In Case Anyone Is Having A Bad Night

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Hi! What about possesive promot 13. “I’m going to be your husband.” with peter parker

It’s a love story, baby, just say yes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes. Purely a fanfiction.

A/N: hi hun!! Thank you so much for your request and for celebrating with me! You can see the masterlist of the celebration here

“I’m sorry,” you remembered uttering those words to your best friend, Peter back when you were young. This was the first time he didn’t give you attention, the first time he withdrew his support and companionship to you. You remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. You didn’t like the feeling, you didn’t like and couldn’t stand when he was mad at you. The two of you were childhood friends, your parents and his adoptive father, Tony Stark, were close friends and business partners. He had grew with you, had attended the same private schools, and same university. He had watched you grew. He had watched you bloomed right before his very eyes. He was yours, and you were his person.

You remembered how cold his eyes were when he looked at you that day, and you swore to do everything to never see those cold and empty eyes staring back at you. “I won’t play with Theo again,” your small lips were quivering, your eyes looking up at the taller kid in front of you. You reached for his little hands, bringing it to your chest, “I won’t choose to play with him over you ever again, Peter,” you swore, your tears streaming down your chubby cheeks.

Peter pouted, his resolved weakening. He could never really stomach to see you cry, at such a young age, he knew he would give you everything for you to be happy. As long as it was with him.

Peter sighed, “That’s not enough,” he pouted before turning his back on the distressed little you.

“What do you need? I promise to give it to you, just don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Peter fished the ring he had purchased with his father, Tony, who laughed when he told him he wanted to buy you a ring. Like a true Stark, he said. You know what you want and you go for it, he said.

“Here,” he took your little hand and without any preamble, inserted the ring on your fourth finger, like Tony taught him to. “If you promise to marry me when we grow up, I promise to never turn my back on you. I promise to forgive everything. I promise to be with you forever.”

You looked at the shiny ring he gave you before nodding quickly, your little curls bouncing before you hugged him. “I promise to marry you when we grow up!”

You remembered how the two of you were glued hip to hip, despite his busy schedule, despite his busy work, he and you always made time for each other. Until you met him again, Theo. Suddenly, you spent less and less time with Peter. It was out of the blue, a whirlwind romance, when all the close friends of your family were invited. The evening dinner was elegant, the light casting a warm glow on the room. No one knew what the dinner was for, and Peter was held up on his job, which caused him to be late. And just as he entered the fancy dining room, he saw you, his angel, standing on the middle, with a man he forgot about kneeling down on one knee. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on him, as if the time slowed down as he watched the woman he loved since he knew what love was nodded her head, agreeing to be someone else’s bride. Not his. Everyone clapped, everyone cheered, but it was all white noise to him as he met your happy eyes. He felt numb, he couldn’t feel Tony’s comforting hand resting on his back. He couldn’t accept this, he wouldn’t. And so when you stepped to his direction with a smile on your face, he stepped back, shook his head slowly, his eyes holding the dark glint that Tony knew so well, and before you could even come near him, he turned his back on you for the second time since you were young.

The news went out that your family business is merging with Theo, and the marriage would seal the deal.

But the time of your wedding came, and you waited with your wedding dress so beautifully sewn, your hair so perfectly done, but no Theo came. You were waiting on the altar, the people started whispering already. You felt embarrassed, you felt so lost. How could he do this to you? Your eyes swept over the crowd, you were shaking at this point from the pity and judging looks reflected in their eyes. You almost stepped back when suddenly, your best friend whom you haven’t seen in months stood beside you, so tall and handsome. He looked so dapper in his suit, his hair all gelled back stylishly, he looked so formal, so serious. He looked down at you before offering his muscular arm to you.

“Peter?” Your lips quivered like it did when you were young, and it brought back certain memories to him. He offered you an assuring smile.

“I won’t let you be the laughing stock of this plastic society, come on,” he whispered as he walked you to the altar.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving you.” He stated before Tony smiled at you and clapping his son’s back, kissing your cheeks as you stood nearer to the altar. You looked back at your parents who smiled and nodded at you, as if telling you to go with it.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, now more confused than sad.

“I’m going to be your husband,” he answered simply before telling the priest to start. “No one will embarrass you, princess. As long as I’m here, I will always save you,” he solemnly swore. You were so lost, so confused, so hurt as to why the man you loved didn’t show up. How could he do that to you?

You were lucky your best friend was always here to save you. What you didn’t know was this was forever for Peter, there would be no divorce. Princess, you were simply honoring the promise you made him, even if you forgot about that.

And Theo? Peter took care of him. Tony made sure that no one could trace that back to his son, his only heir. He would do everything for his only son to be happy. You were his happiness.

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i love tom holland so much it’s not even funny anymore, that man has too much power over me

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The Real Peter Parker

summary: Peter recalls the first time he really noticed you; when you defended him in class.

warnings: none

notes: fluff

word count: 925 words

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Peter had forgotten the exact moment he had laid eyes on you for the very first time. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t remember how you had met or the first time he saw you. However, he remembered the first time he really noticed you.

It was in English. Your class was having a discussion about literature and morals. How morals were ever changing and specific to a person, and how that was demonstrated through poetry, plays and novels. The conversation had somehow turned into a debate about Spider-Man, following the recent events of the BLIP.

You almost always kept your head down in class. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because you knew you couldn’t change people’s opinions or minds or move them in a way that stories did for you.

“Spider-Man doesn’t have morals. His motives are clearly extrinsic. He probably gets paid millions everyday.” Elysse, a pretty, red-head with the most flawless skin you had seen on a teenager before, stated confidently.

“Yeah, and laid millions too.” Flash snickered, causing an eruption of laughter in the class.

Peter rolled his eyes. He’d heard all this twenty times over, but it never bothered him any less. Part of him wishes he could just tell everyone, “No! I’m actually really broke and have never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a sexual one.” But he knew he couldn’t. So, instead, he dropped his chin in his hand and tried to zone out of the conversation.

“So, you think Spider-Man is Spider-Man because of the fame, the money and the power, and not because he wants to help people?” Mr. Mathis stroked his non-existent beard, looking around the classroom. “Anyone disagree?”

The classroom was silent for a long moment. A moment so long, Peter thought it was all over and he could finally pay attention. He was slowly getting used to people not really defending him.

“I disagree.”

It was a voice he had honestly never heard before. He knew he’d remember it if he had. Every pair of eyes in the room, including his own, latched onto a girl in the far corner of the room, whose face was beginning to brighten in the cutest way.

Peter could feel his jaw on the floor, but he did nothing to pick it up.

Peter thought he knew the definition of beautiful, but seeing you for the first time, it took on a whole new meaning. He suddenly couldn’t find a way to describe those Y/E/C eyes, or the Y/H/C hair that cascaded down your back and the loose curls that framed your face.

He was staring at you for so long, he almost missed you talking.

“Don’t you think if he only wanted fame and power, people would actually know who he is? Yeah, sure, he’s really famous. Everybody knows Spider-Man, it’s a household name. But nobody knows who’s under that. What does Spider-Man do when he’s not saving people? He takes off his mask, and he goes home. Probably to his average home, his average life and his average family, knowing no matter what he does, or who he saves, he’ll still just be an average man.”

Peter felt his heart twist so gloriously that it was painful. He’d never heard anyone defend him like that, someone that wasn’t Ned. He lifted his hand to grasp at his trembling heart, and in that exact moment, your eyes met his, and something shifted between you. You were noticing him for the first time too. It was like you were staring into him, like you could see his struggle between two worlds.

It was too much for Peter. He’d felt so vulnerable and fragile in that moment that he had to look away, just as Flash opened his big mouth again.

“An average man with more money and power than the Queen.” He tried a joke again, but this time no one laughed, they were all too infatuated with you.

Peter closed his eyes in pure annoyance and second-hand embarrassment for Flash for a few seconds, before he turned to face you again, but this time your eyes were locked on Flash.

“Don’t you get it, Flash? Spider-Man is at a loss. He works his ass off to help people, and he will never get the thanks he deserves. He gets no real recognition, no appreciation, nothing. That is a person with morals. Someone who does the most important work, but continues to go unnoticed. He doesn’t help people because he wants something from them, he helps people because it’s the right thing to do.

Peter couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. Watching you speak so passionately was mesmerizing. He’d never felt so understood, so seen before in his life - by someone who probably didn’t even know his name. It gave him hope. If one person could see the good in him, surely others could too.

The teacher just started talking again, but Peter interrupted him.

“I agree with her.” He stuck his hand proudly in the air, that cheesy grin plastered on his face.

You locked eyes with him again, and the smallest of smiles grew on your face, making Peter’s grow impossibly bigger.

He turned back around, smiling to himself and still feeling your eyes on him. He would ask you what your name was after class. He wanted to get to know you, just as much as he wanted you to know the real him.

And he did.

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A/N:

this is my first ever imagine posted on tumblr, and honestly, the first I’ve ever posted. if you enjoyed this, please let me know, I’d be happy to do any requests :)

I'm sorry but i'm so sick of shit like this. I don't know you Patricia and with that attitude i don't care to get to know you.

Why has Marvel suddenly become the poster child for everything wrong in this world? For the 100th time no, Marvel movies are not all the same and they're not ''souless''. Anyone saying this, obviously hasn't even tried to watch a Marvel movie. Ever thought that maybe these characters/stories resonate with people? Cause let me tell you, i've felt more emotions from a Marvel movie than i have from some ''high art'' bullshit.

And the AI shit, really? Lesser people have tried and failed to copy the MCU bc they lacked the heart and soul it took for the MCU to be built in the first place, and u think that an AI could write a Marvel movie and have it be good????? Be serious, even the worst Marvel movie would be better than the best an AI can "come up with". Also, implying that the work put into Marvel projects is as shit as the "work" of an AI, is insulting to the countless of talented artists who have been working their asses off in every single project. Instead of doing shit like this, ever thought that you should use your platform for sth good? Like idk, talking about the REAL issues AI is causing to art? Don't you, as an artist, understand that AI is a threat to everyone? To art itself?

But i guess you've all learned the trick by now. Want attention = start talking shit about the MCU. At least be more creative, this technique has gotten old

I'm bored, Patricia 🥱🥱

YAAAAS 😍😍😍 PLEASE I LOVE ALL THE TOM HOLLAND AND PETER PARKER ONES!!!!!!

going thru my google drive and found some of my wips so im gnna share them. if yall like any in particular, lmk cus maybe itll motivate me to write them

1. Peter Parker - A FWB situation takes a turn for the worse when the lines begin to blur for Peter, teetering between friends and more just as you begin to dote your attention elsewhere. (smut, angst, fluff)

2. Tom Holland - Working as a medic on Tom's set proves to be more than just fun and games when a particular someone's feelings develops into more. Jealousy erupts when someone else beats Tom to asking out said medic, a confession only spurring on after a stunting accident that causes great havoc. (fluff, angst)

3. Mob!Tom - A bookstore owner owes Tom a great deal of cash and he comes to take what's rightfully his, only to run into a tired minimum wage worker who's uninterested in his threats, leading to a lifelong love story that neither would expect. (fluff, slight angst, smut tbd)

4. Mob!Bucky - Your casual hookup buddy finds himself starting to crave something more and he couldn’t have come around at a more perfect time. (fluff, angst, smut tbd)

i have hella obx wips but i havent seen s2 so idk if theyll even make sense now 😭 but heres some. if someone could lmk if theyd still work? ill write them possibly

1. Rafe Cameron - Rafe turns 21 without you by his side and it hurts more than you expected. Based on 21 by Gracie Abrams (angst)

2. JJ Maybank - Not disclosing your sexual history with John B. to JJ proves itself to be a big mistake when things get out of hand after JJ finds out. (angst, fluff)

3. JJ Maybank - After reluctantly hiring you as his tutor, yours and JJ's feelings begin to develop into more. Too bashful to admit it, JJ adamantly denies it in front of the Pogues, only for it to be overheard by you, leading to a series if hurt and anger that could have been easily resolved if JJ simply had the courage to admit his feelings. (angst, fluff)

that's all. peace n love <3

Avengers Incorrect Quotes #3

(y/n is mad at Peter)

Y/n: Peter, tum subse bade gadhe ho! *glares at Peter*

Peter: I'm sorry *looks at them with sad puppy eyes*

Tony: wait, do you even know what they said?

Peter: yEaH, and no, I just memorized the word 'gadhe' that they only use it when I do something idiotic. Basically they means I'm stupid

SAME

my toxic trait is that I need to read a fanfic before I complete any task so that I can have a perfect scenario to play out in my head while I’m doing it

This was soooo cute 🥰

9.45pm - Peter Parker

summary ↠ you work the closing shift at a bakery and Spider-Man makes a habit of appearing at 9.45pm to walk you home. 

word count ↠ 3.7k

warnings ↠ a lil bit of angst/hurt and comfort. minor descriptions of injury. a bit of swearing, but this is mostly fluff.

a/n ↠ I really loved writing this one. I felt so happy the whole time and ! I am very excited for people to read it, so I hope you enjoy it :)) I’ve also recently redone my taglist, so if you’re interested in that, it should be linked at the bottom of the post. feedback always appreciated!

THE BAKERY YOU WORK AT is one of New York’s hidden gems. Tucked away beneath a level of luxurious townhouses, the small space is covered in vintage artwork, bright leafy plants, and warm exposed lightbulbs that cast a web of kaleidoscopic light across the space. Your regulars love the way it’s their secret, love the way it’s as if they’re walking into their own secret hiding space every time they creep down the green metal staircase and walk in through the jangling door, and you love the way it’s like a little community revolves around the place. The air is always alight with the scent of fresh pastries and sound of relaxed laughs, and there really isn’t anywhere else you’d rather escape to after school.

You always work the closing shift on weekdays, slipping down into the shop at 5pm and locking up at 10pm. It’s always the quietest hours for the bakery - the best loaves of bread and the most perfectly iced cupcakes are always snatched up by commuters in the morning, so the only groups of people who wander into the bakery when you’re there are those on the lookout for discounted baked goods. It’s always relaxed, and as the hours creep by, more than often you find yourself being paid to sit behind the counter and read a book than actually deal with any customers, so it’s a winning combination all around.

Your job at the bakery is normal and unassuming. That is, until the night Spider-Man stumbles into your shop.

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Peter's maid. (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Tony hires a new maid that is assigned to Peter's Room.

Mature content 18+, language, maid kink.

Masterlist

You were desperate for a job. Times were tough for your family right now, and there wasn’t much money to spare. You tried keeping positive but it was hard at times. Especially when the new Animal Crossing game came out.

As an inexperienced eighteen year old, you had no idea where to start. All you knew was you wanted to avoid customer service and cleaning.

Until you saw Tony Stark’s advertisement.

In your defense you thought you were signing up for a paid internship, but when meeting his associate the whole dynamic changed. You met with an older man who was quite stoic. He asked you a bunch of questions and even made you provide several background checks. On the third meeting, he looked over his files once more. “Okay.” He mumbled. “You will be expecting a call in the next three to five business days for the maid position. Thank you for coming in.” He sighed.

Your eyes shot up in pure shock. This grumpy old shit must have confused your application with someone else’s. “Thank you.” You politely said not wanting to confront him. You left the office quietly mentally beating yourself up for their mistake. You decided on just trying your luck somewhere else.

As you napped peacefully after school, eyes slowly shutting as you relaxed more and more, your phone went absolutely bananas. “Shit!” You groaned. You lazily sat back up and turned on your phone, messages from your friends kept popping up along with a missed call from an unrecognized number. You saw a voicemail notification pop up right above it. You rolled your eyes and clicked on the notification.

“Hello, this is Stark Industries calling you back about your job application, Y/n L/n? We would love to have you at our office again at, 5pm on Tuesday. Please come prepared for your first day. If you are not present on the property we will give your spot to someone else. Thank you.”

“Oh gosh…” you whispered to yourself. “It couldn’t hurt to check it out right? Maybe I can just explain to them their mixup and maybe then I could be recommended for an internship.”

••••

“So what do you think?”

“Well girl. I think you should like totally go for it.” One of your best friends, Lily said. She ruffled her luscious, long blonde locks.

“You’d be stupid not to!” Your other best friend, Ryan, scolded you.

“What about the whole maid thing?”

“Honey, listen. It’s Stark Industries. Tony Stark is like the richest man alive! He’s a total dilf too! If you’re not gonna take it I’m gonna buy a wig and pretend to be you.” Ryan playfully rolled his eyes. “And if that fails, just tell him you’re the prettiest girl at Midtown high according to the yearbook.”

“When all else fails just use high school popularity!” Lily deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes at Lily and Ryan’s slight teasing but decided it wouldn’t hurt to go. It was a shit load of money after all.

The 6th period bell rang and the three of you grabbed your backpacks and started heading out of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you lovely ladies later, I’m off to show my entire drama class how much more talented I am than everyone else.” Ryan grinned.

“Bye Ry.” Lily and you both sung mockingly.

“What’s your 6th period again this semester? I’m having trouble remembering all of the new changes. I freaking hate the beginning of January.”

“Yeah me too, I’m still writing 2021 on all of my papers.” You laughed. “I have Mrs. Warren now. I love not having her for 8th period, she made the last period of the day drag out sooo long.”

“Why is it better during 6th then?” Lily said as you both began your way up the staircase.

“Because then 7th and 8th I have art and then French so I can relax and not have to be either completely stressed out or completely zoned out. Her class makes me feel like my brain is on fire.”

Lily giggled. “I’m glad then. Hey! Since you have it before me now, can you take pictures of the answer keys now for me?” She pleaded.

“Lily…” You mocked.

“Pleeease! Just one quickie picture when you get the answer keys, especially next Friday! I have no idea what is happening in class right now. I don't know how I’ll be prepared. If you get caught just blame it on me! They can’t expel us, we're in the popular group.” She teased.

“You’re right. “ You shook your head. “Plus you’re dating Flash!” You gasped. “She’ll totally let us get away with it if it comes down to that.” You paused in front of Mrs. Warren’s class.

“I know we’re joking, but can you name one time anyone in our group has gotten like an actual punishment for something they did. They literally like worship us here.”

You sighed. “As much as I hate to say it, yeah. Did you see that Asher only got one detention for giving some kid a wedgie up to his neck?”

“Oh yeah I did!” Lily clicked her tongue. “That’s awful actually.”

“Yeah, no one deserves that. I feel pretty bad about it, I have gym with that guy and he still has marks from the underwear being wrapped around his neck. I also think we as a society should collectively retire the word ``wedgie.”

“Yeah. It’s a really, really gross word.” Lily snorted. “Bitch, I have to go to class. Text me okay?”

“Of course.” You smiled sweetly as you said your temporary farewells.

Upon walking into your class, you saw him. Peter Benjamin Parker. You had always been slightly envious of Peter Parker. Sure, you were popular, breathtakingly gorgeous yet humble, funny, had lots of genuine friends, a nice family, yet the fact that he was always one step ahead of you pissed you off. In middle school, when you first met Peter, you had practically every class with him. Despite you both only having said a few sentences out of all the years you had known each other, you were competitors, in your mind at least. You were always second to Peter in academics. No matter how hard you tried, you could never compare. He always came out on top.

You didn’t hate the guy, hell you didn’t even dislike him. You didn't even know him! You just envied him.

“Hi, Y/n.” Mrs. Warren warmly greeted. “Welcome to 6th period! We tend to go a little faster than in 8th period, but don’t sweat it. I know you can handle it. Take a seat next to Peter, right in front of Flash.” She pointed, nearly causing you to faint. Your legs felt like complete jelly as you made forced eye contact with Peter.

Peter, on the other hand, felt similarly. Despite sitting on the stool, his kneecaps immediately turned into jelly, his cheeks began to blush faint pink and he could feel his heart beating more rapidly. The girl he had been crushing on since middle school was now coming over to sit next to him.

“Hi.” You shyly smiled. “I’m supposed to sit next to you. Could you move a little bit over?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course…” Peter stammered, almost falling out of his seat in the process. You smiled again at him which caused him to turn his head upon seeing your pretty smile. You noticed his awkwardness and smiled again to yourself. You had always found him pretty cute, and seeing him this close up, you realized he was really cute.

You whipped out your phone and turned down your brightness just enough so you, and only you could see your screen. You clicked on the groupchat with Lily and Ryan.

‘Guess who I’m sitting with’

‘Don’t tell me that loser Ken who farts all the time. I had to sit next to that creature for an hour before I demanded a seat change.’ Ryan sent.

‘Guess again.’

‘Brad Hottie Davis?? He’s so into you.’ Lily texted back.

‘Not my type I’m def not into Brad. It’s Peter Parker.’

‘Who?’

‘Who?’

‘I’ll text you guys l8ter. Class is starting.’

••••

The day had gone by slowly and you could feel your head begin to throb as you made your way back to the Stark building. You had to go through heaps of security before entering the same lobby you once were in. A man who you had not recognized stood before you, he gazed upon you just as stoic as the last man who previously interviewed you.

“Hi, Y/n L/n?” He asked.

“Yep, that’s me.” you stammered.

“I’m Mr. Hogan.” He greeted. “So, you were an excellent candidate and Mr. Stark loved your application. Although I was quite surprised someone as qualified as you would apply for a maid job.” he mumbled.

You opened your mouth to speak but your words wouldn’t form.

“Uh okay, take the elevator up to the third floor, check in at the maid station, they will supply you with your uniform and assign your room number.” Happy pulled his phone back out and continued on with a phone call leaving you there.

You had absolutely no idea how to even be a maid, hell you didn’t even know how to clean properly. You had the choice to run out right now. Yet, if you had stayed at this job until payday, you would definitely have enough money to buy Animal Crossing and help out your parents a bit.

••••

In the changing rooms, you opened the box and feasted your eyes on the Stark maid uniform. You pulled it out to see it more closely, not believing your eyes. The top part of the skimpy black dress had a perky white collar, with a cute black bowtie. The bottom half of the dress had a white apron that tied around the waist which had frilly ends. The skirt fluffed out a bit, which had frilly ends as well. You then saw white fishnet stockings that barely reached past your knees. Along with black Mary Jane’s with a slight heel. You shivered upon seeing the uniform in its entirety. You took a deep breath and slipped on the outfit and shoes. It was definitely short, and showcased your legs. You played with your bowtie for a few seconds before turning around. Your butt just barely getting full coverage from the dress. You looked down at the card placed in the box with your uniform and shoes. You were assigned to room 105.

“Am I really gonna fucking do this?” You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror, almost admiring yourself.

••••

You walked into room 105 and was hit by the stench of Axe body spray, practically burning your nostril hairs off. You were disgusted by the mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bookshelf was messy and each book was just thrown, the bedside drawer was messy as well with organized clutter and boxes were out just full of stuff waiting to be put away. Not to mention random legos just popping up all throughout the room. “Holy shit!” you exclaimed.

You brought all of the cleaning supplies into the room with you and shut the door behind yourself. Your hands become sweaty just thinking about cleaning this disgusting mess. You had no idea how you were going to pull this off.

As you got started, you noticed the room wasn’t dirty which was a step up. It was just massively unorganized. You put in your earbuds and began to clean. You threw most of the clothes on the floor into the hamper, you hung up the ones on the bed, and gaming chair in the closet, you picked up the tiny lego pieces and set them in the corner of the room and began organizing the bookshelf. You admired the books that sat messy on the shelf, physics books, Star Wars books, chemistry books, and even some comic books. You giggled to yourself as you looked through one of the comic books.

Peter stood on the windowsill and unlatched the lock, he pushed the window upwards and panicked seeing another individual in his bedroom. He sneakily jumped on the ceiling and watched you organize his belongings. You turned around to pick up a small feather duster. He audibly gasped upon seeing you.

His five year crush was now in a sexy maid uniform dusting his book shelf. Peter might have been upside down but that didn’t stop him from taking in every inch of you. He began to feel himself go weaker upon gazing at you and licked his lips as his eyes fell to your cleavage. Last fall when Peter had been in a hotel in Switzerland, he had ordered some porn that showcased a girl in a sexy maid uniform, although she couldn’t compare to you he realized he had some sort of kink for it. That whole week in Switzerland, after fighting and going on missions with the avengers he would masturbate to soothe himself at night.

After organizing the bookshelf you decided to take a break and flopped down on the twin bed. You placed your earbuds away and rested your head on the pillows. You shut your eyes softly and sighed.

“Hey, prettygirl.” Peter jumped down from the ceiling still in suit.

You jumped upon hearing this familiar voice and became even more startled as you fluttered your eyes open to see Spiderman standing above you.

“H-Hi!” You squeaked in terror. Peter could see you tense up and hear your heartbeat increasingly rapidly.

“Oh! Please don’t be scared!” His voice instantly softened. “I’m not gonna hurt you! You see, this is my room.” he said sheepishly.

You looked down and noticed his growing bulge in his pants. Your cheeks instantly flushed again.

Peter noticed the look on your face. “I’m so sorry- do you want me to wait outside for a few minutes?”

“O-Oh it’s okay! I’m just finishing up.” You stammered. You looked up at him and met his eyes. “You just kinda remind me of someone.”

“Who?” the eyes of his mask narrowed.

“What?”

“W-Who?”

“You just sound like this guy I’ve always kinda had a thing for.” Unsure of why you blurted this out to him.

Peter’s heart instantly dropped as he processed this sentence. He stood silent for a minute. “Take off my mask.”

“What?” you exclaimed.

“Take it off…Please.”

Your hands shook as you jumped up from the bed obeying him. He grabbed your wrists and rubbed your arms gently before sliding you even closer to him. Your perfectly manicured hands gently peeled off the mask and before you know it you saw Peter Parker’s deep brown eyes staring back at yours. He looked away slightly as he gave you a toothy grin.

You looked at him in utter shock, searching for anything, anything! To say.

“I really envy you, you know?”

“W-What?” Peter stuttered.

“I’m jealous. I’m jealous of how smart you are. Although, most of all I admire how smart you are. My admiration for you always outweighed my jealousy.”

He looked back at you in pure surprise.

“You know, after all this time. I just realized how much I like you.” You gushed. You wrapped your fingers on his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

Peter obeyed and was inches away from your face. Your cheeks blushed being so close to him. “O-Oh!” You flushed. “You can’t tell anyone.” You took a few steps back.

“About?“ Peter still on ecstasy from being so close to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tugged on the hem of your skirt. “This!”

Peter examined you for a minute, loving every single second of this. “Well you can’t tell anyone about this!” He mocked you and tugged gently on his suit.

“Oh y-yeah, I still haven’t quite processed you being Spider-Man yet.”

“Well I haven’t quite processed you being a maid yet.”

You blushed again at his words. “I-I really need the money.”

“I respect that really!” Peter rubbed the back on the neck. “It doesn’t look very professional though?”

“It’s the required uniform Tony gives to all the maids.” You explained.

“Oh!” He clicked his tongue. “Now thaaat makes sense.”

You nodded in embarrassment.

“Okay, uh! Well think about it this way. No one will see you like this except me! Because you clean my room-“ he trailed off realizing. You now clean his room. He swallowed slowly.

“Y-Yeah.” You looked down shuffling your feet.

“On one condition.” Peter’s voice cracked.

“Which is?”

“Twirl for me in that sexy maid uniform.”

You smirked at this reply. “I’ll do you one better.”

His eyes widened at your bold statement.

“How about a lap dance?” You winked.

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→ mystery.jones how did you lose that thing in the first place, idiot?     → thereal.y.n HEY goldfish memory is a real problem y’know!

→ spiderman.offcial. no problem @threal.y.n just doing my job as the friendly neighbourhood spiderman!      → mystery.jones i didn’t know space counted as “the neighbourhood”      → TheGuyInTheChair dude havent you been to space??

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