#cheater peter

[tony-is-my-daddy]

Little secret

Tony couldn't take his eyes off him. Peter was so beautiful with that adorable smile on his face. He was too good for the Earth. And especially too good for that stupid fucking jock who was sitting next to Peter with an arm around his waist and pulling him closer to his body. It was disgusting. And Tony hated that guy from the bottom of his heart.

His name was Quentin. Him and Peter had been dating since freshman year and they would do everything together. But they argued a lot, and that's when Peter came to Tony, crying his gorgeous doe eyes out because Quentin is such a bitch. But then after a few hours, they'd act like nothing happened, like Quentin never hurt Peter, like the boy didn't even go over to Tony.

It hurt him. Honestly hurt him so badly because... he knew Peter was using him. Whenever he'd go over to Tony, they'd hug until Peter calms down and then...

Then they'd make out or fuck. Because Tony can't say no to Peter. He can't say no even though he knows the boy only wants a revenge, even though he knows after Peter gets out of his bed, he'd be forgotten, even though he will never be more to him than a nice hug and a big cock.

"Tony, dude, you're staring again." Rhodey elbowed him and Tony shook his head, turning back to his lunch in front of him.

"Sorry." he mumbled.

"Did he go over yesterday too?"

Oh he did. He did and he wasn't even sad, he was angry. And god, that might be Tony's new favorite, because Peter rode him so hard last night he's surprised the boy can still stand. He swallowed his cock so deep, when he left the house in the early morning, his voice was still a bit hoarse.

Tony's lips turned into a faint smile. "Yeah, he did."

"Does he even talk when he goes over or he just falls to his knees?"

Tony shrugged. "Well he usually says 'Quentin is an idiot' and then throw himself into my arms..."

"So you don't even know what he wants from you?"

"I do, he wants cock."

"Ew man, just not while we're eating okay?!" Rhodey frowned, which made Tony smile.

"I don't know what he wants exactly. I know that he comes to me to fuck the frustration out but besides that, nothing."

"And what do you want?"

What did Tony want? Well... he wanted to date Peter. He wanted to be the one to walk around with Peter on his side, he wanted to be the one who cuddled with the boy after a long day, he wanted to take him out on dates and hold his hand while they walked and wanted to sit next to Peter in classes and... he didn't want to fuck his frustration out, he wanted to make love to him.

"I'm not sure." he lied, his face a little pink fron blushing.

"Tones... he's looking at you."

To that, Tony raised his head and saw Peter's eyes fixated on him. When their eyes met, Peter waved to him with a shy smile. Tony smiled back, trying not to look awkward.

"I think he likes you." Rhodey said and wemt back to eating.

I hope so.

[imaginative-neverland-blog]

Cheater Peter

@sunser-pat-kids: 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 11, 15, and 16 for prompts please 😄 with pan

Prompt(s):

2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

3. “Stay with me”

4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”

5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

8. “Why are you so jealous?”

9. “Where do you think you’re going”

11.“I need some time”

15.“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

16. “Just talk to me”

Warnings: arguing, AU

You were giving Peter the silent treatment all day. Yesterday, while he was at work, you went to surprise him for lunch. However, when you got there, he was flirting with a female coworker. It was obvious they were flirting, too. She was giggling and blushing while he was smirking and caressing her cheek. It pissed you off beyond belief. You knew Peter had a history of cheating and being flirtatious, but you thought maybe you could change his ways. Now you were thinking that wasn’t the case.

“Are you okay or something?” He asked, standing across from you as you sat on the couch.

“I’m fine” was all you said.

Peter gave you a look, scoffing. “Stop pretending you’re okay, ‘cause I know you’re not.”

You began to fume. You breathed only through your nose, keeping your eyes on the TV. Your arms were crossed over your chest, feet resting on the coffee table.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me all day. What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” You began to unleash. “Oh I don’t know, how about the fact that I went to surprise my boyfriend yesterday at work. You know, see him on his lunch break, eat some food with him, only to see the bastard getting a little too close with his female coworker.”

Peter chuckled once. “Are you saying you’re jealous?”

“Jealous? Hell yeah I’m jealous.”

 “Why are you jealous?” Peter then crossed his arms. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. We just work together.”

“Because I know you’ve cheated on previous girls! I know you’ve betrayed past girlfriends. I don’t even know why I’m dating and living with a known cheater, but here I am. Loving you and everything, while you’re probably fucking her behind my back!”

Peter went silent for a moment. Your heart began to race,the feeling of tears beginning to enter your eyes. Here comes the truth.

“Okay, I haven’t slept with her, but…” That was all you needed to hear, but you let him finish. “Maybe we’ve kissed a few times. Mad-eout. But I haven’t slept with her.”

Instant tears fell down your cheeks. You stayed silent, face turning red and everything. You had to admit, part of this was your fault. You knew Peter was a cheater, why think you could change him? You took a risk, and this was the outcome.

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.” You didn’t respond, which worried Peter. “Well… Yell, scream, say something. Anything! Just talk to me!”

For once, Peter couldn’t handle the silence. It was worrying him. But all you did was sit there on the couch, not making eye contact with him, and crying silently.

You stood up, still not looking at him. “I need some time.”

You walked to the door, not eve grabbing a few things first. All you needed really was your phone. You opened the door, but Peter of course stopped you. He rushed over, grabbing your hand and tugging at it lightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out.” You snapped at him. “I don’t want to see you, or talk to you, or even you breathe.”

Peter searched for something to say. He couldn’t let you leave. “Walk out that door and we’re through!” He said firmly. “Stay with me.”

You paused. So much anger boiled inside you. It took all your power not to turn around and smack Peter in the face.

“Are you seriously threatening me? You? Are you fucking serious, Peter? Bullshit! How dare you say we’re through if I walk through that door! You’re the one who just admitted to making out with some whore! You cheated, you were unfaithful--”

“But I told you the truth. I told you what happened,” Peter interrupted. “We should be okay.”

Again, you wanted to smack him. He was such an idiot, a dumbass.

“That’s not how it works, Peter! You still went behind my back and made-out with some girl. I could never do that to you. I could never go around kissing one of my coworkers while in a relationship with you. Or anyone for that matter. You don’t go around kissing people you want to kiss when committed to someone else, dammit. Why can’t you see that?”

Angry tears were streaming down your face. Peter was beginning to get the hint that he messed up big time. He couldn’t fathom kissing someone else as being wrong. It was in his nature, something he’d always done. He never knew he was in wrong unless he slept with them.

“I thought you’d be different this time. I know you’re a cheater, but I thought with me… I thought I was special.”

“Y/N, wait! No, I’m sorry. I really am. You are special. You really are. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you--”

“Well you did. I’ve told you I’ve been cheated on before. You said you wouldn’t do that to me, and I was foolish enough to believe that Cheater Peter wouldn’t cheat on me. My biggest regret right now is believing you.”

Peter’s heart felt like it stopped when you called him Cheater Peter. Was that what people called him behind his back? Was he stigmatized and known as Cheater Peter? It didn’t sound good to him, and made him feel bad.

“Y/N, I’m--”

“Save it. You’ve lost me, Peter. I don’t tolerate cheating at all, you know that. I’m done. I’ll pick up my things tomorrow.”

With that, you left. The door closed. Peter couldn’t hold himself up. He fell to his knees, tears falling down. He had just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You were so great. So wonderful, and he fucked up. Peter didn’t know how to fix it. But he knew you were gone, and he for once had lost.