This is good shit, anon and u right, he’s got very good hair like the sort of hair that you just wanna thread your fingers through it and tug on it a bit
Okay hi Peter Parker is totally 100% the type of guy who moans into your mouth when you guys are making out
And like a few moans have already slipped out of his mouth when you guys were making out earlier
So baby boy is already frustrated and his mind isn’t focused on the papers in front of him
No, his focus is on you: the way you shift your hips a bit when you change your position on his bed, the way your lips are slightly parted, the way you seem totally oblivious to the fact that he’s sort of hard right now
BUt of course, you aren’t because he isn’t subtle about his boners, he thinks he is but he’s not
He’s shifting around in his chair and trying not to draw attention to it but like, the boy is already a bit of a mess
His cheeks are flushed, his breathing is getting a bit heavier
And when you see the poor baby struggling and trying to shift his dick in his jeans?
You just can’t help yourself
You’re on his lap and rocking your hips down against his and those first low groans that come out of his mouth only make you grind yourself against him more
Because I will say this until I die but Peter Parker has the most gorgeous moans anyone has ever heard
And you just wanna hear him overcome with pleasure
Even if that pleasure is mixed with slight torture because you’re giving him the perfect amount of friction and your lips are
And when you a run a hand up and knot a few fingers into his hair and tug?
holy shit that feels so good likehe’s trying to stifle his moans and he’s trying to stop himself from basically throwing you onto the bed because god, he doesn’t wanna cum too soon like literally he’s barely gotten to touch you plus Peter is a giver and he’s a good dude and he wants you to cum before he does
You can feel him tense up underneath you, like god damn he’s trying so hard not to cream his jeans right now
But also okay hi you wanna let him do it, you wanna let him cum and he’s just so pretty when it cumes so you just sort of whisper in his ear
Prompt: Peter takes you out on your first date back on Earth or Sequel to ITSR
Warnings: None
A/N: Alas, the long-awaited sequel to one of my most popular fics! Thanks to everyone for their patience and to @marquiis-de-la-baguette and @ashleygrrrl for beta-reading!
“I’m starting to think that Peter’s Zune isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.”
Peter Parker was currently in the process of reintroducing you to Earthen society after you returned to your home planet. Now that the galaxy was officially saved after Thanos was defeated at the Battle of Wakanda, the Guardians thought it might be good for you and your adopted brother to get reacquainted with the Earth. All the new culture and technology seemed foreign. Even your hometown was barely recognizable from the quaint neighborhood it used to be. It was now bustling with stores you’ve never heard of selling products you didn’t know how to use. According to Peter, it was being ‘gentrified’.
It was sweet that he was trying to reunite you with the world that you had lost touch with, but you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at how fast and different everything was. Getting to know space technology was simpler than this.
“Does…being in here make you feel better?” He asked.
You took off the bulky headphones you were wearing. Looking around, this store did feel a lot safer compared to the rest of the world. Not a lot of people were in, mostly because Peter said that you could find most songs on the internet now. Frankly, you preferred the physical music shop. It saddened you that what used to be around everywhere was now almost extinct. You were barely gone for a decade too…
“Thanks, Peter. I feel a lot less like an outsider in here.”
The little smile he gave you was enough to make your entire day. After hanging out in the shop for another half hour, Peter brought you to a small cafe for lunch. You noticed that every so often his hand would twitch in your direction.
After exiting the little music store, you walked side by side along the streets of Queens. As you strolled the concrete sidewalk, Peter’s hand couldn’t help but drift in the direction of yours’ every so often. He would brush a finger against your hand before reigning himself in. It would have gone on forever had you not taken his hand the fifth time he came near.
“Is this alright?” You ask after noticing the shocked expression on his face.
He nodded enthusiastically before clearing his throat. “Yeah! Uh- I mean it’s cool.”
“Cool,” you responded cheerily.
Conversation was light and simple. Smells of baked goods and different foods came pouring out of every other shop door. Peter pointed out all the good food in the stores you passed by, from deli meats to bubble teas.
It was halfway through your vermicelli bowl when the conversation shifted from life on Earth to traversing space. Peter was a science-y guy, you knew that much, but he had a lot of questions.
“How do you breathe up there? Do all aliens breathe oxygen too, or do you need different air masks for each planet? How do you buy things in space? Is there like a pilot school for spaceships or do you get it like you buy cars?”
To you, these experiences were nothing new, but Peter saw a whole new galaxy unravel from just your subpar descriptions. The joy in his eyes endeared you even more to him. After taking a good look at all the other humans around you, it was safe to say that you were lucky to have met the cutest one on Titan.
“How old were you when you went into space?”
You almost choked on your last bite. You rarely ever thought about when you were first ‘introduced’ to space all those years ago. “Um, like ten?” You cleared your throat.
“That’s so cool!” Peter at first didn’t notice your discomfort, but the more you talked about your own experiences, the more obvious it became.
“I-I’m sorry, Peter. I don’t really like to think about the first few years of being in space. It was…scary. If it weren’t for my adopted brother, Yondu would’ve let the rest of his crew eat me.”
“Wait, what?” Peter was floored. In hindsight, you probably should’ve used another anecdote that wouldn’t prompt the idea of space cannibalism in his mind.
“Bad reference, sorry. It’s difficult to open up about that stuff,” you mumble. To avoid answering any more questions, you took a long sip of your drink. Peter didn’t hesitate to fill the gap with many apologies.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” His face flushed red as he offered to pay for lunch and everything. That was probably a good idea, seeing as how you didn’t think the restaurant would have accepted your credits.
After eating, Peter walked you back to the Milano, currently parked under the watch of Stark Industries’ top-notch security. He looked up at the ship in total awe but refrained from saying anything. You wanted to let him know that you guys were cool, but was at a loss for how.
You were halfway up the ramp before Peter said anything else.
“I guess I’ll leave you here,” Peter shuffled his feet as he stepped away from the ship. “I-I had a great time today.”
“Me too,” you said. “Will I be seeing you again?”
He seemed surprised. “You want to go on another date?”
“Of course. In fact,” you looked from the Milano to your date, “how about we go right now?” Peter’s jaw dropped as you nudged your head in the direction of the spaceship.
“No way…”
“I owe you. For bringing me back to Earth, showing me around, paying for food. It’s high time I return the favor. I might not be able to tell you everything about space, but I can show you?” You held out your hand, which he grabbed with no hesitation.
With yours’ and Peter’s combined knowledge, getting the Milano clearance to fly was as simple as convincing Drax to fight a monster. It wasn’t long before you were taking off in a fit of giggles. As you approached the last few barriers between the Earth and outer space, you could sense Peter’s slight anxiety. You hand held his while you steered the ship with the other. As the blue sky gave way to a billion lights, you looked at Peter with pure adoration. You were used to this sight, but seeing it through his eyes was a brand new spectacle. Putting the Milano at a cruising speed, you were content to spend forever holding his hand and staring at the stars.
Peter hadn’t felt this way since…ever. He could barely describe how he felt. It was better than when Liz agreed to go out with him for the first time. Even bigger than when Mr. Stark gave him his first suit. It was special. He pried his gaze away from the window to look at you, only to find that you had been staring at him this entire time.
You blushed, averting your eyes from his by looking to the stars again. There, illuminated by all the light in space, Peter resolved that he had never seen a better view than this. You saw this kind of stuff every day, but something about being here with him made it feel like a completely new experience. You turned back around, feeling his hand resting on top of yours.
As if the gravity (or lack thereof) in the universe was pulling you closer together. His eyes closed. Then yours. You found yourself lost in the feeling of his lips, practically sliding out of your seat if it weren’t for Peter’s gentle hold keeping you still. Your heart was not so fortunate.
“Wow.” Peter couldn’t help but whisper as he stared into your eyes, which were filled with starlight. You didn’t know what to say, no one has ever shown you this much attention or affection before. So instead, you just pulled him back in.
Bonus:
“Stark. Get your tin-covered ass in here.”
Tony rolled his eyes as the comms went on in his lab. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, I thought I told you- no interruptions!”
“Mr. Starlord insisted it was an emergency, sir,” the calm AI replied. Tony groaned before pushing away from his work and begrudgingly walking to where the Milano was taking cover. Or at least, where it should have been taking cover.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Please tell me I wasn’t robbed.” Tony sighed as Peter Quill immediately descended upon the man with a million and one complaints. All his noise almost drowned out F.R.I.D.A.Y’s “no sir.”
“I thought you were supposed to be the biggest guy there was around here. It was bad enough that my kid sister convinced the rest of my crew to come here, worse to have to share a room with Drax, and now this. Where in the friggin’ hell is my ship?”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, who’s using the ship?” Tony shouted over Peter’s rants.
“The Milano was last accessed by Miss Interstellar-Awesome-Lord and Mister Spoodermens, sir.” Security footage of Y/N and Peter proceeded to show up on a holoscreen. Tony gave Quill an exasperated look.
“I see the naming conventions don’t fall far from the tree.” Tony immediately called Peter as he walked away from Quill’s yells of fury. “Hey, Pete. Tell me you’re not rocketing through space again with Space Cowboy’s little sister. Also, what in the everloving hell is Mister Spoodermens?”
“Wait, how is my phone getting service from outer…here?”
“You know, Aunt May killed me the last time you were up there. Do you want her to do it again? Because both are necks are on the line if you don’t get back here right no-.”
The phone was grabbed by Quill before Tony even registered his approach. “You better stay as far away from Y/N as possible, you-you punk! Y/N! Get my ship back here this insta-”
You grabbed Peter’s phone and hung up while you were still ahead. Peter’s face went from shock to full on laughter as you ignored the next few calls. “We’re in so much trouble.” He shook his head.
Peter Parker: -on meeting Loki, offers his hand- Hi, I’m Peter!
Loki: -shakes his hand- Loki of Asgard.
Peter: Aren’t you like…a bad guy?
Loki: It varies from moment to moment.
Peter: So like…on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst evil imaginable, like…killing puppies, and one being I’ll spit on your hotdog…where are you right now?
Loki: …maybe a three?
Peter: Cool. Lemme know if it gets above a six.
Loki: -thinking- I like him.
It had been a joke, a flippant line, but somehow, Loki found himself taking the youth up on it.
It was hard living around these heroic Avengers, hard trying to stay close to Thor. And when he felt his need for mischief rise too high, when he felt exasperation with these Midgardians turn too close to spite, he would casually say “Six.” to the young man, or sometimes “Seven.”
And Peter would spend the rest of his day with Loki. He would badger him with questions about magic, or drag him across his beloved city to see its entertainments, or take him along stopping petty crimes. He grounded Loki to the here and now, and distracted him from the churning, jagged shards of ice in his mind.
WE NEED LOKI AND PETER FICS
Stark’s brat had a system. It had been amusing, at first glance, especially when “killing puppies” was apparently a higher level of evil than trying to take over the world. It had risen and fallen – two, five, one. There were honestly good days.
It took some time before a truly bad day came up.
After a difficult battle, the Captain was being particularly sanctimonious, his team following suit. Even Stark made biting comments.
Loki could scream.
“Spider-man,” he said as calmly as he could. The young man glanced up, having been tying up some of their enemies a few yards away.
“Seven.”
“… okay, guys, I’m going to head out with Loki for the rest of the day. Don’t need us for debrief, yeah?”
“Sure,” Stark shrugged, glancing between the two of them oddly. Loki wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was. They went in civilian clothes to a small café.
“I wasn’t paying attention, so whatever was said, I don’t agree,” Peter began. “But that’s not what I’m here for. So. When you teleport, how does that work? Is it harder with longer distances? Or is knowledge of the place more helpful?” Loki blinked, but explained. It led to a discussion of magical theory. Peter (Loki still called him Parker aloud, but the child and even his young friends grew on him in time) was eager and curious, comparing what he knew from Strange and fantasy books to Loki’s knowledge. It was admittedly fascinating to see how many versions of sorcery humans had created by mere imagination. He was definitely amused by the elves and dwarves of Lord of the Rings.
Sometimes Peter tentatively asked about Strange and Maximoff, if they were doing similar things. Never if Loki was at an 8 or above though.
“Strange is like a child prodigy. He’s good, picks the practical parts up well. He even got the jump on me – but he has not had as much time to study as me. He’s a student where I am a master. Maximoff is incredibly powerful and incredibly lucky, but she does not have much training at all.” Sometimes conversation turned to music, animals, current events.
Peter was good. It was odd, how Loki became so sure of the fact so quickly.
After the conversations, often accompanied with food or a walk, he was always down to a 3 or so. Which made Peter an important person.
So the next time Peter was in trouble and the Avengers were indisposed, Loki was not the least bit surprised that he was not the only one ready to tear someone apart for the kid. Two men in red – one with horns, one with guns and swords – a young girl with cat-shaped blasters on her hands, and the Captain’s assassin friend. Loki curled his lips and muttered:
“For anyone that harms you? 10.”
IT GOT MORE SINCE THE LAST TIME I SAW IT AND IM IN LOVE
also, the fact we get Daredevil, Deadpool, Shuri, and James teaming up with Loki to protect Peter? I AM HERE FOR ALL THIS HELLS YES
(I thought I didn’t have anything to add but I do)
It was just after noon on a Saturday when Loki got a text from Peter, all it said was
‘8, I’m at home′
Peter had never used their number system for himself before.
Loki had promised the boy’s aunt he would not teleport into their home and while he’d had every intention of honouring that promise, this was definitely an exception.
When Loki materialized in Peter’s room, his friend was pacing, angry and red-faced. Loki had never seen Peter furious before.
Peter began shouting when he saw Loki, ‘Men are scum! Irredeemable, horrible, crappy, scummy scum!’
‘Thank you for telling me, Peter.’ Loki said, sitting down on Peter’s bed. ‘Any particular men inspiring this diatribe?’
Peter grabbed a pillow off his bed and screamed into it, ‘There’s a guy at Aunt May’s work who’s harassing her and she says I need to stay out of it and let Human Resources do their jobs and he’s a creep and he’s making May feel creeped out and… I don’t know what to do.’
Loki blinked. Of all the people Peter could have gone to, he had chose Loki.
‘Thank you, for telling me this. Although I’m not sure how I can be of help.’
Peter flopped down onto the bed next to Loki, ‘You’re my friend and you’re an adult. And I wasn’t sure who else to talk to.’
Loki flopped back next to Peter, it seemed appropriate. ‘If Human Resources doesn’t sort this out to your satisfaction, I can turn this person into a goat.’
so all marvel had to do to get the hair to stand up on tom holland’s arm was have someone behind him gently blow in his ear… they’re really gonna do my boy dirty and expose his ear kink like that huh…
tom holland: [leaks every marvel spoiler he can get his hands on]
marvel: lmao…. anyways did y’all know tom holland likes it when people mess with his ears
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