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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Do You Like Waffles?

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A/N: The Sequel to Do You Like Pizza? That no one asked for.

Pairings/Characters: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Tony Stark’s dazzling personality, sexual innuendos so MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, swears

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since Tony revealed he was Iron Man, and you discovered he was your father. So, what else could possibly go wrong in this universe? What other messes might you have to clean up while trying to maintain your relationship with Peter Parker?

“Baby, honey, honey, darling, sweetheart, terror of my life, madam stun gun, baby,” Peter’s finger was poking your cheek, his breath hot on the back of your head as he perched on his knees in bed and badgered you into consciousness.

“What?” You hissed as you yanked the covers up over your head. “Peter, please. This is the worst day of my life. Let me sleep in. I won’t get fired for being late.”

“I just wanted to know, do you like waffles?” He whispered.

What the fuck?

“What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“Do you like waffles?”

“Yes, yes, I like waffles.”

“Okay. Great. Thanks, honey,” he leaned over and mashed his lips against your cheek to leave a slobbery print before he jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

You sighed heavily as you lay there finally opening your eyes and accepting the day.

Things were very, very weird, okay? They were bizarre.

Your mom dies, your dad is back from the ‘dead’ and the world’s most annoying, eccentric billionaire. Your boyfriend is a superhero who, apparently, learned the multiverse is a real thing and refused to touch on the subject anymore for fear of ‘timey-wimey anomalies’ and all that stuff. Then, your ‘dead’ dad moves to your side of the country, buys a tower, starts to build it and put things together all the while he nearly: died of palladium poisoning, had a giant Russian nearly kill him, his best friend got his own suit, and the pirate-looking guy came back around.

Again.

This was very, very weird. Okay?

It seemed like in such a short amount of time, things were getting even more weirder than usual. Hell, you thought that growing up having a guy run around dressed as a spider was fucking weird. Imagine how strange and unusual it was that your new norm was your father flying around in a red and gold suit to save the day?

Horrific.

To top it all off, you caved.

To be fair, it took you awhile. At first you rejected working at Stark Industries, which was fine, because with all the drama in Tony’s life and trying to fix up that building, it was just taking far, far too long to move everything to the East Coast. Hell, sometimes he was still going over to the West Coast to deal with his empire.

But, when it seemed like Tony was grooming you to work at the company alongside Pepper and leave your current job because of his illness, when you realized that SHIELD seemed just as shady and questionable as every other government agency you had considered after working with them for awhile, when working freelance was just too difficult and annoying to sift through the serious inquiries against the Stark stalkers, well, you realized that maybe it was time to see how Stark Industries would work with you joining them.

That leads us to today, your first day working at Stark Industries, and you already had a sense of dread. You’d been in the bathroom all night shooting your anxiety into the porcelain throne and listening to Peter’s jokes about you trying to kill him in his own home. To Peter’s credit, he did say if you had this much dread working for him, that you didn’t have to, that you could just do anything else you wanted, but there was a part of you, maybe it was sick and twisted, that just had to know what Stark Industries would be like.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you took a shower and put on your clothes for the day. Tony gave you a start time, and whether it was your poor quality of sleep your desire to constantly rebel and piss him off, you were electing to generously ignore his request.

Entering the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing behind your usual seat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the back of your seat while he smiled at you.

Peter also had his fair share of drama. Almost two years later, and Peter’s lab work was slowly but surely making progress, but his work as Spider-Man seemed to be moving at a much faster pace. There was a Vulture guy, someone who you think might have been named Kraven? You couldn’t remember, but it was all utterly chaotic, and that didn’t even count all the other various gangs and mob bosses on a daily basis.

It was because of his desire to fight these sorts of crimes and stay on the street-level to protect the little guy that Peter refused to have anything to do with SHIELD, plus, well, his father did have a few words to say about that as well. Besides, Peter owed his life to being down in the streets with his favorite New Yorkers. After all, if he was too busy fighting aliens and galactic stuff, how could he have ever met you?

Although, to be fair, he definitely met you on accident. And, of course, he fell out of a portal. But his reasoning was that it was on a street — well, it was in an alley. That still counts, right?

“Did you make waffles for breakfast?” You asked with a smile on your face as you approached the kitchen.

“I actually made pancakes, and they came out absolutely disgusting, so I ordered some waffles. Look, look, I got Nutella and strawberries to go with it. And, and, and?” Peter ran to the refrigerator, yanked the door open, and dramatically fanned his arm out to the side to show the door, “We have whipped cream.”

“Are you sure? I thought we used it all on Friday night for human sundaes,” you leaned over the counter while Peter checked the can. You watched as he frowned and shook the empty can in his mouth before expertly tossing it into the recycling bin.

“Okay, so we don’t have that. But we have breakfast, and you’re going to have a magical day,” Peter said as he came around the counter and rested his hands on your hips. “It’ll be fine. You two get along better than you think.”

“I don’t know. He’s annoying.”

“Right, and you’re not?”

“Hey!” You pouted while he laughed and squished your cheeks in his hands before he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Dickhead.”

“You happen to like my dick head, so,” Peter shrugged easily and escorted you to your seat. “It’ll be okay. Pepper will be there! You love Pepper.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure how she dealt with him for so long,” you sighed and sat down while Peter grabbed a strawberry and brought it to your lips. You spotted Peter’s hand, opened your mouth, and let him place the strawberry slice in your mouth, playfully biting the tip of his finger. He hissed and pouted before playfully squeezing your thigh and sliding into the other seat. Your shoulder sagged as you looked to him,“This is fine. Right?”

“It’s fine, honey,” Peter smiled softly as he stared at you. “You’re going to do great things, trust me.”

“Okay…” you sighed dramatically and grabbed your fork. “Hey, since there’s a multiverse — “

“No —“

“Do you think there’s one where Tony also has a kid? What’s she like, or he? Does he have a daughter in every universe? How —“

“I don’t know, and I couldn’t tell you anyway,” Peter told you.”

“But you trusted Happy because you saw him —“

“I —“ he paused for a moment as he stared at you and thought back to the day they learned your original name would’ve been some variation of MJ. Peter took a deep breath and shook his head, “I think you should focus on our universe and our life, no?”

“So boring,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Oh, really? You didn’t say that the other night,” Peter quipped. “In fact, I think it was along the lines of, mmf-hmph! mhm—“

Face burning in embarrassment even though no one was around to hear him tease you, you hurled a strawberry at his cheek. Peter was laughing hysterically as he let it land on his cheek, holding his gut and cackling while you hid your face in shame.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. We’ve practically perfected web bondage. I mean, did we rip off your mustache a little bit last time? Yes. We should probably stick to regular gags, but — ah!”

Peter jumped out of his chair and ran away from you as you jumped out and chased him. You cornered him into the bedroom where he let you spear him onto the bed. You grabbed your pillow and put it over his face. Leaning forward, you shushed him and told him to go to sleep while he flailed dramatically beneath you before going still.

Peter flipped you quickly after that, straddling your waist with his thighs while he laughed into the crook of your neck after tossing the pillow away. You were a giggling mess beneath him as one hand wound its way through his hair and the other ran up and down his back.

“I have to go,” he murmured after a few minutes of this cuddling. He pecked your neck before leaning up and kissing your lips. “Do you need a ride to work?”

“Uh,” you thought about it before being interrupted by your phone. Peter shot his web across the room to grab it and hand it to you. Checking the phone, you shook your head. “Nope, he told me it’s a late start because he wants to work on something tonight. So….”

“I’ll pick you up tonight when you guys are done, then,” Peter nodded and kissed you a third time before getting up. “Eat your breakfast! Take your vitamins, all that good shit.”

You shook your head and sat up just as he poked his head back into the bedroom, “Yes, Parker?”

He shot you a toothy grin, “I love you, Y/N.”

He still made your face heat up every time he said that, “I love you too, Peter. Now go! Don’t be late!”

“Who, me?” He called out to you as he grabbed his waffles, made a sandwich of it, and headed to the fire escape. “Never!”

Shaking your head, you flopped back down into bed and stared at the ceiling.

If only your mother could see you now, an amazing relationship, some sort of companionship with your father, a new place, an entirely new life for you. It was unlike anything you could’ve imagined. You wish she was here to celebrate it with you.

~*~

Late in the afternoon, you arrived at Stark Tower. It was more put together now than it had been, that’s for sure. Hell, it basically looked like it was finally completed and had some employees move in already.

You got off at the designated floor, the penthouse you had seen when Tony first bought the building. You quickly thought back to the day where you all met Nick Fury hiding in the darkness. You shook your head as you stepped out of the elevator and spotted Tony and Pepper immediately.

Tony was sitting on the sofa with an arm around the back. One leg crossed over the other as he whispered something in Pepper’s ear. You watched as she laughed and leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder as she muttered that he was deplorable.

“Spawn in the room,” you announced your presence as you stepped off of the elevator. Neither one jumped away like they’d been caught red-handed. Instead, they turned and greeted you with smiles. Well, Pepper smiled. Tony raised an eyebrow.

“You’re late.”

“You told me to come in late.”

“Right, and that was after you should’ve been here. So, technically, still late,” Tony said while Pepper sighed and lightly smacked his thigh. “What? It’s true.”

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” She said, loudly, and over Tony’s voice. “Come here, we were just going over the blueprints.”

“Yes, you can finally see what I’ve been working on that you’ve been denying yourself of,” Tony explained as raised his hands and brought the blueprints to life in hologram form.

“The holograms? Yeah, I know. I installed them for SHIELD because they couldn’t understand the blueprints you sent.”

“Yeah, I thought that’d be funny, really give them a test, yet only my Spawn could understand it. How precious,” Tony quipped. “But, no. I mean this, the tower. It’s going to run on arc reactor energy, completely clean. I’m going to give it a test run tonight and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blinked, “Why?”

“Eh, feels like this should be some father-daughter type of shit,” Tony shrugged casually, refusing to show an ounce of feelings of parental desire.

That wasn’t very, well, strange at this point. See, Tony hiding the fact that he was dying certainly put a strain on the relationship you two had been building. Pepper and Peter theorize it’s causing the two of you to put each other at a distance to not have any feelings hurt. Again. Both feel like you two are stunted morons and are waiting to see you two sobbing in each other’s arms one day.

You’re their favorite idiots, though.

“Okay, then. A very, very large arc reactor to power an entire building —“

“And part of it is underwater but that’s neither here nor there and we have nothing illegal or questionable to worry about,” Tony said.

You looked to Pepper who nodded, “I took care of it.”

“Great,” You set your bag down on a chair and rubbed your hands together. “Okay, then. What can I do?”

Later that evening, surrounded by containers of takeout and a bottle of champagne that had yet to be open, you and Pepper were hanging around the workbench while Tony was flying out to dive under the Hudson and take the tower off the grid.

While he was doing this, the elevator doors opened and Peter was exiting the elevator and heading towards you with a smile on his face and a black jewelry box in his hand. When you turned around and spotted the box, you tilted your head to the side curiously while Pepper beamed and greeted him.

“Hey, Peter. How are you?”

“I’m great, Ms. Potts, thanks. How are you doing? Still sane after being with these two?”

“I think sane is a debatable term in their presence,” Pepper teased.

“Okay. Rude,” you nodded while Peter leaned in and kissed you. “Hi there.”

He grinned, “Hey. Look, I got you something —“

“Peter, this seems potentially expensive — “

“Just open it,” Peter insisted, pushing the box into your hands.

You glanced over your shoulder at Pepper who smirked to herself and turned around, focusing her attention on Tony and the work he was doing. You weighed the box in your hands for a few seconds before lifting the lid. What you found inside made you cackle quickly before reaching your hand in. Peter watched in utter delight as you lifted up a brand new stun gun in your favorite color, “You didn’t!”

“I did,” Peter beamed. “I know you lost yours, and you kept forgetting to get a new one, so I got you a brand-new, trusty tool for self-defense.”

“You are a sweet man, Parker. Thank you,” You cupped his chin and gave him a kiss before spinning around and waving the weapon around with glee. Peter shook his head as he set down his jacket and backpack and walked up to the desk to inquire what Tony was working on.

Pepper explained what was happening while Tony was working. When he announced that he was returning and that all they had to do was the work on their end, you happily pressed the button while Pepper spoke to Tony.

And flirted.

You looked at Pepper with a mock expression of horror while she shot you a wink and continued on.

“How are we doing?” Tony asked as he approached. “Looks operational. Am I a god or what? Ladies, how does it feel to know an absolute genius while also being absolute geniuses — Oh, hey, Cummy Parker.”

“Tony!” Pepper hissed quietly.

Peter shook his head, “Hey, Tony. Nice tower.”

“Thank you. Maybe one day you too can be this brilliant,” Tony teased, his back to you as he leaned in to kiss Pepper, all the while you ere slowly raising your taser.

Peter caught this and slowly lowered your hand, even though it would be amazing to see you stun him.

Again.

You looked up at Peter and pouted while Pepper and Tony were flirting, pouring champagne, and moving into the living room. Peter smiled down at you and shot you a wink before kissing your forehead and coaxing the stun gun back into the case.

Suddenly the elevator doors opened, and you all turned to see Agent Phil Coulson entering the party.

“Security breach! It’s on you,” Tony told Pepper as the two of them stood up from the sofa.

“Hey, Coulson,” You smiled and waved to the agent as Pepper greeted him.

"Phil, hi!” She smiled brightly. “Come in.”

“Phil?" Tony questioned as she quickly made her way over to him.

“I can’t stay,” he nodded to Pepper before glancing at you and Peter. “Ms. L/N, Mr. Parker, it’s good to see you both as well. However, I’m afraid I’m afraid I come with business.”

“That’s okay, Phil,” Peter began.

Tony scoffed, “What is happening? His first name is ‘Agent.’ Never forget that,” Tony replied.

Ignoring Tony, as one must do to deal with him, Phil lifted the portfolio tucked under his arm and attempted to hand it to Tony while saying they needed him to look at it. Tony, of course, did not like to be handed things, so Pepper took it from him, gave him champagne, and then handed the portfolio to Tony.

“Should I be here for this?” Peter leaned down to whisper in your ear as they talked about the Avenger Initiative. “After all, I said no.”

“As did I, and Tony was rejected. You’re fine, Peter,” you replied back in a whisper. “But, you know, at least you weren’t rejected.” You said loudly, locking eyes with your father.

“Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others,” Tony explained as he brought the device over to his workbench.

“Well, who doesn’t know that?” Pepper quipped to Phil who smiled ever so slightly.

“This isn’t about personality profiles anymore,” Phil insisted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Tony brushed him off. “Ms. Potts, can I have you over here for a second.”

Pepper excused herself, leaving you, Peter, and Phil to stand around each other while they spoke quietly. You paused your lips and nodded a few times as you shoved your hands into the pockets of your slacks. “So, how’s SHIELD?”

“Good, good. We took care of that New Mexico problem,” Phil explained. “You were right, mythical weaponry definitely only moved for one reason.”

You smirked, “I told you so.”

Peter balked. “Wait. What happened in New Mexico?’

“Classified,” Phil told Peter. “But it could very easily be unclassified, should your career aspirations desire a change. You’d be a wonderful team player. Actually, we’d like you in on this as well.”

“Leave the kids out of it,” Tony’s voice was heard across the room, arm waving back at Phil while he kept his eyes on the holograms of various people fighting in front of him. “They stay out of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “We can make our own decisions.”

“You couldn’t even decide what you wanted for lunch today,” Tony answered. “They stay out if it, far, far out of it.”

“I think he’s still upset that giant Russian guy threatened you,” Peter said quietly before turning to Phil. “I’ve got my own work down here, but if you guys need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Peter blinked for a moment, wondering if this man knew of his other identity. “I mean, well — “

“We’ll keep that in mind, Spider-Man,” Phil winked and turned his attention to an approaching Pepper who asked for a ride to the airport. Phil said his goodbyes and left with Pepper.

You and Peter joined Tony’s side, curious as to what he was studying. You and Peter were marveling at what was being displayed, all the while, Peter was thinking about what an Avenger was, his mind going back to the young Peter Parker he had met right before he met you.

“Wow,” you trailed off. “So that’s what they did after New Mexico. Loki Laufeyson, interesting,” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes went to the blue cube. “This looks dangerous.”

“This looks like it’s not in your job description. “Tony quickly put it away. “You two need a ride somewhere?”

“I’ve got us covered,” Peter spoke up.

“Good. Beat it, I’ve got some work to do. Try not to get kidnapped or anything, would ya?” Tony said as you and Peter started to walk towards the balcony.

“I’ll leave the kidnappings to you,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around Peter’s shoulders. You looked at Tony and sighed watching him bring everything back up to study over. You then turned your attention to Peter, “Be gentle with this drop. I’m still not used to this.”

Peter snickered to himself, “That’s not what you said last night —“

“You’re disgusting, go home!” Tony roared as he fought off the potential trauma this could induce in him.

Arriving at home after picking up some takeout, you and Peter climbed onto the sofa together, limbs tangled up in one another’s as you both put on a movie to watch while you ate.

“Do you think they’ll call for help?” Peter asked you after a few minutes of silence.

“Nah,” you shook your head as you took a bite of food. “We’ll probably see them fuck something up on the news, though.”

Peter nodded and stared at the TV, “So, did you know Captain America was back?”

You cleared your throat, “That’s classified, Peter. I mean, why would I, of Stark DNA working with SHIELD, know of Captain America’s return?”

“You fucking knew didn’t you?”

“Golly, what is this movie? So..interesting,” you joked as you ignored him.

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asoulsreverie · 2 years

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Brighten Up

tasm!Peter Parker × fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1 k

Summary: Peter comes to you after a bad day

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, nicknames (if that counts), no use of y/n, reader identifies as a girl (she/her), both Peter and you are in college (early twenties), mentions of dead characters, mentions of injury but no blood, there is crying and angst, reader comforts Pete

Above image was originally posted by @petpacks

Reblogs appreciated

A/N: This is my first fic! I'm taking a leap of faith and posting it. Please be kind with your words. I hope you like it :) (I have tried to keep errors to a minimum)

I would also like to thank @luveline, you inspired me to write!

Please do not copy my work or translate them to any other languages. Please do not repost on any platforms.

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You've just finished making dinner when you hear the soft knocking on the window. You wiped your hands on the kitchen towel, a slight smile on your lips as you were looking forward to a night with your boyfriend.

After 6 months of dating, even before you knew Peter was Spider-Man, he had made it a point for either of you to spend Saturday evenings at the other's house- whether it was a simple movie or just dinner, he wanted at least one day a week of holding you close. It was something both of you looked forward to.

Once you found out about his crime fighting alias, he came to you after patrol whenever he was nearby, making sure not to be followed.

The window slides open as you walk towards it, Peter in his Spider-Man suit climbing inside. He removes his mask, brown hair in a fluffy mess, and immediately embraces you.

"Hey love, everything ok? Are you hurt?" you asked, concerned at his action, your hand unconsciously moving to comb through his hair, something you did to calm him down when he was nervous. He says a muffled 'no', and you let out the breath you had been holding. Peter had come home injured many times and though he healed fast, you never wanted to see him hurt like that.

Your heart broke when you heard the sniffling noise that issued from your boyfriend, whose face was buried in the crook of your neck.

You slightly part from his arms so that you can look at him. You place your hand against his cheeks and turn his head towards your face. He leans into your touch, forehead resting against yours. His eyes are moist; tears brimming them, threatening to fall.

You slowly guide him towards the bed, both sitting down on it. You don't push him to tell you anything, and he is thankful. Having to fight crime is hard, especially when he is just a college student, still figuring out his life. He already feels better now, with you holding him close.

He tries to keep his tears back, but he knows even if he does cry, you would never judge him. He had cried the day he told you about his family- his parents, Uncle Ben, and Gwen. You accepted it all- everything about him. You have supported him in every decision he has taken.

"Bad day" he says after a while of silence. You look into his brown eyes, the same ones that have an amused glint when he tells you something funny, the ones that gleam with excitement when he explains some science thing to you, the ones that have gazed adoringly into yours so many times. Today they are sad, but they still have their shine. The fire in them is still there- the same fire that makes him help the people of the city so selflessly. You wipe the few tears that manage to fall.

"First I was late to my test because some villain decided it was a nice time to attack the zoo, and he managed to get away. Then I miss out on the last few questions on my test. The manager of my part time job told me to do something, that I messed up and got scolded for. Then there's a robbery in a bank and one of the robbers gets away- and I- I just I couldn't help them and-"

His voice cracks in the end and he lets out a heart wrenching sob, and you carefully pull him into your chest." shh... It's ok Love.. " you cooed, rubbing his back gently. It's better for him to let it out."It's alright..." you continued to talk to him in quiet, comforting whispers until he calmed down enough to talk.

He knew it was somewhat of an overreaction, but it had been hard for him, the last few weeks he had been stressed at school and had gotten less sleep than usual.

Peter was always afraid that he would not be able to help everyone. Though today no one had gotten injured, he knew he wasn't at his best, and that scared him. That he could not reach them in time. Not able to save them…. Just like he couldn't save Gwen.

"None of it is your fault, ok? We can't help everyone, in the end we're just human Peter." you said, continuing to hold him so he knew you were with him.

"You help people because you want to. And that's the best thing we can do. Want to do something for change." you said, he nodded slightly, but he was still doubting, from how his body was slightly stiff against yours.

"Peter, you are the best person I've ever met. You've done so much for the people. You have helped in every way you can to make the city safer. And I'm so proud of you for who you are." you kissed him on the forehead and tilted his head towards your face, making sure he looked in your eyes before you continued. "With and without the mask. Because with the mask you are Spider-Man. Brave. Selfless. The hero every logical person appreciates and loves" Peter laughed a little at the last statement, his mind going to Jameson.

"And without the mask," you continued " You are Peter Parker. Kind. Gentle. Nerdy. The light of my life" you said, looking deeply in his doe eyes- it amazed you how fast you could get lost in them. "So never feel bad for something you did or couldn't do ok? Because I know for a fact anyone who says or even thinks anything bad about you will have to go through your girlfriend, and I've heard she can be pretty wild if something like that comes to her notice"

Peter genuinely smiles at that "Really?" he asks, looking up at you "I've not seen your wild side that much."

"That's because you've been on my good side" you answered, hand moving his hair out of his eyes. " And you'll be as long as you're nice to yourself Pete. I couldn't think what I'd do without you by my side"

"I will bug" he says, bringing his forehead to yours as your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing lightly against his.

"I love you" it's not a new confession. He knows you do and have been for the last 2 years, but it warms his heart as if it's the first everytime you say it. He brings his hands up to your face, thumb gentle as it brushes against your lower lip.

"I love you more" he says before closing the distance to kiss you sweetly.

You both bask in the comfortable silence that surrounds you, until you tell him to eat dinner with you.

You were the light to every darkness that he had in his life and there was nothing you couldn't brighten up.

Asks and requests are open!

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littleredpartydresson · 2 years

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v’s masterlist <333

last updated 6/23/22

requests: open for all characters on this master list :)

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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Quick little announcement:

Someone in my asks just asked and my asks are indeed open!

I’m currently writing for the following characters:

- Steven Grant

- Santiago Garcia

- Frankie Morales

- Dave York

- Javi Gutierrez

- Agent Whiskey

- TASM! Peter

Jake Lockley girls I love y’all DOWN but I am taking a bit of a break from writing for him after I get done with these last few asks. He’ll be back soon!

I’ll be getting to work on these asks as part of my Sleepover Saturday celebration for getting 300 followers!!!!!!

I seriously cannot thank everyone enough who has followed these past few months. I know it’s a small number but I didn’t know if when I came back to tumblr I’d even have people reading my stories at all. So each and every one of you are appreciated.

I love y’all down!!!

#Oscar Isaac #pedro pascal #Steven grant #javi gutierrez #santiago garcia #Santiago pope Garcia #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #moon knight #triple frontier #TASM! Peter #Andrew Garfield #Dave York #equalizer 2 #asks are open #flood my asks #agent whiskey #agent jack whiskey daniels

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laneysmusings · 1 year

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tagged by @somethingscarlet13 (I LOVE YOU MY MAIN BITCH)

Rules: list (5) comfort characters and tag (5) people

• Detective Mike Logan (Law and Order)

• Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)

• Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

• JR Scheimpough (Inside Job)

• Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man 1 & 2)

I tag: @mollicutes @bonelybuzzard @olexxx @writefasttalkevenfaster @r3d-artist

#law and order #inside job #cowboy bebop #the bear #tag post #tagging game #the amazing Spider-Man #TASM #mike Logan #my bby #spike spiegel #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #Peter Parker #TASM! Peter #jr scheimpough #JR

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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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ohcaptains · 2 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

college! peter parker x fem reader.

18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.

peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.

Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldn’t have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.

As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.

Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.

It was as if he did this purely for himself.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peter’s brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.

Peter liked hearing you.

Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. It’s why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.

His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red he’d gotten when you told him he couldn’t come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, he’d come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gotta…I’ll be quick.

The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, you’d let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. He’d tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. He’d said, if you let me make you come again, I’ll do your Maths work for the next week. After he’d left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.

Just…reflecting.

Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.

“Please,” you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. He’d caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air – Lavender and pear.

Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. You’d been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.

He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.

“Oh fuck – ohfuck, Peter—” you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.

He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.

The two bled into each other.

His tempo was leisurely, but that didn’t stop the heat from washing over you all at once.

You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.

Still, the ache was erratic, “So good,” you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it.

“Move your hand, or I’ll stop,” he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, “lemme hear you.”

Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.

You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.

You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, you’d never seen that before.

“Gotta be kidding me,” you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, “’ M’sorry,” he mumbled, “usually I wait till I get home, but you’re just so hot.”

You had to stay completely still, or you’d burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?

Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.

Peter hummed, “couldn’t help myself.”

You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home – cheeks still wet with you – and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.

He was far too pretty to stay quiet.

The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.

Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.

Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.

He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.

“Oh fuck,” he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.

“Make me come,” you whispered, “and I’ll put you in my mouth.”

Peter had never moved so fast in his life.

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stvrlitsky · 6 months

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welovelouisandbucky · 4 months

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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

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luveline · 6 months

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hiiii jade!!!! could i please request something with peter with reader who’s maybe put on some weight recently and is insecure about it?? (totally not self indulgent at all) i totally get it if you’re not comfortable writing that stuff though so no pressure

hi lovely! ty for requesting. fem, 1k

cw for negative weight talk/ weight gain

Everybody gains weight during the holidays, you think, tracing your figure in the mirror. Though it's not strictly holiday season yet, it's edging toward the end of the year. Maybe my new year's resolution should be losing a few pounds.

There's a thunk of the bedroom window being yanked open and footsteps across the floor. You tense until your hear Peter panting for breath, likely having swung to you at high speed, or fresh from a fight with an usurped criminal.

You rush back into your t-shirt, knowing exactly what path he'll walk. He barrels into the bathroom, sees you at the mirror and smiles so wide his cheeks look fit to burst. "Hey," he says, peeling the suit off and exposing his boxers to you without shame, "hey hey hey. Can I persuade you in with me?" He nods toward the shower.

"Not this time, Pete."

"Too bad," he laments.

You look away as he strips out of his underwear. The shower turns on and he takes you by the hips to move you out of his way with a murmured apology, near lost to the drum of the spray. Peter has moments where he doesn't know his own strength, but the majority of the time he treats you like you're something precious.

"Stay in here!" he demands as he pulls the curtain shut.

"I'm not going anywhere." You close the toilet and sit on the lid. "Tough day protecting the people?"

"Apart from tripping into a deceptively large pothole, it was fine. Why won't you come in here with me? I wanna rub your shoulders."

"You want me to wash your hair."

"Exactly. So get naked and get in here. Don't make me beg."

You really don't want to, and you're not going to, but it's not a big problem. Peter doesn't truly mind, he just loves you. "What do you mean, deceptively big? Like, knee height? Higher?"

"Mid thigh, I'd say. The people of New York are never gonna let me live it down. One guy was recording me and said he was gonna put it on YouTube for the ad money."

"Anything else?"

He gives you the rundown, describing what perps he faced and an older man he helped use an ATM machine. You hum distractedly, pinching at the fat where it spreads on your thigh, sitting down as you are.

He sticks his face through the curtain gap, hair slicked to his cheeks. "What're you doing?"

"You told me to stay, so I'm staying."

He's nervous for a split second, glancing back into the shower as though there's an answer there waiting for him before angling himself toward you fully, his naked chest dripping and shining in the bathroom light. "Okay, fine, we need to talk about something. But I want you to know that you forced my hand here. Okay?"

"Okay." You nibble the inside of your lip, used to his theatrics. "What have I done?"

"It's not something you've done. It's something you are. I can't even say it. I," —he pulls the curtain in front of his face, moves it aside again– "just need to tell you. Lately it's like you don't even realise how beautiful you are and I'm tired of it. You're radiant. Like, glowing."

Your recent internal debate must show on your face, that doubt, because he gives you a steadying smile. "Really, really beautiful," he says more seriously.

It's easy to smile at him. "Thank you, Pete." You scoop his suit off of the floor. "I'll go scrub the tetanus out of this in the kitchen sink."

"Wait–"

He can't just get out with suds in his hair, giving you the perfect escape plan. You have ten minutes to yourself filling the sink with soapy water and steeping the fabric before he's out of the bedroom in pyjamas, trousers tucked into his socks and hair damp from ferocious towel scrubbing. "You're such a– such a– thing," he decides. "I'm telling you you're beautiful and you walk off so you don't have to hear it? What's wrong with you?" His voice slips into a kinder register. "You do know you're pretty, right? I'm not just saying it to say it."

"I'm just feeling icky," you confide.

"About what?"

You want to tell him, you find. "You know how I've gained weight?"

He doesn't need any more explanation. Peter knows you've gained weight, you've mentioned it to him, and it's visual, and he can likely tell whenever he decides to flex his strength. "What, and you think that makes you less pretty?" He puts a damp hand behind your neck to bring you forward. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, a little."

He kisses you. His nose bumps your nose, his lips crushed to your as he holds you in place. Despite this, it isn't an overly rough connection. It's definitely not shy. "You're beautiful," he says in the space between your lips.

"It doesn't suit me–"

"It does. It really fucking suits you. Have you seen yourself? You couldn't look better."

"Even when I was thinner?"

"You look just as perfect then as you did now." His intensity fades and he encourages you back enough to see your face, his thumb rubbing a short line into your neck. His brows are furrowed, dark eyes darker for it. "Weight isn't a factor."

"No, but you have to say that."

"I don't. Not really. I'm sure there are a thousand shitty guys who'd tell you something different, but I'm not– I love you, the whole you. I like you like this." He grins. "Which should be obvious."

You tsk at him, to his delight, his laughter boyish as he buries his face in your neck with a hug, kissing a messy circle up and into the soft line of your jaw. You trap him there without thinking, chin hooked down, squirming as he blows hot air into your skin.

"I've been putting it on too," he says. "It's happy weight."

"It's not happy weight for you, Pete, it's just more muscle."

"It makes you happy, doesn't it?" he jokes, smiling and kissing and hugging you all at once. "Just like it does on you for me."

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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