hey y’all! I just wanted to throw my hat in the ring and recommend my peter parker in gotham fic!! The premise is kind of unique in the sense that not only does mcu peter wind up in gotham but also a little girl hydra au version (i know it sounds strange but trust me!!). Additionally, I tried to create a different plot line than most and stick closer to comic renditions of characters rather than fanon, so if you’re looking for a new take on the trope, this is it! It’s definitely a darker fic than some of the other pp x gotham ones so check the tags of course, but I just really like the hydra trope and I wanted to combine that here. Anyway, it’s 22 chapters in at about 140,000 words, I update almost weekly, and I’d love if you would check it out!! here’s the link:
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Petra and (Y/N) Parker-Stark, that was the shared name you and Petra had decided on once you and her tied the knot.
The world knew about the amazing team that you and Petra made. But what they didn’t know was the amazing marriage that you and her have.
Due to you wearing a power suit, you rarely return home with injuries. But your wife, being in a spandex suit, came home often with a few cuts, bruises and sore muscles.
You were always ready with a compress and some muscle ointment. Tonight was one such night.
Petra swing into your home in Queens, a little worse for wear. She had a few bumps and bruises, none that you couldn’t take care of.
“Hey Stark” she gave you a weary smile.
“Hey my little spider” you smiled back. “Get washed up. I’ll take care of you, no buts!”
Petra rolled her eyes, giggling. It get good to have a loving partner like you.
It was a habit now. You loved making her feel so good after she does so much for the city. It was the least she deserved.
You readied the muscle cream as Petra, now dressed in her favorite Ramones T-shirt and nothing else, settled in front of you on your couch.
“Thank you my favorite pillow” Petra giggles. You gave her a kiss behind the ear and began rubbing the cream gently on her shoulders and arms. Those were always the areas that hurt the most at first.
You glide your hand up her forearm towards her wrist. You could hear Petra’s breath hitching as you got closer to her wrist. You paused ever so briefly. “Baby” she moaned practically begging for you, “please don’t stop”
An idea popped into your head.
You began gently massaging the spot around her organic web shooter. You could hear her breathing becoming more like panting. “Please!” She begged, “keep going!” Was this some sort nerve that was causing your bride to feel euphoric?
You kept massaging, Petra was practically squirming under your touch as you massaged the area. “Y-yes. Yes!” She began crying out as she squirmed against your chest. “Yes! Yes!”
You loved hearing her like this. It was the most melodic song to leave her lips and it was only for you to hear. “(Y/N)!” She cried out.
She uses her free arm and brings it around, gripping you, she felt free like she was ready to enjoy this with you. You nuzzle her neck and kiss just the right spot. Her free hand gripped the back of your neck, her entire body seized up.
Petra inhaled one big breath, her lips forming a silent scream of pleasure. And then she let out the best contented cry you ever heard leave her lips. All of her muscles relaxed as she collapsed against your chest. She turned around and began kissing you over and over.
“Wow” she whispered in between kissing you repeatedly. “That was…” she let out a small moan.
You held her close, letting her ride out her high. “You know,” you said with a little smirk, “I still need to massage your other wrist”
Petra’s eyes lit up, biting her lip happily. She was really going to enjoy this night.
Her there nonny. Fem!Peter isn't something I've done before, but I gave it a shot because you asked so nicely~
TW: Female Peter, incest (Daddy x daughter)
Tony thought he's been a good father. He's spoiled his baby girl rotten over the years, sure, but she's perfect. And when she gives him those big bambi eyes, like hell he'd ever say no to her. Except when it comes to boys.
"Daddy! Everyone else has a date, why can't I? There was at least three guys that already asked me to the dance!"
"Because, princess, you're not old enough to date yet." That has been Tony's excuse for the last four years. It's even getting old to his own ears.
"That's bullshit and you know it! I'm seventeen, Dad! Most of my class have been dating since they were twelve!"
"I'm sorry you're going to school with a bunch of heathens, but i'm raising my little girl with some class. You can date when I'm dead!"
"But that'll take forever!!!"
"Brat." Tony rolled his eyes at her.
"Meanie!" Parker pouted out to her Dad. Tony can't stand that.
"Come on, tesoro. Don't be like that. Daddy bought you that pretty dress you wanted, bought you all new makeup, and you're going to go get your hair done. Why do you need a boy bringing you down when you're going to be the bell of the ball?"
Parker's eyes started to shine with tears. She was good... too damn good. She knows how to play her Dad's heartstrings. Crying, without fail, always got her what she wanted. She learned that by age five. Tony never had the heart to say no.
"Parker Maria Stark. Do not cry over a boy. I taught you better than that."
"Who am I going to slow dance with, Daddy? I'll look like a loser... everyone already thinks I'm weird."
Tony pulled his little girl into a tight hug. "No one thinks that, baby. You're the prettiest girl in that whole school."
"You have to say that! You're my dad."
"I'm also a man. I know what I'm talking about."
Parker's face flushed at that comment. She turned away and pouted, trying to hide her face. Tony saw it, though. Felt it. How his little girl clenched her thighs... he's just a man. God. A lonely man with a gorgeous seventeen year old daughter. These intrusive thoughts aren't the first time they came to the old man.
Honestly, they've been happening more and more. Even more sinful after Tony saw what his little girl bought herself with her Daddy's credit card. Tony had to dig a bit. Had to threaten the company with the fact that they sold over a five hundred dollars worth of products to a minor. But it was worth it. To see all the lingerie that now sits in his little girls dresser. The dildos and vibrators she's hiding under her bed.
Yeah. There's no way he's letting his little girl with an awakening sexual appetite go off with a teen boy. Tony was a teen boy at one point. He knows how they are. What they want. The only thing they want. The joke is that thing doesn't go away with age. When he's holding his little girl like this, thinking about what she might be thinking about... okay. He should probably let go now.
"Daddy?" Parker asks in a shy voice as her Dad let go of her and stepped back.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"Why don't you want me to have a boyfriend? You know, statistically, kids with strict rules tend to do worse things when they're legal..."
"Are you threatening me, princess?" Tony's face gets serious. Eyes small in a glare, eyebrow cocked.
"All I'm saying is if I don't get to date boys my own age now, maybe I'll end up dating an older man next year when I go off to college." She shrugs.
"Excuse me? You will do no such thing. You're my child, you'll follow my rules."
"No! If I want to go date a forty year old when I turn eighteen in a few months, I will! And you can't stop me!"
Tony's never felt this possessive before. He sees red when he grabs his girl by the wrist and pulls her in against him. When he growls out, "if you're so desperate for a man to fuck you, sweetheart, let Daddy show you exactly what you're asking for."
He might not win "father of the year award," especially after this. But he made his little girl scream and pass out after her third orgasm and you know, that's enough for him.
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