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urrockstar-xe · 3 months

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math test - p.parker x fem!reader

posted jan 27th, 2024 3:28 pm

came up with this cutesy idea the other day, hope u enjoy :)

summary: Peter's tired of allowing Spider-Man to be a shitty boyfriend, so he makes up for it the only way he can think of that wouldn't get you in trouble.

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wordcount: 0.8k

It was nearing 2 in the morning when Peter slowly lifted his window open from the outside, not so gracefully falling inside once it was a wide enough gap, followed by him stumbling several times as he tried to close his window while simultaneously trying to take off the red and blue spandex suit that so badly needs a wash.

The sound of his old bed frame creaking caught Peter’s attention once he finally pulled on some sweatpants.

He whipped around, his gaze immediately falling to your half-asleep figure in his bed, a familiar sight now, one Peter had adored. Your half-opened eyes tried to focus on his silhouette.

“Shit, hey sweetheart I didn’t mean to wake you” Peter’s whispered apology was laced with a soft muffled tone as he pulled a hoodie over his head, not bothering to fix his hair as he made his way towards his bed. “Didn’t know you were sleepin’ over tonight” He said with a tired smile playing on his lips, the bags under his eyes failing to distract you from the beauty that was your sleep-deprived boyfriend as you merely scooted over for him to join you.

“Supposed to help me study for that test” you mumbled, no malice in your voice, no hints of irritation, not even a slight sadness to your voice at the thought of him forgetting about your plans. All you cared about at this moment was your boyfriend cuddling with you, using all your energy to open your arms for him to slide into.

Peter stopped dead in his tracks, looking down by the nightstand and seeing your backpack on the floor, a math book sitting on the floor beside it next to a few pens. So that’s what he tripped on when he came in.

“Oh, man. I’m sorry, doll. We can work on it first thing in the morning, swear.” Peter promised, giving into what you wanted and sliding in bed next to you, wasting no time in wrapping you in his arms.

“It’s due tomorrow, and I have to leave early for that dumb field trip.” You mumbled into his shoulder, not meaning to but making Peter feel all the worse for forgetting as he softly smoothed his hand up and down your back.

By the time Peter woke up the next morning you had already left, leaving behind a note on his desk.

”don’t think too hard about that test, I’ll just ask if I can have extended time on it. I’m just happy you got home safe”

The little hearts surrounding your name at the bottom and the emphasis on him getting back at all seemed to have the opposite effect on Peter than you had intended.

As now, he just seemed more determined to fix this problem he had made.

You laughed as your friend lifted her arms into the air, taking in a big deep breath as you both finally got off the bus, “freedom!” she exclaimed.

“We have that test in like 30 minutes” You reminded her with a smile, earning a glare in response. “Buzzkill”

You chuckled this time, before watching her lift her finger and point behind you, turning as you followed where she was pointing, “that’s geek charming, what’s he doin’ here?” she asked quietly, expecting you to have an answer as you watched your boyfriend hurry over to you, green folder in his hand.

“No clue, I’ll meet you inside” You smiled at her, watching her nod and smile back in response, walking backward towards the school while she obnoxiously waves and says “Hi, Peter!”

Peter waved back, finally in front of you as he turned his gaze to see you already looking at him, with a soft smile.

“Hey,” Peter matched your smile, holding out the folder to you before you could respond. “For your test, you forgot your math stuff in my room, so”

You smiled, taking it gratefully, “Thanks, Petey. Although I don’t know how much help it’ll be-” Peter cut you off, “I mapped out in your notebook exactly how you can find any answers for the test and explained it in notes how I knew you’d be able to understand” You looked at him in awe as he rambled, watching as he took off his backpack and fumbled with it before pulling out your math notebook and handing it to you. “Peter-” “I almost wish I could take the test for you, I’ve just had so much to do lately as you know who and that’s no excuse for ditching my best girl when she needed my help so I figured this was the least I could do” Peter continued, taking a breath once he had finished.

You set the folder and notebook down on the grass, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. “This is nice” he mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. “I love you, Peter Parker” You mumbled back, pulling back just enough to set a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you more, now go pass your test and make me proud, you can do that, can’t you, sweetheart?” Peter smiled at you, chuckling as you placed one, two, three more kisses on his mouth before pulling away and grabbing your stuff.

“When I pass, you’re buying me dinner, baby!” You said, beginning to walk away.

“Whatever you want, doll!”

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spiderfunkz · 7 months

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✧.* LADYBUG & BUGBOY.

— summary : peter realizes that he is in love with you.

— word count : 0,7k

— warnings : fluff, tiny bit of angst, fem!reader, petnames (ladybug), peter teasing reader & reader teasing peter back, childhood friends to lovers.

a/n : his brown doe eyes literally make me WANT TO SCREAMMMMMM!! he's so skrunkly, he's so pookie, he's so😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ also this is so messy sorry.

the cold autumn wind blew as leaves start to dance outside your window. you smile, flipping through the photo book titled 'y/n and peter's adventures'. you realize that you share so many memories with peter, you two basically grew up next to each other.

"ooh! how about this one? do you remember that?" you point to the picture of you and peter on halloween night. you were posing with the biggest smile on your face and peter was doing the same.

"halloween, i remember." he nodded. "was that the halloween where you cried because one house ran out of kitkats?" you asked, laughing as your mind replays the memory. peter nods again.

you kept smiling as your mind continues to replay the memories you had together. you look across your room and spot your beat-up converses, which reminded you of when peter taught you how to do bunnyloops.

you turn and look at the band poster you had up, which reminded you of when peter introduced you to it. you quietly chuckled as you remember when aunt may told peter to quiet down one afternoon because she couldn't hear the oven go 'ding!' which led to her muffins being burnt.

you continue to flip through the pages, observing each photo.

"oh my god, look!" you gasp. it was a picture of 4 year-old you kissing 4 year-old peter on the cheek, he has the biggest smile, his cheeks were red, and you could hear aunt may and uncle ben's laugh behind it.

you squint to see the small writing - it reads 'valentine's day'.

"may said you look like you were head over heels for me in this." you could recall the exact moment.

peter nods, but you don't notice that.

what you do notice is that peter has been awfully quiet this entire time.

actually,

he's been awfully quiet this entire week. you try to remember anything he has said earlier today, but nothing pops up. did you even see him in school today?

you also realize that he hasn't tried to text or call you recently. i mean, he doesn't have to do any of that. but, maybe you were just expecting something from him, you know?

"you've been acting really off recently, peter." you say, breaking the awkward silence.

he hesitates. you can tell.

you wait for his response, but he doesn't seem like he's gonna reply. so you shrug it off and continue flipping through the photo book.

"i think it's because i'm in love with you."

whatever you were expecting from him. it was not that.

you pause. "don't. joke about that."

"what? did i almost get you?" he laughs. and suddenly he's back to being peter from last week.

"that's not funny!" you throw a pillow at him.

"aww, you're blushing." peter teases. "don't rub it in now." you reply, hiding your face in the photo book.

"you're the one who won't make eye contact with me." — "yeah. 'cause you're hard to look at. especially after whatever you just pulled there."

"did you just call me ugly?"

"wow. now you're putting words in my mouth. you're manipulative too, why would i want to look at you?"

"just say you like looking at me. don't be so stubborn." he continues to tease you.

but you have to admit, he does have the prettiest eyes you have ever seen.

"how can you just say these things so easily?" you question, looking up from the photobook.

"what if i can say it because it's true?".

you blink.

"i feel so bad for gwen and harry. they must have a hard time dealing with you."

harry and gwen have been peter's closest friends since middle school, and peter's only other friends.

"you're the only one i'm like this with."

"so what? you're really in love with me?" you can't tell if this is some sick joke peter's doing, or if he's actually serious.

"absolutely. head. over. heels."

"so, you wouldn't mind if i do this?" you held his hand. "what? hold my hand? you already do that in the hallways so you wouldn't get lost."

you nod, "but you're blushing."

peter face was blank. his cheeks grew red.

"you there? you talk so confidently for someone who can't do the same things you tease me with."

"... you're. terrible."

"you were actually being serious?"

"terribly serious, ladybug."

"ladybug?"

"you'll get it."

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bettysupremacy · 6 months

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I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

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pinkhoodi · 7 months

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pop princess !

✎ᝰ — spider boys with a gf who’s a popstar !

♡⃕ — tasm!peter parker, ffh!peter parker x popstar!fem!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warning: fluff + peter is a major fan girl, mention of anxiety, failure, insecurity. lemme know if i missed anything !

♡⃕ — a/n: this includes andrew garfield and tom holland’s spiderman !

꒰ TASM!PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ at first peter was doubtful of dating a pop star, especially being a simple nobody in his high school. just a boy with his camera but now he’s in front of the camera. don’t get me wrong, peter is more than thrilled to be dating you but he’s dating you. thee famous y/n, everyone’s favorite pop girl, star girl that has little girls dreaming

Ꮺ but also the lights, camera, the attention can be quite overwhelming and he will take a minute to adjust from all this. though, you won't always ask him to attend every event and he doesn’t mind attending attending every event so there

Ꮺ cause of his lowkey nature, you try to keep the relationship discreet. you would rather not have your fans swarm at peter’s door or harass him constantly at school

Ꮺ out in the public, you two would wear some type of covering so paparazzi or fans cannot tell who you both are

Ꮺ he’s try very very very hard to be your supportive boyfriend and attend every concert, every showing, every fan meet, any and everything. but being spiderman, and a high school student, he won’t always be at your hip at all times. If he can’t, he’ll send you a text that he won’t be there and send words of encouragement

Ꮺ during his duties as spiderman, if he’s not too busy, he’ll swing through the city until he reaches the venue of your concert. he’ll take a seating on the roof of it and sing along to your words, it’s not the best view but hey, it beats missing your girlfriend’s concert

Ꮺ on the roof, peter snaps some pictures of your concert and prints them off at home. he’ll hang them up on the wall above his desk, along with the many other cute pictures of just you

Ꮺ strangely enough, when you two are out on the red carpets, reporters ask about your views on spiderman. some even ship you with the masked vigilante and you just laugh it off

Ꮺ when you’re not around, he’ll sing some of your songs but definitely won’t tell you. he knows how much of a tease you can be and jokingly calls him your number one fan. of course, that title he won’t deny

Ꮺ whenever you’re at peter’s home, you play a cd of your unreleased songs or demos. you two would just sit and listen to them in peace or he’ll learn the lyrics to sing along. you always give him a copy of the cd before you go home

Ꮺ of course peter has backstage pass to your concerts so he’s usually chilling there until the show starts. he’s there to compliment your outfits, help you go over your setlist, and of course take many pictures of his beautiful pop princess

Ꮺ when things get overwhelming, you go to his home and just rant. you lay on his bed and just talk until you can’t no more, while peter sits and listens to you rant, he’ll rub your back or the top of your head. he would study how your body fluctuates as you vent, for future reference. he would silence sit in for a while than talk you through what is bothering you. whether it would be the lack of privacy, the expectations from fans, fear of failure, insecurities, etc., peter will advise well on how to handle them all. well, at least most of them

Ꮺ if the both of you are not too busy, you would bring him to your studio and show him your song-making process. it’s a very special and private place for you and why not show your loving, supportive boyfriend ?

Ꮺ he would ask questions here and there but for the rest of the time being, he’s quiet. peter would watch you write the lyrics and create a melody, he would watch you scribble and scratch in your journal as he sat across from you

Ꮺ if you appear to become frustrated, he silently hug you and asks if you want a break. he would take you on a walk, and ask more about the song to help you piece it together. sometimes you guys would stop for food, talk more about the song, and figure out what direction you wanted to go for

Ꮺ though, you don’t always have the energy to talk about songs so you would rather chat about your daily life. peter would update you on aunt may and you would tell him about your latest crazy fan experience

Ꮺ if he doesn’t have any advice, he will tell you words of encouragement. he would tell you how proud he is, how far you came, that you’re in control of who you are and not the public. he would remind you of the real you, the raw, organic y/n that he knows and loves. but also reminds me of how happy you look to be on stage or shooting in magazines as the world’s pop princess

Ꮺ speaking of, every shoot that you do for magazines, best believe peter would have every collection. sometime he’ll try to read it in class and some people speculated that he was a fan girl cause there’s no way that every issue always includes you on the front. that’s odd parker, very odd

꒰ PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ your biggest, BIGGEST fan. he’s got all your merch, your cds, you’re his wallpaper. literally he couldn’t be more proud to the boyfriend of everyone’s pop girl, y/n l/n

Ꮺ peter is singing your songs, loudly and bad, posting your new song on his socials, the whole nine yards. I wouldn’t say he’s staying up to listen to your new song but he does learn the lyrics to impress you

Ꮺ I would say your relationship is discreet but not too lowkey ?? like ned and mj knows about the two of you but also you post peter from time to time. If not, then you two would usually hint about the relationship but not give too much information

Ꮺ on red carpet events, peter is recording you from the first step ‘til you hit inside the venue. he’s complimenting and hyping you up, fixing any small details like a loose lash or a small wrinkle on your dress

Ꮺ as bad of a fangirl he is for you, he might be even worse for other celebrities he meets. listen, he is a teenage boy from queens, did he expect to meet gwen stefani or rihanna ? rihannna ? he’s passed out on the floor at this point. if you see one of his favorite musicians, drag him the other way….

Ꮺ now, not all the time he can attend due to his school and his duties as spiderman. but he is sending words of encouragement to fulfill his presence

Ꮺ peter would be starstruck every time he’s out with you. no he’s still not used to being in your dressing room filled with priceless jewelry, clothes that must cost hundreds, and accessories that are so unique and made just for you to wear. it’s like he’s stepped into a popstar’s bubble and very scared to touch

Ꮺ I feel like peter would refuse to believe he’s dating thee pop girl, y/n. like he knows he’s dating you but has he accepted it? let’s just say he still pinches himself every time you text him, ya know, to make sure he’s not dreaming

Ꮺ secretly peter has a playlist of just your songs and only your songs. he wouldn’t allow you to see since he would feel embarrassed but ned and mj are for sure teasing him about it

Ꮺ like the other peter, he would have every single issue of your magazine covers. he doesn’t care if they’re small articles of your latest look, he is reading it !

Ꮺ between class times, he would try to watch clips of your interview and blush over how cute you look. certain questions would have him a tad bit concerned but he knows you can handle it well

Ꮺ throughout the day, peter would ask if you’re doing okay, mentally and physically. he understands how draining it is to be well-known in the public eye, especially in the age of social media. If you say no, he’ll stop by your place and comfort you with what is bothering you. also, please don’t lie to him about how you’re feeling cause his spider senses will tell him

♡⃕ lately I’ve been listening to music from the 2000s and it makes me wish to be a pop girl in the 2000s saurrrrr bad. omg-

♡⃕ it doesn’t help that one of my fave shows was hannah montana. the pop princess FRRRR

♡⃕ ngl, tasm peter was VERYYYYY hannah montana coded. I’m sawry she’s like my pop girl inspo 😞

♡⃕ I felt like I kinda didn’t do my best with tom holland peter parker ngl 😭

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: romans 8:26

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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Join Me...

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1500+

I have looked at this gif maybe over a hundred times. And every time I’m looking somewhere different. This beautiful man. What it would be like to shower with him. Which is what I got here ;) I hope you guys enjoy this! And as always, let me know what you think!! xox

The door to your apartment opens up and you glance over your shoulder to see Peter walking inside. "Hey, handsome," you greet him from your spot on the couch.

He tosses his keys onto the table while toeing his shoes off. "Hey, honey," Peter mumbles while walking towards you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him with a pout, leaning your head against the back of the couch.

Peter nods his head and lays his hands on your shoulders. He softly massages you while leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "Just a long day," he sighs against your skin.

One of your hands rests on top of his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. "Can I do anything?" You question with a soft smile.

He shrugs his shoulders and walks around the couch, sitting down beside you. Peter lays his head onto your lap and a frown comes to your lips. You comb your fingers through his hair, keeping your eyes on him as he watches the show playing on TV.

"Jus' wanna be with you," he mumbles while fiddling with the fabric of your leggings.

Your heart flutters in your chest as Peter places light kisses on your thighs. "I've got nothing planned tonight so I'm all yours," you tell him, pushing his hair back a bit.

He shifts his body so he's laying on his back, his head turning to look up at you. "I love you so much," Peter whispers loud enough for you to hear.

A smile graces your lips and your thumbs stroke his cheeks. "I love you too, Peter. With all of my heart," you proclaim before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

He turns his body towards you and nuzzles his face into your abdomen. You giggle softly as he wraps his long arms around your waist. "Would you marry me?" He mumbles against your stomach.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you try to lean back to see his face. "What?" You ask him, wondering if you heard him correctly.

Peter removes his face from your stomach and smiles nervously at you. "I-I asked if you would ever marry me?" He repeats himself, causing your heart to beat a million miles per minute.

You gulp and nod your head. "Y-Yeah, I would," you whisper out. "You don't plan to ask me right now, do you?"

He shakes his head and you let out a sigh of relief. Peter sits up and rests his head on your shoulder. "We just moved in together. Let's take one big step at a time," he jokes with you.

"I agree," you giggle. "But, when the time comes, I'd be glad to marry you."

Peter hooks his fingers under your chin, lifting your face slightly before kissing you softly. You deepen the kiss instantly, bringing your hands to his face. His hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you onto his lap.

Your forehead rests against his as his tongue darts past your lips. A moan slips from your lips and the kiss gets heated. You breathe heavily when you pull away from him and you keep your eyes shut.

"You are the best thing that's happened in my life," Peter confesses to you, his hands slipping under the shirt you're wearing.

Tears pool along your waterline and you flutter your eyes open. "You're going to make me cry," you mumble softly, bringing a hand to your face.

Peter hugs you to his chest and mumbles a string of apologies. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to make you cry," he mentions as you tug on the ends of his hair. "They're happy tears, yeah?"

You release a chuckle and nod your head, sniffling a bit. "Yes, of course. You make me so happy," you mutter before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"I gotta take a shower," Peter says with a light sigh. He taps your hips a couple of times, motioning for you to slide off of him. You slide back into your seat as Peter pushes himself off the couch. "You can join me if you want."

Your cheeks blush and you shake your head, giving him a shy smile. "I'm good, baby. You go ahead," you tell him while rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiles softly at you and nods his head. Peter disappears into your shared room and you tilt your head back. Why do you have to be like that? You ask yourself before grabbing your phone off of the coffee table.

You dial your friend's number after hearing the shower turn on. You sandwich the device between your shoulder and ear, listening to the rings.

"Hey, darling," your best friend, Hayley, greets you and you immediately groan. "What happened?"

"Peter asked me if I wanted to shower with him," you say into the phone, keeping your eyes on the open bedroom door. "Well, he didn't ask but he said that I could join him if I wanted."

A noise comes through the receiver and you furrow your brows, pulling the phone back a bit. "And you said no?!"

"I-I've never showered with him before! He's never actually seen me naked before," you panic slightly.

"How is that possible? You two have sex, and you both live together now," Hayley mentions and you can hear the confusion in her voice.

"Yeah, but we have sex with the lights off and I wake up before him," you explain to her. "I don't want him to think I don't want to be intimate, I'm just… nervous about it."

Hayley lets out a sigh as you fumble with the hem of your shirt. "Babe, that man is so infatuated with you. I think you should try it! Face your fears! It's only Peter," she does her best to reassure you.

You nod your head and stand up from the couch. "I got this. I'm gonna go in there and surprise him," you hype yourself up.

"Yes, girl! Let me know the details," Hayley giggles and you roll your eyes playfully.

"I will. I'll see you tomorrow," you mention before the two of you bid each other goodbye.

You walk into your bedroom and toss your phone onto your mattress. You release a deep breath before undressing, tossing the dirty clothes into the hamper. You walk towards the bathroom, the sound of the shower getting louder.

It's just Peter. You remind yourself while trailing your fingertips along your hips. You walk into the bathroom before slowly opening the door to the shower.

Your heart pounds against your chest when your eyes meet his. Peter smiles down at you before his gaze trails down your body. "Hi, honey," he greets you while stepping to the side, allowing you to step in.

"H-Hey," you stutter nervously and step into the shower. The warm water sprays your back as Peter's hands rest on your hips.

"You changed your mind, I see," he chuckles and kisses your forehead. You hum and nod your head, avoiding Peter's gaze. He hooks a finger under your jaw before lifting your head. "Honey, you don't need to be nervous. If you aren't comfortable staying here with me, you can leave. Don't let me pressure you into doing something you're not ready for."

You swallow the lump in your throat as tears come to your eyes. Peter's fingers gently stroke your cheekbone and you lean into his touch. "I love you so much, Pete," you sigh while hugging him.

He kisses the top of your head, gliding his hands up and down your back. "I love you, honey," he mumbles into your wet hair.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you tilt your head up, looking into his honey-brown eyes. Peter smiles fondly at you, moving one of his hands back to your face. You lean on your toes carefully and press your lips against his.

He moans into the kiss and cups one of your cheeks. Peter's tongue glides across your lower lip, begging for entrance. A gasp escapes your lips when his free hand squeezes your ass cheek, surprising you.

His tongue slips into your mouth, deepening the kiss while carefully turning your body. The coolness of the shower wall connects with your back, causing your breath to hitch.

Peter's hands move to your chest and he abruptly pulls back. Both of you breathe heavily as he wets his lips. "Can I touch you here?" He asks in a whisper, feeling his thumbs toying with your nipples.

"P-Please," you stutter as your eyes flutter shut. Peter kisses your bare shoulder before he gently pinches your nipples. You let out a breathy moan, leaning your head against the wall. "Fuck, Peter."

He grins against your skin and bites down gently, earning another moan from you. "So responsive," he smirks while trailing his lips towards the middle of your chest. "I know I started this, but having sex in the shower is extremely dangerous."

You couldn't help but laugh at his statement and you open your eyes to look at him. "Should've thought that before playing with my nipples," you joke with him, your cheeks blushing as his strokes on your breasts continue.

"Can't help it, honey. You're just… I can never get enough of you," he nuzzles his face into your neck, his hands moving to rest on your lower back.

Your fingers comb through his wet hair and place a kiss on his shoulder. "Well, we should probably wash up and then we can continue this in the bedroom."

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You’re Not My Spiderman - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (Part 9/?)

Summary: After a strange incident involving a light in an alley, you encounter Spiderman, only to realise… he’s not your Spiderman.

Warnings: NWH spoilers, and it’s confusing keeping track of names and so much dialogue, I’m sorry i tried to break it up a bit :/

Words: 1.6K

A/N: y’all are in for something :)

“Okay so, uh... Connors, Marko, Dillon, and um…” Peter-of-this-world hesitated. He set aside the cure for Goblin. “Uh, look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others…”

“Oh, I got Connors,” identical-but-older-Peter said cockily. “I’ve already cured him once, so no big deal.” Everyone looked at him – you even added a raised eyebrow. “What? It’s no big deal.”

“I think I can make an anti-serum for Doctor Osborn,” youth-pastor-Peter said. “Been thinking about it a long time.”

You noticed Peter’s hesitance, as did youth-pastor-Peter.

“We gotta heal all of ‘em, right?” youth-pastor-Peter said quietly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter-of-this-world mumbled.

You looked at him for a moment before turning to face your Peter.

“Is Doctor Connors the–”

“Lizard?” Peter interjected. “Yeah. But the other Peter has it covered, so…”

He shrugged, and you looked over at the other three Peters, watching them work. They all had similar mannerisms, and they all seemed to be working hard. Your Peter gave your hand a squeeze before going over to talk to identical-but-older-Peter. After a moment you walked over to youth-pastor-Peter.

“Hi,” he said softly after you’d been watching him work for a few moments.

“Um… hi,” you replied, equally as soft.

Youth-pastor-Peter looked up from his work, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked over to Peter rather than replying. He was looking at identical-but-older-Peter intently, listening to him talk. Just the sight of him made your chest squeeze. Youth-pastor-Peter looked over in the direction you were looking, and he smiled sadly.

“You don’t wanna leave him, huh?”

You shook your head sadly.

“Peter!” Ned called.

All four heads swivelled in his direction.

“Yeah?” they all said at once. “Oh, sorry. Did you mean-”

They all pointed at each other.

“Peter, Peter?” Ned tried.

“We’re all called Peter,” they all said again.

“Peter Parker?”

“Same again…” youth-pastor-Peter and Peter-of-this-world said.

“We’re all Peter Parker,” your Peter and identical-but-older-Peter said.

“It’s uh... the computer!” Ned said.

Peter-of-this-world got up and looked at the computer, before nodding.

“I’m done,” he said.

“Me too,” identical-but-older-Peter said, holding his cure in his hand. “Okay, so now all we gotta do is lure these guys some place, right? Try to cure them while they try to kill us, and then send them home.”

Send them home. And the rest of you. You would all go home and… and you may never see Peter again. You really didn’t want to think about that.

After a few more words and the creation of a plan, Ned created a portal, and the four Spidermen stepped through. You went to follow, when identical-but-older-Peter stopped you.

“Hey… this might not be safe for you,” he said gently.

You raised an eyebrow and raised your flame-wreathed hand. Identical-but-older-Peter took a step back in surprise, but shrugged.

“I was wrong, continue,” he said, gesturing for you to go through the circle.

You gave him a grin before walking through, and onto the Statue of Liberty. All four Spidermen took off, and you rolled your eyes as you had to walk through all of the scaffolding to reach them.

“Thanks for leaving me behind, you guys,” you muttered, kicking a bucket that had been left up there.

The four Spidermen began talking, and you watched them interact, choosing to stay silent. You wished there was another way, but when Peter-of-this-world sent everyone back to their own worlds… you wouldn’t see your Peter. You weren’t entirely sure how you two would ever see each other again. Strange would probably tell you to not mess with the Multiverse, and you’d never see him again. The thought alone was enough to make you want to cry.

And then they started talking about the villains they’d fought. Peter-of-this-world mentioned Thanos, and your eyes shuttered briefly.

You hadn’t wanted to tell anyone that Tony was still alive in your universe. You didn’t want to hurt anyone by letting them know that even though in this world he was dead, in your world he was perfectly fine.

All at once, all four Spidermen turned their heads. You followed their gaze, when suddenly, a man crackling with golden electricity appeared.

The fight was a tough one. Sand and electricity swirled around the statue you fought on. You didn’t want to hurt any of the villains, not really, and the Spidermen seemed to have no idea how to work as a team. They were crashing into each other and causing hindrances for themselves and you. Eventually you all ended up on the scaffolding.

“What the hell is going on out there?” youth-pastor-Peter yelled, pulling you to your feet after you’d bene knocked down.

“I keep yelling at you,” identical-but-older-Peter said. “Peter-Two, Peter-Two, Peter-Two–”

“I know, but I thought you were Peter-Two!” youth-pastor-Peter exclaimed.

“What?! I’m not Peter-Two!” identical-but-older-Peter responded. “He’s Peter-Two!”

Identical-but-older-Peter pointed at your Peter.

“I am not–”

“Stop arguing! All of you! Listen to Peter-One!” Peter-of-this-world yelled.

“I didn’t say shit,” you muttered.

“Look, we’re clearly not very good at this!” Peter-of-this-world (now Peter-One) stated. There were a few agreements, and the other Peters confessed they had no idea how to work in a team.

“Well, I do! I have been in a team, okay?” Peter-One said. “I don’t want to brag, but I will. I was in The Avengers.”

You rolled your eyes slightly. He was definitely bragging.

“The Avengers?” youth-pastor-Peter exclaimed. “That’s great! What is that?”

Peter-One cocked his head in confusion.

“Wait. You don’t have The Avengers? “ he asked.

“Is that a band? Are you in a band?” identical-but-older-Peter asked interestedly.

“Every time!” you exclaimed. “They don’t have the Avengers! It’s weird.”

“Wait, really?” Peter-One asked.

“Yep,” your Peter said. “I asked if it was a band, too.”

A bolt of electricity cracked amid the sandstorm you were all stuck within.

“How’s this helping?!” youth-pastor-Peter cried.

“Look, it’s not important!” Peter-One said. “All we gotta do is focus, trust your tingle, and coordinate our attacks, okay?”

You refrained from saying ‘I told you so’ to your Peter. It was a tingle.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s pick one target,” your Peter said.

“We take them off the board one at a time,” identical-but-older-Peter said with a nod.

“Now you got it!” Peter-One exclaimed. “Okay, Peter-One–” he said, pointing to himself – “Peter-Two–” he said, pointing to youth-pastor-Peter – “Peter-Three–” he pointed to identical-but-older-Peter – “and Peter-Four.” He pointed to your Peter. “And Y/n.”

Everyone repeated their names (except you, because there was no need), and then you were off, fighting the battle. You saved MJ and Ned from the lizard-thing, but then got knocked off the statue. Your Peter webbed you, and you were able to get back onto the scaffolding. You ran around and up to the top where everyone was fighting.

Doctor Strange appeared, but before you could talk to him, the Goblin blew up his box thing. You felt a strange sense of relief as the box blew up – that meant that you and Peter could stay together. But you still had a job to do.

Eventually, all of the villains were cured. Peter-Three caught MJ when she fell off the building, and he seemed to have a bit of a moment. You all rushed down to the bottom, where Peter-One was attacking the Goblin. Peter-Two stopped him from killing the guy, but got stabbed in the process. Peter-Three threw the cure at Peter-One, and Peter-One cured the Goblin.

You and your Peter rushed over to Peter-Two as Peter-One knelt down beside him.

“Are you okay?” Peter-Three asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been stabbed before,” Peter-Two said casually.

“Oh, good. Good, good, good,” you muttered, kneeling beside him to assess his stab wound.

“Is that – am I dead? Is that real?” Peter-Two asked, looking upwards.

You cast your gaze up to the sky, where it was falling apart. You could see glowing white figures within the cracks in the sky. Peter-One swung himself up to talk to Doctor Strange.

“Yeah, that’s real,” Peter-Three said in slight awe.

“It’s just a flesh wound,” you said with a sigh. “You need to apply pressure.”

You all looked up at the sky as Doctor Strange began a new spell. Orange sparks crackled through the sky, and you watched it all unfold. Peter-One made his way over to you all.

“I – this is it, I think,” he said. “You – you’re all going home.”

You felt your heart drop. You looked to your Peter to see him already staring at you. He turned his attention back to Peter-One, and all the Spidermen shared a heart-felt hug. Peter-One swung away, and your Peter was immediately at your side. Tears filled your eyes, and they began to stream down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” you sobbed.

Tears fell down Peter’s face as he pulled you into a close embrace.

“I’ll find you again,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’ll find you. I promise.”

You cried harder into his chest. He pulled away to look at your face, his eyes moving quickly, as if he was trying to memorise everything about you. You did the same, attempting to burn his image into your mind. His soft curls falling over his face; his eyes, brown and comforting; his lips, his jaw, his cheeks. He leant in quickly and kissed you, the tears on your cheeks mingling.

“I’m sorry we didn’t have more time,” Peter whispered when he pulled away.

“Me too,” you hiccupped.

You rested your foreheads against each other, your hands cupping each other's faces. When the edges of Peter began to shimmer and fade, a final tear rolled down your cheek. You closed your eyes and felt him disappear.

Felt a part of yourself disappear, too.

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only-angel-28 · 8 months

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masterlist!!

theodore nott

harry potter

tasm: peter parker

conrad fisher: tsitp

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stvrlitsky · 6 months

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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

#daddies fr #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #kaz brekker x reader #jj maybank x reader #five hargreaves x reader #percy jackson x reader #tasm!peter x reader #remus lupin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #aaron warner x reader #finnick odair x reader #female reader #y/n #x reader

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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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ficmotel · 2 months

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“i want smut” “ i want hurt/comfort” — but what if i said i want the most heartbreaking angst followed by fluffy ass comfort followed by hot ass make up sex all rolled into one fic

#i want it all #make my heart break #then put it back together #then make it do flips #i know its a lot lmao #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #spencer reid x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #theodore nott x reader #draco x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x y/n

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spiderfunkz · 4 months

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spending new years with peter parker . . . where you'd have a small family dinner with peter & may. where you'd show up early to help may set up the table, and so peter can spend more time with you. where he'd wrap his arms around your waist while you arrange the plates and utensils, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he whispers things to you, his voice tickling you.

spending new years with peter parker . . . where may would share embarrassing stories of peter when he was a kid at the dinner table, giving you more stuff to 'blackmail' peter with later. you laugh, almost choking on your beans as peters face turns bright red.

spending new years with peter parker . . . where when everyone's distracted by the countdown happening on tv, peter takes you for a night swing to the empire state building so you can see the fireworks from times square from a nice view. where he'd hold your waist gently so you don't trip over.

where you would look up at the fireworks awe, counting down the numbers in your head. where as peter would stare at you in awe instead of the fireworks, where he'd recall all the memories he has spent with you throughout the year, wondering on how he got so lucky.

spending new years with peter parker . . . where he'd give you a big hug & kiss when the countdown ends, his kisses so full of love it smudges your lipstick, leaving kiss marks all over his face. where he'd tease you with a cheesy joke like, "was that your first kiss since last year?"

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parkerpeter24 · 4 months

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quiet temptations

pairing ➳ tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

word count ➳ 2.3k

warnings ➳ SMUT. characters are 18+ and MINORS DNI. this contains depictions of fingering, oral (m recieving). fluff, peter being sweet but also horny-

summary ➳ you’re awfully quiet but peter can’t seem to take that.

“is everything alright?” peter mumbled as he laid beside you. your back was to him, his arm wrapped around you, “you’re not talking.”

the bed you were laying on was warm, a thin blanket over the sheets because you got extra cold during the winters and a quilt that covered you and peter both. your fingers danced against the wall adjacent to the bed, feeling the cold plaster contrasting peter’s own fingertips that danced on your waist, under your sweatshirt.

“you gonna talk?” he placed a kiss on your hair that was loosely tucked behind your ear, making it fall over your eyes. chuckling when he heard you groan and push the lock of hair back in its original place, “so.. no?”

you sighed softly.

“that’s alright.” peter responded, feeling as if he was just talking to himself now, “we don’t need to talk if you don’t want to.”

the sound of your hum was accompanied by peter’s hand gliding under your sweatshirt and caressing your stomach. he was careful, as if you were made up of glass, watching out for any signs of refusal on your face but your features looked solemn, unchanging.

he sighed, not being able to hold in his concern, “alright, just nod if everything is okay…”

he waited for you and surely you did nod after a few seconds, making peter’s worries dissipate.

“what’s gotten you so quiet?” he tried to get you to talk, his fingers taking a detour from trailing upwards, making contact with the elastic hem of your sweatpants– which originally belonged to him, “‘cause one way or another, i’m gonna hear that pretty voice.”

you felt your face heat up but peter still didn’t notice any change in your expression. if he couldn’t see the blinking of your eyes and sense changing breathing pattern, he’d have assumed you were asleep.

“at least tell me you want this.” he mumbled into your neck, pressing his lips against your exposed skin.

“yeah.” you mumbled and peter wasted no time in sliding his hand under the fabric of your lower, arm holding your body against him. you let out a soft breath as his fingers travelled lower. his middle finger slid your panties to the side before making contact with the skin. he pressed soft kisses to your neck before his nimble finger delved into your folds.

a leg pressed between both of yours, parting your thighs as he nestled a warm hand against your sex.

you let out a soft sound, clutching onto the quilt. his finger sank deeper until he found the earliest bit of your arousal and pulled it out, wanting to spread the wetness everywhere.

his finger travelled up to your clit, circling around it and you bit your lip when he fucked it back into you, knuckle deep. he groaned softly, loving the way your muscles almost clenched his finger.

he repeated his actions a few more times until you couldn’t hold back the soft needy moans that he beyond waited to hear. you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your neck before he sucked that spot, soothing the sting from the bite.

you moaned when he curled his finger, trying to search for a spot that would make your sounds louder. his finger dipped into you inch by inch every time, showing he was in no hurry.

peter’s arm was strongly keeping you pressed against himself as you started to arch your back. he could tell you were getting needy but he wished to hear something from you– even though he was loving the musical moans you were letting out.

he pressed his ring finger into the mix, adding it when he pumped them into you the next time. his face pressed further into your hair when you tried to get away. he could tell you needed more– you were writhing, trying to grind your hips into his already hard cock– but he kept going at the slowest pace he could. one brush of his fingers against your most intimate spot and your lips parted in a loud gasp.

you tried to arch your back which only led to peter’s arm pressing harder against your abdomen. his lips were pressed together, letting out soft hums which accompanied each one of your moans as if encouraging you.

he pulled out both his fingers, fucking in again and then back out and in again until it became a faster rhythm. squelching sounds filled the mostly silent room as his leg parted yours even further.

peter rolled his fingers into you continuously, the heel of his palm nudging against your clit which had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “pete-” you gasped, “m-more.”

the desperation in your voice made peter grind into your ass. his fingers fucked you faster, holding your legs apart, curling them into you just right until you were jutting your hips, chasing your high.

“good girl.” peter mumbled, “keep it up, baby.”

his fingers moved continuously in and out of you. he could tell you were close with the way you clenched his fingers, however before the coil in your abdomen burst, his fingers pulled out of you, a soft wet sound following it– completely opposite to the loud whine that left your mouth.

“oh my god- why’d you stop?!”

“now you wanna talk?” he mumbled into your hair.

you felt your cheeks heating up further than they were. you hid your face into the pillow, but peter wasn’t letting that happen. he tugged at your chin with his free hand, “oh, baby. trust me, i want you to cum.”

you whined, biting your lip softly at his dirty words. you wondered if peter came prepared for this because no other day would you have expected such filthy words escaping his lips. he’d never done so before in all the times you two were intimate.

he turned you around gently, slowly pressing his forehead against yours as he brought up his fingers to his own lips, sucking them clean. he moaned at the taste as his tongue swirled around the digits, sending a wave of shivers up your spine and arousal to your core.

the second his fingers were released from between his soft, warm lips, your own pair replaced them, tasting remnants of yourself on his lips. you moaned softly, pressing your chest up against his.

“want you.” you breathed out heavily.

peter only shook his head, “not until you tell me what’s with the silence.”

“huh-” your brows pulled together in confusion, “you’re really not gonna-”

“first you tell me what happened.” he pecked your lips once, twice, and a few more times.

you sighed, pursing your lips as you tried to formulate what to say to him– or rather how.

when peter saw you struggle, opening your mouth and then closing it, he brushed a thumb against your cheek, “it’s okay, you should take your time.”

you nodded, feeling the warmth of his hand transfer to your cheek as your eyes met. his chocolate brown eyes swam with what you could identify as pure adoration.

“until then…” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss you.

soft at first, it escalated when he brushed his tongue past your lips, quickly finding yours in a slow yet passionate dance. peter pressed you against the mattress, handling the covers to stay over your bodies.

he wasted no time in moving his lips to your neck, hands going to hold your thighs apart as his thumb now brushed against your clothed thigh, kneading gently as his teeth nipped at your collarbone.

you gasped softly, letting him do as he pleased with you. as you held the back of his head with one hand, the soft, brunette sea of hair engulfed your fingers.

peter moved his hands to the hem of your sweatshirt, wasting no time in sliding it up past your chest, careful enough that you weren’t exposed to the coldness of the room. he dived under the quilt, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, the other being knead in the palm of his fingers.

you gasped as peter’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves, your stomach flush against his torso.

you could feel his lips curl into a smirk before he switched, rolling your sensitive left nipple between his slender fingers as he licked and pulled the right one in his mouth.

you were getting fidgety, squirming under peter as he felt your grip tighten on his locks, not enough to hurt. he moaned against your skin, placing a few kisses right under your breast, moving lower, now seeming in a hurry.

“pete-” you almost pleaded, finding your voice breathy.

his hands travelled under the pair of sweatpants, making quick work of sliding them down as he traced your thighs, down to your knees before you felt the material slide off you.

you lifted the quilt slightly, just wanting to get a glimpse of peter. the few rays of light that touched him weren’t fast enough to warn you as his lips pressed to the wet patch over your panties. you gasped and threw your head back.

you felt peter’s hot breath and the muffled sound of his moan from under the blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, diving deeper as his nose pressed against your clit, the fabric thick enough to make you grit your teeth, wanting his lips and tongue on you.

maybe peter heard the clenching of your teeth or the way that your hand found home in the tufts of his hair again but he was eagerly pushing down the material past your legs throwing it down to the floor.

you felt peter’s forearms lift your thighs as he shuffled closer to your core, licking up a bold stripe across your folds. your back arched but peter’s grip was keeping you against him.

for a moment you heard him groan as he retracted, “what’s wrong?” you breathed out, supporting yourself up on your elbows.

you almost laughed when his hand creeped out from under the quilt, holding his fogged up glasses out for you to take. with a chuckle, you held the frame between your fingers, quickly placing them to the bedside table.

as you laid your back against the bed, peter was quick to wrap his lips around your clit. you let out a moan as he licked and sucked on the bundle of nerves.

he held onto your thighs, keeping you firm against his lips as he explored the very intimate part of you. his tongue darted out, poking at your entrance, but not giving you enough time to notice that as he slid the muscle deeper against your walls.

you moaned, pressing a hand over your mouth to muffle the lewdest sound you’ve ever made. the bridge of his nose poked against your clit and peter only pressed deeper as his tongue delved in and out of you. it seemed as if he would see no tomorrow if he stopped making out with your dripping hole.

you arched your back, “pete- oh god-”

you felt him hum against you, sending your jaw drop open as you finally felt the pleasure crash all over your body. your toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. you could swear this was the hardest you’d ever come before as goosebumps covered your arms.

you let out a sigh as peter helped you ride out your high, keeping up his ministrations. finally stopping, he placed a soft kiss over your clit, sending your body flinching at the action.

when peter climbed out from under the blanket, surely he looked like he needed to clean up. his chin dripping with your arousal and forehead all sweaty from being so long under the warm quilt.

“you need to wash your face.” you chuckled, brushing back a few locks of hair that were sticking to his forehead.

“and you need to tell me what’s wrong.” he mumbled and you sat up, adjusting your sweatshirt back down.

“it’s nothing-”

“and don’t you dare say it’s nothing.” he sat up as well, beside you, wiping mouth with the sleeve of his shirt– that thing was going in the washing machine the second this conversation was over.

“it’s… just… exams and stuff. you know how anxious i get.” you sighed.

“i know… but you don’t have to! there’s still a week left before-”

“okay, that may seem like a long time but trust me, it’s not.” you looked up at him, meeting the brown eyes that held concern, “i’m sorry, i… i was just overwhelmed. didn’t feel like talking.” you almost pouted, making peter pull you against his chest as he hugged you. you in turn wrapped your arms around his waist.

“trust me, i know how stressful exams can be. but it’s nothing you haven’t been through before.” he placed a soft kiss against your hair, making you hug him even tighter, “you got this, beautiful.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. easy for you to say.”

he chuckled, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’re like, i don’t know, the smartest guy of our whole generation.” you mumbled against his shoulder.

peter shrugged at that comment, “hey, even i watch youtube videos for help sometimes.”

“yeah, but you grasp every concept so quickly, like you don’t even have to try.” you looked up at him, blinking when you realised how that must have sounded, “...that was supposed to be a compliment.”

“you’re adorable.” peter chuckled, “how about we study together? i’ll make a time table; and don’t worry, it’s not going to be super chaotic, just a simple time table; and we can figure it out together. how’s that sound?”

you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell at the amount of his care, “sounds perfect.”

his smile mirrored yours, “thanks for telling me.”

you gave him a grin.

“now since i told you, can we fuc-”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣

hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3

cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k

Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.

“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.

“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.

“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”

Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.

You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.

“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.

“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.

“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.

“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.

“Oh whatev—hmph!”

Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.

The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.

“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.

“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.

“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”

You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.

“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”

“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”

May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.

“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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New Beginnings

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3000+

Hello! How are you, lovelies?? I’m back with another Peter fic. I found a tik tok about Andrew going back to his universe after the events of NWH and I wanted to write something on it. I didn’t expect it to be this long, but I hope you guys like it! xox

"Peter Parker?" Your teacher calls out while looking around the classroom. You do the same, finding it a bit strange that he hasn't been in class for almost three days. She sighs and marks him absent before moving on to the next student.

It's not like Peter to miss class more than once. Sure, he'll come in late a few times from lack of sleep but he's never not shown up.

For the rest of the class you find yourself not being able to focus on the material in front of you, but on the fact that Peter's practically missing and no one's doing anything.

As soon as you're released from your physics class, you make your way toward Peter's dorm building. You hug your books to your chest as you walk into the large building, sifting through the crowd of people in the lobby area.

You stand on your toes, finding the RA for this building. "Excuse me!" You call out to her, watching her head spin around.

"Me?" She asks and you nod your head with a small smile.

"Hi, sorry. I was just wondering if you've seen Peter Parker the past couple of days?" You ask her while tapping your fingers against the textbook in your hands.

The brunette tilts her head and hums in response. "Hm, I don't think so. I'm sure he's just holed up in his room. Midterms are coming," she reminds you.

You bite your lip and release a deep breath. "Well, the thing is that he's been missing his classes. Do you have an extra key to his room? I just want to make sure he's okay," you tell her with warm cheeks.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Technically, I'm not allowed to do that," she mutters with a sorry look on her face. "Are you his girlfriend?"

Your heart leaps in your chest at the assumption, and you decide to play the part. "Yeah, I am. I'm really worried about him. He hasn't been returning any of my calls," you lie to her.

She looks around quickly and breathes out a sigh. "Okay, I'll let you in but you can't tell anyone," she warns you and you nod your head vigorously.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise. Thank you so much," you whisper and follow her towards the elevator.

The two of you stand beside one another in silence as the elevator takes you up to the third floor. When the doors open up, the RA walks out first. You silently follow her, peeking into a couple of open dorm rooms.

She stops at room 321 before she takes her keys out of her pocket. "I hope your boyfriend is okay. He seems like a good kid," she mentions while opening the door.

You nod your head and walk into the room, thanking her again for doing this. As soon as she walks away you close the door. You move further into the room before setting your books on his desk.

"Alright, Peter," you mumble to yourself while glancing around. A series of photos are attached to his wall and you cross your arms over your chest while moving closer.

A frown comes to your lips at the sight of him being intimate with a blonde woman. You chew on your lip and tear your gaze away from the wall.

You spend twenty minutes searching for a single clue on Peter's whereabouts and you've got nothing. You run your fingers through your hair, noticing the sun beginning to go down.

"I should get home before it's too dark," you mention, grabbing your textbooks before heading towards the door.

When you go to wrap your hand around the doorknob, you notice it starting to turn. A gasp leaves your lips and you start to panic a little bit. You freeze in your spot as Peter appears on the other side of the door.

He stops in his tracks at the sight of you and furrows his brows. "Uh, hi?"

"H-Hi," you stutter. Your heart pounds against your chest as he steps into the room before shutting the door.

"So, you're the girlfriend I just heard about?" Peter chuckles awkwardly while moving past you.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you squeeze your eyes shut. "I-I'm so sorry. I just… you haven't been showing up to class and I-" you cut yourself off before you end up embarrassing yourself even more.

"You're Y/N, right? From Biophysics 340?" He asks you while slinging his bag onto his bed.

"Yeah," you mumble and avoid making eye contact. "I, uh, I should get going. I'm glad you're okay."

You try to quickly leave his dorm room when Peter calls out your name. Your breath hitches in your throat and you glance back at him. "Do you want to hang out sometime?" He asks you while rubbing the back of his neck.

You can’t believe what you're hearing. A hint of a smile comes to your lips and you hug your books closer to your chest. "Uh, y-yeah, yeah, I would love to," you tell him.

Peter nods his head, his eyes roaming around his room before they meet yours again. "H-Here put your number into my phone," he mentions while pulling his phone out from his pocket.

He hands it to you and you quickly input your contact information. Butterflies swarm around your stomach the entire time and your fingers brush against his when you give him back his phone.

"I'll see you later," you softly mumble while taking a couple of steps back.

"See you," Peter smiles at you.

You walk out of Peter's dorm room, shutting the door behind you before releasing a deep breath. "Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, the smile on your lips growing.

"Good to have you back, Peter," Miss French mentions as he walks into the classroom. Peter nods his head while moving further into the room.

His eyes meet yours and Peter beelines toward your table. You fiddle with the pencil in your hands as he sits in the seat beside you. You glance towards him, watching him pull a notebook out of his bag.

"Am I allowed to ask where you were?" You question him quietly, keeping your eyes on the teacher.

Peter opens his notebook before looking in your direction. He admires your side profile for a few seconds. "You are," he mentions and wets his lips, "doesn't mean I'll tell you the truth."

Your chest clenches at his words and you swallow thickly. "Oh, y-yeah, of course," you clear your throat.

He can hear the dejected tone in your voice and he feels a bit bad. "It's just-" Peter sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, "it's not you, Y/N. Maybe one day I'll tell you."

The teacher drones on about whatever topic she has planned to discuss as your gaze finds its way to Peter again. You tap the eraser of your pencil against your notebook and decide to look away before he catches you looking at him.

When class is dismissed, you walk out of the classroom with your books pressed against your chest. "Y/N," Peter calls out to you, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You step to the side and wait for the lanky man to catch up to you. "Yeah?" You question while looking up at him.

"Do you want to grab a coffee or something?" He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Sure," you smile and the two of you begin walking towards the exit. Silence fills the space between you during your walk, but thankfully it's not awkward.

After about five minutes of walking in complete silence, Peter speaks up. "I was out of town," he mentions while glancing down at you. "Uh, unexpectedly."

Giggles leave your lips and you lift your gaze, meeting his honey brown eyes. "Family?" You ask him and he nods his head in agreement.

"Apparently I have a couple of half-brothers I didn't know about. So, I went to visit them," he says nonchalantly.

"Do you like the idea of having half-brothers? Or are you upset by it?" You question Peter as he opens the door to the café.

Peter shakes his head while walking into the building after you. "No, no. I find it really cool. I-I have always wanted brothers, so-" he mumbles.

You stand in line to get a drink and maybe something to snack on. Peter fumbles with the straps on his backpack and releases a quiet sigh. You glance up at the brunette, noticing his eyes looking at almost everything in the café.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, taking a step closer toward the counter.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good. Sorry, I just-" he pauses for a few moments and meets your gaze. "I haven't hung out with anyone in a while. My life's been… pretty chaotic."

You rest a hand on his forearm and give him a reassuring grin. "You're nervous," you mumble teasingly.

Peter scoffs, looking away from you. "Alright, no need to call me out like that," he mentions with a light chuckle.

"You don't have to be nervous," you tell him before gently biting your lip. "I-If it makes you feel better, I'm nervous too."

"Really?" Peter mumbles as you step up to the counter. You don't answer him right away and he watches you give your coffee order to the barista.

You pay the man standing before you before returning your attention to Peter. "Of course I am. You're… quite intimidating," you laugh awkwardly.

His eyebrows furrow together as you walk away from him, moving to stand towards the pick-up counter. "Intimidating?" Peter asks himself before quickly moving to catch up to you. "You think I'm intimidating?"

"Yeah," you chuckle and tuck some of your hair behind your ear. "I'm pretty shy and have major social anxiety, so, being here right now with you is pretty nerve-wracking. I mean… I know you from class, but I don't know who the real Peter Parker is. For all, I know you could be a total douchebag."

You grab your food and drink from the barista, thanking them quickly before the two of you walk over to an empty booth. "Well, I can assure you that I'm not. Far from it actually. I've just had a lot of shit happen to me in the past couple of years, so," he trails off while sitting across from you.

"I'm sorry about that," you apologize before taking a sip of your coffee.

Peter shrugs his shoulders and averts his gaze to the table. "It is what it is. I'm a bit better now. Especially after meeting my brothers," he explains.

You lean back against the booth and cross one of your legs over the other. "That's good to hear. Family is good at helping people heal, sometimes," you mention to him, the smile on your lips dropping a bit. "My family isn't like that, but I'm glad yours is."

"Y/N…" Peter trails off with furrowed brows. He wants to reach out to you, but he's too afraid. "I'm sorry your family is kinda shitty. My Aunt May makes dinner on Sunday nights if you want to come with me. She's- she's wonderful. I'm sure she would love you."

Your heart warms at the offer and the smile comes back to your lips. "Peter, that's so sweet. I would love to. As long as I'm not intruding!" You giggle, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Peter shakes his head and waves his hand. "No, not at all. She likes meeting my friends. She will literally make me ask you eventually so," he laughs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Great. Text me your address along with the time and I'll be there," you grin, tapping your fingers against the cup in front of you.

Two Months Later

"Peter?" You call out his name while knocking on the door to his dorm room. A sigh leaves your lips as you look down the hallway. "Fuck, come on. Peter!"

"Your boyfriend's not in," a familiar voice mentions, causing you to jump in your spot. You place a hand on your chest and turn to see the RA of the building. "Sorry. I saw Peter leave about twenty minutes ago."

"O-Oh, thank you for letting me know," you chuckle. "I'm gonna get on him for not letting me know when he leaves.

The RA laughs as well before wishing you goodnight. A part of you kinda forgot you told her that you and Peter were together. Oops. You pull your phone out of your pocket and decide to call his cellphone.

You walk down the few flights of stairs before making your way outside the building. The call goes to voice-mail and you release another sigh. "If I were Peter Parker," you start while walking towards the sidewalk, "where would I be?"

Empire State Building.

You snap your fingers and make your way to the nearest metro station. It takes you almost twenty minutes and two trains for you to get to the Empire State Building. You look up at it, getting a little dizzy from the height of it.

"Not a big fan of heights but here we go," you mumble to yourself before walking into the building. You pay the admission fee to get up to the 86th and 102nd floor, in case he isn't on the first one.

You fumble with your fingers as you walk through the twisty halls of the building, making your way to the elevators. A gentleman is standing in front of the elevator doors with a smile on his face.

As soon as you reach him, he moves out of the way. The doors open up and he motions for you to walk inside. "Enjoy the view," he tells you cheerfully before the doors close shut.

It takes about a minute and a half before you make it to the 82nd floor. You step out of the elevator when the doors re-open, taking a look around for your best friend.

You and Peter have gotten very close since the night he found you in his dorm room. A part of you has a small crush on him. You can't help but find him extremely adorable and attractive.

You tuck some hair behind your ear as you step outside. A frown settles on your lips as he's nowhere to be seen. You glance up at the top of the building and your breath hitches in your throat.

There's a figure sitting on the edge of the 102nd floor and you're almost one hundred percent sure it's Peter. You rush back into the building and find the elevator that takes you to the other floor.

Peter's figure becomes clear as soon as you step back out of the elevator. A breath of relief comes from you as you knock on the window. The brunette glances back at you and you raise your hand to wave at him.

You move towards the door before pulling it open. The wind smacks you in the face as Peter gets down from where he was sitting.

"Hey, I've been calling you," you mention as he reaches you. "Where's your phone?"

"It's in my room. I just needed some air," he mumbles with a small smile.

The frown on your lips deepens and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his waist. Peter looks down at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to hug him so suddenly. "I was worried about you," you whisper into Peter's chest.

His hand gently rubs up and down your back, resting his cheek against the top of your head. "I'm okay. I promise," he whispers back to you.

You inhale the cologne he's wearing, finding yourself swooning just a bit. You clear your throat after realizing that you've been holding him for longer than necessary.

"You didn't…" you trail off as your cheeks blush. "You didn't tell your RA that we're not actually dating."

Peter blushes at your words and starts to rub the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. I was going to but I couldn't figure out the right words," he shrugs his shoulders.

"Hey-"

"I wanna-"

You both stop talking at the same time, causing you to giggle. "Sorry, you go first," you usher him while clasping your hands together.

"I want to show you something. I've been thinking about it for over a month now," Peter mentions and motions for you to follow him.

You follow him without hesitation and your heart skips a beat as he steps onto the edge again. "Pet-" you breathe out, cutting yourself off when he just falls over the edge. "Peter, no!"

Tears come to your eyes instantly as you rush towards the railing. You look down and begin to feel nauseous. You breathe heavily, not seeing Peter's body anywhere. Someone flies by you and you jump back while placing a hand over your heart.

"I'm okay," Peter laughs and lands on the ledge in front of you.

Your lips part in confusion, wondering how he's still alive. "Peter," you mumble with furrowed brows.

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the red and blue spandex suit beneath it. No fucking way. You think to yourself as Peter climbs down from the ledge.

"You're Spider-Man," you say with wide eyes, not taking your gaze off the spider emblem on his chest. "Y-You're actually Spider-Man. I'm friends with Spider-Man. What the fuck."

Peter laughs and reaches out to you. His fingers brush your forearm before bringing you closer to him. Your breath hitches in your throat as your hands rest on his chest.

"Why did you decide to tell me?" You ask quietly, lifting your gaze.

"I-" he pauses and brings one of his hands to your face. "I really like you and wanted you to know before you get upset at me for being late to something."

Your heart pounds against your chest and your cheeks blush. "Y-You like me? Really? You're not… you're not joking with me?" You stutter out and Peter shakes his head.

"No, God no. I would never joke about that. I like you. I would like to take you out," he reassures you while stroking his thumbs along your cheekbone.

A breathy laugh leaves your lips and you lean forward to rest your head against his chest. "Holy shit," you mumble with a smile. Peter's chest vibrates underneath you as he laughs as well. "Yes, oh my God, yes. I'll go out with you."

Peter kisses the top of your head before letting out a breath of relief. "I was afraid you would've said no," he mentions while petting your hair.

"There's literally no way I could say no to you," you snort and bite your lip. He rests one of his hands on your cheek before pulling you in. "P-Peter-"

Your eyes grow wide when his lips connect with yours. Butterflies swarm around your stomach as your hands move to his shoulders. It doesn't take long for you to kiss him back, your eyes fluttering shut, and your left-hand combs through his hair.

He pulls away from you and he rests his forehead against yours. The smile on your lips widens as your fingers dance along the back of Peter's neck.

"I don't have brothers," Peter mumbles, causing you to quickly pull back.

"What? What do you mean?" You ask him. You narrow your eyes at him and Peter lets out a deep breath.

His fingers glide through his hair before his hands slap against his thighs. "I don't have real brothers. I-I- The reason I was gone for a few days? I didn't go see my half-brothers," he begins to explain and you take a couple of steps back. "There's a good reason I didn't tell you at first, Y/N. I-It's why I'm telling you now. If you still want to be with me… I wanted to start our relationship with the truth."

Even though he lied to you, you can't help but admire him. "I want to be with you," you reassure him and take a step toward him.

Peter grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. "I was in another universe," he blatantly states.

A laugh leaves your lips, assuming he's making a joke. "Another universe? Really funny, Peter," you mention while shaking your head.

"I'm not kidding. I wish I was," he corrects you, and your eyes widen again.

"How's that possible?" You mutter and Peter shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but it is. There's more of me. Two others to be exact," he breathes out with a smile.

Half-brothers…

"So, there are two other Peter Parkers? Are they also Spider-Man?" You ask him and Peter nods his head in answer. "That's really crazy, wow. Are they just as dorky as you?"

Your smile turns into a smirk as you joke around with him. Peter scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes. "Sure, I guess," he mutters before pushing you lightly. "You can't tell anyone else though, okay?"

You zip your lips and wink at him. Peter leans forward and kisses the middle of your forehead. "Your secret is safe with me, bug boy," you giggle as Peter wraps his arms around you.

"Bug boy, huh?" His laugh fills your ears before he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"Yeah," you chuckle and start to comb your fingers through his hair again. "You're my bug boy."

Peter pulls back before pressing his lips to yours. "I'll gladly be your bug boy."

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