Peter Parker x reader one shots

Sunflower

Requested– No–whoops i have like 30 requests in my ask box but look what im doing

A/N- Inspired by Sunflower by Posty and also by the sunflower cupcakes I made today

Pairing- Peter Parker x reader

Title– Sunflower

"You know, Peter, you're the only one for me." You whisper in Peter's ear. You were currently sitting in his lap, the sun sinking over the city horizon. The window was open and the wonderful warm breeze was washing over the two of you as the music of the small party was pulsing around you. A handful of your friends were milling around MJ's apartment, eating, drinking and dancing.

"Is that right?" Peter smirks, rubbing his hand even further up your thigh.

"Mmm, actually..." You tease him and slip off his lap, heading over to Mj, who was dancing to the easy feeling song that was playing on the speaker. You jumped up on the counter and join MJ, slowly grinding your hips against hers, her hands slipping around your waist. Peter leans back for a second, watching the two dancing girls, then looks you dead in the eye.

"Come here. Now." He mouths and you knew better then to ignore his orders. You climb down and make your way back to him, smiling smugly.

Peter doesn't say a word, just drags you out the open window and out into the fire escape. The two of you climb up the fire escape, up one floor to Peter's apartment. May was out at some business thing so Peter was alone for the night.

Once you were in his living room, Peter stared at you from across the room, the golden light cutting beautiful strips across his face. You took steps towards him, your arms going around his neck and kissing him softly.

"Y/n wait." Peter mumbled against your mouth and gently pushed you away.

"What is it?"

"Y/n I need to tell you something." Peter says, taking a step backwards.

"What is it?"

"We need to take a break. Us. Whatever this is." He mumbles, not looking at you.

You narrow your eyes not saying a thing. You are Peter weren't a couple. Not really. It was just casual sex and sometimes emotional support. That's all. You were too free spirited and he was too committed to Spiderman for you to have anything serious. You were friends, nothing more, apparently. You guess he was tired of you.

"You are so selfish Peter." Your voice shakes and you felt like you are going to cry. "Am I too much? I mean really Peter."

"No it's not you Y/n. It's me. I need to call it quits. Baby, I'm a wreck. I can't do everything. I can't love you while being Spiderman. It's not fair to you."

"Are you fucking kidding me Peter?" You were angry now. Shards of glass were cutting your throat and before you knew it you were screaming in Peter's face.

"Calm down Y/n." Peter sighed heavily, sitting down on the couch, his head between his hands.

"No fuck you Peter." You spat and him and stormed out. Well at least you planned too but something about Peter was too damn infuriating and you found yourself striding back to the couch. You were back in his lap, hands in his hair, mouth attached to his.

His kisses were powerful and longing, his body betraying what he was saying a few minutes ago. Your hands traveled up his shirt and tugged it off. He followed suit, shedding his clothes as he picked you up spun around, throwing you down so you were on the couch.

"Off. Now." He growled and you obliged, striping down.

Peter took you right there, on his living room couch, with you wondering what you did wrong, why this boy could not possibly love you. When he was done, you lay with him, your head on his chest.

"Why can't you love me Peter?" You ask him softly.

"I'm not trying to lose you y/n, but I have things to do and people to save and I don't know how I could be devoted to both you and to Spiderman. If I love you, you would be left in the dust, unless I gave up Spiderman and stuck by you. And I can't , I can't pick. You are strong Y/n. I've never met anyone like you before. You follow every good thing and you go where you can thrive. You need someone to light up your world, someone to turn to when things get dark. And I just can't be that for you, I can't be that person for you."

"Is that all?" You say, your heart thumping painfully.

"I've seen you love things y/n. And you can't love me. I would never leave and do the things I need to do. Your love would fill me completely but you can't be all I have. There are so many other people that need me."

You pause, taking in what he just said when you hear sirens. Peter jumps up in an instant, you falling back down onto the couch.

"I have to go." Peter says, picking up his clothes.

"Please don't Peter." You get up and reach out for him.

"You don't make this easy, you know. I wish I could be there for you, Y/n." He gives you a sad look and continues to his room.

"Peter, turn around." You call out desperately. "Please stay with me one last night.

Peter looks conflicted when he sees the pain in your eyes.

"I know you're scared of the unknown and I know you don't want to be alone but I promise this will be better for you in the end. I always come and go but it's out of my control."

With that Peter went into his room. You heard him thumping around his room while you put your clothes back on. When it's quiet in his room, you open his bedroom door, hoping he stayed around long enough to say goodbye to you. But sure enough, it was empty. He left you behind again, knowing you would let yourself out of his apartment. You wish he would choose you but you know you could never make him love you if he didn't want to. Something on the window caught your eye and you walked over to it, the sun rays making you feel less empty. It was a sticky note with Peter's signature messy scrawl on it. When you read it new tears sprung to your eyes. You pocketed it and crawled out the window and up the fire escape. You climbed all the way to the roof where you lay in the dying light, thinking about Peter's note. Maybe he didn't love you now, but someday he would, when the world didn't need Spiderman. Then, maybe your love would be what he needed.

Dear Y/n,

You're a sunflower

I think your love would be too much.

Goodbye for now,

Peter