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could you write something like tony accidentally finding our peter and his daughter (the reader) are dating then always teasing them about it, even though he’s secretly their biggest shipper🫶
pairing: peter parker x reader
w/c: 900+
a/n: hi anonnn, srry it took awhile- this was cute and fun!! so ty for that, i love secret!bf!peter :)
“you know you can’t keep sneaking in my room forever, right, pete?”
the pretty brunette sits atop your cushy comforter, breathless as he rips off the humid mask.
the poor boy is looking up at you in all innocence. his mouth is agape, hair messy, and eyes wide with pure exhilaration; so excited to finally be alone with you after tiptoeing around your father all day.
the sight before you makes you feel all warm inside, your provocative thoughts threatening to corrupt your sweet boyfriend.
peter takes a deep breath when you take a seat on his lap, hands immediately settling on either side of your hips.
he looks you up and down, “ehhh, i don’t know, y/n/n. kinda seems like you’re into it,” he teases.
you offer him a shrug, as your hands snake around his shoulders, pulling him inches closer to your lips, “maybe just a little.”
he’s relaxed at your touch, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck,
“huh, didn’t peg you as a fan of breaking and entering,” he jokes.
“mm only when it’s a certain spider.”
your boyfriend exhales as he leans back a bit, smirking, “oh yeah?”
one of his hands leaves your waist to push back his unruly hair, then swiftly flexes his bicep exaggeratingly, “i don’t blame you,” he shrugs, “i had a hunch you had a thing goin’ on for-”
you’re quick to shut him up, attacking his sweet lips with yours.
your hand falls to his firm bicep and he’s laughing into your sudden kiss, instantly melting against you. his hand resumes his place on your hip, curling it around your side, and pushing you further into him.
“y/n,”
peter holds himself up by his elbows as you push your weight down further onto him.
“baby,”
he couldn’t think straight when you were on top of him, let alone near him. all his worries of getting caught are thrown out the window when a deep groan rumbles from his throat.
he’s like putty in your hands, his head and limbs going numb at your touch.
and while it was difficult to deny the way your heart races at moments like this with peter, you couldn’t help but feel at such ease around him. when something you know is intrinsically wrong but feels so right, you were tired of peter being your guilty pleasure.
you know the disapproving thoughts your father would muster up had you and your boyfriend publicly announced your official relationship.
however, there were often many things you’d fail to notice. like how he’d mutter under his breath of the amount of money he could bet that a certain webhead would set off the security system yet again as sipped his midnight coffee. or when he would prepare a breakfast dish for you to take to your room, one that he knew would be too much for you to finish and unintentionally feed your boyfriend as well.
sometimes you wonder if this boy was worth risking everything for.
but with peter softly panting against you, all doubts leave your mind and there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be but with him.
“what was that, petey?”
he’s swift in flipping you over, pushing you against the silky mattress.
“shut up,” he whispers as he tenderly attaches your lips once more.
as he moves down your body, he isn’t shy with his wandering hands when he caresses your breasts over your shirt, pushing the cloth higher and kissing down your stomach, heat rapidly growing at your core.
you’re flushed with excitement and when you take a look at the boy below, you can tell he is too.
finally, he rests his hands just above the waistband of your shorts, fingers gently stroking the skin below your navel.
“i’m thinking… that you really enjoy our sneaking around,” his curls obstruct your view from his sultry eyes. your fingers weave their way through his locks, his strong gaze on you has your beaming red, and you’re desperate for him to do anything,
“maybe, almost as much as me?” he’s teasing you, the roles are reversed and now you’re the one begging him.
he’s painfully slow in stripping you of your loose shorts, leaving your bottom half in just your panties.
your eyes close in bliss as you tilt your head back when peter kisses the inner of your thighs and he grunts at the sudden pull of his hair. his fingers are grasping onto your underwear torturously pulling the garment down when-
“hey honey, have you seen my-”
sad to say, peter’s spidey sense wasn’t quick enough to mask the obscene sight that your poor father had walked in on.
“jesus fuck!”
peter scrambles away from you handing you a pillow to save you some decency.
and tony’s back on the other side of the closed door, clearly horrified at the very scene, “are you fucking kidding me!?”
“it’s not what it looks like mr. stark! s-sorry!” you stare at peter with a displeased look, rolling your eyes at both your dad’s and boyfriend’s reactions.
his eyes are frantic when he looks to you for help, “i-i wasn’t doing anything i swear! i was just, checking out a-uh… a mole?”
you give him an offended face, “a mole? seriously, pete?”
“i don’t know!”
while the two of you bicker, natasha is there waiting on the other side, an aggravated expression painted on her face.
tony clicks his tongue when he meets her outside, “well, that certainly wasn’t how i was expecting to find them, but…”
“yea, whatever,” nat scoffs. rolling her eyes, she shoves a twenty dollar bill to his chest, too annoyed with the fact that she just lost a stupid bet to the billionaire.
a/n: i had the roles reversed this time lolol - this post is based on x and abt one office reference!
peter loved sleeping next to you.
your bed was always so comfy and you were always so warm.
but sometimes it had its downsides
it could just be the frustration getting to him, but the poor boy couldn’t seem to sleep.
maybe it was the fact that you two were practically sleeping in a freezer. you always told your boyfriend you couldn’t ever fall asleep in a hot box.
or maybe it could just be you, sleeping so peacefully, without a care in the world, unmoved and unbothered, all while being the world’s biggest blanket hogger.
he also knew he shouldn’t have drank that extra cup of coffee earlier in the evening, however in his defense, he was exhausted, and he needed that extra boost to get through his last few classes of the day.
as he looked at you, a shiver ran down from his neck and to his spine, feeling goosebumps scatter around his arms.
the dim lamppost outside shines through your window and onto your relaxed face. peter’s jealous of the sweet slumber you’re in.
“y/n?” he reaches out to poke your puffy cheek.
you’re dead asleep.
you were tucked away across the mattress as he tries tugging the blanket away from you, attempting to spare some for himself. your loose grip allows peter to find comfort in the heat the warm sheets bring when he wraps it around his shoulders, tucking his feet inside and tangling it with yours.
peter feels himself finally dozing off, his heart rate slowly decreasing. he's halfway asleep when you disrupt him, feeling you gradually snatch the blanket away, stripping him of the toasty covers.
“y/n/n,” he groans. the boy is now restless as he begins to lightly poke your cheek again, “c’mon please?”
this time, when he reaches for you once more, he feels you quickly wrap your hand around his pointer finger.
“touch me one more time, parker and i swear-”
“i just wanna sleep” he whines. he’s frowning at you with those big eyes, wishing you would turn around to face him.
“you’re gonna be sleeping by yourself for the rest of your life if you don’t-”
“please,” his voice cracks. peter's desperate to rest and the least you could is to help out.
you heave a sigh, “peter just,” you turn towards him, keeping your lids shut, “close your eyes”
he’s quick to do so tightly, shifting around to get more comfortable, “take some deep breaths.”
peter follows your instructions, “slow your heartbeat down,” he takes a few moments to focus on the task and he begins to feel more at ease than he has the entire night. he waits a bit longer for you to continue.
“and then what?”
silence.
“y/n?”
no answer.
“y/n!” and he’s shaking your shoulders, “you can’t sleep now!”
you groan in annoyance, “just go to sleep, peter”
“you don’t think i would if i could!?” he huffs.
“well, what d’you want me to do?”
“umm,” he takes a few moments to ponder before he suggests, “ask me about my day.”
you blink one eye open at him, glaring, “it’s 2am... and you want me to ask you how your day was?”
peter blankly blinks in return, offering you a toothy grin, “mm, yea!”
you could only stare back at him blankly as he waits for you, and slowly you ask, “how was your day.”
he’s instantly giddy at your question (which definitely didn’t sound like a question), and breathes out a relieved sigh.
“i’m so glad you asked,” he shakes his head, “it was so tiring.”
he began to ramble on about how eventful his day was. and no matter how hard you tried to fight off sleep, there was something so calming about peter’s voice that puts you to sleep.
“-and she bought me a churro, so that was nice. oh, and you know howard? that homeless man on 31st?”
“mhmgh.”
gradually, he subconsciously moves closer to you, playing with a loose thread of your blanket and tucking himself in, snug against your body.
“he told me that he lost his pet pigeons when he got kicked out and he asked me to go help find them for him. i never realized how hard it was to swing while holding a couple of birds. but anyways, i still have-”
peter takes a look at you as you doze off and whines your name.
he’s shocked when you surprisingly move towards him, bringing an arm around his torso and tangling your legs with his.
at last, the boy seems calm down after awhile, focusing his breathing to follow suit with yours. talking did seem to help. now he’s finally warm, laying in bed next to the girl he loves most. and you’re pleased with your effort to help him sleep.
it's only a matter of time until he pipes up again.
“hey y/n, if I was a worm in a top hat who could only communicate with you telepathically, would you still love me?”
pranking peter asking him to try not to annoy you today has me crying
pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 600
a/n: hiii anon thank u very much for requesting! based on that trend on tiktok :)
you’re feeling mean today.
after waking up so early, you’ve scrolled through countless videos of girls pranking their boyfriends with just a simple line, and seeing their priceless reactions.
and what better use of your time than to prank your ever so lovely boyfriend.
you’re up in the bathroom, washing your face and getting your makeup done for the day when peter walks in to greet you.
“g’morning baby,” he mumbles and wraps an arm around the side of your hip, sloppily kissing the side of your forehead.
you take a look at him through the mirror. he’s got bedhead, his curly hair all messy, shirt wrinkled, and he’s rubbing his squinty eyes from the bright lights. his cute little pout makes your heart skip a beat and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.
“hi petey,” you greet, you’ve got your brush in one hand, blending out the makeup on your skin.
and he’s reaching for his toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on when he asks you, “d’you sleep good?”
“it was okay,” you respond with a shrug.
“just okay? what happened, y/n/n?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.
you tap your fingernails on the countertop as you take a deep breath, “look, pete, i have a big day ahead, so can you just try not to annoy me today please?”
peter freezes as his jaw goes slack with the toothbrush in his mouth. his eyes stare up at you in shock and confusion while you’re none the wiser, looking straight ahead, curling your lashes up closely against the mirror, “what’d you say?”
you let out a sigh as you switch out the curler for mascara, “i said, try not to get on my nerves today.”
"today? but the day just started," he's dumbfounded when he looks at you.
you shrug in response, "still. you've been really annoying lately."
you resist from looking at peter. one quick glance and you know you would break.
“oh…” the boy mumbles, looking down at the sink confused, trying so hard to figure out where he went wrong, “m’ sorry.” you feel like a monster.
but when peter steps back to sneak a peek at you, he notices your uncomfortable stance. you’re squeamish, biting your lip, as you avoid eye contact with him.
his eyes narrow down at your figure, “and how exactly have i annoyed you lately?”
you take a second to think of a example, “just, everything. like right now, when you ruined my makeup or when you’re asking me stupid questions.”
“stupid questions? ruined your makeup? wait, what, you mean when i kissed you good morning??” your boyfriend laughs in amusement.
“m’ just saying.”
“huh okay,” peter spits the toothpaste out in the sink, “you wanna talk about silly questions?" he wipes his mouth with a rag and turns towards, gets up real close to the side of your face.
you pinch your brows towards him, “what are you-”
“who was the one that asked me if italy was in spain?”
“peter-”
“or if milan was in germany?”
“are you ser-”
“or if australia and austria were the same thing?”
“peter!”
“i’m just saying!” he’s mocking you, a smug smirk on his face, and he knows he’s got you.
“yea whatever, einstein,” you bump him out of the way wanting to use the mirror next. you’re crabby you’re little prank backfired while peter’s having the time of his life, laughing at your embarrassment.
he stands behind you wrapping his big arms around your front and resting his chin down on your shoulder. he’s got this irritating sardonically sweet smile on his face that makes you wanna kiss or slap it off, you can’t decide. he’s gazing with loving eyes at you’re adorably grumpy pout in the mirror and kissing the side of face, smudging your makeup once more.
“it’s okay baby, you can get on my nerves all you want.”
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hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!
pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 800 ish
a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this
“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.
“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.
you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues.
“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.
“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,”
“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.
“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.”
the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.
nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.
the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.
“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”
peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,”
“it was super fun,” you add.
“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.
“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”
wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.
“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.
“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands.
he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame.
“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.
“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.
you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”
“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”
nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion.
“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.”
“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”
“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”
“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment.
steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”
“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”
“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.
“what did i- … what’d i say?”
“you just called me a-”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.”
“you and me both,” strange clips.
“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”
tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.”
the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”
“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”
“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing white socks and dark shoes.”
“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.”
“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.
“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.
“we talk smack,” you finish.
“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.
“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’”
“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.
“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.
“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”
you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.
thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️
pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 780
a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter
peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day.
there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you.
but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.
“babe?” he calls out.
he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”
he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home.
when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye.
as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,
“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”
peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.
he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him.
when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.
—
peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas.
“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside.
peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.
the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs.
peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.
“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.
he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that.
peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”
he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks.
“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”
you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?”
you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands.
“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”
you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment.
you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.
“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.”
you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”
peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”
gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”
hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 750
a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them.
“can’t you stay here with me?”
“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”
“but i-”
“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”
“y/n!”
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery.
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad.
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence.
“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.”
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”
you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey.
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.”
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
“so do we have sex?”
the awkward silence in the room kills you.
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”
“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”
“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”
the boy seriously has no filter.
as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?”
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”
he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”
you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”
“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”
“where we going?”
“home, sweetie.”
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”
“oh my god.”
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car.
he’s extremely dramatic.
he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.
“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.
“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.
“what? no,”
“why not?”
“because you’re too heavy.”
and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”
synopsis: you tend to peter’s needs with your friends down the hall**
w/c: 1k+
warnings: smut! hj + grinding, cursing, sneaky sex?? minors dni X
a/n: this is my first smut so pls bare w me. like two office references. this wasnt meant to be that smutty but here we are. i hope u like it - feedback always appreciated!
peter is really testing your patience.
he’s been restless the entire evening, shifting and fidgeting on the couch with you. he’s tried laying his head on your lap, tried leaning against the arm of the sofa with his heavy legs on top of you, then decided against everything and sat up straight beside you.
the only thing keeping peter from his ultimate desires was the splatter film rolling on harry’s massive flat screen tv that entertained you and your friends.
harry and mj are cuddled on the loveseat together, fully engrossed in the movie as ned and betty make comfortable on the makeshift bed scattered on the floor in front of you.
it was peter’s idea to have a movie night with his girlfriend and closest friends, but it certainly wasn’t his idea to have the most unbearable boner, right now, at the worst time possible.
synopsis: peter likes having you close to him. all the time
wc: 630 ish
a/n: surprise! another one oops. im rlly bored can u tell? cuddling prompt with peter. reader is a cheeky and annoying lil shit. one office reference. i saw a tiktok about this a long time ago and thought this would be a cute idea to write about. also does anyone know how cuddling works tho?? if ur laying on ur side, do u just lay on top of the arm ur crushing on? under a pillow? idk lol. anyways i hope u like :D
there’s an ache settling in your right side that wakes you up from your sweet slumber. your head lays atop peter’s soft chest, his steady heartbeat against your ears. it was what lulled you to sleep in the first place. but with peter’s body practically being your own personal heater, the warm air filling the room, and the prominent soreness resting on your side, you began to feel uncomfortable.
“pete,” you whisper.
peter is entirely unfazed. his hold on you is strong. his face is towards you, mouth slightly ajar, letting out the softest of snores and drool out the corner of his mouth. although you love your cuddles with peter, you think he could actually suffocate you in your sleep. the boy loved to sleep, especially on top of you.
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sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions
wc: 1200+
a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)
peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.
now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.
“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.
his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.
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You’d been moved to Bruce’s sensory deprivation tanks after Peter went to sleep so you would have more room to swim around. You were so excited for the day to come that you stayed up all night. Once you saw the sun had risen in the sky, you called out to anyone who could hear you.
“Todays the day!” You called again. Finally, Peter, Tony, Pepper, and Dr. Strange sleepily wandered into the room. You clapped your hands in excitement and swam to the edge of the tank.
“Todays the day!” You repeated. Peter let out a yawn before bending down to kiss you hello.
“So I’ve heard.” Dr. Strange mumbled.
“I had to hear it all night. That and some singing that was actually quite lovely.” Tony remarked.
“That’s my siren song. All mermaids have one.”
“Will she still have that once she gets her legs?” Peter asked Strange.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Strange said, making you grin.
“I can’t wait. I can’t believe this is finally happening.” You gushed.
“What’s the first thing you’re gonna do once you get your legs?” Pepper asked as she pulled a plain white dress over your head so that you’d be covered once you got your legs.
“I just want to stand.” You answered honestly. “Even that will be enough.”
“Strange, are we ready? I think she’s waited long enough.” Peter asked.
“Did you clear the saltwater clause with her?” Strange asked Peter.
“Yeah. She was all for it.” Peter lied and avoided eye contact.
“Great. Then let’s get started.” Strange clapped and walked over to the tank.
“You’re surprisingly eager.” Peter smiled in surprise.
“Thats because the faster I do this, the faster you leave me alone.” Strange said, making Peters smile fall.
“Okay. Damn. Love you too.” Peter mumbled.
“Are you ready?” Strange asked you.
“I was born ready.” You nodded assuredly.
“Okay. Let’s do this.” Strange said and started to move his hands in a circle.
You watched in amazement as orange sparks followed his fingers and began to form squares and triangles. Your eyes followed his movements and your tail began to tingle. Peter chewed on his nails as you pulled your tail into the tank and heard it splash into the water. Strange kept moving his hands around and you watched as the scales on your waist slowly flipped over and left skin in their absence. The rest of your body followed suit and you felt your tail tighten, then begin to separate. Peter couldn’t tell what was happening until you shot one of your legs out of the water. Your jaw was dropped as you wiggled your toes for the first time. Pepper and Tony started to clap and Strange was secretly proud of himself.
You, on the other hand, were in utter disbelief. In the water before you were two legs that matched the rest of your body. They were smooth and soft like a baby since they were brand new. After all those years of watching the humans use them, you finally had a pair of your own. You carefully ran your hand along your entire right leg, then the entire left one. You let looked down and let out a gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Peter worried and rushed over to you.
“I have a pagina!” You shouted in excitement.
“Vagina. With a “V”, babe.” Peter corrected you.
“Oh.” You frowned.
“She’s sounds disappointed.” Tony mumbled to Pepper.
“Can you stand?” Dr. Strange asked you. You held out your hands and Peter scooped you up to take you out of the tub. You felt your feet touch the soft bath mat for the first time and sucked in a sharp breath. You looked up at Peter and smiled in disbelief. He firmly held onto your arms as he steadied you so that you could stand on your hand. He slowly let go of you but you wobbled and began to fall, so he caught you. You tried to stand again and this time, you were able to balance.
“I’m standing.” You whispered to yourself. It always seemed like something you’d only ever get to experience in your dreams. Finally, after years of wishing on every star in the sky, you had your very own pair of legs. The world looked entirely different now that you were right side up. You felt like you were as tall as the buildings you’d seen.
“Do you want to try to take a step?” Peter asked you. You nodded and gripped his forearms to steady yourself. Peter took a step backwards so that you could take a step forward. When you did this, you felt sharp pains in your legs that made your knees buckle. You shook yourself out to get rid of the pins and needles and tried again. This step was just as painful and made you fall to your knees.
“What’s the matter?” Peter asked as he helped you stand up again.
“It feels like I’m walking on broken shells.” You winced as you held on to Peter.
“Strange, what’s going on?” Peter asked, angry that the spell was physically hurting you.
“I told you there might be consequences when you mess with nature.” Strange sighed. “She has legs, but every step she takes is painful.”
“Ow.” You flinched as another sharp pain went through your legs. Peter scooped you up and held you in his arms so you wouldn’t be hurt anymore. You weren’t looking at him because you were trying not to cry. The greatest moment of your life had been ripped from you before you had a chance to fully experience it. Peter could tell you were disappointed and needed to make it better.
“Can you fix it?” Peter asked on your behalf.
“Let me try something else.” Strange said. You nodded and he started to work his magic again. You felt your legs tingling and your veins glowed a golden orange. Peter carefully set you down. You didn’t feel any pain this time and instead felt the excitement of it all return.
“How’s that?” Peter asked you. “Is it painful?”
You opened your mouth to tell him no, but no words came out. You tried to speak about and touched your throat in confusion when the ability to speak felt foreign to you.
“What’s wrong?” Peter began to panic when he saw your face. You opened your mouth to tell him everything was okay, but Peter only heard silence.
“Strange, what’s going on?” Peter demanded as he held you steady.
“I’m not sure.” Dr. Strange admitted. “It appears that giving her legs took away her voice.”
“Why would that happen?” Pepper asked as she watched you struggle to form words.
“I have no idea. I’ve never performed this spell before.”
“Can it be fixed?” Tony questioned.
“I’m not sure.” Strange said with defeat. Peter looked at you and saw that you were frantically trying to talk but couldn’t.
“You’re the one who cast the spell. You need to figure this out.” Peter said angrily.
“The laws of magic don’t always obey the one casting the spell. There must be some other reason she can’t speak and walk at the same time.”
“What kind of reason?” Peter asked quietly, beginning to suspect he might be the reason behind the spell going wrong.
“There could be a million reasons.” Strange sighed. “Maybe it’s something within her. Maybe she didn’t really want this. Maybe she changed her mind.”
You shook your head profusely to let everyone know you hadn’t changed your mind. Peter felt tremendous guilt knowing he had not been able to fulfill the promise he made you. You had legs, but had to sacrifice something you loved. You looked into his eyes and could see how distraught he was. To Peters surprise, you smiled. He furrowed his eyebrows as you put your hand on his face and leaned in to kiss him.
“It’s okay.” You mouthed, and he understood. You then turned to Dr. Strange and took his hand.
“Thank you.” You mouthed to him. Dr. Stranger wasn’t able to hide the guilt he felt over disappointing you and put a hand on your face.
“I’ll figure out what went wrong. I’ll get you your voice back. I promise.” He told you. You opened your mouth to tell him not to make promises he couldn’t keep, but no sound came out.
“She doesn’t like hearing promises that can’t be kept.” Peter said defensively. You looked down and smiled at how well he knew you. Strange was about to come back at Peter when Tony stepped between them.
“I gotta be honest guys, I’m not in the mood for a cat fight. Let’s all settle down and celebrate the fact that this mermaid we’ve known for less than 24 hours has gotten her life long wish. Congrats on your stems, Y/n.” Tony said sincerely and patted your back. You smiled and clapped your hands before looking down at your new legs. You missed your voice, sure, but you couldn’t dwell on that when you’d just been given the ultimate gift.
“Let’s take her to the physical therapy room and teach her to walk while Strange figures this spell thing out.” Pepper suggested.
Peter nodded and scooped you up to carry you to the PT room. Once inside, he put you between two parallel bars so that you could balance yourself while you stood.
“Okay. Walking isn’t too hard. Babies learn to do it so how hard could it be? Try to take a few steps.” Peter instructed. You nodded and gripped the bars as you lifted a foot off the floor. You immediately lost your balance and felt to your knees. You gave Peter an embarrassed smile as he helped you back up.
“That’s okay. You’re learning. It’s gonna take a few tries. You just have to get back up again.”
You took Peters words to heart and nodded your head. You balanced yourself and took a step forward. You tried to take another step but your ankle gave out and you almost fell.
“Before you fall, catch yourself with your other foot. See?” Peter demonstrated it for you as he walked back and forth. You watched him carefully before trying for yourself. You took one step, then another. You almost fell down but caught yourself the way Peter showed you. You walked to the end of the bars and when you reached Peter, you threw your arms around him to kiss him.
“You did it! You just took your first steps!” Peter cheered you on as he scooped you up. He gently set you down on the floor and made sure you were balanced.
“Let’s do that a few more times before we try without the bars.”
You obliged to Peters suggestion and walked back and forth, feeling like a master by your fifth lap. You gave Peter a look that said you wanted to try without the bars so he guided you over to the wall.
“Lean one hand on the wall for balance and let go when you’re ready, let go.” Peter told you. You nodded your head and did as he suggested. The wall was cool against your fingertips as you walked along it. Walking felt a lot different from swimming. There were so many possibilities now that you had legs. You could go anywhere and do anything. As you thought about all the things you’d be able to do now, you didn’t realize you’d been walking without the support of the wall. Peter didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to ruin the momentum of your stride. You weren’t thinking about it, so you were walking perfectly. By the time you reached the door, you realize you’d been walking all by yourself.
“I did it!” You screamed inside your head. Nothing but a squeak came out and you felt slightly disappointed. You wanted to scream and sing and express your feelings, but no words came out. Peter noticed your sudden mood change and walked over to you.
“I know it’s tough not being able to speak. But this isn’t permanent. Strange is gonna find a way to fix this.”
You smiled sadly and nodded your head. You didn’t really believe there was a solution, but you didn’t want Peter to know that. You stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug so that he knew how much you appreciated everything he had done. Peter hugged you back and felt his guilt return. He brought Pepper in to watch you practice walking and went to go find Dr. Strange. He ended up finding him with his legs folded and hovering in the air and different versions of himself whisked around his head. Peter cleared his throat and he came down.
“I’ve been going through all the possibilities but I can’t figure out why that spell wouldn’t work.” Dr. Strange told Peter.
“Me either. But she seems okay so far. She’s just happy to have legs.”
“The novelty of the legs will wear off.” Strange waved his hand. “She’s gonna miss her voice. Especially if her dad was as controlling as you said. She can finally speak freely without him hearing but her ability to talk has been stripped.”
Peter gulped and looked down as he further leaned into the idea that this was his fault. He didn’t think it was a coincidence that he lied to you and Strange and now the spell went wrong.
“She knew about the saltwater thing, right? She made that choice to keep her tail if she goes in the ocean?” Strange asked for confirmation.
“Of course.” Peter lied.
“Because if she didn’t, the spell would’ve been corrupted.” Strange said as he carefully studied Peters reaction.
“What do you mean?” Peter gulped.
“I mean, if I or she didn’t have all the information, the spell would not go as planned.” Strange explained. Peter stayed quiet and Strange shut his eyes in frustration.
“Peter, you didn’t lie to me, did you?”
“No.” Peter said immediately. “You had all the information. There must have been some other reason the spell went wrong.”
“Peter.” Strange said warningly.
“I should really go check on her. Thanks for everything.” Peter said and left before Strange could ask him anymore questions. He went back to see you in the PT room, but stopped when he passed a vase of flowers in the hallway. He looked around for anyone watching before taking the flowers out of the vase and hiding them behind his back. When he entered the room, you and Pepper stopped your practice and looked to Peter. He took the flowers out from behind his back and held them out for you.
“Y/n, I would like to take you on a date tonight. A real date.” Peter smiled shyly as you accepted the flowers. You held them to your nose to smell them before breaking into a smile. You went to tell him yes, but your smile dropped when you realized you couldn’t. Pepper was quick to jump in and cheer you up.
“How about I take you into my closet and we can try on some things? What you wear on the first date is very important.”
You smiled again and nodded eagerly. Peter gave Pepper a grateful look as she took you by the hand and brought you back to the giant master bathroom.
“Okay, in the kindest way I can say this, you might want to shower before your date. You smell like you’ve been in the ocean for…well, your whole life.”
You peered inside her shower and felt overwhelmed by all the bottles and jars she had in there. It looked very different from Peters little bathtub.
“Don’t get stressed. It’s very simple. Let me show you what to do.”
You watched and took mental notes as Pepper explained to you the difference between shampoo and conditioner and when to use each. She turned the water on for you and gave you your own loofah before leaving you be. The water felt strange on your face as you stepped under it. You’d only ever been submerged in water so the rainfall felt foreign to you. You washed your hair the way she told you too and heard the rings and shells you had braided into it drop to the floor. You dried off when you were all done and wrapped yourself in a towel the way you’d seen humans do before going out to find Pepper.
“That’s much better. Now let’s find you a dress.” Pepper said as she took your hand. She brought you to another room and turned on the light, making your jaw drop on the floor. Her closet was bigger than Peters bedroom and had floor to ceiling racks of clothes in every color. You trailed your fingertips along her many shelves of shoes as she hunted for the perfect dress. After selecting a light blue sun dress that she wore on her first date ever as a 16 year old girl. She had hung on to it all these years even though it looked out of place in her closet along her suits and dresses. She knew it was the perfect fit for you and brought it over to you. You were busy looking at her shelf of purses and touching them all with careful fingertips. You looked over your shoulder at her and lit up when you saw the dress. You ran to it and gently ran your hands along it, sighing at the soft fabric. You then gestured around her closet before pointing at her clock.
“What time is it?” She asked and you shook your head.
“Oh. How long have I been collecting?” She asked again and you nodded this time.
“I’ve never really thought of my closet as a collection, but I guess it kind of is. Most of this stuff is from after I met Tony. But I’ve kept a few pieces from my past.” She told you. You held up the dress and raised your eyebrows.
“Exactly. This is from my past. I keep it around to remind me that while I may be married to a millionaire now, a boy once took me on a date to see When Harry Met Sally and bought me a soda.” Pepper told you. Your eyebrows knit together and she laughed lightly.
“It’s a movie. I’ll tell Peter to show it to you one day.” She explained. You wanted to ask what soda was, but you didn’t have the words.
“Put on the dress and then meet me in the bathroom for some makeup. Okay?” Pepper said and kindly squeezed your hand. You nodded in excitement and got dressed as soon as she left the room. Once you were done, you found her in the bathroom sitting in front of a giant vanity with two white plush chairs in front of it. She patted the chair next to her and you sat down. You watched as Pepper got out her makeup bag and unzipped it. Your eyes widened with each item she took out of it. It was nothing like what you’d collected from ship wrecks things that washed up on shore. It was all sorts of brushed and tubes and pots that you couldn’t imagine the use for.
“This is called eyeshadow. I’m gonna go with a neutral brown on your outer V and a champagne color on the center of your eyelid.” She explained. You had no idea what any of that meant, so you just sat and watched as Pepper opened up an eyeshadow palette and took out a brush. You instinctively shut your eyes and felt the tickle of the brush as she applied your eyeshadow.
“So, you and Peter, huh?” Pepper asked, making you smile shyly.
“I see that smile. He’s got the same one whenever he looks at you. I’ve known the kid a couple years now. I’ve never seen him this passionate about anything. Not even being his job.”
You put your hand over your heard and looked into Peppers eyes to try and tell her how you felt. She didn’t understand at first, so you patted your heart before pointing outward.
“Oh. You think you love him, don’t you?” Pepper smiled softly when she realized what you were trying to say. You nodded eagerly and she let out a small sigh.
“Love is a big word.” She said quietly. You made a face to show that you understood that but knew your feelings were real.
“It’s funny. We’d been on that boat all day before Peter had fallen in. If he had went over the railing just an hour before, we would’ve been over a totally different part of the ocean. You wouldn’t have ever found him.”
You smiled and pointed to yourself before pointing to Peppers closet. She looked confused so you frantically pointed to yourself again and then pointed hard at her closet.
“You called my closet a collection before. Do you collect too?” She asked as she tried to figure out what you wanted to say. You nodded to show her she was right. Then you pointed in the direction of Peters room before hugging yourself
“I’ve been collecting things that fell into the water my whole life. But he is the best thing part of my collection.” You wanted to tell her. But she wasn’t understating your gestures and you knew she never would. As much as you loved your new legs, you really missed your voice.
“Peter’s a pretty good kid, isn’t he?” Pepper noted. She applied your mascara while your eyes were closed and you flinched from the strange feeling.
“Sorry. I’m almost done with the eyes.” She said as she put her mascara down. You picked up her phone again to type.
“Peter made me feel the way I always imagined being on land would make me feel. That’s how I know it’s love.” You wanted to tell her. You opened your mouth to speak but only a squeak came out. Pepper watched you struggling and felt great sympathy for you.
“I hear Peters quite the hopeless romantic. Are you one too?” Pepper asked as she took out a lipstick. You nodded your head eagerly and she smiled.
“Good. Finding someone like yourself makes it all feel less hopeless.” Pepper noted and finished up your makeup.
“Okay. I’m all done. Are you ready to take a look?” She asked. You nodded eagerly and opened your eyes. You did a double take, not recognizing yourself at first with the makeup. She kept it simple and neutral but it was still drastically different from any reflection you’ve ever seen. You only got to see yourself underwater in a cracked circular mirror that had been tossed off a cruise ship. Looking at yourself now, you looked older and more mature. It reminded you of how your mother looked, though the memories of her face were faded and hard to grasp. Looking at yourself now, you could almost clearly see her face in your mind.
“Do you like it?” She asked you. You turned to her with the biggest smile and nodded your head.
“I’m glad.” Pepper smiled kindly. You felt an urge in your chest to throw your arms around her and hug her, so you did just that. She chuckled in surprise before hugging you back.
“Let’s go see your Prince, yeah?” Pepper asked and helped you stand up. You wobbled a little, not quite used to having legs yet, and followed her to Peters room.
“Peter, I have someone who would like to see you.” Pepper said teasingly as she knocked on Peters door. His door flew open and you couldn’t help but laugh when a gust of wind hit your face. He had cleaned up in the time it had taken you to get ready. He put on his nicest pants and a shirt he’d stolen from Tony. You opened your mouth to tell him how handsome he looked, but not words came out. Instead, you reached out to touch his face before letting your hand trail down his shirt. You then looked into his eyes with a big smile and nodded your head to let him know you approved. Peter blushed at your action and put his hand over yours so you could feel his heartbeat. Your ears went back when you felt his heart pounding in his chest. You’d never felt someone’s heart beat before and instinctively grabbed Peters hand to put it over yours. His blush traveled up all the way to the tips of his ears and he gave you a fond smile.
“Really wish you would’ve let me leave before you did all that but okay.” Pepper mumbled and walked away. Now that you were alone, Peter held out his arm for you to take.
“Are you ready for your first real date?” He asked you. You nodded your head and took his arm the way you’d seen humans do. It wasn’t a gesture that mermaids ever made so you didn’t really understand. But you were human now, so you did it anyway.
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