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Peter Parker x Reader - Scary Big Brother

Request: Can you please please make a Peter Parker x Eddie Brock little sister where peter and the reader are secretly dating and some action of a overprotective Eddie and Venom when they find out!

For: @serenathewolf2

——– Stuffing her knitted hat tightly onto her head, Y/n Brock took a quick glance to her brother’s room, where he lay sleeping like a dead man, before dashing out the door. 

Within the bedroom, Eddie’s snores halted as soon as the door lock clicked. His sister had been sneaking out for quite some time, and he wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was definitely going to get to the bottom of it. She was the only sibling he had, and he adored her with all of his heart. 

Where does she think she’s going at 11pm?! Venom growled from inside Eddie’s mind, and a weak laugh came from his host’s mouth. Venom adored Y/n just as much as Eddie did, and was just as protective over her as he was. 

Eddie flipped the blankets off of his body to reveal himself fully clothed for a night of sneaking around. Not that he would need them, he thought, as Venom was already wrapping his black tendrils around his hands, taking over Eddie’s limbs. 

You’ll still be in control, Venom murmured, but this way, we’re much more sneaky. 

“Are you calling me loud?” Eddie gasped, pretending to be offended. 

“Like a herd of buffaloes in heat.” 

Eddie shot out of bed, shaking his head. “Well, whatever. We don’t have time to argue, anyway. We need to find out where Y/n’s going.” He opened the door to his bedroom door, going to grab his keys for the motorcycle… only to notice that they were gone. 

She took his bike!? “Oh, I am so going to kill her…” Eddie murmured, and then he left the apartment just as quickly as his sister had. 

—-

Peter was fidgeting, rubbing his forehead as he stood on top of his apartment building. He could see the buildings and individual flats, and the glory of the moon glowing on it all, but nothing was prettier in his eyes than his girlfriend. 

He had met her a month ago, and the way she smiled at him made him feel like he was capable of doing anything. Plus, she understood all his jokes, and was good friends with his friends, too, all of which were amazing benefits. 

“Hey handsome,” Y/n purred, wrapping her arms around Peter’s torso before laying her head on his shoulder. She looked to where he was looking and smiled, “The moon’s beautiful, isn’t it?” 

He nodded, “Uh-ye-yeah! I was gonna compare it to you, but I-I thought you’d think that was too cheesy? Oh god, it was too cheesy, wasn’t it?” 

Y/n smiled and shook her head no. “It was perfect.” Her boyfriend was such a sweetheart, and he always made sure she got home safe. He was quite a catch, and she was so happy that she met him in that pizzeria when Ned had begged her to come to a study group with them. They looked at each other with goofy smiles full of pizza, and, well, the rest is history. 

Peter pulled away from Y/n and grabbed her hand, leading her over to the other side of the roof, where he had set up a mini-picnic. “Now, I know it’s midnight, but I thought you’d still like some snacks on our little date.” 

“You know me well, Parker.” She laughed, sitting on the blanket that he had spread out for her. 

Peter sat down next to her, although he looked a little distraught. 

“Pete? Are you okay?” Y/n questioned, waving a hand in front of Peter’s face. He seemed to blink out of it, but he was still fazed. 

“Yeah, but… well, I’d like to take you on a date. A real date. In the daytime.” 

Y/n’s face fell. “Pete… It’s my brother, he’s just-”

“Not okay with secret boyfriends.” Venom snarled, and Peter jumped up quickly. 

“Holy cow, wha-what’s that thing? Oh my gosh- Y/n, get back, I got this.” Peter seemed like he was panicking, but he was already getting into a fighting stance, ready to stop any attack the inky creature lunged towards him or his girlfriend. 

Y/n raised from her seat to look at the creature. “Seriously!? Eddie!”

Peter’s head swiveled, and he stared at her. “You already named it?” 

“No…no no no.” Y/n shook her head, “No, this is my brother. Kind of.” She pointed at the black mass, “He’s actually got a parasite-”

“Parasite!?” Venom yelped, but Y/n ignored him.

“-named Venom, who covers him like a super suit. They’re both super pains when they get protective though. That’s why I wanted to hide our relationship… at least until I could bring him around to the idea.”

Eddie suddenly appeared, as Venom dissolved into his skin. He was looking at his sister, who looked rather sad and disappointed in her big brother. She had always looked up to him, but now? She couldn’t even look him in the eye. He knew there would be only one way to make this right… 

The sandy blond walked over to Peter, who looked hesitant but tried to stand his ground. “Hey, my name’s Eddie. I guess you’re my sister’s boyfriend?” He held out a hand to Peter for him to shake. 

“Ye-Yeah, and you’re the scary big brother.” 

Eddie laughed, “Something like that.” 

———-BONUS——–

“So, Pete is coming over for Christmas, and his Aunt May is coming with him.” 

Eddie nodded, “Yes, right..” 

“What are we making for dinner?” Y/n asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Pile of heads… Pile of bodies…” 

“ohmyNO” 

GHOST AND THE SPIDER ©

CHAPTER 7

AUTHORS NOTE: Peter and Y/N actually talk in this chapter! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, please leave any comments that you might have I love reading them, I adore you guys, enjoy!

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluffish?

GIFS ARE NOT MINE.

“Myshka get up, you’re late for your first day of training.” Nat threw a pair of black leggings and a matching sports bra at me as I pulled the covers over my head groaning, she pulled them away from my face revealing her big green eyes looking down at me, “You still not sleeping properly?” Her face softened as she took in the bags under my eyes.

“I got a couple of hours.” She brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “I’m fine though, just too comfy to get out of bed.” I tried to pull the covers back over my shoulders but Nat held them firmly where they were.

“I’d get up before Bucky comes in here.” She smirked as I rolled my eyes knowing how persistent the Super Soldier was.

“Fineee.” I huffed throwing the remainder of the covers off me and flinging my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the clothes Nat had thrown me earlier and walking to the bathroom to change, I turned to look back at where she still sat on the bed, “But you’re making me breakfast after.”

“Deal, now go change you’re already ten minutes late, Bucky’s probably having an aneurysm.” She stood from the bed sorting my covers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

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AUTHORS NOTE: @just4muggles I hope this lives up to what you wanted if not I’m sorry, I got a little carried away and kind of made this a Peter x Y/N story as well so sorry for that, enjoy!

SUMMARY: Y/N Stark loses hearing in her right ear, her whole family are there for her 100% as she struggles to adjust, but with the help of family and friends anything is possible.

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff, angst.

IMAGES ARE NOT MINE.

Resting my chin in my hand I tried to focus on whatever bullshit was being taught at the front of the class, when it became clear that I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything being said I let my forehead fall onto the table in front of me. A slight ringing sound filled my right ear, thinking nothing of it I brought my hand up and pressed it against my ear to try and disperse the sound, as the sound began to increase I lifted my head from the table to look around, as I was scanning the room to check if anyone else was hearing it my eyes caught MJ looking at me with furrowed brows.

“Y/N/N are you ok?” She asked as she reached for my hand giving it a squeeze, I shook my head as the ringing began to get louder I pulled my hand from hers and covered my ears trying to stop the pain that was shooting through me, I hadn’t realised that I’d let out a scream until I lifted my head to see the whole class was now looking directly at me, as the teacher began to move towards me I shot up from my seat, leaving everything behind I bolted from the school.

••

As I saw the compound come into view I let out a brief sigh of relief, I sprinted past everyone who tried to talk to me and made my way straight to my bedroom, once inside I slammed the door behind me before going into the bathroom and locking myself in. I leant against the wall opposite the door and sank down onto the cold floor, tears flowed freely as I sat hiding my face between my bent knees.

“BUB OPEN THE DOOR!” Dad shouted pounding on the door in front of me, I saw the handle being jiggled repeatedly, I sucked in a breath not ready to face my family and tell them what was happening if I told them that made it real and I wasn’t ready to accept that just yet, the next voice to speak up was Steve.

“Y/N OPEN THE DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK IT DOWN!” He bellowed in his all too famous Captain America voice, I shook my head curling further into myself praying that if I ignored the problem it would go away.

“THERE IS NO NEED TO SWEAR STEVEN, A GOD IS ALREADY HERE!” Thor responded in his normal voice which was loud enough for me to hear despite the deafening ringing in my ears, I heard more heavy banging coming from the other side of the door.

“MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR I’M KICKING IT IN!” I opened my mouth to retort that I was fine but all that came out was another whimper of pain, seconds later the door was being broken from its hinges to reveal Steve filling the doorway worry covering his chiselled features. I saw the rest of the team standing behind him uncertainty on all of their faces, Dad pushed past Steve falling on his knees in front of me.

He put his hands on both sides of my face and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, “What happened Bub?” He looked deep into my blood shot eyes trying to assess what was wrong, I shook my head as more tears fell, he pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth as I cried into his chest.

Wanda came to crouch in front of me where I sat still wrapped in my Dads arms on the bathroom floor, she held her hand out silently asking for permission, I moved one of my hands away from my ears and placed it in her upturned one, she closed her other hand on top of mine, as her eyes shone red I saw her expression change from worry to sadness, she gave my hand a quick squeeze before looking at Dad behind me.

“She needs to go to the med bay.” She spoke in her sweet Sokovian accent.

“WHO DARES HURT LADY Y/N, I WILL CRUSH THEM!” Thor boomed from behind Wanda, she turned to face the team.

“Nobody hurt her, but she is hurting so we need to move.” She shooed the team away from the door as Dad helped me to my feet, he held my hand tightly in his as he led me out off the bathroom and towards the med bay, the rest of the team following quickly behind us.

••

I sat on the bed picking at the skin around my nails while Dr. Cho used an otoscope to check my ears, after she had done multiple scans of my brain and taken a couple vials of blood she sent me for a hearing test. After the test was completed she brought me back into the room and sat me on the bed, I sat with my legs crossed pulling at the loose seem on the hospital gown I was wearing, the door slowly opened and she returned with Dad in tow, he came to the side of my bed and sat down pulling my shaking hand into his larger hand, he ran his thumb over my knuckles trying to soothe the anxiousness I was feeling.

“I’m sorry to tell you this Y/N but you have a total loss of hearing in your right ear.” Despite the agonising ringing in my ear I heard every word she said clear as day, “We’re not sure what caused it, all your scans and bloods came back clear, do you have any questions?” I shook my head still in shock over what she had just told me, “I’m sorry Y/N/N.” She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as she left the room.

As the door closed a tear slipped from my eye, I quickly wiped it away as Dad looked over at me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, as I gripped his shirt more tears silently fell from my face and onto his chest, I cried myself to sleep as Dad reassured me everything would be ok.

••

I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling, the crackling and ringing in my ear slowly driving me insane, I took a deep breath trying to hold my shit together.

“FUCKK!” I threw myself off the bed and stormed over to my desk, I swiped my arms across it throwing everything upon it onto my bedroom floor, I stalked over to my full length mirror, as I looked into I hardly recognised the person staring back, in just two weeks I had lost a considerable amount of weight, my skin had paled and my once luscious hair was dry and dead, more tears filled my eyes the longer I looked at myself, I screamed as I repeatedly threw my fists into the mirror instantly shattering it, blood poured from my knuckles as the broken pieces of glass penetrated my skin.

As I continued my rampage a pair of arms wrapped around me pulling me away from the destruction and into the hall, I thrashed in the arms that held me close to the muscled chest attached to them, “Shhhh, it’s ok Doll, just breathe.” At the sound of Buck’s voice in my ear my body gave in, I slumped against his solid chest, he turned me around in his arms and picked me up bridal style before making his way to the common room.

••

Once my breathing was back to normal and I had finally stopped crying I pulled my head away from where It rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck to look at him, “How did you get into my room, the door was locked and I hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y to not let anyone in?” I questioned him with curious eyes, I felt his chest rumble below me as he laughed.

“I kicked it in.” He responded with a smirk as he squeezed me closer to his side.

“What is with you Super Soldiers and kicking in my doors?” I quipped back with a small smile dancing on my lips.

“Well we wouldn’t need to keep kicking them in if you didn’t keep locking us out.” He poked my cheek and laughed, I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, “I mean fair enough lock those other losers out, but I draw the line at locking me out Doll, I’m too cool for that shit.” I buried my head back into the side of his neck to muffle the laugh I let out, I could feel him staring at me.

“Stop staring at me you creeper.” I pushed the side of his face with my bloodied hand to make him look away.

Before he had the chance to reply the elevator doors opened and the rest of the team entered, “We’re home Tin Man.” Dad called out not yet seeing me curled into the side of Bucky, as they walked further into the room Dad froze, “Do my eyes deceive me or is that my daughter?” He questioned rubbing his eyes.

“Shut up Old Man.” I rolled my eyes and sat up straight to see the rest of the team staring at me with huge smiles on their face, “Oh my God, I’m going back to my room if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” I pushed myself up from Bucky’s lap and began to walk to the elevator, as I passed Dad he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a hug, I was soon squashed in the centre of a bone crushing group hug.

“Guys I can’t breathe!” I tapped Dads back and he kissed my cheek before stepping back, the rest of the team following suit, a pair of soft hands gently pull mine up, I turned to see Nat turning my hands over in her own examining my bloodied knuckles, she looked back to me and with raised eyebrows.

“I may or may not have punched the mirror.” I admitted trying to avoid all the eyes on me, “I also may or may not have trashed my room.” I pulled my hands from her grasp and turned to leave only to come into contact with a solid wall of muscle, “Seriously Steve? Can you move out of the way please?” I looked up to him with my best puppy dog eyes and stuck out my bottom lip trying to make him cave.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’ and turned me back around to face the rest of the team, I turned my head to look back at Steve.

“Traitor.” I whispered to him making him smirk before I turned back around.

“So do you want to tell us what happened while we were gone?” Nat asked her arms crossed in front of her.

“Hmmm… Not really.” I shrugged.

“This is serious Y/N.” Dad scowled at me, I threw my head back and let out a sigh.

“She had a little meltdown, nothing I couldn’t handle, we’re fine now, right Doll?” I looked back at Bucky who was standing next to Steve.

“Right, so if you don’t mind I’m going back to my room.” As I went to move around Dad he grabbed my arm again, I threw my head back and let out an annoyed groan.

“Stay in one of the spare rooms tonight, just until you’re room gets sorted out.” I nodded giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading for the elevator, “And don’t hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock us out again!” He called as the doors opened and I stepped in.

“No promises.” I smirked as the doors closed, once I was alone I leant my head against the wall of the elevator trying to regain my composure.

••

I found myself yet again staring at the ceiling the only difference this time was that it wasn’t my own room, as I crept further into my pit of despair there was a knock at the door, I pushed myself up on my elbows as the door opened slowly.

“Hey Kiddo.”

“Hey Clint.” I replied pulling myself up against the headboard into a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat next to me on the bed and nudged my shoulder with his.

“I’m fine, I asked Helen to clean up my knuckles, she put them in the cradle, they’re good as new.” I held my hands up for him to see as I clenched and unclenched them.

“That’s not what I meant Y/N/N.” He turned his head to the side to look at me.

“I know.” I fiddled with my hands in my lap until Clint put his hands over mine making me look up at him.

“So how are you really?”

“I mean if I’m being honest I’m probably not handling it that well.” I admitted, “It’s just not what I was expecting, I mean the ringing is all the time, like what the fuck is that shit? I thought going deaf meant quiet not loud ass ringing all the fucking time.” I threw my hands up in a huff, Clint let out a chuckle and gave my leg a pat.

“Listen to me Y/N, things are always going to be shit before they get better, but you’ve got to get through the bad times to get to the good.” He held my small hand in his larger rougher one, “But so many new experiences will come from this and you’ll be a better person for it in the end, believe me I know. However you need to start taking care of yourself Y/N/N, you can’t hide out in your room forever and you need to start eating properly, we miss you Kid.”

“I miss you guys too.” I leant my head against his shoulder as he pulled me into his side.

“You know a certain superhuman spider has been over every day for the past two weeks asking about you.” He smirked down at me.

“Oh my God Clint, shut up!” I pushed his arm away from me while he laughed at my embarrassment.

“Hey, I just call it how I see it.” He held his hands up in defence, “But as your favourite Uncle I demand to know when you two are finally going to admit you’re in love with each other.”

“Who said you were my favourite Uncle?” He let out a loud gasp and held his hand to his heart, I sprung off the bed and ran out of the room, Clint was quick to follow, taking the stairs two at a time I burst into the common room startling the members of the team who occupied it, throwing myself onto the sofa I pulled Steve’s arm over me to protect myself from Clint.

“What did you do this time?” Steve asked as I pulled his arm around me tighter.

“Why do you automatically assume that I’m the one that’s to blame?” I scoffed at him as Clint came bounding through the doors and pointed his finger at me as he walked towards where I sat on the sofa between Nat and Steve.

“Nat you’re not going to believe what just happened!” He ranted as he flung his arms all over the place to emphasise how big a deal it was, “This little hooligan right here, my ONLY Niece just said that I wasn’t her favourite Uncle, I mean can you believe that shit, I mean me not her favourite Uncle?!” He exclaimed as Nat tried her best not to laugh at him, he turned to look at me and once again pointed, “And to think I was going to teach you ASL so we could talk about these suckers right in front of their faces.”

“I never said you weren’t my favourite Uncle.” He scoffed at me as he crossed his arms in front of him, “I love you all equally, but if you want to teach me ASL I am so down for that shit!”

“Language.” Steve spoke up as he carried on watching the TV in front of him.

“But only if you teach me how to swear so that Captain I Never Swear over hear isn’t saying language at me every five minutes.” I felt Steve squeeze me into his side as he smirked still focused on the TV.

“Deal.” Clint shook my hand before pulling me up to start teaching me ASL.

••

It had been a little over two months since losing the hearing in my right ear, since then Dad had made a hearing aid similar to the ones that Clint wore, I had put back on all of the weight I lost and was finally starting to feel like myself again.

As we sat around the table waiting for dinner to arrive Clint and I signed back and forth.

‘So, have you told Peter how you feel yet?’

‘No, Clint because there’s nothing to tell.’ I replied with a roll of my eyes.

‘Bullshit.’ He smirked from across the table.

‘You should tell him how you feel Y/N.’ Nat joined in from next to Clint.

‘I always forget that you can tell what we’re talking about!’ I let my hands fall to the table with a huff as Nat and Clint laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked from next to me.

“Nothing.” I replied with a smile.

‘You want to do something to pass the time?’ Clint asked with a mischievous look in his eyes, I instantly sat up straight.

‘Hell yes!’ I grinned at him.

‘You know I’m always up for a bit of fun.’ Nat smirked from across the table.

‘Ok, so nobody else knows what we’re saying, so lets see how long it takes before they have enough and tell us to stop.’ Nat and I both nod at the plan.

‘I’ll go first.’ Clint and Nat both nodded, I turned to look at Bucky who was talking to Steve who sat across the table, when he felt me looking at him he turned to face me with one brow raised, I pulled my eyebrows together and made a face of confusion at him before turning back to face Nat and Clint and signing to them. ‘Do you think If I stare at him and then sign to you he’ll think we’re talking about him?’ They both looked at a confused Bucky before nodding their heads in unison.

“What are you saying?” He questioned from next to me both his brows pulled tightly together.

“Nothing.” I giggled at him as Nat and Clint laughed from across the table.

Nat scanned her eyes over Steve who sat next to her, she made a noise which pulled his attention, he sat up straighter in his seat while she observed him before turning back towards Clint and I as I took a sip of water she signed. ‘Steve wears tops so tight that sometimes I think his nipples are going to cut through them.’

I spat the water that was in my mouth all over myself as we all burst out laughing gaining the attention of everyone at the table.

“Alright new rule, no signing at the table.” Steve demanded as he looked at Clint, Nat and I who were still recovering.

‘Well that didn’t take long.’

“What did I just say Y/N?” Steve gave me a pointed look as I held my hands up in surrender.

“Food’s here!” Peter called as he and Dad stepped out of the elevator with about ten boxes of pizza in hand, as they set them in the middle of the table and everyone spread them out Peter took his seat next to me, “Why are you covered in water?” He questioned with a raised brow.

“I’ll tell you later.” I laughed as Steve and Bucky both gave me shit eye.

••

After everyone had finished stuffing themselves on way too much pizza we all shuffled into the common room to spread out and relax.

“I’m getting another drink does anybody want anything while I’m up?” A chorus of ‘no thank you’ and ‘nope’ came from the mass of superhero’s lounging on the sofas and floor all of them focusing on the TV in front of them.

After getting a bottle of water I made my way to the balcony to cool off, as I leant against the railing letting the breeze flow through my hair I heard the door slide open and footsteps approach from behind me, I turned to face Peter as he stared out into the night.

“I saw you come out here, wanted to check that you were ok.” He said not looking over at me.

“I’m good, there’s just a lot going on, being outside calms me.” I felt him looking at me so I turned to face him, he smiled that perfect smile of his that I’ve been in love with for years.

“Anything I can help with?” He questions moving closer to me, I took a deep breath before signing to him.

‘I love you.’ It felt like a huge weight had been lifted even though Peter had no idea that I’d just confessed my love for him, his face grew into an even bigger smile before he pulled me in to his arms and kissed me softly. Holy shit balls, Peter was kissing me, he was actually kissing me! When he pulled back he moved his hands in front of him and began to sign.

‘I love you too.’

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your dad catches you and peter

pairing: peter parker x stark! reader

type: smut // headcanon

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- let’s get one thing straight; you & peter stay being freaks in the sheets. like yall WILD wild

- daddy kink? role playing? choking? y’all fuck with it all.

- so you guys are kicking it in stark tower one day, where u both live.

- everyone knows yall date & tony tried to keep you guys from being alone but eventually he just gave it up

- kids, amiright

- you did go to pepper once things started to pick up between you & peter & asked for birth control

- “if u tell your dad i did this for u, we’re both dead.” pepper told you after handing you the birth control. point is, always practice safe sex kiddos.

- so back to u & peter chillin. you guys just cuddling, watching netflix, doing yo thang u know how it be.

- “you’re so beautiful.” peter tells you as he stares down at you. you’re basically curled up into his body.

- “peter i wanna kiss.” you say all innocent like.

- “that’s very demanding of u.” peter jokes.

- “peterrrrrr.”

- “fine.” peter plants one prude fuckin kiss in your nose like this shit just a game.

- “that’s all i get?”

- “you want more?” peter asks with a smirk.

- “yes, daddy.” now you’re crawling into his lap, positioning yourself at eye level and leaning your head in to meet his.

- peter, even for how rough he can be in bed, is always the most gentle kisser.

- peter moves at the last minute and rubs your nose against yours. cute? yes. what you wanted? not at all.

- “an eskimo kiss? really peter?” bitch really thinks he slick.

- “you’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, babygirl,” peter tells u, knowing damn well you want that vitamin d.

- “i want you to fuck me hard, daddy.”

- “yes, ma’am.” peter replies like the nerd he is.

- peter snakes his hand into your underwear. you didn’t have any pants on because we all know pants are for cowards. don’t wear pants. ever.

- anywho

- peter is being so tender & gently rubbing your clit with his thumb, flicking it back and forth between his thumb & pointer finger

- you’re very slowly moving up and down on his hand while still straddling his lap. peter puts his free hand on your waist with a grip so hard it’s sure to leave bruises. your eyes are closed, you’re biting your lip like your fuckin bella from twilight.

- peter cant take his eyes off of your face as you move up and down in ecstasy because of how good his fingers make u feel. you open your eyes and meet his gaze. his big puppy brown eyes are glued on you and sexy you look

- “feel good, babygirl?”

- you’re just a moaning mess & can’t even respond. peter kisses you deeply & just agh this man will be the death of me.

- “peter i’m gonna come” you say as you approach your edge, prompting peter to pull his fingers out from your panties.

- “you’re not coming until i’m in that lil pussy”

- goddamn yes sir whatever u want

- peter is pulling his hard cock out of his pants. you spread the precum spewing out of his tip around & spit on the head a few times while slowly jerking him off. with you still on peter’s lap, he slides into you excruciatingly slow.

- “peter i’m begging you to speed up.”

- “but i love it when you beg.”

- YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ATTITUDE BC QUITE FRANKLY IVE HAD ENOUGH BUT HOMEBODY KNOWS HOW TO FUCK SO WE GOIN LET IT SLIDE THIS ONE TIME

- peter is fucking u so good, hitting your clit hard every time he carefully moves in & out of u. each thrust is slow & thought out. you’re in agony as you sit on peters lap while he fucks you hopelessly.

- “daddy,” you whimper.

- “what do you need, babygirl?”

- “i need to come, daddy.”

- “you want to come with my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours?”

- you moan in response. how is this man so composed, you look MESSY. all of a sudden peter hits your g spot HARD.

- “daddy!” u scream, way too loud.

- peter’s hand quickly covers your mouth as he continues fucking u.

- “get the hell of my daughter.” your dad calmly tells peter.

- oh fucking shit. didn’t even hear him come in. what did i just do. holy hell

- y’all just sitting there in shock

- peter is still inside you

- so that’s not good

- “peter you have 10 seconds to get out of stark tower before i kill you.”

- peter didn’t even fuck with the door or walking by mr. stark. he was out the window in 5 seconds flat

- “and you-“ your dad points to you. “get decent, come talk to me then.”

- well shit

- so u put lots of clothes on

- lookin like a fuckin nun

- feeling the holy spirit corse through you

- you are reborn a child of god

- no fucking the spiderman for you

- nope. uh uh.

- “y/n.” your dad approaches you when you step out of your room.

- “who gave you permission to do anything of that kind?” your dad asks you.

- you look around. ALL of the Avengers + Pepper are there staring at y’all

- cool 🙃

- “tony what is going on?” pepper asks, the first out of the group to speak.

- “yeah i don’t understand what’s happening.” natasha interjects

- “y/n here thinks it’s okay to just go around having sex with peter whenever & wherever she please.”

- “tony!” pepper yells at him.

- “what?” tony replies defensively

- “y/n is a young woman, that is her business.” pepper defends you.

- “the whole group don’t need to know. that’s just embarrassing for y/n.” natasha tells your dad. your race was tomato red.

- “my little girl was calling peter parker ‘daddy!’” tony yells back

- WHAT THE FUCK, DAD

- & THE FACE THAT STEVE & BUCKY MAKE AT EACH OTHER. THEY DID NOT WANT TO THAT INFORMATION EITHER

- “who let you think this is okay? with no protection?” your dad yells at you

- YIKES SIS REALLY DONT KNOW

- “i let her.” pepper speaks up. “i’ve been giving her birth control.”

- BIG OOF

- “what?” tony asks all confused like the dumb bitch he be sometimes

- “tony,” pepper says tryna calm him down. “y/n is __ years old. she is responsible enough for this.”

- “wow, okay, fine. anyone not think i’m crazy?” tony asks the group.

- “tony this is completely inappropriate.” natasha says, stepping closer to tony, a lil threatening.

- “steve?” tony asks, tryna get pry those morals out of him.

- “i think y/n can figure this one out.” steve replies

- OH SHIT SIS SNAPPED GET FUCKED

- “y/n, just go to your room.” your dad tells you defeated. “& next time you & peter… do stuff… lock the damn door.”

- & with that, you outtie. you go back into your room, sitting on your bed, taking it all in

- “is he gone?” peter pokes his head in through your window.

- “peter!” you exclaim.

- he climbs in & u meet him with a kiss.

- “what’d he say?” peter asks you

- “i’ll tell you later.” you tell him.

- this time, you lock the door.

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inspired

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

This was so sweet and wholesome

Family.

Hello! This is one of the most special things I ever wrote. Not only because it’s emotional, but also because it was requested by one of the sweetest people this blog gave me the pleasure to meet! I hope this was what you wanted, @purplerain85 ! Thank you for trusting me with this one!

Prompt: You’re a single mom to a little girl and Tom absolutely falls in love with both of you and wants to start a family.

Warnings: Besides wanting to have babies with Tom, none.

Ps: I know what you’re thinking. “Maria, are you going to give the exact same names to the children on every story??” Yes, I will. Fight me.

like 3.5k words. 

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Loki in that black suit, reblog if you agree

Broskis I already know that we’re gonna go on a wild ride and I’m hyped

On my own

Part 1

(Peter Parker x Reader)

A lot of Tony Stark as well!!!

Summary: Reader lives a hard life, jumping from foster home to foster home, only staying in NYC though. The reader is a mutant, no one wanted her, and it’s not like she could contain her powers. But in her efforts to steal a famous suit, she ends up getting caught. Her path going in a different direction.

Warning: Language, violence, absuiveness, sexual harassment (sorta not really)

Word count: 4.3 K

A/N: I’m starting a new series because I just can’t stop thinking about this idea and I really need to get it out of my system. This doesn’t mean I’m not opening up requests. I’m still opening them when winter break starts :) And if anyone finds a way for me to post smut before tumbler starts taking them down LET ME KNOW PLEASEEEEE

You leaned your head back, looking up at the ceiling, your head resting on the chair. As you watched the plain white clean ceiling, your mind drifted off to how you ended up here. Cuffed to a desk.

-

This is it. You thought. You tied the straps on your backpack. You looked into the stained mirror, applying the black paint around your eyes. You then tied a black bandana on your mouth and pulled your also black hoodie up. You took a look around the room. All your equipment and tech laid out on the worn out tables. Your eyes then widen.

Running up to your shelf, you quickly grab your gloves. Slipping them on, you stretch your fingers in the glove. You take one last look at the room, and head towards the door. You lock the door behind you securely, putting the key in your bag.

You jogged down steps of the old video shack. It was still open, but no one ever came. Luckily the owner only opens the store from Mondays to Thursdays, so you convinced him to let you take the place above him. It was a small space and it was pretty broken up and he never went upstairs so he gave it to you. Only if you helped clean the place, and worked at least two of the four days he’s opened. You obviously took it because it was better than nothing.

You turned the whole floor, into your own lab. Taking advantage of the old tech the owner never wanted, and the many outlets in the room. You’ve had this place now for about two or three years now. Your main reason for this lab though, was to design a type of device to control and harness your powers.

You were a mutant.

You never had it easy. Mainly because your powers were too strong, and your only a teenage girl. What you could do was incredible, but your always careful not to unleash it. Because just a small thing could do a lot of damage.

What are your powers? You have the ability to absorb cosmic energy and other forms of energy and channel it back in the form of photonic blasts. You also had incredible stamina.

Though these powers sound amazing, your afraid of them. Your afraid to know what happens if you loose control. Your afraid to know what happens to yourself if you loose control. Yes, you’ve used them many times, but never to a huge extent. You’ve designed many devices, such as a tight suit to hold in your energy, but that just ended up melting.

For the past three years, you’ve been stealing tech from people, trying to use it to your benefit. Currently what’s helping you control your powers are these gloves. So what are you doing now? Well let’s get back to where we were.

It’s currently 1:45am. The store was closed, so no one was there when you came down. You made your way out the backdoor. You kept your head low, your hands in your pockets as you walked quickly. It was a normal night in Queens. People roamed the streets, you saw drug deals go down in alleyways, the same old.

As you approached Manhattan, you picked up the speed. Staying close to the dark alleyways, you ran down the streets. You didn’t have super speed, but you definitely weren’t average.

Finally apporching the Avengers Tower.

You heard on the news they were closing it down, and moving to a different place. Which made for a perfect night to take some stuff.

Your life is rough, you weren’t just going to sit there and beg for a better life. You take what you get and you make it your own. You lived on the streets, you were tossed around like garbage, so you took to yourself. You used your abilities, and brilliant mind to get what you needed to survive. You were a criminal. You didn’t ask to be one, it just happened. After being left on the streets at four months, you grew accustomed to this. Now your 16 and you’ve never been caught once.

Well at least not until you did this.

You tapped the screen on your watch. It looked shitty, but it was worked. The small screen let out a blue 3D map of the tower, all the paths and exit ways. You took a few turns, finding your way to a backdoor. As an instinct you scanned the area. Your eyes landing on a small video camera. With a flick of your fingers aimed towards the camera, it’s on the floor, melted. You run with your back low. Your hands ghost over the knob, burning it until you hear a click

Stepping into the tower you take a quick check around. Empty.

You follow your screen, up a few stairs, taking rights and lefts, finally finding it. Your eyes looked through the small window on the door. Your eyes lighting up at what was behind the doors. There beautiful. You scanned each Iron man suit, you could feel the excitement. You finally had the tech to make something. Not just something, but something that could get you out.

All you ever wanted, all you ever needed, was to have a well suited together device that could help you control your powers so you could get away from this place. You could leave the foster homes, the abusive parents, the mistreating and handling. All of it. You needed an out. And this was it.

You quickly made work to the key pad placed by the door. Getting the passcode correct somehow, you entered the room, your eyes landing on the most recent suit. It looked like nanotechnology. Your fingers ghosted on the suit, the metal sending chills up your spine. Your head snaps back as you look at the time. You didn’t have time to stare.

You opened you bag, grabbing a small chip as sticking it on the suit. With a few codes typed on your screen the suits lock is disabled, and the suit disappears only leaving a glowing triangle. Not wasting time. You grab the triangle, zipping your bag closed and getting out. You make your way out of the building as quickly as possible.

When you finally get back to the shack. You let out a sigh of relief. You obviously doubted yourself a little, stealing something like Tony Stark’s suit wasn’t easy. To be honest, it took you months of programming the chip, finding pathways throw the tower and obviously creating the watch screen.

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes, changing into a worn out pair of jeans, and a baggy T. After changing, you take your bag and make your way out.

4:36am - You walk into the worn down house, garbage and clothes lying everywhere. You make you way down the hallways, but before you can enter the room, he steps in front of you.

“It’s late. Where the fuck were you?” Jerry asked, aka your foster dad for about four and half months now. He was one of the bad ones. Him and his bitch of a wife. They were abusive dicks, who didn’t give a shit about you. The only reason your there is because child services is on your ass, always looking into your background. They know about a few of the small robberies you took part in, but you slipped through, mainly because you were a minor and found ways. Besides that, currently you live with Jerry, Lain, and there freak-of-a-son Ronald and preppy-ass daughter Alison, the reason they kept you was just to have someone to abuse, push around, knowing you have no where else to go.

“Out.” You say, walking past him, trying to get to your ‘room’, if you call a small  closet with a small ass window, a room. But before you make it, your pulled back by your wrist. You stumble back a little, the grip on your wrist tightening, he lifted it close to your face.

“Don’t give me that fucking attitude, slut.” With just a flick of your fingers his fingers would be burned, but the thought quickly leaves your mind. You did not need them exposing you.

“Ok.” You say firmly. Jerry, pushed your wrist back making you loose your balance a little and hit the wall.

“Get out of my face.” He spits.

“Gladly.” You mutter to yourself, but he seems to hear it, somehow.

“The fuck you just say to me.” Your head is whipped to the side, you feel the stinging burn on your left cheek. Before the pain takes over, his nasty hand grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers, he takes a steps towards you, as you take one back. But sooner or later your back comes in contact with the wall, and he pushes your head back. “I fucking dare you to say something else.” You could smell the vodka from his mouth, ultimately wanting to puke with scent. You stay silent though. “That’s what I thought.” He pushed your face back, hitting the wall hard. He turned on his heel, going to the living room. You huffed and walked to your room, closing the door behind you.

All you had in the small space was, a small window, a mattress on the ground and a plastic dresser in the corner. You dropped your bag on the floor, unzipping it, your eyes imminently land on the suit, you take the triangle out. Your fingers danced around it, before putting it back in. You slip out of your pants leaving you in just your panties and picking up a t-shirt from the floor. Sleep coming to you quickly.

You woke up two hours later, to the feeling of something cold pressing on your thighs. Your eyes shoot open, coming face to face with Ronald. Your sheets were off you, as his hands touched your legs. You push him away from you, as you stood up quickly.

“What the fuck?!” You grab a pair of army jeans and slip them on.

“What?” He says with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“Get the fuck out before I bash your head into the floor.” He steps towards you, about to touch you, but you push him back harder this time.

“Don’t be a bitch.” He says.

“Get out!” Ronald rolled his eyes, leaving your room. Your body shook, feeling dirty. You quickly change into a whit tank top, and putting a black sweater on, leaving it half unzipped. You grab your bag, slipping on some old nikes a guy sold you a week ago.

6:09am - You made your way into the shack. “Mornin!” You shout as you waved to Johnny, the owner.

“Mornin.” He says as he rearranged the shelves. “Why are you here so early?” He asks curiously.

“Just some trouble at the place,” Johnny’s eyes fall at what you said. He knew you were a foster kid, it was one of the reasons why he let you stay here. You usually came here when there were problems at the foster homes. You never told him what happens, just that there not good. And he’s seen the bruises and scratches that was on your body. He tried his best to help you, lending you some money when you desperately needed it, buying you a few clothes here and there. And letting you use the shower that was in the back room of the store.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and head out.”

“Sure thing.” You make your way to the bathroom.

7:21am - You walk down the halls of the old pubic school. It rotted and smelled, and everyone that went here were sketchy as hell. Queens High School was the worst. You never paid attention, never studied, never put in effort, but you still seemed to have an A in everything. At least you had the brains. Doesn’t mean you haven’t gotten suspended multiple times. Usually for stealing, getting into small fights, skipping classes, and other shit.

2:25pm - You were the first person out of the building. You ran down the street, passing by people, accidentally bumping into some on the way. You had to get to the lab. You had to start working. You’ve been holding his suit all day, just waiting. And finally you can work on it.

Making your way to the shack, which is 20 minutes away from your school, you see a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. Your eyes scan over the expensive car, amazed at how clean and shiny it was. But why would that be here. In Queens. And on the street where the most robberies happen. You entered the shack, the bell from the door making Johnny lookup. “Hey, how was school?” You look back out at the car, and back to Johnny.

“Oh um it’s was ok- hey who’s car that?” You point over your shoulder. Johnny looks back down at his magazine.

“Some rich guy wanted to see you. I told him he could wait upstairs until you get here.” Rich guy? Oh shit!

“Did he say his name?,” You had to make sure. Johnny chuckles.

“You’ll know him, when you see him.” You nod back and make your way to the back of the store, where the stairs were located. But you quickly exit the building through the back door. You climb the ladder on the side of the building, and you peak your head through your lab window.

And there he stood. Tony Stark. You watched as he moved around your lab, picking at some inventions and tools laying around. How did he find me? You were sure that your plan went smoothly and it did. As you thought about the possible ways of how you could have gotten caught, you didn’t notice that you were showing your whole body from the window. And the moment you look back in, you see the man turn to look at you. His eyes squint to focus on you, that’s when your mind drifts off and your ready to run but forget that your on a ladder and fall. The contact of the ground hitting your back, knocked the wind out of you. You held your rib, rolling and groaning on the floor. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

Tony looked through the window, he quickly made his way down the stairs and out the backdoor. You weren’t there. He catches a glimpse of you running down the streets from the corner of his eye. Tony went back to his car, sitting down on the driver’s seat, with an annoyed huff. And with a click of a button, his suit is on him and he’s flying above the buildings.

“Friday, directions.” He says sounding a little frustrated that he had to be chasing down some random-ass robber. 

Your eyes could not stop looking back. Every second your head whipped around to see if he was chasing you. But nothing. Your hood stayed still atop your head as you ran. But when you turn down an alleyway and look back-

“Stop running.” The Iron Man was hovering over the ground in front of you, landing with a loud crash, that shook the earth around you. You kept the hood of your jacket on. “I think you should give back what you stole.” He says cockily.

“Oh I’m sorry, a return date was posted on it,” You answer just as cockily, your voice stern, trying to by yourself a little time to think of a plan. Tony was taken aback at what he heard. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but what caught him off guard mostly was the softens and kid-like voice. 

“How old are you,” He takes a step towards you, trying to show a little decency. But you take a step back, your hands, up ready to fight. 

“Old enough.” Tony’s mask dissolves into his suit, as he cocks his head to the side. 

“How did you steal the suit?” He was genuinely curious, how on earth could someone steal his suit? It’s Tony fucking Stark. You take a few more steps back, just about ready to leave. 

“I don’t have time to be interrogated by a rich boy.” 

“I wouldn’t run if I were you.” It’s your turn to cock your head to the side.

“And why’s that?-” Without a second’s notice, you feel your hands tied together. You look down to see a sticky like substance restraining you. The source of the white substance lands next to Tony. Spider-man. You’ve seen videos of him when Alison was gushing over him. You’ve actually run away from him a couple of times. You had to admit, he was pretty cool, but you couldn’t stop your ways just because there was a hero on your streets. 

“How was that Mr. Stark?” Spider-man says a little to excitedly. Tony gives him a look with his eyes that say’s stay cool. Spider-man nods, turning back to you and straightening up his shoulder’, in a tough guy way. You try wiggling out of the webbing, but it was useless that way. 

“Now that I have your attention, let’s talk.” You continue to struggle in the webs.

“It’s no use.” Spider-man says. “Struggling won’t do anything-” But before he could finish his sentence, your hands rip apart, the energy sending Tony and Spider-man back a bit. The web’s dissolved, due to the energy blast, but so half the sleeves of your jacket. You quickly make your way to another alleyway, ripping the sleeves off and throwing them to the side. The hoodie is still on your head concealing as much as possible. 

“Mr. Stark, what was that? You didn’t tell me the dude has power?!” Spider-man gets up, patting himself off. Tony standing as well, seeming just as shocked.

“I didn’t know. And I’m pretty sure, the dudes a girl.” Tony’s mask, comes back on, covering his face. “And aren’t you the one that always seem’s so loose her?” Spider-mans head drops. “Friday, where did she go?” 

You didn’t even know where you were going, you just ran, all you had to do was get out of there. But soon enough, you were lost. You looked around. Nothing was familiar. That was until the Iron man suit as well as the red-and-blue suit landed in front of you. Before you could get your hands up, you feel the metal tighten around your wrists. You tried creating an energy blast, but the restraints prevented you from doing so. 

“What is this?” You struggle in the restraints. They don’t answer you, instead the car that was once parked in front of the shack, pull’s up next to you. 

“In.” Is all he says. 

-

The door clicks, your head comes up from the chair, looking at the Billionaire, walking in. Your head rests back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Tony sits on the other side of the table. A tablet in his hand. He double taps on the screen, a series of videos, pictures and information, all on you appears on in the middle of the table. 

“That’s you isn’t it?” You look at the video, Tony is referring too. It about a month ago, when you broke into penthouse in manhattan. “And this one,” this one was of you, blasting a technology store open. “And finally this one.” This was a tape of you breaking into the Avengers Tower. 

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your head picking up from the chair, staring him dead in the eye. Tony looks at you. Really looks at you. He notices the bags under your eyes, the torn up clothes, the bruises and scars scattering your arm and the top of your chest. 

“You stole my suit.” You give him a look saying And? “No ones ever stolen from me. No ones ever laid hands on my suits, and you just walk in and out like it was nothing.” You shift in your chair. 

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” You reply, Tony rolls his eyes as he takes out a chip from his pocket, sliding it in the middle of the table. It was your chip. “I’ve never seen anyone do this kind of programming, at least anyone other than myself.” He then takes out your gloves as well. “This as well. I’ve also seen your lab.” 

“What do you want?” You ask again, a little panicked at the fact that this man knows every bit of information on you. And him knowing about your powers. No one knew about them. In sixteen years, you haven’t told a single soul. 

“I want to know how you did it. How you managed to get this programming done.” 

“Don’t I need a lawyer or something, you can’t question a minor without one, it’s illegal.” Tony sits back on the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Really? You’ve been living your whole life against the law and if I’m being quite honest, I don’t think you could afford one.” 

“Fuck off.” You answer, his words hitting something inside you. Tony’s eyes soften a little, seeing you get sensitive about the subject of money. 

“I can help you.” His hands intertwine, resting them on the table, as he leans in. 

“I don’t need anything from you.” You spit out, shifting in your seat, for what seemed like the millionth time. You flexed your wrists, that were cuffed to the table. Your wrists rolling against the handcuffs. You had to admit it, they were annoying. You’ve never been caught. It felt different being caught, what’s worse was that you couldn’t think of anything, you had no clue how to get out of this and that scared you.

“Just hear me out-” You stand up loudly, the chair falling back, your hands slamming down on the table.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I don’t need shit from you. You can have your fucking suit back, and if your worried that I messed with it, I didn’t even get a chance to even open it. Now get these fucking things off me!” Your wrists wiggled in the cuffs, you felt like an animal and it was suffocating. 

“Kid calm down-” Tony stands up slowly, being aware of your sudden discomfort and anxiety, not trying to pull any quick movements. 

“I’m calm, I just.” Your eyes lower to your hands that were in tight fists. You closed your eyes for a brief second as you took a deep breathe in. Your hands stayed in fists, but your eyes telling a different story. “Is there anything else you want from me?” You ask more calmly.

“No, um just wait here, I’ll be back.” You nod. Tony exits the room, finding Peter looking through the glass window. 

“What are you still doing here?” Peter’s eyes linger on you before they snap to the side looking at Tony. 

“Oh I just um, just wanted to see how everything is going down. She um- she looks young. H-How old is she?” Peter is still wearing his Spidey suit as he rocked on his heels. Tony eyes squint at Peter, before answering. 

“She’s sixteen-”

“I’m sixteen!”  Peter says a little to excitedly, his voice high-pitched. He does a fake cough, before making his voice lower. “I mean, I mean um I’m sixteen too.” Tony nods his head, with a amused look. Peter feels the awkward silence and changes the subject. “So um, what are you going to do?” Peter looks back at the window, where you were fidgeting around. 

“Let her go.” Tony says making his way to exit the room.

“Let her go?! What- why?!” Tony turns around, he looked down at his tablet, and back up at Peter.

“She just took the suit, she didn’t mess around with it, she didn’t do anything wrong with it.” Peter’s eyes widen at Tony’s words.

“Isn’t she a criminal or something?” Tony looks at the glass window, his eyes softening a little when he sees you. He felt a part of him needing to protect you, to keep you safe. He couldn’t explain it. 

“She’s a kid. Doesn’t really know what’s right from wrong, because no one taught her. She just needs… a little support.” Tony’s eyes take one more look at you, before shifting over to Peter’s confused ones. “Anyways!” He say’s loudly with a clap. “ I need you to give her company for now. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Before Peter could say another word, Tony leaves. 

Peter turns on his heel, his hands becoming all sweaty, and the butterflies swirling around his stomach. Slipping his mask over his head, he opens the door. 

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A/N: Ok this is the start of the a new series. Part 2 coming soon. And I have a twist in the series that I think y’all would really enjoy, so stay toned I guess. If not them um, thanks for reading this one ;)

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Finally Found My Way

Part 13

Warning: language, fluff, overprotective Tony and some smut

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 6.3 K

A/N: This is the last part of the series. Hope you guys enjoyed it! :)

The warm morning sunlight shone gently through the open window of the hotel room, a light breeze blowing the curtains softly. Peter stirred in his sleep, yawning as he brought one hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes, before opening them slightly enough to observe the world around him. Laying on his side on the soft mattress of his bed, was you, one of his arm’s was draped under your sweater holding your bare waist as the other went behind his head casually. His mind then remembered what had happened last night. He remembered confessing his feelings to his best friend. He remembered his best friend confessing her feelings to him. He remembered you under him. He remembered the feeling of kissing ever inch of your body. He remembered the feeling of being inside you and pleasuring you. And he definitely remembered all the times you told him I love you.

Peter sat up quietly to stretch his arms out, being careful not to wake you. As he came back down from his sigh, he turned over to look at your sleeping form, and he felt himself melt at the beauty he couldn’t believe he could finally call his. Your body was tangled in the soft white sheets covering your bare legs. Your hair was messy but pushed out of your face as your head lay on the pillows. Your eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. He could hear the little soft breaths coming from your lips. His eyes traced down to your neck, seeing the love bites he left last night.

You shifted silently, rolling onto your stomach, half your body on Peters side, your check pressed against his shoulder, your arm thrown lazily across his chest, and one leg bent on top of his legs. Peter chuckled quietly to himself, how did he get so lucky. He placed a hand on your back rubbing it gently, as he continued to watch you in awe. Your eyelids fluttered open at the sensation, mouth opening letting out a little hitched yawn. Your eyes met with soft chocolate ones.

“Hey.” You say quietly, as you give Peter a tired smile.

“Hey.” He says as he smiled back. That’s the moment when you became aware of where you were. You shot up, you were practically straddling Peter.

“What time is it?” You say a little too loudly. And that’s when Peter eyes widened and he became aware of the situation. Peter quickly turned over, making you lose your balance on his lap and fall off the bed.

“Fuck-” Peter jumped of the bed, helping you up on your feet. His hands came up to your face, one hand cupping you cheek as the other rubbed the back of your head, where you fell. “Are you okay?” A smile tugs on your lips as a laugh escapes.

“Yea I’m fine,” You still continue to laugh, making Peter laugh nervously.

“A-are you sure your okay?” Peter was still holding you, your hands came up to hold his wrists bringing them down to your sides. Instead you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck pulling him close to your face. Peter’s hands came up to hold your waist.

“Your such a dork.” You say as you pulled him into for a kiss. Yes, Peter has kissed you, multiple times last night, and you guys had sex, but kissing you still made brought butterflies in his stomach. You pulled away, still holding Peter close to you. You noticed his red cheeks and sparkling eyes, and you melted. “I’m in love with you Spidey-boy.” Peter’s face brightened as he heard the words leave your lips.

“And I’m in love with you Stark Chick.” Peter reconnected your lips. His hands slid down to your thighs nudging them for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around Peter’s torso, crossing your ankles behind his back. Peter held you close as you deepened the kiss. You guys were too invested in each other, completely forgetting to check the time until you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Peter, it’s me Ned. Your not answering your phone and I really need to change because we’re leaving in like 15 minutes, can I come in?” Peter’s head quickly whipped around as his hand came up.

“Wait! Give me a minute!” Peter put you down gently as he grabbed his shirt and pants, and you grabbed your shorts.

“Fuck I have to go back to my room.” You whisper yell as you button your shorts.

“We don’t have to say anything to anyone yet, I can just tell Ned you fell asleep here and wanted privacy.” Peter says.

“Yea okay,” You and Peter walk to the door, but you give Peter a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you in a bit.” Peter opens the door, letting you out. Ned looked between you and Peter, you say a quick ‘hey’ to Ned and practically run down the hall to your room.

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Mj was already dressed and ready to go.

“Where were you?” Mj said as you walked over to your unslept bed.

“I um I stayed at Peter’s room” you say, as you take out a clean pair of clothes.

“Peter’s room, why would you stay at Peter’s room- oh my god is that a hickey?! You had sex with Parker!” Mj’s hand came over her mouth as she looked at you in shock.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh, don’t yell.” Mj’s hand dropped as she walked over to you. She moved aside your hair exposing more hickey’s.

“Dayammmm, Parker really couldn’t get enough.” You never checked to see how much Peter left on you.

“What?” You made your way to the bathroom mirror, your eyes widening at the amount of hickeys Peter left. “Fuck how am I supposed to cover all these. I didn’t even bring make-up, I only brought fucking mascara that’s it! Fuck,” You turn around looking back at Mj who is laughing her ass off. “Stop laughing, what is everyone gonna say?”

“Really Parker? Like I knew there was a little somethin somethin going on between the two of you, but Parker?!” She didn’t even try to hide her laughs now.

“Shut up, can you just help me,” You say teasingly.

“Ok ok,” She grabs her bag from beside her bed. “Wait a second,” she turns around to look at you, this time her face was in a small smirk. “was that your first time?” You felt heat rise on your cheeks.

“Y-Yea, it’s not a big deal,” Mj pulls out her make-up bag, which only had three things in it, but it was useful.

“Not a big deal- yes it is! Hold up- did he pressure you to do it because I swear to fucking god-”

“No no he didn’t, I wanted to. We wanted to, and he had a condom so it was fine. He really cared.” You say, your mind wandering to the night before, lustful memories of Peter and you tangled in each other-

“Helloooo,” Mj says waving her hand in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What sorry,”

“I was asking if he was good.” Mj says, as she pulled out her concealer. Your face reddened quickly, making Mj chuckle to herself.

“Yea he was, better than I thought. But that’s all I’m saying.”

“Fine fine, one more thing though.” Mj says as a smug smirk appears on her face.

“What?” you ask, curious to know.

“Was he big?” You quickly push Mj out of the bathroom, as she started dying of laughter.

“Shut up!” You say closing the door to the bathroom. Mj was still laughing. “And he was!” You say through the door, just making Mj fall on the floor as she died of laughter.

- - - Peter’s Room - - -

Peter turned around, walking back to the bed, his face burning up. Ned quickly came into the room closing the door behind him. “What happened man?” Ned says as he turned Peter around to face him.

“N-Nothing happened,” he answered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“C’mon man, you can’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” Peter says as he goes to grab some clothes. Ned’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the scene. Peter’s bed was a mess, and some pillows were tossed around the side of the bed and a … red bikini bra.

“YOU HAD SEX WITH HER!” Peter’s head whipped around, his eyes blown up in shock. He followed Ned’s eyes, as he saw your bikini top lying on the foot of bed. Fuck you must’ve forgotten to take it. He quickly picked it up and hid it under his shirt.

“No Ned! We-We didn’t do anything.” Ned was frozen, he knew his friend had sex, it was obvious. But Ned wanted to prove it, he made his way to the trash can next to the bathroom, he took a quick look inside.

“Dude there’s a condom in here! You had sex with y/n!” Ned says making his way back to his bed as he stood in front of Peter. Peter gave up, he couldn’t hide anything from Ned.

“Yea we had sex, but stop yelling people will hear.” Peter says, his hands coming up to rub his face. Ned was looking at Peter in shock.

“Dude how did you have sex with her?!” Peter looked up at Ned, “Yea sorry I’ll be quiet,” Ned said lowering his voice.

“She-she just came over last night, and she told me everything.”

“What do you mean everything?” Ned said as he sat down on his bed, across from Peter’s.

“Like everything, why she was avoiding me, and that she likes me-”

“She likes you!” Ned’s hand quickly came up to cover his mouth, he let out a muffled ‘sorry’. Peter’s face lightened up, remembering your whole confession to him last night.

“Y-yea she likes me. She’s in love with me, and I’m in love with her and it-it just led to sex.” Peter smiled to himself. Ned saw the smile that spread on Peter’s face and he couldn’t hold his.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Okay everyone the bus is here, are you sure you all got everything because we’re not coming back to the hotel.” Mr. Harrington says as he looks over at the students. They all tell him there ready. Mr. Harrington lines everyone up by the buses as he does attendance.

You and Mj were the last to arrive, both of you running across the hotel finally outside, both of you yelling, “We’re here!” Everyone turns around to look at the two of you. Mr. Harrington just shook his head in a disappointing way. You and Mj quietly make your way to Peter and Ned. Mj says a quick hey to Peter as she practically pulls Ned away from the two of you.

“So -um, does Mj know.” Peter says as he stuff’s his hands in his front pockets.

“Well yea, considering the fact that you couldn’t contain yourself.” You say teasingly as you gestured to your neck. The concealer didn’t do much to cover the hickeys, you could still see them, faintly. Peter’s face reddened.

“S-sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He says a little embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” You say, stepping a little closer to him, but not making it to obvious. “I like having you on me.” You say quietly. Peter eyes widened at how forward you were.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

“Ok everyone on the bus.” Mr Harrington says. Mj and Ned let you and Peter sit next to each other on the bus. It was a bad idea. You guys couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Well obviously you couldn’t, you finally got to express your feelings, finally and you weren’t going to let that go. Peter moves a little closer to you, taking your hand and intertwining them with his, as he rests them between both your legs so people don’t notice. You look up at Peter with a cheeky smile.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Midtown won the Decathlon, everyone shot up from their seats, jumping up and down hugging each other. Peter gave you a long hug, that brought your feet up from the floor slightly. But quickly put you down when people started to stare. Everyone came up to you with hugs and high fives. But when Flash came up…

“Hey what’s that?” Flash says pointing at your neck. Your eyes widen as you take a step back from Flash’s hug. You quickly cover your neck with your hair again.

“Nothing,” You say, looking around to see if anyone noticed what Flash said. Luckily everyone was just celebrating their victory.

“Woah woah, don’t say nothing. Who was it?” Flash asks with a teasing smile on his lips. You shake your head, as your face quickly reddened.

“Who was what?” You say innocently.

“Who did you fuck last night.” Flash says quietly knowing you were on the lookout. Flash wasn’t being mean, you knew that, but there are so many people you can’t just say you had sex with Peter.

“Wh-whatttt,” You say trying to play it off. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

“C’mon y/n, I know what a hickey looks like, and I also remember giving condoms to everyone, so just tell me who it was. I won’t say anything.” Your debating now. Should you tell him. It’s not like you can’t trust him, you know him. He stood up for you on many occasions. But he does have a big mouth. He can’t stay quiet. Butttttt he has been really open to you, ever since you guys became friends, Flash has trusted you with almost every secret. He told you things he’s never told anyone. It wouldn’t be fair to hide things from him. And you couldn’t lie. Fuck, I’m gonna tell him.

“Peter,” You whisper in his ear. You shouldn’t have.

“PARKER?!” Everyone falls silent, all turning around to face you and Flash. Flash does a fake laugh, “Oh um sorry just needed to congratulate Peter that’s all.” Flash says as he makes his way to Peter, giving him a pat on the shoulder. Peter looks at you questionably, you quickly mouth out ‘it’s fine’. Flash comes back to you this time whisper yelling. “Parker?!” You push his shoulder teasingly.

“Yes, Parker.” You say imitating his voice. Flash rolls his eyes.

“Since when was that a thing,” Flash says easing up a bit. He was overprotective of you, not in a jealous way, but because he cared about you in a sister-brother type of relationship, and you found it sweet.

“I don’t know, I just…I like him,” You say as your eyes fall on Peter talking to one of the other decathlon students. Flash watches you, seeing the smile on your face when you see Peter. He knows Peter and he knows you, he couldn’t think of anyone better to be with you.

“He’s good. You got lucky.” Flash says as he looks at Peter too. You turn your head to face Flash, a teasing smile on your lips.

“So you approve, father.” Flash bumps his shoulder against yours.

“Shut up.” His eyes met yours, “I’m just looking out for you… and yes I approve.” You both laugh, as you hugged it out. Flash went to go talk to some other people. Peter made his way over to you.

“What was that all about.” He says, his eyes following Flash, but returning to yours.

“He knows…about us.” Peter doesn’t seemed shocked. He knew you’d tell Flash, considering how close the two of you got. But he had a smile plastered on his face. “What are you smiling about,” you say as a smile tugs on your lips as well.

“I just didn’t know there was an us,” Yes, you guys shared some kisses and exchanged I love you’s, but this made it official, at least for Peter and you.

“Shut up. Does the whole confession and sex thing not make it official.” You tease.

“Well I wouldn’t mind doing the sex thing again as a reminder.” Peter whispers as your face becomes red. You see a smirk appear on Peter’s face. You always made him blush, but now he can do it to you, knowing that he made you like that.

“Stop doing that,” You say turning around so Peter can’t see you flustered.

“Doing what?” He says turning you around. He still had the teasing smirk on his lips.

“That. Stop doing that.” You say pointing at his face. Peter takes your hand in his, making your cheeks heat up more.

“Fine fine, I’ll stop.” He says letting go of the smirk as a smile appears on his face, wider than ever, is replaced.

“Don’t do that,” you say, making Peter’s shoulders drop.

“Ok I’m not doing anything this time.” He says his thumb now rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

“Yes that smile, it just makes me wanna kiss you.” Peter’s face redness quickly.

“I can’t help my smile.” He says.

“Whatever, I guess we’ll have to wait till we’re alone.” You wink as you turn your back and walk over to Mj and Ned. Peter’s eye’s follow you with pure love. How did he get so lucky, to have you fall in love with him.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“There’s my girl!” Tony yells as you hop off the bus. You run up to your dad as he embraced you in a hug.

“What are you doing here?” You ask curiously as you pulled away from the hug, wanting to know why he picked you up.

“What, so I’m not allowed to pick up my favorite daughter from her field trip?” He answered sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m your only daughter, that you currently know of.” This time Tony rolls his eyes as he puts his hand on your shoulder. This is when Peter comes over, smiling brightly at Tony, but his eyes landing on you, you could practically see the heart eyes.

“What’s up with you kid?” Tony said as his eyes wnet between you and Peter. Peter quickly took his gaze off you and back to Tony.

“Nothing Mr. Stark, just wanted to say hi…um hi.” He gives Tony a small wave. Tony rolls his eyes, still finding it hilarious that Peter still gets nervous around him.

“So is Aunt hottie picking you up,”

“Dad!?” You elbow his rib as he laughs.

“I still love Pepper,” he says, continuing to laugh.

“That’s what I thought,” Peter was holding back his own laughter.

“No, she’s at work, sir.” Tony had a smile plastered on his face.

“Sir? Peter you can just call me Tony it’s been a year and half.” Peter seemed like the ultimate fanboy as he nodded his head with a goofy smile on his face, knowing fully well that he would still call him Mr. Stark. “How about you come back with us to the compound for dinner?” Your eyes brighten at the thought of Peter, your now boyfriend, coming back.

“YES!” He answers a little to quickly. You held in your laughter, as Tony gave Peter a questioning look before gesturing the two of you to the car.

The car ride consisted of Tony sitting between you and Peter and Peter taking stolen glances at you when Tony wasn’t paying attention. The ride back home felt like forever, but when Happy finally pulled over, you quickly raced to open the door before Tony held your wrist.

“Peter, can you give us a minute?” Tony says with a generous smile.

“Yea, of course” Peter exits the car, and so does Happy. You sit back down in the seat as you gave your dad a questioning face.

“What’s up?” you pop the p slightly.

“I just wanted to check on you…” Tony said as he looked deep into your eyes, “I just wanted to know if you were okay last night and if you…you know, got some sleep.”

“Dad I was fine, I literally texted you every hour and called you in the morning and when I got there and when I got on and off the bus-”

“Ok ok, I get it, but you know you can talk to me. You can tell me anything.” You smile at your dad as he embraces you for a hug.

“I know.” Tony pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw a few purple spots on your neck.

“What’s that,” he says, as he reaches to move your hair aside to get a better look. You quickly move back, slipping out of the car.

“Nothing! I’ll see you at dinner!” You shout as you ran towards the entrance of the compound. Peter was waiting by the door his face lighting up when he sees you coming in. “let’s go,” you whisper shout as you both make it to your room.

You passed by some of the avengers, greeting both of you with hugs, until you finally got to your room. Peter went in first and you closed the door, not bothering to lock it. When you turn back to face Peter, he captures your lips with his. “We’re alone.” He murmurs against your lips.

You smile against his lips, “Yea we are,” Peter hands hold your waist pulling you closer, as he deepens the kiss. Your hands wrap around his neck.

“Jump.” He whispers. You don’t hesitate to listen, Peter held the bottom of your thighs as your ankles crossed behind his back. Your hands now in his hair as the kid grew more passionate and love thirsty. You guys hadn’t kissed since that night, and you both missed the feeling of each other.

Peter sat you down on the bed, as he crawled on top, your lips still connected. His hands were everyone, and so were yours. Peter started kissing your jaw and your neck-

Knock knock

Peter quickly gets off you and you both stand on opposite sides of the bed. You turn to Peter, his eyes full of terror. Mr. Stark is going to kill me.

“Who is it?” You say as you sit back on the bed trying to seem normal, as you assured Peter to relax.

“It’s me,” you recognize the voice immediately, you should’ve known it was Steve since he’s the only one that actually knocks around here.

“Come in!” You shout as you get up from your bed making your way to the door. Steve opens the door his face brightens up when he sees you. He traps you in a hug.

If only he knocked too, but at that time you were both a little too far in.

Four months later ————

“Shit y/n-!” Your head bobbed, as you sucked on Peter. Peters head was thrown back as he bit his bottom lip. One hand on your head as the other gripped the sheets tightly. His hips bucked into your mouth as you worked him. Your tongue swirled on his head, Peter letting out a loud moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth. “Fuck baby, get up, fuck I need to be in you.” You let his cock go, leaving a small kiss at the tip. Peter helped you up as he flipped the both of you over. His breathing really heavy.

His hand went behind your back as he unclasped your bra. Then he went down to remove your panties. As soon as they were off, and your legs were spread wide for him, he lost it. “Fuck y/n,” he crawls back to you as his eyes flicker between your sparkling eyes and what’s between your legs. “Baby, your so wet.” Your breathing is heavy, your arousal was evident, you really needed him.

“Peter,” you breathe out. Peter smiles as he moves to your nightstand, taking out a condom from the drawer. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, still maintaining eye contact. His eyes traced over your body. He stood on his knees between your legs as he slips on the condom. That’s when he sees your needy eyes. “Peter come on.” You whine, Peter raises his brows.

“So needy are we.” You roll your eyes.

“Your the one who got the boner in the middle of the movie.” You say raising your own eyebrows in a teasing manner. You see the pink coming onto his cheeks.

“Your hands were all over me, mostly near my area, how could I not get a hard-on!” Peter says, as he finally gets the condom fully on.

“Fine, it was the both of us.” You admit, just needing Peters touch. “Just touch me already.” You say. Peter smiles as he makes his way on top of you, taking your lips in his.

“You know I love you.” He says against your lips. You smile, pulling him closer.

“I know, I love you too Pete.”

You and Peter had the compound to yourselves, the rest of the team going on a mission, but deciding to leave you too behind, on a count that your “not needed”. Which was utter bullshit, you just knew your dad didn’t want the two youngest avengers going into something there not sure about. It was an unexpected mission, it came out of nowhere, so it could’ve been small. But Tony wasn’t going to risk it.

You and Peter were watching a movie in the common room, until you guys became a little too touchy feely and that’s how you both ended up in your room doing this.

Little did you know that the team was coming off the quin-jet, all tired of the long three days they had.

“Shit, y-your so tight,” Peter said as he thrusted into you. Your nails were scratching his back as Peter sucked on your neck.

“Faster P-Peter.” You said as your hands gripped the sheets next to you. Peter repositioned himself for a better angle, as he thrusted back into you, hitting your sweet spot. You moaned out loudly in pleasure. Peter knew your body so well, after four months of doing this, he really noted the things you like and dislike.

Peter continued to thrust into you as his lips reattached to your nipple. His eyes flickered up at you then to your hands. Seeing your hands glow slightly, he didn’t stop, he continued to thrust into you and he intertwined your hands. He knew you were close.

It was something that usually happened when you and Peter had sex, it was when you were about to come. Your powers would start to heat up, not to the extent where you needed to blow something up, it was small and it didn’t heat up enough to burn Peter, so he’d hold you. The first time it happened Peter had to pull out and check on you, but the more you guys had sex, Peter would just take your hands. And it would die down as soon as you felt his hands in yours.

“Fuck Peter, your s-so good.” Peter smiled, and thrusted faster, you found out that he had a small praise kink. “You feel so good inside me.” Peter sucked on your neck as he grunted with each thrust.

“So fucking beautiful,” He muttered as he continued to thrust into you. He got so lucky with you. And you got lucky with him. But the only people that knew about this relationship was Bucky and Nat, no one else. That’s what made this even worse.

The team was exhausted, the mission wasn’t big like an alien invasion, but it was still tiring. They all collapsed in the common room. Tony however, wanted to greet his daughter. He just wanted to see if you were alright, and if you didn’t have another ‘episode’ while he was away.  You haven’t had any since the big one on the field four months ago, but Tony couldn’t help it, he’s your father, and fathers check up on their daughters. So that’s how Tony ended up in front of your room. He heard you moan, but sex wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind this time. I really do need a dance party right now, Tony thinks to himself.

So, Tony reached for the door knob already starting to speak, “Are we having another dance par- WHAT THE FUCK?!” You and Peter are both a moaning mess, but as soon as you two hear the voice your heads whip to the door, and you see your dad standing there. Peter instantly, wrapped his body around you, trying to cover you as much as possible. He brought the blanket cover up with his other hand. Tony locked eye’s with you, but he quickly looked over at a pale faced Peter. Without another word, he exits the room.

“What’s wrong?” Clint asked as he saw Tony walk past him and Bucky, going back to the common room, his jaw clenched and hands in tight fists.

“My daughter and intern are fucking,” Bucky’s face turns pale. He stays still not saying a single word. Fuck Tony’s going to kill me.

Peter’s eyes were still fixated on the door. His face pale, he forgot how to breathe. “He’s going to kill me.” His voice was coated with fear. He looked back down shifting a little on top of you. But you don’t seem to be paying attention.

“Shit, shitshitshitshitshit. Peter pull out,” you breathe. Why was he quiet? Why did he just leave like that? Fuck he’s mad, he’s really mad. SHIT!  Peter nodded, pulling out, and sitting upright on the bed.

“What are we going to do?!” Peter said as he looked at you with worried eyes.

“I-I don’t know,” You say, as you thought of all the possible outcomes.

“You don’t know?!” Peter is starting to freak out.

“No I don’t! He seems really mad, what if-” You turn so your looking at Peter. Your eyes look over his face, and you feel the sting in your eyes. “W-what if, what if he makes us break up.” Peter immediately, wraps his arms around you bringing you close to his chest.

“No, y/n that’s not going to happen, because I promised to always be here for you,” Peter pulled away, lifting your chin up so you could see his face, “And I love you, I love you so much y/n, and I’m never going to leave you. Never.” A smile tugs on your lips.

“I love you too Peter,” You lean in, connecting both your lips. Peter deepens it, as his hands slide down your body, you quickly pull away before anything more happens. “But seriously, I think we should talk to him.” Peter nodded, both of you getting up, and throwing your clothes back on.

You and Peter walked into the common room, finding the whole team in the kitchen. As soon as they notice you, you hear Clint and Sam laughing. You rolled your eyes, as you made your way to the couch, were Tony was sitting. Nat and Bucky stood quietly in the corner, too afraid to say anything that might cause them to lose their cover. Thor and  Wanda watched the whole thing carefully, like it was some movie. And Steve, he just had a disappointed expression on.

“Uh Dad?” You say a quietly. You stood a few feet away from him, and Peter stood next to you, picking at the skin on his fingers, something he did when he was nervous.

“What the fuck? What in the actual fucking hell!” Tony says, his eyes shooting up at you. “Really Parker, REALLY,” Tony is now standing, taking a few steps towards the both of you. “After everything, I’ve done for you, THIS  is how you repay me. We had a conversation, an adult, man to man, conversation, and you just throw it out the window like it was garbage-”

“No, Mr. Stark it’s not like that-” Peter says as he finally meets Tony’s eyes, completely regretting it.

“DoN’T Interrupt ME!” Tony shouts as he paces around the living space. “How-what- WHEN when did this start.” Tony stopped as he pointed between you and Peter.

“Four months.” You answer, knowing you should be the one speaking now.

“FOUR MONTHS!” Tony glares at Peter, as he takes a few more steps towards Peter, making Peter take a few steps back. “You’ve been fucking my daughter for four months?” Tony’s voice is stern and not at all how he usually is. There was no hint of sarcasm, or ‘I’m kidding’, Tony was mad.

“No- I-I mean yes, but it’s not just the sex Mr. Stark, I care about her, she’s my whole world-” Peter says as he tries to defend his case.

“We talked about this, Peter we talked about her, do you not remember,” Tony’s voice lowered, as he sounded more disappointed and more protective than mad.

“I do remember, I do-”

“Then why would you do this? Why? Why on earth would you go behind my back and do that?” Tony sounded hurt, but also very protected. God dammit you were his little girl, he would be damned if he let another guy touch you, not after everything that’s happened.

“I love her Mr. Stark, I love your daughter and I’d do anything for her.” Peter stood his ground, like he told you. He looked into your father’s eyes, every word that left his lips full of truth and love. Tony was taken aback about what he just heard. He looked back towards you, then back at Peter.

“You love him?” He asked you softly.

“I do dad, I really do love him.” That’s when Tony relaxed. His face relaxed and body tension all swept away. He’s never heard you say that about anyone, other than him and your fellow avengers family. Tony opened his arms, gesturing you to come. You were in his arms in a matter of seconds, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Okay,” he says, stroking your hair. You pull away, a bright smile on your face.

“Really!!” You were practically jumping in his arms, but Tony quickly looked back at Peter.

“Yes, BUT I swear to god if you hurt her Parker, if you leave her or break her, I will hunt you down, and make sure you know what real pain is.” Peter let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. But Tony gave him a harder glare, Peter quickly nodding his head.

“Y-Yes sir,  understood. I would never do anything to hurt her, I’d rather die than make her feel any kind of pain, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I caused her any pain. I’m always going to protect her.” Peter answered with full truth. Tony’s heart practically leaped out of his chest. He knew Peter was a good kid, but after hearing that and looking into his eyes, he knew that Peter would do anything and everything to protect you. And you would do the same for him. Tony out of instinct pulls Peter into a hug. Peter was shocked at first, but embraces his mentor, in the hug. That’s when you three hear the claps and ‘a wwww’s in the background. You all turn to see the team, completely forgetting that they were standing there the whole time.

“I knew they were perfect for each other,” Nat said.

“Yea but I found out first and technically I knew about Peter’s crush first,” Bucky said to Nat.

“Yea, but y/n told me the first time they kissed and the first time they had sex, so sucks to suck.” Nat says smiling to herself for knowing more than Bucky did.

“I don’t suck, because who was the one that kept there cover. Huh? Me, I did!” Bucky said smiling proudly, knowing Nat couldn’t say anything else. But both their smiles are swept away when Tony’s voice rises.

“YOU BOTH KNEW?!!!” Nat and Bucky turn and meet Tony’s eyes. “AND YOU LIED FOR THEM?!”

“No- uh Tony- Fuck!” Bucky yeets out of the room, knowing fully well that Tony would kill him. Nat on the other hand, didn’t give a shit.

“Yea, and?” is all she said. Tony just stared back at her, knowing fully well that he couldn’t do anything.

“Anyone up to watch a movie?” Peter chripped, everyone looking at each other, shrugging.

“Why not,” Sam says as he jumps over the couch taking a seat. The rest of the team make there way to the living room, still in their suits, but not caring. Some sat on the couches and some comfortably sitting on the floor.  You sat next to Peter in the corner of one of the couches, his arm wrapping around your waist pulling you closer. Taking the invitation, you rest your head on his shoulder.

Clint flipped through the movies, Sam yelling for him to stop moving through the list so fast. Wanda and Nat were quietly talking as Steve eavesdropped on their conversation. Thor stretched out on the floor, with a bowl of popcorn on his lap munching loudly. Vision and Rhodey sat beside Tony. Bucky soon came back, taking the seat farthest from Tony. Tony didn’t do anything though, only shooting death glares at him every time they locked eyes. And you, well you watched the whole scene that was happening around you. After all the restless nights, and reckless days, all the pain and blood, you were finally were your supposed to be. You were with your family and that’s all that mattered.

I Finally Found My Way.

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A/N: So that was the end of the series, hoped you guys liked the series, I’d love to get feedback. But I’m I’ll be opening requests really soon, it’s just that I had a few ideas for small one shots. I also have an idea for another Peter series, but I’m not going to start it right away, because I want a chance to do some of your requests :)

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Ahhh yes

Finally Found My Way

Part 12

Warning: language, a lot of fluff, and um SMUT

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 4.5K

“What took you so long?” Mj said as you sat down beside her.

“My Dad was telling me somethin” You said, she nodded her head. Peter and Ned sat in front of you and Mj, Flash sat on the other side, and the rest of the team was spread out. This decathlon trip was pretty small only 20 people came. Towards the middle of the trip Mj decided, as captain of the decathlon team, to ask some questions. You decided not to answer all of them even though you knew all of them. You were just tired and you had to admit, maybe a little out of it. Peter on the other hand was just straight up mad. He didn’t know why you were pushing him away, or why you’ve been avoiding him or why you yelled at him.

The trip from NYC to DC was four hours, but it took six hours for you guys due to traffic. When you guys got to the hotel Mr. Harrington assigned all of you rooms and a roommate. Luckily you and Mj were together. Ned was with Peter as usual, Flash stuck with Derek. And so on.

“The decathlon starts tomorrow at 10:00am. Everyone should be awake by 8 o’clock so we can leave here at 9. This isn’t like last time, the hotel is an hour away, this was the closest hotel the school could find.” Mr. Harrington said. “We’re all going to meet here in two hours which is at-“ he checks his watch, “7 o’clock for dinner. Got it?” All the students say yes.

Mj opened the room door, stepping in first. You followed behind closing the door. You take a look at the room, pretty nice, two separate beds, a small tv in front, a little desk on the side and a bathroom. A normal hotel room. Mj drops her bag on one of the beds. “I’m gonna take a long shower until we have to leave. You can use the bathroom now so you don’t have to wait long.”

“Ok.” You say making your way to the bathroom. You wash your face and use the toilet. You step out when your done, “all yours.”

—- Peter’s room ——

“ I call this bed!” Ned says jumping on the bed closest to the window. Peter drops his bag on the other bed, just giving Ned a small nod. Ned sits up from the bed, looking at Peter. Usually they fought over who got the bed closest to the window, they usually had a blast on these trips, but he’s noticed Peters been down ever since Friday. “Hey man, you alright?”

Peter turns his head giving Ned a forced smile. “Yea, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t maybe because you look like you wanna beat the shit out of someone every time I look at you,” Ned says casually.

Peter flops down on the bed as he groaned into the pillow. “She’s being so…so…so difficult!”

“Y/N?” Ned says already knowing the answer. Peter flips onto his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Yes y/n! I don’t know what she wants! I’m fucking there for her…all the time and what does she do… SHE YELLS AT ME!!” Ned stays silent letting Peter rant on. “And what, it’s my fault. The fuck??? I didn’t do shit to make her hate me! And now she wants me to leave her alone, after everything we’ve been through. I can’t. I can’t just let her go. I’m fucking in love with her and SHE DOESN’T EVEN SEE IT!” Peter brought the pillow up and covered his face as he yelled into it again.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Ned says, trying to think of ways to help his friend.

“She doesn’t even want me to go near her. She told me to stay away from her. And even if I did tell her she’d probably reject me right away.” Peter said calming down a bit.

“How will you know?” Ned says, peter turns to see his friends face looking back at him.

“I don’t know. Whatever.” Peter says as his body sunk into the mattress.

-two hours later-

“Peter wake up, we gotta go.” Ned says shaking Peters body. Peter groaned as he shrugged Ned’s hands off. “We have to eat dinner.”

“You go… I’m not hungry.” Peter says keeping his eyes closed.

“Fine.” Ned says as he walks towards the door. “I’ll bring back some food though.” Peters just fell back asleep.

—after dinner—

“Hey Ned, uh- where’s Peter?” You say walking down the hall with Ned.

“Oh um Peter, he was tired, didn’t want to come down.” He said not daring to look in your eyes.

“O-okay-“ you were cut off by Flash grabbing you and Neds shoulder.

“We’re all gonna head to the pool in twenty minutes, you guys better be there!” Flash said running past you both.

“Lit!” Ned said excitedly. “I’m gonna see you in a few.” Ned says stopping at his door.

“Okay, see ya.” You say walking past him.

Mj was already in the room sitting on her bed with a book in her hand. “Hey, you going to the pool?” You said grabbing your duffel bag from the floor and lifting it on the bed.

“Yea but I’m not gonna swim, just sit on the side. You?” She says looking at you struggling to find something in your bag.

“Yea, just looking for my bathing suit.” You said finally pulling out your red bikini. “I’m gonna quickly change and we can go.

—Peter’s room—-

“Hey man everyone’s going to the pool right now, you coming?” Ned said as he got out of the bathroom to find Peter flipping through the channels.

“Is Y/N gonna be there?” Peter asks not looking away from the screen.

“Yea but-“

“Then I’m not going. I’m tired anyways and I need to study more.” Peter says finally settling on an old movie.

“C'mon man it’ll be fun. Everyone’s going-“

“I said no. Just go have fun.” Peter says. Ned just nods his head and exits the room.

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You looked around the pool, everyone was there. Everyone except for Peter. That’s it! I’m done with this bullshit.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you tell Mj as you leave the pool and head up to the rooms. You were still wearing your hoodie and shorts, still haven’t taken them off. However you were barefoot because who wears shoes when they go to the pool?

You stopped in front of Peter’s door, your hand hovering over the door. This was a bad idea. But before you back out, your hand came in contact with the door. No answer. You knocked again, this time louder. You heard shuffling around the room and someone unlocking the door. And then there he stood. Curls messed up, sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips and his gray sweater covering his hands. He looked like a mess, but he still managed to look flawless.

“Y/N?” Peter says looking at you and then around to see if anyone was with you. “W-what are… what are you doing here?” He said as his hand went through his hair.

“We need to talk.” You said as you tried not to blush, only images of his naked self popping into your head. Peter stepped out of the way, letting you walk in. He shut the door behind him, taking only a few steps forward. You turn on your heel so you could face him. Peter was looking at his hands as he played with the sleeves of his shirt.

“I already know you hate me, you don’t have to tell me.” Peter says quietly, you could hear his voice crack as he got the words out. And that was a sound you never wanted to here.

“What?!” You weren’t expecting to hear that. You say taking a step forward. Peter looks up at you meeting your gaze.

“You’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got the plague and when I go to ask you what’s up you blow up in my face! I’m so done with this bullshit. If you hate me or don’t wanna see me then fine, just don’t yell at my face saying it.” Peter says quickly looking away from you.

“Peter I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” You say stepping closer to Peter. Now your just inches apart and you could see how much you hurt Peter. Fuck this wasn’t how it was suppose to go. “I’m sorry that I hurt you.” You say quietly.

“Y/N I can’t do this.” He says softly. You look up at him seeing his eyes glazed over.

“What do you mean you can’t do this?” No no no you messed up.

“I can’t do this,” he gestures between you and him, “you and me I can’t.”

You feel the pressure on your heart again, your losing him. “W-what, w-why?” Peter looks up at you.

“I can’t do this because I can’t deal with the fact that I can never be with you. That I can never kiss you, that I can never say how hot and sexy you look. When I can’t say your my girl every time you do something amazing which is everyday. When I can’t take you out on dates and treat you the way your supposed to be treated. When I can’t hold your hand in the hallways and make you feel like your the only girl in the world. When I can’t kiss every inch of your body and make you feel the pleasure you should feel… When I can’t love you the way you should be loved.” You stood there. Shock wasn’t even it, maybe it was. You just couldn’t breathe. He said everything you’ve thought would never happen. But he does, he wants you. After everything that’s happened… he wants you.

You tackle Peter to the ground with a hug. You straddle his hips between your legs, you lift your head up, cupping his cheeks with both your hands and you crash your lips with his. “I love you Peter Parker, I love you so much.” You say against his lips. Peter smiles in the kiss as he deepens it. His hands come up to hold your waist. He finally pulls back, reciprocating the words you said before.

“I love you too Y/ N Stark.” You continue to kiss. Your tongues moving in sync as your hands tangle in his hair. You both pull back to get some air, but that doesn’t stop Peter from trailing the kisses down your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he finds a spot on your neck and begins to suck.

“I was avoiding you Peter because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The only thing I’ve been thinking about was you… in the shower.” Peter freezes, he pulls away from your neck slowly, you see his face red as a tomato.

“Oh-um uh a-about that-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“Peter, every time I see you it’s like all the oxygen in the room has been removed and I-I just can’t breathe. And that was before seeing you naked in the shower. I’ve always liked you Peter, but after the shower I just couldn’t face you without being a horny teenager. Peter I love your smile and your laugh and your dumbass jokes that for some reason always has me dying on the floor. I love the endless nights we stay up watching movies that we’ve already watched a billion times, and when we’d play chess on the field. And I love it when you hold me at night, close to your body, telling me I’ll be okay, because I really feel okay when I’m with you. Peter you make me feel safe when no one else can. Peter I’m so in love you and it’s-it’s like a disease, I’m infected by Peter Parker.” You let out sigh, finally you got it all out. Peter has a huge smile that goes from ear to ear and makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’m in love with you too and everything about you.” Peter says pulling you back down into another kiss. This one more loving, it’s the kiss you have when you truly love someone. When you truly know there yours. You pull back as you caress Peters cheeks, a goofy smile on his face as he stares back up at you.

“I’m sorry I hurt you Peter, I’m so sorry.” You say softly, Peters hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“Y/N, you can never hurt me. I’m here for you, I’m always going to be here.” You smile down at Peter, as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more slow, and deep. Peter’s tongue explores  your mouth, as his hands trace the sides of your body. He retracts his tongue from your mouth, and traces down your jaw to your neck. You hands tangle in his hair, holding his head close to your body. Your breathing becomes heavy as he begins to suck the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone. His hands slip under your shirt as he holds your bare waist, rubbing his thumbs on your soft skin.

“P-Peter…let’s go to the bed.” Peter looks up at you and nods his head. He stands up, lifting you with him, your legs wrapped around his torso. He laid you down gently on his bed, as he continued to kiss down your neck. You slid back on the bed, to give room for Peter, who gladly comes on. He spreads your legs apart, as he settles himself between you. He reattaches your lips with his, as his hands tug at the hem of your hoodie. You sit up, lifting the hoodie above your head and throwing it to the side. You lay back down, waiting for Peter to continue. But he just stares at you, taking in your beauty. He’s seen you without a shirt on, he’s seen you without a bra on, but this is different then the other times. Your not doing this so he can cut you open, your not doing this because your drunk, your doing this because you want to. You soon become insecure under Tom’s gaze, your hands slide around your torso covering it. Peter takes your hands in his, as he kisses you again.

“Your the most beautiful girl in the world. And might I add very fucking hot.” You let out a soft chuckle as Peter kisses down your chest, his lips suck on the top of your breast, your bikini covering your nipples but you could still see a fare share. You soon feel the need for Peter to suck on you. So you arch your back, your hands slipping behind you as you unclasp the bikini top and throw it to the side. Peter freezes. “Fuck” he says under his breath. God you were the most amazing girl he’s ever met, and now you want him. It almost felt like a dream. Peter looks up into your eyes, his face becoming heated. “Um-uh c-can I t-touch em?” Peter says shyly. You smile back up at him.

“Yea Peter, you can touch em” Peter’s hands come down to cup your breasts, his fingers begin to roll his on your now hard nipples. You let out a breathy moan. Peter eye’s widen at hearing you, his head dips down, as he kisses the gap between your breasts. He wanted to hear the pretty noises again. He takes in your right nipple in his mouth. Your breathe hitches, as he begins to suck. Your hands return to Peters hair, pulling him closer to your chest. You let out a few moans, that send shivers down Peter’s spin. He does the same to your other breast. You then begin to tug on Peters shirt, he finally takes it off disgaurding it somewhere in the room. Your thighs rub together, trying to get some friction. Peter soon sees you struggling and begins to kiss down your chest until his lips are right above the waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you before he does anything.

“Um c-can I?” He asks, you nod down at him. He starts to pull your shorts down your legs until there fully off. He settles himself between your legs, coming back up to kiss you. You then feel it. His bulge touching your core. You both let out a gasp-moan type of thing. But that doesn’t stop you from grinding your hips on Peters, earning a few moans from him. Peter quickly sits up , dropping his sweats down and getting back on top of you, his erection was more visible through his boxers. The friction between the two of you was unbearable, but you didn’t know what to do. If you were being honest you were a little nervous, this was your first time. Peter continues to kiss your neck as his hands hold your breasts.

“P-Peter?” Peter picks up his hand and looks at you. You noticed his swollen lips, red cheeks and curls that fell onto his forehead. Fuck why does he look more attractive?! “I-I’ve never had sex.” You say quietly, a little embarrassed.  

“Same.” Your eyes widen, “We can stop. I’m not rushing into anything, I’m fine if you are. But we can stop.” Peter says quickly. he wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable. he didn’t want you to be pressured into anything. But you weren’t, you were just afraid that you might not be good. That Peter won’t like you anymore. If anything, you really did want lose your virginity right now, to Peter. Only Peter. You shake your head.

“No, I-I wanna keep going.” You say looking up at Peter innocently. And that just makes Peter’s love for you grow even more.

“Y/N you don’t have to-”

“I want too. I want to have sex with you Peter. Only you.” you say nodding your head.

Peters face became more flustered, “Okay.” he said leaning down to kiss you. “Give me a second,” he says jumping off the bed and running to his bag, which laid by the bathroom door. You saw him shuffle through his clothes, until he came back with a… condom.

“You seem prepared?” you say teasingly. Peter hopes back on the bed, as he came back between your legs.

“Well um, when we got off the bus, Flash gave all the guys condoms saying that we might get laid and we should be prepared.” Peter says, as his cheeks became more red. You let out a soft laugh, that seems to ease Peter’s nerves. Peter dips down connecting your lips together. He moved his kisses down your body until he was by your bikini bottoms. He hooked his fingers around the sides, but looked up at you one more time. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, I’m sure.” And with that, Peter slid them down your legs until they were on the ground on the other side of the room. Your legs were spread apart, and Peter was between you. Peter was only inches away from your throbbing core. As eyes widened when he noticed how wet you were.

“Fuck, that shouldn’t be legal.” He says coming closer. You let out a breathy laugh. He soon got close enough that you could feel his breath against your heat. Peter left kisses along your inner thigh.

“P-Peter, please.” you say as you watched Peter between you. Peters eyes flicked up to see your begging ones. A smirk was plastered on his face as he took a bold lick up your folds. You let out a moan, as your hand comes to hold onto his hair. Peter begins to suck your clit as his hands held your waist. Soon enough, you feel a finger slip inside you. You gasp at the sudden movement but relax at the pleasure of his finger inside you. He then slipped in another finger as he began to pump you. He continued to suck your clit as his finger curled inside you. You the get a feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. You’ve read stuff online, so your pretty sure this is a build up to an orgasm. “P-Peter-“ you get cut off when you no longer feel Peters fingers inside you. You open your eyes, which you hadn’t realized were closed. They landed on … Peter sucking his dripping fingers. He took out his fingers with a ‘pop’.

“Your so fucking good,” he said licking his lips.

“Peter… please.” You say breathlessly.

“Please what,” Peter whispers in your ear as he kisses under your ear. Your fingers come up to the waistband of his boxers. You tug on them a little.

“I need you inside me Peter. I need you to fuck me, please.” Your practically begging now.

“As you wish.” Peter sits up on his knees lowering his boxers down until his length came up slapping against his chest.

“Fuck-“ you never thought you’d Peter Parker naked in front of you again.

“I should probably text Ned to stay with Flash for the night,” you just nod, not taking your eyes off of the boy you love. Peter was kneeling between your legs, fully naked, texting his friend. You saw his cock twitch, and you couldn’t help it. Your soft hands wrapped around his hard length. And you begin to pump. Your hand sliding up and down his shaft. Peter almost drops his phone as he lets out a moan. “F-Fuck Y/N.” Peter hits send as he drops his phone to the side, ripping the condom open. “I need to be inside you.” Is all he says as he slips the condom into his cock. You lay back down on the bed as he comes between you. One hand was on one side of your head keeping his balance, the other held his cock. “It’s going to hurt when I go in. But it will feel good after.” Peter says as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay,” you saw smiling at Peter.

“Okay, if you want me to stop just tell me.” You nod your head, as Peter crashes his lips with yours. “I love you so much,” he says against your lips.

“I love you too.”

“Okay ready.” Peter says as his head teases your folds.

“Yes I’m ready.” And with that, Peter guides himself, pushing into you. His head falls on your shoulder as he lets out a loud groan.

“Fuckkk!- your so t-tight.” He says trying to hold still. You had to admit it, it hurt. But after adjusting a little you told peter he could start moving. Peter intertwined your hands as he kissed you deeply. His thrusts were slow and deep. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, his length slipping in and out of you, hitting your walls.

“F-fuck Peter…. please go f-faster” You say, Peter picks up the speed. He slids in and out, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot. But you needed more. “Fuck Peter!” You yell out when you feel his lips reattaching to your breasts. He couldn’t help himself, he loved the noises that left your lips. He loved the noises that he made leave your lips.

“I-I read online… if you d-do this, you hit a different spot.” Peter picked up one of your legs resting them on his shoulder, he readjusted himself so he was more on his knees as he hit a spot you’ve never felt. It was so much deeper. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. It felt so good. as he slammed into you. “T-there it is”, he said continuing to hit the same place earning louder moans from you. You soon feel the knot you felt earlier.

“F-fuck, I think I-I’m gonna come.” Peter picks up the speed as his hand came down to rub circles on your clit. Your head fell back in ecstasy. You fingers grazed Peters back. Crescents and red marks decorated Peters back.

“Come for me.” Peter says as you begin to unravel. Peter continues as you clench around his cock earning a loud moan from him. His thrusts become sloppy as he sucks on your neck. Soon enough Peter’s head rests on your shoulder as a loud moan escapes his lips. You and Peter stay like the for a few more minutes until it starts to hurt.

“P-peter can you pull out?” You say softly, Peter quickly pulls out.

“S-sorry.” He says flopping down next to you. He leans in planting his lips against yours as a real sorry.

“That was-“

“Amazing.” Peter says kissing you once more.

“Yea really amazing. Thank you.” You say softly as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“No, thank you for trusting me with this.” Peter says kissing your forehead. “I love you.” Peter says.

“I love you too.” Peter soon got off the bed. Going into the bathroom. He wet a towel before he came back. He cleans you up first, spreading your legs and softly rubbing the towel on your core and around, cleaning the mess. Then doing the same for himself. He picks up your bikini bottoms and hoodie handing them to you as he slips on his boxers. “I really like that hoodie,” Peter says with a smirk as you put on the hoodie, letting it fall down your chest.

You looked down at the hoodie your eyes widening. You forgot you even had this, you just threw stuff into your bag hoping you got everything. This was Peter’s hoodie. The one he gave you after that night in his room. You felt your face heat up as you played with the sleeves of the hoodie. “Oh I um I just threw whatever I found on.”

“You look amazing in it.” He says sitting back down on the bed, pulling your body into his.

“Can I stay here for the night?” You ask quietly. “I want you to hold me.” Peter looks down at you, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course,” He pulls the blankets out as he let’s you crawl under and soon follows. When the blankets came above the both of you, Peter pulled you close to his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as your legs slipped between his. Your hand traced shapes on his bare chest. Peter kissed the top of your head as he relaxed into your touch. He missed this. He missed you. He vowed to himself to never let anything happen to you. He was never going to let someone hurt you, or make you feel like you need to prove yourself. Because you are perfect just the way you are. And he was going to protect you anything and everything. “Goodnight beautiful.” Peter whispers as you fall asleep in his arms.

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A/N: I just felt like in this part there should be smut, sorry if it was unexpected, but I thought it was cute.  And Part 13 will probably be the last part to this series, I might have an epilogue idk. I’m gonna open requests soon, so keep checking! Love y’all ;) 

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Girls?

p r e t t y

Boys?

h a n d s o m

Nonbinaries?

s w e e t i e p i e s

Genderfluids?

b a b y ~

Agenders?

h u n n y b u n s

Everyone else?

l o v e l y

Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I’m really excited for this series

Royally Screwed // Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: After a party and quite a lot of drinking Y/n Stark finds herself in quite a predicament // Part Two

Warnings: teen pregnancy, language

Author’s Note: I guess this is a multiple part thing now? Also I’m not from nyc so the times it takes to get from place to place is definitely not accurate it’s probably more like a couple hours but whatever

Once I got to my room and calmed my breathing, Bucky and Steve sat down on the foot my bed.

“How’d it happen, kiddo?”

“I-I went to a party with Peter. We got d-drunk and the next thing I knew I w-woke up next to him.” I told them, my hiccups interrupting.

“How far along are you?” Steve sounded disappointed.

“Four and a half months.” They both snapped their heads from the floor to me.

“And you haven’t had any prenatal care?” Bucky started.

“Or ultrasounds?” Steve finished. I shook my head as I wiped away tears with the back of my hand.

They both embraced me from the side as my gasps and hiccups slowed. “If you need anything-“

Steve was interrupted by pounding on the door. “Y/n Stark open this fucking door right now.” I flinched back on instinct. “Unlock the fucking door Y/n!”

Steve got up and opened the door making sure to put his body between me and my livid father.

“Rogers move.” He growled.

“No Tony, you need to calm down.”

Bucky shoved me over to my closet and threw me a bag. “You need to get out of here. He’s not going to calm down anytime soon.” I nodded and started to throw random articles of clothing into the bag. I grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bathroom and stood in the middle of my room as Steve tried to persuade my Dad to calm down.

Bucky grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “I’m gonna help Steve push him into the hallway and block him, okay? You’re gonna run. Don’t take the elevator he’ll shut it down. Run until you can’t feel your legs. Go to Peter’s.” I nodded as I hugged him.

“Thank you.” I took a deep breath as he walked up to Steve and placed an arm around his waist, whispering something into his ear.

Not a second after my dad had been pushed into the hallway and I took off running. I only heard the faint screams of my dad but didn’t stop as I blocked them out.

I whipped myself around the corner of the staircase and opted to slide down the rail instead of run down them. Four minutes later I was down the stairs and running out the front door, ignoring the strange looks from the staff and passerby in the lobby.

I ran until my lungs begged for oxygen and legs burned and tingled. No less then twenty minutes later I was at Peter’s front door on the verge of passing out. May caught me in her arms.

“Honey what happened?” She asked worriedly.

“My dad…found out…very angry…” I said in between pants. She pulled me closer and offered me a cup of water, which I gladly accepted.

I tried to pull together my thoughts as I sipped the water slowly. My eyes raced around the room in front of me, looking for a suitable place to zone out.

I was on the cusp of letting my eyes flutter closed when May walked back into the room, cellphone in hand.

“I just got off the phone with Peter and the doctor’s office.” I sat up straight and listened attentively. “Peter’s on his way home right now, he just had some Spidey business to take care of and my doctor can take you for an emergency appointment right now.”

“Emergency?” I almost whispered. “Is something wrong?”

“Well you’re halfway through your pregnancy and haven’t had any prenatal care, I’d assume.” I nodded. “So they want to get you in and make sure everything’s okay.”

I exhaled deeply and bit my lip as I leaned my head back against the back of the couch.

“Why is he like this? I know I fucked up, but I need someone right now.” I lifted my head to look at May.

“He just needs time sweetie that’s all. He’ll come around.” She sat next to me and started to rub my arm comfortingly.

“But what if he doesn’t? What if I’m stuck on the run from him forever? I know he wants me to have an abortion, I know it, but I don’t want one, I want this baby. I want my baby.” I said leaning into her touch.

“If he doesn’t want you with this baby, then so be it, we’re your family too now.” I gave May a small smile before our conversation was cut short by Peter bursting through his bedroom door, mask still on.

“What happened?” He asked grabbing the top of his mask and pulling it off before throwing it into his room.

“My dad found out. He’s not happy.” The panic on his face was replaced with sadness and sympathy. He walked over and placed a kiss on my cheek.

“It’ll be alright.” I gave a small nod.

“Alright guys, we have an appointment to get to.” May announced.

Peter helped me up and out of the building, no matter how many times I told him I was fine.

It was a short ride and short wait as we went to the hospital May worked at. I laid down on the paper covered table as the doctor beside me readied the machine in front of her.

“So you haven’t had any previous care done by a professional?” She asked as she typed away at her computer.

“No ma’am.”

“And you’re four and a half months along?” I nodded my head and waited for another question, but none came.

“Alright Ms. Stark,” she enunciated ‘Stark’ as if it meant anything to me. Everybody knew who I was and doctor-patient confidentiality confirmed that no one else would know unless she didn’t want her job anymore and was fine with thousands of dollars of fines. “I’m just gonna put this on your belly now.” She gestured towards the gel-like liquid in her right hand.

“Okay.” It came out as barely a whisper and truth be told, I was terrified that I somehow fucked up this baby like I fucked everything else in my life up. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop tears from falling whenI felt the cold gel on my stomach. I didn’t open my eyes as the technician moved the gel around with the wand, or when I heard her typing away at something. I didn’t open my eyes until she removed the product from my stomach and began to speak.

“Well she looks awfully healthy for a baby that hasn’t had any care. I’d say you’re pretty lucky.” I repalyed that sentence in my head over and over again until it finally clicked.

“S-She?”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, did you not want to know?” The doctor flailed to cover up her mistake.

“No! It’s fine, I wanted to! T-Thank you.” I could feel tears start to prick the corners of my eyes.

The doctor pressed her hand to the center of her chest, “Oh, okay. Thank goodness! Well then, you’re good to go.”

I thanked her once again before meeting May and Peter outside the room.

Peter stood up almost immediately, “So how’d it go?”

I bit my lip to try to suppress my grin, “We’re having a girl, Pete.” I watched his face light up as he let out a small giggle.

“A baby girl?” I nodded as he picked me up and kissed me.

“Baby, put me down. We’re in public.” I squealed.

I looked past Peter to May, who had a smile on her face. I embraced her as well, thanking her for her once again.

We made our way out to May’s car making sure to pull up our hoodies and put on sunglasses to reassure that no civilians would recognize us.

We were here on our way home when Peter’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

“Peter just pick up your damn phone please.”

“I already know who it is.” He said not even bothering to look into the back seat where I was.

“If it’s my Dad then just answer it for Christ’s sake.” I groaned, “I can’t stand the buzzing.”

He sighed loudly before picking up the phone.

“What’s up Mr. Stark?”

“Nope I haven’t seen Y/n. Why?”

“She ran away? Why?”

“She’s pregnant?”

“Alright I have to go Mr. Stark I’ll let you know if I find her.” He ended the call before muttering, “Bullshit,” under his breath.

“Peter, you didn’t have to lie to him. I can hold my own.”

“I’m not letting him near you. We both know he doesn’t want this baby and he’ll do whatever he needs to make sure we don’t have it.” He looked back and took my hand in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I picked up my own phone for the first time in a couple hours just to find hundreds of texts from the team and my dad. I rolled my eyes and ignored them, opting to check twitter instead. Some of the things people post make me laugh even if I’m in one of the shittiest places of my life.

I was was expecting stupid memes or stories that probably didn’t happen but instead I got smacked with news story upon news story.

‘Y/n Stark? Pregnant? The young Stark was seen exiting a hospital with her boyfriend, Peter Parker and his guardian this afternoon. Stark was wearing baggy clothes compared to her normal tight, fashionable clothing. Tony Stark was nowhere to be seen, what does this say about their relationship and current situation. Stay posted with current updates here!’

“Bull-fucking-shit.” I muttered under my breath.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Peter turned to look at me.

“Paparazzi saw us leaving the hospital and now the whole world thinks I’m pregnant, which I mean I am but no one else is supposed to know that. And they even pointed out that my dad wasn’t there. What the fuck. I’m screwed.”

Peter gave a small laugh, “It’s alright we’ll figure it out.”

“Now my Dad is going to know that you know now though.” I bit my lip until the taste of copper shocked my tastebuds.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“I hope so.”

I stared out the window and watched Avengers Tower become smaller and smaller as we drove further and further into Queens.

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God I really love this series I can’t wait to read more. 

Finally Found My Way

Part 11

Warning: language, anxiety, fluff 

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 5.9K

A/N: If you haven’t noticed yet, but I don’t really read over these, so its unedited. I sometimes read them like a day or two later and edit them, so sorry if some stuff sound weird. But I hope you enjoy it! 

(gif not related to story, just really love it and wanted to post it.)

You couldn’t sleep all week. The nightmares returning, the yelling and sweateness and panting. You couldn’t sleep anymore. Because Peter wasn’t holding you. Yes that sounds pathetic and weak, but you had to admit it. Peter made you feel safe, and safe is sleep. But this was all mostly your fault. You avoided Peter at all costs. You trained on different times, telling Steve you had a lot of work and couldn’t do it at your usually time. Steve obviously changed it, making you feel as comfortable as possible. You went to the library during lunch, MJ usually tagged along, not wanting to spend the whole lunch with just the guys. You avoided Peters faze during the classes you had with him. Thank god MJ was your lab partner.

But soon enough, Friday came rolling around.

“Hey, so we still on at your place?” Ned says as you and him walked down the halls to your locker.

“My place?” You say forgetting you had asked them to come over.

“Yea, you said on Monday that movie night was gonna be at your place. Unless you don’t want to-“ Ned says seeming a little disappointed, he really wanted to see the conpound.

“Oh yea yea, no it’s still at my place,” you said, “um is-is uh Peter coming,” you quietly said as you closed your locker.

“Yea pretty sure!” Ned says happily. “I’m just gonna stop at my house and I’ll be at your place at 6!” Ned says jogging off.

FUCKKKKKKKK, what are you gonna do now???? You had successfully avoided Peter, but now, NOW he’s coming and you will have to face him, be in the same room as him. What are you suppose to say? Sorry I walked in on you jacking off, it really turned me on?! Like the fuck?

You race over to the compound as the million of scenarios flipped through your mind. You could always cancel? But that would be mean, they were really excited to come. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkk

You walk into the compound, finding your Dad and Rhodey talking in the kitchen. “Hey, dad.” You say dropping your bag down and sitting on the stole next to the counter. “I have some friends coming over in a few minutes, please don’t bother us with you stories and tech, I don’t need you showboating.” You say taking a bite of your apple.

Tony gives you an offended look, “Heyyyyy, I thought you liked my stories!”

You roll your eyes, “I do the first time, not the other thirty times.” You say. “And they’ll most likely want a tour, so I’m also gonna do that, so don’t freak out when you see some teenagers walking around.

“Yea ok, just don’t let them touch anything, I don’t need another teenager breaking a suit,” he says eyeing you down.

“Hey! That was one time!” You say as your dad rolls his eyes and continues his conversation with Rhodey.

-

Ned was the first to arrive, not wanting to be late and missing out on anything. Mj and Fladh came at the same time, greeting you with a hug. Flash tried to contain his excitement, but you could see right through him.

“So you guys wanna your?” You say as they all stood up in amazement.

“Yea!” They all yell.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Peter though?” Mj says, following you down the hall.

“Oh um he knows his place around.” You say trying to sound calm. Because anytime someone brought up Peter, all you could see was his hand working on his throbbing, hot, long cock- stop, not now Y/N

You first show them the lab, they look at the equipment and technology in amazement, Bruce gives you a strange look before you smile and wave your hand at him. “Is that the HULK!” Flash says a little to excitedly.

You let out a small chuckle, “Yea, but he goes by Bruce here.” You say as Flash’s face reddens a bit. You continue to show them around, leading them to the hallways of bedrooms, passing by Sam and Bucky, earning gasps from Ned and Flash, MJ knew how to keep her cool. “And lastly the training room,” You say opening the doors to the training room taking a step inside. They all did a 360 turn, looking at every angle in the room. Ned stops facing a wall, as he brought his hand up and pointed in that direction.

“What happened there?” He said, you turn to see what he’s pointing at, your face falls blank as you stare at the whole in the wall, it was slowly being rebuilt. You stare at it for a little too long, making your friends give you a questioning look.

“Y/N? You ok?” Mj says, as she reached to touch your shoulder. You quickly snap out of your state and shKe your head. You turn giving them a forced smile.

“Y-yea, everything’s fine. Someone just had an accident and the wall was the victim.” You say walking towards the door. “So, wanna watch the movie now?” They all turn giving each other looks of confusion, but nod there heads following you out the door to the common room.

About thirty minutes passed until Peter finally came. “Sorry I’m late, I just had…some things.” He says dropping his bag to the side of the couch.

“It’s fine, we’re only a few minutes into the movie.” Ned says not taking his eyes off the tv. You and MJ snuggled under a fluffy blanket on the couch. Ned sat cris-crossed on the floor in front of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and Flash laid next to him, occasionally reaching to get popcorn.

“Cool…what movie is this?” He says looking at the tv screen trying to figure out what movie it is.

“Robin Hood.” Mj answers.

“Robin Hood?” Peter repeats, the movie just came out yesterday, how did you get it?

“Yea! Tony Stark was sitting here when we came and said that he gets it early because he liked Robin Hood, then he told us a really cool story about one of his huge Halloween parties and he went as Robin Hood.” Ned says enthusiastically, as you rolled your eyes teasingly.

“Nice,” Peter says, as he casually takes a seat on the couch…next to you. The common room was pretty big, there was more than one couch in the room, but nope. He decides to sit in the same one your sitting on, only about three inches away.

You felt your heart picking up, you tried focusing on the movie, (it was actually really good so far, damn Taron Everton is hot af) but you couldn’t help your gaze slip a little, looking at Peters profile. Peter also couldn’t help but take a few glances at you here and there. He couldn’t stop thinking about, you were the only thing he was thinking about. Why weren’t you talking to him? Had he done something wrong?

When your eyes move to take another sneak peak at Peter, his eyes were already on you. You both lock eyes, just staring deep into the other eyes. Peter watched as your eyes sparkled even in the dark and you watched as his chocolate brown eyes stared back at yours. And that’s when it came back. The water in his hair, the curls sticking to his forehead. His lips between his teeth, the few moans that left his lips-

You quickly got up from your seat on the couch, making Mj shift her whole position because her head was resting on your shoulder, “I-I’m j-just g-gonna go to the…bathroom.” You say, Mj surprised at your sudden moves. You quickly make your way out of the common room, as you walked down the hall until you were in a corner. You lean your forehead against the wall, as you hand came up to touch the wall for support. You stayed there until your breathing calmed. But it soon picked up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around taking ahold of the persons wrist twisting there hand around their back as you pushed them against the wall.

“It’s just me man,” Peter says his words a little muffled because his face was smooshed against the wall. You quickly retract your hand as you take a step back.

“S-sorry.” You say looking down at the ground.

“Are you okay?” Peter says taking a step forward.

“Y-yea always.” You say forcing smile out.

“Um- y-you’ve been avoiding me?” Peter says rubbing the back of his head.

“W-what pffffffft no, I-I’ve just been uh busy.” You say rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Busy? Since when are you to busy to say hi?” Peter says, his voice a little hurt that your lying to him because he knows when your lying.

“I’ve just been busy Peter, ok, just leave me alone.” You snap at him. Why is this so difficult! Just tell him how you feel, stop hiding! Why did you have to yell at him? FUCK.

“Fine,” Peter says rolling his eyes and going back to the common room. He doesn’t know what he did to upset you, but he wasn’t gonna stand there and get yelled at  and if you wanted to be left alone, then he’ll go, you know where to find him.

You wait a few minutes until you go back. When you enter you see that no one has moved from there seats, except Peter. He wasn’t there. “Um hey, uh- w-where’s Peter?” You ask.

“Oh he said May needed him back home for something, he said he’ll see us on the field trip on Monday.” Ned answers.

“Field trip?” What field trip???

“Remember the Decathlon field trip on Monday. We’re going to DC again.” Mj answers looking at you strangely. “Y/N are you okay?”

You look down at at Mj, moving over to sit next to her. “Yea I’m fine, it just slipped from my brain.”

“Your still coming though?” Ned says turning around to face you, Flash does the same.

“You have to come, if we win this we’re gonna go to finals and we need you!” Flash says.

“Yea I’m coming, don’t worry.” They all nodded their heads in response, turning there attention back to the movie.

For the rest of the time, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Why? Peter’s why. Why did he have to be so cute? Why did he have to be so nice, so caring, so sweet, so, so…so Peter! It was unfair, should you tell him how you feel? No! You can’t, it would just complicate things. And besides if you did, you would just hurt him. That’s all you are, you are dangerous. People can’t come too close to you because you’ll just end up killing them. Your not going to let Peter end up the way Wade did.

Flash drove Ned and Mj home after the movie. It was actually a nice night, besides the whole Peter thing, which was still on your mind, it was nice. You close the door, as the car leaves. You made your way back to the common room, laying back down on the stack of blankets.

“Hey kid,” Bucky says taking a seat by your head. You make room for him, laying your head down on his lap. Bucky brought his hand up to play with your hair as you let out an annoyed grunt. Not because of Bucky. “What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, as he continued to stroke your hair.

“Everything! Everything is just ughhhh.” you say closing your eyes in frustration.

“Was the movie not good?” Bucky asks, confused at your sudden annoyance.

“No, the movie was good, you should watch it actually- no but it’s just- ugh it’s just Peter.” You say opening your eyes, locking them with Bucky’s, as he stopped stroking your hair and just placed his hand atop of your head.

“What about Peter?” Bucky says sturnly, “Did he hurt you? Because I swear if he did-” You sat up, placing your hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“No, no he didn’t do anything. Well he did, but not intentionally, it’s actually my fault, I don’t know what I’m thinking, I don’t even think I am thinking. It’s just everything and I don’t know, I just don’t know like-” Bucky takes his hand in his.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s just me, you can tell me. Just take a breathe first.” Bucky says as his eyebrows furrowed.

You nod your head, and take a deep breathe in, letting it out a few seconds later. “I think… I think I like Peter.” You say your eyes looking down at your hands in Bucky’s. “But I can’t, I can’t like him.” You say quickly after.

“Why can’t you like him?” Bucky says, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“It’s just he’s- why are you smiling?” You say looking at Bucky’s face. Buckys puts his hands up in surrender.

“I’m not!” He says as the smile grows.

“Yes you are! I’m not saying anything.” You say as you drop your head on the other side of the couch, burying your face into the pillows and blankets.

“Hey, c’mon, I can’t help the smiling, but I won’t say anything. C’mon doll,” Bucky’s says as he shakes your shoulder a little. You turn your head so you could see his face.

“Fine.” You let out, as you sit back up. “I can’t like him because I…I don’t wanna hurt him,” You say the last part quietly, as your eyes dropped down to your hands again.

“Hurt him?” Bucky says, as the smile fades away and a more concern expression appears.

“Yea…everyone that comes too close, get’s hurt.” You say as all the memories of you hurting people appears. You remember the night they took Wade away, the stories you’ve heard of Steve and Bucky loosing it after you disappeared. The times Tony’s beat himself up about you.

“Y/N, you don’t hurt people,” Bucky says, as he sat closer to you, putting his hand on your lap.

You shake your head, “No, I do! I hurt you guys, I hurt Wade, I almost killed Peter!” You feel the tears pushing against you eyes, trying to break free. No, don’t cry. Bucky lifts your chin up softly, so you could see his face.

“That’s not your fault. Y/N you can’t hurt us because we’re always gonna be here. What happened to Peter, wasn’t your fault, and he’s fine. Y/N, you can’t expect everything to be your fault. Not everything is on you.” You shake your head.

“Well it is, I’m dangerous and- and I can’t control it. I-I don’t wanna hurt you guys. I’m going to protect you guys, b-because I’m not a baby anymore.” You feel a few tears run down your cheek. Bucky brushes the tears away. “S-stop,” you says as you push his hands away and wipe there tears away yourself. You don’t need him to see you when your weak.

“Y/N you can cry.” Bucky says, as his heart aches seeing you like this. You shake your head frantically.

“No, I can’t, it’s weak. I’m-I’m not weak,” You say as more tears fall down and you struggle to wipe them. Bucky takes ahold of your wrists, bringing them down, as he locked eyes with yours.

“Y/N showing your feelings is not a sign of weakness. You can let it out… it will make it better.” Bucky says as he wraps his arms around your shaking your body. You don’t protest, you shed a few tears, as it soaked up his shirt.

“I-I’m s-sorry Bucky, y-you can’t s-see me like t-this,” You say not trying to push away, as you continued to cry quietly, trying to contain the loud sobs for escaping.

Bucky’s rubs your hair, as he pulled you closer, “No, don’t be sorry, don’t you ever say sorry for showing me how you feel.” You nod your head against his chest, as you continued to let everything out. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it did relieve the stress you had. You cried until you grew tired and feel asleep against Bucky’s chest. Bucky let you rest on the couch, as he stroked your hair, trying to take all the pain away from you.

Bucky heard footsteps coming down the hall and then chattering. Steve and Tony. As they entered the room, there discussion abruptly stopped when the saw you laying on Bucky. Your face wet and red. Tony opened his mouth, but Bucky brought his hand up to his mouth, telling them to stay quiet so you don’t wake up. Bucky slowly brought your head up and set it down gently on the couch, as he walked towards Tony and Steve. You shifted a little mumbling something in your sleep, as you became comfortable again.

Bucky let Steve and Tony back into the hallway, so they could talk normally, without waking you up. Tony started, “What happened? Is she okay? Did someone hurt her?”

“She’s just fighting with herself.” Bucky said as he looked in the direction of the common room.

“What do you mean?” Steve said as he crossed his arms.

“She think’s…she thinks she’s dangerous, she thinks if she drops her guard or comes too close she can hurt….us.” Bucky says.

“Us? She can’t hurt us?” Steve says in disbelief of what you said.

“She says she has to protect us,” Bucky continues. Tony stays silent, as his breathe became heavy.

“Protect us? W-what- why, she’s just sixteen, this shouldn’t be all on her.” Steve says, rubbing his face. “Tony, what are we gonna do?” Steve tries to think what could’ve happened in those four years for them to break you.

Tony shakes his head, “I-I don’t know.” they all look at each other waiting for someone to think of a way to help you. But everyones silent.

Steve, Bucky and Tony all ended up sleeping in the common room, they wanted to stay with you all night. Tony sat beside you, bringing your head up to rest on his lap. Bucky laid on the couch beside yours, and Steve laid on the ground close to your couch as well. There were more couches in the room, but they wanted to stay close to you even if you guys were in the same room.

You ended up getting one of your dreams, you started shifting on Tony’s lap. This was the first time Tony and Bucky have seen you in the middle of one. Steve remembered the first time he’s seen on of yours. Tony didn’t know if he should wake you up or not. Tony instead pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. You begin to whimper, and sweat. Steve got up, and sat next to you. Bucky say up from the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees. They all felt useless, they didn’t know what to do.

You then shot up from Tony’s chest, screaming. You rub your eyes, as you caught your breathe. That’s when you feel all the bodies surrounding you. You quickly jump off the couch, tripping on the blankets that tangled your feet, and falling face down in the middle of the common room. You feel hands on your shoulders, you bring your hands up to defend yourself as you closed your eyes. When the person turns you over, you throw a punch out, but there quick to grab your wrist, you throw your other hand out, they grab that one as well. You started to kick your feet, and you start sqwerming on the floor. This has never happened before. Who’s touching me?! You start panicking, Peter’s the only one that’s held you during the dreams. But this, this isn’t Peter.

You feel the person, sit on top of you, locking your hips between there legs, they held your wrist on either side of your head. You start shaking your head side to side. Another set of hands come to hold your head. Is this when your gonna die? You hear people talking, but’s it’s muffled because of your up coming panic attack. You feel a weight on your chest, your chest going up and down, as you try to breathe. You feel the tears coming down your face. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe! You start to cry out. You can’t breathe.

Steve was on top of you, he held your now glowing hands.

“Get off her, she’s having a panic attack!” Tony yells, as he starts to see you try to breathe.  

“Her hands-” Steve says, but Tony is quick to start.

“Get off her NOW!” Tony is starting to panic. Steve quickly gets off you. Bucky picks you up, letting you sit up right. Your eyes are still shut, as you still cried out. Tony sits in front of your, he takes your glowing hands in one of his. They burned his hand, but he didn’t let go. Tony brought his other hand up to cup your cheek. You continued to yell, and scream. Tony’s hand started to bleed.

“What’s happening?!” Nat came running into the room, the rest of the team following behind her. They all looked between you, Tony, Steve and Bucky. Thor pushed past everyone making his way towards you. Tony tried talking to you, but you couldn’t hear him.

“Move aside, Stark.” Thor says as he crouched down beside Tony.

“No!” Tony says, the pain starting to get to him. But he didn’t care, you were his daughter, this shouldn’t be happening to you. Thor grew annoyed. He saw your arms and chest start to glow as well, he couldn’t let you explode, not here, at least. So he pushed Tony aside, making Tony fall to his side. Thor picked you up as you continued to cry in pain. It was no longer just breathing, it was physical pain. You didn’t know what was happening, but when Steve was holding you down, it just brought back all the times they use to trap you done and do procedures on you.

Thor ran outside, until he was across the massive field in the back of the compound. And just on cue, you let out a massive cry as the energy from your body releases, destroying all the trees and equipment that was by the edge of the field. Thor was there though, he could take the pain. What could you say, he was the God of the Thunder. Thor sat down on the ground, he kept you on his lap. He noticed the rest of the team at the far end of the compound watching it all go down. That’s when you begin to move, you open your eyes, seeing Thor’s face above you. He gives you a smile, the smile you let out when something finally goes right. You start to sit up on his lap.

“W-what happened?” you say looking around, seeing the trees fallen down and burnt up.

“Little stark, you had what we Asgardians call a night-terror.s”

“Night-terros?” you say as you felt the breeze go through your body.

“It’s when your in a dream, and it comes out into the real world, your powers…you lost control.” You shake your head, as Thor pulled you closer.

“Did-Did I hurt anyone? Thor did I hurt you?” You push away checking his body for any cuts or blood. But there was nothing. Thor lets out a soft chuckle, as he took your hand in his large ones.

“Oh little stark, I’m a God, your silly for thinking that.” You laugh with Thor, as you realize he’s right. But the mood dies down when you turn your head to find the team standing on the other side of the field. “We should go back,” Thor says, standing up, letting you stand by him, he held your hand as the two of you walked across the field. You soon saw, your dad holding a towel around his hand. You and Thor were just a few feet away from everyone, but Tony couldn’t wait, He ran towards you until his arms were wrapped around you. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt you wrap your arms around him. You guys stay like the for quite some time until Steve pats Tony’s shoulder telling him they should go back inside.

Tony pulled away, his hand came up to pushing back some loose hair that came to your face. He then checked your face for any cuts or scars, let me rephrase that, he checked your face for any new cuts or scars. You let out a weak laugh, “I’m fine, dad.” Tony then held your cheek his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You saw his glazed eyes, and it broke your heart.

“You scared me sweetheart,” Tony says softly. You wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry Dad.” You pulled away taking Tony’s hand in yours. You moved the towel and examined the burnt flesh. It was bad. His whole palm was bleeding and you felt him tense up when you touched it. You started shaking your head, you felt the tears run down your cheeks. You hurt him. You hurt him. You hurt him!

Tony retracted his hand, lifting your chin up to see him, he brushed your the tears coming down your cheeks. “I’m fine sweetie.” You shake your head ‘no’

“N-no it’s not fine. I hurt you. I-I hurt you dad. Me n-not some bad guy, I did.” Tony wrapped the towel around his hand again, pulling you close to him after. He rested his chin on top of your head as you cried in his chest. “I-I’m s-so sorry daddy, I didn’t m-mean too.” Tony stroked your hair as you continued to sob.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not that bad anyways, and I know you weren’t in control.”

“But it was me.” You whisper to yourself.

Tony took you back into the compound, he settled back into the couch, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. The rest of the team went back to their rooms, in Tony’s order. You were weak. You knew after taking out all your energy you would feel weak afterwards. Your body felt numb.

“What do you wanna watch,” Tony said as he rubbed your arm up and down.

“Whatever you want,” Tony looked down at you, his eyes widened.

“Since when have you ever not wanted to pick the movie,” he said teasingly.

“Since I hurt you,” You say making the mood die down. Tony’s face drowned.

“Y/N, I said I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You lifted yourself up, so you were sitting up looking at Tony.

“But dad I did, I hurt you, I lost control of these bullshit powers! I hurt you dad and you can’t say it’s not my fault because it was me, it was my hands, it was my body and it was my powers. D-daddy I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” Oy choked back the sob from escaping your throat. Tony’s heart shattered right then and there. He pulled you into his arms once more.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’ll never be afraid of you. Your my little girl, I’ll be afraid for you never of you. You have to understand that.” Tony said into your hair. You nodded in response, still holding onto him for dear life.

You ended up picking Robin Hood, you didn’t really pay much attention before, but you ended up falling asleep on Tony in the first ten minutes of the movie. He stayed with you the whole night. Thankfully you were too drained to have a dream, and just had a dreamless sleep. Tony stayed awake though, not wanting anything to happen if he fell asleep.

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You slept through all of Saturday. Tony only left your side to use the bathroom. He didn’t dare move you from your spot, afraid to wake you. The rest of the team took their turns sitting with you. Tony brought his computer when he sat with you, so he could finish some work when you were resting.

Soon enough, you woke up Sunday afternoon. You shifted in your sleep, which wasn’t much surprise because you moved a lot in your sleep. But you brought your arms above your head as you stretched out your body. When tony noticed this movement, he slapped his computer closed putting it down on the table. The rest of the team were spread out around the room, but when they saw Tony’s sudden movements they quickly made there way to the couch you laid on. They all circled around you.

You rubbed your eyes, and they fluttered open. “Jesus-!” You yell grabbing your chest at the sudden faces circling you. “Can’t a girl get a few minutes of sleep.” You say seating up. They all ignored what you said as they came around the couch sitting in front of you.

“Are you feeling better?” Steve said.

“Yea I guess.” You looked around the room seeing all their concerned faces. “Why does it look like someone died?”

Tony answered this one, as he put his hand down on your lap, making you turn your attention to him. “Peanut… you’ve been asleep… for a day and a half.”

“What?!” You looked at your family, seeing their faces as they nodded. “Why didn’t you guys wake me? I missed a whole day!” You don’t know why you were angry. Maybe it was because they all watched you sleep. Your helpless weak body, on the couch unguarded.

“Wake you? Y/N you needed the rest.” Bucky said confused at your attitude.

“I’m not weak; I don’t need sleep.” You say rubbing your face with your hands in frustration.

“Since when was sleeping a weakness?” Steve questions.

“Since every time I sleep I lose control, and fucking blow something up!” They all stay silent, as you beat yourself up about this. “I’m not weak,” you whisper, but Tony heard.

“We never said you were weak, we just said you needed the rest after what happened.” Tony rubbed your back. I’m not weak. I’m not weak. Wait you were asleep all day. On the couch. On a Saturday. When Peter has training. You picked up your head from your hands looking at Steve in shock.

“What? What’s wrong,” Steve said as a rush of worriedness and concern came in.

“Did Peter see me? Did he see me asleep here.” You wanted to know if Peter saw you asleep, because your body gave out. You wanted to know if he cared enough to come. Steve relaxed when he heard what you said.

“No he said he was busy helping his Aunt with something this weekend, can’t make it to training.” A have Steve a small nod, but a small part of you wanted Peter to come. A small part of you wanted him to hold you. To keep your body close to his, to kiss your forehead when the dreams would start up. To trace shapes on your arms. But no, he wasn’t busy with aunt may he was avoiding you. You pushed him away and now he’s gone.

“I’m gonna go pack.” You say softly standing up, but that caused everyone else to stand up.

“Pack? Pack for what?” Clint says as he stood in front of you. Tony and the rest stood beside him not allowing you to move.

“The decathlon trip tomorrow. We’re only staying for the night and coming back Tuesday. No biggy.” You say as you try to get around them, but Tony steps in front of you this time.

“Your not going.” He says.

“What?!” You say confused.

“Y/N your not going. Not after all this, we need to help you, you need to stay low.”

“Stay low- I have to go. And I’m fine. I got a day of sleep, I’m healthy and thriving.” You say sarcastically.

“Your not going. End of discussion.” He stays sternly.

“End of discussion my ass, I said I was going they are all counting on me.” Steve says language under his breath but just receives a slap to the arm from Bucky and Sam.

“And I’m your father and I don’t need you losing it.” You released a half-hearted chuckle.

“Wow dad. And you ask me why I didn’t say anything.” Your face becomes serious again. “This is why, I knew if you guys found out, you would treat me like I’m a fucking child-“

“Watch your mouth,” Tony says.

“Really?! Are you kidding. I’m going and that’s the end of the discussion. I don’t have time to whine about my problems when my team needs me. And I’m fine for your information, you don’t need to lock me down in the compound, because I’m perfectly fine.” You said, you took a deep breath, as you looked back into Tony’s. “You have to trust me dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around him. “I just don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He says against your head. A smile spreads across your face.

“I’ll be fine dad. I promise.”

“Awwwwwwwwww,” You hear the whole team say. You and tony pulled away rolling your eyes. But they all come into a big family hug, everyone squishing the other. It was annoying, but it was sweet. It just showed how much everyone cared for the other.

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“Call me if anything happens. Anything at all. Actually call me when you get there, and when you get to the hotel and when you wake up the next day. But if you need to call me at night you can. If you feel yourself losing it call me. I’ll answer don’t worry. Also send a text, I might call after though because you know I don’t like texting. Actually forget what I said, don’t really forget it, I’ll just call you every hour just to check with you, you can call me though if-“ you put your hand on your dad’s shoulder to stop him from talking anymore. You give him a soft smile easing his nerves.

“I’m gonna be fine dad. Don’t worry.” Your dad returns the smile.

“I’m never gonna stop worrying. Your my little girl.” He says pulling you into a hug. He holds you a little too long that you have to tap his shoulder.

“Ok dad, I have to go now.” Tony pulled away nodding his head. You opened the car door, slipping out and grabbing your duffel bag from the trunk. You start walking to the bus before you head your dad’s voice. You turn on your heel as you looked at your dad from the car window he rolled down.

“Love you peanut!” He yelled as he waved to you.

“Love you too!” You yelled back waving back to him.

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A/N: hoped you liked part 11, I’m really enjoying writing this series. Already started writing Part 12.

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Just caught up with this series and it’s wonderful!

Finally found the way

PART 1

(Peter Parker x !stark reader)

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word count: 853

The pain wouldn’t stop, you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. “Y/N, Y/N, please you gotta stay with me,” you could recognize that voice anywhere, but your breathing started to slow down and then you closed your eyes. “No! Come on Y/N come on!” Peter quickly stopped the blood with his webs. He could hear the yells getting closer. Peter quickly picked you up, and started running into the woods. After running for so long, Peter stopped and put you down slowly on the ground. He could see the blood dripping from the webs. He wasn’t ready to give up, he just found you, after four years! He finally found you and he wasn’t ready to let you go. That’s when he saw lights in the distance, and he heard the cars. He quickly picked you up and started running in that direction.

It was pitch black out and the road had no street lights but Peter didn’t care he saw a few cars run by, but when he finally got onto the road he just stood in the middle. A car was coming towards you guys, you were still unconscious in his arms. Peter started waving his hands and the car finally stopped. The driver jumped out of the car, “Hey you can’t stand in the middl- WAIT YOUR SPIDER-MAN!!” Peter couldn’t deal with this right now but he really needed the ride.

“Yea, yea please I need your help.” Peter started walking towards the car. That’s when the driver finally saw you unconscious in Spider-mans arms. “What happened?”

“I need you to take us to the hospital, she’s running out of time.” Peter opened the backdoor and laid you down across the seat. He quickly got in behind you. The driver got in and started driving quickly. “Do you have a spare shirt or blanket?” Peter asked. “Yea there one on the floor.” Peter picked up the shirt of the floor and looked back at you. The webs were drenched in blood and Peter knew that if he put more it still wouldn’t stop the bleeding. He lifted up your shirt and took the webs off. He then wrapped your left ribs with blanket, he then put his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. “Are we close!” Peter couldn’t wait, he couldn’t breathe in the mask, it was too much, he should’ve called for backup. “Yes I’m going as fast as I can… ok ok we’re here.” The driver quickly parked the car in front of the emergency room and ran to open the door for Peter. Peter grabbed you and started running into the hospital, “CAN I GET SOME HELP HERE… PLEASE!” A doctor turned around and saw you in Spider-Man’s arms she ran to you calling for a gurney. Peter put you down on the gurney as they rolled you away. “Please help her-“ peter fell to the ground and everything went black.

Doctors flooded around him, they quickly picked up peter and put him into an emergency room. “Should we… take off the mask?” One doctor said, “yes.” another answered. They read over and take off the mask. The gasp “he’s just a kid”. They soon saw the bleeding from peters stomach and back, he was shot twice and never realized it because he was thinking of you.

“Take her into the OR, she lost a lot of blood!” They took you into the operating room right away.

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You slowly opened your eyes. You tried sitting up but just fell back into the bed, you could feel the pain in the side of your body, but it felt better than before. You looked around the room and saw all the wires that you were hooked up to. Then you noticed the glass door in front of you, chains we’re locking them shut. That’s when you started panicking and you breathing was becoming erratic. The monitor started to beep louder and louder giving you a huge headache and that’s when you couldn’t take it. But you calmed down when you saw the boy who started walking towards you. He had a cut on his forehead, he was wearing a patient gown and you could see him holding one hand across his stomach. A doctor walked in front of him and unlocked the chains. “Peter.” was the only thing you could let out. Your breathing became normal and you were calm. Even after four years you could recognize those eyes and that smile anywhere. Peter came around the bed and sat in the chair next to you. He took your hand and rested his head on the bed. He took a few deep breaths before looking up at you smiling, “your ok. Y/N, your ok.” And with that you laid your head back down and closed your eyes.

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DONE WITH PART ONE. My first time writing a fan fic ever!!!!

Ahhhhhhh Excuse me but I didn’t agree to die. All jokes this was a awesome read, can’t wait to read more.

Labyrinth

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: is this the first piece of writing I’ve ever posted here? Yes. Am I a bit nervous? Yes. For the wonderful @hazsterfield writing challenge.

Prompt: “Please, just stay a little longer.”

Summary: Getting trapped in a death maze constructed by a psycho killer isn’t exactly how you expected this fight to go. 

Warnings: ANGST omg, blood, peril, light swearing? 

Word Count: 3k (wow, I got a little out of hand)

God, dad is gonna kill me after this one.

I mean, it’s not my fault right? Who could’ve predicted the psychos we were fighting would’ve built trap doors right into the ground of the battle field?

Not the Avengers, I guess.

Long story short, I convinced my dad to let me come to one of the “Big Fights”, which doesn’t happen particularly often. But this time Peter was given the ok, so I gave my dad an earful about injustice and my years of training until he gave in.

Tony Stark was kind of a push over when it came to me.

Anyway, so there we were, fighting an army of bots and soldiers run by a man who had been terrorizing the public with puzzles of death, and who was also very persistent about defeating the Avengers (as it was, of course, his last step to completing world domination, blah blah blah) when I drop straight down through a sudden opening in the earth. And suddenly I’m alone, in a maze of puzzles of death.

Great. You can bet I’m fucking grounded.

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Loki & Frigga

reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die

Ahh this was so CUTE

you’re your father’s daughter

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

summary: where peter, your boyfriend of many months, finds out that you’re tony stark’s daughter

requested by anonymous: Can you do a peter parker x reader imagine where they’re dating and her dad is tony stark but nobody knows because she uses her mom’s last name and lives with her mom and basically doesn’t like her dad and then could you make it be like how peter would react to finding out about that

word count: 4.4k

warnings: angst, swearing, daddy issues

a/n: wow this is a lot longer than pretty much all of my oneshots whaaat?? it’s like,, halfway edited kinda?? so like dont judge it too hard lmao. but anyways i hope y’all enjoy & let me know what you think!

You didn’t like Tony Stark.

Sure, he was your dad, but after what he’d done to you and your mom, your dislike for him had grown immensely. You could barely remember living with him; you were so young that only bits and pieces of your life then stuck with you. Most of your memories with him seemed to be happy, yet you couldn’t stand to even hear his name.

Although it was so long ago, you could still remember the day you and your mother left. She was crying, but being so young, you had no idea why. You were too young to understand why you’d moved, but a few years later your mom explained to you that she and Tony both decided it was best for both you and your mom to move away. She never went into detail why, saying it wasn’t her place to tell you, which led you to assume that Tony wanted to live out his playboy lifestyle with nothing holding him back, even if that meant abandoning his daughter in the process. The last time you spoke to your father was the day you moved out all those years ago.

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

REBLOG IF YOU AGREE THAT LESBIAN TRANS GIRLS ARE VALID…

Hold On (Peter Parker x F!Reader)

Summary: the reader attempts to commit suicide.

Word count: 2965.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker and F!Reader, Steve and Tony (ex-couple).

Warning(s): slight description of finding someone after they tried to commit suicide, mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety, loneliness. This is a heavy read. Please, do not read if triggered. Also, cursing.

Author’s Note: Hello, to everyone reading this! I am aware that this is Mental Health Awareness Week (I read it somewhere, don’t know if it’s true), so I thought I’d post this. I wrote this in a very low point in my life, since I myself struggle with depression, but I beg you: do not read if you feel you’ll be triggered. All of you out there: take you meds, take care of yourselves. Your life matters. To quote JVN: you’re a Kelly Clarkson song. You’ve got this. Now, to the imagine!

Based off of Hold On by Chord Overstreet.

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Ouch..my heart

Replaced - Tony Stark

Summary: Ever since Peter Parker showed up, her father’s attention was directed to him, leaving her to feel replaced.  Pairing: Tony Stark x Stark!Daughter!Reader Word Count: 2,446… that’s officially the most words I’ve ever wrote ever. Warning(s): Favoritism, jealously, underage drinking, smoking, drug use(just weed), being drunk, cops and being arrested, emotional break down, death, major character death, etc. If I’m forgetting something, let me know.

A/N: HAVE YOUR TISSUES READY FOLKS!!!! TRUST ME.

When a baby mysteriously showed up on the front doorstep of Tony Stark, he was in shock. Everything in him wanted to deny this baby was his. But he had this feeling deep within his gut that this baby truly was his. She had the same dark hair as him, the same tanned skin, and although the baby didn’t have her eyes open, he knew she had the same dark eyes as him.

Carefully, he picked up the car seat and brought the baby inside. He paced back and forth, mind running because he knew next to nothing about being a dad. His own father, Howard, was never much of a father, and hardly ever said that he loved him when he was a kid. Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the one person he knew could help.

That one person was Peggy Carter.

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Bitch, I’m crying, this is amazing

Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts (Tom Hiddleston Edition).

Summary: Tom and you go to the Late Late Show with James Corden and some secrets come out. 

Word count: 2.4k+.

Pairing(s): Tom Hiddleston x Reader.

Warning(s): cursing.

Author’s Note: this was requested by @hiddlestonstansworld! I hope you enjoy it love! 

You and Tom were on your seventh month anniversary when you went to The Late Late Show with James Corden. Backstage, you two were on the same room watching the show from a TV while sitting on a couch.

“What do you think of this one?” You show him a picture: you in pajamas, him in a suit. It was before the GQ Awards. He was grabbing you by the waist, both of you smiling at each other. “Is it suggestive enough?”

He frowned. “We have more suggestive pictures,” he replied, a smirk on his face.

“I’m not about to post a picture of us kissing.”

Tom sighed. “Love, we don’t have to come forward if  you don’t want to.”

“But you want to,” you said. “And I want to, too, just… it makes me nervous. The reactions and…,” you sighed.

“I know.”

He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back. You put that same hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb.

You heard a knock on the door. “Come on in,” you allowed.

A crew member opened the door, not even having time to notice your situation. She just said, “Time for you, guys.”

Tom got up first and you stretched your arms, him helping you out of the couch and walking behind you with a hand on your back like he always did.

You two stood behind a curtain as James began the introduction. “You guys ready to eat some nasty shit?” She asked you.

“Hm… Yes?” You mumbled, making Tom chuckle.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Hiddleston, everybody!”

The curtains opened and the audience greeted you with cheers and applause. You waved at them, smiling. Tom shook James’ hand and you gave him two kisses, one in each cheek, gotten used to greeting like that after being in England for a while.

“C’mon, c’mon. (Y/N), you go there.”

It was a round table filled with inedible food that stunk. You caught a couple of names: cow’s tongue and sardine smoothie.

“Oh my Gosh, this smells disgusting,” you stated.

At the table, you were on the right side and Tom sat across from you, James in the seat that faced the audience.

“So, how you guys doing?” James asked you two.

“I was fine until I smelled all this stuff,” you answered.

“Oh, and wait till you eat it. It’s repulsive,” James joked, the audience laughing. “These are the rules: Tom will ask me a question, I’ll ask (Y/N) and she’ll ask Tom. For each question, you have to pick a food if the person decides not to answer the very personal question,” he explained. “So, this is our menu for the day…” The camera did a close-up. “A cow’s tongue, sardine smoothie…”

“Christ…” Tom mumbled.

“Clam juice, a thousand-year-old egg, calf’s brain…”

“Fuck, that stinks.”

“Bird saliva; cod sperm, which I’m still not sure how they get; and our old, classic buddy: bull’s penis.”

“This is the last time I come to your show, James,” you stated.

James and the crowd laughed. “So… who wants to go first?”

You kept quiet, chuckling to yourself. Tom sighed. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”

“Okay, very good!” James clapped. “I applaud your bravery, sir. (Y/N), pick a food for Mr. Hiddleston here.”

You were going to spin the table, but instead, you asked, “Can I read the question first?”

“Sure, sure.”

When you read the question, you chuckled and blushed at the same time. “Since I’m not sure if you’re going to answer or not, I’ll give you… the thousand-year-old egg..” You spun the table until the thousand-year-old eggs were in front of him. They had green and blue colours.

Tom chuckled. He took one of the small, invisible cups out of the three and smelled. He squinted strongly and shivered. “That’s repulsive,” Tom commented.

“Tom, you’re a renowned, talented actor who has done over twenty movies, nineteen TV shows, and ten plays…” The audience began applauding. “Yes!” You clapped as well. When it died down, you continued the question. “Have you ever… done any of those characters in bed? And if so, which one?”

Tom’s jaw dropped. James was laughing hysterically and you were jumping up and down on your chair, excited about the outcome.

You knew the answer to this question.

“You’re joking!” Tom exclaimed.

“That’s what the card says!” You said, leaving the card on a side.

Tom sighed, passing his index fingers through his brows, looking at the egg in front of him, deciding whether or not to answer the question. “What’s it gonna be, Tom?”

He smelled the egg again. “I can’t eat this.”

“Then answer,” you suggested, a smirk on your face.

Tom lied back on his chair, rubbing his jaw. Then, he dropped the bomb, “Loki. I’ve done Loki.”

The audience rioted. You started dancing on your chair, smiling. James couldn’t hold back his laughter. “I can’t believe it!” James exclaimed.

“I can!” You replied. “You shall kneel before your new king, Loki, of Asgard,” you imitated Tom as Loki, the audience laughing and James clapping.

“Next!” Tom said, attempting to divert the attention from his recent confession. “James, your turn.” Tom read the question first and bit his lower lip to keep the laugh in, but he snorted. He spun the table, James landing on the: “Bird saliva.”

“You’re an evil man, Hiddleston.”

Tom cleared his throat, a mischievous smile on his face. “James; you’re the producer of Drop the Mic and are often invited to rap battle other artists, but you almost never win even when some of your rhymes are better than the ones from your opponent. So, is it true that the show is rigged?”

James looked at this crew as the audience laughed. “Who wrote these?!” He exclaimed. “No!” James defended himself for around forty-five seconds before drinking from the bird’s saliva… and puking it in a bucket. “That’s fucking disgusting.” The audience laughed. “Okay, (Y/N), since you made Tom confess he roleplays in bed, I will give you…” Tom chuckled. “The clam juice.”

You winced. “I can smell it from here…” The confession made the audience laugh. You sighed. “Hit me.”

James read the question to himself and chuckled. “(Y/N)…”

“Yes?”

“Your character in Avengers: Infinity War, Karma, died during Thanos’ snap; but a photograph from set got leaked last week, where we see your character in a new suit…” James took out the photograph, showing it to the audience.

“No!” You shouted, burying your face in your hands.

Tom couldn’t stop laughing. “So, my question is… what is the truth?”

You took a deep breath, one of your hands in a glass of clam juice. “You want to know the truth?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, the truth is…”

And you chugged down half a glass of clam juice pinching your nose. The audience was clapping and you heard shouting, James was laughing like crazy and Tom was supporting you, exclaiming:

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You left the glass back on the table and drank water. You looked at James straight in the eye. “…I ain’t no snitch, Corden.”

James and you laughed hysterically as Tom clapped. When the audience settled down, you asked Tom how much he’d made during his time at the MCU… He ate the bull’s penis and proceeded to spit it in a bucket.

Tom asked James when was the last time he’d had sex… and James answered, confessing he did the Devil’s Tango the night before.

James asked you what castmate you liked the least from Avengers: Infinity War, and you wouldn’t have hesitated to eat up… if a calf’s brain wasn’t staring at you.

“I know who this one is,” Tom informed.

“You do?” James inquired.

“Truth be told, I liked him while shooting, just afterwards…” You grunted, putting aside the calf’s brain. “Dave Bautista,” you admitted.

Tom’s eyes widened. “I can’t believe you said it,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the audience’s noise and James’ loud reaction.

“I was not going to eat that!” You took a deep breath.

“Gosh, this tea is scalding,” James said. “(Y/N), time to ask Tom a question.”

When you grabbed the card and read the question, your eyes went wide and your heartbeat sped up. You could feel your hands starting to sweat.

You spun the table. “A cow’s tongue,” you said, “for the answer to the following question…“ You tried your best for your voice not to come out shaky since your legs were going up and down under the table. “Tom, how many of the relationships you’ve had haven’t gone public? Name those people.”

You remained silent.

If it had to be there, then it had to be. You weren’t going to force Tom to eat a cow’s tongue if he could tell the truth…

“Wait, no. No naming. That’s an invasion of privacy of people who aren’t comfortable with that information being out in the open,” Tom demanded.

“I think that’s cool,” you supported him.

“Very well… Tom, speak now or eat the cow’s tongue.”

“Well… I believe the only serious relationship I’ve had that hasn’t gone public is the one with my current partner.” You heard gasps from the crowd and one from James. “She’s not certain about, you know, telling everyone, so I gave her the option to come forward when she wanted to, and how she wanted to.”

You grinned, your heart fuzzy from the statement. “Whoa, mate… And do you love her?” James inquired.

“Like a moth loves the light, James.”

Tom had confessed his love for a woman on live television. He’d never done anything like that…

Was he that sure about you two?

And as Tom asked James a question about which kid he preferred and made him drink a sardine smoothie, you admired Tom:

He was wearing a blue suit without a tie, his hair was perfectly done and brushed and he didn’t have his glasses, his eyes available for everyone to see clearly.

He was well-mannered, but also laid-back. He was professional but funny at the same time. He was that person that could make your IQ go up thirty points and could dance to any genre of music (even salsa). Everyone liked him… and how could they not? He had that smile. The kind of smile that kept you warm during the winter.

The kind of smile that outshined the sun.

“Okay, (Y/N), last question.” You snapped out of your train of thought when James mentioned your name. This time, he read the question first. He laughed to himself.

“Stop,” you requested.

“Okay, okay. Since I want to make sure you’ll answer this, we’ll go with the…” He spun the table, stopping it in front of three small cups of what seemed to be tiny, white pudding-textured sausages. “…Cod’s sperm.”

“How dare you?” You told James. “How…”

“You’re gonna have to answer the question.” James cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you admitted to a fan in Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you had a partner…”

The crowd went, “Uhhh.”

“Is that relationship still going? And if so, who are they?” James finished the question.

Tom pursed his lips. You brought the cod sperm to your nose, and you gagged when you smelled it.

“Nope, no, definitely not gonna happen.” You put the sperm back on its tray. “I wouldn’t feed this to my siblings, and I’ve fed them some shit.”

The audience laughed. “So what are you gonna do?” Tom inquired.

You could see it in his eyes: he wanted you to answer, but he’d never say it. He’d never pressure you to do it if you weren’t ready.

But you were.

“I do have a partner,” you confessed. James’ jaw dropped. “He is… kind and intelligent and talented and…” You stared right into Tom’s eyes, “…he’s sitting across from me.”

The audience gasped and cackled to James’ reaction. “WHAT?!” James looked at you both back and forth. “You… and you…”

“Yep,” Tom confirmed.

James’ eyes widened and his mouth opened. “James!” You snapped your fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality.

“This was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Marvel Sweethearts, Tom Hiddleston and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! We’ll be right back!”

Marvel Sweethearts became a term in the Marvel fandom that same night. It was two-and-thirty in the morning, and Tom was waiting for you outside as you picked up your things from the room.

You’d taken off your heels and replaced them with slippers.

“You ready?” He asked you when you walked out.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me.” He took your bag and put it over his shoulder.

People in the hallway were already clearing out to go home since the show had ended.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” he replied and you frowned, encountering his blue, harmonious eyes gazing back at yours. “I know it wasn’t easy to make our relationship public, so…”

“No, actually it was.”

Tom’s the one who frowned this time. “What?”

“Yeah…” You held his hand. “I realised that I wanted to share with the world that the person I go home to every night is the brightest star in the sky… and in Hollywood, just that people haven’t realised it yet.”

He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand, pecking you on the lips afterwards. “Let’s go home, love.”

You nodded, offering him a half smile. “Yeah, let’s.”

And you walked through the hallway to make your way out of the building while holding hands.