Welcome to the West Wing of the BackToTheFanfiction Library. Here you can find the complete collection of stories written for characters played by Andrew Garfield. Here you will find Peter Parker variants a plenty and a few other characters too.
The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Mob!Peter AU (18+ ONLY)
COMPLETE
Peter Parker’s wife left him 3 years ago. Suddenly she’s back and she’s brought some news that is about to change everything, unfortunately that news comes with it’s own set of complications and he’s out for blood.
OPEN BOOK
Turn Around
His Favourite Place Your Favourite Place
Can't Swing Home From Amsterdam
A Matter of Life and Death
Last Kiss
Peter Parker x Nurse Reader
Circus!Peter x Reader
I Got You
It's Always Been You
Wake Up
The Dishwasher
Done
Perspective
Oh Honey (Peter cheers you up)
In Your Boss's Office (**)
Tease (**)
Crushed Make Me Forget (**)
Harry’s Girl (**)
A Christmas Blessing: The Gift of Moving On (frat!Peter)
The Bet & The Costume (frat!Peter) (**)
Super Dad (dad!Peter)
It's A Right of Passage (dad!Peter)
Mayday in the Playroom (dad!Peter/Spiderverse Au)
20 Minutes (dad!Peter)
Shhh (dad!Peter) (**)
Spiders & Lace (1920s Mob!Peter Au) (**)
Bitten (SpiderVerse Au)
One Last Date For Christmas (18+ Only)
ONGOING
What happens when the annual holiday hookup becomes a holidate situation.
One
A Collection of Professor!Peter Parker Stories (18+ Only)
ONGOING
What happens when you turn up to your first day of college classes and your new physics Professor is the same guy who rocked your world the night before?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5 Part 3
Cherry Bomb (18+ Only)
ON HIATUS
A group of 20 something year old young heroes just trying to live in the city that never sleeps.
OPEN BOOK
The Secrets We Keep
ONGOING
After the Lafferty Case Jeb is still struggling with his shaken faith. When he takes a new job in the next state over to escape all the horrors of his hometown, he runs into a familiar face from his past, will old comforts help him to heal or will all the secrets from their adult lives ruin everything.
summary: everyone has stupid arguments, but it's hard to stay mad at peter parker
warnings: language, mild angst. this is honestly just a catharsis for the stress of being in ur 20s.
this is based on the song therapy from tick, tick...boom! which stars the wonderful beautiful talented andrew garfield, hence, this is for his peter parker. spoiler free, of course. enjoy
- jazz xx
New York was a tiring place. No matter where you went or how fast you walked, you couldn't escape the people. They were everywhere; on the streets, in the bank, blocking the aisles of every goddamn shop and oozing out the subway. Nobody moved to the city with the intention of it being an open and peaceful space but man. After a long day of work at a diner - filled with spilled coffee, angry customers and the clogged-up air of heat fryers and grills - the last thing you wanted was to deal with that. With people. So many fucking people.
Even the hallways of your apartment building were filled with them. Your elderly neighbour was dragging her five dogs out for a walk (it explained the smell in the hall, at least) and there was a group of teenagers smoking something much stronger than tobacco in the stair-well. Your grocery bag ripping a few feet from your front door was the final straw.
"Peter!" you let out an exasperated sigh as you kicked open the door. "Did you not hear me calling from the hall?"
"Huh?"
Your boyfriend stuck his head up from the sofa, soft tufts of hair sticking up in a million directions and brown eyes tired with sleep. You'd clearly ruined his nap - not that you had much sympathy for him. More like jealousy.
"My bag..." you trailed off, deciding it wasn't worth it. "Don't worry. Can you just help me unpack the shopping?"
"Yeah, of course," Peter hopped up, over to the kitchen in a flash. "Man, am I happy to see you."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. You didn't mean to ignore his affection, but you just wanted to get shit done and pass out on the sofa. You could be all over him then. That meant for now, if he wanted hug you, he'd have to awkwardly shuffle around the kitchen whilst attached to you. To no-one's surprise, that was exactly what he did.
Peter pressed a kiss to the back of your head. "The oven broke again by the way."
"Seriously?" you groaned. "That's gonna take ten years for maintenance to fix."
The only thing worse than the crowds in New York was the housing. Unless you were a millionaire, there wasn't much on offer. The estate agent had called your apartment a steal, but with its terrible lighting and thin walls, you had to disagree. It had been the first place you and Peter had got together after high school and it felt like home now. That didn't mean the real estate gods didn't test you every now and then by blowing up an appliance or bursting a pipe.
"It's okay, we can use the microwave."
"Yeah," you forced a smile. "Did you send off the cheque for the gas bill?"
You felt Peter tense up behind you. That was a no.
"Peter," you groaned, turning around to face him. Despite you attempts to elbow him off of you, he stayed pretty stuck. "I asked you to do it three days ago."
"I forgot. I'm sorry-"
" - so the oven probably isn't broken," you cut him off. "The gas company have cut us off, most likely. And no gas means no oven."
"I'll do it tomorrow," he gave you a goofy smile. "I promise."
"Yeah, okay," you let out a small sigh of defeat. He was hard to argue with.
You felt bad nagging him; you didn't want to sound like his Aunt May, but you could have sworn the boy had undiagnosed ADHD. He worked his ass off at night to protect New York, but his day-job as a freelance photographer had dried up. That meant most of the financial burden fell on your shoulders, which had been fine when it was just a temporary thing. Temporary had lasted almost six months by that point and Peter forgetting basic things you asked him to do was starting to get to you. Coming home to empty take out boxes and piles of washing up after a ten hour shift wasn't fun.
Your eyes landed on a strewn pizza box half way across the room. You let out a groan. It had flies on it.
"Pete," you sighed. "How old is that?"
"Oh, like two days," he pressed a kiss to your nose. "The one I got today is - I mean, I didn't order one today-"
"- Peter!" you groaned.
Spiderman needed to be fed. You got that. What Spiderman didn't need to do was order another fucking pizza when there was enough food in the fridge.
"I was hungry!"
"There's food in the fridge," you reminded him.
"You sound like my Aunt May," he muttered.
"And you're acting like the teenage boy that used to live with her," you shot back. "You're twenty four now, Pete."
"Thank you, I think?"
You rolled your eyes. "I mean you can cook for yourself. I'm not working fifty hour weeks to make ends meet just so you can spend it all on-"
"- I'm finding work," he cut you off. "There's just a lotta crime right now! You know how I feel about crime."
"We all feel that way about crime," you grumbled. "I'm just tired is all. Spiderman is great but it doesn't pay the bills."
Peter blinked in surprise. "I thought you liked Spiderman."
"Why are we talking about him like he's a third person in our relationship?" you huffed. "What I mean is that you need to start balancing this life with that one, because you can find a job and help old ladies cross the goddamn road!"
He almost reeled backwards, finally releasing you from his grip. Okay so yeah, that had been a low blow on your part. He did a lot more than just help get cats outta trees. He'd saved New York like...multiple times. It was just that this whole thing was either an issue of Peter being too tired from Spiderman-ing to have a life in the day, or he was using it as an excuse. You didn't know what worse, but you did know that you were tired.
You'd been in love since you were teenagers and sometimes, you still argued like kids. Maturing into an adult relationship was a learning curve.
"Yeah, well maybe we wouldn't need to worry so much about money if you hadn't spent four years at a fancy art school for a useless degree!"
Maybe you deserved that. At the very least, you had to admit you'd thrown the first punch.
"At least I went to college!" you snapped. "How's the self-employment going, huh? The last gig you had was taking pictures for our school newspaper!"
"I took photos at your cousin's wedding, remember?"
"Only because my mum got you the gig!" you snorted.
"God, you're starting to sound like her-"
"- don't bring my mother into this!"
"You brought her into this!" Peter waved his hands in the air. "So hah! I win!"
"You have pizza on your chin," you grimaced. "I don't think you do win, babe."
"At least I'm doing something I enjoy," he continued. "I'm not working at a soulless job doing work that I hate. Spiderman might not pay but hey, at least it counts for something more than wasting my time in a hospitality job!"
Peter regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He could practically see them float from his mind and into the air - he wanted to swat them away, catch them with a net, shove them back in to his stupidly loud gob. He knew he'd fucked up. The seething look on your face confirmed it.
"Oh my god," he murmured. "I didn't mean that. I did not mean that. I am so, so sorry. You are the light of my life and I love you and I do not think-"
"- fuck you, Parker."
The next few seconds were a blur of your angry face. a middle finger, and the slam of your bedroom door.
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Your apartment might have been shitty, but hell, at least it had a bath tub.
Once you'd soaked in there for an hour and washed off the smell of chip grease, you felt a lot better. You put on an old hoodie of Peter's and some pyjama shorts; you might have been angry at him but his clothes were comfy as hell. Maybe the fact they smelt like him was nice too.
It was hard to avoid him in such a small space, but you found an old book and curled up in the old sofa by your window. It was a nice place to sit and stew - not that you had much to think about. What you said - however insultingly - was true. You were more scared that Peter's words were as well. He knew how lost you'd been since finishing college. It felt like all your friends were going off and getting high paying jobs in their fields; starting families and buying houses. Meanwhile, you'd been at the Moondance Diner since you were nineteen years old. Your apartment had the structural integrity of a piece of lasagne and you really had no idea where your life was going. The only good thing in it was Peter - even if he had a tendency to run his fucking mouth.
After a few hours, there was a knock on the door.
"Heeeey," Peter's voice came from the other side. "Can I come in?"
"That depends," you called back. "Are you gonna slag off any more of my life choices?"
The door creaked open and Peter stuck his head around. "No."
"Then please," you gestured to the bed. "Do enter, Lord Parker. I hope being in the presence of a petty little food server such as myself won't harm you, permitting that you even let me breathe the same fucking air as you-"
"- okay, enough!" he groaned (but you could see him fighting back a smile).
He made his way over to the chair, kneeling down in front of you. He took your book out your hands and took them in his. It seemed like a good sign that you didn't stop him.
"I did not mean a single word that I said," Peter softly said. "I just knew that you were right about everything and apparently, I'd rather be a complete asshole than admit it."
You gave him a little smile. "I hate my job, Pete. I'm terrified I'll be stuck there forever. I don't know what I'm doing with my life and it freaks me out when you make comments like that."
"I know, baby," he murmured, giving your hands a squeeze. "I'm proud of you, whatever happens. Whether you wanna wait tables for the rest of your life or become a busker on the subway, I will support you. I promise."
"There's still the issue of money," you reminded him. "I didn't word it the best, but-"
"- I need to get off my ass, I know," he said. "I think I've worked out a way to get money."
Your eyebrows shot up. "You have?"
"I just sold like fifty Spiderman selfies to The Daily Bugle for $2000 bucks," he gave you a lopsided grin. "I can't say my ego is in tact but that's our rent made for the month."
"Oh my god," you dropped your head against his shoulder, letting out a groan. "Please don't turn Spiderman into a social media star just for my sake."
"I'm not, I promise," he chuckled. "I can get some more...dignified photos and sell them to legit papers. It'll put my name out there to other news sites and it'll get me more gigs."
"That's amazing," you smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "That's a job."
"We'll see," Peter stood up. He pulled you up from the chair and pulled back the covers of the bed.
You both climbed underneath them - he did an awkward shuffle dance for a moment as he kicked off his shirt and jeans. Part of you half expected him to pull out the Spiderman suit in their place. He had been going out every night recently.
"So, are we good?" Peter gently asked. He rolled over to face you, pressing his forehead to yours. "I never want to go to sleep knowing we're not good."
"Yeah," you nodded. "We are."
"Perfect."
"Aren't you going out tonight?"
"Nope," Peter pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "M'very happy here with you."
You didn't know what you wanted to do with your life, but there was thing you were sure of - as long as you had the absolute fool that was Peter Parker by your side, you'd be absolutely fine.
Warning(s); DUBCON/NONCON,Age gap! (Reader is in her early 20’s),oral (M receiving),innocence kink,corruption kink,massive daddy kink,oral fixation,dumbifaction kink,praise kink,hand kink,dark/grey! Peter + More.
Pairing(s); DBF! Peter Parker x Innocent! Fem! Reader.
Summary; after coming home for the summer from college your dad’s best friend takes advantage over your naiveness
A/n; So, first added character, honestly excited about it! Enjoy babies!! I wanna Clarify her innocence is when it comes to sex, reader is pretty much a Virgin, just wanna say that.
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The heat, it was almost suffocating. You could see the actual heat waves from your spot inside your mothers air conditioned car. You refused to get out of it, not because of the heat but because your step dad was inside and you wanted to avoid him as long as possible.
You didn’t hate the guy, how could you? He was sweet to you, he’d make you breakfast and used to pack your school lunches. He’d ask if you wanted to join him and your mom to watch movies or shows, he was always making sure you felt involved. It was just awkward. Even after 5 years there was just a awkward cloud that hung over your heads.
You played with the torn holes in your jean shorts as you stared at your house. Just do it. You said to yourself, Get it over with,you added but it didn’t make your body move. Your eyes were glued to the front porch the tap sounding on your mothers side of the car made you jump.
“Mr. Parker, for fucks sake” you cursed at him as he slid into the car “well that’s new” he pointed out and you sighed. “What is?” You asked wanting him to clarify “such naughty words coming outta’ your mouth” you rolled your eyes at the man.
Peter Parker, your (Step) dad’s best friend. He’d been apart of your life for the past 5 years ever since you were 18. He’s also been the biggest crush you’ve ever had. He was hot,and there was no denying it. He was tall and slim but he had plenty of muscles,his chest adorned with the best abs you’d ever seen on a man of his age. His soft fluffy hair tended to be fixed,he hated it falling in his eyes,he’s never been married after the lost of his highschool girlfriend. He’s dated though, plenty of girls.
You’d met a number of them and you didn’t like a single one but maybe that was because you wanted him to stare at you the way he did them, jealousy.
“Wonder what else ‘s changed” he said voice low and husky like usual, sending the most confusing feeling to your cunt. “Can I help you? You know people will think you’re some weirdo Mr. Parker” he chuckled “mmm? Yeah? Why’s that?” He asked. “Cause you’re in a car with your friends daughter, alone” he nodded. “Am I touching you?” He asked and you felt your cheeks rising in warmth.
“Of course not.” You said it in a almost huff. You didn’t think it was noticeable but it was,Peter could pick up on anything. “Do you want me to?” He asked and you looked at him wide eyed. “M-Mr. Parker” you stumbled out. “How many times to I gotta’ tell you. Just Peter is fine.” You furrowed your brows.
It felt weird calling him that, made you seem like his friend when you weren’t. Made you seem like you had no respect for him, which you did. Of course you did.
“I think I’m gonna go inside” you said finally unbuckling, moving to open your door as you pulled your moms key from the car. “Well my job is done” he said sliding out after you as the pair of you walked inside. “What? He send you out there to coax me inside?” You asked sitting the keys on you entryway table. “Something like that” he said turning to your mom and dad in the living room.
You left them to go upstairs. The past few days had been rough, packing,barely sleeping,anticipation and anxiety. It was all wanting to boil over and you desperately needed some way out of it. You climbed onto your bed the soft pink comforter bringing you calmness. You reached up to your pillows picking up your stuffed cow, hugging it to your chest as you kicked off your shoes.
You slid into the warmth and comfort of your bed, it’s different then that of your dorm room. Your childhood is in this room something comforting and relaxing about being in it. The lace that hung from your bed posts reminds you of that princess phase you went though when you were 8. The hello kitty shaped rug and Sanrio character collectibles that sat on your floor in shelf’s from when you were 15.
Old makeup and roses sat on your vanity from your first ever dance, pictures scatter everywhere to remind you of home. You sighed feeling the safest you had in months, you closed your eyes allowing the day to turn into night before you even dared open them up.
You only woke up to the feeling of soft hands rubbing your arm. You blinked awake the pink lamp on your desk having been turned on, once adjusted to the lights your eyes fell to Peter who was sat on your bed. You sighed and moved to lay on your back to see him better,take in his features better.
He looked utterly exhausted,you could see the small bags that rested under his eyes. Freckles still littered his face in random spots, his hair hung a bit low the gel obviously wearing down. His jaw looked sharp and pointed from the angle and his lips were turned up into a soft smile, you took into account that his cheeks were a soft pink probably from the beer you were sure he drank.
“Sorry, I got some pizza, wanted to make sure you ate” he said hand moving to your other side as he leaned over you. “M’not hungry” you said blinking at him slowly as you still were waking up. “I’m sure you are, your mom said you didn’t eat breakfast.” You shrugged “love, you know that I just want to make sure you’re okay, please eat, even if it’s just 1 bite I don’t care” he was close enough now you could smell his cologne and the smell of beer on his lips.
“Fine! If it’ll get you out of my room then fine” you huffed and sat up some your comforter falling down in the process. “Hey.” His voice dropped and his hand lifted to hold your jaw as you looked at him. “Don’t be a brat about it. Unless of course you want to be treated like one.” His words shocked you and had heat tumbling down until it hit your core.
“You wanna be a good girl right?” You swallowed and nodded slowly. “Good. Come eat” his hand dropped your jaw and he stood up leaving your room without another thought.
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Weeks had passed in blurs and before you knew it you only had 4 more days before you headed back to college for the fall semester. The weeks were filled with beach trips,pool days, and a lot of parties. You were drug left and right by your parents to parties, parties you didn’t even want to be at, you didn’t even drink. What the hell were you supposed to do?.
Your parents wanted you to meet and see old and new friends which is why you were drug left to right. You sighed finally having a night to yourself, well your dad had a few friends over but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You could stay locked up in your room and do whatever you wanted to.
You found yourself coloring, sat at your small white antique desk in the corner of your room. You colored in Sanrio characters with your colored pencils and markers. You had a habit of leaving your door open at home because it was a rule when you were growing up. A small knock against your open door hand you spinning in your desk chair to see who it was. It was Peter.
“Hello pretty girl! What’re you doing?” He asked and you shrugged smiling at him. He had a opened beer in his hand as he stalked towards you suit pants swaying with his hips. He must’ve came from work. “How was work?” You asked and he smiled his hand coming to comb through your hair. “It was a very frustrating day” you pouted “want a picture of melody?” You asked urging Peter to chuckle smiling at you as he glanced at your half colored picture.
“It’s very pretty love, I think I’d love to have it” you turned back to coloring as he leaned against your desk his ankles crossing as he kept his hands combing through your hair. A soft silence fell as he sipped his beer and watched you color in peace, you hummed to yourself which only made his heart swell up more.
“Hey,I think I might have a better way for you to help then just your picture love.” You looked up at him and nodded “course’ what is it?” He smiled at how eager you seemed for him as he sat the empty bottle on your desk. “Can you get on your bed for me?” You nodded and stood up walking over to your bed.
Peter walked over to your door and shut it before joining you where you sat with your knees tucked up under you, your eyes were glued to him as he moved around attached to his every move. “you wanna help make me feel better?” He asked as his hand held your chin. You nodded quickly looking up at him. “Open your mouth f’Me” you opened your mouth widely your tongue lolling out to rest against your chin.
“Mmm such a good girl” he praised and you pressed your thighs together. “Just gonna put my fingers right….here” he instructed as the pads of his index and middle finger landed on your tongue. You reflexively closed your mouth around the digits,Peter hummed pushing his fingers further in your mouth. “I’ve noticed something about you…” he said and you looked up at him sucking against the fingers in your mouth. “You don’t have a gag reflex.” With that he shoved his fingers to the back of your throat.
You grabbed his wrist as your head tilted back,his open hand cupped the back of your neck holding your head in place for him as he used his fingers to fuck your throat. You shed tears but you never once gagged against his fingers as he twisted them. “You wanna suck daddy’s cock don’t ya’ baby?” You hummed around him as he pulled his fingers away with a pop saliva connecting them to your lips. “I’ve..I’ve never…done that” you huffed trying to catch your breath.
“Awh, so pure aren’t you? Don’t worry babydoll daddy’ll show you just how good it can feel.” You furrowed your brows. “Isn’t…isn’t that a bad thing…we are gonna get in trouble” you said as Peter smiled down at you. “Oh no love, it’s not a bad thing. You’re just helping me right? Gonna help daddy feel all better. You know he had such a tough day” the smell of beer fanned over your face and you could almost get intoxicated just by the smell.
“You wanna help right? Surely you don’t want me feeling all sad and grumpy, right babydoll?” You immediately shook your head “course’ not! I wanna help!” You said your hands landing on his chest as you sat up on your knees. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you avoided his gaze “wanna…wanna make daddy feel good” you mumbled. Peter kissed your head “then get in the floor baby, on your knees” you listened immediately as you did what he said. Your head rested just below his belt and you could feel heat pooling between your legs.
“Daddy’ll show you baby, just open your mouth nice and wide for him, Atta’ girl” he praised as he tugged his belt open. “Have you seen this before?” He asked as he undid his pants and you nodded slowly your eyes stuck on his. “Oh yeah? Where?” You swallowed thickly and mumbled something. “I can’t hear you. It’s rude to mumble to daddy, use your big girl words” you whined up at him. “I-in videos” you said louder and clearer.
“Oh my, have you been watching naughty videos baby? Did you touch yourself to them? Hmm? Rub your pretty pussy while you watched those bad things?” You whimpered at his words slowly shaking your head. You didn’t know why but your head felt light and fuzzy almost. It was as if you’d taken some potion to mess with you. Your brain wasn’t stopping you from telling him anything he wanted to hear.
“You…” you said as Peter pushed his slacks down “I…I-I touch it to you” you admitted and Peter could’ve lost it right then. Shove you down on your bed and take you in the roughest way possible not caring about your crying and screams it hurts because he knows it doesn’t. “Yeah? Baby that’s so sweet of you, touching yourself to the thought of daddy.” Your blush deepened and Peter finally pushed his boxers down his almost fully hard cock popped out bobbing right in front of you.
Your eyes widen and you swallowed thickly “so big..,” you whispered and Peter nodded “don’t worry babydoll, it’ll all fit down that pretty lil throat of yours.” You nodded your mouth hanging open for him. “Listen baby, you tap daddy’s thigh 3 times if you need a break.” You nodded as his tip pressed into your mouth.
Peter’s hands rested on the back of your head as he slowly fucked your throat. Tears spilled from lack of oxygen but you never once gagged around him. Peter groaned out endless praises to you as you sucked against him just like he instructed you to. Your mind felt even more fuzzy your eyes and throat softly burned and you couldn’t help but love the feeling.
“So good dollie,you’re such a good lil toy for daddy. Look at you,going dumb as daddy fucks you. Fucking pretty lil’ slut babydoll” you moaned around him and he jolted at the feeling. “Is daddy’s words turning you on baby? You feeling all tingly and hot, huh?” You nodded as best as you could. “Mmm, daddy will take care of you just as soon as he’s done okay? He’ll make you cum so good.” That only sped up your actions wanting him to cum so you could.
“That’s it, fuck. Yes,yes,yes that’s so good baby, mmmn. Gonna make daddy cum. Yeah? Want daddy to cum all down your throat. Yeah you do. Naughty little baby, is this what you thought about while touching yourself? Daddy treating you like this? Like his own little toy?” You hummed around him and Peter grunted gripping stands of your hair as he spilled into your throat. Hot ropes fell down your throat and filled up your mouth as you swallowed it down just like he said. It tasted bitter but it was sweet too, very sweet.
Peter pulled from your mouth and hummed as a few extra ropes fell over your lips. “Messy. Didn’t daddy say swallow it all?” His thumb collected his own spunk before he pushed it back into your mouth. You sucked his thumb clean and he smiled down at you. “God, daddy feels so much better baby, you did so well for me. My pretty little girl.” You sighed looking up at him with unfocused eyes.
“You feel okay? Sensitive?” He asked and you nodded as Peter fixed himself back into his pants. “You still feel tingly?” You shook your head and Peter raised his eye brow at you. Peter was so caught up in his own pleasure he didn’t see the way you had shifted close enough to grind yourself against his shoe. He only saw it once he glanced down to see his shoe between your thighs. He took in a deep breath before looking back at you “did daddy say you could use his shoe like that?” He asked and you shamefully shook your head.
“Did daddy say you could cum?” He asked and you shook your head once again “Hmm, you’ve been a bad girl honey” you whined and shook your head “no! No! It just, it tingled some much and I-I needed to…I’m sorry daddy” Peter nodded “I know you are baby, listen to me okay?” You nodded as his hand gripped your jaw and he bent down to your height. “You’re daddies now okay? That means that pretty pussy you got is mine as well. I decide when you can touch it or cum or when you get to rub it against my shoe, understand?” You nodded up at him.
“If you do it again you’ll be bent over my knee and spanked until you can’t sit. Don’t disobey daddy okay babydoll?” “Yes daddy” he hummed and gently placed a kiss to your lips. “Now, do it again.” He said and you glanced down at his shoe. “But daddy I’ve never, I can’t cum so quickly!” Peter grumbled “you have 5 seconds to start moving that slutty little cunt on me before I slap you. One,Two” you whined and sat your lace covered core back onto his shoe.
“That’s a good girl, just do what daddy says. He knows best baby,he knows what you can handle” you nodded and moved your hips back and forth as whines and moans spilled out. “Daddy,Daddy!” You repeated his name over and over like a prayer while you bucked your hips quicker,faster chasing your own high. “Fuckin’ look at you. Desperate enough to get off on daddy’s shoe. You’re just a desperate little cumslut aren’t you?” You gasped and nodded. “Say it.” He demanded but you didn’t. It was too embarrassing to say that, how could you say that about yourself.
Peter lifted the tip of his dress shoe pressing it to your clit as you jumped and your body jolted. “Fucking say it you dumb baby. Say your my cumslut or daddy’ll take his shoe away, cmon clocks ticking honey,let daddy hear it.” You whined and took a deep breath. “I-I…I’m daddy’s cum-c-cumslut” you babbled out and Peter nodded “yes you are baby. Such a pretty one too.” Your hips stuttered and your breath quickened.
“That’s a good baby, you can cum go ahead. Cum for daddy” you did, your mind was sent to cloud nine as your body racked with pleasure more intense then you’d ever felt. “Good girl…such a good baby mhm, good for me” you sighed your back leaning against your bed. Your body felt limp and numb like a noodle.
“Daddy’ll clean you up hold on baby” Peter reached under your arms and lifted you up carrying you into your en-suite bathroom. He dampened a small cloth and wiped the sweat off of you. “Sticky..” you whined and Peter chuckled. Lucky for him he knew exactly where your underwear and shorts were. He grabbed a new pair of panties and some sleeping shorts. He got you changed and just then your step dad knocked on your door.
“Hey? Y/n! Uhm have you seen Peter?” He was talking though your door and you panickedly looked up at Peter through the mirror. “Shh,” he whispered, he walked from your bathroom closing the door behind him. Once he opened your bedroom door he dropped his smirk he was wearing. “Hey, I’ve been in here. I think she’s sick she’s been throwing up” your step dad nodded “uh…does she need anything?” Peter shook his head “no, she just didn’t want me to leave. Sorry about disappearing.
“It’s fine! Just tell her I hope she feels better.” Peter nodded and closed your door back chuckling “what a idiot” he mumbled as he joined you back in the bathroom. “Let’s get ready for bed” you nodded. Peter helped you brush your teeth and wash your face before he got you settled in bed.
“You did really good baby, daddy’s proud of you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your forehead “sleep well, babydoll” he turned the lamp off and left you to go back to your dad.
You smiled as you fell asleep. You weren’t even sure what had really happen, it hadn’t sunk in you just had sexual experiences with Peter. Nor did it sink in you were his yet, you were his. His. He was yours, your daddy, he made you feel good. You sighed and fell asleep peacefully after that.
Summary: Your fourth date with Peter takes an unexpected but welcome turn.
Word Count: 466
Rating: Mature (18+ only, MDNI)
Content: cute date fluff, suggestive dialogue/interactions, allusions to public sex, no use of Y/N
A/N: Just a sweet & spicy lil drabble bc I felt like it 😌 working on some others to hopefully post throughout the week, but don't hold me to that lol. Prompt taken from this list.
Masterlist
It’s been about a month since your first date with Peter Parker. Things have been going really well with him. He’s thoughtful, funny, and a total gentleman—everything your previous boyfriends hadn’t been. It’s a bonus that he’s also the most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’re totally smitten with him, and every time you two go out together, he makes it clear that’s totally smitten with you, too.
You’re currently on your fourth date, a little picnic in the park near your apartment. You’ve just finished up the lunch Peter had packed, and now you two are laying side-by-side on the picnic blanket, chatting idly as you cloud gaze.
Peter turns his head to look at you as you’re animatedly describing the shape of a passing cloud. He smiles softly at you when you meet his gaze. Your cheeks grow warm at the affectionate look in his eyes.
“What?” you ask quietly.
“Nothin’,” he chuckles. “You just look really pretty today. I mean, not that you don’t look pretty every day, but…”
“You’re not too bad yourself, Parker,” you grin at him. You giggle as he rolls his eyes and pushes himself up to a seating position. He turns and rummages through his backpack, pulling something out with a triumphant ah-ha.
He holds up his camera for you to see and says with a smile, “Lemme take a picture of you.”
“Okay,” you say and begin to situate yourself as he stands up. You lean back on your elbows and cross one of your legs over the other. You smile up at Peter, who now has his camera positioned and ready to take your picture.
Right as he presses the button, a small but mighty gust of wind blows through the park, making the skirt of your dress fly up. Your eyes widen in brief horror as you scramble to recover yourself. Peter pulls the camera away from his eye and gulps as he looks down at the picture he just took of you.
He blushes as he looks between you and the photo. Finally, he settles his eyes on you and clears his throat as he asks, “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”
Forgoing panties underneath your sundress for this afternoon had been a calculated—but risky—move. You and Peter hadn’t done anything beyond goodnight kisses, and you were hoping to change that if things had gone well today. You weren’t quite ready to reveal your wardrobe choice to him just yet, but the way his eyes keep dropping down to where your dress is now covering you has you feeling a bit bold.
Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you shrug your shoulders. “I dunno. Why don’t you find out?”
You’ve never seen a man drop to his knees faster before.
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Characters
Pedro Characters
Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin, Agent Whiskey, Marcus Acacius, Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dave York, Ezra,
Andrew Characters/Peter Parker Variants
Eduardo Saverin, Jeb Pyre, Dennis Nash, Tobias (We Live In Time), Peter Parker, Dad!Peter, Frat!Peter, Mob!Peter, Professor!Peter,
Oscar Characters
Poe Dameron, Moon Knight boys, Blue Jones, Duke Leto Atreides, Miguel O’Hara, Santiago Garcia,
Other Characters
Will Miller, Benny Miller, Aramis, Legolas, Raymond Smith, Elijah Mikealson, Kol Mokealson, Will Turner, Felix Catton
Prompts
1. “Don’t look at me like that?”
2. “You really do have a terrible poker face.”
3. “I know you can hit harder than that.”
4. “Is that my shirt?”
5. “You crashed my car!”
6. “Would you just hold my hand?”
7. “We should get married.”
8. “You’re threatening but like in a really adorable way.”
9. “Stop arguing with me in front of the kids!”
10. “Okay, NOW you’ve officially lost your mind.”
11. “You are losing my interest and that’s very dangerous.”
12. “You have got to be kidding me. Him?”
13. “Have you been taking pictures of me?”
14. “Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?”
15. “Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?”
16. “Quick, don’t ask questions, just kiss me like we’re both about to die.”
17. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
18. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?”
19. “I believe you’ve taken something of mine and I want it back.”
20. “I love you, but please, for the love of god, would you just stop that.”
21. “What are you? A fortune teller now or something?”
22. “You know, we could get arrested for this.”
23. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”
24. “Why are you sitting on the floor in your underwear eating chocolate cake?”
25. “Hey! You sunk my battleship!”
26. “Take it off!”
27. “You’re being ridiculous. What are you five?”
28. “You’re the biggest buzzkill, you know that?”
29. “Oh my god, what are you eating?”
30. “Right, we never speak of this again.”
31. “Oh I’m sorry, but jealousy looks real good on you.”
32. “I tried to tell you, but do you listen to me? No.”
33. “Why don’t we thumb wrestle for it?”
34. “Where did you learn that one? TikTok?”
35. “Okay, well that wasn’t creepy at all.”
36. “Why are we whispering?”
37. *urgently whispered “Just play along.”
38. “Please can you just go away, I’m very busy and you’re distracting me.”
39. “No. NO! You’re doing it all wrong.”
40. “Oh, bite me.”
41. “OH FUCK THAT HURTS!”
42. “Your face seems familiar… have we met before?”
43. “How many of those have you had?”
44. “I have never heard anything scarier than when you screamed.”
45. “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt… like a lot.”
46. “I’m sorry, but I am done waiting for you.”
47. “I came as soon as I heard.”
48. “I’m trying to help you! Would you stop making it harder for me?”
49. “You just kissed me.”
50. “If you don’t stop right this second, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”
51. “I don’t want you to disappear from my life.”
52. “If you don’t get out of my sight in the next 5 seconds I think there is a very real chance I’m going to kill you.”
53. “What do you mean it wasn’t supposed to happen like this?”
54. “You have absolutely no evidence and you know it.”
55. “Would you stop being such a brat?”
56. “You really do have an answer for everything.”
57. “Did nobody ever tell you as a kid you are annoying?”
58. “Please kill me.”
59. “I wasn’t asking.”
60. “What happened to New Year, New Me?”
61. “Such filthy words from such a pretty mouth. Tell me, do you kiss your mother with that mouth too?”
62. “I choose you. I’ll always choose you.”
63. “You’ve got 10 minutes. Make it count.”
64. “I am the monster YOU created.”
65. “I wish I hated you!”
66. “I can take care of myself just fine thank you.”
67. “You ruin everything you touch.”
68. “That’s not mine.”
69. “You told him I was yours. Why did you tell him that?”
Summary: Jeb is trying to work out the new normal for his life.
Warnings: mature, religious trauma, LDS, broken family, angst
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Just trying to do what I can to fill the hole in the fandom. Enjoy
Two
It was a long drive back to East Rockwell but he had to do it. He had promised. For the sake of his girls, the reputation of his wife, they had to keep up appearances. They had told everyone at the congregation that because of his recent expertise, he had been poached by a station in Idaho to consult for a few weeks. On Saturday mornings he’d get up before sunrise and make the long drive back, just in time for some afternoon games with his girls before dinner, followed by their usual wind down routine; a calming evening activity such as reading or coloring. They would then start their bedtime routines, getting washed, putting their pajamas on, then they would all do evening prayers before they got tucked into bed.
Jeb was grateful whenever one of the girls excitedly asked to lead prayers, to show off to him how much better they were getting at it without him there during the week. It also meant he didn’t have to fake his way through it. He could still fumble the words, recite the old basic thanks from memory, but he still wanted his girls’ belief to mean something.
“Heavenly Father, thank you for my family. Thank you for bringing Daddy home safely. Thank you for giving him the tools to do his job well so we can have all of our nice things, such as sally doll and our bicycles and-“
“Caroline, honey.” Rebecca chastised softly when their daughter began to go off on a tangent.
“Yes, sorry.” she replied before getting back on track.
Once prayers were said, he and Rebecca would take a child each, carrying them to their shared bedroom and place them in their respective beds. They’d tuck them in, kiss them on the tops of their heads, before swapping and doing double checks on the covers and another forehead kiss to the other child. Rebecca would always check the kids night light, whilst he waited in the doorway. Then the moment his wife had left the room, he would whisper one last “good night”, before quietly closing the door.
Rebecca would always then turn and give him this look. The ‘are you ready to go back to how things used to be?’ look. But he didn’t even know what that was anymore. He’d give her a small shake of his head before silently moving through the house to his Mother’s old room, which now had become his.
He hadn’t been in it often enough to redecorate it. He also knew the moment he did the girls would soon get very suspicious about why his things were suddenly in there and not their Grandmothers. They had been doing everything they could to keep it from the girls in hopes that one day they would sort it out. That this would just be a blip on the long record of their marriage; but as the weeks went on, with every Sunday Service he sat through, his mind dissociating as the Bishop talked, he felt more and more like his marriage was over. She’d never leave the church and he’d never find his faith again, at least not in the way he once had.
“Ahh Jeb, good to see ya.” Tom said, shaking his hand.
“Likewise, likewise.” Jeb said, feigning a smile as he shook the older gentleman’s hand as they came out of the church.
“Hope they’re not gonna keep ya too much longer up there in potato country.”
Jeb bristled. He and Rebecca hadn’t discussed next steps yet, but he couldn’t hide the fact he had actually transferred permanently from everyone forever. “Umm actually, I’m thinking about staying up there you know. A position just became available and I think I’m gonna take it.” Jeb lied, his tongue feeling heavy and uncomfortable in his mouth.
“What, really? Rebecca never said anything about moving.” Tom said.
“We’re still discussing it.” Jeb blinked as he continued to lie, his head turning to scout for his wife’s whereabouts and if she was in ear shot before he continued the conversation. He was grateful when he saw her talking to Judy and Elizabeth on the other side of the front lawn as all of the kids had a quick run around together to let off some steam, before they all went back to Janice’s house for afternoon tea and cake.
“Well, it’d be a real shame to lose you all.” Tom continued as Jeb’s attention turned back to the older man.
“Yes. Yes.” Jeb said to him with a small tight lipped smile. “Umm anyway Tom, if you’d excuse me.” Jeb said, beginning to back away.
“Yes, of course, of course.” Tom said before turning to join a group of men chatting as Jeb made his way over to his wife.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Jeb asked as he interrupted Rebecca’s conversation with Judy and Elizabeth.
“Hi, Jeb.” Judy greeted him kindly.
“Hi. Hello.” he said with a small smile and waved to each of the women, before guiding Rebecca a few steps away with a hand to her back.
“What? What is it?” Rebecca asked him when they were out of earshot of the rest of the congregation.
“I think I’m gonna go back early.” He told her.
“What?” she frowned.
“It’s just, it gets dark early and they’re saying there's gonna be a snow storm and I don’t want to be driving all night in it. Plus, I’ve gotta be in the station early tomorrow and I don’t wanna-”
She put a hand up to stop him. “I get it Jeb, I get it.” she said, but her tone was anything but cordial. “But, what about the girls, what am I supposed to tell them?”
“I’ll deal with that.” he said looking downcast, his hand shifting on his hip.
“Jeb.” she tried to reason.
“It’s fine.”
She shook her head. Said “No.” but he had made up his mind. Be damned the image they were trying to project. He loved his kids but being here was too much. He wanted to go back to his little motel room, put the TV on and sit in peace. To check out and forget for just a little bit before another day of work tomorrow.
“Girls, come here.” he said, turning away from Rebecca and calling out to his children. He bent down to their level as they approached him. He reached out for Annie, pulling her closer to him by the back of her head and placing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry, but Daddy’s gonna have to leave early okay-”
“But-” Caroline began to whine.
“Caroline.” he chastised, dragging out her name.
“Fine.” she huffed as she avoided looking at him, her body swaying from side to side.
“I wish I could stay but I need to drive back. The weatherman said it was gonna snow and Daddy doesn’t want to have an accident, okay?”
“Okay.” they both grumbled in unison.
“I love you both okay?”
“I love you too, Daddy.” they both said as they both leaned in to wrap their arms around him and give him a hug.
“I’ll see you both next weekend okay. If the weather’s okay I’ll try and come back Friday night. How does that sound?” he said. He knew he was probably giving them false hope but he couldn’t help it. He hated seeing the looks on his girls' faces whenever he told them he had to go.
“When can we come with you?” Caroline brazenly asked him.
“What? Caroline.” Jeb said, turning towards her.
“I want to go with you.” she said.
“Yes but sweetie, all your friends are here and Mommy’s here.”
“Yeah, but you’re not here.”
“I know sweetheart, I know.” he said, reaching a hand out to her, his thumb brushing tenderly across her soft cold cheek.
“Come on girls, time to go, it’s getting cold.” Rebecca called out to them. “Todd and Lisa have offered to give me and the girls a lift to Janice’s house and Michael said he’d drive us back home afterwards.”
“Are you sure, I mean I can drive you there before I go.” Jeb tried to say but Rebecca shook her head.
“No, I think it’ll be easier on the girls just to say goodbye now, okay.”
“Okay.” he reluctantly agreed.
“Girls, say goodbye.” Rebecca said.
They gave him one last hug and he reassured them again that he’d call every evening and be back next weekend before Rebecca ushered them towards Todd and Lisa’s car. They were a young couple. Not long married, still trying for their first baby and sending up prayers with the congregation every sunday for a speedy conception. Jeb gave them a small wave and a silent thanks, watching from the side of the road as they all climbed into the car and drove off, leaving him waving aimlessly to Caroline through the back window.
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The whole drive back he felt awful, his stomach in knots from his lies. The looks on his little girls’ faces as he told them he was leaving again. He wondered how long he and Rebecca could drag this out for.
The weather indeed had started to change two thirds of the way through his journey. He had stopped at a gas station to relieve himself and pick up a snack and drink for the road and on his way back out of the lot, it had started to snow. By the time he’d made it back into town it was turning into a blizzard.
He turned onto the town square, driving around the short one way system. It was like a ghost town, everyone inside away from the cold weather. Most of the businesses in town didn’t usually open on a Sunday anyway but he wasn’t surprised to find that the ones that were usually open had closed up early. All except one. He watched as the coffee shop lights were turned off as he approached before a figure stepped outside, fingers fumbling with the keys as she tried to lock the door. He slowed the car to a stop and rolled down the window.
“Hey, do you need a lift home?” He found himself asking.
She turned her head, searching for the source of the disembodied voice. She couldn’t help but smile to herself upon realising who sat inside the awaiting car. Jeb Pyre. Like a knight in shining armour. “Are you sure?” She asked cautiously as she approached the car.
“Are you kidding? Have you seen this weather? Anyone would be out of their mind not to offer.”
She smiled as he leaned over to open the door from the inside, encouraging her to take the offer. She shivered, letting out a little ‘brrrrr’ sound as she shook off the cold, her hands rubbing together.
“Here.” He said, leaning over to turn one of the heater jets in her direction, her hands instantly moving to search out the warmth.
“Thanks.” She said as he made a turn back off the square in the direction he supposed she lived from the direction she’d been coming from when they spoke a week prior.
“Ummm, where am I headed to?” He asked politely.
“Oh, I live on Fleeshman Street.” Goldie said cheerily.
“Fleeshman Street…” Jeb repeated, wracking his brain.
“Do you know where the library is?” She asked helpfully.
“Yes.” He said back softly.
“Okay, well head that way and I’ll direct you from there.”
“Okay.” He agreed with a small smile as he looked over to her in the passenger seat and then back to the road. “Does it normally snow this bad, this time of year?” He asked after a short pause.
“Sometimes. I mean, we do normally get snow in the winter but this is the first big snow storm we’ve had in a couple years, I’d say.”
“Okay.” He nodded, taking in the information. “How come you were still open so late?”
“Our managers a bit of a dick- oh sorry umm…” she wracked her brain for a less offensive word, but was surprised when he turned and said to her that it was fine. She looked at him sceptically. “Oookaay.” She said dragging the word out before turning back to look out the front windscreen as she continued her sentence. “Anyway, our manager doesn’t believe the weatherman. He’s a slightly older gentleman, kind of lonely and grumpy and really hates the TV, like with a passion. Seriously, don’t get that man started, he’ll rant about it for hours.”
“Okay, duley noted.” Jeb smirked.
“Bet there’s not much crime on a day like today.” She fished, looking to fill the silence that could so easily fall between them.
“You’d be surprised.” He said with a small chuckle and knowing twinkle in his eye, but as Goldie trailed her eyes down from his face to his attire she quickly realised he wasn’t dressed for work.
“But you haven’t been at work.” She quickly said, correcting herself with a slight scowl.
“Look at you, detective.” He joked with a smile. “What gave me away?”
“Your Sunday best.” It was an old suit now, but she had seen it on him in the past, back in the days she still took her Mother to church. She looked around at the couple of bits of rubbish dumped around the car, a carrier bag from a gas station closer to their home town in the back. She frowned as she asked, “Have you just driven all the way back from Rockwell in this?”
He was saved from explaining at the sight of the library approaching on the left hand side of the road. “Where am I going from here?” He asked deflecting.
“Take the next right up here.” She replied, pointing at the street in question, “My street is about halfway down on the left.” She filled in as she continued to scrutinise him and the inside of his car.
They remained silent as he took the right and then the left onto Fleeshman Street. “Where abouts-“
“Just in front of that silver car there.” She said.
Jeb quietly pulled into the space in front of the half snow covered silver car. They sat in awkward silence as the car idled. Goldie nibbled nervously at her lip before she broke the silence. “Umm, thanks for the lift.”
“Oh, no problem.” He promptly replied.
“Okay, so I guess I’ll see you around.” Goldie said as she reached for the door handle to let herself out.
“Yes, I’ll see you around.”
She had one foot out the door when she froze, turning back to him, taking a quick glance at the food packets and back to him again. “Would you like to come in for something proper to eat? I mean least I can do after you drove me home is sort you out with a proper meal.”
Jeb swallowed deeply, his hand moving to rub at the back of his neck as he contemplated the offer. “Iii- uhhhh,” he began to say, “I umm should be getting back. I don’t want to accidentally get snowed in.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” She said in a quiet rush as she finally pulled herself from the car.
“Goldie-“ his voice called out as she was about to slam the door shut. “Maybe another time.” He suggests and she smiles, a halo of streetlights and snow glowing around her under his gaze and promise of a next time.
