#She would NOT have a lustful smirk! when she found out Pete was a kid she fucking VOMITED on his dick!

[feleshero]

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#ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ; ooc. #cw paedophilia #there's so much to unpack here! #the FC they chose for Felicia (awful) #The... description of the scene? Peter being a teenager??!! #I should tag that hold on- #how do I... #The lack of fucking RP Etiquette? Telling ME!! How Felicia would react? #She would NOT have a lustful smirk! when she found out Pete was a kid she fucking VOMITED on his dick! #I'm... #Oh they blocked me. Which is both a fair & reasonable reaction.

[spideyspeaches]

Vibrations per minute ↬ P.P

AN: Based on this post ehehe. (Also 223 followers?! I’m not crying you are ಥ‿ಥ Beta read by my baby sis @parkerpeter24​ <3<3

➳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

➳ Warnings: smut (semi public), vibrator, minors dni

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Peter Parker was not who he looked to be. He was the kind of guy who impressed parents with his bambi eyes and A+ academic performances, but at the same time, he could be a little shit and tease the fuck out of you. For example-

Bets were a naturally occurring event in the Avengers compound, whether it was between Sam and Bucky about who could eat the most number of marshmallows in one go or between Tony and Peter on who could digest more amount of coffee in the least amount of time (both of which landed them in the medbay). 

So maybe placing a bet with your boyfriend may not have been your most intelligent choice. You were a smart woman, you should have known better than to place a bet with Spider-Man, especially if the bet included cardio. 

And now you were facing the consequences. 

You were sitting in the post mission debriefing room, thighs clenched as you saw your boyfriend trying (and failing) to hide his shit eating smirk. You felt the vibrations inside you once again, a little faster than before. Suppressing a moan, you tried to glare murder at him without letting the others know. 

Puffing your cheeks, you slid down the chair, hands folded on your chest. You were pretty sure your cheeks were blood red with the amount of heat you felt.

"Y/N are you sure you're alright? You look a little flushed." Steve asked, shifting to look at you from where he was besides You. He looked concerned.

"Uh- yeah- yeah I'm good. Just exhausted." You stuttered a response. Huffing, you tried to discreetly rub your stomach from clenching. A little whimper escaped your throat, which you quickly suppressed by picking up the glass of water and chugging down some.

Sam looked at you weirdly, the others not paying attention as Nick Fury asked them questions. 

"Miss Stark if you think you're going to get out of debriefing because your little boyfriend and father are sitting here, you're wrong. Please pay attention" Fury said, looking at you with his pirate eye, before turning around and muttering, "I swear sometimes they behave like school children."

You gave Bucky and Sam a glare as they snickered. 

"I'm sorry, I'll- uhh- I'll pay more attention. I'm just, my tummy hurts." You whimpered, flushing when you realised you had said "tummy" in front of the Avengers. 

"Well you better take care of the tummy ache. Don't want you to poo all over here." Peter smirked, your jaw dropping at how rude the little shit was. How unfortunate would it be when he finds out someone had burnt his Kylo Ren special edition figurine? 

"Fuck you asshat." You seethe, your glare intensifying when he increased the rate of vibrations using the phone app he was holding under the desk.

"Y/N, Peter, enough of this, now listen to what Pirate here has to say before he asks you to skedaddle back to your nursery." Your dad says, rolling his eyes at your childish banter.

You wanted to get out of there. Right away, because you couldn't take the shudders in between your legs anymore, or you would orgasm right there, in front of everyone. 

So to get back at them, you raised your hand like you were in elementary school, asking the teacher for permission, "May I go to the washroom? I wanna poo." You ask innocently, smirking when Fury widened his eyes.

Averting your eyes to your boyfriend, you silently conveyed your message, hoping that he got what you were up to. 

Ignoring the laughter of the babies in the Avengers' bodies, you stood up abruptly before he could change the settings anymore, walking stiffly to the bathroom.

"That was kind of mean of me." Peter finally said when you were out of his vision. 

"Yeah kid, I would've kicked your ass if I didn't know that she would do it before me." Tony snarked, curling his lips and shaking his head before going back to the dossier in front of him.

"You should go and apologise to her Pete. She looked upset." Steve piped in, his disappointed eyebrowsTM showing their way.

"She's in the toilet and he's a horny teenager, you really want him to go right now?" Sam said.

"Ew Sam, get your gutter brain out of here!" Peter defended, not meaning what he said.

In fact he was going to do just that. The entire time during the mission, you had been teasing him one way or another, whether it was landing in certain poses or just touching him every chance you get.

The bet was just an opportunity for him to get back at you for leaving him hot and bothered, dreaming about you all night in that tiny lingerie with spider prints on them.

“Yeah Sam, get out of here.” Natasha joked. Before he could witness the counter arguments though, he left the room, leaving a very noisy meeting room and a very frustrated Nick Fury. 

He found you in the bathroom stalls near the cafeteria. It was the women's bathroom but no one was around this time of the night, so he entered it. 

He could hear your moans and pants, your arousal hitting his nostrils as he tried to hyperfixate on you. His jeans suddenly felt strained at his… web shooter area. 

Opening the bathroom door, he clenched his fists. You were standing there, vibrator out of you and your finger inside, eyes scrunched as you threw your head back, not even noticing him enter.

"Why are you touching yourself?" He growled, smirking innocently when you jerked up, eyes taking a lustful look that sent his blood rushing south. 

"It's your fault. You were the one who made me horny in the middle of those boomers." You gritted. 

Your hand was poised on your waist now, legs still spread apart, your pussy on display. 

Grabbing you by your ass, he picked you up and slammed you against the wall, kissing your jaw, "Just seeking revenge." He mumbled  

"Oh oh Petey- revenge for what?" You moaned, arching your back as he undressed you, grabbing your now unclothed boob and sucking on one nipple, twisting the other with his fingers.

Moaning at the sensation of the cool tiles, you dug your fingers at his back, your wet pussy throbbing for a feel of his dick.

"You did it on purpose didn't you? Showing off during missions?" He sucked at your skin, leaving it tender and brushed, "you know how hot you look while you kick ass?" 

He unbuttoned his pants, letting his dick slip out with his boxers. His length never ceased to amaze you, the thick organ making your mouth water. You imagined it slipping into you, your thighs slipping wider on instinct.

He saw the look you were giving him, his lustful eyes full of mirth and desperation. Without waiting any further, he slipped out a condom from his discarded jeans' pocket, sliding his dick into your wet entrance, your ass hitting the wall as he pushed into your walls. 

Throwing your head back, you hissed as your walls clenched around him.

"You get, you get turned on when I kick ass?" You panted, grabbing his hair in desperation to the coiling in your gut, "Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come Pete." 

"Well what are you waiting for princess?" He nibs your ear, squeezing your breasts to his now naked chest. You shuddered at the coolness of his body, he's always been cold to touch. 

"Fuck princess, feel so good." His mouth was slack, his thrusts getting harder as he shoved into you, "so tight for me. Enjoying my cock in your pussy eh?"

"Yes! Oh- I love it Pete I love it!" Hitting your head on his chest, you pinched his nipple, making him groan and hit your stomach, the slapping sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Say it louder pretty girl" 

"Why?" You whined, "I should get back to you for using the vibrator but I'm having too much fun." 

You groaned, Your eyes scrunched when his thrusts started to slow down, his senses too overloaded to work together with his stamina.

"Yeah you're needy aren't you?" He said, out of breath from your little meet. He set you down, wiping off your cum using the tissue paper, flushing it off in the toilet. 

He took a minute to just admire you. Your body was shining from sweat, your breath coming out in short pants. You were completely naked, breasts out to the display. He flushed when you smirked at him, you had caught him staring. Not that you minded.

"My beautiful girl." He said, voice husky from strain as he closed the distance between you both, holding you in his arms. 

You laid your head on his chest, rubbing your cheeks against his pectorals. You could hear his racing heart, chuckling when you saw heat rising up his chest to his neck and then face. 

"Why are you blushing? We literally just fucked." You laughed, tracing circles on his collarbones. He looked ethereal from where you were standing, perfectly sculpted by a skillful sculptor. 

"Because you're amazing and I can't believe you're my girl." He said. 

"Mmhm,” You nodded against him, “Also, do you always keep a condom in your pocket?" 

        __________••☆••__________

There were many reasons as to why you keep around Peter, and one of them is that he's an amazing chef. Living with his aunt and uncle, he and Ben had been the main source of home cooked meals, because Aunt May was never good at cooking. 

You saw him standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while he hummed to some melody. You didn't mind, you could stare at him all day. Thankfully, none of the Avengers were awake yet (but they would be. They're huge fans of his food) 

"Morning." You smile, wrapping your hands around his waist, placing your head on his back.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, moving around as you clung to him like a koala. Giggling, you wrapped your legs around his waist, jumping on his back like a potato sack. 

"Mmhm, the best sleep I've had in a long while." You mumble, words muffled by his back.

"Is that so?" He asked. 

"Yup." 

Hearing shuffling noises, you quickly jumped off of him, fixing your t-shirt and sitting on the dining table.

You saw as Steve and Sam entered the kitchen, Natasha soon following suit. Clint had left for his home early that morning, wanting to meet Laura and his kids as soon as he could. 

You smiled at each of them, nodding a good morning and helping them sort a plate. 

You were arranging the plates when you heard a choked gasp. Alarmed at the sound, you looked up at Steve's horrified expression, looking at where he was pointing a finger.

"What?" You asked, biting your lips.

"That- is that a hickey?!?" 

Slapping your neck, you let the plate clatter on the table, ignoring Peter's scrambled replies. You saw Bucky entering from the corner of your eye, unable to formulate a coherent answer.

"Oh my god, Bucky they totally fucked yesterday!" 

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[readysetstarker]

Hi! I read some of your writing and its so fucking good like i cant even. I have a prompt for you if youre comfortable writing it! One where Tony starts noticing things about peter. How his lip gloss looks, outfits etc. And he feels guilty and beats himself up over it even though peter is doing all of it on purpose hehe. Why not throw in some daddy kink too ❤ (if u domt mind of course)

thank u so much!! ;A; there’s a few things i’m not comfortable writing but everything you’ve mentioned here isn’t on that list! also peter wearing lip gloss is my favorite thing in this fandom. like, hello? you’re all geniuses???

Warnings: Peter is 18 and in college. Slight daddy kink bc like… what else do i write lmao. Crossdressing, guilty!Tony, aggressive!Peter. 

Tag list: @am-i-spiderman​

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Peter was Tony’s student, his protege, someone he had taken under his wing to teach and mentor. Peter was bright and quick-witted, even if his common sense needed some tweaking here and there when it came to his crime-fighting. It was Tony’s job to notice things like that, and to practice what Pepper had called “positive reinforcement” by complimenting him or critiquing him and offering suggestions.

What he wasn’t meant to notice was Peter coming into the lab one day with lips that happened to look shinier and pinker than usual. The bulge in Peter’s back pocket was suspicious as well, and it took nearly a full hour for Tony to realize what it was.

And, in true Tony Stark fashion, he just couldn’t keep the realization to himself.

“Are you wearing lip gloss?” he asked while Peter was busy chewing on his bottom lip and mentally breaking down the holographic schematic in front of him. 

Peter’s brow shot up at the sudden accusation, teeth releasing the now-plump and wet lip that, yes, was definitely pinker than normal. Tony was also quite sure that there were flecks of iridescent glitter speckled across it, too, and the hologram was making it easier to see within the film of saliva coating his lip.

“O-oh,” he stammered with a nervous laugh. His eyes darted down to the floor in front of him, a dark blush creeping up his neck. “Yeah, um, I can explain. I lost a bet with MJ last week and let her put makeup on me for a day. I liked the lip gloss, though, so I might have stolen it from her bag while she wasn’t looking.”

For a moment, panic took over his features, and he sat straight up in his seat.

“Is that weird? It feels weird now that I’ve said it.”

Tony had to physically stop himself from vaulting across the room to stop Peter from using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe the glittery polish from his lips.

“No, kid, don’t worry about it.” Tony waved a hand in the air, a mockery of waving away Peter’s fear of being caught. “You can wear whatever the hell you want here. I was just asking.”

Peter took a moment to take in Tony’s words before grinning. “Whatever I want?”

Tony wasn’t sure if the tone in Peter’s voice excited or worried him.

—

“Kid.”

Tony rubbed at his eyes, half-willing that maybe he was dreaming or so sleep-deprived that he was beginning to hallucinate, but upon opening his eyes he realized that he was very much awake and not seeing things. Peter was normally very good at dressing appropriately for lab work, but today…

Today he was testing Tony.

Sure, the kid was kinda scrawny and all the muscle on him was built for acrobatics and flexibility, but Tony was a firsthand witness to the fact that he owned clothes that actually fit him. Instead, for whatever goddamn reason, Peter had decided to wear a sweatshirt so big that it hung off one shoulder and running shorts that disappeared under the shirt’s hem. Every inch of his long legs was on display while he sat cross-legged on one of the many rolling stools in the lab and tinkered with the HUD display in his mask.

Tony avoided saying too much out of fear that his tongue would get stuck to the roof of his suddenly-dry mouth and trip him up.

The hair on Peter’s legs was thin and sparse, and god, Tony wanted to walk over and run his hands over the muscles bulging out beneath the skin of his thighs. He thought about how delicious that skin would feel under his fingers if he decided to run his hands up them, pushing the sweatshirt up his stomach, letting his touch slide up those running shorts that were just barely visible…

He needed a shower so cold he’d contract hypothermia.

Tony shot up from his stool so violently that it slid across the floor and fell on its side after running into another worktable littered with unused tools. The noise startled Peter from his concentrated stare at his mask, voice weak as he called after Tony to see what had bothered him. Tony didn’t respond, instead asking Friday not to reveal too much to Peter, just in case his young protege asked after him.

—

Tony was going to hell. By now, he had pretty much accepted it. Sure, there were a multitude of reasons as to why he would be subjected to eternal damnation after his (probably untimely) death, but the top of the list would be lusting after the young man he had decided to mentor in world-saving. Peter was 18, a fresh-faced freshman in college, and Tony had absolutely no business in thinking about him the way he did.

And it certainly didn’t help that Peter had decided that, today of all days, he was going to wear a pleated skirt to the lab. At this point, Tony should have said something, enforced a dress code that was tailored specifically to prevent him from going absolutely bonkers. The last thing he wanted to do, though, was stifle the kid’s self-expression. He was an adult, and his recent dive into feminine presentation had zero detriment on his work or results. 

There was no other reason Tony could hide behind besides his own stupid dick.

For once, there was no sweatshirt, but he was wearing a gray t-shirt that was maybe a little too tight on top of a black and red plaid skirt. He still wore a normal pair of black and white sneakers on his feet, and Tony almost wished he was wearing something a little more feminine, maybe a pair of black Mary Janes if he was being honest. 

Almost. He still had some self-control left.

Tony pointedly ignored the fact that Peter was wearing a skirt that barely covered the boy’s ass and instead tried to focus on the misfiring gauntlet in front of him. Friday was unusually silent today, no longer offering her assistance unless Tony specifically asked after her, but Tony didn’t think anything of it. His AI were sometimes a little finicky, and it wasn’t unusual in the past for JARVIS to become silent on days when he wasn’t continuously addressed.

He had almost managed to completely forget about his student’s state of dress, if not for the fact that Peter had decided, at that moment, to push Tony back from his workbench and stand purposely between Tony’s knees. He looked… upset. Tony blinked, trying in vain to figure out exactly what he had done wrong, when Peter twisted his fist in Tony’s shirt and pulled the older man closer.

“You are infuriating,” he said, and the words, combined with his frustrated tone, threw Tony for a complete loop.

“I’m… what,” Tony repeated dumbly, mind working a mile a minute to figure out what was going on. 

“Infuriating. God, I’m going absolutely insane trying to get you to just look at me.” Peter’s hands were gentle, still callused from years of vigilantism and lab work, when they framed Tony’s face and forced him to look at Peter. His mouth fell open as Peter’s thumbs felt over his stubble, prickly from not being shaved. “I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to do something, and I can barely hold your attention.”

“Pete,” Tony said, but a finger against his lips rendered him silent.

“I’m tired of waiting on you to make the first move.” Peter’s hands lowered, bringing Tony’s arms up, and the older man swallowed through a thick throat when he found himself cupping Peter’s ass beneath the skirt, the cheek fitting perfectly against the curve of his palm. (And, oh god, the kid wasn’t wearing any underwear.)

It took far too much effort for Tony to regain his voice. He was getting rusty.

“You’ve been doing all of this on purpose?” he asked, and he couldn’t help the hungry way his eyes cast over Peter’s skirt, up past the tight shirt to the sparkly, glossed lips now pulled into a proud smirk. Tony could think of several ways to wipe it off his face.

Peter leaned down until their faces were just inches apart, his arms looping around Tony’s neck. He could smell the artificial cherry-sweet scent emanating from the boy’s lips. Tony’s hands remained on his protoge’s bare ass, unable to move, not wanting to move. The barest of flexing in his hand had his fingers digging into the fat meat, and Peter practically moaned against him.

“Mm-hm,” he hummed. “I thought the skirt would have done you in, but god, you held out for so long. I’m almost proud, but I can’t wait any longer.”

Fingers thread through Tony’s hair, Peter’s lips brushing against his.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” Tony’s heart damn near stopped. Peter sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, teeth clinging to it as his eyes followed the motion of Tony swallowing. “I want you to fuck and ruin me, and I don’t want you to feel guilty for doing it.”

Tony wanted to close the distance, non-existent as it was. Wanted to kiss him and taste that cherry lip gloss on his tongue, and fucking hell, Peter was literally in his lap and begging for it. The guilt bubbled up again, apparent on his face, because Peter took it between his hands again and pressed their lips together so desperately even Tony moaned into the kiss.

It was sinful, downright sinful, how good he tasted.

Tony was going straight to hell. He might as well enjoy the ride.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #my work #Anonymous

[faefictions]

My Boy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 3,419

Warnings: cussing, mentions of domestic abuse, underage drinking

Peter sat in the cafeteria, as he did every day for the past few months, at a table next to the entrance. He spent the entire hour staring at the girl across the room. He missed having lunch with her, and spending nights watching movies, studying, or building puzzles with her. 

Peter and y/n had been best friends since middle school, when she moved into town. The kids would bully her for many various things, but Peter latched on to her and made sure their words never got to her too much. 

They had grown close over the years they were friends. The only other friend Peter had was Ned, but y/n didn’t have anything more than acquaintances aside from Peter. So when he began to drift away from her as he got engulfed in the responsibilities from the stark internship, her life started to fall apart. She had many other problems she had been dealing with, but losing the person that meant most to her, that was her final straw. 

As Peter started to notice he was neglecting her, she began to pull away from him as well. Every time he would offer to see her after school or on a weekend, she would have some excuse, or she had other plans. 

Eventually, they stopped talking, and y/n started wearing makeup and stopped wearing hand-me-down’s. She became more popular in result. Guys lusted after her, and girls wanted to be her friend. Every time Peter saw her, he was reminded of who she once was, but he didn’t see that girl anymore. And that was why he sat and stared at her everyday at lunch, fantasizing about when she was the most important part of his life. 

Peter had watched as all the boys around her treated her like an item. They were all too handsy with her, something that Peter hated. He knew her well, and he could read the discomfort on her face whenever one of those boys would get too close or touch her too much. It took a lot out of Peter to not say or do something each time. 

It got worse for him when y/n started to date Charlie. He hated what he would over Charlie talking about in the halls or in class. He found half of the comments hard to believe, but they all pissed him off nonetheless. Sometimes he would talk about what he wanted to do to her, sometimes he would talk about things he had talked her into to doing. The boys around him would always listen intently and give him high fives or fist bumps over the information, while Peter would scowl and roll his eyes.

He always wanted to tell her, but he didn’t know how to bring that up with the girl that stopped talking to him months ago. It would have been har enough to just say hi, but trying to tell her that her boyfriend was telling possible lies about their sex life behind her back was an impossible topic. 

That day, when the bell rang, Peter grabbed his tray and walked towards a trash can, still caught up in his thoughts. As he approached the trash, he ran into someone, spilling his tray and theirs all over the front of their shirt. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he began to apologize, reaching out to grab the trays, before he realized who it was. Y/n was looking down at the mess he had made on her outfit, starting to wipe some of it off. She gave him a sympathetic smile as he tried to pick up the trays and trash from the floor, fumbling nervously as he went. 

“Watch where you’re going next time, Parker,” Charlie said from her side. 

“No, it’s fine, really,” she defended him. 

“Are you kidding me? Look at you. He’s an awkward asshole.”

“Char, lay off. I have a change of clothes in my gym locker, it’s fine.” 

He scoffed at her, and walked away with the rest of the group, leaving y/n and Peter alone. 

“I really am sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going, I should have. I really am clumsy.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you around,” y/n replied, taking the mess from his hands and turning to put it in the trash behind her. She walked out of the cafeteria, trying her best to hide the stains on her shirt from the other students as she walked towards the locker room. 

Peter sighed and looked down at his shirt, making sure there wasn’t any visible damage. It was still clean, so he proceeded to walk slowly to class.

*********

Y/n wasn’t mad about what had happened at lunch. She was a little annoyed about her shirt being ruined, but she was partially happy about the interaction. She still resented Peter, but she missed him nonetheless. She was very annoyed, however, with how Charlie handled it. He had started out as a sweet boyfriend. She would never had started a relationship with him if he had treated her the way he did now. 

She knew that he talked about her behind her back. She had never done more than make out with him, so when she heard the rumors he spread, it hurt. At first she just excused it, but eventually she started to get fed up. She managed to confront him about it, but his response was not what she expected. He lashed out. He didn’t harm her physically in any way, but he made it very apparent that he could if he wanted to. She just wanted to point out that she didn’t appreciate him telling people those things about her, true or not. Things began to escalate from him being annoyed, to yelling, to eventually throwing his cheap desk chair across the room, denting the wall and terrifying y/n.

And that was why she felt stuck in her relationship. She decided to never confront him again, but the fact that she let him treat her like that once, opened up that door to him. 

The lunch room incident was nothing compared to that fight, but every time his temper showed even a little, it drove her insane. She hid her fear of him behind her annoyance with his overbearing personality. 

She ignored the incident for the rest of the school day, but at the end of the day, Charlie was still annoyed with her for defying him in front of their friends and Peter. She was supposed to go to his house that night. His parents weren’t home, and he said she could come over and study in his room. But when she got in his car, they just fought, and a dread built in her stomach. She was afraid of what he might do, and she was rightfully frightened.

************

That Friday night, one of Charlie’s friends threw a party at his house while his parents were out of town. This of course meant a lot of underage drinking. 

Peter was never really one for parties, but something in the back of his head told him he should go to this one. He went with Ned, who was more than excited to go. The beginning of the night, they just sat together on a couch in the middle of the large living room. Neither of them liked to drink, so they let the chaos ensue around them as they lost themselves in conversation. 

Peter saw y/n walking around with various people through the night, only with Charlie once, and neither of them looked too happy to be with the other. He felt sick seeing how uncomfortable she seemed around him all of a sudden. She already seemed off around him the last few weeks, but Peter noticed her flinch any time Charlie moved or talked. She looked like she was going to be sick just being around him. 

After a few hours, Ned had to leave. He had a family event the next morning and he promised his parents he would be home before midnight. Peter decided to stay. After seeing how y/n was acting, he needed to be sure she got home safe. 

So he spent the rest of the night keeping a close distance from her. He didn’t want her to know that he was following her, but he needed to be close enough to observe. 

At one point, he lost her completely though. He wandered around for a while, just waiting for her to show again. 

After a while of waiting, she came back with a bang. He found her in the kitchen, surrounded by a bunch of people laughing and cheering her on as she took shots and chugged a different drink. 

She began to talk to one of the guys next to her, and he could see how drunk she was from 10 feet away. The guy smirked down at her as he snuck his arm around her to grab her ass, an action that she was visibly uncomfortable with. And that was when Peter couldn’t help himself from interfering. 

He had watched a million other people treat her poorly, but there was something about this setting that gave him the nerve to intervene. 

“Hey y/n, I need to talk to you,” he said, glaring at the guy, purposefully bumping into the arm he had around her as he passed him. 

She gave him a confused gaze, refusing to move from even that uncomfortable situation. So Peter grabbed her arm and led her away to a quieter part of the house. 

“Since when do you talk to me?”

“Since when do you drink?”

“Touche,” she slurred. 

“Seriously, you used to say kids who drank underage were miserable assholes.”

She gestured to her self and said, “I wasn’t wrong.” That broke his heart. She meant it as a joke, but they both knew there was truth in it. 

“So did you actually have something to say to me? Or?” 

“No, I just thought I was helping getting you away from Mr. Handsy back there.”

“Well thanks Pete, but I’m a big girl, I think I can take care of myself.” 

With that, she turned to walk away, but stumbled and started to fall forward. Peter instantly reached out and grabbed her arm, helping her steady herself. 

She pulled her arm away from him as fast as she could, but it wasn’t quick enough for him to miss the giant bruise on her arm, hidden by the flowy long sleeve shirt she was wearing. When he caught her, the sleeve was pushed up enough to reveal the mark. 

She mumbled that she should go, trying to turn away, but her caught her hand, forcing her to stay with him. 

“Please, don’t go yet.”

She seemed to sober up with his words, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t try to move away either. 

She let him lead her further away from the music blaring in the other room. They reached a room near the front of the house with a few couches and less people in it. Peter led her over to a couch and let her sit down, taking the space next to her. 

He didn’t want to ask her the obvious question. He already knew the answer, so he waited. 

“I’m sorry about what happened between us,” he uttered instead. She didn’t expect that to come from him in that situation. 

“Ok,” she replied half-heartedly.

“That’s all you have to say? I-is there something I can do to make it right?”

“I want to say it’s fine, but I… Well I’m drunk and I feel like I can be honest with you. You made me fucking miserable Pete. And you didn’t seem to care about that until I started to get to know other people. What the fuck was that?”

“I know, I know. I just got caught up in…”

“I know. You got caught up in the Stark internship. That was your excuse for everything. I know.”

He could hear the tears coming to her eyes. 

“It was a dumb excuse. I shouldn’t have let it get in the way of our friendship,” he said, trying to urge her to look up at him. She didn’t. 

“Damn right,” she mumbled. He smirked. The humor was a sign that she was starting to accept the apology. 

“If it helps, I’ve learned how to balance life and the internship. A-and I would love a second chance.”

His mouth was dry, and his nerves were killing him. The second he got the sentence out, she turned pale. He noticed the change in her color and her demeanor. He wanted to reach out and hold her, but knew that the action would not be welcomed. 

“Peter, I’m sorry, I just don’t think I can do that.”

“Is there anything I can do to change your mind.”

She looked up into his eyes, misery clearly written on her face. 

“Peter,… It’s not you.”

He sensed her breathing picking up and her heart began to beat faster. 

She wanted to tell him why, but she didn’t know what to say, or how he would react. 

“Are you ok?”

“I think I need to step outside.”

She got up and rushed out the front door. Peter got up seconds after her and followed her out. 

“Hey, y/n, please talk to me. If I did something you can tell me.”

Her breathing was still too fast. He didn’t know why she seemed to be panicking, but he felt an immense guilt over it. 

“Y/n, talk to me, please,” he reached out to toucher her arm, but she jerked away from him. She looked up at him, revealing the tears streaming down her face. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Peter, stop. How can you even ask me that? Y-y-you left me. You were the most important part of my life and you just fucking disappeared Peter! No real explanation, no conversation, you just disappeared. You can’t just pop back in now that I’m doing fine without you. You can’t do this Peter!”

She was yelling and pacing, attracting attention from some of the people inside. Luckily no one was in the front yard with them though. 

“Y/n, you’re making a scene. My car is right over there, let’s go sit down…. please.”

She looked over to where he was gesturing. Instead of answering, she just began to make her way towards his car. He caught up with her, making it to the door right before her to unlock and open it for her. 

They sat in the back seat together. She curled her legs up to her chest hugging them to her, refusing to make eye contact with him again. He sat opposite of her, looking at her sympathetically. 

“Y/n…”

She couldn’t hold it together any longer. She fell apart, sobbing, and scooted closer to him so he could her in his arms. He held her head to his chest, petting her hair and shushing her. There was a heavy smell of alcohol coming off of her.

She had never drank before, but everything that had happened lately was just tearing her apart. She thought the alcohol would help her deal with everything, but it just amplified every emotion. Her sobs turned into quiet screams, and Peter held her tighter. 

As her crying started to calm down, he loosened his grip, until she was barely sniffling and he just had his arm around her. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to him. He tightened his grip again. 

“Don’t apologize.”

“I don’t blame you. I don’t want you to think I blame you. I exploded, I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s ok, really.”

He wanted to bring up the bruise, but he didn’t know how. So he held her in silence. 

Eventually her phone went off, and she sat up, pulling away from him. 

“It’s Charlie, he’s looking for me. I should probably go.”

“Before you go,” he began, grabbing her hand before she could grab the door handle, “Can we please be friends again?” 

Her phone began to ring before she could answer him. 

“Peter, I really need to go.”

He let her hand go and got out of car to walk her back into the party. As they were crossing the street, Charlie walked out of the front door. Y/n began to slow down when she saw him. Peter glanced at her pale face, she looked like she was going to be sick. He couldn’t tell if it was because of all that she had had to drink or not. 

“What were you doing in Penis Parker’s car?” Charlies voice was harsh.

“Char, not here, please.”

“No, you cheating on me with this loser?”

His voice was gradually getting louder and angrier. 

“Charlie, please.”

“I can’t fucking believe you. Are you putting out for him, you certainly never did for me.”

“Please, stop,” her voice was quivering. Her fear was apparent. 

“I see you’re a little whore, just not for me,” Charlie spat, shoving her shoulder as he said the word whore. 

Peter stepped between them, gently pushing y/n behind him. “You really think it’s ok to treat her like that?”

“Why don’t you back the fuck off, Parker? She’s my girl, not your’s.” 

“You don’t deserve her.” 

With that, Charlie punched Peter in the face. Peter paused for a second, he wasn’t upset about the punch, but there was an anger building up in him over how Charlie was treating y/n. The image of the bruise he left on her flashed in his head, and Peter attack him. It only took about 5 second for Peter to take the taller boy down, which was a surprise to everyone. “Never touch her. Ever again,” Peter whispered, crouching down next to Charlies ear. 

Y/n was still standing behind him, staring at the boy on the ground. Peter turned away from him, ignoring the people murmuring and shuffling out of the house. 

“Y/n, are you ok?”

She couldn’t answer, she just shook her head no. 

He put his arm around her and guided her away from the scene. He opened the passenger door to his car and helped her sit inside. 

He got in the driver’s seat and drove off, glancing at her every few seconds to make sure that she was ok. 

“Where are we going?” she questioned quietly through her tears. 

“I’m taking you home. Is that ok?”

“Yeah… thank you Peter.”

“There’s no need to thank me. It’s the least I could do.”

“I’m not talking about the ride, Pete.”

He glanced over to see her staring back at him. 

“I couldn’t watch him talk to you like that. And I know he hurt you before. I just… I-I couldn’t…”

“Pete, I’m ok now. It’s fine.”

He pulled into her driveway and shut off the engine. 

“If it helps, we can be friends again,” she offered. 

They both chuckled. 

“Seriously though, I’m fine.”

“If he ever gives you any more trouble, you tell me. Ok?”

“I will. I think after tonight, if I have any trouble with anyone I’ll tell you. I mean you really beat the shit out of him. I really didn’t see that coming.”

Peter blushed and chuckled while she boasted about him. 

“Thanks for driving me home Pete. I should go inside.”

“Can I walk you to the door?”

“Of course.”

They walked out of the car and up to her front door where they both paused. He looked at her for a second before he reached out and pulled her close to him. She was reaching into her pocket to get her keys, but her arms flew from her pocket to his back, holding him back. 

He pulled away for a second, looking down into her eyes. He couldn’t help himself from leaning down and kissing her. He held her face in his hands gently as moved his lips against hers, her hands dragging up to his hair. 

He slowly pulled away and locked eyes with her again. 

“I’m sorry about what happened between us.”

“Peter, it’s not your fault. I already told you that.”

Her eyes were beginning to droop from exhaustion. 

“You should get to bed. You have my number, let me know if you need anything ok?”

“Ok Petey.”

“God, you know I hate when you call me that.”

“Which only makes it better.”

She stood on her toes and kissed him one more time, a huge smile on both of their faces. 

“Goodnight Peter.”

“Goodnight.”

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