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Hey i was wondering if you could do a spider man (aka peter parker short

Where y/n has been hurt . And he thinksnits his fault but she Reassures him it wasnt his fault

Nothing is your Fault

The city streets were extremely busy as usual. With everyone moving about like they were all in a rush with no patience. Most of them running late and the others not really giving a crap. Regardless that didn't help when I had a twisted ankle that I had yet to get checked out by a doctor. I had been super busy with trying to decide what I was going to college for and helping my secret superhero boyfriend. I have been dating him for two years but I won't lie that it was a surprise when he revealed to me that he was what people were calling Spider-Man. During my walk someone dropped down behind me where I spun around on my feet seeing it was my boyfriend Peter. "Hey baby, I was doing some patrol and I saw you were limping. Is everything okay?" He ran a hand through his hair slumping his shoulders walking up to me smiling in concern.

“Oh uh thanks for checking up on me, Peter. But seriously everything is fine. I just needed a walk to clear my head. So how was the patrol?” I asked shrugging my shoulders where he started walking right beside me. Since he was taller I had to walk every two steps to his one just to keep up. He pushed his hands inside his pockets sending me a cheeky look. I could tell he enjoyed that we could talk about his secret double life since he couldn’t tell anyone else. “It went good. Nothing much really happened except for some traffic lights being out. Are you sure you’re alright because you are limping on that leg. Did it happen from the other day we went out swinging?” Peter asked a second time gently holding my forearm seeing that I was putting most of my weight on my other foot. Dropping my gaze to the ground I sighed in defeat remembering that we went web swinging a few days ago. I accidentally fell onto the floor of his bedroom a little hard where we almost got caught by his aunt May. “I landed hard on my ankle that day but I didn’t start feeling any pain until today. Now I’m sorry for not telling you but it will go away when I put some ice on it because it is juicy sprained.”

Suddenly before I had any real time to react Peter wrapped an arm around my waist tugging me closely into his embrace. He quickly looked around making sure no one was paying close attention before he shot some webbing out of his blasters. We swing from a couple buildings until we swing inside my bedroom window that I had left opened cracked since I was expecting him to come by later. “Look I am so sorry now I am going to take care of you. Because this is my fault and you’re my girlfriend.” He sat me down on the bed lifting my foot up so it was elevated on the pillow. He came back from the closet wrapping me in a blanket where I could see that he was starting to pace back and forth in a nervous manner. “Peter, hold up. This is not your fault. Come here sit.” Grabbing one of his web shooters I was fixing I shot some at him tugging him into my bed where he fell down beside me. Moving my hand up to his face I smiled laying my head on his chest. “You don’t have to blame yourself. It’s just a light sprain on my ankle. I’ll just put some ice on it for a few days. Now just cuddle with me please.” He nodded wrapping his arms around my waist where I snuggled into his embrace. “I’ll be more careful next time we go web swinging Y/n. I promise that.” He mumbled into my hair before I gave him a soft kiss smiling back at him.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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The Window

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2500+

Even though I’m sick I managed to finish this fic! I sacrificed some sleep for it, but I believe it was worth it. I really hope you guys like it! I’m slowly getting back to my normal writing self. Enjoy! xox

"Y/N, I truly believe that Peter likes you," Gwen tells you through the phone.

A sigh leaves your lips as you wrap a towel around your body, tucking it so it stays in place.

You grab an extra towel for your hair before walking into your bedroom, taking your phone with you. "Gwen, you know I hate talking about this," you mention.

"I know, but it's the truth. I've seen the way he looks at you."

You sit on the edge of your bed, holding the phone close to your face as her words replay in your head. "He looks at me like any friend would," you shake your head and glance towards the window.

A gasp leaves your lips when you notice Peter crouching outside your closed window. You spring up from your spot, telling Gwen you must go before hanging up.

Your cheeks flush at the fact that you're standing in nothing but a towel. You thrust the window open before Peter tumbles into your room.

"Pete, what are you doing here?" You ask him while taking a step back.

His hands find themselves on your arms for a few moments before a hiss leaves his lips. Your eyes drop down to the bloody wound on his ribs.

"I got into a bit of trouble," he whispers while slowly dropping to the floor. "I didn't know where else to go."

"Jesus," you mumble and kneel beside him, inspecting the wound without touching it. "Let me get the first aid kit."

You spring up from the floor, grabbing your clothes from the bed before moving into your bathroom. You quickly change into your pajamas and grab the first aid kit from under the sink.

You tuck some hair behind your ear and walk back into your bedroom. In your absence, Peter tugged off the top half of his spidey suit.

Oh my… Your cheeks blush as your eyes glance over his defined torso. You press your lips together and kneel right beside him. "It doesn't look too bad," you mumble while opening up an alcohol pad.

You wipe it against the wound, a hiss leaving Peter's lips. Your free hand gently presses against his abs, keeping him in place as you wipe up all the blood.

Silence fills the room as you clean him up, your gaze fixed on the cut. Peter pushes some of your hair back as you place a large bandage on his ribs. "You okay?" He whispers to you, causing your eyes to flick up at him.

"I should be asking you that," you chuckle softly before sitting on your heels. You glide your fingers over the clean bandage, making sure it stays in place.

"I'll be fine, you know that," he reminds you while giving you a look. You smile softly and nod your head, knowing that he heals faster than a human. "You seem down."

You shrug your shoulders and push yourself up from the floor, grabbing the trash beside you. "I'm okay. I’m just going through some stuff. Nothing I haven't handled before," you reassure him, gliding your free hand through his hair.

Peter watches you walk into your bathroom, tossing the trash into the waste bin. He places a hand over the wound before picking himself up. "You know I'm here for you, right?" Peter asks, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Of course, Pete," you laugh, heading back into your bedroom.

The two of you sit down on your bed and you reach for your phone. You notice a text from Gwen, asking if everything was okay. You make a mental note to text her later before placing the device on your nightstand.

"I interrupted something, didn't I?" He questions with a chuckle, overseeing the text.

"It was nothing," you tell him, leaning your hands against the mattress. "You know how Gwen is. Always meddling with my love life."

Peter looks down at his hands, his fingers fumbling with each other. Your love life? He asks himself, wetting his lips. "What's going on in your love life? And why haven't you told me?" He glances towards you.

The smile drops from your lips, seeing the serious look on his face. "P-Peter, i-it's nothing like that," you stutter while sitting up straight.

"Then why is she so adamant?"

"I-I don't know. It's Gwen," you play off, chewing on your bottom lip.

Peter hums before reaching for your hand, taking it into his. Your heart pounds against your chest as his fingers lace with yours. "You would tell me if you like someone, right?" He asks in a quiet voice.

"Y-Yeah," you lie, feeling his hand squeeze yours.

"You realize I can tell when you lie to me," he chuckles before releasing your hand.

A sigh leaves your lips and you adjust your seating position, turning your body slightly to face him. "Sorry, it's just… it's complicated," you murmur, keeping your eyes on your lap.

"Do I know him?" Peter asks you, hearing the sadness in his voice.

You lift your gaze, a little confused as to why he sounds sad. "Uh, maybe? We all go to the same school," you shrug, concentrating on not revealing your lie.

He hums in response before standing up from his spot. You watch him walk out of your room and you let out a deep breath. That was close…

"Pete?" You call out to him after a minute of him being gone.

You push yourself off of your bed and stand in your doorway, looking into your semi-small apartment. He stands at the sink in your kitchen, downing a glass of water.

"Are you planning on staying here tonight?" You ask him while crossing your arms over your chest.

"I think I might head home. I don't want to worry Aunt May," he mentions, setting the empty glass into the sink.

He walks past you, his shoulders bumping yours during his passing. You swallow the lump in your throat as your gaze follows him. Peter rushes to put the top half of his suit back on before he grabs his mask.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask him just as he opens your window. "Are you mad that I won't tell you who I'm in love with?"

The brunette glances back at you, noticing the glossiness in your eyes. "You're in love?" He asks you, a crack in his voice.

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer him as Peter pulls the mask over his head before jumping out your window. The dam of emotions starts to break as you slowly walk over to the window, looking out of it.

You can see his silhouette swinging in the distance when the tears start streaming down your cheeks. "I'm in love with you," you sigh.

It's been a few days since your altercation with Peter and you feel he's ignoring you. No matter how many times you try texting or calling, you get nothing.

Gwen hands you a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen. You release a groan, pushing the items away before trying to get up from your couch.

"W-Why did we come home? I was having a good time," you whine, your words beginning to slur.

"Because you're drunk enough," Gwen sighs, setting the water and pills onto the coffee table. "Don't make me call Peter."

A scoff leaves your lips as you walk into your kitchen. I've got a liquor bottle around here somewhere. You think to yourself, stumbling left and right. "Good luck. He hasn't talked to me in four days," you tell her angrily, fetching the bottle of Malibu from your cupboard.

Before you're able to take a drink, Gwen snatches it from your hands. You protest, reaching for it when she holds it above her head. "Why hasn't he talked to you?" She asks you with furrowed brows.

"B-Because I wouldn't tell him that I'm in love with him," you say to her, continuously reaching for the bottle.

Gwen slaps your hands away and rushes to throw the bottle away. "Why didn't you tell him? Clearly, he feels something for you if he thinks you're in love with someone else," your friend sighs, looking toward you.

You pout, feeling the sadness starting to seep through. You scrunch your nose, ignoring her question before walking into your bedroom.

She watches you slam your door before she releases a sigh. Gwen pulls her phone out and dials Peter's number, pressing the device against her ear.

It rings four times before he picks up. "Hello?" His voice comes through the receiver.

"Hey, Peter. Are you busy?" She asks him, tucking her free hand into her pocket.

"Uh, not at the moment, but I'm almost done. Why?" He questions her, hearing the wind blowing on his side.

Gwen sighs and walks over to your bedroom door, listening carefully. "Y/N's drunk and I need to get home to my dad. I was wondering if you could stop by when you're done and check in on her. She's a bit of a mess," she informs him.

"She's drunk? She rarely ever gets drunk," he mumbles quietly.

"Yeah, well, apparently she's pretty upset that you haven't been talking to her," she explains before opening your door just a smidge. The sound of your shower running hits your ears before she closes the door again. "So, fix it."

Gwen hangs up, not giving him a chance to explain or defend himself. She calls out to you, letting you know that she's leaving before you hear your front door open and then close.

You sit on the floor in your shower, your fingers tapping against your arms as you stare off in the distance. The warm water trails down your skin as you take a deep breath.

You push yourself up from the floor, being careful that you don't slip, and turn the water off. You grab your robe from the hook, quickly putting it on before walking out of your bathroom.

After tying the robe, you walk out into the living room and grab the glass of water. You decide to take the pills so you don't have a pounding headache in the morning. You bring the water into your bedroom, setting it on your nightstand.

A couple of knocks echo off your window, causing you to lift your head. "Peter?" You call out to him while climbing out of bed.

You open your window and he climbs into your room. You check him for wounds, knowing it's the main reason for him coming to your place after patrol.

"I'm okay," he reassures you. "Gwen called me."

"She did?" You ask him as he rests his hands on your arms.

He gently moves your body so you're sitting down on your bed. "She did, yeah. She had to go home and asked me to check on you," Peter says while sitting beside you.

"I'm surprised you agreed to it," you whisper, keeping your gaze on your hands.

Peter's chest clenches and he releases a sigh. "I'm sorry I haven't texted or called. It wasn't nice of me to ignore you," he explains while reaching for your hand.

You let him grab a hold of your hand as you glance towards him. "Why did you?" You ask him, feeling his fingers glide along the back of your hand.

"I was upset," he shrugs his shoulders. Peter stays quiet for a few moments before looking back at you. "Finding out that the girl you're in love with is in love with someone is hard to hear."

Your breath hitches in your throat at his confession. "You're in love with me?" You ask him, your heart starting to pound against your chest.

"Yeah, I have been for years," Peter sighs, squeezing your hand gently.

You bring your free hand to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I've been in love with you since I was fifteen," you whisper, his honey-brown eyes looking into yours.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, causing both of you to lean back a bit. Your fingers comb through his hair as you kiss him back. Peter's hands move to your waist before they slide across your lower back.

"God, we should've done this sooner," he mumbles against your lips, placing tiny kisses on them.

"If only we could read the signs," you giggle.

You and Peter lay back on the bed, both of your arms wrapped around one another. He nuzzles his face into your neck as his hands slip under the robe you're wearing.

"I love you," Peter mutters against your skin.

You kick the door to your apartment open and grab the grocery bags. You huff while carrying the semi-heavy bags into your place, setting them onto the table. "Jesus, I had to buy a lot of stuff, huh," you mumble to yourself.

"Why didn't you call me for help?" Peter's voice calls out to you.

A scream leaves your lips, whipping your head around to see the brunette standing in your doorway. "Peter!" You scold with wide eyes, looking around your apartment. "How the fuck did you get in here?"

"The window," he jabs his thumb in the direction of your window.

"My window," you repeat to yourself with a laugh. You shake your head as Peter walks toward you.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his body. The two of you sway back and forth as he hugs you from behind. "I missed you," Peter mumbles and pulls away.

"You saw me two days ago," you chuckle and walk towards your table to unpack your groceries. "Oh, and, do you ever plan to use the front door?"

"Oh, absolutely not," Peter laughs at your question.

He watches you walk past him, bottles of different condiments in your hands. "I'm not always going to be by my window, bugboy," you mention to him with a teasing grin.

"The window is just so convenient," he smirks.

You roll your eyes playfully while shoving the condiments you bought into your cupboard. "I don't know how that statement is true, but okay," you laugh, putting away the rest of your groceries.

Peter leans against the table and holds his hands out to you. "I just like coming through your window. Do you want me to use the front door?" He asks you with an eyebrow raised.

You step into his embrace, resting your hands on his shoulders. "No, you don't have to. It's just less energy you have to endure. I don't have a fire escape you can land on," you shrug your shoulders while grazing your fingertips along the back of his neck.

"Oh please, honey," Peter clicks his tongue in response. "I'm Spider-Man. I've got a lot of endurance."

Your cheeks blush at the slight innuendo. Peter's hand slides down the middle of your back and rests on your right ass cheek. "Do you, now?" You ask and bite your lip.

"Mhm, maybe you can find out," he whispers, his eyes glancing down at your lips.

"Yeah, maybe you should show me."

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landos-meat-rider · 1 year

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masterlist!!

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luveline · 11 months

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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter."

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor.

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare.

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you."

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal.

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur.

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase.

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak.

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to."

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're Peter?" you ask.

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–"

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask.

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?"

"Not so, you know. Daunted."

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye.

"Oh, you think so?"

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap.

"Let's get you to the car, baby."

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up.

"Home."

"Together?"

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy."

"Thank you," you say shyly.

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again?

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?"

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly.

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty."

"You're my boyfriend?"

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–"

"You want to get married? To me?"

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–"

"We did?"

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it."

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me."

"I love you," you say quietly.

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession.

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?"

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober.

Which reminds him.

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat.

"What is it?" you ask.

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"

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welovelouisandbucky · 8 months

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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

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

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parkerpeter24 · 9 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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iridescentparkers · 4 months

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Tasm Peter for "can we take a break? I'm enjoying this but need a break" bc we all know Petey can get taken away w his super stamina

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LAZING across your shared bed, the smell of incandescent sex lingering around you both, and Peter’s lips loitered over your own. Cheekily hovering, they waited, impatiently watching as your breathing evened out.

He was lying above you as you attempted to regain your breath, wiping your finger across the sweat dripping from your forehead. Peter kissed the little indents on your face, stopping at your cheek to nibble on your soft skin.

Your eyes flutter shut, sleep running to and from you as his kisses put occasional energizers to you. “Peter.”

“Hmm?”

“Baby, you know I love you.”

“I do.”

“And you have been doing so good for me all evening.” You praised as he nodded, Peter faintly whimpering into your ear. ��But…”

“But…” he exhaled, and you moved a thumb along his cheek. Peter returns to lazily kissing you.

"Can we take a break?” You giggled between his kisses, Peter’s lips melding so hard into your skin they ghosted as he moved down to your torso. “I'm enjoying this but need a break."

“Already?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed back, pulling his face between your hands as his cheeks squished into your palms. “We’ve both finished three times!”

“And we should finish three more!” Peter exclaimed before kissing along the inside of your wrist and up to the curve of your neck, his hair tickling you across your skin.

“I want to, but I can’t.” You yawned.

“All you have to do is lie here,” he begged, stretching his long limbs across the edge of your bed, his brown eyes staring back as he peppered kisses along the inside of your legs. Peter nipped at your skin as he moved to the outside of your opening, his content hums vibrating beneath you.

“ Peter-“ you whined.

“Okay.” He said, loosely gripping your hips as he laid between your lower half. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Peter raised you to a seated position, sitting next to you at the edge of the bed. “Tomorrow, I promise I’m all yours.”

He watched as your head fell to his shoulder, “Can’t wait.”

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ohwowimlonley · 9 months

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peter just coming over to your place to fuck you rough then cuddle w you while he asks about your day lol

Peter loving backshots w you bc of the way reader ass moves lol- idk something tells me he’s an ass man ( especially tasm! Peter )

Double P having you on top and putting you in a bear hug as he thrusts

“Well, if Mr Stevens can’t see that you’re acing this photography, then he really shouldnt be teaching at all,” you’d say, raking your nails through his thick hair. He nudges closer to you, cheek resting against your breasts as he tracks his right hand lazily over your naked body.

“I know, I know, just wish I could get a passing grade for once,” he laments, fingers eventually dropping in between your legs, sliding through the wetness of both our your releases.

“God, baby, fuckin’ look at it,” it’s a whine, or Peter’s closest approximation to it. He takes your asscheeks in both his hands, pulling them apart, pushing them back together, squeezing, slapping, digging his nails in, “gonna fuck it one day, you won’t be able to walk for a week,”

“Ahh,” you sob, arching your back as he shocks you with the harshest spank yet. You’re sure your ass is red raw by now, but it doesn’t stop Peter from pulling your cheeks apart again and landing a fat glob of spit directly onto your unused hole.

“Right there- Peter!” It’s almost a scream, but it’s really not your fault because Peter has his arms wrapped firmly around your back, fingers stretching to the space in between your shoulder blades and using it as leverage to fuck up into you at the perfect angle, right into that soft spongy spot deep inside you that makes you dribble onto his shoulder, “oh, God!”

“Shh, sweetness, it’s okay,” he murmurs into your hair, smirking as you cry out when his pubic hair graze against your engoreged clit, “I’m right here,”

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keerysfreckles · 9 months

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tasm! peter parker who takes pictures of you any chance he gets.. and reader finds those pics with cute lil captions of whatever she was doing in that moment

pictures - peter parker (tasm)

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, pure fluff :)

a/n: I LOVE THIS SM OMG andrews peter will always have a special place in my heart <33

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in the middle of impulsively deep cleaning y/n and peter's shared apartment, y/n was standing in peter's closet. he had a pile of clothes inside it that he was meaning to donate. y/n was in the process of grabbing all of the clothes and tossing them into a garbage bag. peter was somewhere in the apartment, but y/n was focused on her own task.

she looked around the closet once before leaving, to see if she sees anything peter hasn't used in over a year.

y/n stands on her tip toes to grab a pair of shoes on the top shelf that were worn out, and she knew peter hasn't worn them since high school.

standing back up on her tip toes, her hand flails around the space on the shelf slightly, as she tries to feel for any other things she can donate. however, her eyebrows furrow once she feels an unfamiliar box.

she grabs it at an awkward angle, before knealing on the ground and taking the lid off.

firstly, y/n's confused, once she sees the box filled with polaroid pictures. she rakes her fingers through all the pictures in the box, and notices they're all of her.

she giggled at the realization that peter was always taking her picture.

she lifted one, and saw it was of her decorating the christmas tree. the bottom was labeled with peter's messy handwriting, 'christmas 2019'.

she picked another one out of the box. her back was facing the camera, and she guessed she was cooking something, seeing a plate full of food next to her on the counter, as she stood in front of the stove. after reading the caption peter had written, she was right, it was when she cooked pancakes for her and peter.

y/n continued looking through the pictures. her heart only warmed after looking at them.

"y/n?" peter's voice echoed in his room.

"in here!" she called back, making peter walk into his closet.

"oh, you found those," peter kneels down besides y/n, with a shy smile on his face.

y/n looks at one with peter looking over her shoulder. he took the picture in front of the mirror, well y/n was the one holding the camera, as peter had his face buried into her neck.

y/n remember that day very vividly. it was the day peter asked her to officially be his girlfriend. they had just gotten back from their first date, and peter thought y/n looked absolutely adorable wearing his pajama pants, so he insisted to take a picture.

"this doesn't really look like cleaning to me," peter chuckles, noticing how distracted y/n had gotten.

"oh shush," she giggles, "what have you been doing this whole time?"

"i was actually cleaning the kitchen. just like you said you were going to go through donations, which clearly is going so well," peter laughs while gesturing to what y/n was doing.

peter kisses the top of her head, before standing up, "since i love you, i'll let it slide just this once."

y/n only giggles again, and waves goodbye to peter before he walks out of his room.

even though she knew she had more cleaning to do, she went back to her previous task, her smile never leaving her face.

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alwaysmoncheri · 6 months

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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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Moving to a New Universe

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2900+

I really love this fic. I had gotten the idea for it after watching the more fun stuff version of No Way Home. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. And always, let me know what you think! xox

You rub your fingers against your forehead while staring at the essays in front of you. It seems like none of your students understood the assignment you've given them. You tuck some hair behind your ear before standing up from your seat.

"I need a small break," you sigh and glance down at your watch. 8:49 pm. "God, it's getting late too."

The sounds of people talking captures your attention, causing you to look behind you. Light emits from one of the classrooms and you furrow your brows. There shouldn't be anyone else here. You think to yourself while walking towards the room.

You poke your head into the science classroom and your eyes widen at the scene in front of you. "Two Spider-Man's?" You whisper to yourself, your gaze moving from the Spider-Man you know to the taller gentleman with the lab coat.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop," a voice whispers to you. You jump in your spot, almost hitting your head against the door frame.

"Shit!" You exclaim and take a couple of steps back. MJ Watson stands in front of you with her arms crossed. "S-Sorry, I didn't realize people would be here."

She chuckles and waves her hand at you. "It's fine. We actually didn't expect someone to be here," MJ tells you while tucking her hair back.

"I, uhm, I'll just leave you guys be," you mutter and jab your thumb towards the classroom you work in.

"You can come in if you're interested," MJ insists, motioning for you to follow her.

Your cheeks flush a bit and you shake your head. "Oh, I don't want to intrude," you mutter and poke your head back into the room.

"Oh come on! You're an English teacher, right?" MJ states as the Spider-Man you know makes his way towards her.

"MJ, we shouldn't be-"

She hushes the teenager and returns her gaze to you. You swallow thickly and decide to take her up on the offer. You step further into the classroom, gaining the attention of the two older men.

"Who's this?" The oldest one asks, pointing his gloved hand towards you.

"I'm Y/N. I'm an English teacher here," you introduce yourself with an awkward wave. "I just have one question."

Your gaze moves to the brunette with the lab coat, and your heart flutters in your chest at how attractive he is. You can't help but feel a bit shy under his gaze.

"Uhm, a-are you Spider-Man?" You ask him, and he looks down at his suit under the lab coat. "It sounds like a dumb question but-"

Thwip. You jump at the light sound and notice your hands are webbed together. Your jaw drops and a laugh escapes your lips. "Does that answer your question?" He asks with a teasing smile.

"You know- yes," you chuckle and walk closer to him, holding out your hands, "could you take this off me now?"

He laughs and nods his head. The rest of the group goes back to what they were doing as the cute brunette pulls the webs off of your hands. "I'm Peter Parker," he introduces himself, and your eyes widen.

"You're also named Peter?" You ask in disbelief, turning your head to look at the Peter you've known.

The younger man nods his head before pointing towards the eldest. "That's also Peter Parker. We're all Spider-Man," he clarifies and your jaw drops.

"What?! H-How?!" You gasp, looking between the three of them.

"Multiverse," tall Peter points out, causing you to look up at him.

You repeat the word to yourself and furrow your brows in confusion. "So," you mumble, looking from tall Peter to older Peter, "you two aren't from this universe?"

Both men shake their heads. Holy shit. This is crazy. Older Peter and young Peter go back to what they were doing, leaving you to your thoughts.

"Don't think too hard about it," tall Peter's voice whispers into your ear, a chuckle following after.

You look up at the man in front of you, a smile coming to your lips as soon as you notice his. He brings his hand to your forehead before rubbing the crease between your eyebrows.

"You're gonna make me blush," you whisper to him, feeling your skin tingle.

"That's okay," he smiles and glides his fingers along the side of your face.

Your cheeks blush under his grazing and you lower your head. Peter's fingers fall from your cheek before he clears his throat. Don't fall for him. He's not even from your universe. You think to yourself while lifting your head back up.

"Well, it was nice to meet both of you guys. I should get back to my classroom," you give them a tight-lipped smile, starting to walk towards the door.

"I'll walk you back," tall Peter offers, quickly catching up to you.

Before both of you leave the room, younger Peter calls out to him. "Hey, did you finish your thing?" He asks the brunette, his eyes dancing from you to him.

"Yeah, it's all ready. I won't be too long," he reassures the kid with a smile, his hand resting on your lower back.

The two of you walk down the hallway in silence. Your fingers fumble with one another as your eyes shut towards the handsome man beside you.

"You didn't have to walk me back," you mention to him while stopping at your classroom door, motioning towards the empty room. "This is me."

Peter looks into the classroom, shoving his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "I just, uh, wanted a little more time with you," he confesses and smiles at you.

"That's really sweet of you," you whisper to him, bouncing on your heels. You reach forward, wrapping an arm around his neck. "I hope you have a safe trip back home if I don't see you again."

He lets out a huff of breath, his hands sliding along your back. "I kinda wish I didn't have to go," Peter mumbles into your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut after hearing his words, feeling the same way he does. "You seem really cool and I wish I could've gotten to know you better," you whisper, your fingers tightly gripping the white coat.

It's another minute or so until Peter pulls back from you. The two of you smile at each other before he starts walking backward. "It was nice to meet you," he says.

"Yeah, you too."

He provides one last smile before turning away from you, walking back to the classroom he was in before. You gently bite down on your lip, feeling a bit sad that you'll never see him again.

"Peter!" You call out to him, causing the brunette to stop in his tracks.

You quickly jog up to him and lean on your toes, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. Your heart pounds against your chest as you take a step back immediately after.

"Stay safe," you smile at him.

His honey-brown eyes widened, blinking a few times. "I-I will. Get home safely," he mentions with a stutter, noticing his cheeks blush.

You nod your head, giggling softly before turning to walk back to your classroom.

Two Years Later

"Are you okay?" Your friend America asks you, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

You hum and look around the cute coffee house you're in before meeting her eyes. "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," you reassure her with a small smile.

"You sure? I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes," she laughs, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble before releasing a sigh. "It's just- today marks two years since I met this guy."

America furrows her brows, tilting her head in confusion. "A guy? But, you're single?"

A laugh leaves your lips and you nod your head. "No, yeah, I am. Sorry, it's a bit confusing," you tell her while moving your hands a bit. "Two years ago I met a man who belonged to a different universe, and lately… I've been thinking of him more."

"A different universe?!" She exclaims with wide eyes.

"Yeah! Crazy, right?" You chuckle and cast your gaze down at your coffee. "I miss him. He was nice."

Your friend notices the slight sadness in your eyes. "Would you-" she cuts herself off before checking her surroundings, making sure no one is close enough to hear what she's about to say. "Would you like to see him?"

"What?" You ask with a laugh. "I can't see him. I mean, I know they traveled through the multiverse but- t-that's not possible."

"And if I told you that it is possible?" America presses her lips together, her fingers tapping against the table.

The smile falls from your lips and your gaze moves back to the table. "America, if this is some sick joke-"

"It's not. I promise you," she reassures you while resting her hand on top of yours. "I can bring you to him."

Your heart pounds against your chest, the thought of seeing Peter again brings tears to your eyes. "Will you?"

"Of course. Anything for you," America winks at you before sliding out of the booth. You follow the dark-haired girl out of the coffee house, the two of you walking down the street together.

"So, how does it work?" You ask your friend, crossing your arms over your chest.

She turns to walk down an empty alley, checking behind you. "It's simple. Now that I'm actually in control of my powers," she chuckles and grabs a hold of your hand.

This is crazy. You think to yourself while watching her prepare for a wild trip. "Wait, do I… do I look okay?" You ask her, smoothing the shirt you're wearing.

"You look amazing as always," America tells you with a grin.

"Okay," you giggle lightly, tucking some hair behind your ear.

America thrusts her fist forward and a star-shaped portal opens in front of the two of you. Your jaw drops and you take a step forward, looking into it without fully stepping inside.

"I'm kinda jealous," you tell her with a laugh, looking back at her. "This is so cool."

She motions for you to step through and you take a deep breath. You're feeling a bit nervous as you walk through the star-shaped portal. America follows you in before the portal closes.

You fumble with your fingers and the two of you walk towards the street. "At least this New York looks similar," you mention while looking around. "Hey, what do some of the universes look like?"

"Some of them are honestly pretty nuts," America laughs. "There's a New York that's completely green. Just shrubs everywhere!"

"Wow, that's crazy," you mumble. You look around and try to figure out where you'd find Peter. "So, any idea where to start?"

Your friend laughs and she shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not sure. He's your friend," she winks at you.

"Well, I didn't get his number or anything!" You laugh with her, slapping your hands against your thighs.

The sound of police sirens captures your attention, seeing two police vehicles bolting down the streets. "You said he's Spider-Man, right?" America asks you.

"Yeah," you mutter, glancing towards her. "I guess we follow the authorities."

You and America rush down the semi-bare streets of NYC. You glance up every few seconds to see if Peter's swinging around the buildings.

Standing in the middle of Times Square is a man with a gun, pointing it wildly at the cops around. "Stay back!" He yells, shooting off a couple of warning shots.

You breathe heavily as the two of you stay far enough back. It doesn't take long for Spider-Man to show up, your eyes glued to the man dressed in red and blue spandex.

"Hey, man, chill out," Peter's voice reaches your ears, and your breath hitches. It's really him. You subconsciously take a step forward, wanting to be closer to him.

America grabs a hold of your wrist, stopping you from getting in harm's way. You swallow thickly and glance towards your friend, seeing the worried look in her eyes.

The situation de-escalates soon after Peter shows up. You watch the police handcuff the perp before they shove him into the back of the police car.

Before Peter has the chance to swing away, you find yourself running over to him. "Spidey!" You call out to him, and his masked head whips around.

"Y/N?" He says your name in confusion. You throw yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I-How are you here?"

"My friend can travel to different universes," you tell him with a smile, your hands gliding across his shoulders. "I missed you."

Peter circles his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. "Does she mind if I take you away for a bit?" He asks you, one of his hands gently rubbing your back.

You look towards America and she waves her hand, a knowing look on her face. "I think she'll be alright," you chuckle and Peter shoots out a string of webs before the two of you swing away.

Peter brings you to the top of the Empire State Building. He sets you down as soon as his feet connect with the metal roof. His hand slips from your lower back and swiftly pulls his mask off.

"I can't believe you're here," he breathes out, his honey-brown eyes meeting yours.

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, a smile tugging on the corner of your lips. "I honestly can't believe I'm here either," you giggle, biting down on your lip.

His hands move to your arms, his gloved fingers gliding along your bare skin. You take a step closer to him, one of your hands resting on top of his.

"When do you have to leave?" Peter asks you, one of his hands moving to caress your cheek.

"I haven't figured that out yet. I don't know the precautions of traveling universes," you laugh, leaning into Peter's touch.

His gloved thumb runs along your bottom lip, causing your breath to hitch. "Is it selfish to ask you to stay here?" He whispers, his gaze meeting yours.

Your heart pounds against your chest and you move your hands to his chest. "Not necessarily, no," you whisper to him.

"Would you… stay here?"

You lean on your toes, connecting your lips with his. Your arms wrap around his neck, pressing your chest against his. One of Peter's arms circles your waist as his free hand rests on your head.

The kiss doesn't last for very long. Peter pulls away from you, both of you breathing heavily as he rests his forehead on yours. Butterflies swarm around your stomach and you keep your eyes shut.

"Yes," you tell him, your fingers playing with the hairs on his neck. "I'll stay here."

Peter gasps and takes a step back, not believing his ears. "Wait, really?" He asks, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.

You look up at him through your lashes, a large grin sitting on your lips. "Yes, really. I-I haven't stopped thinking about you these past two years. Now that I've seen you again- I don't want to leave," you explain to him, squeezing his hands gently.

"God, you're incredible," Peter sighs before reconnecting your lips together. You giggle into the kiss, lacing your conjoined hands together. "Stay at my place tonight."

"Okay," you grin.

America:

So, you're going to stay here? Really?

You:

Yeah, really. I like Peter a lot and I don't have much in my universe. It'll be like starting over in a new state.

America:

Okay, well, how about this- I'll come here every two months and check in on you. Just in case you have any regrets.

You:

That's a good plan. I don't believe I'll have regrets, but you never know what the future holds :)

America:

Girl, I'm going to miss you :( Thank God I can travel through universes

You burst out laughing after reading America's text, covering your mouth with your hand. Peter's fingers glide across your stomach, his touch tickling you slightly.

"I never thought I'd wake up to someone laughing," Peter groans, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

You lock your phone before you turn to face him, scooting a little closer to him. "I'm sorry, Peter," you giggle, looking up at him with a smile. "I was texting America about staying here."

"You're actually going to?" He asks with a light gasp, his honey-brown eyes lighting up. You nod your head, the smile on your lips widening. Peter brings his hands to your face and pulls you closer to him, kissing you passionately.

A moan slips past your lips and you bring a hand to the nape of his neck. You kiss him back with just as much passion, your tongues tangling with one another. Peter's free hand slides up your outer thigh, his nails digging into your skin.

"Once you're settled in," he starts, his heavy breaths fanning your lips, "I want to take you out."

"Like on a date?" You bite your lip, your fingers threading through his hair.

"Exactly like a date, honey," the pet name comes from his lips, a lovesick grin coming to his face.

You hum in response, your mind reeling at the thought of going on a date with him. "I can't wait," you whisper, leaning your forehead on his.

Peter wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest. You nuzzle your face into his neck, pressing light kisses to his bare shoulder.

"I can't wait either."

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madwcman · 8 months

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tasm! Peter kissing reader any chance he gets?

a/n: thank you for requesting <3

pairing: tasm! peter x reader

peter silently wraps his arms around you and rest his head between the crook of your neck, giving your neck a small peck. peter always wants to kiss you, every chance he gets he takes it.

“what was that kiss for?” you giggle, as your boyfriend’s grip on you tightens, and he starts to sway you both.

“just wanted to kiss you.” he says softly, moving his head from your neck, his lips landing on the apple of your cheek.

“you always want to kiss me.” you move your head back to look at peter with a bright smile. “of course i do.” he turns you around so you could face and see him fully. you give peter a warm smile and wrap your arms around his neck. he moves in to give you more kisses, you deserve all the kisses in the world from him, in his opinion. if he could kiss you all day he would, so he kisses you any chance he can.

“peter!” you shout, laughing at the pampering he’s giving you, you think your boyfriend is overly sweet, and you love it. you love peter.

he stops and pulls from your face. he has a cheeky smile and pulls you in, hugging you tighter than before. “you’re too sweet, peter.” you tell him fondly. your hands going up to peters hair, playing with it softly, he loves when you play with his hair. it makes him melt.

“i’m too sweet?”

“yes, you practically spoil me.” you giggle out, your heart is all warm and you feel a little silly when your with peter. “well a sweet girl like you should be spoiled.” and he moves in to kiss you all over again.

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luveline · 10 months

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i just bought the actual cutest spider-man hoodie and now i’m thinking about peter seeing reader wearing spider-man merch !!! <333

The thwack is telling. You hear the splat and your heart jumps out of your chest, that weird wet sound against red-brick wall, and then you realise what it means and start to panic.

“Hey, woah woah woah!” Peter says, jimmying open your bum window with a too-strong hand. “It's just me, don't panic.”

You clamber off of the desk chair you're in and rush into the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“Two seconds!” you shout, closing the door hard behind you. You can hear the light pad of Peter's footsteps on the floor from the window, but after that he must disguise the weight of them, and you're doubly startled by his knock. “Two seconds, Peter.”

“Uh… no?”

You look around frantically. “What do you mean, no?”

“You're freaking out? Let me in? Like, right now?”

“None of those were questions.”

Peter starts to rattle your door handle. “I'll break it!” he threatens, his voice in that funny place where he's joking but not, the same tone he uses to mess with bad guys who underestimate him. You're being teased.

You pull your shirt over your head just as he opens the door. “Hey, turns out it wasn't locked.” He blinks at you. “Um. Hello to you, too? This isn't the welcome I was expecting.”

“Cut the smarm. I got, uh. Soup on me.”

“Soup.”

You nod fiercely. “So much soup.”

“You know I'd smell it, right?” he asks, his hair damp with sweat, the mask stuffed in the pocket of his suit and threatening to fall out as he grabs your shirt. His reflexes are too fast to stop him, as he anticipates your movements before they truly happen.

You stand there in your teeny vest top, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at any spot that isn't his face as he throws out your shirt and takes in the graphic design on the front.

He looks between you and the shirt smiling like a fool. He laughs, and he tilts his head one way then the other before laughing again.

“What's so funny?” you challenge.

“Put this back on,” he says back, matching your demanding tone. “Right now.”

“No way.”

“Put it on! You're indecent. Here, I'll help.”

It's not funny how quickly you lose, shrieking and pushing backwards into the shower as Peter tries to force your arms through the shirt. You laugh as he grabs you and he knows he can keep going, pushing the shirt over your head and his knee between your thighs, and suddenly you've got Spider-Man's emblem on your chest again, the end of the shirt bunched above your stomach. You're both breathless from the scuffle. He stares at your merch.

“My eyes are up here.”

“Shut up,” Peter says just as quickly, kissing you hard. A rough and short thing, the glove of his suit on your naked hip. You breathe out in a rush and kiss back, not feverish but getting there, never not happy to feel the seam of his lips parting against yours. He yanks back, “Is this–”

You kiss him again before he can ask if it's alright. You like a good fight, and it's hard for him to make fun of you for the shirt when you're kissing. He kisses you long enough to make you dizzy, thumb under the hem of your embarrassing apparel.

He brings his hand to his mouth to bite off his glove and hits the shower with his elbow, a rain of droplets falling from the head like shards of ice down the back of his neck. He pulls away, blinking, and you laugh at his misfortune tauntingly.

“Cold night in Queens?” you ask.

He wipes at his neck. “Warm for you. You are never taking it off. Never.”

“What, you like it?” you ask.

“Just enough to chase you into the bathroom, yeah.”

“Friendly neighbourhood pervert,” you say happily.

He wipes his wet hand down your bare stomach. “And his number one fan.”

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writtenbymoonflower · 25 days

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hii! this is my first time requesting ever so i hope im doing this right 😫

could i request a tasm!peter smut fic where the reader has never had an orgasm? they’ve tried before, so they’re not necessarily innocent, but it’s just never happened. peter then helps reader orgasm for the first time and it’s just overall very fluffy :) fem reader please!

thank you!! i love your writing!!!!

thank you for requesting hunny! you did it exactly right. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

cw: detailed smut, fingering, trope of experienced guy, inexperienced girl, swearing

1k words

The turn the afternoon had taken was definitely unexpected, but certainly more than welcome. Peter had initially invited you over to study, but you had gotten distracted. Now your books had been clumsily flung off the bed long forgotten and abandoned for better things. You laid upon rumpled covers, Peter tugging impatiently at the neckline of your top as he kissed you. You arched up into him, pulling him as close as physically possible. His mouth met the fingers of one hand at your collarbone, the other gripped your waist, nudging the fabric away to touch your skin.

“This okay, baby?” Peter held himself above you, scanning your face for any traces of what you were feeling.

“Yes please.” You said, a little too enthusiastically for your tastes. You checked his face for any evidence of discomfort. “Are you okay with this?”

He was grinning at you now, eyes full of affection. “Yes, I am okay with this.” His tone implied that it was far more than just “okay”. That was further confirmed when his hips slotted into yours and you felt the full evidence of his desire. Your shirt and pants were soon discarded and his your boyfriend’s hands were eagerly exploring every inch of newly-exposed warm skin. He pulled away briefly to remove his own shirt, but the second the material was gone he was on you again, greedy and excited. As he mouthed at your neck his fingers were trailing down your torso, leaving the nerves hypersensitive in his wake. They slipped into the waistband on your panties, lighting your skin on fire.

“Can I touch you here, sweet girl?” He whispered into your neck, his thumb pressing over the damp center of your underwear. You nodded fervently, mumbling affirmatives. You felt him smile against your collarbone as he tugged your panties off, not caring where they landed. You relaxed your legs as he opened them slightly, trailing his long fingers teasingly up your thighs as he got closer and closer to the apex. Just before giving into your wants, he moved them away, chuckling mischievously at your frustration.

“Please, Pete.” You grabbed his wrist moving him closer to your core. He grinned against your neck as he obliged you, fingers trailing up and down your slit a few times before settling at your clit. You let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed you in light circles, slowly winding you up.

“Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He questioned.

“Yes.” You answered, even though you knew it was rhetorical. You gently pulled his head up to be level with yours. “Kiss me please?”

He did so without any teasing or games. His mouth was sweet and gentle on your lips, even as he moved them down to your jaw and ear, letting your soft moans slip freely from your lips. As you got more worked up his fingers became more determined, letting two slide to your opening as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb. Peter circled your entrance, awaiting your pleased reaction before they slipped inside of you, searching for the spot on your front wall he hoped would make you fall apart. He quickly found it.

“Oh shit.” You choked, letting your head fall back further against the pillows. It only took a few more seconds of his fingers and thumb working you for your hips to start bucking. There was an unfamiliar heat building in your belly. Usually by now, sex would be almost over. Or, if you were on your own you would’ve given up before even starting.

Peter sat up a little as his other hand held you in place. He looked too pleased with himself at your reactions. Your whole body started building up and you panicked.

“Oh my god. What’s happening?” You were squirming even as he held you down. He immediately slowed his movements.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking you over.

“It feels weird, like in my- my stomach. I don’t know what’s happening.” You scrambled breathlessly. He looked in realization, immediately doubling his actions. He cooed at your jolting.

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax, let it out. I’ve got you, you’re alright.” You loosened, deciding to let the feeling take hold. And take hold it did, you would’ve lept off the bed if his free hand wasn’t pressing firmly into your pelvis. Your body wound tighter and tighter until it all fell apart, pleasurable spasms flowing through your jelly limbs as you gasped and squeezed Peter's arms and shoulders. Electric warmth fizzled through you as your eyes grew heavy. Peter slowed his movements, muttering praises and affirmatives as you came down from your high.

“Thank you.” You said as you caught your breath. You sat up and pulled him closer, desperately wanting closeness and feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t get it. He chuckled at your rare display of neediness.

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kissed your cheek, holding you close. He waited a few seconds before rolling onto his side, looking at your face. “You feeling okay?”

“I feel really good.” You sighed, melting into the sheets. You reached your his hand, stroking your thumb over the prominent veins in his wrist. You laid there in silence for a short while before he spoke up, skepticism lilting his voice.

“So like, you said that you’ve had sex before, right?” His tone was curious as he was still pawing at your hair and chest affectionately.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Have you never, like, cum before?” He seemed confused. You choked out a surprised laugh.

“I thought I had.” You said, winded. "Is it supposed to be like that every time?"

He laughed, smoothing your hair away from your face. "I don't know, babe. I’m pretty sure it is." He looked equal parts smug and affectionate.

"Well it's never been like that before.” You said, wistfully. A smile soon returned. “That felt really good, Pete.”

He laughed, clearly endeared by your longing tone. “Well I would hope so.” He eyed you, scheming. “I bet it could be better though.”

You looked at him wide eyed, nervousness and anticipation building in your core again. “Really?”

He loomed over you again, lips finding your ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”

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urrockstar-xe · 8 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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not proofread

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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