was curious on the inner workings of Mjolnir since it was more so magic based than science.
"I'll have to consult Y/N next time in Asgard. She's more knowledgeable on the hammer than I am."
Banner was going to ask who he was referring to, given that somehow another person besides the wielder could possibly know more than Thor himself, but the man left before he could even open his mouth to ask.
So he just assumed whoever he was talking about was some sort of historian and pressed on.
The most recent instance was when he was having a personal conversation with captain Rogers about past love; something neither of them discussed lightly.
"Do you ever regret the past? If you could go back would you change it?" He had asked Thor.
He thought for a moment- not because he didn't know the answer, but because he was unsure of how to phrase it.
Your mother had died shortly after your birth due to complications. It was a high risk pregnancy overall and if it had been terminated, she surely would have lived.
"Gaining the life of someone you've lost means losing the life of another, and I couldn't imagine my life without Y/N."
His answer was clear all except for who he was referring to, but Steve deemed it best not to ask.
Tender moments of weakness was not the time to question it.
It wasn't until Tony and Thor were having yet another conversation in the kitchen one night that you had been brought up again.
It was a simple discussion of tasks they needed to handle, and Thor had mentioned you requesting to see him again soon.
"So who exactly is Y/N? You've brought her up few times but no one knows who you're talking about."
He raised an eyebrow at the science man folded his arms.
"She's my daughter, of course. I thought you knew."
Suddenly their one on one became a group conversation and they were swarmed by the others.
They asked so many questions so fast that Thor couldn't keep up. He settled with just shutting them up.
"Alright, alright, I shall summon her in the morning so you all can make her acquaintance. She's been curious of Midgard, so she should be willing to come."
He did as promised and sent a message through the bifrost asking you to meet in the morning.
You happily agreed, eager to actually meet the people your father speaks of so often instead of just relying on his half assed stories.
By the time morning came around, Thor stood expectantly near the landing pad near Tony's office.
You beamed in, your metal armor and sword coming quickly into view.
He met you with a big hug and insisted you change into some more earth appropriate attire before meeting the others.
He gave you a pair of jean shorts and a white t shirt, nothing too fancy, just casual summer wear.
Once you were ready, he took you to where the others were gathered in the common area.
You scanned the people in the room quickly until your gaze ultimately landed on a boy around your age with curly brown hair and brown eyes.
You sent him a brief wink and smiled when his face started to turn red.
Your thoughts git disrupted when you felt your father's large hands land on your shoulders.
"Eveyone, this is my daughter, Y/N."
To say they swarmed you was an understatement. It seemed as if no one had any concept of personal space and they were willing to poke and prod at you in a heart beat.
They bombarded you with questions about Asgard and Loki and how Thor was as a dad.
Eventually they all fell into their own conversations, so you made your way over to the boy on the couch.
You sat next to him, legs crossed and facing his body.
"How is it you aren't as interested in me as everyone else, hm?"
He was caught off guard by your thick, pretty Asgardian accent.
He should've expected it considering how Thor spoke, but it was much different coming from your mouth.
"What? No! I mean- yes! I am plenty interested... I just thought you'd like some space..."
He was obviously nervous, but you found it cute.
You laughed and pushed his shoulder.
"Relax, Peter, I'm simply trying to be light. There is no need to be anxious around me."
"You know my name?"
"For the longest I thought your name was Spider... but Natasha informed me that you are just a spider man and your name is Peter."
That seemed about right, honestly. Thor had a knack for assigning nick names and never bothering to learn anything else.
"My apologies for my father, he is a bit... dated... when it comes to new age things."
Peter shook his hands in front of his face aggressively, no thanking you to think that he's at all offended by what the man had to say.
"Oh, no, it's perfectly alright! I know that Mr. Thor means no harm!"
You giggled at his demeanor.
It seems that he's a bit of a people pleaser and would be mortified to accidentally disrespect someone.
"Anyways, Peter, I heard you are a man of science? What is it exactly that you do."
And from there the conversation took off.
Peter moved to sit mirrored in front of you, immediately talking about his work with Tony and how much he loves gadgets.
He explained things like proton theories and how he tinkers with anything he can get his hands on.
Of course you knew a lot about not just Asgardian and Earthen studies, but gained knowledge from many of the nine realms.
You eagerly discussed what you knew with him and found that despite his child like personality, he was incredibly smart.
Your new found friendship caught the attention of both dads (Tony and Thor obviously).
"It appears yours has become quite close with my daughter... must I worry?"
"About Peter? Absolutely not. He may be able to legally drink in a few months but I'm still not convinced he even knows what a girl is."
"Excellent. I thought I might have to destroy him for a second."
Thor laughed, making it seem like a joke, but he knew it wasn't.
He'd have to warn Peter later about boundaries.
From that day on, you and Peter were pretty much inseparable.
He introduced you to his favorite movies and music, while you taught him about the wonders of space and Asgard.
Of course this was all on the DL around Thor.
You decided it was best to not show the extent of your relationship with Peter until much later down the road (aka until you couldn't hide it anymore).
You often snuck into his room at night and sometimes even brought him to Asgard for some privacy.
You two were the best of friends up until you were suddenly lovers, sharing kisses and hugs and holding hands when you could.
He understood why you decided to hide him from your dad.
It wasn't about Peter himself, just that Thor was super intense and violent and it was best for his safety.
Over all, you and Peter were inseparable.
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Hi!!! i hope am not late for ur event, now i have to ideas and u can choose which ever u like more
idea 1- Character: Tony Stark
scenario: ur his daughter but he never treated u like one, always neglecting u and never once shown u love. and when peter comes along everything got force to u cuz he treated him like how u wished he did u. Now tony regrets it since ur death and he realized he doesn't have any memories w u. (the reader been with him since she was born also can u do her cause of death by hydra?)
idea 2- Character: Spencer Reid
“When I said I love you, why didn’t you say it back?"
“What are you trying to say? You don’t love me?”
“Don’t you get it? I never loved you”
“What does he/she have that I don’t?!”
“Was I just a game to you?”
“I don’t even recognize you anymore”
“Get out! Just get out and leave me alone!”
these r from my prompt list, if u cant already tell I crave angst, Also! u can completely ignore this if u dont like the ideas
Peter wished he hadn't followed Tony.
He was currently hiding behind a tree in the graveyard, wondering why in the world he was spying upon such a private moment. Tony disappearing off on Saturdays was always a mystery among the avengers, but now Peter wished he let it be.
Apparently, he was visiting his daughter, the one he lost.
Peter has only talked with you a fair few times, and none of the encounters were memorable, maybe because you always sounded so sour with him. At first, he hadn't understood why, then realized Tony was spending more time with him than you. By then, it was too late, you had sacrificed yourself to HYDRA, all the while Tony didn't even notice you leaving the house.
He shouldn't have made that happen. He shouldn't have made his daughter feel as if she had to prove herself for her father to love her. Now he was apologizing to a headstone, knowing it wasn't going to fix his mistakes. He could protect the whole fucking universe, but failed when it came to you.
He wasn't an idiot. He could feel Peter hiding, and as soon as the youngest avenger walked away, Tony broke down to tears, remorse settling in like bitter medication.
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[NIGHT SHIFT] masterlist;
pairing; Dark!Andy Barber x black!reader
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
warnings; non-con, dub-con, Defending Jacob spoilers, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, panic/anxiety attack
status; in progress
summary; You work overnight at a diner. You thought you were used to the creeps that come in, but boy, were your wrong. A chance run in with the town’s most notorious family man turns into a twisted, dark romance with redemption for your soul – and his.
last updated; july 19th, 2020
parts;
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What Did He Do?
Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader
Summary: Tom finds out one of his men did something to you
Warnings: Sexual themes and violence
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“I don’t give a fuck about what he wants Haz, tell him if he wants our help he follows our rules.” Tom said to Harrison over the phone, while he shuffled through some papers on his desk. “Good, then-” Tom was cut off by three knocks at his door. “I gotta go Haz, we’ll talk more about this later.” He said before hanging up. Tom was still looking down at his papers when he told whoever was at the door to come in.
The door opened and one of his men walked in. “I got those files you needed from your house.”
Tom silently stuck his hand out and the man placed the papers in his hand. Tom glanced up and stopped short. “What the fuck happened to your face?” Tom was referring to the large bruise that was forming around the man’s eye.
“One of those sluts you bring to your house did it.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “One of those sluts?” He reapeated. The funny thing was he stopped bringing random women home last year after he met you. “And it wasn’t one of the maids?”
“No. She was definitely some girl you had to have picked up. She was wearing one of your shirts.”
Tom’s jaw clenched. “And why did she do that to you?”
The man scoffed, “I may have tried something on her. I figured you wouldn’t mind since you throw out every girl your done with right after. And she was practically asking for it, walking around in the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen.”
Rage flashed behind Tom’s eyes, knowing that one of his men touched you and spoke so lowly about you. He stood and walked around his desk, closing and locking the door. “Jack, please take a seat.”
He looked at Tom strangely, before sitting down. Tom walked back around his desk and sat down in his own seat. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed your number. It rang a few times before you picked up, he put it on speakerphone.
“Hi, Tommy." You greeted.
"Hi, princess. One of my men was around the house earlier today.”
The man’s eyes widened putting two and two together.
“Oh yeah, him.” You muttered.
“Yeah, I was wondering if you could clear a few details up about what happened this morning.”
“Uh- sure. I went downstairs to grab breakfast when I saw him. I said hi to be polite and then I went to the kitchen. I didn’t notice that he followed me and when I bent over to find something in one of the cabinets, he grabbed my hips and then he pressed himself against me."
Tom’s fist was clenched as he stared at the man in front of him, who trembled in fear.
"So, I stood up and tried to pull away from him but his grip was really tight. He pulled my head back by my hair and said some gross things in my ear.”
“What did he say to you?” Tom asked, anger clear in his voice.
“I… I don’t wanna say.”
“Princess, please tell me what he said to you.”
You sighed, “He..He said that he could fuck me better than you could and that I’d look beautiful writhing and begging for him.”
“And then what?” It was clear to both you and the man sitting in front of Tom exactly how livid he was.
“And then he bit my neck, he uh…" You stopped knowing Tom wouldn’t like this next part.
"What did he do?”
“He left a bite mark, and… there are also bruises on my hips from his grip.”
“He left marks on you?” Tom asked slowly, trying to register the fact that another man that wasn’t him left marks on you.
“Y-yeah…”
“What happened next?”
"I reached for the first thing I saw and hit him with a frying pan. He let go and I ran upstairs, the maids got him to leave.“
"Why didn’t you call me?” He asked angrily.
“…Y-you’re really busy and I didn’t want to distract you." You said quietly.
Tom softened his tone. "Don’t worry about distracting me, darling. If anything like this ever happens again I want you to tell me.”
“O-okay, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, love. Now, I’m going to leave early.” Tom glared at the man in front of him. “Right after I take care of some business.”
“Okay, I love you Tommy.”
“I love you too, princess.” He said, and hung up.
Tom stood up, his silence frightening the man more. “S-sir, I swear I didn’t kno-”
Tom put his hand up, silencing him. “I don’t want your excuses.” He walked closer to him and leaned in. “By the time I’m through with you, you’ll wish you were dead.” Tom reached for a knife on his side. "Maybe it’ll teach you not to touch what’s mine again.“ He hissed before the man’s screams filled the room.
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mob!tom x stripper!reader
warnings: stripper!reader(ig that’s one?), curse words, sex, sugar daddy! tom (not really)
okay this just came up in my mind, mob!tom and stripper!reader-
i think he’ll end up at the club because some one did a big fuck up and didn’t pay him on time or even didn’t follow his specific orders, making him lose a lot of money.
he usually doesn’t like to leave his mansion because c'mon its the man place of work and he’s got a lot of people trying to kill him ofc.
so he’s most likely seated three chairs away from the stage where the girls perform.
he isn’t really paying much attention to the girls on stage at that time and his full attention is on his phone and a glass of brandy in his hand.
but then
he hears the next performer name ‘𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮’ and man the crowd of old married men and college dudes begin to whistle and holler.
tom pupils were blown wide seeing you stepping out, the lingerie set you wore was pink with little specks of glittery sprinkles adorning the thin piece of fabric, it hugged your figure gorgeously the transparent part of your boob making the mob boss get hard right there.
you gripped the pole swaying your hips to the music wrapping your leg around the pole making eye contact with your wild crowd.
you internally groaned seeing the men but still kept your alluring smile on your glossed lips as you began to circle the pole, hoisting yourself up and doing your captivating tricks.
you came back down, strutting towards the people who had bills in their hands, you danced for them turning around shaking you ass and sliding your hands down your moving body as you collected your money.
tom was entranced with you the minute you came out, so wrapped up in his own world he didn’t see when you came off stage and began giving lap dances to the needy men.
you saw the mob boss, your eyes were set on him the minute you began grinding your ass on the random guys lap and got a peak of his full suited body.
you slowly got up as the guy slipped a 50 in your set and made your way to the mob boss.
tom just smirked as he shifted making a space, you grinned and took a seat on his lap and began swirling your hips on his private, your hands exploring his chest as you whispered sweet things in his ear like you did to every guy.
tom let out a grunt and placed his hand on your waist only to have you shove his hand away saying 'you have to pay to touch me loverboy’.
and the man didn’t hesitate, he took out 200 from his wallet and tucked it between your breasts, and well he replaced his hands on your waist but this time without you denying him.
'so doll how about i pay to see you privately’ he asked his hands guiding you, assisting you with your public grinding as you nibbled on his earlobe.
you smiled widely shaking your head and said a simple 'i will like that’
it was not long after that you and tom were in a private room practically prancing each other and clashing your lips together groaning as he pushed you on the fluffy couch making you bounce.
his cock was buried deep inside of you as your manicured nails scraped his back begging him to reach to the your end, his thrust rough and steady determined to bring you to your end.
you both fucked, your lingerie piece ripped to bitty pieces and your perfectly done makeup messed on your face.
tom and you got up grinning at each other from the previous activities you both did.
the mob boss gave you his surely expensive coat to drape over yourself as he destroyed your poor excuse of clothing.
'doll, this isn’t a one time thing’ he spoke
you smiled relieved that it wasn’t
'but i want you out of this job’
your smile faltered at his words, this was your only job and so far it was paying your bills just fine. 'tom i can’t quit the money-’
tom raised your chin cutting you off, gazing into your eyes that were so enticing, the ones that got him wrapped around his finger in less than an hour.
’ darling i’ll do that, i’ll give you money just say you’ll quit’ his eyes had a look of hope in it.
you pulled the coat over your body feeling the material gliding down as it was too big for your small frame. you nodded your head, tears forming in your eyes because no one has ever offered you something like this before. ‘ yes tom i will’
tom smile grew twice at the sound of your voice and answer, immediately pressing his lips to yours, this wasn’t like the one earlier it was more passionate .
you both walked out the flashing club towards his car, he opened your door and ran to the other side to his grinning like a kid.
‘so your like my sugar daddy now’ you smirked
‘guess i am doll’ he cockily replied pecking you and driving out with accelerating speed.
soo sugardaddymob!tom huh…
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