#peterxreader

[koilois]

Two Virgins,

  Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut, sexual content, top! Peter, uses of pet names like 'kitten', popping each other cherry, gentle/rough sex, biting, licking, kissing (ofc), blow-job, basically sex guys..,

i honestly dont see a lot of Peter Maximoff smut, so i thought why not do him first?

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You weren't special, you didn't have a useful ability. Meaning you were needed a lot and didn't get too much attention. Though you didn't mind, everyone described you as Shy, and distant, that's if they knew you.

But Peter, your best friend always described you as amazing, and cheerful, once they got to know you,

The only friend you had was Peter.

You admired him. You did. His self-awareness, his confidence, his gift, his silver hair,

Everything.

Truth be told you started to grow a huge, small, crush on the fastest man alive. His head pats would make you feel like you were in heaven. Just a touch from that man and you were practically jello. People around you started to notice your change of mood when Peter was next to you.

The only one who didn't notice was.

Peter.

But that's alright, Peter couldn't like someone like you anyways!

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You heard a knock on your room door, you turned your head towards the door as you got up from your bed to open the door.

"H-hello?" You stuttered, opening the door slightly to see Peter. You couldn't help yourself and get excited, Instantly smiling, and swinging the door open. "Yeah?" You raised your voice a little high, everyone was sleeping. Peter. Raised his index finger to your lips, telling you to keep it down. You were going crazy, your eyes looked up at him like a lost puppy.

"Someone's gonna hear us, we're gonna get caught." He warned as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. "So- what brings ya' here Peter?" You asked jumping on your bed and patting the bed silently telling him to take a seat. "Ah, well I wanted to tell you something."

"Look- I know you stole my left other McDon-"

You were interrupted by his lips on yours, you were in shock,

"I.."

"Look, I like you, and- I maybe shouldn't have kissed you without permission," he rambled, scared that you wouldn't see him fit as a friend, being that he invaded your personal space. He knew how sensitive you were. You didn't say anything. You wanted to but nothing came out. You crawled closer to him, saying nothing, you kissed him again, caressing his jawline. This kiss was deeper, it felt deeper, it felt amazing, he wrapped his arms around your waist making you sit in his lap,

Now it was a heated make-out session.

You pulled away for air, panting, your hands now on his chest. "More. C'mon-" he practically begged. "Anything you want." You slightly moaned, being so needy for any attention from your lover. "Wait- shouldn't we wait? I mean we just confessed our feelings" I mentioned. He shrugged. "It's never too early. Is it?" He shrugged his face getting closer to yours again, lips brushing against each other. "So how far are we going?" He asked, kissing the point of your nose. You were so needy and excited. You wanted him all. All of him, "as far as we can go"

He smiled pulling his shirt off, getting on top of you, and kissing you, not rough, but ever so slightly. His lips were so soft. You felt his stomach, his chest, his collarbones, pulling away from the kiss slowly you took your shirt off, leaving your laced light pink bra on. He practically went wild. You turned away, trying to avoid eye contact, you were so embarrassed

"You're beautiful" he breathed out. He groped your beast, all of this escalated quickly, and it was somewhat overwhelming for you. But you needed him, and he needed you. He unclipped your bra, and before taking it off completely he asked If he could. You nodded your head and so then your bra met the same fate as his shirt.

On the floor.

Groping your breast, you moaned, butterflies in both of the pits of your stomach. You both were practically melting in each other's grasp, he then took your sensitive nipple in his mouth. The other one he has playing with, fiddling the soft bud between his fingers. You couldn't help but moan.

Never felt this sensation before. It felt amazing. Almost too amazing.

Your panties started to be drenched in your natural lube. It started to feel uncomfortable, squeezing your legs to feel some sort of friction between your legs. And it was worked moaning in the process. He noticed what you were doing and stopped what he was doing. He laid you down on the bed- spreading your legs and getting between them. His bigger figure looms over your smaller figure. It was so overwhelming. You almost couldn't believe this was happening. He pulled your skirt down. His eyes never leave yours. He looked at your panties. It was a baby blue color, he could see the damp spot from your wetness. He teased you a bit-- taking his hand and practically palming you through your panties. You took your hands and covered your face with them. "No. Don't do that. You're beautiful, I wanna see your reaction kitten, please. Do that for me" he begged. So desperate to see how good he can make you feel. You did as he asked you, removing your hands from your face, whimpering at the friction he was making you feel. You stopped his movements.

"Let me make you feel good too" you begged. Looking at him, he did so.

You sat up and dragged your hands down his body stopping at his v-line. Kissing under his belly button- just to slightly tease him. He shuddered, looking down at you. You slowly took off his boxers. Being surprised by the length.

This was the first you've ever seen.  The heat between your legs got worse, at the sight your crotch pulsed. You took his dick in your hands. Slowly moving your hand. You licked the tip, admiring your lover's body. Slowly you took him in your mouth. Wrapping your tongue around his length, using your hands to stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth, and you started bobbing your head. He let out a loud moan. Then quickly shut his mouth with his hands. Making him whimper at the pleasure he was feeling.

He took his hands and grabbed your head. You looked up at him. Questioning what he was doing. Your thoughts are interrupted by your hips thrust into your mouth. Saliva ran down his dick and ran down your chin. You gagged as he was down your throat. He whimpered as he pulled out. Not wanting to finish yet. You gasped for air. The lack of air got to you. He looked at your face, saliva running down your mouth, tears running down your eyes, he was practically melting at the sight. "Lay down." He.. demanded?

You did what he said

You laid down. Still out of breath. You were heated, Your whole body was so hot your felt like you were going to have a stroke. He had gotten between your legs taking a deep breath. On his knees- He looked down on you. "Can i- Put it in?" He asked he looked so desperate for your warm hole. Of course. You said yes, He slowly put the tip in.

He was already stretching you out. You had only used your fingers, And it's not like your fingers were thick and long- Your whole body tensed up at the pain, as he continued to push in. Halfway in. More tears started to overwhelm your eyes. placing your hands on his shoulder for some comfort, He noticed this and gave you a look, Asking if he could keep doing it, You said nothing but nodded your head yes. He thrust in Knocking the air out of your lungs, letting out a slight pained moan. Now the pain was mixing with pleasure as the man was balls deep inside you.

He whimpered, his eyelids fluttering, trying to keep his eyes open to see your beautiful facial expressions. This might sound mean on Peter's part, but he liked seeing your face as he stretched your poor virgin pussy out. He pulled out with the sight of a little blood. He had popped your cherry, the mixture of natural lube, and your blood sent him on edge. As he started to thrust his hips at a slow but hard paste, Making you scream out, "Peter! Mm.." He had pressed his hand against your mouth not wanting anyone to hear what you two were doing, He leaned down, whispering how good you felt in your neck while also letting out whimpers with each thrust he made. He started to thrust faster, You swore you could feel him in your stomach, it's what it honestly felt like. Your whole body was shaking at the ecstasy he was making you feel. Pleasurable screams and moans were muffled by his hands. "I love you so- much. Hemp" he whispered into your neck, He then bit into your neck which made you wrap your legs around his waist causing him to go even deeper. Your eyes rolled back. This was everything to you. You felt so complete, you felt as if an unknown god has answered your prayers,

He let go of your neck, then sucked on the mark he made with his teeth, His hips moved faster the bed started to creak and make sounds, At this point, he didn't care, "I'm gonna- fuck. M yes- I'm gonna..Oh god baby." He chanted yes's with each every fast and hard thrust. You were practically turning into jelly. You didnt know sex felt this good.  You thought it was heavily overrated. You were completely wrong. After one last hard thrust, he pulled out his load now on your stomach, Your legs Shaked, as your legs unwrapped around his waist and rested on the comfortable bed sheets.

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Word count: 1671!

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[creativityiskey]

I need help friends. I remember reading this fic where basically the reader is pregnant with Steve’s baby but he decides to go back in time to be with Peggy instead. He returned a few years later to discover the ready and Bucky are really close and he has a kid. It’s a second person pov. Please help!

[delightfulfics]

Try Not to Laugh (Peter x Reader)

Anon Prompt #22: “Where they are both at a sleepover playing a game of “try not to laugh” at the readers (gender-neutral) suggestion, and then after some ‘last resort’ thinking, Peter discovers the reader actually likes being tickled and it takes a fluffy turn from there?”

A/N: I apologize for not completing this prompt faster. I just have not had any motivation recently but I am trying. I hope you enjoy :)

“Y/N, I have an idea,” Peter stated. You both were currently in your room scrolling through your phones. Peter was staying overnight at the Avengers Tower since it was Friday and neither of you were on any missions and had any school work. It didn’t take that much time to convince Tony since he knew you both were good students and that you weren’t able to hang out with each other in a while. You and Peter have been in your room for about an hour trying to find out what to do when Peter finally figured out something.

“What Pete?”

“Remember that game we played on Sunday?” Sunday? Oh, that was the night where everyone had the day off and every Sunday Tony would always insist that we all get together in the living room and play games as a family. Some games were better than others to play since everyone is competitive. Like for instance, Monopoly... let’s just say that it was a very eventful day and friendships were broken

“Which one?”

“The one where you try not to laugh.”

“Okay?”

“But, I have a bet.”

Oh, crap. Bets are never good to make. Especially with Peter.

“Peter, really?”

“What? It ups the anti. Do you have a better idea?”

You groaned because you didn’t. It was too late to do anything else. So, whatever. “Fine. What is your bet?”

Peter grinned, “If you laugh, you have to paint Bucky’s arm and dye Sam’s suit.”

“No way!”

“What?! I will have to do the same thing if I laugh first.”

“You want Bucky and Sam to kill us don’t you?”

“Oh please, you love pranking them as much as I do.”

You couldn’t deny that one.

“Ugh, fine,” Pete smiled and hopped off the bed sitting on the floor waving you over to a spot across from him. Rolling your eyes, you hopped off the bed and sat across from him with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, rules are simple. The first one to laugh loses.”

“Peter, I know.”

“Well, you never know. I call going first.”

“Alright, but I hate to tell you this but you’re not gonna win.”

“Yeah, yeah. We will see about that.”

Peter’s first try included him sticking his tongue out and making very weird fake laughs. In response you sat there, face stone cold.

“Really? That wasn’t funny?”

“Yeah, no.”

“Ah! I got one!” Peter yelled and shot up from where he was sitting, standing and posing like a solider, “nOt aLl oF uS cAn stOrM A BeAcH oR DriVE A-“ pausing, Peter glanced at you, confident that you were trying to hold in your laugh from his amazing impression. But to his disappointment you sat there once again with no expression.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean- I am Cap!”

“Oh?”

Peter rolled his eyes, slammed his butt on the floor, and crossed his arms to glare into your dead eyes trying to find something, anything that could at least make you giggle. Giggle. 

“Awhhhh, Y/N you’re giggling. That is so adorable! Maybe I should tickle you more often so I could hear those giggles more often.”

Yes, that was it. Last week you had bothered the crap out of Tony and he retaliated by tickling you. Peter had been walking towards the kitchen when he paused when he heard Tony teasing you and your loud giggles coming from the living room.

Meanwhile, while Peter was reminiscing on recent event you sat there staring at Peter in confusion. What could he be possibly planning? Oh if only you knew what trouble was ahead.

Out of nowhere you felt a poke in your right side resulting in you flinching away from the touch and glancing up at Peter, looking like a deer in headlights.

“What are you doing, Peter?”

“You know exactly what I am about to do,” he smirked.

“Well, Nice try but you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAUGH,” you screamed as Peter shot his hands towards your sides, scratching the sensitive skin. 

“Guess I won.”

“ThAt iS ChEAtinG.”

“I don’t think I would call it cheating,” Peter said as you started to fall onto your back, making him climb over you and place himself on your waist to give him more access to your worse spots, “I would just call it improvising,” you screeched at the top of your lungs when Peter reached your ribs, digging his fingers into each spot. “See! You agree with me!”

“PETE, STOP!” 

“Awhhhh, is baby Y/N, ticklish?” he teased.

“NOOOO!”

“Ouuuu I think you are lying. You know what happens to liars Y/N?”

“NOO!”

“They get raspberries,” and without a second though, Peter grabbed both of your arms with one hand, pinning them above your head, and ever so slowly moving his face towards your stomach.

“PeTeR pLEaSe!” 

“Please what? Tickle you? Gladly,” he smirked. Before you knew it, Peter blew the biggest raspberry on your stomach and you screeched like a banshee. Peter swore that when you screamed that the whole compound could hear you. That was his cue to calm it down a bit.

“Are you sorry for lying?”

“YESSS!”

Peter picked up his head from your stomach and put his lips near your ear. “Are you positive about that?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You slammed your neck to block your skin from his breath tickling your neck and squealed, “YeSsS, I PrOMisE.”

He chuckled, sat up straight and gave you a minute.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Noo, I-I am fine,” you said, letting out the rest of your giggles out.

“Good because you have some work to do.”

Oh, crap...

[haileygarciasunshine]

Spider-Woman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,077

Warning: None.

Summary: For Halloween, you want to surprise your favorite superhero.

Halloween Masterlist

Sighing, you closed your eyes, wrapping your blanket tighter around your body. Peter had missed another one of your infamous movie nights. You had successfully, been able to fight off sleep for the past few hours, however as time went on, the stronger it grew, before you finally gave in.

The sound of foot steps echoed through your apartment, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand. 

“It’s just me.” A familiar voice spoke softly. 

Immediately, you felt your body relax at Peter’s voice. Not bothering to open your eyes, you knew he was kneeling before the couch.

Peter gently reached along your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You’re adorable when you’re tired.” He whispered placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“You’re adorable always.” You confessed, not realizing the weight of your words.

He chuckled in response.

“Okay, lets get you to bed sleepy head.” 

Lifting you off of the couch, he carried you to your room bridal style. As he carried you, it allowed you the opportunity to nuzzle into his neck.

“Stay.” You whispered into his neck.

“Are you sure?” He questioned in disbelief.

You hummed in response.

“I’ll...I’ll take the couch.” He murmured tucking you underneath your blankets.

Your hand shot out, grasping his wrist, preventing him from leaving. “No.”

“No?” He questioned.

“Stay here.” You lifted the edge of the blanket, signalling you wanted him to stay in your bed.

“Okay.” He whispered.

Crawling underneath the covers, he made himself comfortable before letting out a content sigh. After his movements, subsided you placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat, as you threw your leg across his hips allowing you to be in a move comfortable position. Absentmindedly, he began tracing up and down your spine, while pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

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“I’m here to see Mr. Stark.” You spoke, to the receptionist. 

“Have a seat.” She gestured to the seating area. “He’ll be right with you.”

“Thank you.”

She hummed in response.

Sighing, you bounced your leg up and down, as you wiped your palms on your pains, attempting to relieve them of sweat.

“Y/N!” A husky voice called.

“Tony!” You grinned, allowing him to greet you with a hug.

“It’s good to see you kid. Come on.” He motioned for you to follow him.

“Same to you.” You grinned. 

“What can I do ya for?” He questioned, as you entered the elevator.

“Well.” He hesitated. “I need your help.”

“With?”

“I... I want to dress as my favorite superhero for Halloween.” You cleared your throat.

He was silent.

“I need your help making a superhero outfit like Peter’s.” You finally broke the silence.

“Oh!” He finally spoke, as the realization dawned on him. “You’ve come to the right place then kiddo.”

Tony lead you to the lab.

“Bruce, this is Y/N.”

Bruce looked at Tony with a skeptical look.

“Peter’s, Y/N.” Tony attempted to speak in a hushed tone.

“Oh! That Y/N!” Bruce grinned. “It’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.”

You grinned in response. “I’ve heard so much about you too.”

“Let’s get started.” Tony spoke, his voice filled with excitement. “Here is a mock-up of what your suit is going to look like. Thoughts?”

“I love it.”

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It had taken a few weeks and long nights at the Stark tower, to complete your suit. It was almost a replica of Peter’s.

The closer you were to finishing your suit, the more you could feel excitement building up. Peter had been your best friend for many years, the both of you had a close relationship. 

It wasn’t long after becoming friends, that you developed feelings for him. You had stuffed those feelings way down, in fear of ruining your friendship. Peter, had been feeling down lately. You were hoping your suit would make him feel better.

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Once your suit was finished, you immediately tried it on as soon as you got home. Doing a once over in the mirror, you couldn’t help the small grin that made its’ way across your lips. 

The weekend was usually the time you and Peter spent time together. 

Once the time came, you were pacing around your room, waiting for Peter. Butterflies were erupting in your stomach, as your palms began to sweat. Letting out a sigh, you tried to calm yourself down.

The front door opened and closed, as Peter called through your apartment. “Y/N?” 

“Be right there.” You called back. Letting out a long exhale, it was now or never. 

Opening your bedroom door, you walked to the kitchen where you knowingly knew he would be there.

“Hey, Peter.” 

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled into the fridge. “I hope you don’t mind, I let myself-” His jaw fell slaw as he was unable to finish his sentence.

“Wh...What.” He stuttered

"Do you like it?” You questioned, as you glanced down at your suit. “I wanted to be my favorite superhero for Halloween.” You shrugged.

“I’m your favorite superhero?” He questioned in disbelief. 

You hummed in response. 

Silence fell between you.

“I’m...I’m gonna change.” You muttered softly, not daring to meet his gaze. Turning to leave, Peter’s firm hand gripped your elbow lightly, preventing you from leaving. 

Halting your movements, you stood with your back to him. Much to your surprise, a pair of firm hands landed on your hips, as your back was met with a firm chest. 

“Don’t you dare change.” His husky voice whispered in your ear. His warm breath fanning along the shell of your ear.

“Are...Are you sure?” You questioned frowning slightly.

“Baby girl.” He murmured. “I’m more than sure.”

His lips pressed softly to your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth as he gently nibbled on it.

Peter, trailed his lips down your neck, leaving kisses in his wake. Quickly, he began biting, sucking and licking along your neck, leaving love bites on your neck. You had leaned back against him, letting your head fall against his shoulder, while closing your eyes.

“Lets take this some where else, baby girl.” His hoarse voice, broke the silence. One of his hands splayed across your stomach while the other splayed across your upper stomach resting under your breasts. 

You hummed in response, unwrapping yourself from Peter. Turning around quickly, you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, before grabbing his hand leading him towards your bedroom.

[lilyk879]

Peter Parker X Romangers Daughter

It’s a routine Peter takes me on a date and we sneak back into my room through the window nobody knows we are together and nobody needs to. Tonight is a night we go on a date. We start try to sneak back into my room and once we get into my rooms the lights turn on. “Care to explain where you two were and what you were doing?” My father asks as he spins around in a chair. “We were hanging out with Ned and MJ” I say seamlessly. They turn around in chairs saying, “Guess again.” Peter sighs, “Fine we were on a date Mr. Rogers, sir.” Peter starts fidgeting with his hoodie with his hoodie sleeve. MJ and Ned leave, and now there are 3. Me and Peter stand frozen while waiting for my dad to speak. “How long?” He finally asks. “8 months.” I say reluctantly. My dad sighs, “Peter do I need to give you the whole respect her speech?” Peter looks at my dad saying, “No, sir I will respect her and protect her with my life.” He smiles saying, “Good but rules, 1 no kissing in front of me, 2 doors open always, 3 treat her well, 4 back by 10 with all dates, and 5 no more sneaking in or out. Am I clear?” I look at my dad saying, “Yes, dad crystal thank you for not being too harsh.” He smiles saying, “Peter you can leave.” Before leaving he give me a peck on the cheek saying, “Goodnight darling.” My dad looks at me asking, “Are you happy with him?” I smile saying, “Yes, Dad. I love him, and thank you again for being ok with this.” He looks at me, “Oh, I’m not happy about it, but I can’t stop it, so I’ll try and restrict it as much as possible.” He says pleased with himself. “Of course their was some motive behind you being nice to him, but never the less thank you for not trying to stop it. I love you, and I always will.” He pulls me in for a hug saying, “I love you more than you will ever know and you can’t grow up anymore. Also between you and me, I am happy you are dating Peter a boy I can trust and I know it a good kid. I’ll tell your mom about this in the morning I’m sure she will want to talk to you.” I knew what was in store but with a goodnight I sleep waiting for tomorrow morning. “Good morning sweetie.” I hear my mom say before I can open my eyes. “Yes mother?” I ask groggily. She sits on my bed saying, “I hear about you and Peter and I just wanted to talk to you. Now I know you father’s 5 rules but I also know you. I know you won’t follow those rules so if and when they are broken make sure you are ok with, and make sure to always be safe. I love you and you don’t need to do anything for a boy to love you. You are perfect the way you are. I don’t want be a grandma so if you do need anything like that ask me because I don’t want to hear ‘heat of the moment’ or ‘we forgot’ bullshit. Am I understood?” I smile saying, “Yes Mom, and I promise Peter will respect my decision on whether or not I want to have sex with him. I also know that you won’t be a grandma anytime soon. Ok? nothing to worry about right now.” She hugs me saying, “Good, and I’m happy you’re dating Peter and not some random kid who won’t respect you. Now, get dress you have training in half an hour.” Before she leaves my room I say, “I love you Mom.” She turns around before closing my door saying, “Love you too sweetie.”

[jj-scottsbee]

I Know You

Prompt: You're the daughter of Tony Stark, so basically the daughter of the Avengers. Unbeknownst to your family, you and Spider-man have been dating for a year right under their noses. They finally caught on, but who was their little girl seeing?

Warnings: swearing, little violence.

You laid on the bed of multiple blanks, cuddled up to Peter's bare body. The softest blanket pulled over the two of you, as you rested by the fire. The entire team had been called off to another mission, that would keep them away for about three or more days. You took this chance to get the much needed alone time that you had been craving, with your boyfriend, Peter Parker. The two of you had been dating for about a year, your entire relationship a complete secret from everyone, but Happy, May, and Pepper.

 The two of you had openly told May and Pepper about the relationship, trusting both of them not to have loose lips. Happy ended up finding out, because of May, but you made sure to keep him quiet. Peter and Happy had agreed that if Happy kept the two of you a secret from everyone, especially your father Tony, he would put in good words for him to his Aunt. The only reason Happy had found out was because of May, she had, had a little too much to drink one night and let it slip.

 So far your relationship had been happening, right under the team's noses, none of them even noticing. You and Peter were very distant when the team was around, but when you two had the chance you couldn't keep your hands off each other. You didn't like keeping secrets, but you and Peter thought it best to keep just this one. You didn't think the team would hurt Peter if they found out or at least you knew they wouldn't hurt him too much. However, you still didn't want people butting into your relationship, especially your dad, Tony.

 You had taken advantage of just one night and one day so far, that you had the whole tower to yourselves. You had been able to convince Pepper to give you and Peter the chance of not needing to sneak around and she agreed as long as you promised to be safe.

 The two of you cuddled in front of the fireplace, a scene right out a movie or television show playing out. You had taken advantage of the brief freedom you had with Peter, every time one of you wanting or needing the other physically, you had them. In the past day and a half, you had shown Peter just how much he meant to you and how much you appreciated him. No public room in the tower was safe from your and Peter's adventures. So far you two had made your way through the kitchen, the gym, the balcony, the indoor pool, your bedroom (of course), and the shower. You had just brought your adventures to the living room, having fun on the couch, up against the large window, and now the floor. Of course, you had made sure that Jarvis turned all the camera off in each room, not wanting that much thrill in your relationship.

 "Where did you learn to do that?" Peter questioned with a cheeky smirk, as he held you close to him. You had just finished another round with him and showed him a couple of tricks that you had been dying to treat him to.

 "Don't worry about it," You giggled, closing the space between your two faces. Your lips connected with Peter's once again, the butterflies that he always gave you, soaring throughout your entire body. You didn't spend a long time just kissing him, you were quick to adjust your position. You now straddled him as he lay on the floor, beneath you, you deepened the kiss the blanket that had once covered the both of you, slowly slid down your back.

 Both of your bodies already bare, you began another round. You felt Peter harden as you slowly ground against him, his hands moving to grip your hips. The kiss was deep, just as Peter had dived deep into you.

The two of you quickly became a moaning mess, Peter gripped your hips as he thrust upward into you. Your back was straight, as you slightly leaned forwards, both palms placed on Peter's chest as you used him for balance. The room was filled with the sounds of both your moans' and skin hitting skin.

 Peter and you were each at the tip of your orgasm, so close to finishing each other, just before an all too familiar voice entered the room.

 "Y/N we're- SINS. SINS ARE HAPPENING." came the hysterical voice of Clint Barton. You were quick to snap your head up, just in time to see Clint with his eyes already covered and his back to turned toward you and Peter. You quickly slid off Peter, grasping for the blanket trying to cover yourself. Peter scrambled to find his clothing. You watched in horror as Natasha came into view staring at Clint in confusion.

 "Clint, what the hell is the matter with you?" Natasha asked, staring at him as she passed him. "Oh shit."

 Peter managed to find his boxers and quickly slip them on, his back turned toward the doorway as more of the team filed into the room. You searched for any of your clothes, frantically moving blankets away from you. You cursed yourself for not hearing them, but you also cursed fate for letting them come home so early.

 Peter noticed you struggling and he began to help you look and quickly found his t-shirt. You caught the over-sized tee as he tossed it, sliding it over your head as quickly as possible.As you turned around you now faced everyone, but Tony and Bruce. Steve stared at you in horror, Nat pushed her way back down the hall planning on slowing Tony down, Wanda hid a small smile her suspicions of you two confirmed, Clint still faced away from you two, his eyes still covered, Thor was trying to find words to comfort Clint, and Sam and Bucky stood awkwardly not knowing what to do.

 "Don't turn around." You whispered over your shoulder to Peter who still stood staring at the fireplace. Both of you were frozen with terror, not knowing what to do or how you would make it out of this situation alive. In a matter of seconds, you heard yelling, and then Tony burst into the room.

 His eyes fell on you, his little girl, your hair a mess, only wearing a t-shirt, the smell of sex in the air, and the stranger that defiled you standing too close to you. Emotions of confusion, realization, sadness, and anger all flashed through his eyes. The feeling that ended up sticking was anger.

 "You better be fucking kidding me!" He yelled as he stomped towards you. You were quick to try and cut Tony off not wanting him to bruise Peter. "Who the fuck do you think you are, doing...having...touching my daughter the way you have."

 He growled, trying to find the word that would disgust him the least. He continued to walk forward, your verbal and physical protests for him to stop, doing nothing to deter him away from Peter. Steve was quick to come and grab you away from Tony, holding you from getting between the two. Peter was quick to try and speed walk away, but Tony was quick to grab him by the arm. Your Dad spun him around, pausing in utter surprise as he was met by Peter's brown, puppy-like eyes.

 "Hey, Mr. Stark," Peter laughed nervously as Tony stared at him, his hand still gripping Peter's arm. Bucky and Sam hollered with laughter in the background, they were almost crying as they laughed.

 "Spidey's fuckin' his boss's daughter!" Sam laughed bending over trying to catch his breath, Bucky threw his head back laughing just as hard. The rest of the team just watching everything happen.

 "Peter. Please, please tell me this isn't what it looks like." Tony said dangerously calm, his eyes glued to Peter's fearful ones. Peter tried to cower away from your Father's grip, but Tony held onto the boy as tightly as possible. You had never been more thankful, than that moment, that your father had stripped off his suit before he entered the tower.

 Peter unable to speak out of fear, made the mistake of taking a quick glance down at himself. He had just meant to check if he still had a hard-on, praying that he had gone soft. To Peter's dismay, he was still as hard as a rock, and it was obvious. To worsen the situation, Tony had followed Peter's quick downward glance seeing the tent in the young boy's boxers he went ballistic.

Tony took that as an answer, he glanced at the tent again, closing his eyes as he forced an anger filled smile. Your Dad sprang to life and was quick to throw a fist at your boyfriend, who luckily ducked and managed to slip from your Father's grasp. Peter sprinted away, scrambling to get to the bathroom. Tony was on Peter's heel in less than a second, but Peter was able to reach the bathroom in time. He struggled with the door, doing his best to close it, as Tony tried to force it open. You screamed at Tony to stop and fought against Steve as he held you tightly.

 "Are you fucking kidding me, Parker! That's my fucking daughter and in my own fucking house!" Tony screamed banging on the door.

 You had begun to cry as your Father banged on the bathroom door, threatening Peter. Nat and Wanda had pulled you away from Steve trying to comfort you, as Steve tried to get Pepper on the phone. Your relationship was no longer a secret and was discovered in the worse possible way.

[reader-who-writes]

Too Late

A/N: This is sad, but that’s okay. There is character death and also a car accident. There will be a part two, named AFTER, coming out very shortly.

“When you can do the things that I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you”

That quote was Peter’s answer when Tony had asked him why he was Spider-Man. He knew that he could use his power to do a multitude of things, but he had decided to use it to help people, to protect his community, to be a hero.

But what was the point now? What was the point of any of this if he couldn’t save you?

Every time he closed his eyes he was back in that car. The two of you were on your way to celebrate your two year anniversary. You were talking about your plans for college and your graduation that was right around the corner. Peter had been planning everything out about this night for weeks. He was nervous that he had gone slightly overboard, but Mr. Stark and Pepper assured him that it was going to be perfect.

He looked over at you as you were singing along to one of your favorite songs on the radio. His chest filled with adoration and eased any nerves that he had. He was about to continue the conversation when his spidey senses went off. He quickly looked for the source of danger but was cut off as a car collided with your own on the driver’s side.

The next thing he remembered was the smell. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly, maybe the car’s fuel, maybe the airbags. Then the pain. He reached up to feel the side of his head which was covered in blood. He seemed to be pinned to the seat. He was extremely disoriented and found it hard to focus. That was at least until the panic set in. He remembered where he was and who he was with. He looked over and realized that you weren’t in the car.

He struggled through the previously unrealized pain in his shoulder to reach his phone. He called the one person who could help him, the person who had always been there to help him.

“Hello Pete, how’s the big date going? Give her the ring yet?” 

“T-Tony-”

“Peter what’s wrong? Where are you?” he cut him off already summoning one of his suits.

“We were- there was a car- and I-” Peter tried but he was freaking out.

“Friday track Peter’s location and notify 911” Tony said to his AI.

“Peter, it’s okay I’m on my way, are you hurt?”

“I’ll b-be fine. No-nothing worse than I’ve dealt w-with before,” he answered.

“And how’s Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know. She’s n-not in the car and I can’t g-get out,” he replied as his breathing started to get faster.

“It’s okay Pete, just try to calm down. I’m almost there and help is on the way,” Tony reassured.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed,

True to his word, Tony touched down moments later. Seeing the state off the two cars he was surprised that anyone was going to be walking away from the accident. He quickly went to where Peter was and started to get him out of the car.

“No, go find Y/n first. I’ll be fine. Just go help her.” he pleaded. 

Tony moved around to where you were laying on the ground. He immediately knelt down and had Friday scan your vitals. You were seemingly unconscious with a large piece of glass sticking out of your chest and blood from where your head met the cement. Friday’s scan showed that you had multiple broken bones and were in critical condition with almost no chance of survival. Tony knew that he couldn’t risk moving you, especially since he had no way to stabilize you. He also knew that while help was coming, that it wouldn’t get there in time. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he returned to Peter. 

“How is she? She’s okay right?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Kid- she,” Tony started. 

Peter didn’t even need to see his face to know. That tone is the same tone every adult used when they told him devastating news. It was the tone from when his parents died. The tone from when his uncle was murdered.

“No, she has to be okay, she-” he started crying. 

“Pete, she’s not-, I need to get you out of here so you can say goodbye,” Tony tried, his own emotion taking over. 

He used the strength of his suit to pull the door off of the mutilated car. He then carefully readjusted Peter’s seat to free him. He had Friday do a scan to see the severity of his injuries. Besides the shoulder and concussion, he had bruised ribs and was experiencing multiple symptoms of shock. Tony helped him out and supported most of his weight as he led him to you.

Peter immediately sunk down and was debating the best way to hold you. He wanted more than anything to pull you into his arms, but he was so afraid of making things worse. Tears were gliding down his cheeks as took your hand in his and called your name. Despite how much he wanted you to be okay, somewhere deep down he knew Tony was right. This was it. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard your quiet voice.

“P-Peter?”

“Hey, I’m right here,” he said as he leaned over you so you could see his face.

“What happened?” you asked struggling through your thoughts.

“We were in a car accident, but it’s okay help is on the way,”

“Peter, you’re bleeding,” you say taking in his appearance. You made the mistake of trying to sit up and grimaced in pain.

“Easy Y/n, just try to lie still,” he all but whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as tears escaped your eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” 

“I ruined our date,” you tried

“What? This? This is still not the worst date I’ve been on,” he tried to joke.

You smiled. God he loved that smile. He wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile. This was so unfair. Why? Why did this have to happen to you? Why now?

“Peter, what’s wrong?”

But even as the words left your mouth, you knew. You knew that you weren’t going to be okay. That this was how it would end. And, you realized that Peter most know this too. You didn’t want to go, you didn’t want to leave him. It was supposed to be the two of you against the world. You were supposed to graduate together, and go to college, and get married, and have kids, and make the world a better place. There was so much that you were supposed to do. But none of that mattered now did it? You braced yourself and decided to make the most of the few minutes you may have left. 

“I love you so much, Peter Parker,” you started.

“Y/n, please don’t,” he cried.

“Pete, you are the bravest, kindest, person I know. You’ll be okay. It’ll take time but-”

“Stop it!”

“It’s okay Peter,”

“No, it’s not, I can’t lose you too,” he cried.

You were at a loss for words. The excruciating pain you once felt was numbing. You knew that you were running out of time.

“Peter, tell me you love me,”

“I do, I-I love you so-so much,” he sobbed.

“Promise- Promise me- you’ll move on. That you’ll be happy,” 

“Y/n I-”

“Promise, that you won’t shut down. You have so many people who love you. Let them help you,” you struggled as it became harder and harder to breath, unconsciousness - no, death- was creeping in.

“I promise,” he replied.

“Good,” you whispered eyes closing and chest falling for the last time.

“Y/n? Y/n wake up. Come on I don’t want to do this with out you. Just-just stay with me. Help is coming. I-I love you. I love you so much.” Peter cried pulling your lifeless body off of the ground and craddling you in his arms. 

Tony, who had returned from helping the people in the other car, minimized his suit and went over to Peter. He honestly didn’t know what to do, his heart broke for the kid. He gently went to his side putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“She’s gone,” he whispered.

“I know Pete,” he said sadly.

“We should really get you back to the tower, to the med-bay, I can have Happy go pick up your aunt.” 

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“The paramedics are here, they’re going to take her.”

Peter looked up for the first time since it had happened. The road was now blocked off. The police and ambulances were here. People were trying to see what had happened. He knew Tony was right. It was time for him to leave. So he hugged you one last time placed a kiss on your head and laid you down on the ground, pausing to close your eyes. He took once last glance before allowing Tony to guide him away.

[tonydadisbestdad]

Sweet Rage

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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