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[itskotka]

happier

peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker, being the dumb self-sacrificial idiot he is, breaks up with you because he wants you to be happier. you’re left wondering what you did wrong, and he’s left with a self-induced broken heart. but on the 4th of july, you coincidentally meet him on the rooftop.

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: wrote very late at night with no editing, yes the characters are slightly problematic but who isn’t

Peter never wanted to leave you.

He needed to make that clear, even though he didn’t when he had left in a dramatic fashion that left you speechless. And for as many times as he said ‘I love you,’ the illusion seemed to fade away the second he walked out your door. You didn’t want to believe it, but he chose to leave, and that was the only thing clear about the situation.

So now he was sitting on a rooftop, reminiscing about where it all went wrong. A boom roared in the distance, leaving him on edge. It was the time of year when it was difficult to tell if they were fireworks or gunshots. Differentiating between cries for help and loud children was even worse. He thankfully saw a bright array of colors in the sky and let out a sigh of relief.

Even though it wasn’t intentional, he spotted you out of everyone from the view on the roof. For some reason, it was always you. You were sitting in the living room of a foreign apartment with another guy, smiling carefully. Peter’s body tensed as he realized he had been replaced. It wasn’t hard to imagine; you were beautiful and talented. Anybody was lucky to have you, and he was dumb enough to let you go.

The guy placed his hand in yours and Peter swore he was stabbed through the heart. You grinned back at him and relaxed at his touch. He had to remind himself that this was on him, even if it was intentional or not. The end was bound to come, he had figured. In the last weeks of your relationship, you both fell apart. There were too many tense late nights where you were up waiting and worrying for Peter. There were too many times that he came in through your window injured from reckless decisions. And maybe ending it was another one of those reckless, dangerous decisions.

But when you were the one who got hurt, Peter knew it was over.

The guilt overcame him entirely. The guilt of not being able to protect you and knowing that with him, you could never be happy. All Peter wanted was for you to be okay and for you to be happy. It seemed like he made both of those things untrue. And it killed him, inside and out.

So, he did what he thought he could to keep you safe and happier. As much as he definitely hated the guy you were with, you looked happier. His plan was working, only at the cost of his own happiness. He finally peeled his eyes off of you to acknowledge the light show and the ooh-ing and aah-ing of the crowd. It could distract him for a little while at least.

Unfortunately for him, the fireworks reminded him of you. You were together last year - strictly as friends - on the fourth. Everyone else retreated inside while you two stayed and watched the fireworks over the lake in the cool July air. You were forced to go inside once it started down pouring, but you loved every second of it. Peter loved every second he had with you, but he had to mess that up too.

He loved you, with everything he had, but he had to let you go. You deserved to find someone who could love you and protect you, and that could no longer be him. And although he watched you move on from a distance, he never uttered a word. After all, he left without explaining, and he can only imagine how badly he hurt you.

The thought destroyed Peter. He left you to stop hurting you, but he managed to do that without even being there. His stomach churned at the realization that maybe he didn’t do the right thing. But it was too late now. He turned his attention back to you, who pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek and walked to the door. Tears began forming in his eyes, and he didn’t care enough to stop them.

In a turn of coincidental events, you ended up landing on the same rooftop as your ex, Peter Parker. You simply wanted a place to breathe and take in the fireworks, but it seemed like your plans suddenly changed.

“Peter?” He jumped up and faced you. His eyes were red and his face was splotchy, which was a dead giveaway that he had been crying.

“Hi,” he quietly spoke. The silence was deafening between you, neither wanting to breathe another word. It had only been a month, but the month seemed to last a lifetime. Peter realized he needed to at least clear the air, even if he could no longer be the one to make you happy, “I’m sorry,” he blurted. You studied his face and recognized the purely genuine expression.

“Why did you do it?” He peered down to his feet and drew in a shallow breath. “You started acting weird before you did it, and then just left with just a goodbye? I can’t do this anymore? We were friends first, and I lost even that. Why?” You felt the anger releasing from your chest - anger that you tried to forget was there.

“I wanted to protect you. You got hurt, because of me, because of Spider-Man. I needed you to be okay,” he explained meekly, “And I needed you to be happy.” A sob rose from your throat. You were entirely wrong about the situation, and it made you feel terrible. You always knew Peter struggled with these feelings, so why didn’t you think of it when he ended things so abruptly after you broke your arm while he was on patrol? You wanted to break down right there in his arms and tell him everything was okay, but you couldn’t yet. “Say something, please,” Peter pleaded, voice full of concern.

“I… I thought you didn’t love me anymore. I thought you might’ve found someone new or not wanted me.” Watching his face, you thought he was about to break down instead of you. Another tear fell from his eyes, but he didn’t wipe it away.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You took a step closer to him, wanting to absorb his hurt and make it all go away. He looked deep into your eyes and suddenly a flicker of jealousy flashed across his face. “Who’s the guy? I saw you. He… He makes you happy.” You almost rolled your eyes at the statement.

“Justin. And I just told him we aren’t going anywhere.” Peter’s eyes jumped back to yours.

“But- Why?”

“You are such an idiot.” He ignored you.

“If he makes you happy, why wouldn’t you stay?” This time you did roll your eyes back at him.

“Because you make me happier. You always have and you always will.” Three fireworks exploded at that moment, one in the air and two in your hearts.

“I’m so, so sorry I did that to you. I got scared, and I shouldn’t have. I trust you. And I love you-”

“Oh shut up already,” you interrupted. You leaned forward and kissed him with all the feeling you had left.

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[theshakykid]

En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 5

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Mentions of naked people lol.

Peter saw (Y/N) three days later. She was lounging on the main deck, her head immersed in a book. Huge black sunglasses framed her face. Her white sundress was slightly sheer, leaving Peter's face a burning red.

He walked past her, hiding his face behind the photo album he was holding. Peter was too concerned with not getting noticed that he didn't see the woman standing in front.

"Oh my- Watch where you're going," the woman yelled, pushing him out of the way.

His mission of not getting noticed was now futile.

"Peter?! Hey, it's been quite some time since we've seen. I tried looking for you, but this ship is huge," (Y/N) giggled, removing the sunglasses off her face.

"H... Hey (Y/N), I was a little busy with some things so... uhm... yeah," Peter answered, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Come on, why are you still standing there? Sit here."

Peter reluctantly walked up to her and sat down on the nearest chair. He placed his album behind him, trying to hide it from her.

"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just an album."

"An album? Of what?"

"Some... Uh... photos. That I took."

"Okay, you can't say that and not show me," (Y/N) grinned.

Peter sighed and opened it. He knew there was no way for him to deter her from looking at it.

He flipped through to the first page, gesturing her to get closer. The photo was of an old woman. Her hair almost completely white, save for a few strands in front of her face. She is sitting on a chair under a tree. A crochet hook hung from her hands.

"This is Bridget. I met her when I went to Germany."

"Is that a spruce tree?"

Peter hummed and replied, "She sits under it till the sun sets, waiting for her husband to return home."

"Is he not going to come back?"

"No, he died during the Vietnam War," Peter replied, his mouth upturned into a poignant smile. He flipped to the next photo. A man in his forties. He's sitting in a bar. The neon pink hair tie around his wrist contrasted against the light-yellow beer he was holding.

"This is Ivan. Met him at a Russian bar. He lost his daughter to cancer a few years back. He carries one of her scrunchies wherever he goes."

(Y/N) looked at the picture, and then up at Peter. For somebody who claims to be a casual photographer, he's really good at capturing the feel of the person being photographed.

Peter flipped through some more photos of people, but as soon as he reached the middle of the book, he quickly closed it.

"Wait, what happened? Is that all?" (Y/N) asked, confused why he did that.

"Uh yeah, yeah. That's it. I didn't take anymore," Peter replied, his fingers fiddling with each other.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes and grabbed the book before he could stop her.

She flipped past the middle of the book to be met with-

"Is this a naked woman?!" (Y/N) gasped, getting distasteful looks from the people nearby.

"Shh, don't yell that out loud! Yes, it is. And before you call me a perv-"

"Uh, too late, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! It's art, ok? Like those photos we saw below deck."

"Uh huh, right," (Y/N) gazed at him with squinted eyes, not believing his claims.

"Fine, look at the next one," Peter tensed, taking the book from her hands. He went to the next page, and the one after that.

It was photos of women... and men.... either half-naked or completely nude. But (Y/N) could see what Peter was implying. It wasn't anything lewd or vulgar. It was simply, art.

"D... Do you understand now?" Peter squeaked; worry etched into his crimson face.

"Mm, Sort of."

"At least you don't think of me as a perv?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Peter let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, ignoring (Y/N)'s look of amusement.

"Hey, what did you mean by that?" Peter started. He sat upright again and balanced his photo album on his lap.

"By what?"

"That day in the bar. You said it was quite some time since you truly smiled?"

(Y/N) took in a deep breath.

"Nothing. I was just drunk," she replied, her mouth drawn into a thin line. Her face suddenly lit up, almost as quickly as it went down. "Hey, let's do something. Come on, follow me."

Peter sighed and got up, following her out of the main deck. He already knew it was going to be something crazy. Fortunately, he liked crazy.

"Can I know where exactly we're going?" Peter asked, walking with a slight skip to his step.

"My room," (Y/N) grinned.

They stopped in front of a white door. (Y/N) swiped her key card and got in. It was a big suite. There was only one bedroom and bathroom, but it was much more spacious compared to Peter's place.

"What do you want to do?" Peter asked, sitting on her bed.

"Can you take a photo of me?" (Y/N) asked, grabbing a camera from one of the cupboards. "This camera belongs to my fiancé, Sean. You met him in that bar, remember? I want you to take a photo of me with this."

"Uhm, ok sure. Just sit somewhere and strike a pose," Peter shrugged. He took the camera and adjusted the settings.

"But there's a catch," (Y/N) said with a glint in her eye.

"Which is?"

"You should take a photo of me, wearing this necklace."

(Y/N) held up a blue pendant necklace. The locket was in the shape of a heart. The blue gemstone glistened under the sunlight coming in through the window.

"Wearing only this."

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[verybadatwriting]

A Vigilante's Guide to Saving Spiders

Summary: A new villain has recently sprouted up on the Avenger’s radar. They don’t seem like much of a threat so Stark tasks the greenest Avenger to deal with it. 

Warnings: Injuries, descriptions of murder & dead bodies, electricity, cursing, mentions of rape and abuse, (nothing described, just references), antihero/villian reader (depends on how you look at it) 

Notes: Reader can summon and control unbreakable sheets of a substance that feel like glass, referred to as sheets, panes, panels, etc. References to events in AOS.  I messed with point of view a little itty bit.

Gn!reader

Word count:4,094

–Peter’s point of view–

“Hey kid,” Mr. Stark said, sitting across from Peter and sliding a folder across the table, “You’ve been wanting a solo assignment for a while, so here it is.”

“What’s it about?” Peter said, picking up the folder.

“There’s a strange string of murders. The police recently admitted they have no clue how to handle it, and passed it off to us. Apparently, they’ve been going on for years. You don’t need me to tell you this, it’s all in the folder. See ya around kid.” He stood up, leaving the sixteen year old alone at the table.

Peter inspected the pages closely. Dozens of seemingly unconnected murders had happened in the last three years. No fingerprints, no signs of a struggle or anything. Half the time there was a note near the body, signed ‘D.M.’ explaining what the person did wrong, other times there was none. 

The strangest part: Every single victim was left in the shape of a cube.

How on Earth does that happen?

–Y/n’s point of view, a few days later–

You conjured another pane and used it to press the man against the wall.

“P-Please!” He yelled, “I don’t know who you are!”

“Shh.” You said, “The neighbors might hear, Mr. Brandon.” With that, you used your ability to move him to the center of the room. For now, the invisible box of panes was large enough for him to stand in. For now.

“You don’t know who I am, although I am sure you know Ms. Eliza Weaver.” 

The man’s face drained of blood.

“How do you… I already served my time! I’m done!”

“Shh…” You repeated, “I know you think you atoned for what you did. You served a few months for ruining her life. That doesn’t quite seem fair, now does it?”

“She was asking for it!” He attempted to defend himself, and he started banging on the magical sheets of glass suspending him. They didn’t break, and never would.

“No. She wasn’t.” As you said that, you closed your fist and the panes crushed the man into a perfect cube. Before leaving, you carefully placed a note on the floor a few feet away from where he’d land.

Here lies Tray Brandon,

Raped Eliza Weaver, for which he was jailed for only a few years. 

Released on good behavior

Eliza can tell you more about his behavior. 

It was anything but good.

-D. M.

You always left notes like this for the people you voluntarily killed. They had it coming, honestly. As you opened the window, you breathed in deeply. Another monster was gone. Glancing down at your watch, you saw you had time for a quick snack. You maneuvered the panel beneath your feet slowly to the ground. You exited through a window facing the alley. 

It’s possible someone saw you, but that’s okay. You were wearing a black, long sleeved shirt and similar jeans. The one identifying feature was the bulldog mask you stole from a Watchdog. They’d tried to capture you about two years ago, since they were against anyone who got their powers from Terragenesis.

Because of your connections, you had been warned. They’d set up a trap, which you knew about. You managed to fight off the dozen who were crouched in wait, all while staying out of their sight. In their hurry to escape, one had left behind his mask. 

You slid it on, and found it fit perfectly. So you’d been using it. Partially to keep your identity secret, partially to mock them. The bulldog shaped mask was a pleasing mix of white and silver, with large yellow-tinted teeth and red gums.

As you reached the ground, you slid the mask off and into your bag stashed there. You threw on the jacket stashed inside, and you were ready to perfectly blend into the streets. The afternoon sun shone down, you ate a very lunch, and soon started heading to your next destination. 

It was evening by the time you arrived, and the invitation said to arrive around dusk. You circled the block once, on the opposite side of the street, taking moderate precautions so as to not be seen. Noting every window you could jump out of, where you could slip away unnoticed and unfollowed, that sort of thing.

The sun set and the streetlights buzzed on, you slid on your mask, approached the side entrance, and knocked, just as instructed.

“Who’s there?” A voice called from inside.

“Pest Control.” You said unenthusiastically. The door opened and you walked in. There was a short corridor. The walls were lit every few feet with intricate candleholders, which now held lightbulbs. You imagined that not too long ago this would have been a mighty house. Now the carpet smelled and was covered in unidentifiable stains.

“Right this way.” The man who answered the door said. He wasn’t tall, nor short, although his dress pants seemed slightly too long for him. His shirt was untucked and wrinkled. He led you to a door, and motioned for you to enter after him.

“Sir,” He said, “Here is ‘Pest Control.’”

“Mhmm.” The man sitting at the table nodded.

“Hello, sir.” You said curtly.

“Mx. Dog Mask,” The unkempt man said, addressing you. You didn’t particularly mind the name you’d gained. In fact, you’d started signing your notes ‘D.M.’ because of it. It’s just that it made you sound a little too much like a servant, someone who would perform tricks on command. Someone who would beg for scraps. And that wasn’t you.

“This is Mr.--” He tried to continue but you cut him off.

“I know who he is.” You said, “I did my research before deciding to work with y’all. No introductions needed. Who do you need gone and where is he?”

“Harris Kingsly.” the man said, slightly taken aback at your abruptness, but went along with it. “We think he’ll be lying low somewhere. We’re… not sure where…”

“A name’s all I need.” You assured him. “Do you have a message you want him to hear before he goes?”

“No.” He sat back in his chair, relieved that you didn’t need more information. “We just need him gone.”

“Understood.” You rolled your shoulders back, ready to leave. “One more question, how much are you offering for this?”

“Fourteen grand.” He said immediately. 

“You got it.” The two of you crossed the room, and shook hands. You hadn’t met this newest gang before, but you liked how naive they were. They seemed to almost be afraid of you. As you turned to leave, the man said something.

“One more thing,” He called, “No witnesses.”

“That’s how I operate.”

Five hours of research and waiting later, you arrived at an unassuming apartment building. From your prior experience, you knew this was a hiding place for one of the many gangs. It wasn’t your first time here. It was a little strange, you thought that its gang had abandoned it a while ago.

Dawning your mask, you summoned a panel and silently flew towards the window. You opened it, careful to not disturb anything on the windowsill as you entered. The apartment was meant to look empty. You could see the flaws. The packages of food on the counter couldn't have been old, or else the mice would’ve eaten it.

There, the bedroom. A slight creak had alerted you to the presence of another. You inched around the corner. If you remembered right – you usually did – the room had a single window. Too small for a man of Harris Kingsly’s size to fit through. No need to block it off. You rounded the corner and swiftly opened the door and saw… Nothing. 

The unexpectedness was just enough to keep you from noticing the figure on the ceiling above you. As you stepped further into the room, he dropped down behind you, and closed the door. You wheeled around, and was faced with a red-clad man. He didn’t seem like a huge threat, so you decided to wait till he threw the first punch.

“Dog Mask!” He said, “You’re coming with me!”

You cocked your head to the side. Why did this guy seem familiar?

“Who do you think you are?”

“I’m an Avenger.” He said. Wow. You knew you were well-known in the city’s underbelly, but you never thought you’d draw the attention of Avengers.

“Well,” You said, “You know? This is the closest to catching me anyone's ever gotten to catching me. Congrats, you set a record. You heard my voice.”

“I plan on bringing you in.”

“How?” This guy’s strange mix of confidence with uncertainty was amusing.

“You’ve never fought anyone like me.” He slung a web towards you, which landed on your forearm. You yanked on it, flinging him across the room. You stepped forward and turned, your back now against the door. He seemed a little surprised, but rolled with it. 

Flurries of punches were exchanged, with Spider-Man utilizing the furniture to dodge and maneuver. More than once you were locked in a staring match, him on the ceiling where you couldn’t reach him till one of you twitched and set the fight off again. During one of these pauses, you spoke.

“Tell me,” You said, a little out of breath, “Was Harris Kingsly ever real?”

“Nah, I made him up to lure you. The new gang, too.”

“I’ll be better about vetting my jobs in the future.”

You fought for a good fifteen minutes before you started getting tired. 

“You know, Spider-Man,” You said, “It’s been fun.” Conjuring three panels, you trapped him in the corner. 

“What the heck!” He exclaimed as he was moved. “Woah. What was that?” 

“Simply sheets of unbreakable material.” 

“Oh. Unbreakable?” 

“Mhm. But don’t worry.” You said, opening the door to leave, “They’ll disappear in an hour or so. Once I’m long gone. Normally I don’t leave witnesses. Today I’ll make an exception. For your sake, I hope I never see you again.”

You would have to lie low for a few weeks. An encounter with an Avenger wasn’t ideal. You were being too open, your alias flew around the underbelly of the city, but now it was wafting above. The last real job would pay you enough to get by. Most things were easily acquired from one of those ‘Centers For Less-Fortunate Teens.’ 

With a few strategic donations, you’d convinced one center to allow you access to showers and food without any official documentation. They only knew you by your first name, Y/n.

After stopping by there for dinner and a shower, you arrived home. It was an abandoned warehouse, complete with mold, leakes, and rusty pipes. A smaller side office was converted into your bedroom. A twin-sized bed pushed against the back wall, and a table and chair perpendicular to that.

The table was scattered with papers. It would seem like a mess to anyone else, but there was a method to the madness. Police reports next to newspaper clippings, organized by crime. 

You thought about going to sleep, or doing a bit more research on a possible next target. The fight earlier still had you thinking, though. Why hadn’t you seen this hero before? Was he really an Avenger? How’d he figure out where you’d be?

Those questions motivated you to do a deep dive on him. Hours of searching yielded no results. Spider-Man was a blank slate. He’d first appeared in newspaper clippings a few months back, stopping petty theft, small-scale robberies, and things of that nature. 

For a straight week, you buried yourself in this work, and yet nothing came of it. A few more days passed, and you received a request for a job. Basic find and return type stuff, and it was from a group you’d worked with in the past, the Blue Growlers.

You met up with their liaison in an alleyway, who laid out the details.

“Hello there.”

“Hey.” You said through your mask.

“Here’s the basics.” He handed you an envelope which contained a fat wad of cash, a picture, a name, and an address. 

“We need him back. $3,500 paid up front, and twenty five hundred once you return him.”

“The usual, no witnesses?”

“Mhm.”

“Alrighty,” You tucked the packet into your jacket pocket, “Can I ask why y’all are willing to pay so much to get a child back?”

“Eddie’s the boss’s kid.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Pleasure doing business with you.”

The child was being held at the main base of the rival gang. The Diamond Bulls.  You knew their base like the back of your hand, from the countless times they’d hired you. If all went right, they’d never have to know tonight was you, and you could continue getting jobs from them. The Diamond Bulls were one of your biggest paying customers, and frequent ones, too. Logically, you knew that they wouldn’t find out, but deep down you worried. 

Silently, you floated on a pane up the side of the building. You drifted from window to window and peered inside. A few windows later, you saw a kid playing in the dark. Just as you were about to open the window, you spotted another child. Had the Diamond Bulls abducted two? Or was this kid unrelated?

Either way, you still had to retrieve the boy. You opened the window, and quietly entered. The kids were young, around four years old. As soon as they saw you, they dove back into the bed, and pretended to be asleep.

“Is one of you Eddie?” You asked. They gave no reply.

“It’s okay, your dad just sent me to bring you back home.” From under the blankets, you heard a whispered conversation.

“I believe her.”

“But I want you to stay and play!”

“We could have a playdate?”

“Mm… Okay.”

The boys poked their heads out of the blanket. 

“I’ll go with you.” Eddie said. “But can it wait a few minutes? I wanna keep playing with my friends.”

“I’m sorry Eddie, but we’ve gotta go now.” You shook your head, “Your dad’s really worried about you.”

“No no no!” Eddie stomped his feet, “I want to play longer!”

“Kid quit it.” You warned, but it was too late. Someone had heard him. A man walked into the room.

“Kid you’re supposed to be asleep! Oh.” He said, “It’s you.”

“Mhm.” You flung him against the wall, and used a pane to decapitate him in a single stroke. Scooping up Eddie, you covered his mouth with one hand, and created a panel with the other. Once on the ground, you didn’t slow down. 

Not long later, you showed up at the Blue Growler’s front door with a kid tucked under your arm and a bloody hand. He was welcomed with open arms. When someone tried to hand you the rest of your payment, you declined.

“What?” He asked, “Why?”

“I didn’t complete the job to the agreed upon specifications.” You said, handing back the payment from earlier, “In other words: I failed.”

“But the kid’s home safe, how did you fail?”

“I left a witness.”

From that day on you never got any work from the Blue Growlers, or the Diamond Bulls. They didn’t like failure, or being backstabbed. For a good stretch, you had to take every job you could. The smaller gangs you now worked with were worse at the whole ‘secrecy’ thing. So, Spider-Man often intercepted you.

You two had a few interactions, but you usually beat him. If you weren’t winning, you always made sure to get out of there before being captured was a real threat. It became a stalemate, neither one of you ever truly beating the other. He saw your attacks coming, and you could counter his.

One night someone contacted you to discuss a job.  All he wanted was for you to destroy a power plant. If it was for less, you would have pressed further, but since the pay was more than you’d make in a year, you decided it was worth it.

After obtaining proof that he could pay, you started planning. 

The night finally came.

You were suited up, crouched on the roof of the power station. The squat main building was made of metal, concrete, and glass, one side was open to the air and filled with cables and wires strung back and forth. That’s one thing you’d have to be cautious of. There was a platform right in front of them from which you could fling panes into the inner workings of the station.

Just before the arranged time of 2:15, you dropped into the room. You conjured  a panel and readied it. Waiting, you stood with your back to the wires. 

Your watch beeped, prompting you to launch the first panel in an arc in front of you, tearing through metal with a horrible scraping sound. An alarm started blaring. As you pulled back for another round, a spider’s web wrapped around it.

“Hey!” The familiar voice shouted from somewhere in the rafters, “You can’t just wreck the place!”

“Hello again Spidey. Come to try to capture me again?”

“No! I’m here to stop you from tearing this power plant apart!”

“You’re a little late for that.” You said, motioning at the damage your first attack had done.

“Yeah, well. Not everybody’s perfect.” He flung himself at you, and managed to land a kick to your back, sending you flying forward. You thunked against a rail, and flicked a panel at him, propelling him to the side. Strange, he could normally see your attacks coming.

“How’d you even find out I was here?” You asked. Taking a good look at him, you could see his suit was a little tattered.

“Your crazy boss started ranting about his evil plan to shut off the city’s power after I beat him.” 

“I wasn’t aware I had a crazy boss.”

He slung a web and darted away just as a panel slammed into the wall. His footing was off. Sloppy. He didn’t swing right. Nevertheless, you lost your visual on him as he ascended into the rafters.

“Yeah, he was a weird one.” His voice echoed. “Did you ever think about the ethics of working for a madman bent on city-domination?”

“I never actually met him. Guess I shouldn’t trust strange men I meet on the internet?” You joked, catching a glimpse of red in the darkness.

“That’s for sure,” He laughed. “About the ethics, though. How do you reason through destroying a power plant?”

“First off, good pay.” You said, “Second, I figured this probably wouldn’t kill anyone since hospitals generally have a backup generator.” Without looking, you hurled a pane where you had seen him seconds prior, but he wasn’t there. Instead he came from behind you, and kicked you backwards. You dragged him with you, and while tumbling, you managed to fling him off.

Directly into the live wires behind you.

A horrible screaming filled the air. They sounded terrified. The scent of charred flesh clogged the air. Quickly, you slashed the lines using a panel. He dropped to the ground draped in power cables and covered in burns. 

“Help!” He cried, “May! Please help me!”

Gasping for breath, he tore his mask off, revealing a much younger face than you’d anticipated.

“Wait, fuck.” You said, walking over, “How old are you?”

“What?” He wheezed.

“Just tell me.”

“I’m fifteen.” He answered. Immediately, your demeanor shifted from cold and gloating, to intensely concerned.

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry. You’re with the Avengers, right? They’ve probably got a doctor or something at their tower.” As you knelt down next to him, you reached out a hand, and he flinched.

“Shh,” You said, mentally mapping out the fastest route to Avengers Tower, “It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Peter.”

“Okay Peter, I’m gonna get you help.” You reached your arms around him and lifted. Standing, with him like a backwards backpack, you stepped onto a panel. Since you needed to move your arms to move them, you’d just make a temporary path and leap from sheet to sheet.

“I need you to keep talking, can you do that?”

“Yeah.” He said, “I think so.”

You started running on your path above the half-darkened city, and he quietly mumbled about his aunt. Sometimes his voice would trail off, and the first two times you could prompt him and he’d keep talking. 

“Peter?” You asked breathlessly, “You were telling me about your friend Ned.”

No reply.

Pausing for a brief moment to readjust, you glanced down. A hundred stories off the ground, dizzying. All you could do was focus on conjuring the next panel in front of you and leaping to it. Again and again. The cold night air swept past you as you ran. 

Finally, your feet touched down on a windowsill, and you bolted inside.

By sheer luck, you stumbled into the med bay. It was empty, but you could hear the sounds of laughter echoing from a distant room. You laid Peter down on one of the beds, and rushed towards the noise. 

The corridor opened onto a balcony overlooking a small party. It looked like the Avengers and a few friends.

“Hey!” You screamed, “There’s a burnt bitch in your med bay. He needs a doctor.” Two people got up and followed you back to Peter. One was Captain America, and the other was a woman you didn’t recognize. 

“Tell me what happened.” She said as she started assessing Peter.

“Fight at the power plant, and I flung him into a web of live wires.”

“How long has he been unconscious?”

“He blacked out three or so minutes ago.”

She nodded and continued working. By now Stark had joined y’all, and upon recognizing the mask that still covered your face, he told the Captain to escort you to a cell. You knew that if you left you might never know if Peter survived, plus you were exhausted from the fight and sprinting across New York, so you went without argument. They did take your mask, which made you feel strangely vulnerable.

And so, the next morning you found yourself contained in a cylindrical glass cell. Captain Rogers himself came to talk with you.

“Morning.” He said.

“Hey.” You faced away from him.

“I’m Steve Rogers. What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/n.”

“What were you doing at the power plant?”

“Destroying it.”

“Why?”

“Somebody paid me to.”

“Did you know you were assisting in terrorism?”

“Eh,” You shrugged, “I could’ve made an educated guess maybe.”

“You could have helped to kill countless people!”

“Don’t pretend you’re so high and mighty. You send a child out to fight me!”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean?’” You turned to face him, realization dawning, “Oooh! Stark didn’t tell you?” You laughed at him for a solid few seconds.

“Cut it out and explain.”

“Sure, sure. I just find it funny that you didn’t know Spider-Man is fifteen. The Avengers, always talking about Saving the World, Morals, and Doing the Right Thing, sent a kid into battle with a known killer!”

“We didn’t know. I swear we didn’t know!”

“It still happened, whether you knew or not. How is he?”

“Dr. Cho managed to stabilize him.” He sighed, and looked down at a set of questions he was supposed to ask, “But we’re getting off topic.” He asked general questions, what are your motives, how did you get your powers, that kinda thing.

“You say these panels of glass you make are unbreakable,” Steve said, “Why haven’t you escaped yet?”

“I don’t really have a reason to.” You replied, “Here I get to chat with interesting fellows such as yourself. Trust me, if I wanted out, I would be.”

“I find that hard to believe. I think we caught you and you just don’t want to admit it to yourself."

“Listen to me closely,” You said, slamming a panel through the glass, shattering the entire wall. Shards of glass tinkled onto the floor around you.

“If I wanted to leave, I would.”

After they got you contained again, and through a lot more conversations with Steve, you came to the agreement that you would stay at Avengers Tower, and become a part of the team. In exchange, they would cover up any of your past clashes with the law. Also, you would have the opportunity to work with Spider-Man, if he ever decided to forgive you.

#peter parker #spider man #marvel #avengers #teen reader #peterparkerxreader #avengersxreader #teen!reader #gn!reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x you

[burnthoneydrops]

Is That my Sweatshirt?

Synopsis: Peter as Spider-Man knows you, but you only know of Peter. So when Spider-Man shows up at your window, things get a little bit sticky. (gn! reader)

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, mention of blood/injuries/trying to stitch up a wound

Word Count: 1,425 A/N: Well here’s my first attempt at an imagine! Let me know what you think and feel free to request anything else you’d like to see! :)

You were seated at your desk, trying desperately to survive the horror that was your current math homework. Scratching the side of your head with the end of your pencil, you drifted off for a moment, noticing the rain that was softly tapping upon your window. The curtains were drawn, but the sound alone gave enough comfort to make up for the lack of visuals. When you looked back down at the textbook that was flopped open on your desk, the numbers and directions all blurring together, you decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. You slowly rubbed your hands up and down the sides of your face, pulling the skin lightly as you did so. Thunder rolled through, sounding so very close to your building and you flinched before running a hand through your hair and standing up. The rain grew louder against your window as you walked over to your bed, grabbing the sweatshirt you stole from Peter during your last homework “date” off the end.

Peter Parker must be the most oblivious boy on the planet. Not that you had tried to be outright with your feelings for him, but you definitely weren’t great at hiding it. Even Ned had asked you about it, and you couldn’t exactly not tell him. Especially not when he was hoarding the newest LEGO set from you and wouldn’t let you help him build it until you answered him. Now lunch periods were filled with wiggling eyebrows and suffocated laughter from the dark haired boy as Peter continued to look completely over your head. You just hoped that your death glares back at Ned weren’t as obvious as they felt. It’s not like Peter was around much to notice his two best friends bickering more than usual anyway, with him ditching classes and group hang outs more times than you could count with both hands. You tried not to show that you minded much, but making plans and then having them fall right out from under you was never fun. 

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you slipped the sweatshirt over your head, pulling your hair out from under the lining. You took a deep breath and noticed that Peter’s cologne was still stuck in the fabric, a light smile coming to your face as a result. You were brought out of your little daydream when the rain grew incredibly loud, almost as if targeting your window specifically. Lightly gliding your feet across the floor, you made your way over to the window, pulling the curtains back just slightly. What you saw might as well have given you a heart attack. There, staring straight back at you, was the one and only Spider-Man. He was precariously situated against your window, the thin ledge being the only thing keeping him from the ground. 

“Can I get some help here?” He called, the rain and the glass muffling it. 

You quickly moved forward, unlocking the window and pushing it open. Spider-Man crawled through, landing almost immediately on your floor. Well that’s going to leave a watermark, you thought, though not for long as you quickly remembered that the literal Spider-Man was now in your room. 

“Holy shit, are you ok?” You asked, noticing he was breathing heavily and holding his side. 

“Yeah just a little,” he paused to take a deep breath, “run in with some bad guys. You know how it is”. 

“Actually no but that’s besides the point,” you sighed, “Do you need medical attention?”

Spider-Man raised the hand that was attached to his side and revealed quite the stain of blood that had come through his suit. 

“I guess you could say that,” he tried to laugh. 

“That looks like it needs to be seen by a doctor, not someone in their apartment bedroom!” you hissed, trying not to wake up your parents. 

“No! No medical rooms, no hospitals, no nothing. Please,” he replied. 

“For god’s sake, ok fine. Stay here,” you said as you went to go grab whatever you could gather. 

“Yep, sounds like a plan,” Spider-Man muttered as you walked away. 

You raced to the bathroom, grabbing everything you could think of. How in the hell did this happen? You tried not to think about the circumstance too much, instead focusing on the fact that you had someone who needed looking after. After gathering as much as you could fit under your arms, you moved back to your room, Spider-Man still in the same spot you had left him in. 

“Do you think you could move up to my bed? It would make it easier than having you on the floor,” you asked, dumping the supplies in a pile. 

“Yeah just one,” he hissed as he tried to stand up, “never mind”.

“Here, let me help,” you moved over to him, putting his free arm over your shoulder and your arm around his side. 

Though it took some effort, you two eventually made it on your bed, laying him down as comfortably as you could while still being able to see the wound. 

“Ok, we’re going to have to get you out of that suit. Do you think you can do that?” You asked, looking over to see if there was an easy way out of it. He nodded his head yes, giving you permission to move forward. 

“Press the little icon at the front,” he instructed seemingly through gritted teeth. 

As you did so, the suit appeared to shrink, quickly removing itself from him. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that you now had a suitless Spider-Man on your bed. Looking at the now exposed wound a little closer, it looked like a series of cuts that were running along his side. It was as if some animal had slashed him with its claws. 

“How the hell did this even happen?” you questioned, not noticing that he continued to keep his mask on. 

“Some crazy new weapons the bad guys have now,” he responded, hissing slightly as you began to clean the area. 

“Sorry, forgot this might sting a little”. 

“A little, uh huh”. 

“There, now for some stitching,” you commented once you had finished cleaning the cuts. You grabbed the needle and thread, silently thanking whatever was above that your mother kept random medical supplies around. 

As you gingerly weaved the thread through the exposed skin, you couldn’t help but think about the hilarity of the situation at hand. No one would believe you if you chose to tell them. Peter and Ned might, but even you had to admit it sounded a little crazy, and you were the one living through it. Out of all the people the famed New York superhero could have chosen to go to, he chose to come to you. Whether or not he chose your apartment because of you specifically was a question for another time. 

“I think I’m done,” you sighed, putting the supplies back down in the pile and rubbing your hand over your forehead. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied. 

You scoffed, “yeah, no problem”. He sat up slightly, staring at you as if really looking at you for the first time. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, lightly joking, as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. 

“Well I did just kinda crash in here, so I didn’t really notice who exactly I was talking to”. 

“You’re saying you were fine with crashing into a complete stranger’s apartment at night when it’s raining?” “I could see your light was on!” he replied a little too quickly. 

Deciding now was not the time to question it, you shook your head. “Do you think you’ll be able to make it back without popping a stitch?” 

“Oh yeah, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve swung while healing,” he chuckled lightly. Spider-Man stood up carefully and tapped his suit again, this time making it fit back onto his body. He looked over at you once again. 

“Ok well, I guess you know where I live now so-”

“Is that my sweatshirt?” You had accidentally talked over each other. You looked at him for a moment, not sure if you heard what you thought you heard. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“Uh- nothing!” He exclaimed, having realised that he said that out loud, “I gotta go!” With that, he had opened your window and crawled out into the storm. 

You shook your head, beyond confused at this point. 

“What the hell just happened?”

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[dracoslittleangel]

tasm spiderman is just >>> so ofc I'll need to request something with him

aCK OKAy maybe fem!reader was sick or had a bad day and he's comforting her 😭😭 that's such a cute idea omg

a/n: so sorry for taking so long but im back to writing!!! I think im gonna make it a headcanon coz i'll have to read more full length fics of tasm peter to write one. anyways, i tried my best and this is my first time writing tasm peter parker.

It was past midnight and you were still up, trying to complete your assignments until it was too much and you started silently crying, your head in your hands.

You heard the window of your room click open but didn't look up to see who it was, knowing it was your boyfriend Peter who just returned from his night patrolling.

The moment his caramel eyes landed on your slumped figure, his heart broke.

He quickly got out of his spiderman suit and into his pyjamas that he left at yours for whenever he comes over.

"Y/N, baby", he whispered as he kneeled down in front of you and took your hands away from your face to look at your eyes.

His concerned eyes met your frustated ones and his stomach dropped at your state.

"What's wrong?", he asked with worried eyes as he wiped your tears and got up from his previous position, hands still on your cheeks.

"I-I had a very b-bad day and I h-have to sub-submit these assignments p-positively-", you managed to speak in between cries before getting interrupted.

"Shhh, baby. It's okay, it will be fine, you'll be fine. Trust me, I'll help you,yeah?", he said while taking you up in his strong,muscular arms,wrapping your legs around his torso.

He gently laid you down on the bed before covering your cold body with a blanket.

He kissed your forehead and joined you under the covers before you shifted towards him and rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He rubbed your back soothingly and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"You are a strong girl, my girl. My bug.", he told you.

He kissed your temple every now and then before he finally placed a kiss on your plump lips.

"I love you so much, bug", he whispered when you were almost asleep.

"I love you more", you sleepily mumbled at which he chuckled.

That was the last thing you heard before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

You woke up to something falling and saw Peter picking up your books and pen stand.

You furrowed your eyes in confusion and muttered," What are you doing?"

He looked at you in surprise.

"Oh..didn't mean to wake you up. I just got done with your assignments and I was packing your books and I accidently tripped on-"

"You-you completed my assignments?, you asked, your eyes filling with tears. How did you get so lucky?

"Well yeah-baby why are you crying?", he rushed over to you and took you in his arms.

"Thank you. I love you so much", you didn't give him the chance to respond as you smashed your lips onto his, pouring all the love you had for him into the kiss.

(Also,just imagine there's nothing like morning breath)

tags: @siriusblackstwin

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[deceasedshadow]

Peter : Where's Y/N?

Wanda : I saw her outside a minute ago.

Tony : Its Fucking raining!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Y/N Outside in the pouring rain with a sword*

Y/N : Is this what you want?

Y/N : STRIKE ME DOWN ZEUS, YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS

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[modernstoner]

Grey Hair| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, sorry for not updating I wasn’t too motivated lately. THIS IS SO BAD BUT TRY TO ENJOY IT OML

Summary: While Peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

Warning: none. (Y/n) is bit dramatic lol

w/c: 687

~*~

You were tired. Like very very tired. You just wanted to relax in your dorm with your boyfriend, Peter. 

“How was school today?” Peter asked you, positioning himself so you and him could cuddle.

“Horrible. I witnessed Mr. Carson getting a blowjob under the desk.” You gagged thinking about it while Peter snaked his arm around your waist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Isn’t he like 60?”

“He is kinda hot.” You teasingly watched as Peter got jealous and threw a nearby pillow at you.

You dodged, getting up from the couch, getting into a fighting position. “Are you seriously going to fight me? Spider-man? A superhero?” Peter smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You might be spider-man but I grew up with my grandma throwing slippers at me.” You got the pillow that Peter used it on you and you yeeted at him with all of your strength combined. 

Peter pretended to be hurt by yelling ‘ouch’ and fell on the ground, softly. “Oh my god. My girlfriend is stronger than me! Please, tell my family I love them. Our saviour and god, Lord Farquaad shall take me to the heaven.”

You were laughing your ass off at Peter’s dramatic but yet, ridiculous speech. “You’re saviour and god is Lord Farquaad?”

“Yeah, why not? He looks like Noah Schnapp when he was in the first season of Stranger Things.” He shrugged, fixing his messed up hair.

“Netflix really did him dirty with that hair.” You agreed, deciding to sit on the floor, your back against the couch.

“Your hair looks like shit.” Peter commented as you dramatically gasped.

“How dare you insult my gorgeous hair.” You flicked your hair as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Literally. It looks like shit. Let me fix it.” He said, siting on the couch and you sat between his leg.

His finger started to brush your tangled hair making you yelp in pain. He mumbled a sorry. You started to relax, Peter always did an amazing job comforting or relaxing you. You sighed, starting to fall asleep when Peter said; “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes closed, refusing to open them.

“I just found a grey hair.” He said. Now that has caught your attention. 

You opened your eyes, quickly getting up, looking down at Peter who was siting on the couch. “What?” You asked, carefully not to scare him.

Peter gulped, beginning to feel his palm sweat. “Grey h-hair in your h—”

“Oh my god!” You screamed in pure agony.

“(Y/n), baby, I — “

“I’m old!” You cried, kneeling down, putting your hand on your hair, rocking yourself back and fourth.

“(Y/n), It’s not a big deal. I—”

“Not a big deal?”

Oh no.

“Not a big deal? Really, Parker? I am becoming old. I—I’m dying.” You cried even more.

“You’re 22. You are not dy—”

“I can feel myself dying, Peter. I can see my grandma from Heaven.” 

Peter sighed, obviously regretting to mention about a one strand of grey hair. “Peter.” You said in a very warning tone.

Peter hummed in response, just observing your tears coming from your eyes. “If I die, Peter...you’re coming with me.”

Peter already knew you were going to say that but he couldn’t understand if it was a joke or not. “O-Okay. If it makes you happy.”

He watched as more started to come from your eyes. “No, you stupid simp. If I die, you find someone better—” You were cut by Peter kissing you.

You kissed back, a single drop of tear coming from your eyes and Peter wiped it off. “Find someone better? I guess I’ll die alone because I rather be dead with you, (Y/n).”

“Awwwww. Peterrrr.” You snuggled up to his chest. Both of you ignored the fact that you two were on the floor.

The rest of the night was more calming, little jokes here and there, talking about the future. You two slept on the floor, just cuddling with each other. Was it uncomfortable? Yes but both of you didn’t care because as long as you two have each other, everything is perfect.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Nothing Else Mattered

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Written: July 27th, 2021

Posted: July 27th, 2021

Warning: It gets pretty steamy. Finger sucking, Light choking. Making out, hickeys. No smut or touching.

Word Count: 1,297

Author’s Note: Peter is 18+ whenever I write for him. Feedback is ALWAYS Welcome!

Summary: Just a steamy, making out fic with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker Masterlist

“Little Stark!” Whirling around on your heels, you were greeted by Phil.

Raising a questioning eyebrow at him, you hummed quietly.

“We need you to go on this next mission.” He stated matter of factly.

“You do know my dad doesn’t want me to join the Avengers, right?” You questioned, placing your hands on your hips.

“Yes, but we don’t have a choice. We need all the help we can get.”

Letting the thought roll around in your mind, you came to a conclusion. “I’m in.”

—

Walking through the compound doors, you attempted to sneak in undetected by your dad.

“Y/N?”

Cursing under your breath, you twirled around to face the own of the voice. “Dad! Hey!”

“Yeah, what’re you doing here?” He questioned crossing his arms along his chest. “Is mom okay? Is she hurt? Are you-“

Rolling your eyes, a closed lip smile made it’s way upon your lips. “Mom’s fine.”

“What’s going on? I know for a fact, you aren’t staying here.” He raised an eyebrow in question.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you pondered what to say, opening and closing your mouth several times as the gears of your mind turned.

“Hey mister Stark.” Peter’s voice rang through your ears.

Somersaults began tumbling in your stomach, as heat danced along your cheeks.

“Oh,” Peter’s surprise was evident in his voice. His features softened when he glanced at you. “Hey, Y/N. I…I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, you and me both kid.” Tony chimed in bringing Peter’s attention back to him. “Is there something you need, kid?”

“Uh, I..” Peter frowned as he scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t remember..”

As both men before you, had their attention on one another, you slowly backed up before silently getting into the elevator and escaping your dad. For the moment.

Scoffing Tony, turned back to the direction you were previously in. Rolling his eyes, a groan passed his lips when he saw you had disappeared.

—

Putting your belongings away, you were startled by the sudden knock on your door. Before you could stop yourself, you were already responding.

“Uh, I’m not here!”

The sound of Peter’s chuckle made the somersaults return.

“Yeah, I can tell.” The smile upon his lips, evident in his voice.

Opening the door, you wrapped your hand around Peter’s wrist all but yanking him into your room. Shutting the door, you turned back towards Peter. A surprised gasp escaped your lips when you were met with a wall of muscle.

Heat returned to your cheeks, as your mouth suddenly became dry. With all the strength you could muster, you tore your eyes away from his biceps, meeting his awaiting eyes.

“I, uh.” His voice sounding flustered.

Smirking, you gathered yourself before taking a step towards Peter. “What? Cat got your tongue?” You questioned in the best sultry tone you could create.

Judging by Peter’s stiffening stance, you knew it worked.

Tuting, you began circling him. Reaching up, you allowed your hand to trace along his skin and shirt feather lightly, behind your steps. Once your rounded back to his front, you found Peter standing before you with his eyes closed and his head slightly tiled back. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking a step closer, you were chest to chest.

Lacing your hand in his loose curls, you gave him a harsh yet gently tug, earning a groan from peter. Smirking, you traced his jawline with your nose, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Nipping at the skin just below his ear, Peter’s hands jolted out grasping your hips. Not allowing your mind to catch on, your back was met with the coolness the wall offered.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Peter’s hoarse voice sang. His nose tracing the shell of your ear. Closing your eyes, you maneuvered your head to allow him access to the area as well as making yourself comfortable. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mouth began watering.

Placing one of his hands underneath your jaw, he firmed grasped your throat, making you look at him with widened eyes. This was new to the both of you. Everyone had made you aware of his feelings for you and vice versa. Whenever you were around each other, there was invisible electricity that coursed through the air. It seemed to grow with each time you and Peter were with one another. Neither of you acted on the strong feeling until now.

“Baby.” He commanded, causing you to open your eyes as the tumbling in your stomach reached high and low. “I asked you a question.” He taunted, nipping at your top lip while giving your throat a gently squeeze. Opening and closing your mouth, you were at a loss for words. As your mind raced, Peter mirrored your previous actions. Licking at the skin beneath your ear, he followed it with a nip as his hips pressed into yours trapping you between him and the wall. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as let it fall back as the wall allowed, while a pleasured gasp fell from your lips.

“Already drunk baby girl?” He questioned in your ear. His hot breath causing the hair on your arms to stand, while your heart began beating rapidly.

Your only response was a quiet hum.

“Aw.” He continued to taunt. His tongue darting out and tracing the shell of your ear, before meeting your tragus. Reaching up, you created crescent shapes in his shoulders.

Noticing your reaction, Peter lifted his thumb to your lips. Tracing along your bottom lip, he gently pulled the appendage before you got the hint allowing it entry into your mouth. Closing your lips around it, you began swirling your tongue around it in attempt to comment it to memory. Sucking gently, Peter let out a groan in response.

Laying his tongue flat, he licked the column of your throat, causing you both to moan in unison. Latching his lips to the skin beneath your jaw, he alternated between sucking and biting. Once he was content with the bruise forming, he moved on to create another one. After he was done, he removed his finger from your mouth, he placed both of his hands on the back of your head cradling you. Angling you about, Peter’s nose nudged yours. Placing a kiss to the corner of your lips, he kissed your chin giving it a gentle nip. Stiffening at the foreign feeling, your hands wound around his waist, closing any existing space between you.

Moaning quietly, you closed your eyes in the anticipation of a kiss. Peter’s tongue traced the seam of your lips, causing you to tighten your grip on him in response. Groaning at your actions, Peter placed a sweet kiss upon your lips. It was over much sooner than you would like, however it wasn’t much longer before it was heating up. Nipping at your top and bottom lip, he slotted his lips between yours. Pulling you back in, his tongue poked your lips asking for entrance. Opening your mouth, Peter tiled his head, allowing him better access. Snaking his tongue in, he lapped at your tongue, swirling around it while tracing along the creases of your mouth.

Peter began pulling away. Chasing after him, you closed your lips around his tongue lightly sucking. Another groan emitted from the man in front of you. After a few beats passed, you released him.

Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingled as you panted.

“That was..” Peter’s hoarse voice trailed off.

“Amazing.” You finished.

Placing a sweet chaste kiss to your lips, he opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Steve.

“You two better not be doing what I think you are!”

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Peter: Can you give me the directions-

Y/n: Pete, to get to Target from here you take the left on the main road then a right when you get to the big pink building then you take another-

Peter: -to your heart?

Y/n: ...was that from the website you were looking at last night?

Peter: N-no Mr. Stark told me to-

Y/n: TONY!

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[itskotka]

coffee confessionals

peter parker x female reader

summary: peter parker stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and ends up a regular customer. nobody could’ve told you that you’d end up falling in love.

w/c: 7.1k

a/n: this one has been in the works since december, hence the winter setting. if the format is bad, it’s because i’m editing on mobile. it’s not super proofread, it’s kinda long and that’ll probably annoy me later, but anyway enjoy

The day you first met Peter Parker was seemingly uneventful.

You were working the counter at the little bakery on 47th street. It wasn’t much of a job and it was much to your mother’s dismay, but you enjoyed it. The shop was tiny and the regulars were persistent. Not to mention, the coffee wasn’t even worth half of the price. Somehow you managed to enjoy the little things about your job, despite its obvious flaws. The shift was slow, as per usual, when a boy with soft brown curls bounced into the shop breathlessly. You watched him curiously as he scanned the room and tried to catch his breath.

“Hi,” he greeted with a half-smile. You returned the smile.

“Hi. What could I get you started with today?” You asked in your customer service tone of voice. He hesitated and read the faded overhead menu.

“Just a coffee and a bagel, please.”

“Okay. Name?”

“Peter Parker,” he quickly responded. You laughed lightly.

“Well alright, Peter Parker. To go?”

“Um, yeah.” You picked one of the fresher bagels out and poured his coffee. He thanked you graciously as you gave him his total and order.

“Thanks for stopping by. Haven’t seen you around here before.” He met your eyes and you got a better glimpse of his face. His eyes were a deep brown and he appeared to be around your age. Not to mention, he was cute.

“Just thought I’d try something new while I was in the neighborhood.” Peter tossed you a strange look and turned to leave.

“Have a good rest of your day, Parker.”

“You too.” And with that, he left the store and left you with a weird feeling in your chest.

To your surprise, he showed up again the next day with the same order. The days quickly turned into weeks. He eventually asked for your name and made sure to ask how you were. Each time he came in, the conversations got longer and the feeling in your chest grew.

“It’s good to see you becoming a regular,” you told him when he came in the next day. Peter shrugged and sat down on a stool.

“What can I say? I like the coffee. And the company’s not too bad either.” You could feel your cheeks redden at the line. He took his coat and backpack off and set them down.

“Not taking it to-go this time?”

“Not today. I’m kinda tired, had a rough day.” Placing his cup on the counter, you studied his face. His eyes had dark lines around them and you spotted a cut above his nose.

You questioned it, “Get into a fight or something?” He was taken aback, shocked that you even noticed.

He sputtered, “Uh, no. I just… ran into a.. door.”

“Must be Parker luck,” you joked, hiding your skepticism. He snapped his head up attentively.

“What?”

“Parker luck, I don’t know. I just came up with it. Sorry.“

“No it’s just, I say that sometimes too,” Peter interrupted you with a confused expression painted on his face.

“Oh. Cool.” You tried your best to ignore this and picked out an iced sugar cookie from the case and handed it to him, careful that your boss didn’t see. “Here.”

“What’s this for?”

“You sound like you could use it.” He pulled his wallet out, ready to pay, but you stopped him. “Nope, it’s on me.”

He argued, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Peter, I want to. So just let me, okay?”

“Fine.” He picked it up and took a bite begrudgingly. “Okay, this is a really good cookie.”

“It should be. It was made by yours truly.” He looked up to you in awe and you laughed. You served a few more regular customers while he ate.

“How’s Tim today?” Peter asked. Tim was your boss, a real stereotypical guy. He didn’t care much about the business or the people, but he wrote your checks. On occasion, he would get cranky, but he wasn’t too bad.

“Pretty normal. He threw a fit earlier because a customer complained to him about prices, but not too bad for a Monday.” Peter nodded. “You know, I never asked if you had a job.”

“No,” he said plainly, “I don't really have the time. There’s an internship though, or a partnership kind of? It’s hard to explain.”

“That’s pretty impressive. You get it from college or something?”

“Not exactly. It was personal.”

“I see.” His phone chimed in his pocket. He read the message and sighed.

“Speaking of which, he wants me. Can I get one more coffee to go? Dark roast because he’s a heathen.” You chuckled, already starting brewing a new pot.

“Sounds like a fun guy.”

“Trust me, he is.” Peter grabbed his coat and bag. You handed him the second cup and another cookie. He threw you a confused look, but you shook your head.

“Take it. He sounds like he could use it too.” He let out a light chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess he does. Thank you, really.” You gave him a bright smile.

“Anytime. See you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Despite his hands being full, he managed a wave and walked out. You found yourself still smiling when one of your coworkers - Jessica - walked up to you.

She teased, “When’s the wedding?” Your cheeks went red. You didn’t want to admit it, but you did like him.

“Relax, we haven’t even been on a date. Or have seen each other outside of here.” You paused and went quiet. “Yet.” She squealed and you tossed an elbow into her side.

As if the universe was suddenly against the idea, you didn’t see Peter again for another week. Each day you waited and waited, but he never came. You tried not to be disappointed because he had more important obligations than going to an overpriced, old bakery every day, but the shop seemed gloomier without him there. You missed him and that was the scariest part about it. Besides, you barely even knew him, right?

You finally started to accept the fact that he wasn’t coming back any time soon. But one of these days, while you were closing up, the door opened.

“Sorry, we’re close-” You turned around from cleaning the counters, and noticed that it was Peter.

It was unmistakably Peter.

“Oh! Hey?” You cleared your throat, trying to suppress your happiness that he showed up. He staggered towards the counter with his hands tucked away in his pockets.

“Hi.” You waited for him to continue as you studied his face. He had a bandage on the corner of his forehead and appeared pale.

“Are you okay?” You blurted. “Sorry, I just noticed you look a little… off? Again?” He turned his attention to the floor.

“Yeah, I just got into an accident. I’m okay though, I swear.” He met your worried gaze. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” You bit your lip and nodded slowly.

“Okay. Fine.” He shifted awkwardly.

“I, uh, wanted to ask if you wanted to get out of here? And hang out… With me?” You held back your growing smile.

“Sure.” You played it off casually as your heart pounded in your ears. “Where do you wanna go? There’s a skating rink a block from here if you’re interested.” Peter grinned back and nodded.

“Sounds great.”

“I’ll be ready to go in a few, ‘kay?” He waited patiently for you as you wiped down a few more tables and put on your coat. Locking the door behind you, you left with Peter at your side and a newfound excitement in your heart. The air was surprisingly cold and took you by surprise, so you crossed your arms and breathed out the cold air. “Tell me, Parker, where do you go to school?”

“Midtown Science and Tech.” You couldn’t help but be surprised.

“I mean, I figured you were smart but that’s impressive. Wait, where do you live?” You paused. “I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.” He laughed it off, and you sighed out of relief.

“I live in Queens.”

“You- You come a long way for mediocre coffee and bagels.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed quietly. “So what do you wanna do after school? I take it you don’t want to work in this bakery for your entire life.”

“My mom’s got a company she’d like me to work at.”

“But what do you want to do?” You stopped. Peter was the first person to ask you what you wanted to do with your life. Your lips twisted into a half-smile.

“Ironically, I’d like to have my own bakery. Is that dumb?” He met your troubled gaze and shook his head.

“I think it’s sweet.” Time seemed to slow under the flickering street lamps. You stood inches away from him, frozen, while light snow dusted your hair. The recurring feeling in your chest was aching as you studied Peter’s face. The cool winter breeze made his hair sweep sideways. A look crossed his face and he moved his hand towards yours. Standing together on the corner of a random street, the moment couldn’t have been more perfect. You took his gloveless hand into yours and walked on in comfortable silence.

You arrived at the skating rink shortly after and rented skates. The indistinct chatter of laughing children and giddy couples filled the air as you tied your skates.

“Ready?” Peter asked, extending his hand towards you. You accepted it and made your way to the ice.

It came as no surprise to you that Peter was naturally a great skater. He glided next to you in a graceful manner you’d never achieve. In consideration for you, he paced himself and waited while you tried to maintain balance in your footing.

“How are you so good at everything?” You scowled in a joking manner after slipping and nearly falling. Peter choked out a laugh, holding his ribs tentatively.

“Trust me, I’m not.” You glared, but it quickly turned into concern as you watched him cough.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His skin was still a sickly white and while he was brilliant on the ice, he appeared in pain.

“Yes, I swear. Sorry.”

“Why are you sorr-” Your skates suddenly slid from underneath you, but you managed to stay on your feet.

“Here, lemme help.” Peter snuck up behind you and held onto your waist with one hand. “Just start slow.” You tried following his instructions, but the awareness of how close he was to you certainly wasn’t helping. You seemed hyper-aware of how strong he was and how dumb it was that you didn’t know how to skate. He touched you carefully as you clung to him for balance. Before long, you already wanted to quit.

“Peter, I know you could do this all day but I just can’t do it,” you complained. He turned around (because of course, he was back in front of you) and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go,” he agreed. “Hey-” Before he could give you a proper warning, somebody hit you from behind. Your skates slipped and you tumbled down to the ice. But to your surprise, you didn’t feel the crack of your head on the ground - which is a hundred percent what would have happened - had Peter not been there to catch you. You blinked up at him as he held you gently. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think so.” He helped you stand and you immediately noticed the tight, burning sensation in your ankle. You winced at the pain as you put light pressure on it.

“What is it?” Peter asked, obviously sensing your pain. You squeezed your eyes shut and lifted your foot off the ice.

“It’s just my ankle, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Maybe not,” you surrendered. Almost instinctively, he swung an arm around your shoulders. “Wha-”

He interrupted you. “Can you make it to a bench?” You considered this before nodding. With Peter’s help, you made it off the ice safely and headed for the bench. Cautiously, you took off your skates and handed them to Peter (who firmly told you to “stay put” while he returned them).

When Peter returned, he came back bearing two cups of hot chocolate. You offered a shy smile as he handed you one.

“Before you say I didn’t have to, take it as a payback for the free cookies,” he said.

“Thanks.” He sat down next to you, eyes twinkling among the lights. The delicate flurries of snow had returned as did the smile traced on your lips. You sipped your hot chocolate and watched Peter in contentment. The way the stringed lights made his brown eyes gleam, and how he always had a faint reminiscence of a smile on his lips made you feel at peace. You were easily relaxed in the comfort of the cold snow and Peter Parker.

Eventually, you made your way to the sidewalks to catch a taxi. Peter managed to flag one down - and insisted on paying. You tried to argue, but it was no use. Sitting tightly in the backseat, you waited for the short ride to be over. When you finally reached your apartment building, you didn't expect him to get out with you.

“What? You think I’d just leave you to get up the stairs by yourself?” He teased.

“There’s an elevator.”

“Even better.” Together you hobbled into the elevator and waited, hand-in-hand. There was a natural feeling about being around him and holding his hand that gave you hope. You locked eyes as the elevator dinged.

“You don’t have to worry about me so much, you know?” He laughed, eyes directed to the floor.

“Can’t help it.”

“Can’t help what exactly? Your hero complex?” At this, he swallowed and the smile faded. However suspicious, you didn’t comment on it. He had to have a good reason, but it was probably nothing. “This one’s mine.” You approached the door, lifting your bad foot gently off the ground, and opening it with your keys. Peter followed you inside, his arm still wrapped around yours.

“Pretty nice place you’ve got,” he commented. You scanned the room, hoping nothing left out was embarrassing and praying your parents weren’t home. The lights were almost all off, so you felt some relief. Peter helped you to the couch, handing you a pillow. “Is this where I say goodnight?”

“Probably.” He shifted uncomfortably and you wondered why. “I’m gonna be okay if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“I just feel bad that this happened,” he admitted quietly. You leaned forward and grabbed his hand once more.

“Think of it this way: if it weren’t for you, I’d have a busted ankle and concussion.” This provoked a laugh and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Plus, it’s not even that bad right now.”

“So… You’re saying it was bad?”

“No, oh my-”

“Besides, even if it’s not that bad right now, it’ll probably be bad for the next few days. You probably won’t be able to move it let alone walk on it because of the initial impact of the injury… Sorry,” he rambled, stopping only when he noticed the look on your face. You bit back a laugh.

“Don’t apologize for being smart.” His cheeks reddened and he took a step back. “Here, give me your phone.” Somewhat confused, he complied and unlocked his phone. You typed in your number and handed it back quickly.

“So this means if you need anything, you’ll call, right?” He asked.

“Well, I sure hope I can talk to you more than that. But yes. If I need something, I’ll call.”

“Great. Uh, talk to you soon then I guess?” You nodded and he grinned meekly back at you.

“Goodnight Peter.”

“Goodnight.” And with that, he left your apartment, leaving you with only hopeful and giddy thoughts to dwell on.

It was a Saturday night two weeks later and instead of lounging at home, your mother dragged you to one of her fancy galas that she always begged you to attend. This meant two things; one, you had to follow the strict black-tie dress code, and two, you had to socialize with strangers all night. Your mom, however, was ecstatic that you finally agreed to go. She wanted you to ‘make business conversations’ and ‘branch out more,’ but you wanted nothing to do with that. This time, for whatever reason, you finally caved in.

You sat up straight in your chair, surrounded by black suits and evening dresses. It was beautiful, simply put. Chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, cameras were flashing, and an orchestra was playing in the corner. It was a little too much for your taste, but you could see the appeal. You had already listened to a handful of speeches and made small talk with whoever came by in the first hour of being there. It was boring, to say the least. You wished you had somebody to hang out with aside from your busy, and tipsy, mother. Due to your ankle, you still hadn’t returned to work. Naturally, you didn’t see Peter in those two weeks either. The few calls you had, where he answered with a worried tone, weren’t the same as being with him. You hated how much you missed seeing him every day, and how he was often on your mind.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was fate, but you glanced up to see a familiar boy with soft brown curls walk into the room. He was dressed in a fine-pressed suit that you knew he couldn’t afford. You were trying to see who he was with, but the crowds and cameras blocked your view. That’s when you heard the name they were all calling: Tony Stark.

Your mind went blank when you realized that Peter’s personal internship was with none other than Tony Stark. Suddenly, your thoughts scattered and you found yourself on your feet. Peter finally noticed you, which prompted him to abruptly leave Tony’s side. He smiled at you in astonishment and confusion.

“Hi?”

“Hi,” he breathed. He gazed down at your flowy satin dress in awe. “You look… really pretty.”

“Thanks.” You grinned back and met his eyes. “So do you.” Out of embarrassment, you expected him to turn away, but his gaze was fully focused on you as his cheeks brightened.

“Wha- What are you doing here?” He coughed out, still flustered.

“Mom wanted me to go. What’s your excuse?” He glanced towards Tony quickly and turned back to you. “I’ve already seen you with Tony Stark.”

In a hushed tone, he responded, “He finally let me come tonight.”

“Now that’s an accomplishment,” you joked. He wore a meek smile, eyes now turned towards the ground. An idea suddenly crossed your mind. “Would you like to dance?” His head snapped up as he met your eyes. He nodded wordlessly and reached out to take your hand. You made your way over to the fairly crowded area of couples slow-dancing next to the orchestra.

Peter gently placed his hands on your waist as you swung your arms around his shoulders. His hold on you was stiff, but as you started moving, his hands relaxed. You swayed to the music slowly, allowing yourself to be content in the comfort of his arms. The couples beside you were far better dancers, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Peter let his eyes fall closed, while you leaned into him.

“This is nice,” you whispered.

“Yeah. It is,” he agreed. Then, after a pause, he noted, “I just know Tony is getting a kick out of this right now.” You laughed softly and looked behind his shoulder. Sure enough, Tony was watching him from where he was standing with a smirk on his face.

“I can assure you he is.” Peter turned his neck to see where you were looking. Tony gave him a sly nod and he turned back blushing. “So I know you live with your aunt but what about your parents? I take it you’re working with him all the time.” The expression on his face was unreadable. Every time you talked to Peter, you seemed to solve a part of his mystery. He was an overthinker for sure, but it was always out of care. He was smart in a humble way and careful with his words when need be. Something about his life didn’t add up though, but you didn’t want to pry. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No, it’s okay,” he quickly dismissed, “My parents died a while ago. I moved in with my aunt and uncle, and when my uncle passed, Tony came into the picture. He’s done a lot for me, work-related or not.” A pit of guilt gnawed at your stomach.

“Peter, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring anything up,” you apologized as a wave of shame came over you.

“It’s okay. I… I want to tell you the truth.” There was a sadness in his voice that you couldn’t recognize. He opened his mouth to say something else, but as he glanced across the room, he refrained.

“What?” You asked in a low tone. He shook his head and leaned into you. You let him lead the dance this time, listening to his heart beating in your ear. “I’m so glad I met you,” you mumbled before you could stop it. Your stomach dropped when you realized what you said. Peter pulled his head back and met your eyes.

“Me too.” Relief instantly washed over you. He wrapped you into a hug and the room seemed to fall away. When you pulled away from the hug, you were face to face. The same funny feeling in your chest ignited, and it was then that you realized what it was: Love.

Your eyes went wide and you sensed a panic coming on. It was so quick and was such a natural realization. You couldn’t tell him. While you knew there was a mutual liking, you could not go as far as tell him you love him. Besides, how could you be sure? Trying to shake it off, you laid your head back on his chest and let out a deep breath.

“You okay?” Peter asked. You cleared your throat and didn’t bother looking up.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You felt his soft smile press into your hair. Returning the smile, you allowed yourself to fall back into the music and push your thoughts out of your mind.

Time flew by; it must’ve been hours, although it felt like minutes. All the others dancing had left long ago, as did half of the orchestra. Selfishly, you didn’t want to leave Peter’s side. But you also noticed both Tony and your mother waiting around, bored from their conversations and drinks.

“I think we gotta go,” you whispered into his chest. He tightened his grip around you before pulling away.

“This was really nice. A good break,” he added, studying your face. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“First day back.” He smiled before dipping down and planting a kiss on your cheek. You felt your stomach flip and hoped he wouldn’t notice how nervous you had become. With a final smile, he walked away.

“Did you have fun?” Your mom asked as you returned to her side. The reminiscence of a smile on your lips told her all she needed to know. “Is he the boy from the bakery?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“I wonder what he’s doing with Tony Stark,” she noted, fixing her gaze on the pair. Peter’s face was flushed and Tony wore an entertained grin. You could only assume the conversation they were having. “Anyway, ready to go?”

“Yep, let’s go.” As you left, your thoughts echoed his name. You couldn’t wait to see him again, but your realization from earlier still haunted your mind. You decided that you had to tell him, but maybe not right away. The two of you had a good thing going, and you didn’t want to risk that.

The next day at work was just how you expected it to be; long and exhausting. Tim was on your back about missing so much work, your coworkers were arguing, and the coffee machine broke halfway through shift. To top it off, Peter didn’t show up either. You thought maybe you ruined things already, or maybe he simply forgot. You tried pushing the bad thoughts out of your mind, but it didn’t work. All you could think was that it was your fault.

The television was on a low hum in the background and you couldn’t help to notice the most recent breaking news about the infamous Spider-Man. Jessica, the coworker who first teased you about Peter, snuck up behind you.

“Don’t you wonder who he really is?” She questioned.

“I think we all do,” you responded without taking your eyes off the screen. It was describing a brutal battle he faced moments before against some ego-maniac.

“It would be so cool to meet him.” She crossed the counter. “Anyway, I gotta go. Have fun closing tonight.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m leaving too,” Tim announced to you, walking out of his back office, “Take out the trash now, will ya?”

“Got it,” you mumbled back. As soon as they both left and were out of sight, you turned the sign on the door. It was close enough to the end of the night that you could get away with closing early. Trying to hurry up, you grabbed the overflowing trash bag and hauled it into the alley.

Echoes of screams filled your ears as soon as you opened the back door. You pivoted towards the noise instinctively, noticing a black shadow on the brick walls. A man popped his head up, holding a purse and a gun, and the trash bag clutched in your hands dropped to the ground. You stepped back, arms in the air.

“I-” You began to stutter, unsure of what to say or do. “I’m… going to assume that the purse isn’t yours.” He rolled his eyes and aimed his gun toward your face. Your legs quaked under you - was the world spinning? It felt like it was.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to not make assumptions?” The man spat. Fear coursed through your veins. As terrified as you were, you had to try to do something.

“Look, nobody has to get hurt here. All I wanna do is close and go home. I won’t tell anyone. These things happen all the time, what’s one more gonna do? Please. I promise,” you frantically lied. There’s no way you wouldn’t say anything, but you couldn’t tell him that. You drew a shaky breath, praying it wouldn’t be your last.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” He narrowed his eyes and took a step towards you, but you backed away closer to the door. His gloved hand grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward. As soon as you went to hit him away, a new voice shouted and the man’s arms coiled around your neck. The breath was knocked out of your lungs. A cold metal skimmed your forehead. You didn’t need to look at it to know what it was. You focused your eyes on the noise in front of you to see the red masked vigilante you were talking about minutes prior.

“Let her go,” he said, his voice quivering. The eyes on his mask were widened but they were all your bleary eyes could focus on. “Nobody needs to get hurt here.”

“Funny, that’s what the girl said too.”

“I don’t wanna fight you.”

“Then don’t, Spider-Man.” Your ears began to ring, fading out the conversation. A blur of red suddenly flashed before you and your body tumbled to the pavement. You gasped for air as your neck was released from its hold. From the corner of your eye, you could see Spider-Man holding the barrel of the man’s gun, trying to pry it away from him. He managed to take the gun from his grip, but the man fought back. As Spider-Man threw the gun to the side, he took a hard blow to the chest, making him stagger to the ground. He crumpled over in pain. Even though you were still struggling to catch your breath, you forced yourself up and grabbed the nearest object - a chipped flower pot. You attempted to hit the back of his skull, but he knew you were there. His hand flew back and knocked the pot out of your hands, shattering instantly. Before you could react, he landed a punch to your nose. You stumbled back down defeatedly.

Your attempt wasn’t entirely useless; simply an unplanned stalling technique. By the time you were down on the pavement, blood pouring from your nose, Spider-Man had gotten back up and webbed the man’s hands. He kicked him a final time, webbed him to the pavement, and turned his attention back to you.

“Karen? Yeah, call them, thanks,” he said to the air in front of his face. “Are you okay?” You peered up at him, eyes slightly blurry.

“Yeah. I mean, my nose hurts, but I’m fine.” You weren’t lying, although you did notice how shaky you still felt. The silence was deafening, and you could tell he was contemplating your answer.

“Are you sure?” You nodded, but for some reason, he wouldn’t let it go. “You know, it’s okay to not be… okay.” His voice seemed to change.

“I’m a little shook up but I’m good,” you argued.

“Can I at least help you clean up your cuts?” When you didn’t answer, he promptly started walking toward the back door. “That flower pot really scratched your hand.” You studied your hands that you hadn’t even noticed were bleeding. Through his mask, you could tell he wasn’t going to let it go.

“If it’ll make you feel better, then sure.” Happy with that response, he opened the back door for you. He spotted the first aid kit right away and told you to sit down. You didn’t argue, pulling up a chair and introducing yourself. He nodded and was oddly quiet while pouring the antiseptic on a cloth and dabbing it on your scratched hand. You hissed at the sting of it and he immediately stopped.

“Sorry! Sorry, I know,” he apologized. “I’m not gonna force you to talk to me - you don’t even know me, but it might help distract you.” You didn’t question his weird nervousness or the gentle way he held your hand.

“Um, alright.” He nodded back and returned the cloth to your hand. It still stung, but you bit your tongue. “What kinda special features do you have in your suit?” He snapped his head up at you and it was obvious how happy he was that you asked.

“Oh, there’s so much. I have enhancement sensors, temperature controls, nanotechnology incorporated…” He continued on. You wanted to listen, but your mind kept wandering. Flashes of the fight developed in your memories. You noticed how your breathing still didn’t feel complete, and how on edge you suddenly felt. Your face went blank as you tried to steady yourself. “-you okay?” He asked, but you only caught the tail end of his words. The thump of your heartbeat was stuck in your throat and your breaths were short. “Hey, take deep breaths. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

You closed your eyes and listened to him.

Slowly, you regained your sense of control and could focus on what was happening in front of you. When you opened your eyes again, you saw how worried he seemed.

“Is it a little better yet?” You forced a sliver of a smile.

“Yes, thank you. I don’t know what happened there. Panic, I suppose.” You hesitated. “I didn’t really process anything that had happened yet. The fact that I’m sitting next to Spider-Man after getting attacked? It doesn’t feel remotely real.”

“That’s a normal response. Sometimes all you need is a minute to take it in. It’s going to be okay,” he reassured. This time you offered him the fullest smile you could. “Can I finish cleaning your hand?” You nodded and he handed you a towel for your nose, noticing how it was bleeding again.

“I think it’s broken,” you said, feeling the puffiness on your face.

“Most likely. He had a heavy swing.” He continued dressing your hand and you continued the conversation.

“Are you okay? I mean, I know you’re a superhero and all but I heard about your other fight today too.”

“You did?” You nodded.

“Something about an ego-maniac on the loose. It wasn’t pretty.” He lifted his hand away from yours and stopped.

“I’m okay, thanks though.” You could sense something was off with him.

“Tell me Spider-Man, do you like saving people?”

“I suppose that’s why I do it, right? I…” He paused. “I don’t like the idea that someone out there is hurt when I have the ability to save them. If I didn’t use it, that would be selfish of me.” You tried studying his mask, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

“Well, thanks for not being selfish and saving me,” you lightly joked. “Seriously though, thank you.” He shook his head as if it was a normal thing to do.

“It’s what we do.” You peered up at him but he kept his head low.

“Is it hard? Living two different lives?” You asked quietly. It’s something you’d always wondered about heroes like him. He froze, thinking about what he could say. “I mean, I take it you have family and friends and a home. How can you-”

“Yes,” he answered simply, cutting you off. “It’s like… I want to protect everyone I can - especially the people I love - but to protect them, I can’t tell them who I am.” He took his hand away from yours abruptly and a pang of sadness washed over his demeanor. “Sorry.” It was hard not to notice that he apologized a lot, and how it reminded you of a certain someone you’d been trying not to think about.

“Don’t you think they’d understand though? And that they’d want to know?” You pushed on, ignoring his apology.

“I wish that I could, more than anything. Someone always gets hurt because of me. It’s not fair.” You bit the corner of your lip.

“I get it, I do. But… I still think they should know. They’ll understand, and it’s only doing more harm to everyone for not telling them.” He inhaled sharply. “Sorry, I totally overstepped there.” You quickly stood up, but a familiar sharp pain in your ankle dragged you back down. Holding onto the counter, you rebalanced yourself.

“Are you okay?” Spider-Man asked, concern dripping from his voice. You nodded.

“It’s just an ankle injury. I hurt it ice skating, granted I don’t even know why I suggested skating when I knew I wasn’t good at it. Maybe to impress him? I don’t know,” you rambled. “You didn’t need to hear all of that.” He looked down to the floor.

“You didn’t overstep, by the way. I… I think you’re right.” You met his masked gaze and a wave of familiarity came over you. “And you can keep talking, I don’t mind,” he added. Instead of questioning him, you continued with your ramble.

“He was supposed to show up today. He didn’t and I can’t help but think that it was my fault.” He stilled in front of you. “Not that I’ve done anything to jeopardize us, but you never know, right?”

“I think he has his reasons.”

“You remind me of him actually.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“The best,” you answered with a small laugh. “He’s one of the most loyal and smart people I know. But he’s humble and cares way too much for others. It’s admirable. I… I wish he could see himself as I see him. And I wish he knew.”

“Knew?” He questioned.

“That I’ve fallen in love with him.” There was a natural pause in the room. On one hand, you can’t believe you just admitted that you fell in love with someone to a stranger, and on the other, it felt relieving. “We aren’t even dating, and haven’t even kissed so how could I be in love with him? It’s crazy; I’m crazy, I know.” You continued. “But I really am. He makes me so happy and I just get this feeling and-”

Right then, Spider-Man grabbed the back of his mask and started pulling it off his head.

“What’re you do- Peter?”

And there, standing in front of you, was Peter Parker. The loyal, overly heroic, charismatic Peter Parker. His eyes were red - along with the rest of his beaten face - and his expression showed complete confusion.

“You-You're Spider-Man?” You weren’t sure why you even asked when the answer was right in front of you.

“You love me?” He asked simply, taking a step closer to you. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could only nod. “I don’t think you’re crazy. Or else I guess I am too.” He gently cupped your face. “This okay?” Again, you could only nod. He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you. You kissed him back with the feeling of finally. It wasn’t at all how you dreamt it’d be - perfect and something to daydream about - but it was real. And that’s how it always felt with Peter. The kiss wasn’t about the dramatics or “fireworks” feeling. The kiss reminded you of all the bakery days, the ice-skating date, dancing with him, and the look in his eyes underneath the lights. It felt comforting: it felt like home.

You broke it off and spoke first. “We gotta talk Peter.” He peered down at you with a worried expression. “It’s nothing bad.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I’m Spider-Man and I’m sorry you got hurt and I’m sorry-” You wrapped your arms around him so tightly that he had no option but to stop apologizing.

“It’s okay. I understand and I’m okay. Seriously though, are you?” He winced and took a deep breath, pulling away from you.

“My ribs hurt a bit,” he admitted. It was then that everything clicked in your mind - his random injuries and disappearances and holding his ribs in pain. You turned to Peter, his eyes dancing across your face, and shoved him. “What was that for?” He yelped.

“For not telling me. You let me believe you ran into doors and had a mysterious illness.” He laughed and you followed suit. You leaned into him carefully, soaking in the new feeling.

“Can I apologize one more time?” You nodded begrudgingly, giving him the go ahead. “I’m sorry. Especially for always saying sorry.” You smiled at him and he planted another kiss on your lips.

“Why did you come here? On that first day.” You asked out of curiosity.

“I don’t know. I wound up here on patrol and I just- I came in.”

“Why did you stay?”

“Because of you.” Your heart melted at his words, but a tear pricked the corner of your eye. You wiped it away quickly. “You okay?”

“Better than okay. Thank you. You saved my life.” He ducked down and put his face in your hair.

“You think I’d let you die?” He joked.

“No, but only because it fuels your major hero complex.” Peter looked you in the eye, and you could swear your heart stopped. It was the same way he met your gaze before, but yet it felt like so much more. It felt like reassurance and love, which is all you could ever need from him.

“You know what I could really use right now?” You shook your head. “A coffee and bagel.” A scoff escaped from your lips, but you found yourself pulling away from him anyway to make him a fresh cup.

“I’ll only do it because I like you.”

“Wait-” He paused, slipping his mask back on. “I’ll be right back.” Before you could question him, he was gone out the back door. You continued to make his coffee, hoping he’d be back by the time it was done. And that he was.

In the time that it took to brew a pot - approximately two and a half minutes - Peter managed to change his clothes into a nicer outfit and grab a bouquet of white roses, which were falling apart. You threw him a skeptical glance.

“I had this plan,” he started, “to ask you out properly. Today. Things kind of got in the way. I was going to purposely come later in the day, so less people would be here, and I’d order my usual and bring out these flowers and make a dumb comment about how pretty you are. I promise they looked nice before.” He gestured to the roses.

“I like them.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled bashfully and handed them to you. “I was going to tell you how much I love you. And how ridiculous it is. Last night, I just knew.” You gazed at him in utter awe of his words. “And I swear, I was going to tell you about being Spider-Man. I guess… I guess I wanted to protect you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to protect you as Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. I didn’t want to involve you with the superhero stuff. It sounds kinda dumb, because I’m the same person, but it’s not the same. I wanted to keep you away from me. Because following me means following danger, and I couldn’t do that to you. I can’t do that to you.” You listened carefully to his words. While you understood what he was saying, you weren’t about to watch him walk out on you after saying all of that. You put your hands on his face and met his gaze.

“Peter Parker. I choose you. And Spider-Man, and all the potential dangers that follow. That’s my choice, and it’s you.” You initiated the kiss this time. It was simple and quiet, but it still made your heart soar. “I think you should finish your original plan now.” Peter drew in a deep breath.

“Will you go on a real date with me?”

“Yes. Of course. Although, I’m afraid that we’ve already said I love you before the first real date.”

“I guess we’ll just have to have more dates then.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’d say we could go on coffee dates but I’m also afraid we’ve had several of those,” he retorted back.

“It is where we met after all. Tradition, right?”

“Right.” Peter wrapped his arms around you and for the first time in a long while, you knew you had exactly what you wanted. “Now can I finish dressing your hand?”

“Fine. As long as you promise to stop worrying about me so much.”

“I could promise that, but I’d be lying.”

“Oh, whatever.”

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[theshakykid]

En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 6

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Slightly smutty

Why did Peter agree to it in the first place? He could've just declined and walked out. But no, he had to be a people pleaser.

He stood in front of the bed. His shaking hands struggled to hold the camera up.

(Y/N) was sitting on the bed, right in the center. Her hands were tangled in her (H/C) hair and her legs were crossed, hiding the very thing he wanted to see. Her face held a seductive look. And she was wearing absolutely nothing except for the pendant.

Peter's senses were all over the place.

"How's this pose?" she asked, switching up to a hunched over pose that covered her chest.

"Yeah, it's ok," Peter breathed out.

"Wait, I know something better. Come up here."

Peter walked up to the bed and climbed in. (Y/N) laid down on the bed and pushed her chest up. Her hands were spread out, and one of her legs were hiked up over the other.

"Put your legs around me. I want a picture from above."

Peter took a deep breath and climbed over (Y/N). If it weren't for her casual look Peter would've melted, then and there.

He angled the camera above her and clicked twice.

"Give me your hand."

"What?" Peter squeaked.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed his hand. She pushed it onto her neck and angled her head sideways.

"How's this?" she asked, grinning.

Peter didn't say anything and clicked another photo. It was a little blurry as he had to take it with one hand, but that's the last thing he was worrying about now. The huge bulge in the middle of his pants was definitely noticeable now.

(Y/N) looked down and smirked a little before getting out of the bed. She put a pink robe on and looked over Peter to see the photos.

They weren't bad. But Peter couldn't care less. He just wanted to go back to his room and take care of his situation.

"These are great. I love them," (Y/N) said.

"Thanks."

"Would you like to grab a coffee now? I'm craving some caffeine."

Peter looked at (Y/N) with huge eyes.

"I- I can't. I need to help Ned with something," Peter replied, placing the camera back in the drawer. "We can try some other time though."

(Y/N) shrugged and climbed back into the bed.

"I'll just call them to get it here then."

Peter nodded and waved a bye before leaving. He just wanted to reach his room. But as fate would have it, his superhero duties had to compromise everything.

"Miss Sablinova?"

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[soft-angelic-kiss]

The Spider and The Baby Widow

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Parings: Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader x Bucky Barnes x eventaul! Peter Parker x reader 

Warnings: None, some bad language and mentions of being a test subject

 Word Count: 1.4k 

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The meeting room was quiet except for the soft rustling of papers. Fury had just called the team out on a mission to a hydra base deep in Europe, where they were holding killer serums hostage, the mission being to get in and grab it, and get out. Bruce would then test on out and figure out what it does,

“Wheels up in 24 hours.” Fury stated before heading out of the meeting room leaving the avengers to talk amongst themselves.

Tony frowned and looked around at his friends and teammates. “So we go in, get the serums and scidattle.” 

“Well, any plan if they have hostages?”  Natasha adds leaning her head into the palm of her hands

“How do we know they do?” Steve added

“It’s Hydra. They could be training the next group of winter soldiers down there for all we know.” Bucky frowned, letting his eyes gaze across the room.

Most of the team nodded knowing he was more than likely right.. 

“Well, I guess we’ll know when we get there.. We don’t know how old they are or how many there are.. So we’ve gotta be careful-” Wanda hummed 

Steve jumped in “We also don’t know the amount of guards that will be there.. So we have to remember that.” 

Natasha pushed her chair back and stood up “We can figure out more factors tomorrow no?” she hummed.

The others nodded in agreement also standing up, shuffling papers and stapling them together as each one headed out and headed to their respective rooms, 

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White. All you could see was the color white, white walls, white chairs and white coats. You gently pulled, trying to lift your arms up but they were stopped by a force of leather, you stared at the leather cuffs for a moment before trying to lift your legs.

 “What.. the hell?” you stared at the leather that held your legs down as well but to no avail. You leaned your head back as you tried to remember how you got here. 

You remember rooting through the trash, looking for something to eat.. Before you were taken by strong men.. Pulling you through a forest like a rag doll. 

You remembered the needles, the pain.. Oh the pain, it was so excruciating, that you shuddered just thinking about it. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the door was slammed open by a man in a uniform with an octopus patch on it. Wait.. you’ve seen that before.. Oh. Hydra. 

“Well, well, well…if it isn't the kid we’ve been looking for. Y/n.” his voice felt like needles piercing your ears.

“You’ll notice that we’ve injected a few test serums into your bloodstream. These are to help create you to be the strongest version of a Hydra Soldier we’ve ever created.” he smirked and walked closer, taking your chin in his hand and tilted it around a few different directions as if to study you. 

 You pulled your chin out of his grip and growled “Leave me alone.” you tugged violently on the leather straps again. The only thing you could think of was getting yourself free. He just chuckled and watched you with a smug grin 

“Going somewhe..'' his sentence was cut short as alarms sounded through the area. “SHIT” he yelled before running out of the room leaving you behind. You didn't know what was going on, so you tried to tug yourself free, eventually breaking through the straps noticing the red burns on your wrist from tugging and pulling.

Explosions started sounding off outside and you shuddered quietly, running to the door banging on it as hard as you could. Banging and pounding against the door screaming for your life. “Help! Somebody help! Get me out of here!” tears started to well up in your eyes as you continued banging on the door. 

Finally someone was on the other side and used what sounded like a gunshot to knock the lock off, before slamming the door open, revealing a red headed woman and a brunette male, one you recognized as the black widow, who always appeared on the news and the other as the ex winter soldier.

The Black Widow's gaze softened when she saw you. “I found a hostage.” The person she was talking to must’ve said something back because  she nodded. You wondered who she was talking to. 

You couldn't dwell on it too long before another explosion sounded off and you darted out running, the red head hot on your heels, you were sure the brunette was close behind as well. 

She tackled you to the ground and had you pinned there while she studied your face. “I need you to come with me.” she spoke assertively as you wiggled and squirmed underneath her 

“Let me go! Crazy bitch-” She frowned and sighed “Look kid, I'm not crazy but i have to take you back to the quinjet, you are under a very watchful eye. Would you like to be safe or not?” she yelled out causing you to stop moving and grunt.

Silently you shoved her off you with more force than necessary, getting up and brushing yourself off, crossing your arms and looking at the two. The red head got up and looked at you questionably 

“Well are you going to take me to the quinjet or do I have to find it myself?” The brunette rolled his eyes and The black widow chuckled and nodded before starting her way out of the massive building. 

The rest of the who you assumed to be their “team” were seated in their respective spots and Captain America gave you his disappointed look. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Hello to you too captain spangled ass.” Natasha sighed and directed you to a seat leaving you to buckle yourself in. 

The quinjet took off and you leaned your head back before choosing to watch the people around you. They mostly looked un hurt except for a few burns on their ‘costumes’. You didn't know what else to call them. They all looked ridiculous in your opinion. 

Soon, the man in the big red iron suit leaned forward and called out to you “Hey kid wha-” you cut him off “I’m not answering your questions” he whistled lowly and leaned back. “Someone has an attitude” 

You snorted “You’re gonna see an attitude when-” Black Widow quickly cut you off 

“Alright that’s enough. Can you at least tell us your name?” she sighed, crossing her arms as you hummed “You guys first, and i mean your real names.” Captain America sighed and stood up. 

“I don’t think we have to disclose-” You jumped in yet again “You’re right Captain Spangles. You don't have to disclose anything, but if you wanna get information out of me. I suggest you start talking.” 

A heavy sigh left his lips as you smirked. “So?” 

“I’m Steve Rogers, this is Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. You’ll meet the rest of the team at the tower.” He offered a tight faced look, as you observed everyone one by one.

Finally you sighed “Thank you Captain Spangles.” You leaned forward placing your elbows on your knees. “Well what about you?” 

“My name is y/n.” you leaned back and bounced your knee, a small gasp being pulled from Black widow, who you now knew as Natasha as she looked to Bucky. 

“My child’s name was Y/n.” 

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a/n: Woo hoo! Chapter one, DONE! Chapter 2 is already made and depending on this posts feedback we’ll see how soon i should post it. I’m so happy to be writing again <3 all criticism is appreciated! 

#platonic!natashaxreader #platonic!avengersxreader #peterparkerxreader #...eventually #chapter 1 #spiderman x reader #y/nxpeter #tonystarkxreader #steverogersxreader #clintbartonxreader #natashaxchildreader #natashaxchild!reader #buckyxdaughter!reader #buckyxchild!reader #xteen!reader

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Never thought I'd Love you.. (series masterlist)

what happens when peter comes back after disappearing for 5 years due to 'the blip' and find the little girl he's been babysitting...is now his age? and what happens when he finds himself falling for her?

this obviously takes place after endgame, but for this story's sake, all the avengers are still alive and well (AS THEY SHOULD BE fkoefjo moving on-)

Ch 1: Before The Blip

Ch 2: WHAT?

Ch 3: I-It's you?

Ch 4: Meeting him again

more coming soon..

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[ilovethis3000]

Peter Parker (Andrew) x reader

When Peter returns to your apartment, battered after a fight, you can’t help but get overwhelmed with worry.

No use of (y/n)

Warnings - Slight descriptions of injuries

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The rain that pelted against your window was slightly calming as you laid in bed, worry that continually spread up your spine keeping you from sleep. 

And for good reason.

There was a clear difference from the rain and the sound of knuckles hitting your window, a difference that made you shot up in seconds. A common occurrence, Peter would often let himself into your room through the fire escape so you could patch him up.

However, the previous night, you already had to patch him up. Sure, his quick healing helped, but having to fight two increasingly difficult villains in two nights was almost stupid.

Rushing to your window, you opened it quickly, staring out at Peter on the fire escape. The silence, aside from the rain, lasted for a few moments before Peter gave a pained smile. “It looks worse than it is.”

“You’re a bad liar.”

Peter only nodded, and you moved aside to allow him inside. Pained grunts left him as he crawled through the window, standing up with a pained hiss. His knees buckled, making you panic slightly as you held onto his arm to hold him up. 

“Stop, sit. Now.”

Peter didn’t argue, allowing you to help him down to the ground by the open window. Seeing he was settled, you stood and closed the window, rushing to grab the bandages and wraps you had left.

Kneeling by his side again, you wince as you removed the upper part of his suit, revealing the multiple cuts, bruises and scratches over his chest and arms. Not to mention the large gash over his chest, about 5 inches across.

“Peter...”

“You should see the other guy.” He joked, earning no response from you. 

Wordlessly with a concerned expression, you gently dabbed each cut with an alcohol pad, biting your lip each time Peter winced. Your other hand was on his shoulder, keeping him still incase he started moving too much. 

“I’m almost done...” You said quietly as Peter brought his hand up over your free one. Finally, you dabbed the last small cut and covered it with a bandage, sighing as you turned your attention to the larger gash across his chest.

“Thank you.” Peter murmured, kissing your free hand. Again, you didn’t reply, unable to speak without letting the tears welling into your eyes fall. Using a larger bandage, you patched it before wrapping the white fabric over his chest. 

You sighed, biting your lip as Peter relaxed against the window frame, his eyes closed. “Thank you.” He thanked again, but when you didn’t answer he lifted his head. “Hey, what’s wrong.”

“Peter...you could’ve been killed.” In seconds, the tears began to fall as choked sobs took over, full of fear and concern. 

Sitting up and ignoring the pain in his chest, Peter took your face in his hands, wiping the tears as they fell. “Hey, hey, hey.” He spoke soothingly. “That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know?” You asked, taking staggered breaths. “You always come back battered, and what if I can’t help you next time. What if I can’t patch you up, what if you need to go to the hospital-”

“Hey, that’s not going to happen.” Peter repeated softly. “You know how I know?”

You didn’t reply.

“Because you remind me to be careful.” He spoke, wiping away the tears. “You remind me that I have people who love me, which keeps me safe.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit, holding onto his wrist.

“That and you’d kill me if I died.”

“Hey...” You couldn’t help but whine a bit, laughing softly as he pulled you to his chest. You kept most of your weight away from his chest, still cuddling into his chest as he rested his head on top of yours.

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This is my first one-shot, so any constructive comments would be helpful! Let me know what you think.

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[chartpwk]

My comfort person

DONT STEAL OR TRANSLATE PLS!

Summary: Peter Parker breaks up with you without telling you why, you went to your room and didn’t came out since. Loki comes to your room to comfort you😉

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, fluff

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word Count: 1160

 English isn’t my first language, but I tried my best.

 I’ve had a rough day today; Peter broke up with me and he didn’t even bother to tell me why. I straight up went to my room and didn’t came out since. I’ve been lying in bed looking at the ceiling for like two hours now and I still don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt so broken before; All I want is for peter to hold me even though he’s the one who made me feel this way.

Suddenly I hear someone knocking on my door. I quietly said ‘come in’ hoping it was Peter. I was shocked when instead a tall, black haired man walked in, it was Loki. He walked in not saying a word and laid on his back next to me. ‘’Are you okay’’ He said with a soft voice. ‘’No’’ I said quietly while I kept staring at the ceiling.

‘’ Do you want to talk about it?’’ He said calm while he lays towards me. I’m not even sure if I want to talk about it but maybe it will help? ‘’peter broke up with me’’ I said almost breaking down. ‘’why did that stupid kid break up with you?’’ He said while he rolls over on his side towards me. ‘’I have no idea’’ I said while I look in his eyes for the first time since he walked into my room.

Loki is my closest friend here, he’s always here to comfort me and make me laugh. He’s probably the only one who actually cares about me. ‘’come here’’ he says with a sweet smile. I turn on my side facing Loki. I’m starting to get shy because our faces are so close to each other. He slowly lays his cold hand on my cheek. ‘’Things will get better, I promise’’ He says, and he pulls me closer so I’m laying with my head against his chest. ‘’Thank you’’ I say quietly.

I feel Loki’s hand under my chin lifting my face up to his. My heart starts to beat faster and faster. ‘’May I kiss you?’’ he said suddenly. I’m so shocked by his words that I apparently lost my ability to talk so I smash my lips against his. My hand moves to his hair while his hands move to my hip. Our lips intersect perfectly, I partly move my lips so his tongue can slip into my mouth. The kiss is slow and gentle till his hand moves under my shirt.

I grab his hair harder and before I can realise Loki pushes me on my back and he is laying on top of me. He looks me straight in my eyes and smirks before kissing me again. He moves to my neck and starts sucking. I let out a soft moan and put my hands under his black t-shirt. I feel his perfect back muscles while I slowly move my hand to the top of his back. The feeling of his hard one against my jeans make me put my nails in his back knowing it will leave marks. I grab the end of his shirt and pull it over his head. ‘’ May I take your shirt of?’’ he asked polite. I not my head fast and he takes of my shirt. And that moment I’m exposed to Loki in my black lace bra. I catch him staring for at least longer than five second before he opens his mouth ‘’you’re absolutely gorgeous y/n’’ he says, and a small smile appears on my face.

In a second his lips are in my neck again and he slowly moves down my stomach leaving a lot of kisses and love marks. A few moans escape my mouth ‘’I love it when you moan like that’’ Loki tells me with a big grin. ‘’Don’t stop then’’ I say when I finally got the courage ‘’I definitely won’t’’ he responds, and he starts to open the button of my jeans. ‘’Are you sure you want this’’ he says looking straight into my eyes. ‘’Yes’’ I say hurried. He takes my jeans of and throws them somewhere in the room. He lowers himself between my legs and start kissing my thighs. I am starting to get desperate, so I grab is hair and uncontrolled moans escape my mouth. ‘’You’re so wet for me’’ is all he says while taking of my panties. At this moment I am completely naked in front of him. I want him, I want all of him. ‘’Touch me’’ I say breaking the silence. Loki looks at me with pure lust in his eyes, but he does not do or say anything, did I do something wrong? ‘’please’’ I say.

I almost faint watching Loki biting his lip ‘’anything for you love’’ He says before he starts licking my area. He slowly makes circles on my clit and every time I moan, I notice him going faster and faster. I can’t stop myself grabbing his hair. He makes me feel better than I’ve ever did.

Loki is still licking my sensitive spot while his hand is aggressively grabbing my thighs. I moan his name when the strong feeling starts building in my stomach that make my legs start shaking. ‘’Cum for me’’ Is all he has to say for me to release my juice all in his mouth. After my body calmed down Loki gives me a kiss giving me a taste my own juice.

I try to sit up and push Loki on his back on the bed. I get on top of him and start kissing him, I want to suck him off so bad. ‘’can I-‘’ I say before Loki interrupts me. ‘’I don’t think that’s a good idea. Peter just broke up with you and I don’t want you to do thinks you may regret’’ He says with a serious tone. ‘’but I want to’’ I beg him. He sits up straight with me still on his lap. ‘’me too, I promise’’ he says before I get of his lap. He is right, I just broke up with Peter. what I just did was wrong but that doesn’t make me regret it.

I realise I’m still naked, so I wrap the blanket around me and awkwardly look for my shirt. I see Loki starring at me and another grin forms on his face. ‘’here, take mine’’ he says before he throws his shirt at me ‘’thank you’’ I say soft. I put his shirt on and grab my panties before in get back in bed.

Loki is still sitting up with his back against the headboard of the bed, watching every move I make. I sit up next to him in silence. I don’t want Loki to leave, I love his company. ‘’Do you want to cuddle’’ I say quietly, afraid that he will turn me down. ‘’of course,’’ he says with the sweetest smile ever. We lay down facing each other ‘’Can we spoon?’’ I ask smiling. He nods his head, so I turn around feeling Loki grab my waist pulling me closer. He gives me a kiss on the back of my head and before I knew I fell asleep in Loki’s arms.

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*Y/N Stubs Their Toe*

Y/N : Fuck me!

Bucky : If you gave me a chance , I would take it.

Steve in the back : Y/n! What did we say? Language! Bucky stop being Horny!

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