#andrew!peter

[forever-rogue]

Spidey Senses

AN | You never fight with Peter, sometimes things change. Luckily, you love your Spider more than anything❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.5k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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“You’re thinking too loudly.”

You remained silent as you gently wiped away the dried blood from the gash on his shoulder. You hadn’t said much to him since he came home but that didn’t stop you from taking care of him. You always took care of him, that had never been a question. 

When you were done patching him all up, you moved to rinse out the blood from the washcloth under the hot water, watching as the water went from crimson to clear. You felt his eyes on you the entire time. 

“I don’t think you want to hear what I’m thinking, Peter,” you caught his eye in the mirror, a heavy frown on your features that caused him to hang his head with a heavy sigh. You turned to leave the bathroom, but he caught your wrist, fingers wrapping delicately onto your soft skin, “Peter. I just want to go to bed. Please.”

“Tell me,” he insisted softly as you closed your eyes and sighed heavily, “whatever it is, just let me hear it.”

“Fine,” you turned around and faced him; Peter could see that your eyes were already wet with unshed tears, “fine - you want to know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking that…you need to slow down, Peter. You keep coming home hurt and it’s only been getting worse lately. I know it’s selfish to say but do you know how hard it is to see you like that? I…you have Miles - New York has Miles. He can handle himself and he can and will ask for help if he needs it. But maybe it’s time to let him do more and you can…just slow down a little. I just want to know that you’re going to come home and that you’re going to come home alive.”

“I am Spider-Man,” his lips were drawn into a harsh line as he narrowed his eyes at you, “I can’t just slow down. And I can’t just leave Miles with everything, he’s still young, and he’s still learning. This is who I am.”

“You were young once too and there was no one around to help,” you reminded him, “and you were okay. He has you and he’s a smart kid; there are things he can handle. I’m not saying that you can’t or shouldn’t be Spider-Man, Pete. I would never say that.”

“Then why are you saying anything?” he stared at the ceiling for a moment before groaning lightly, “you don’t know what it’s like. You don’t get that I can’t just walk away from this.”

“You’re right,” you’d pulled back slightly from the harsh tone in his voice; he’d never talked to you in such a harsh tone before, “I don’t know what it's like. But I do know what it’s like to love you and I know how hard it is to watch you work yourself into the ground - it’s absolutely horrible. It’s just…we’re not getting younger, Pete. We’ve talked about getting married and starting our family - how are we going to do that when you’re gone so often and hurt?”

“You don’t…” he ran his hands over his tired face in exasperation, “I don’t think you realize what you’re asking for. I’m fine. If it’s just because you don’t want to deal with me anymore, just say it.”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” you angrily swiped away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “I love you, Peter. I want a future with you, but I can’t have that if you’re not around for it! Maybe it’s still hard for you to accept that people care about you and only want the best for you. You take care of everyone else, but you have to let people take care of you too.”

“If I needed someone to take care of me, I would say something,” he hissed softly, “I’m fine, everything is fine. If you’ve got such a problem with it then maybe…maybe we shouldn’t be together then.”

Your mouth dropped open from the sheer shock of what he had just said. Something was going on with Peter, even if he wasn’t willing to admit to it. You gnawed on your cheek in order to keep from crying or making any sort of sound. You held up your hands in defeat and walked into the bedroom. Without even thinking about it, you went to the closet and grabbed out a duffle bag and started piling in some clothes, not paying attention to what was getting thrown into the bag. 

“I think I’m going to leave and give you space for a bit. We’re not going to figure anything out right now,” you whispered in a broken tone. Peter’s stomach lurched as he watched you pack; how did things escalate so quickly? He wanted to take it all back; he wished he would rewind the last half hour. 

“Don’t go,” he tried to stop you gently but you shook your head, “honey.”

“I don’t want to fight,” your voice was so gentle that he might not even have heard it if it was not for his enhanced senses. Peter sat down on the edge of the bed and watched you pack, feeling helpless and pathetic. He shouldn’t ever have talked to you that way. He was stupid. Stupid.

“Where are you going to go?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I’ll see if I can stay with MJ or Harry or something. Don’t worry about it, Peter. It's fine."

He fell into silence as he watched you pack your necessities without any rhyme or reason. You really just wanted to get out of there and away from him; that killed him.

Once your bag was packed, you paused in the doorway and turned to give him one last look. The corner of your mouth pulled up into a sad little smile, but the light never reached your eyes. He gave you a small nod but neither of you said anything. 

He listened to your footsteps as you left the house and got into your car. Peter had really fucked up now.

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“You wanna tell me why your girlfriend’s been staying with MJ for the past couple of days?” Miles turned his face away and busied himself with fiddling on the sleeve of his suit. He’d noticed that Peter had been in a mood lately and then he saw you at MJ’s when he went to pick something up from her. Miles was a smart kid and it wasn’t long before he put the pieces together. He was just curious - and concerned - about Peter. He’d never seen him down like this before and he hated it, “j-just curious.”

“Miles,” he yanked the mask off his face and leaned against the door. The two of them were on a random rooftop, keeping an eye on things despite the quiet night. He turned to face the younger man and Miles could see how tired and run down he looked, “it’s…been a lot.”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but you can talk to me Pete,” he nudged his arm and offered him a meek smile. Peter had been there for him for so long and through so many hard times he wanted him to know that he was there for him as well, “but if you ever need someone to talk to…”

“Thanks Miles,” he reached over and gave the boy’s shoulder a squeeze, “I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Pete,” Miles hopped onto his feet and crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm going to worry even if you say not to."

"You're a good kid," he offered his protégé a half smile.

"I'm not a kid anymore," Miles huffed in response, "and you're getting old."

He half expected a laugh to come from the older man; instead all he heard was a small huff seemingly in agreement. Peter paused for a moment before meeting Miles' eyes, "that's the problem, isn’t it?”

"Whaddaya mean?" all sorts of bad thoughts crossed his mind. What if Peter was sick? Or something bad happened? What if-

"I know I'm getting older and things are different than they used to be," he leaned his back against the wall before whispering your name, "she brought it up the other day - that I'm not getting any younger and that I should…let go a little bit. I didn't take it well and we got into an argument and I said dumb things I shouldn't have."

"She's not wrong," Miles sat down in front of Peter and shrugged, "I mean it, its the same for me too. She just wants you around more, Pete. She’s put up with your ass for so long now. Have you apologized for what happened?"

 "No," he grimaced, "I haven't. I don't know what to say. I mean, I basically told her we should break up. I didn't mean it."

"Of course you didn't," he snored in amusement, "you're disgustingly in love."

Peter smiled at that; it was true after all. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life, he wanted everything with you, "I just don't know what to say. Or even if she'd want to listen. Maybe she's done with me."

"You're so stupid," Miles scoffed as Peter couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped him, "she's not breaking up with you. She's just waiting for you to get your head out of your ass."

"Yeah?" Peter wanted to believe Miles was right, desperately so, because he couldn't imagine a life without you. That was not a life he wanted in any way.

"Parker," the younger spider stood back up and pulled the mask over his face, "get up and let's move. You're getting too pathetic for me."

"Yeah, yeah," he watched as Miles jumped off the roof, moving to follow suit. His body was more tired and stiff today; it was like everything you had lovingly pointed out was slowly coming to light. Peter sighed softly at the thought before concealing his identity again. 

He followed after Miles, a million thoughts swirling in his mind. At the end of it all, they all came back to you.

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"You've been moping around for days now," MJ wasn't wrong. You'd shown up at her apartment in the late night hours after your fight with Peter and she'd welcomed you without hesitation. Although only small details of what happened had come to light, Mary Jane Watson was a smart woman and had more or less put the pieces together, "are you either going to tell me the whole story or just continue being sad?"

"Shut up," you groaned playfully, throwing the big couch blanket over your face, "its nothing."

"I know you, and Pete, and you're both terrible liars," MJ pulled the blanket away, a knowing little look on her face. You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on top of them before letting out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh, “c’mon. What’s wrong?”

“Pete and I had a fight and it got a little heated,” you confessed, “he came home hurt and I was upset and it just…turned out all wrong. I told him that I hated seeing him hurt and that I thought maybe he should consider slowing down his…duties a little bit. He didn’t take it well.”

“I’m sure it was just the moment,” she always had this calming aura around her and you already felt a tiny bit better, “it’s not like Pete to argue or…be mean.”

“I know,” you could count the number of times the two of you had what you would consider an actual argument on one hand, “I think it just went a little far and I’d thought it was best to give him some distance. He…umm, and I know he didn’t mean it but he said that if I wasn’t okay with him being Spider-Man then maybe we should break up.”

“He actually said that?” her brow furrowed as you nodded meekly, “that’s not like him…but you know he didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” you sure hoped it was true anyway, “it’s just because I care about him, you know? We’ve talked about maybe starting to grow our family and I just wonder how he’s going to handle everything he normally does on top of having a baby. Plus, I hate seeing him get hurt and so exhausted all the time. I don’t want to take anything away from him, I just want him. I want him home and safe and cared for. And I hate the idea that he thinks I’d ever want him to stop being Spider-Man.”

“If he has any sense he’ll know that,” the redhead promised, “it might just take a minute for him to catch up. He is a man after all.”

At that you laughed, a full and true laugh that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like ever. You’d give Peter his space, but you hoped that at the end of the day he would come home to you, or rather, you would go home to him. 

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You almost jumped out of your seat at the kitchen table when you heard the loud and heavy knocking at the door. Scrambling out of the chair you darted to the door and peeked into the hallway to see who was at the door. To your surprise, you found a very anxious Peter Parker standing there. Your heart skipped a few beats as you hesitated on whether or not to open the door.

“I know you’re there,” he said softly, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

"What are you doing here, Peter?" You kept the mostly shut, leaving just enough room for you to poke your head out. It had been almost a week since you'd seen him and he didn't look much better than when you'd left. Your expression softened, any residual anger melting away. You could never stay mad at him.

"I wanted to talk to you," he almost choked on his words as he allowed himself to steal a peek at you, "and I want you to come home."

Home. The house that was one May Parker's was now his - yours. Together you had taken the good old memories and made even more of your own. You loved it there, and you loved it even more with Peter. 

“I think we should talk before we make any decisions,” part of you wanted to jump into his arms and squeeze the life out of him and kiss him and everything, but you didn’t. Instead you opened the door a little wider and motioned for him to come inside; MJ was out but you figured she wouldn’t care.

“I love you,” he blurted out before he even stepped inside, his cheeks turning a subtle shade of pink. Your mouth opened in surprise but you couldn’t deny the fact that it warmed your heart. There were still bits and pieces of the boy you’d fallen in love with so many times under there. 

“I love you too, Pete,” you motioned for him to follow you as you walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch across from him. He sat down slowly, hesitantly, trying to get a read on you. But you had your best poker face on and weren’t showing your cards in the slightest, “you know that no matter what, I’ll always love you.”

His shoulders shagged with relief at your revelation; not that he had really doubted that but sometimes reassurance was needed. He nervously played with his hands, trying to gather his words; he had so much to say but wasn’t sure if he could manage to get it all out. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you reached over to give his hands a small squeeze. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered, “just talk to me.”

“I’m sorry for how I acted that night,” he whispered, “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I didn’t mean it when I said I thought that maybe we should break up. I don’t want to break up - I want you.”

“I hope you know that I never want anything but the very best for you,” he closed his eyes and nodded gently. Of course he knew that, you’d never given any reason to doubt that, “I never wanted to upset you, Pete.”

“I know,” he swallowed, a thick lump welling up in his throat, “I’ve always known that. It’s just that…I don’t know if I can just slow down and leave Spider-Man behind.”

“Peter,” you moved closer to him, your voice so soft and gentle that it almost made him cry, “slowing down doesn’t mean you’re leaving Spider-Man behind. You’re always going to be Spider-Man, nothing is going to change that. But it’s okay to let go a little and trust that Miles will be there for the city. And maybe some else in the future, maybe a whole gang of spiders. But you’ve been doing this for a long time, Peter. You deserve to rest too, you know.”

He looked up at you, teary-eyed and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, hugging onto him tightly; had the hug been reversed he would have probably crushed you but you wanted him to know how much you loved him, “I’m sorry.”

He melted into your arms, nuzzling his face into your neck, his breathing growing ragged. You rubbed his back soothingly, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. His tears soaked into the cotton of your shirt but it didn’t matter at all to you -  all you wanted was for him to know he was loved and safe. 

After a while of holding him you pulled yourself out of his tight grasp and took his face in your hands, brushing away the drying tears on his face, “hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you. I’m not forcing you to do anything, I’m just giving you my opinion of what I’m seeing. Ultimately, it’s up to you, Pete. But you have to take care of yourself too. Will you at least try that? If not for you, I’ll be selfish and ask you to do it for me.”

“I will,” he turned his face so he could place a kiss into the palm of your hand, “I do want to marry you a-and start our family. Like we’ve always talked about.”

The way your eyes lit up was enough to indicate to him that whatever decisions he made or steps he took to make that future a reality would be worth it. You were worth it. You leaned in and kissed him tenderly, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised, “I think you’re right about what you said and I think deep down I’ve known it too. It’s just so hard to admit it in a way.”

“It’s not saying goodbye,” you reminded him, “it’s just slowing down a little bit and taking moments for yourself.”

“I’ll work on it,” he decided it was a vow that he was going to keep it, “but if I’m ever an idiot, just remind me that I’m an idiot.”

“I have no problem with that,” you grinned excitedly, “my sweet Spider.”

“And I’m sorry,” he ran his hands up and down your sides, squeezing them gently, “really. For the things I said and how I acted. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that at you.”

“Apology accepted,” you took his hands in yours and held them tightly in turn, “thank you.”

“Will you come home?” he was nervous to ask but all he wanted was for you to be back home with him; it felt so strange and foreign without, “I-I understand if you don’t want right now but-”

“Of course,” you cut him off with a finger to his lips, “I want to come home. Plus, I think MJ will be glad to get rid of me moping around all the time. I missed you a lot, Pete.”

“I missed you so much,” he crushed you to his chest, causing you to laugh softly, “I can’t wait to have you back. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Me too, Pete,” you burrowed yourself into his warm body as much as you could. You were already home. Peter would always be your home, “I love you, Spidey. My Spidey."

That made him beam brighter than the sun, “I love you too, honey.”

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this changed my life.

[stinkysam]

Peter Parker - First time

Warning : nsfw

Genre : fluff / smut

Synopsis : "tasm!peter's first time with his bf. peter is shy, nervous, [...] and his bf is also kinda nervous but [...] just so sweet about peter being nervous and. just. fluffy smut. thats all it is" - anon

Reader : male (he/him)

A/N: tagging @bigassbisaster since you were interested in it (back in February) // I have no excuses. I forgot about it multiple times, moved fandoms a couple times as well, forgot again and some more 🧍‍♂️… // end is rushed but it that or nothing

Due to both his duty as a hero and your job, spending time together ended up a bit difficult. And when you finally had time, you’d spend it by helping him heal his wounds or with unprompted dates around New York. He prided himself in knowing all the best places around thanks to his daily aerial points of view.

But this time it was different, the kisses and touches feeling a bit more needy than usual. You had been patient, you knew of his previous relationship and how it ended, so you took things slowly.

You tried to keep him focused on your lips as you kissed him again and again. Maybe a bit too much you thought with amusement at Peter’s difficulty in pulling your pants down. You knew he was nervous about going further with you. You’ve never done it together and you both wanted it to be unrealistically perfect.

Whispering “I love you”s against his neck, sending chills down his whole body. He reciprocated all of them, not wanting any of your affection to feel unheard. You pull him down with you, resting on your back with Peter on top of you.

You take your shirt off and laugh gently as you watch him struggle with his, his right arm and head stuck in his dark blue shirt.

“Need help ?”

“No, no. I huh- meant to do that, actually.” He says as he finally frees himself, tossing the shirt away with an awkward smile. You pulled him closer, kissing and cautiously caressing his skin, avoiding the most recent couple of bruises. You could tell he was still a bit nervous as he tried to strike up unnecessary conversations but he slowly eased into it. Relaxed enough to try working on your pants again. And soon you were both naked.

It was the first time you’d been this close, skin to skin. It felt a bit awkward but also so beautiful. You just wanted to stay like this forever, kissing and caressing one another lovingly. So much skin to give love to.

Peter, still anxious about taking the lead, preferred to follow yours.

“Wait, do you have condoms ?”

“Wooden box on top of the drawer, love.”

‘Love’. You didn’t use that nickname much but each time you did it would always give him butterflies. It’s thanks to it that Peter kissed you for the first time and confessed his feelings for you. And once again it gave him enough courage to take the lead, stroking your cock with his.

Fuck, your moans sounded like God’s favorite angels singing in his ears.

Despite not wanting to stop, Peter had to after clumsily reaching for the wooden box and knocking it to the floor, having it roll all the way to the furthest corner of the room. With a sigh Peter planted his face in your chest, earning a chuckle from you while you gently caressed his hair.

You laughed, watching him run bare assed toward the box and come back with his hands full of wrapped condoms, mocking your laugh.

“Easy bunny, one is enough,” you said as he threw them all to where you were “and the lube is on your left”.

Covering his dick out of reflex, Peter awkwardly ran back to you with it, sheepishly smiling. A few shy kisses quickly grew into something more again, your lubed fingers teasing his ass, enjoying a bit too much the surprised sounds escaping his mouth as he still tried to strike up a discussion about your day. Choking on his own words before asking more of you.

You obliged, placing kisses all over his face while you hurriedly put a condom on before pushing inside him, feeding on his delicious moans.

No uncertainty was left.

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— jumpsuit.

pairing: circus ringmaster!tasm!peter parker x animal rights activist!fem!reader

genre: dark circus au, enemies to lovers, smut

word count: 3.3k

warnings: enemies to lovers, peter's kinda sus, fourth wall break in like one sentence, mentions of animals being in cages, rough make-out session, mild dirty talking, hair pulling, vaginal s.ex

summary: you're an animal rights activist who has been closing down many circuses in your are due to animal cruelty, except for one: Spider’s Enchanting Circus. During a show you decide to sneak to take some pictures but the ringmaster is waiting for you.

a/n: this was written for @spidervee 's april is for au's writing event! Been wanting to write something like this for ages and finally this gave me motivation to do so, so thank you!! and a special thank you to @leydileyla who beta read this <33

I couldn't help myself and made a playlist for this click here to listen!

You despise all of it. 

You despise the smell of fresh popcorn, the scent of sweet cotton candy, the joyful chitter-chatter of the people, the laughing children who play far away from their mother’s long skirts. Every little bit of it makes your gut wrench in agony. You take in quick, sharp breaths and look up. The moon shines bright upon you all, the glow of the moonlight elevating everyone’s skin with a soft glow. A child bumps into you and you scorn at the young boy, hence making him run away with fear. You are not the monster here. The monster who you seeked and wished to bury was hiding amongst the comfort of his large, banal tent. The Spider’s Enchanting Circus lays ahead, red and white artificial fiber moving with the wind, mimicking the waves of a desolate sea. 

Quickly, you begrudgingly buy a ticket, the prices raised up due to your last minute purchase. You feign a smile at the seller and tip your hat, adjusting it so it would cover more of your features. You can’t afford anyone recognizing you now or later. Swiftly, you mix into the crowd, looking at them all with disgust as they were fooled by the colorful lights and sparkles of a well put on show. 

The true horror is beyond those curtains– the cruelty the animals must suffer under the hands of greedy humans. 

The Spider’s Enchanting Circus was the last circus still open for business. It aggravated you. The rest you had managed to close down with your colleagues, they had all gone down like domino stones, but not this one. The spider is too tricky. No photographing is allowed inside, no lingering after shows, no snooping around– Those animal rights activists who did manage to sneak around, got caught, came back the next day dazzled, saying there was no harm being done to animals. You believe the reason for this to be bribery. But who knows? Tonight you will find out everything.

With the rest of the crowd, you scurry inside. You’re highly agitated, annoyed whenever you see the twinkle inside of other’s eyes. You lift your gaze away from the ground, finally looking up as the corridor ends– 

This is the first time you see the inside. 

You hate to admit, but your heart begins to beat faster, fluttering in your chest as the breath is knocked from your lungs. The inside is huge, much bigger than you anticipated, fairy lights decorating above, mimicking the endless stars that decorate the night sky. You look ahead towards the stage, another stranger bumps into you, muttering about you blocking the way. Red and blue smoke covers the stage but you can faintly see the silhouettes of performers huddling within, you lick your lips as a child-like excitement fills your chest. Then you suddenly shake your head, blinking rapidly as you remember what you were doing here in the first place. Your lips forming a thin line, you part away from the crowd and walk beneath the benches. You were hoping this route is discreet enough and will eventually lead you backstage. 

Your plan is simple; Sneak backstage, take pictures of the caged animals and leave without anyone noticing you. Easy peasy. 

When you reach backstage you’re disappointed to see that no animals can be seen. There’s costumes, magic boxes and other items you’re not quite sure what they are. You hear a loud muffled clapping and cheering, and an announcer soon follows. Alerting you that the show has begun. The small hairs on your nape stand up, a chill overtaking your body as you frantically look around. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Placing a hand on your chest, you breathe– In and out– Slowly. It was just your nerves. No one is here… though… Now you think about it, why isn’t anyone backstage? 

“My my look at you,” 

A shudder crawls up your spine in the form of a spider, you feel sick as you slowly turn on your heel. You’ve never seen the ringmaster up close before, he’s much more…put together than you expected. He has dark brown, soft looking hair that gently curls above his forehead, the color of his eyes is a dark, warm chocolate and framed with long lashes. His smile is a mischievous one, the tip of his canines showing as it grows the more you stare. You swallow, eyes traveling lower while you take a step back. He has a lean, yet muscular body. He’s wearing a black tight suit, a top hat above his head and a fluffy boa wrapped loosely around his neck. He tilts his head to the side, you notice that he’s observing you as well. 

He tips his hat, his eyes never leaving your figure as they peek through his lashes. 

“I’ve been dying to meet you– The trouble-maker,” he purrs, there’s a certain melody to his voice and it makes you feel uneasy. 

You puff up your chest, feigning confidence as your nails digs into your palms. You’re not surprised that he knows of your presence, but you didn’t come here empty handed. 

“I’ve been dying to meet you too,” you lace your voice with venom. “Peter Parker.” 

He freezes upon hearing his name. Another shudder climbs up your spine, something dark passes through his gaze but he quickly hides it with a charming smile. But you can see as clear as day how tense his muscles got, his chin strained as he tries to keep up his facade. 

“Using name’s without one’s permission is quite rude, is it not?” he clicks his tongue. “And dangerous if I might add,” 

“Are you implying I’m in danger, Mr. Parker? If so, that would make my job much more easier,” 

“And what this job might be, y/n?” 

Your stomach churns when he uses your name, you should’ve expected it but it still comes as a shock. He walks forward and before you know it he’s behind you, his movements remind you of one of a snake. You feel Peter’s breath against your nape, goosebumps bursting across your skin. Embarrassingly enough your breath hitches. You can almost feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, your mind swirls. 

“You must think I’m a fool if you think I’ll tell you anything,” you chuckle but it sounds fake even to you. “I’ll be taking my leave now–” 

“Oh, you certainly won't be doing that–” he mutters your name directly into your ear, a sigh escapes your lips. 

He’s playing you like an instrument. You hate it. 

You part your lips to snap back but before you can you hear a lever being pulled and the floor disappears from underneath your feet. You scream as you fall into darkness, your hand reaching up in hopes to catch the light that slowly becomes smaller and smaller. You can vaguely see Peter falling right beside you, the frame of his face illuminated by the light that soon disappears completely, before it does you see his lips twisting into a sly grin and he winks at you. 

It feels like you’ve been falling forever. Your throat is sore from the screaming and your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest at any given moment. You’re not sure if your eyes are closed or you think of that due to the darkness– 

A soft light suddenly blinds you and you find yourself sprawled on top of endless animal plushies. Your chest heaves as you claw the soft toys, feeling their fur as you take in deep,sharp breaths. You scan your surroundings, there’s a piano in the corner and Peter stands right next to it, he’s unphased by the fall, his hair and smile still intact. You still feel a bit light headed as you collect yourself off of the pile of plushies. Holding your head you take a step closer to him, your eyes going in between Peter and the untouched, dusty piano. 

“You’re not going to sing to me are you?” you say, looking up to where you fell from. “And where the hell are we?” 

Peter chuckles but there’s no emotion behind it. 

“No, I’m not going to sing to you. Besides it would be quite hard to do in this form of media,” 

“What?” 

He quickly waves his hand, dismissing your question entirely. “Oh, nothing– Anyway as for your second question, we’re underneath the circus,” 

“Why did you bring me here?” 

“Just thought you and I should have a chat. I do know why you’re here you know, and I’m here to convince you whatever you think we’re doing, we are not,” 

You snort, “I have my doubts. You say you know why I’m here, enlighten me then,” 

You jump when the piano begins to play on its own. Your eyes widen with horror while Peter takes a step closer to you, his forefinger tapping against his jawline. 

“You think we torture animals,” he says, strolling around you like a vulture. You have trouble keeping an eye on him, you begin to sweat. “You’re an animal rights activist which is most admirable but you’re barking the wrong tree– We take good care of our animals as you can see,” 

The rest of the room lights up, the soft light now so bright that it burns your irises. You quickly squint, eyelids slowly opening as your eyes adjust and when your vision is completely clear, your jaw drops– the room, which is much bigger than a regular room, is filled with glass cages, in retrospect they’re clean, filled with trees, food and fresh air. How it has all those things confuses you but you opt to not question it. Somehow the glass cages are  much more open than most zoo’s and definitely much better than other circuses but it’s still wrong. It makes you sick. The individual cages contain lions, elephants and other animals. 

“See they’re all cared for, no need to fret,” 

“You’re sick,” you snarl, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “These are still cages, it doesn’t matter how nice it may seem,” 

“Well, what shall we do in this predicament then? What’s your big bold plan that’s going to close down my circus?” 

“I…I’ll take pictures–” 

“With this?” Peter holds up the camera that was supposed to be in your bag. “Sorry darling, you won’t be getting evidence of what goes down in my circus,” 

Again, Peter’s behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he holds the camera an inch away from your face. He lets it fall to the floor, a loud crash is heard, it breaks into a million pieces. Your brows furrow with frustration, anger growing inside of you the longer you stare at the broken machine. The piano is still playing, a bit faster now. Your breath stutters. 

“You asshole–” 

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

Peter is suddenly in front of you once again, you grit your teeth and lunge forward. He swiftly moves away from your hands that had no aim and chuckles. Peter playfully turns on his heel and rolls his shoulders, you want to strangle him. 

“Now what?” you hiss. “Are you going to keep me in a cage too?” 

Peter curiously raises his eyebrow, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he walks towards you. He stops only an inch away, he raises his gloved hand and gently tilts your head up by your chin. Your body heats up when he forces you to lock your gaze with him, your lips part and you let out a silent gasp. 

“Now that’s rather an enticing idea but no. I do not plan on keeping you hostage, quite the contrary in fact, you’ll be walking out of here quite regularly so you don’t need to fear me or my circus,” 

“I do not fear you.” you jeer. “And you can’t silence me. I’ll keep coming back.” 

“That’s the outcome I’m hoping for. It would pain me to never see you again.” 

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. You’re lost for words, not really knowing how to respond to his flirtatious remarks as he still holds his finger under your chin. You absolutely hate how conceited he is, how sure of himself he is– Yet your curiosity edges you to explore more. Peter’s smile only grows, his thumb slides up your jaw and brushes against your lips. He presses his thumb and without even thinking you part your lips. You stop breathing when he slides the limb between them, the taste of leather heavy on your tongue as he feels the wet muscle. 

“Look at that, it seems you don’t see me as a complete monster– Ouch!”

Peter yanks his hand away, hissing at the pain as you shoot him a triumphant smile. Upon noticing your reaction he laughs, tilting his head as he licks his lips. 

“You bit me?” he asks despite knowing that you did. “Maybe I should keep you in a cage,” 

You only smile, flashing him your teeth as he hurriedly makes his way towards you. Before you can react, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back. He dives into your fully exposed neck, tracing his tongue against the artery, he drags his teeth as well. You groan at the feeling, your body growing hot by the second. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest and your head begins to spin, mild jolts of pain spread throughout your scalp but you don’t object to it. Peter’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, his lips crashing down on yours in a bruising kiss. 

Peter sucks the air from your lungs and you fear this might’ve been his plan all along. His free hand travels down your body, feeling everything you have to offer. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, tasting you as your teeth clank together, his nose smushed against yours as he cocks his head to the side. He cups one of your breasts and squeezes, it coaxes a sheer moan out of you and you break the kiss, breathing heavily as he grins down at you. 

“You like that?” he whispers, he flattens his tongue against your lips and chuckles. “I thought I was a menace?” 

“Shut up,” you groan. “You talk to much,” 

“Do I, now? I haven’t noticed–” 

You drown out the words he’s about to blabber with a kiss of your own, you can feel him smiling against it and it agitates you further. Your hands claw at his chest, desperately trying to unbutton his obnoxious shirt. Peter’s hands come down to your wrists and squeeze them, it’s uncharastically gentle. He moans into your mouth as he guides you, hips grinding against yours while you finally manage to strip him. The fluffy boa falls to the floor along with the shirt, your fingertips traveling along his taut muscles. Peter takes a step forward and you take one back, your lips never leaving one another until you fall on top of the pile of plushies. You look up to him, flustered as you take in the sight of his body. He begins to undo his belt and gestures to your clothes with his eyes. 

“Strip.” 

“I’m doing no such thing while you’re looking at me like a piece of meat,” 

“I’m merely returning the look you’re giving to me,” he purrs. “Now strip, or do you want me to do that for you?” 

You glare at him as you throw your cap to the side and pull off your shirt. 

“Good girl.” 

Your body reacts at his words, your cunt fluttering while you quickly tug down your pants and as soon as you do Peter, the ringmaster you wanted to throw into prison, is all over you. His lips are on your neck, both hands on your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples as you close your eyes in pure ecstasy. Your lips part with a moan you’re ashamed to make but you can’t help it as the man devours you like a man starving. Peter grinds his cock against your stomach, it feels hot against your skin and your back arches. He sinks his teeth into your neck as a response, he bites it so hard that your fingers threads his hair, tugging harshly so that he’ll let go. Peter sucks on your skin one last time before letting go of you with a pop. His one hand travels between your writing bodies, his fingers curling around his cock, he positions it so it’s resting right between your wet folds. 

When his length rubs against your clit, you can’t help the way you cry out. 

“Tell me what you want and don’t hold back on the details,” 

Your breathing hitches, lungs burning as you contemplate if you should answer him or not. While the silence grows between the two of you, your awareness of what you were doing also grows. But despite it, you don’t want to stop. Peter grins, grinding his hips once more, he intently watches the way your face contorts with pleasure. 

“I do have a show to run, you know? I don’t have all day,” 

You decide to trade your pride in for only mere moments of pleasure, hopefully it’ll be worth it. 

“I want you to fuck me,” you choke out. “I want you to make me cum again and again as you whisper absolute filth into my ear– Does that sound like something you can do, Peter Parker?�� 

“Oh, I’m loving this. Don’t worry y/n, I’m not letting you leave this circus until you’re thoroughly satisfied,” he groans and presses his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet,” 

Your cheek heats up at the remark but you have little time to drown in embarrassment as he pushes in with one swift motion. Your eyes open wide, heart fluttering as your cunt squeezes around him. The way he stretches you is indescribable, his cock reaching your deepest parts while he nibbles your neck. Groaning, you roll your hips and the both of you groan and the overwhelming sensations. Peter chuckles, his lips travel down and he sucks one nipple into his mouth as he begins to rock his hips. 

You’re left breathless at the way he thrusts into you; Fast, hard and calculated. He’s hitting all the spots to make your head spin, meanwhile his tongue dances along your fully erect nipple. Peter is playing you like an instrument, every moan and whimper he coaxes out of you is a new set of lyrics accompanying the melody of the piano. Slick dribbles down your thighs and further wet’s his cock, every time he thrusts his hips, your eyes roll back at the way his pelvis hits your clit. Heat builds within you, it leaves you desperately chasing for your inevitable release. Your thighs tremble, your back arches, Peter lets go of your nipple and drowns out the voices you make by pressing his lips against yours. 

Your orgam washes over you in the form of violent waves. Your eyelids flutter as you part away by moaning his name, your cunt gushes around his cock, endless amounts of slick dripping down to the floor. Peter occupies his mouth by nipping at your jawline, he grinds his hips and each time he does another jolt of pleasure electrifies your nerves. 

Peter is the one to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting the both of you as he looks down and smiles. 

“It looks like that was most pleasurable,” 

“You’re a nuisance,” you mutter between pants. “This changes absolutely nothing,” 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind after I keep good on my promise,” 

“Whis is…?” 

“Not letting you leave until you’re thoroughly satisfied,” he keens as he rolls his hips. Your eyes immediately roll back, only now you realize that he’s still fully hard. “After that you can hate me all you want.” 

“I don’t need to wait that long. I’m currently hating you right now.” 

“That’s a shame because I’m loving you right now.” 

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Tobey!Peter: I’m begging you, just be cool. Tom!Peter: Hey. Who’s cooler than me? Andrew!Peter: Everyone.

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Tasm! Petey fluffy praising moments with fem reader? 🥺

Tutoring with TASM!Peter

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hi! i didn’t know if you wanted Peter and reader in a relationship or (flirty?) friends, so i kind of tried to do a mix of new friends but both of them like eachother, hope that’s alright!! :)

warnings: none! just fluff and peter being cute

word count: 553

When you first asked Peter to tutor you, you were terrified.

You’d had a couple of your classmates try to show you the work, but if you ever showed signs of struggling they would roll their eyes at you. Often paired with a snide comment that made you feel like a failure.

So when Peter was more than happy to help, you were surprised- but still apprehensive.

Peter was second in your class, kind of a loner, and constantly writing equations that looked like pure nonsense to you. It didn’t help that he was well, to put it politely… hot as fuck. You were incredibly intimidated, but he was actually super chill.

When you got to his house, you were greeted by Peter's aunt May. You told her your name and she immediately let you in, saying Peter had told her all about your “study date”.

Before she said anything that could embarrass Peter, he came running down the stairs. “Oh hey, you ready to study?” He said, smiling at you.

You nodded, waving goodbye to May, and headed up the stairs.

Once you got in his room, he turned to you, “What do you want to start with?”

You spent the next half an hour working on a part of your Physics homework you just couldn’t get. While Peter was an amazing teacher, this one equation just wouldn’t click with you, it didn’t make sense.

Your cheeks went red with embarrassment, “Peter- I’m so sorry I’m wasting your time.”

He turned at you with a sad look in his eyes, “No, you’re not wasting my time,” he said, wiping the look off of his face and smiling at you, “Just gotta look at it from a new angle.

And so Peter tried… and I mean TRIED. After an hour of multiple different tactics from multiple different learning styles, you finally tried to get the equation.

“Is this the answer?” You asked, passing your notebook to him.

Honestly, it was more embarrassing to watch him do the equation you spent ten minutes trying to do and an hour to learn in under a minute. But god did you hope you didn’t get it wrong.

He nodded at his work, then looked at yours. A smile spread across his face, “Perfect,” you beam as he leans over to hug you. “Absolutely perfect. See? I told you, you’re a genius.” He kissed your forehead.

Two weeks later, you ran up to Peter with a smile on your face. “Peter! Look!” you said, passing him your paper.

You’d gotten full marks on the test. He beamed, picking you up and spinning around, “There she is!” he says while spinning you, “I knew the genius would show her brain to the world!”

You giggled, smacking him to put you down. Once you did, he looked a little… sad? You reached for his hands and interlocked them with your own.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you said.

He smiled, but the smile didn’t really reach his eyes, “Guess you don’t need tutoring anymore do ya?”

You looked at him with furrowed brows, “Well, sure but… we can still hang out, right?”

Now his smile is in his eyes, he looks up at you. “Yeah? You like to hang out with freaky loner nerds?” He kidded.

“Almost exclusively,”

[ddejavvu]

head empty no thoughts only “Just one Spider-MAN. Or woman!! We don’t know!! fer sEuRe.”

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The Future Lies in a Dream | (TASM) Peter Parker

📝 Title: The Future Lies in a Dream

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Peter first learns about your death in a dream. But when Harry Osborn escapes from prison, its no coincidence. | 3.2k

🧧 Warnings: mentions of Gwen, mentions of breaking up, a near death experience

The air was running cold, and so was his blood.

Peter could practically see the fear in your eyes as you dangled at the edge of the bridge. His ex best friend and now enemy, Harry Osborn, merely holding you by the collar of your shirt.

The sun was setting into the horizon, a perfect view to end a picnic date. But Peter left you for a moment to go to the bathroom and he got back to his spidey senses tingling like crazy and you gone as Harry’s sinister laughter broke through the air.

This wasn’t deja vu. History was literally repeating itself.

Peter tried, he begged Harry to let you go, because it was him he wanted. Not you.

Harry just laughed, muttering something about Gwen.

Then, with a taunting goodbye, he dropped his hold on you. A scream leaving your lips as gravity pulled you towards a 30 feet drop down to asphalt.

Peter dove to catch up with you, he couldn’t let it happen again, reaching a hand out he shot a web.

The air pushed your hair a bit to surround you like a halo as you could only hope for the best.

Just when the web was about to stick to the ground beneath you, creating a sort of net in order to cushion your fall, something hard collided into Peter’s side - carrying far away from you as the fear grew in your eyes.

Harry chuckled from above his hoverboard, “You really think I would let you succeed Peter?”

—

Peter sat up in his bed, a scream leaving his lips as he started breathing heavily and cold sweat coated him from head to toe.

“Peter?” You rushed into the room upon hearing your boyfriend’s scream, “Are you okay?”

He stared at you, not being able to respond. The fear in your eyes seemed so real, the whole ordeal seemed so real.

“Peter?” Your voice rang through his mind again, pulling his attention to your worried look, “What happened?”

He shook his head, giving a small shrug, “Just a bad dream.”

The worry lines on your forehead depend as you rubbed his arm gently, “Do you want anything? Chocolate? Water?”

Peter gave a small smile, silently trying to reassure you as he shook his head, “A cuddle would be nice.”

You rolled your eyes at him despite the smile that was clear on your lips as you scooted closer to him, “Come here you big baby.”

Sitting in between Peter’s legs, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know I love you, right?” He suddenly said.

“Course I do.” You looked up at him, smiling as you turned to face him, pecking a kiss to his nose, “And I love you too.”

Peter pressed his forehead to you, jutting his bottom lip out in a small pout, “Why weren’t you in bed when I woke up?”

“Why? Am I not allowed to go to the bathroom?” You laughed.

Peter pouted even further as he huffed, “You didn’t come from the bathroom. We literally have a bathroom right in this room, you came from the living room.”

You laughed even harder, “Fine, you caught me. I was in the living room.”

“And what were you doing in the living room?”

“Reading with a cup of coffee.”

A dramatic gasp came from Peter, pulling out the giggles from you.

“Treachery.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic, Pete.”

“I’m not being dramatic. I thought I was your boyfriend, woman - how dare you drink coffee and read without me?”

“If it makes you feel better, I also made you a cup and left out your current read for when you wake up.”

Peter grinned before standing up and carrying you bridal style as he made his way to the living room,

“What’re we waiting for then?”

—

Dreams never repeated themselves twice.

Peter was sure of it, he had even searched it up in hopes that it wasn’t just him being paranoid.

The same thing, the same scenario happened over and over again. How was that possible?

Unless, it was some sort of warning?

Fear quickly rose up like bile in Peter’s throat. Flashes of that night came back vividly in his mind: the chill of the air, Harry’s unforgivable laughter, the way everything seemed to move in slow motion as he desperately tried to save Gwen… but failed nonetheless.

“Peter? Are you okay?” Your voice rang through his mind, pulling him back to reality.

He licked his lips, giving you a smile, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” You asked with a chuckle, putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, “Because you looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Peter chuckles nervously, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

You reached for the remote, about to put Netflix on when the news flashed across the screen.

Convict and ex-owner of Oscorp Industries, Harry Osborn, has escaped from prison.

Peter placed a hand on your wrist, eyes trained on the news report as the journalists continued to give more information on the event.

Peter’s mind was spinning as you searched for a good movie. Harry Osborn was now roaming the streets of New York. And he would out for revenge.

Oh shoot.

—

The digital clock next to your bed read 2 am. And Peter wasn’t home from his patrol yet.

You tried to indulge yourself in your current read, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus. Worry had overtook you and you were praying and hoping that Peter was safe.

A small thud by the balcony of your shared apartment put your mind at ease.

As soon as you stood up from the couch, Peter trudged into the living room - his mask in his hand and his suit showing minimal signs of any damage.

“Hey,” Peter cooed, cupping you cheeks to gently push your head up to look at him, “why do you look so worried? I’m fine.”

You shook your head, brushing a small brown curl out of his eyes,  “You took longer than usual. Was starting to think something happened to you.”

Peter chuckled, nuzzling his nose on the underside of your jaw, leaning into your touch, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Really?” You laughed.

“Of course.” He answered, “Besides, do you think that a robber trying to go on a midnight stroll inside the bank would let me go home early?”

“You do have a point there.” You laughed.

Peter pressed a kiss to your hairline, the truth is - there wasn’t any bank robber, he just took the extra time in roaming the streets of New York in hopes that he could catch Harry Osborn and put him back in jail before anything bad happened to you.

—

“Peter?” You called into your apartment, kicking the door close with your foot.

No answer came, making you confused. It was only 4 in the afternoon, it was impossible for your boyfriend to be out for patrol already. 

“Pete?“ You tried again, placing the paper bags of groceries on the kitchen countertop.

No answer.

You shrugged, going about to start preparing something for your date night with Peter, assuming that he had some errands to do.

Another sigh leaves your lips as you glance at the wall clock, 10:30 pm. 

Long story short, Peter Benjamin Parker was late. By 3 and a half hours.

Your phone screen lit up as you tapped it, showing you a picture of Peter taken at the top of the Empire State Building and no messages from Peter.

Even trying to text him gave you no replies.

Standing up from the table, you started putting the food into tupperwares when you heard the front door open.

“Y/N? Sweetheart!” Peter appeared in the kitchen door, holding a bouquet of your favorites flowers.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you have him a pointed look, “You’re late.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” He said, walking towards you while handing you the bouquet with puppy dog eyes.

Still glaring at him, you said, “You really think that flowers are going to bribe me, Parker?”

He smiled sheepishly, “Not really? But it’s definitely worth a try?”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to keep a smile from ruining your act,  “Explain.”

“Aunt May called and she had me fix her washing machine then we got caught up in catching up that I didn’t exactly notice the time.”

It was a lie. But you didn’t know that, Peter had caught sight of Harry and tried to catch him - but failed.

Your heart softened at the picture of Peter and Aunt May catching up at the dinner table, ever since Peter moved out - Aunt May was practically alone in the apartment, except for when the two of you would come by for the weekly Sunday dinner with her.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Peter promised, giving you the puppy dog eyes again, “Please?”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“Maybe by eating our dinner in front of the tv while watching a movie?”

“What movie?”

“Y/f/m?”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before giving him a smile, “Fine. But this is not working next time.”

He chuckled, kissing your cheek, “That’s what you said last time.”

You made a face at him, “Don’t push your luck, Parker.”

—

A week had now passed and Peter had still been quite distant, seemingly avoiding you and getting out of the house every chance he gets.

You wake up to a cold space next to you on the bed and you go to bed with the same empty space. Then, you would wake up in the middle of the night since Peter would be back from patrol. 

That was basically the only time you would get to see him.

“Peter!” You called out as your boyfriend was about to head to the door, again.

He slowly turned to face you, “Yes sweetheart?”

You took a deep breath, “We need to talk.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he sat down on the couch, “About what?”

Closing your eyes, you asked the question you dreaded the answer to, “Do you want to break up with me?”

“What?” Peter asked, gaping at you.

“I’m asking you if you want to break up with me.” You said, voice cracking a bit, “Because you’ve been so distant lately and it’s like you’ve been avoiding me. So, if don’t want to be with me anymore, just say so instead of leading me on.”

Peter stood up, shaking his head while he slowly walked towards you, “I don’t want to break up with you! That would be the stupidest idea that would ever cross my mind.”

“Then why are you barely here?” You countered.

“I’m sorry.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours, Peter needed to tell you the truth now or risk losing you.

“All those times I was out, I was looking for Harry Osborn.” He admitted.

“Harry Osborn?” You said, “The convict who recently escaped? The one responsible for Gwen’s passing?”

Peter nodded.

“Peter,” you cooed, reaching up to trace your thumb on his cheek, “I know you want to get revenge. But if you do these thing recklessly then you could get hurt.”

He shook his head, biting his lip, “I’m not hunting him down to get revenge.”

You gave him a puzzled look, “Then why are you doing it?”

That’s when he told you the whole truth. The truth about the dreams he’d been having and the theories that mounted from them.

“Pete, it could be a coincidence.” You said.

“But what if it’s not?” Your boyfriend insisted, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen, “What if it’s not and he comes after you? And he does something to you. I can’t lose you, Y/N. Losing Gwen was the darkest part of my life but losing you will be like being sucked in a black hole I would never want to get out of.”

You cupped his face in your hands and gently brought him closer to you, pressing your lips to him.

“I’ll always be here. Dreams can’t predict the future, Pete. All of this is just a coincidence. So, are you still going to go out or are you going to read a book with your lovely girlfriend?”

Peter chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips, making you giggle, “Fine. Since I want to make it up to my absolutely adorable girlfriend.”

—

“I’m serious Pete!” You laughed, leaning into his embrace, “That cloud really looks like a spider in a tutu.”

“It does not.” He protested, “And no spider in their right mind would wear a tutu.”

“Maybe you should try it sometime? It would look so adorable on you.” You teased, bringing your hand up to jokingly pinch his cheek.

He made a face at you, pushing your hand away, “I will not wear a tutu.”

Scrunching your nose at him, you said, “I’m sure Aunt May will agree with me. You will wear a tutu.”

“I will not.” Peter said, pecking the tip of your nose, “I need to go to the bathroom - don’t go anywhere without me.”

“I won’t go anywhere.” You smiled, “But if I’m missing then you can find me in the bookstore because you took so long.”

Peter chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes before making his way to the bathroom.

Upon making his way back to you, he could feel that something was wrong. 

Dread and fear suddenly flooded through his veins as he spotted the empty picnic blanket.

He pulled out his cellphone and was about to call you when he heard a familiar and rather sinister break through the air.

“Well, well, well, Peter Parker, my old friend.”

Harry Osborn stood in front of Peter on his hoverboard, you in his grasp as you looked at Peter with wide eyes.

“I see you found yourself a pretty one.” Harry snickered, “I just wonder whether she’ll fall as gracefully as Gwen does, sorry, did.”

Peter gritted his teeth, “Let her go Harry. It’s not her that you’re after, it’s me.”

“That’s where you got it all wrong, Pete. She’s exactly who I’m after. Especially if I’m going to get revenge from you.” 

And before Peter could so much as say or do anything else, Harry flew away in his hoverboard along with you as he called out, “See you at the bridge Pete!”

Right now, Peter had gone into full panic mode. He knew this would happen - he can’t let anything happen to you. Running to the nearest alley way, he shedded his hoodie and jeans to reveal the Spider-Man suit and swung off.

The sun was setting over the horizon when he arrived at the bridge, a picture perfect romantic ending to a date.

But nothing about the current situation was picture perfect. 

“Nice of you to finally join us.” Harry grinned, “The view’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“Harry please.” Peter pleaded, “Keep her out of this.”

“Oh no, Peter. Why would I keep her out of it when she’s such a vital part of the plan.” He said in reply.

“Besides, if I let her go - a 30 foot fall will be quite long.” Harry added, threatening to release his grasp on your collar that kept you dangling on the edge of the bridge.

Peter could see the fear in your eyes, just like he had in his dream. He knew how this would go down and he had to find a way to save you.

—

When faced with bad situations, some people would advise you to look on the bright side of things.

But if you’re dangling above the edge of the bridge in the hands of your boyfriend’s nemesis - it was hard to see the bright side of things.

“I’ve waited for this moment Peter. I’ve dreamt of this the whole time I’ve been in prison. Do you think that seeing you suffer from Gwen was enough? You betrayed me, your own best friend, I want to see you suffer until you can’t take any of it anymore.”

You looked at Peter, his facial expression was hidden behind his mask - but you can feel the fear radiating from him.

“Harry please, let’s talk about this.” He pleaded, “You don’t have to be consumed by your anger. I can help you, we can talk things through. No one has to get hurt this time.”

Leave it to Peter to try to see the good in people, that was one of the things that made of you fall in love with him in the first place.

For a minute, you thought that Peter had managed to reel him in - that Harry would surrender.

But Peter gave a cackle, “I know you fell head over heels in love with Y/N, Peter. But let’s see how good you are at catching her.”

And with a taunting goodbye, he released his hold on you.

—

Hearing the scream leaving your lips, Peter dove after you - the only thing on his mind was that he had to save you.

The only difference from his dream and what was happening in front of him was that while you were falling - you back was facing him, meaning that this time he wouldn’t be able to see the fear in your eyes.

He was about to stretch out his arm to shoot a web towards you when his spidey senses started tingling like crazy. Then he remembered the reason why he wasn’t able to “save you” in the first place.

Redirecting his arm to his side, he shot the web to Harry’s hoverboard which was flying towards him - causing him to spiral out of the way.

He brought back his focus to you, taking a deep breath to clear his mind before shooting a web to each of the major joints of your body.

Your elbows, the back of your knees, neck and head and the middle of your torso.

He then hoped that this would be enough to save you with the maximum damage of a few minor injuries.

—

You could see the asphalt coming near you with every passing moment, the wind was blowing through your hair - just like how it was portrayed in the movies. 

Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for the impact - holding nothing against Peter, because you knew in your heart that he loved you with his whole being and he tried to save you.

But the impact never came, instead you bounced a little - just how someone would when they’re attached to a harness.

Slowly opening your eyes, you saw that you were an inch away from the cement. Craning your neck to look behind you, you saw white strings attached to you - like a puppet.

Peter, in the form of Spider-Man, appeared by your side; gently detaching you from the webs he had shot.

Once you were back on your feet, he cupped your face in his hands - trying to keep the tears out of his eyes, “Are you okay?”

You smiled, lifting his mask up on to his nose to press a brief kiss to his lips, “You saved me.”

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[sincericida]

Here's a behind the scenes footage of "Playing Basketball" scene from The Amazing Spider-Man (Film directed by Mark Webb), featuring Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker and Chris Zylka's Flash Thompson.

They are so precious... The best Peter/Spider, the best Flash.

[textsfromtheavengers]

[thebasementgirl]

Istp x Enfp dynamic

Friends: Andrew!Peter and Tom!Peter

Lovers: Jack and Ennis

Enemies: Hades and Megara

[forever-rogue]

Could you please write a story about how best friend reader somehow blips from the TASM!Peter’s universe into MCU!Peters universe and just about the reunion between the reader and TASM!Peter

Bonus points for angst if the reader and TASM!Peter had a fight before they blipped our

AN | This has been in my inbox for months but anon, I hope you see this, and I hope you enjoy it! And yes, I took some liberties with the Peters/timelines ❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Language, Nondescript mentions of Injury

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re being absolutely ridiculous,” you folded your arms across your chest as you glared at your best friend. The very same best friend that happened to be Peter Parker that also happened to be Spider-Man. The boy sighed as he hung his head, his face bruised and bloodied from a rough night. 

“I think I’m being the normal amount of ridiculous,” his attempt to make a joke didn’t land well with you at all. You took the warm, wet washcloth that had been in your hand and tossed it at him. He caught it effortlessly and looked up at you with a pathetic little look on his face, “alright, I deserved that.”

“Peter,” the way you said his name was enough to make his heart constrict. He hated seeing you upset, but he hated knowing that he was the cause of your pain, “look at you. It’s almost four in the morning and you crawled in through my window, bleeding and clearly in pain. I know…fuck, I know you’re Spider-Man but I worry about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me-”

“Telling me that isn’t going to suddenly make me stop caring, Peter Benjamin Parker,” you sat down on the bed next to him, “I think that sometimes you take too many risks when you could play it safer.”

“I don’t…” he couldn’t even get the sentence out. He knew you were right and he knew that’d been even more reckless than normal lately. Peter wasn’t doing it out of anything really…he just wanted to get things and get his point across, “I guess you’re right.”

“I am right,” you whispered, gently taking the cloth back from him, reaching up and gently washing off the blood that had started to dry. The way he winced at even the lightest of touches caused you to frown again, “I love you, Pete. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t know if…” 

You swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, blinking back the tears that were already stinging at the back of your eyes. Peter put his hand on top of your where it rested on his cheek, “nothing is going to happen to me. You’re stuck with me forever, sunshine.”

“Am I?” your voice dropped to a soft whispered, “am I stuck with you forever? Because sometimes I truly wonder about that. I don’t want you coming to me in the middle of the night hurt and upset, but I’d rather have that then nothing because the alternative is…much worse.”

“Yeah,” he missed your touch as soon as you pulled your hand back from him, “I know.”

“Promise me you’ll be more careful?” your voice shook as you willed him to look at you. You wanted him to look at you, wanted to see those big brown eyes looking back at you, “Pete…please.”

“I’ll try and be more careful,” he would barely look in your eyes and that served to break your heart even more, “but I can’t make promises that nothing’s ever going to happen again.”

“Just please don’t make all these sudden, rash decisions, Pete-”

“I can’t promise that will or won’t happen!” he didn’t mean to raise his voice and the way you flinched broke his heart, “you don’t know what it’s like out there! Sometimes you just have to do things…you can’t just think about them!”

You remained silent for a few long moments, before standing up and nodding slightly, “okay. Okay. Get out  please, Peter.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I mean it Peter,” this time it was you that looked away and refused to meet his eyes, “get out. And if you keep acting like this, don’t come back.”

He looked at you in disbelief but when he saw that you weren’t joking, the reality of the situation hit him. He made a small sound before nodding and standing up. He stood there for a moment, both of you avoiding looking at each other, before he gently brushed past you and towards the window. He slid it open but before he could step all the way out he turned back, “I love you too, you know.”

He left without another word, leaving you there with your mind teeling. Had he really just said that and left?

Of course he had. This was Peter Parker after all. With the heaviest of sighs you flopped into bed, not even bothering to get under the covers as you willed sleep to claim you. 

This night had turned out so entirely different from what you had imagined. Now you were afraid you’d lost him forever. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hoped that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Right? Right?

You woke up the next morning to sun streaming in through your window. You groaned as you rolled onto your other side to try and hang onto your sleepiness so you could get a little more shut eye. But luck wasn't having it, and you felt wide awake. With a groan you fumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom; you couldn't place it but something felt…off. 

You couldn't shake the feeling all morning as you got ready for work. You checked your phone too many times for what was warranted and found nothing from Peter. You were half surprised but figured that you were pretty harsh on him last night and decided to give him some more space. You'd try him later if he hadn’t gotten back to you.

As you left your apartment for work, everything seemed slightly…different. Like there was some sort of lavender haze settling over everything. You tried to ignore it, rationalizing that you just weren't thinking straight. 

When you got to your office, you received a few weird looks but no one really said anything. So, you settled into your office and got to work, ignoring the nagging feeling. The fact that you somehow couldn't remember your computer password or that everything in your office was just slightly different didn't register.

What did, however, was that Peter hadn't contacted you. So, during your lunch you decided to call him and apologize. If he was willing to listen anyway. You didn't actually want to lose him, you did, however, want him to stay safe and sound.

Midway through the day you grabbed your phone and called him, waiting either bated breath for him to answer. It rang and rang and when you thought it would be kicked over to voice-mail, it was answered.

"Hello?" It was a voice that was most decidedly not Peter. This one sounded…younger? Different? Something.

"Hi, umm, can I talk to Peter?" Maybe one of his coworkers had answered the phone for him. 

"Well, you're talking to him, so…" he sounded confused as your brows knitted together, "w-who is this?"

"This isn't funny," your eyes were tearing up as you tried to figure out what kind of joke this was, "please just put on Peter. I-I need to talk to him, it's important."

"This is Peter-"

"Peter Parker."

"This is Peter Parker," you wanted to be mad but the voice on the other end of the line wasn't laughing. Nor did he sound even remotely amused, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on but…maybe you have the wrong number?"

You hung up without another word, mind racing as you tried to put all the pieces together. Who had Peter's phone? And why?

What was going on?

The rest of the day went by in a blur, as your mind wandered and wandered through a million possibilities of what was going on with Peter. You came to the only logical explanation you could think of - you would simply go by his place to see what was going on.

As soon as you were done, you almost ran out and to his apartment. The concerned looks you were getting from passersby didn't phase you. All you could think of was Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter.

You knocked on his door, looking around the hall and noticing that a lot of people had made some changes to their places and there were new plants. You listened for his familiar footsteps but after a few moments when you didn't hear anything, you knocked again, this time with more vigor.

This door was wrenched open after a few moments and you found yourself face to face with a young man with wide brown eyes and curious expression etched onto his features.

"Hello?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "can I help you?"

"Peter - where's Peter?" You tried to look past him but realized you had no clue who this kid was. Peter was your best friend, you knew his other friends too, "and who are you?"

"Umm…" he looked behind you before turning around and studying his own space. The boy grimaced before exhaling slowly, "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

"I…I don't understand," you shook your head, rubbing at your tired face in exasperation, "is this supposed to be a joke? Is he in on it?"

"There's - no. Here," he reached into his pocket and fished out his ID and handed it to you. A gasp escaped your lips as you studied. He was Peter Parker and his home address was listed the same as the real Peter, "I don't know what happened with the mix up but-

"Spider-Man," you breathed out softly and a look of shock crossed his features, "how did…how?"

"Peter - my Peter - he's Spider-Man," your mind was reeling as you tried to put all the pieces together, "he has the same phone number and this is his address."

"Wait…" his brows knitted together, "what's your name?"

You told him your name and let out a bit of incredulous laughter, "I know you. Well, umm…I-I guess a version of you. Or whatever this is you. My aunt works with you."

"May? May Parker?" You asked and he nodded with a sheepish shrug. Your May was definitely not going to be the same person, you knew that much. You exhaled slowly, "this is so weird. I don't know what or how or why or anything but I don't think I belong here. You're not…my Peter."

"No," he shook his head and motioned for you to come inside. You stepped into the familiar, yet completely new, apartment and looked around, "is everything okay with him? Your Peter? Are you....?”

“He’s my best friend,” you looked around at all the photos that lined the walls. There were plenty of Peter along with what you assumed were his friends and aunt. Definitely not your May, “at least we were. We kind of got into a fight last night and I basically told him to get out.”

“Oh,” he watched you curiously, “I’ve gotten into a few of those arguments before.”

“You mean the ones where someone gets mad at you for being reckless and asks you to be careful but you claim its part of the job but you’ll try your best?” you asked and Peter nodded in amusement. Part of the job, you supposed. You ran a hand through your hair, “He kept getting hurt and its been getting worse lately and I just…I want him to be careful, you know? He keeps coming through my window, bleeding and bruised, and I’m afraid one day that he’s just not going to be there. He’s not going to come home to me. And I-I can’t lose him. He is…everything to me.”

A mixture of emotions colored his features as you offered him a small, sad little smile, “you’re in love with him.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t even pretend to lie about it, “I am. I have been for a long time. I’ve just never told him. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“I don’t think you have to tell him,” he offered you a lopsided little smile before tilting his head to one of the pictures on the wall. It was of him and a beautiful girl, both of them beaming at the camera, “not if it’s anything like that.”

“I don’t know,” you’d always wondered if he knew or felt the same. You had no idea and now you were afraid that you might never find out, “but what if I…how do I even get back? What am I doing here?”

“I don’t know how it all works,” he confessed and while you knew that it wasn’t his fault at all, you couldn’t help your sigh, “it’s confusing to me at times too. But there’s a whole…multiverse…theory and all that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “all that wild, sciencey stuff. Pete is the science brain…just like you I presume. I’m the…not science person. It all gets kind of lost on me. I just don’t know what to do now.”

“Maybe we can figure it out,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but admit that the kid was growing on you. He seemed sincere and kind…he did remind you of your Peter in a lot of ways, “just give me some time to think, okay?”

“Thank you,” you reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze, “you’re very kind. In the meantime I guess I’ll just try and keep calm and all that.”

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked softly, “do you want to stay here?”

“I’ll go back to my…well, this world’s anyway, apartment,” you hadn’t seen anyone else, namely the alternate universe you, in the apartment or anywhere at your work. You figured you’d probably replaced her…or yourself or whatever it was, “I guess I’ll see you around? You have my number now if you think of anything.”

“I will,” he promised, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow and we can figure out something. If you need anything or anything seems off, please call or text me.”

“Sounds good,” you headed towards the door and gave him a small smile, “thank you, Peter. It seems like in every universe you’re a good guy.”

“But we’ll get you back to your Peter. Promise,” he held up his hand with his outstretched pinkie and you couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. You hooked your pinkie around his and nodded.

You had some hope that whatever happened would be fixed. 

Then you’d go back to Peter and finally tell him how you felt. You had to - you knew you did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few days had passed without much happening. You spent the time you could with Peter and his friend Ned trying to go through all the possible things that could have happened. You kept rehashing each moment in your mind, going through it all over and over again until you felt like you no longer knew what had actually happened. 

The worst part of all was that none of you could figure out exactly what happened or why you were suddenly there instead of your own home. The only thing it did was cause your hope to slowly dwindle away - what if you were stuck there forever? What if you never saw Peter again? That would have been the worst thing of all. The boys did help though and kept reassuring you that things would be alright. You hoped they were right.

After a week, you started to accept that you weren’t going anywhere. At least, you reasoned with yourself, you weren’t stuck in some weird universe that was completely different from what you knew. 

Things were starting to seem normal, until late one evening while you were watching a movie and you heard a loud, frantic knocking at the door.

“Hold on, hold on,” you set your ice cream down and padded towards the door. Perhaps it was a neighbor you hadn’t met before or maybe someone had the wrong address; either way, you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You opened the door without even thinking about checking to see who it was, “hello?”

“Hi,” your mouth opened and closed a few times as you looked at the man standing across the threshold. Peter Parker. But not just any Peter Parker, it was your Peter. 

“Peter?” you almost whispered his name and he nodded at you, confused for just a moment. Without thinking about it, you threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you without missing a beat as he hugged you back just as fiercely, “Peter!”

“Sunshine,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “oh, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you pulled back and took his face in your hands, looking him over. It was still the same man you loved and adored, the bruises and scratches from the last time you’d seen him almost completely gone, “I…I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

“You didn’t really think one little argument was going to keep me away, did you?” he wrapped his fingers around your wrists, looking at you softly, “I thought that maybe you didn’t want to see me. You weren’t answering my calls or texts.”

“I…” he had no clue. He had no idea that you’d been gone for over a week, “how long was I avoiding you?”

“Like…ten days, not that I’ve been counting or anything,” he admitted sheepishly, cheeks pinking, “this was kind of my last ditch attempt to apologize and to tell you that -”

“I’m in love with you,” you couldn't help yourself - you just had to get it out. His big, brown eyes softened and he seemed to lose his voice for a moment. You nervously smiled at him, “Peter Parker. My Peter.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, heart eyed with a lovesick smile on his face, “I’m yours.”

This time he surprised you by pulling you in and kissing you. His actions caught you so off guard that it took you a moment to respond. When you did, you looped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much hunger and neediness. Neither of you wanted to stop, reluctantly pulling apart when you needed air. 

“I’m, ugh, in love with you too,” he pressed his forehead against yours and you couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses from him, “have you been okay? I was getting worried when you didn’t call or text back. No one had seen you either.”

“I’ve got so much to tell you,” you reached for his hand and pulled him inside, “so much.”

“Wait - did something happen?” he looked you over, relieved to see that you didn’t appear to be in any sort of pain or harm, “sunshine?”

“I haven’t been gone,” you weren’t even sure where to begin with this one, “well, not really. I was with Peter Parker.”

“Umm….not sure where I was, but I don’t remember…”

“I don’t expect you to - but you’ll understand,” you looked at him with wide eyes, “because while it was Peter Parker - it wasn’t you. A-and Aunt May was different too.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he grew excited as he quickly caught up on what you were saying - he was a practical genius after all, “are you saying that…”

“Multiverse,” you finished for him, “it’s all true - I think. Some of it anyway.”

“Holy shit.”

“I have so much to tell you,” you grinned, “and, ugh, thank you for not immediately assuming I was crazy.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” he raised his eyebrows, “I’ve heard and experienced stranger things. Tell me more.”

“I will,” you promised, dragging him over to the couch before stopping yourself, “wait - there’s something else I want to do first.”

“What is it-”

And then you were kissing him again and he immediately melted into your touch. 

“Oh,” he sighed softly, “I could get used to that.”

“Good,” you beamed at him and things suddenly felt right again the world, “me too.”

[fandomkicks]

the fact that all the spidermen are bisexual and autistic is crazy…

[alloftheimaginesblog]

requested by anon

You and Peter had been dating for nearly six months and it had been the best six months of your life. Peter was a breath of fresh air into your life, bringing laughter and love and you brought exactly the same into his own life for him. You brought hope and excitement and happiness, some things that he didn't think he'd ever get back... Not after Gwen.

There was just one big problem. Actually two.

Peter hadn't told you that he was Spider-Man and you hadn't told Peter about your own secret identity as you, too, were also a superhero. Neither of you knew the other's secret, not even had an inkling. You kept saying that you'd tell him when the time was right, Peter kept saying he'd tell you soon but when would that be? How long could the two of you keep up this charade?

[wicked-rambles]

HELLO I LOVE HIM??

I know I deadass never post but this took like idk 13 business days and I really want to share it!

Just a little Andrew!Peter either giving or receiving flowers.

[starrykites]

i just want everyone to know that your f/o will always be proud of you

they would be so proud that you did good on a test if you’re still in school

if you’re in recovery for anything, they’d be so proud of you for trying. they would never be upset with you for relapsing, they would just hold you and tell you it was going to be ok.

if you have a hard time with cleaning, your f/o would be so proud of you for cleaning or putting anything away.

if you’re having a hard time getting up and doing tasks, they would help you and they would be so proud of you for doing what you could.

your f/o is always so proud of you. they love you so much.