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sincericida · 1 year
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"During breaks on The Amazing Spider Man 2, Andrew Garfield would go around the NYC neighborhood in full costume and play basketball with the local kids."
Andrew Garfield doing stuff like this makes it why he’s such a perfect Spider-Man.
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mywebhead · 1 year
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He's so iconic 🤪
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sandrasoapbox · 2 years
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same energy
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walllcrawler · 1 year
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THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 BTS ICONS
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shironezuninja · 1 year
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At least AI Art Generators can’t create grotesque jewelry pieces. No faces.
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the-oblivious-writer · 6 months
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After The Storm |1|
Tara Carpenter x Spider-Women!Reader
Chapter One: Mutant Lizards & Kisses
(idk how many chapters I'll do for this series but I'm just winging it for now)
Summary: After your fight with The Lizard, you climb back with quite a few injuries. Luckily, Tara's there to tend to them
Warning(s): Swearing, Police!Sam 🤭, mentions of fighting & injuries
Notes: Based off of this scene in TASM (gotta be one of my favorite scenes). Wrote this while taking a break from writing chp 6 of LTLI. Motivation for this kinda just came to me and I've always wanted to do a spider!reader thing
Masterlist|Next Part
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You limped, nearly collapsing on the roof as you held your side.Your trap for Dr. Connors did not work out how you planned, and your recklessness to get more photos than you needed ended you up with none.
You painfully crawled down, making your way to the fire escape outside the window you recognized. You knocked on it three times with your head, ignoring your pounding headache. You kept your head resting on the window as you heard clicking from the other side. Tara looked over to you and smiled before saying, “Come in,” then turning back to the assignment she was working on.
You push the window up, sliding through the opening as you exhale tiredly. 
“You should maybe, uh, consider coming in through the main entrance,” Tara jokes and you huff a laugh. 
You struggle to lift yourself until finally hopping into her room
“Also, my sister is under the impression that you require psychiatric attention….” Tara finally turns to you when she hears you grunt and her eyes slightly widen.
“Y/N.” She stood up from her chair and rushed over to you. You’re now leaning against the wall, when Tara comes up to you. 
“What the hell happened?” She asked quickly.
“You should see the other guy,” you say in a husky voice; you can still see Tara fretting over your injuries.
She carefully walks you to her bed, gently laying you down, not wanting to cause you any further pain. You tilt your head back as you continue to speak through deep breaths, “the other guy, in this instance being a giant mutant lizard.”
“You’re all bruised up–”
“Tara, I’m fi–”
“You’re not fine,” Tara interrupted in a sharp tone.
“Tara–”
You both stopped your movement when you heard Sam’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Hey, Tara, I have to run to the station. Do you want me to pick up some ice cream from that place you like, on the way back?” You and Tara shared a look before she got up and you rolled to the floor. 
Tara opened the door just a few inches to greet her older sister. “No, Sam. I do not want ice cream. I can’t afford any distractions right now. I have a bunch of exams to prepare for,” Tara said, trying to fake an aggravated tone.
“Okay, I just remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in an ice cream house,” Sam reminded Tara. 
“Well that's impractical,” she said, shutting the door. “And fattening,” she added after opening the door, now shutting it again.
She turned around to see you peeking from behind the bed, giving her a dopey smile. “An ice cream house?” You questioned, still wearing the same expression.
Tara rolled her eyes, nodding, still not saying a word before turning back around to open the door once again. 
“Sorry…” Tara apologized to Sam. 
“It’s really good ice cream.”
“It’s just I can’t, um, I'm doing this um—paper and I’m really focused on it. Didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“It’s okay, I get it. How about I bring you a some for later?” 
“Okay, sounds good. Thanks Sammy,” Tara said with a smile before shutting the door one more time.
As soon as she walked back in the room, she gave you no room to talk. Already giving you directions to follow as she got her medkit from her nightstand’s bottom drawer. 
“Roll down your suit.”
You sigh but comply. “I’m fine, just a little banged up. I almost got him though—Dr. Connors. I can feel it, Tar. I’m gonna get him next time.”
“I swear, Y/N, if you get yourself killed I will make sure you regret it,” the younger Carpenter threatened.
“Why? Gonna miss me?” You teased, looking at the other girl as her attention was on the rubbing alcohol she was preparing. 
“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” Tara replied, but you saw the tiny smile she gave you before looking back at what she was doing. 
“Ah…” You softly groaned, feeling the sting as the rubbing alcohol made contact with your open wound.
Tara gave you an apologetic look, “It’ll be done soon.” 
“And when that's done?”
“What do you mean?” Tara asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“After this, how about we do something?”
She lightly shook her head with a smile before replying. “And Sam comes home to an empty apartment? Yeah, no.”
“I’ll get you home in time before Sam is,” you reassure her. 
“You’re forgetting Sam’s a police captain,” Tara’s body betrays her as she melts into your touch, feeling your hand gently sneak up her arm.
“Unless she can track my web-shooters, I think we’re good.”
 “I don’t know…” she looks down, averting her attention to one of your other cuts she’s tending too.
You left hand lifts her head, her chin resting on your knuckles.
“Come on…” 
Your foreheads meet and the towel in her hand is long forgotten. You brush your thumb against her bottom lip, you both slightly lean in until your lips are only centimeters apart. 
“Easy bug girl…” You heard her whisper.
“What’d you just call me?” You asked as you both lightly laugh, faces never pulling from each other. 
“Let's get out of here,” you said as you comedically shook your head around, causing Tara to giggle. “Just for a minute, come on.”
Your noses rubbed together as Tara leaned into you. 
“No..”
“Yeah..”
“Noo..”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Noooo…” She hated how much she wanted to say yes to you.
“Yesss,” your smile never falters through this yes and no battle. You looked at how Tara looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a smile she was visibly fighting and in that moment you knew you won.
“...I better be home before Sam is.” 
When you land back on Tara’s fire escape, she’s clinging onto you for dear life while her face's buried in your chest. You smile down at her as you tell her, “We’re back by the way,” resisting the urge to place a kiss on her head.
“Yeah—yeah I knew that,” she replied, slowly pulling away from you.
You can’t help but chuckle at her shooken state. “Oh, you think this is funny? We were so high up—a drop that high is deadly, Y/N.”
“You think I’d drop ya?” 
“No, cause’ then Sam would bury you alive.”
“Speaking of Sam,” you’re both fully in the room now as you look at her bedroom door and then back at Tara, “Looks like she’s not here…”
“Y/N…”
“Tara…”
“I already let you swing me around while a billion feet in the air; you’re still needy for my attention?” She teased, slightly tilting her head.
“What, you don’t wanna hang out with me?” You teased back.
You’re now directly in front of her, Tara’s legs hit the back of the bed and you can feel her breath on yours. Your hands end up on her hips and her left hand lightly cups your jaw.
In a husky voice you begin, “Tara, you have no idea–" 
Suddenly the front door can be heard opening, the various locks twisting and turning. You and Tara looked at each other before Tara shoved you under the bed. Footsteps came closer and closer until Sam opened the door to find her sister sitting at her desk, headphones in, and pen in hand.
Tara turned to look at the door, pulling out her headphones when she made eye contact with Sam. “Oh, hey Sam. I was just finishing up this paper,” Tara said innocently, giving the paper a single tap with her pen.
Sam slightly nodded, looking around—Tara noticed this. “Did you need something?” Tara asked the older Carpenter.
“Uh, no—no, I just thought I heard something. Anyways,” Sam slightly shook her head, “got you that ice cream. It’s in the freezer when you want it.”
“Thanks, Sam. Love you,” Tara responded. “Love you too,” Sam said back with a smile before leaving the room but not without taking one more scan of the room.
You waited another minute before crawling out from under her bed. 
“That was a close one, bug girl.”
“Is that gonna be a permanent nickname?”
“You bet it is, bug girl."
You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile grazing your face when you see her dimples show. "You're lucky you're cute," you tell her.
"Oh? Would you rather me call you my savior?" Tara jokingly batted her eyelashes at you.
You bit lip in thought. "It's got a ring to it..."
"Yeah, no. 'Think I'm sticking with bug girl for now."
"Worth a shot," you shrugged before walking over to her,"Now...where were we?"
"You were leaving–"
"Mmm, no. That' not what I recall."
Before Tara could respond, you began placing kisses that travled to her jaw then neck, making her knees grow weak as you slowly lead her to the bed until her back softly hit the mattress.
You hovered above her while she gratefully accepted your touch, holding onto your biceps while you continued to kiss her.
"Y/N, my sister's right outside. And if you've forgotten; she has a warrant out for your 'wall crawling vigilante ass'—her words, not mine," Tara said, breath hitching as you continued to kiss her neck.
You stopped mid kiss, looking around the room then slightly frowned, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at her. "Is she here in the room with us...? Cause I don't see her."
"Y/N..."
"Tara..."
Tara let out a light sigh, raising one of her hands to cup your jaw. "Five. Minutes." She told you, holding your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip.
"Yes ma'am."
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A/N: R because she didn't pack extra web fluid like Tara told her to:
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craving some angst with fluff at the end or like hurt/comfort with peter because im delusional and like to imagine them in my head and in the end it makes us stronger as a couple (i have no idea what im talking about rn) - 🎀
Fight For You
✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader
✮ word count: 1.9k
✮ summary: when you find peter battered, bruised, and barely hanging onto life, you make a rash decision to help him in a fight against vulture. when you get hurt, your mind brings you to a place of guilt.
✮ warnings: language, violence, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, a few kisses, reader overthinks.
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main masterlist ⋆ peter parker masterlist
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The crowd around you couldn’t have been more packed. You’re pushing against the flow of people pushing past you, trying to flee from the scene before you. Any normal person would. But as your boyfriend starts to limp his way towards Vulture, you begin to shove yourself towards him. 
Before he left, he gave you a quick kiss and pleaded for you not to follow him. He knew you were safer in your apartment, but of course, you didn’t remain in the safety of your home. You held your phone tight as you scrolled through the live news, tracking down the focal point of the action. That’s where you find yourself standing at a barricade, watching your Peter clutch his side, barely rising to his feet. 
You have an iron grip on your phone, your knuckles turning white as you fight the urge to hop over the metal. Police cars line in front of you, acting as a second line of defense. Their guns are drawn, focused on Vulture as he towers over your boyfriend. Peter is exhausted, you can tell by the sway in his movements. And when the winged man knocks him to the floor, your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and a quiet plea leaves your lips, “Please, Peter. Get up, get up.”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you open them back up, and you wish you didn’t. Peter is still on the floor lying face down as Vulture laughs, walking towards Peter. The urge to shout after him almost escapes your lips before you realize your surroundings, your words stuck in your throat. 
With the crowd now clear behind you, you feel isolated. Your focus is entirely on Peter, your eyes never leaving his body. Peter is trying to push himself off the ground, but before he succeeds, Vulture plants his claw on his back, keeping him in place on the pavement under him. “No,” you couldn’t hold back the words from escaping this time. Jumping over the barricade, you barely make it another step forward before two police officers hold you back. “Get up! Please, Spider-Man,” you yell, catching both men’s attention. 
“It looks like Spider-Man has a fan!” Vulture turns your head towards you, another full belly erupts from his stomach. You’re thrashing against the hold of the officers beside you while the others stand up straighter at the pivot of the bird’s attention, guns drawn. 
You couldn’t care less for the outcome of your actions, you needed Peter to be alright, and if this is what it takes. Then so be it. 
The moment Vulture’s foot is lifted off of Peter’s back, you take a breath before it’s stolen away from you again. He’s starting to walk towards you, his eyes trained on you as he approaches. The police begin to fire. The bullets don’t penetrate the metal suit, instead, they fall at his feet. 
“You have balls, I’ll admit. But you are incredibly stupid, sweetie,” the officers who were once at your side are now shoved to the ground before he reaches for your throat. His grip tightens when he lifts you off the ground, bringing you to where Peter lies. You’re trying to pry his claws off of you, but in response he squeezes tighter, drawing blood from the sharpened talons of his gloves. 
He examines your face before throwing you on the floor next to Peter, landing on your back. You cough before turning to face your boyfriend’s masked face. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. Reaching up to your throat, you touch the indents on your neck. They’re not too deep, but the blood rushing down your neck makes you lightheaded. And when you glance at your fingers, you sigh when you see red. 
Your eyes flutter, oh shit. You bring your hand back to your neck, applying pressure like Peter taught. “Baby–Baby, hey,” he says your name before groaning as he pushes himself closer to you, “you gotta stay awake, okay?” 
You barely nod, as you wince at the pain, the adrenaline leaving your system; leaving you with the reality of your injuries. “Do you know her, Spidey? No wait,” he pauses, putting the pieces together, “That’s your lady, isn’t it?” 
Fuck. He’s figured you out. You groan loudly, “Wow, captain obvious. Do you have anything else you want to share? Maybe the sky is blue?” You laugh at yourself, the signs of blood loss showing. Turning your head towards Peter again, you smile, “Kick his ass, Pete.”
A second wind comes to Peter when he hears your backtalk towards Vulture. A little reminder that you could very well handle yourself, but the sight of your blood appearing on your hands lit a flame of anger within him. He pushes himself up with haste, he turns to look at you one more time, “Don’t close those eyes!” And in response, you wave your other hand at him.
He makes sure to push the fight far away from you, his senses throwing him into overdrive as he focuses on your heartbeat while throwing punches. If you were willing to throw yourself into a fight defenseless for him, Peter knew he was guaranteed to defend you from death’s grasp. 
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You could’ve sworn you only blinked, but the change in scenery caused a wave of confusion to flood your senses. You were in a hospital room, and the smell of the sterile atmosphere along with the cold white lights above you made your head spin. But still, you take a deep breath as you look around. Your body relaxes at the sight of Peter leaning into his hand, his body awkwardly sitting as he sleeps. 
There is a dryness in your throat that makes you wince, you try to clear your throat to call out to Peter, but what comes out is a pathetic-sounding wheeze of air. You rasp, “Peter.” Repeating yourself for the second time, his eyes fly open, his heightened senses picking up on your call for him. 
He rushes to your side, grabbing your hand softly as he looks down at you, a look of worry apparent in his eyes. You can see his gaze flicker down to your neck, and as you reach up to touch it, he speaks, “I brought you here right after I finished with Vulture. That was about 2 days ago, bug.” He sniffles, he’s trying to hide his emotions as he’s holding back tears. “There was just,” he pauses, his throat tightens, “there was so much blood.” 
Your heart breaks at the sight of him in front of you. He won’t let go of your hand as he breaks down in tears. You push yourself to the other side of the small bed, leaving a space for Peter to join you. Tugging on his hand, you clear your throat again, hoping that this attempt at talking is more successful than the last time. “Pete,” your hoarse voice cracks to life, “lay with me. Please.” 
He carefully lays down beside you, making the already small hospital bed feel even tighter. His cheek was squished against your shoulder while his arms snaked around your torso. You both needed this after the week you’ve experienced. Peter thought he was going to lose you, and you know that pain. So having the roles reversed pulled at your heartstrings. 
A part of you felt guilty. You were the one that gave Peter a reason to worry. Maybe he just needed another moment to get up during the fight. You couldn’t help but think that you were reckless; just another burden for Peter to carry, especially when you throw yourself into danger like that. While laying in bed with him, you nuzzle into him a little more, trying to hide the tears that are threatening to spill past your lash line. 
How could I be so stupid?
Your ear can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. The pattern somehow makes your guilt feel worse. Maybe it’s because of your uneven breathing, or maybe the wetness on Peter’s shirt, but he pulls his head back, craning it down at you. And when he sees you trying to conceal your quiet sobs, his hands are immediately on the sides of your face. 
“I’m so fucking sorry,” you cry, “I’m an idiot for running to you like that. I made everything ten times worse!” You’re hysterical. You can’t stop the tears that rush down your cheeks, landing into Peter’s palms. 
You made Peter’s biggest fear come true. 
And for that, you couldn’t apologize enough. “Hey, hey, hey,” he gently says your name, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. He tries to pull you back to reality, grounding you in any way he can. His eyes are searching for yours behind your tears. “Baby,” he starts, “you’re incredibly selfless, I knew that since the moment I met you. You would go to the ends of the earth for a stranger if you could. That’s just who you are, and I’d be evil to ask you to change that about you.” 
You were able to take a breath, trying to calm yourself down. Peter’s kind words eased your overthinking, causing a wave of embarrassment to wash over you. You felt stupid for an entirely different reason. You knew that Peter would never be too angry at you for doing what you thought was best for him, but it still affected you in an unfathomable way. “I love you,” you wipe your damp eyes before looking into his. 
Peter grins before pressing a smiley kiss into your lips. You take a deep breath as your lips meet, a wave of euphoria floods your senses. If there was one thing Peter could do, it was make you feel like a teenage girl all over again. He filled your stomach with butterflies every time he kissed you.
Pulling away, you smile back at him. “I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of this stupid cramped bed,” you look around, “and while we’re at it, I hate hospitals.” Peter laughs at your sudden discomfort with the surroundings. “Wait,” you pause, looking at him, “did you take me here in your suit?”
“Is that really what you want to know right now? Not how I absolutely destroyed Vulture?”
“Mmm, no,” you laugh. 
He shakes his head at you, giggling, “Yeah, I brought you here in my suit. Figured it was faster than an ambulance.” Your eyes are moving, as you piece together the story before groaning. Peter’s extremely confused at the sounds coming out of your mouth, he playfully shoves your shoulder, “What’s wrong now?”
You sigh, “I wish I could’ve seen everyone’s faces when Spider-Man carried a girl bleeding from her neck in here.” 
“You’re ridiculous,” he huffs. He lifts himself off the bed, not before you stop him, a pouty look on your face. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get out of here,” he lowers his head to whisper in your ear, “I think we have like ten minutes before someone will notice you’re missing.” Peter grabs your clothes, and tosses it to you, “Let’s get you home, bug.”
✮ author's note: hi all!!! just a little hurt/comfort to spice up your tuesday night! i had a blast writing this because im a sucker for hurt/comfort and angst:p. thank you to the lovely 🎀 anon for this request! my asks/inbox is open!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you see something you like.
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lucky-bucky-boy · 11 months
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Restless Night
Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending
Word Count: 1307
Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything  
A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not
I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!
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The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through. 
The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster. 
"Hey, baby."
A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.  
"I've missed you, baby." 
His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of. 
"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."
Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."
"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"
He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one. 
You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"
"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."
If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility. 
You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both. 
Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar. 
But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you. 
"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body. 
He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"
"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were. 
"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."
The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding. 
“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”
This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”
He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”
You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. 
Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."
"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.
"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him. 
A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen. 
There was a lingering silence as the  other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."
You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here." 
He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"
Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Oooo darling!! Your latest TASM fic sparked and idea!
(Before that, hello lovely 🩷 i hope you're having the best spooky season!)
Big brother!Sirius coming to save some poor sod that upset his slytherin!sister (Regulus' twin). So you have the charming & fun Sirius; quiet & regal Regulus; loyal & volatile reader. And i imagine Sirius calls them his twin stars (because hes deffinately a huge sap).
Where wolfstar is in 7th year and has a great relationship with the twins (maybe theyre trying to become their legal guardians behind the scenes). He and Remus are in their dorm before Peter bursts in, breathless, only saying "y/n" before Sirius is off. He has no doubt to why you were put in 🐍, and god forbid someone actually hurt his baby sister.
On reader's side, someone made a snide comment about Remmy being a halfblood or ruining the Black legacy or something and reader gets pissed because shes actually quite fond of him.
Then whatever you decide love; maybe reader gets hurt; maybe she does the hurting; maybe Remus saves the day with his long legs; or Sirius might show people what growing up in the 'Noble house of Black' does to someone. And idk what Reggie is doing, i imagine he was making out with James and they come in at the last minute ("😱 james!! What have you done!? Youve DEFILED one of my precious stars!!! Let go of him!!!! NO, dont touch him, get away.")
Anyway bub, as always; dont feel pressured and take all the creative liberties youd like!! Love you lots darling x
Hi my lovely, thanks for requesting! I really need to get more creative than bloody noses but ugh they're just so classic
cw: blood
big brother!sirius + (as opposed to x, I guess?) little sister!reader ♡ 861 words
“You weren’t there!” you insist as Sirius stalks back and forth across the room, tapping his wand against his leg in a quick, restless beat. “He said—he—” You look at Remus, the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in concentration and concern as he presses a cloth under your nose, trying to stop the blood that’s already crusted down your chin. You decide to keep your mouth shut. 
Remus smiles wryly, and you know he suspects why you’ve chosen to go quiet. “It doesn’t matter what they said, love. I don’t need you getting in fights for me.”
“Who was it?” Sirius demands, for probably the fourth or fifth time. You’re losing count. 
“It’s already been hand—ah!” Remus murmurs an episky while you’re distracted, and you flinch, hands flying to your face as your septum snaps back into its proper place. “Fuck, could’a given me some warning.” 
“Sorry,” Remus says, and he looks like he means it, tilting your chin up to continue cleaning your face as you look at him with teary eyes. “Thought it might hurt less if you weren’t expecting it.” 
“How do you figure?” you ask him, somewhat miffed. 
“Back. On. Task.” Sirius claps his hands with each word, coming to a stop in front of you. “Who did this? Remus is my boyfriend, I have twice as much a right to defend his honor as you do, you—you fucking—squirt.” 
You sneer at the childish name, but you know your brother means to rile you. “I told you, I handled it. He won’t do it again.” 
“And he’s never going to touch you again either,” Sirius promises menacingly, squatting in front of you to look you in the eyes, “if you just tell me the fucker’s name.” 
“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, taking his boyfriend’s shoulder in a spindly hand, the touch both soothing and controlling as he pushes Sirius back from you. “Let’s just let her rest for a minute, yeah?” Sirius sputters in protest, but Remus moves in front of him, pressing his face into his boyfriends’ dark locks. You roll your eyes at the display, though a tiny part of you loves that your brother has someone who loves him this well. Once he quiets, Remus speaks in a low, soothing voice. “I know, I know, you won’t be deterred from your vengeance, but there’s time for that later. Let’s just calm down for now.” 
It’s a lovely prospect, but at that moment, the door opens to reveal Regulus and James, both looking somewhat ruffled. James stops short at seeing you all gathered in his dorm (Remus and Sirius, of course, have every right to be here, but you’d bet he and Reg were hoping for some privacy) and stands there blinking for a moment. Your twin’s blasé facade slips the moment he sees you with blood still crusted to your nostrils and tear tracks down your face. 
“What happened?” he asks, pushing past James and into the dorm. 
“She got into a fight,” Sirius says, outrage instantly rekindled, and Remus sighs in exasperated resignation, his work undone. “Someone said something about Moony, but she won’t tell who.” 
Now James looks upset too, eyes darting to Remus concernedly. “About Moony? When?” 
“Just now!” Sirius throws up his hands. “Ten minutes ago! Did either of you see anything?” 
James shakes his head, and despite Regulus’ blank expression, you catch the embarrassed shifting of his stance. “No,” James says, “we were, uh…we didn’t see anything.” 
“I bet I know who it was though,” Regulus offers, that traitorous scum. He’s just throwing you under the bus to take the heat off himself. 
It works; Sirius perks up. “Yeah? Who?”
“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, but Sirius cuts you off, facing your twin. 
“Who?” he asks. 
“It was the guy you were arguing with yesterday too, right?” Reg glances at you for confirmation, and you glare at him. Don’t you dare, your look says, but he nods and turns back to Sirius. “He’s your year, the one you guys call Sni—”
“Reg and James were coming in here to have sex!” you blurt. 
It’s a wonder Sirius doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns around. “What?” 
You nod, unable to feel guilty as Regulus gives you an appalled look from behind your older brother. “Mhm,” you say. “Their hair is all messed up, and look—their lips are swollen. Plus, they were surprised we were in here.” 
You do feel a tiny bit bad for James, whose dark skin blanches when Sirius turns on him. “James Potter, did you come in here to defile my brother?” 
James looks to Remus for help, but his friend only turns his palms up like Sorry, what can you do?. After a second, Regulus steps closer to him.
“Sirius, we—”
“Don’t touch him,” Sirius practically retches. He shakes his head, grabbing Regulus by the arm and all but dragging him from the room. “Alright, listen. You are going to tell me who was talking shit about Remus, and then we’re going to have an entirely separate conversation about boundaries.” He casts a noxious look back at James. “And I’ll deal with you later!” 
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coffeebeanbabysdreams · 3 months
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EVERY LIE (TASM x Fem!Reader)
summary: Y/n L/n had never once lied to her best friend but she just knew that he couldn’t say the same for her. She doesn’t know how much longer she can tolerate being surrounded by every lie.
warnings: angst, swearing, friends to enemies to lovers, canon violence, reader plummeting to her death, very subtle hints of depression, injuries, Harry going nutso, reader lowkey taking Gwen’s role (but surviving) — if i missed any, please let me know!
note: as someone who is currently being constantly lied to by my boyfriend (he hit me w the she’s just a friend shit last night), i got inspired lmao.
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“What aren’t you telling me, Pete?” She asked, her tone furious as she leant against her kitchen counter with crossed arms.
He’d arrived at her apartment, once again, with mysterious bruises scattered along his face and arms.
Y/n had been keeping quiet about them since the phenomenon began, but she just couldn’t anymore. She couldn’t let it go, ignore them as if seeing her best friend in such a way hadn’t affected her whatsoever.
“What’re you talking about, N/n?” He inquired, eyebrows furrowed in false confusion. Peter had been well aware of what she was referring to, internally screaming every time he’d catch her wince at the bruises that decorated his skin.
The h/c girl narrowed her eyes, her e/c gaze burning into his soul — he was terrified of where this conversation was leading, a dreadful feeling making itself at home in his stomach.
“The bruises,” she began listing, pacing back and forth, “the cuts, the rain checks, the weird phone calls — what is going on with you?”
“N/n—“
“No, Pete!” She snapped, “It’s been going on for years! At first I just wrote it off as an awkward teenage phase — but I am so tired of ignoring it.”
Peter stood from the couch, slowly approaching the woman before him. “Look, I can’t… I can’t tell you, okay? I want to, but—“
“Can’t or won’t?” Y/n glared, backing away from him.
“Can’t.” He’d answered so genuinely, she’d nearly stopped breathing — she forgot what it felt like for Peter to be honest with her.
Once upon a time, they’d told one another everything — but that had been so long ago, it felt as if it were another life.
“Peter,” she sighed. “If you’re in trouble, you can tell me. I— I can help!”
“No, Y/n.” He shook his head, suddenly finding the scarred skin of his knuckles very interesting. “You can’t.”
“You don’t know that!” She fought, “You will never know that if you don’t let me try! If you don’t talk to me!”
“I can’t!” He yelled, catching her off guard. He’d never shouted at her in anger, or frustration, and it felt as if her entire world was about to crumble before her eyes. “I would if I could, but I can’t! I can’t let you get hurt!”
Y/n gulped, eyes glossy as they bore into his cinnamon gaze. “If you’re mixed up in something, how does me knowing put me in anymore danger than just being associated with you?”
“I—“
“No,” she shook her head, broken gaze never leaving his. “I can’t keep doing this… I think you should leave, Pete.”
He went to object, the venomous words that had just left her lips stinging worse than Scorpion’s poison, but he knew that there was no use in doing so.
With a broken nod, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch and made his way out of the apartment — slamming the door behind him.
She had never meant to hurt him, she just couldn't handle the lying anymore. The bruises that would randomly appear on his once flawless skin, the breathlessness his voice held when she'd call him, the rain checks on their plans — if he was seeing someone, or was in some type of trouble, why wouldn't he just tell her?
The night replayed in her mind vividly, constantly, like a heart-shattering scene from a movie that had gotten stuck in a loop; it was etched into her brain, the scars doing nothing to heal the pain that still polluted her once joyous soul.
Y/n L/n hadn't spoken to Peter Parker for months, their argument being the last either of them had heard of the other's voice.
Their mutual friends, Harry and Gwen, would sometimes inform them on how the other was doing, but neither party made an effort to get their friendship back.
They didn’t know if they could ever fix what had broken, feeling as if the damage that had been done was too severe to ever fully mend.
This had been what lured Y/n into her current situation; she’d went to speak with Gwen, seeking her advice on what she should do from here.
Y/n didn’t want to end her friendship with Peter, but she had never once lied to him. Not even when he’d asked about the guy she’d been in love with since middle school.
“You’re still stuck on your middle school crush?”
“Oh, shut up.” She laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder. “You didn’t get over your crush on Gwen until, like, a year ago.”
Peter rolled his eyes, the smirk evident on his lips. “Yeah, but at least you knew! You’ve never once told me who this mystery guy is!”
“And I never will,” she shrugged. “But, you do know him.”
His cinnamon eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at this information, beginning to list off everyone that they knew.
But he never once said himself.
She was honest — she was always honest. It wasn’t her fault that Peter was one of the most oblivious men to walk the earth.
Y/n had accepted that she and Peter would never cross that line, enjoying having him in her life as a friend rather than not at all — until now.
She stood at the base of Oscorp, having made plans to meet up with her blonde friend outside of the building; she hadn’t expected to see the place rapidly disintegrating right before her eyes.
Panicked, she searched the ocean of people for that familiar head of blonde hair — a breath of relief escaping her lungs when she’d found her.
Y/n sprinted to Gwen, pulling the shaking girl into a concerned hug. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” She nodded, crystal eyes slowly creeping back up, “But he’s—“
The h/c girl looked up, eyes widening at the sight above her. She’d recognize that build and striking blue eyes anywhere — but that had been the only thing to alarm her of Harry’s state.
“Harry!” She screamed upwards, watching as her friend maintained a sickening smile; it was horrid, sinister — vengeful. “Harry, what’re you doing?!”
Suddenly, a blur of red and blue swung right above the girls’ heads. Gwen ducked, a small smile crawling to her lips; she’d known about Peter’s secret for quite a while, but swore on her dad that she would never tell another soul.
Even if that soul was withering away at the loss of a life-long friendship.
Y/n hadn’t moved, frozen where she stood as she watched her friend’s manic interaction with the masked man.
“N/n, we have to go.” Gwen stated, gently grabbing her hand and beginning to pull her through the crowd. “Harry will be okay.”
Above them, Harry Osborn had caught sight of Spider-Man’s longing gaze to the h/c girl below — even through the mask.
He didn’t recognize her from such a far distance, but he knew he could use her as leverage.
Swiftly, Harry swooped down to the crowd and snatched the mystery girl, his hovercraft increasing in elevation as the red and blue clad hero watched in horror.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, listening sadistically as the crowd below them screamed in terror at the girl dangling above them.
“Harry—“
That voice.
He glanced at the girl’s panicked face, smirking to himself as the pieces began to fall in place. “Hi, Y/n.”
Y/n gasped as Harry’s grip on her throat grew tighter, watching with blurry vision as the mutated version of her once kindhearted friend snapped his attention back to Spider-Man.
“Let her go!”
“Careful what you wish for, Peter.” Harry laughed, releasing Y/n from his grip without sparing her a second glance.
This wasn’t Harry, anymore. This was someone — something — else.
“So, anyone special in your life? Girl? Guy, even?” Harry inquired, skipping another rock across the water as his friend chuckled beside him.
Peter nodded, looking to his childhood friend with a wide smile. “Yeah. Yeah, there is. A girl… You remember Y/n?”
“How could I forget her?” Harry chuckled, “She kicked Caleb Klein’s ass for picking on you in sixth grade.” His eyes then widened, the information finally settling into his mind. “Oh shit!”
“Yeah… Oh shit, indeed.” Peter sighed, just the mention of the girl causing his heart to soar. “She’s amazing, man.”
“So, how long have you guys been together?”
The brown eyed boy gulped, suddenly finding the water before them extremely fascinating. “We’re not… together. I wanna be! But, I just—“
“Let me guess,” the blue eyed boy sighed, “don’t wanna mess up the friendship?” Peter nodded, silently. Harry smiled at his lovesick friend, patting his back comfortably, “I say go for it, Pete.”
Peter cursed the memory, watching in despair as the girl he’d adored for so many years plummeted right before his eyes. He looked between her falling form and Harry, well aware that if he were to save Y/n, Harry would flee and they would fall into a tiresome pursuit.
He decided that he didn’t care. He’d chase Harry to hell and beyond, as long as he knew that he’d kept Y/n L/n safe.
Peter launched himself from the building, diving as quickly as he could toward the h/c girl below him.
Y/n’s eyes were closed, tears escaping from underneath her eyelids. She’d already accepted her fate, she’d already welcomed the tranquil embrace of death.
But… it never came.
No, instead, she felt something wrap around her waist. She was too afraid to open her eyes, pleading with the gods above that Spider-Man had chosen to save her.
Y/n felt relief as she was embraced by two arms, gently cradling her and swinging her to safety. The wind of the city had felt like daggers sliding across her skin, but the pain had gone unacknowledged as she pried her eyes open and gazed at the hero.
She’d heard what Harry had called him, but the realization had yet to settle.
When her feet gently touched the ground, and she was pulled into the panicked arms of Gwen, that’s when it settled.
As she watched him swing away, she’d finally realized just who had saved her.
And why he’d lied.
Y/n L/n sat anxiously on her couch, staring at the open window before her as her phone screen displayed the first message she’d sent to him in months.
N/n :)
We need to talk. My window’s open.
She knew he’d read it — she knew he’d appear in that windowpane any second. She was equally terrified and excited to see him once again.
Soft footsteps sounded through her living room, breaking her from her daze as Spider-Man closed her window and blinds.
He removed his mask, his back still facing her as he took a deep breath.
“I understand now.” Y/n spoke, her voice barely above a whisper — but Peter heard it. He heard it loud and clear. “I’m so sorry, Pete.”
“It’s okay, N/n.” He sighed, finally turning to face her. The glossy eyes that stared back at him had nearly broken his heart, “You didn’t know— you couldn’t have known.”
She shook her head, “No, I could have. Looking back, it all makes so much sense now. The breathlessness on the phone, the random injuries — the rain checks? God, I feel so stupid…”
Peter Parker stared at the girl, his lips pursed to the side as he seated himself next to her on the couch. “You’re not stupid… I didn’t want you to know because — as was proven tonight — the people I fight will start to target you to get at me.”
“Why would they target me, though, Pete?” She asked, her voice breaking. “I mean, I know Harry—“
“They’ll go after the people I love the most…” He explained, eyes trained on her face. He watched as the confession sunk into her skin, warmed her soul, and healed her broken heart. “I’m in love with you, Y/n.”
Her eyes were wide, tears still staining her cheeks, but a dopey smile etched across her lips. “I’m still stuck on my middle school crush.”
Peter frowned, removing his gaze from hers as the feeling of rejection overpowered his soul.
Y/n grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “Who was the one person you’ve never guessed?”
He thought for a moment, eyes widening as his smile returned. “Oh my God—“
“Yeah, for such a smart guy, you’re pretty fuckin’ dumb.” She snorted, earning a playful eyeroll from the hero before her. “I’m in love with you, too, Pete.”
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spidernerdsblog · 2 years
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Kiss me more
A/N : This is my rendition of the chocolate house scene in tasm. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
Summary : your dad is the chief of NYPD and isn't fond of your boyfriend's secret alias spiderman but that doesn't stop him from sneaking into your room at night for a few kisses and a little more.
Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, 69 (m & f receiving)
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Sitting on your desk you’re working on your college assignment when a tap on your window grabs your attention. You look to find none other than your boyfriend as he slides up the window and steps inside your room.
“Hey.” he gives you that sweet smile.
“What are you doing here?” you hiss.
“I really missed you, baby.” he pouts out his lower lip.
“You saw me in class today.” you give him a bored look.
“That was hours ago.” 
“Dad's home. You can't stay.” you inform in a hushed tone.
“C’mon Y/N don’t send me away like this.” he says, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you give in.
“Ugh OK but you gotta be quiet.” 
“Quiet as a church mouse,” he says. “I don't understand why your dad hates me though?” 
“He doesn't hate you.” you assure him cradling his face in your hands. “He just doesn’t like Spiderman but after the speech you gave at last week's dinner I'm not so sure either.” 
“I'm just making the lives of the NYPD cops easier.” he huffs.
“Yeah, tell that to my dad because he thinks you need psychiatric attention.” you snicker.
“The only attention I need right now is from my girlfriend.” his hands circle around your waist pulling you flush against his body and dips his head to kiss you. Heat unfurls inside your body as your tongues collide. You liked kissing him, it felt so intimate as if you could touch each other’s soul and feel the love for each other you have.   
“I fucking love kissing you.” he whispers as if reading your thoughts and slowly backs you to your desk. His lips are hot against yours as arousal builds inside your stomach. Your hands try to grasp on the edge of the desk instead your elbow hits the stack of books knocking them off the desk with a loud crash. 
“Y/N?! What’s that noise?” you hear your dad followed by footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Shit hide!” your eyes go wide in panic pushing him away. Peter quickly hides behind the stuffed armchair while you open the door with a smile trying to act normal. “Hey dad!” 
“Everything alright honey? I heard some noise.” 
“Yeah, yeah I just stubbed my toe on the desk and the books fell down.” you tell him.
“You should be more careful, Y/N.” Your dad’s voice is full of concern.
“It’s nothing really.” you assure him.
“Do you want me to make you some coco?” Since childhood whenever you didn’t feel good a cup of coco made by your father cured everything for you. But that’s not what you need right now.
“Dad, I'm 21 years old. I do not need coco because I hurt my toe.” 
“Ok…” he eyes you skeptically. “I thought I remembered somebody saying the other day that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house.”
Your face flames in embarrassment clearly aware that Peter is listening.“Daaad!” you groan “I’m fine. You go enjoy watching the football match.”
“Ok, ok…” your dad laughs. “Goodnight sweetheart. Don’t stay up all night studying.” 
“Goodnight daddy.” You shut the door quickly turning the lock and turn around to find Peter splayed on your bed grinning.
“Chocolate house?” you shrug nonchalantly and he chuckles. “That's a very cute fantasy.” 
“Yeah, yeah now shut up.” you huff rolling your eyes.
“Make me.” Mischief dances in his eyes.
“Is that a challenge?” you quirk an eyebrow.
“Maybe.” He lifts a shoulder casually.
“Well then I got some ideas.” you smirk climbing on the bed beside him to take things off where you had left as you lean on molding your lips with his. Your hands explore his body slowly inching the hem of his shirt to expose the defined abs. You drag your mouth down his throat and place a kiss in the middle of his chest.
He shudders in anticipation as you trail your lips down to the V that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. He’s painfully hard, the huge bulge giving it away. You rub him over his jeans teasingly and he moans.
“You gotta be quiet, bug boy.” you smile wickedly and halt your ministrations. “Or else I’ll stop.”
“No, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet I promise.” he croaks.
You pull his zipper down.
His chocolate brown grows a shade darker, he lifts his hips for you to slide his jeans and boxers down. 
Your mouth waters when his dick springs free, long and thick leaking with precum. Your clit throbs as you rub your thighs together wanting nothing but to rip your clothes off and ride him to oblivion. You wrap your fingers around the base giving him a slow, teasing stroke and he chokes out a curse.
Lowering your mouth you glide your tongue along his shaft. His fingers tangle in your hair as you squeeze the base of his cock with your hand and flick your tongue through his slit tasting the salty precum.
Peter's brain short circuits, hips thrusting upward as he swallows a groan but a harsh breath still manages to escape from him. You look up to him loving the effect you have on him.
“I’m trying.” he grits through his teeth and you smile, sucking the tip. He watches you slowly take every inch of him until your nose grazes his pelvis. You ease back up, your hand working him in tandem with your mouth.
Pleasure rises up his spine as you swallow him whole with every downward stroke. Peter feels like he might blow out any second and he doesn’t want it to end so soon. He grips your hair and tugs your head up. “Sit on my face.” 
“What?”
“I want to taste you too.” he rasps.
A fresh wave of arousal pools between your legs at his words but you were still a little unsure as you’ve never done this whole 69ing thing before. “You sure?” 
“Yeah I always wanted to try this.” 
You were quick to discard your panties and turn around to straddle his face. Your dress bunched at your waist as Peter holds your thighs spreading you wide. The first swipe of his tongue draws a strangled noise out of you.
“Quiet baby” he taunts before giving a long, languid lick from your dripping hole to your clit. You retaliate by taking him in your mouth and it's his time to make noise.
“Oh my god.” he groans against your pussy. “We’re never gonna make it through this.”
Your soft laughter sends vibrations down his shaft. His hips thrust up involuntarily, his tip hitting the back of your throat making you yelp.
“Sorry.” he mumbles.
“It’s ok.” you say and he turns his attention back to eating you out. His hands knead the soft mounds of your ass as his tongue pumps in and out of you. The sweet taste of you on his tongue and your warm mouth on his cock giving him a sensory overload. He circles his tongue on your swollen clit and you whimper, grinding harder on his face.
Peter chuckles at your eagerness until you run your tongue over the pulsing vein underside his cock and all his laughter dies down. His balls tighten, release simmering to the surface. “You close?”
“Almost.” you say a little out of breath. 
Peter wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You squirm above him as he pushes two thick digits inside you. You’re so wet and tight that it takes all his willpower not to bust a nut then and there. 
“C’mon babe,” he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “Don’t make me come alone.” you moan quietly, rocking your hips.
“That’s it.” he coaxes. 
You suck him harder as your walls clench around his fingers. Pleasure soars inside you as your release floods his mouth which makes him explode into your mouth. 
You get off him to lie down beside him. “That was fun.” 
“Yeah we should do that again.” he agrees, his arms coming to wrap around you as you snuggle in his warmth.
“Y/N”
You both freeze at your father’s deep voice. Even though you locked the door you feel like your dad could see through the door as you and Peter lay half naked on your bed.
You clear your throat gathering yourself. “Ye-yes dad?”
“Tell Parker to use the front door next time or he’ll have to pay for any damages to the drainage pipes.”
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sincericida · 8 months
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ANDREW GARFIELD practicing stunts for "The Amazing Spider-Man" (2012, dir. Mark Webb) is so stimulating! Shake off Sony's hard drive!
Andrew and his commitment and love for the character and his story is so touching 🥺
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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mydearesthrry masterlist ❥
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hi bffs!! im jules and welcome to my masterlist <3 i write for harry styles and tasm/mcu peter parker and range from different aus! my requests and asks are always open unless stated otherwise, so feel free to send in anything here!
if you do choose to request something please do keep in mind the normal restrictions, and if u want something specific feel free to specify! (even the tiniest details if u want to see ur fic written w the utmost accuracy teehee) all my work has been written from july 23’-present!! {tags holy grail, s. reid <3, h nsfw, h fic rec, and peter <3 are fic recs}
**i do not condone any reposting of my work!!** if any links r broken shoot me a message or an ask and ill fix it asap!!
please enjoy my work, i love u and thank u thank u thank u sm for supporting me <3
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harry styles <3
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trinkets on tour ❥✧
↬ in which you collect things from all of the tour stops, and harry loves you. (1.3k words)
harry’s house home ❥✮✧
↬ you miss harry, and he misses you even more. (2.1k) [1k+ notes]
obvious ❥✧
↬ when harry just can’t understand what you’re talking about, and he’s also your husband? (1.1k)
behind the scenes: daylight ❥
↬ a first date, a circus, and a horse named honey. (2.2k)
a compilation of ynrry on stage ❥
↬ y/n and harry are both in the band one direction, and although they aren’t allowed to publicize their relationship, their love shines through on stage in the tiniest moments. (1.2k)
sweet nothing ❥✧
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love in secret ❥✧
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a mutual understanding ✿
↬ y/n just cant stand harry, and he loves a chase. (2.6k, check warnings!)
hayday, braids, and chocolate ❥✧
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right back home to you ❥✮
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spill or fill your guts ❥✧
cloud watching ❥
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parkerpeter24 · 4 months
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Hi sweetie! if you're taking requests I would like to request an imagine. The subway scene in TASM where Peter's hand gets stuck with a girl's shirt and it rips off 😂, similarly with MCU! Peter in his room the same thing happens with the reader? It's up to you if they are dating or bff. It's totally okay if you don't feel like writing it. Have a great day ☺️
love the idea! the ending’s bad, bye 😭
pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.
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peter was not at his own house– which he often wasn’t. so you didn’t care. may was trying to make shepherd’s pie for dinner and you could hear the simmering of oil and the chopping board being used.
peter’s bed was nice and warm. plus it smelled like him. you scrolled through your phone to pass the time until he was finally home.
suddenly you heard clattering from the kitchen, making you jump into action as you rushed to see what had happened.
“is everything okay?” you asked peter’s aunt.
she sighed, picking up a few utensils that had fallen down, “just a mishap, sweetie.”
“um, can i help?” you didn’t wait for a reply as you helped her pick up the scattered pots, placing them back in the small cupboard under the stove.
“can you get me the frozen peas from the refrigerator?” she asked kindly as she continued to stirr whatever was in the pan, “i think it needs a few more veggies.”
you followed her orders and soon enough you ended up with something that didn’t feel like tasting, “um... are we sure that-”
“we’ve followed the right recipe, it’s going to be alright.” she gave you a smile, “why don’t you go see if peter’s back, and we can have dinner.”
you nodded and quickly made your way to his room, with the purpose to warn him or what was about to come. the first thing you noticed when you entered his room was peter falling to the ground, just in his boxers.
you gasped, rushing over to your boyfriend and kneeling down, “peter, what happened? are you alright?”
he groaned and shuffled to sit up on the floor, “it was a hard day... at the stark internship.” he leaned his head against your neck.
“why are you um... not wearing anything?” you voiced your concern, feeling bad for the poor boy. he looked so tired.
neither you or may were a big fan of tony stark anymore. he had your favorite boy tired all the time.
“was trying to change.” he sighed, sitting back against the bed.
“you know what me and may ruined today? shepherd’s pie.”
he chuckled, shaking his head as he took a moment to gather himself, then got up. you got up with him, letting him place an arm around your shoulders as you walked him to his closet.
the second he tried to pull back his hand, you felt your t-shirt go slide down your shoulder. your eyes widened slightly, trying to pull the sleeve back up but it was as if peter’s hand was stuck to it.
he tugged again gently, seemingly panicking the same as you, “i’m sorry i...” you felt yourself being pulled towards him everytime he tried to take his hand off, “i’m so sorry.”
you just watched him trying to pull his hand back but nothing was happening. he groaned slightly and pulled back his hand harshly, sending a ripping sound resonating throughout the room.
you gasped, trying to cover yourself up as you were left in just your bra, the torn material of your t-shirt just stuck to his hand, “oh my god!” your arms crossed over your chest, hugging yourself as peter turned red.
he put his hand– which was stuck to your t-shirt– to his eyes, feeling his whole face warm up, “i’m sorry- i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to!” his voice was an octave higher as he continued to apologise.
“dinner’s getting-” you turned around to look at may and quickly rushed to hide behind peter as a yelp left your mouth.
peter looked at his aunt, only turning a brighter shade of pink as he understood what it must look like to a third person. he was standing in just his boxers and you– with your t-shirt stuck to his hands, “may, it’s not what it looks like-”
“you guys use protection.” she waved her finger at you two before closing the door after herself.
a smack landed peter’s head and he looked around, “ow!”
“don’t look at me!”
peter blushed even more as he turned away, letting you dig into his closet. you put on one of his t-shirts before facing him, “you’re shameless, aren’t you?”
“what did i do!?” he whined, “you can look at me in my boxers, but i can’t see your bra?”
you felt your face warm up, giving him a stern look, “i didn’t choose to strip out of my clothes here.”
“right.” peter sighed, “i’m sorry this happened, i’m just stressed...”
“peter.” you held his face gently, “there are ways other than sex to deal with stress.”
his eyebrows pulled together, “what? this has nothing to do with sex!”
you titled your head the slightest, “you don’t wanna have sex with me?”
“no!” his eyes widened when he watched your face drop, “i mean yes! i-i do. obviously, i do. when the time is right...”
“then why did you rip my t-shirt?” you looked confused and peter didn’t know where to run to.
“it happened, accidentally.” he sighed, trying to wave his hand around to let the piece of fabric go. it finally fell to the floor, “can we just stop talking about this now?”
“okay... put on some clothes and let’s go eat that shepherd’s die- i mean pie.”
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vamp!tasm!Peter being so obsessed with readee to the point where he's telling his blood bags(victims) about her
TASM PETER PARKER x FEM!READER - SFW
summary: ur sweet peter loves to suck the life out of people but he can’t resist sharing his love for you in front of them !! how sweet
notes: soz idk how american schools work but ignore thattt. and sorry for some reason hes kinda a dick and idk why i did that ?? i changed some things like peter and flash scene is a bit after his birthday where like in this au they get like their super cool powers on that day so he changed from nerd to like woah
also wouldnt it be cool if he was a venom spider and he drained the blood of like the bad guys cause he saved lives so he deserves sweet treat
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You and Peter had only been dating for just over a month and god that boy was head over heels. He would follow you between classes, caring your books and bag because he’s such a gentlemen. He would listen to every word you said to him as you walked together, complaining about work load and such, discussing dates you guys could have, he could just listen to your voice for hours on end. Peter would nod along and smile at you as if you were the only person in the crowded hallway. But that would turn into a frown as you both stood near the classroom, he would give you a kiss on top of your head as the noise of the bell rang loudly.
“ I’ll see you after class, yeah ? “
All you could do was nod as you grabbed your books and bags from him, before kissing his cheek in return.
“ See you then, Peter. Love you !! “
And he watched as you opened the door and sat down before retreating out of the school to find his newest victim. Missing school wasn’t a concern, he was already one of the smartest kids in the class and if Aunt May was wondering where he was off to well he’d use the death of Uncle Ben to his advantage. Not that he wasn’t upset about his uncle being killed by hunters but after a while there was a numbness to the feeling.
He continued his walk around hoping to find somewhere somewhat quiet and was roughly his age to get the perfect victim. The plan was usually finding a similar age looking person, giving them a slight paralysis and putting their arm round his shoulder as they walked to some abandoned building. It wasn’t suspicious, he’d usually say the excuse of them having too much to drink or that they were too ill and he had to take them home since no one else was available too. And it worked to his surprise and with his adorable looks no one, not even the police found it questionable. He did have to change areas frequently to not let them catch on but he found a system of hooking them up to be drained and then letting them slowly fuel back up before repeating it. It took more time and effort to be careful but it kept him stocked up for a good distance before going again.
And there was his victim, some random decent built guy and he didn’t have chance to be that picky since the best ones are usually in class so he had to settle. Peter approached from behind shouting something to gain his attention and as he approached Peter quickly approached the mans right side of his neck before injecting the small amount of paralysis from his venom into his system. No one saw and he made his way to the next phase.
Peter already had a victim hooked up, some friend of Flash’s (Josh) who was slowly dying and his blood wasn’t as sweet as the start of it. The second guy was placed opposite the other as the machine hooked up to him and Peter was watching as the blood traveled through the straw and into the bag. To his delight Josh’s bag was near full and as he took it and replaced it with the empty one, he sat in front of them both, sipping the blood eagerly as he began speaking to them.
“ You’ve got girlfriends right ? Well I’ve had one for the entire time you’ve been here Josh !! And god I haven’t told you enough about her (he has). Well today she did the cute thing she always does and she’s not even aware of it which makes it even better ! Aunt May really likes her too which I’m glad about probably because they’re both naive in a sense especially since they’re both unaware of what me and Uncle Ben use to do. He taught me some things like catching you Joshy boy hmm shame you’ll be disposed off soon cause this shit isn’t good enough any more which is why we have handsome opposite you. Any final words before goodbye or has the blood really stopped flowing in that thick skull of yours ? “
Peter stepped up this time getting up closer to Josh’s face with every word of his final sentence. He wasn’t even fully ankle to meet Peter’s gaze, too tired to even move from his just a little less than a month long stay. His chin was lifted, seeing the darken red stare of Peter’s eyes before all he could see was nothingness. He payed no mind to his face now dotted in blood and his hands now with long nails coated in blood from slicing of Josh’s head, He licked it from his finger, tutting in a sad tone looking down at the mess before looking towards this new victim.
“ Such a shame it tasted slightly better this time… hopefully that won’t be you for a while. Anyway we have to get you caught up on the details you missed about me and my pretty thing, we’ve got all the time in the world … well I do anyway “
And let’s say he wished he had the same fate he couldn’t cope listening to him rant let along think about doing it for nearly a month, god help that poor soul.
Peter finally left after stocking up on Josh’s previous bags and made his way out of the building. He didn’t have enough time to fully clean himself of the messes he made, too eager to see you after class especially since he was already late to seeing you but you wouldn’t mind that.
“ Peter, what the fuck you’re bleeding ?? Are you okay ?? “
He wiped the blood from his lips with his fist, the hands all fully clean.
“ It’s not my blood, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay ? “
And who are to really question what your hot boyfriend was up to. He was your sweet, loving boyfriend who cared for his family and others, the one who only mustered the courage to stand up against Flash after his birthday so he couldn’t be up to no good, could he ?
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i absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could write tasm!spiderman x vigilante reader?
tasm!Peter Parker x vigilante!reader ༊ 1.4k
cw: mentions of canon-typical violence/injury
thank you love <3
Footsteps shuffled across the rooftop you had perched yourself on the edge of. Part of you felt annoyed at the presence, but then you had known he would show eventually. He wasn’t in the habit of letting hurt people walk away.
Straightening your spine, you tightened your fingers over the roof ledge. “How’s the-”
“Fine. She and her baby are fine, not a hair on their heads touched.”
He came to a halt behind you, not yet choosing to sit by your side. You hoped this meant he would leave soon. You didn’t want him here. You didn’t want him. For some reason, he had a hard time believing you meant it whenever you told him to leave you be. He insisted it did no one any good to dwell in their own dark thoughts. Especially not alone.
But you weren’t swimming in your own dark thoughts. You were drowning in the abhorrent futures belonging to other people and objects.
Your side throbbed where the mugger had pulled a knife out of a hidden pocket before you could react. At least it hadn't been the woman or her crying baby who knew nothing but that its mother was stressed and pleading. Not that it would remember.
“Did you hand him off to the cops?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.
Spider-Man scuffed his foot against the asphalt. “Yeah. They told me to give you their thanks. They’re fond of you, you know.”
“No hazing for me? That hardly seems fair.”
It had been months since you had become a vigilante, only a few days later meeting Spider-Man. But you could remember when he had first appeared on the scene, how the city had been torn on whether he was good. How people in roles of authority had been sure he was a danger waiting to happen.
How wrong they had been.
Beneath your joking, however, lay a thinly veiled line of thought that plagued you.
Spider-Man had been good from the start. He hadn't messed up. He hadn't gotten in the cop's way—instead dropping delinquents at their feet. He had gone so far as to save the entire city multiple times.
You, though, would have made a royal mess of things if he hadn’t swooped in to help you learn the ropes. He had given you every in he’d had to work for on a silver platter.
It was times like now when you remembered how disastrous this could all be for you. And you knew it.
“How deep did he get you?” Spider-Man asked, breaking the fallen quiet between you. It would never be silent—not in Manhattan, even on a high rooftop.
You shrugged and tried not to wince at the responding burn. “I’ll manage. It won’t need stitches.”
Approaching you slowly, he lowered himself down to sit beside you. He didn’t appear concerned about the drop between you both and the concrete far below. He had the power to catch himself before he hit the ground.
Perhaps that was why he didn’t lean on his hands as you did. In case you fell and he had to catch you before you became a mess on the sidewalk.
“It’s not bleeding much,” he noted. “That’s good. It’ll scab over and heal nicely if you’re good.”
A bark of a laugh pushed its way past your lips as you turned your head to watch him. He likely knew you’d been watching him through the corner of your eye anyway. Unlike his, your mask didn’t cover your eyes or your whole face.
“If I’m good?”
Not for the first time you wished you could see his face. His voice resounded with a grin you were barred from seeing as he spoke. “Yeah, no poking or prodding. Proper treatments, cleaning, bandaging. The works.”
“It’s barely a scrape,” you protested at his coddling. “It’ll be less than a scar by the end of the week.”
“Even the smallest of scratches can cause a domino effect. Right?”
You had to look away then.
A figment of your imagination, perhaps, that his tone conceived to you as knowing. You hoped it was only in your mind. Then you worried that you hadn't been nearly as subtle as you had hoped when the mugger had caught your exposed wound with his fist.
The contact couldn't have lasted longer than a second. But sometimes a second was enough when a path was strongly foundationed. You had been lurched from your body and propelled into a whirlwind of the man’s past and future. Playground fights as a kid, cruel words thrown at his mother in moments of anger, and drunken revels with his friends.
While it wasn’t the worst thing you had seen, you had been thrown into a bought of nausea when you had seen what was to happen. Ten minutes, months, or years from then, you couldn’t know. But you had known that you could not allow it to happen.
And had Spider-Man not arrived while you were lost in the mugger's future, he might’ve gotten away. Though not without scaring the woman some more first.
“Do you think we’re all dominoes then?” you questioned, unable to not furrow your eyebrows.
Spider-Man swung his legs back and forth, leaning to nudge your shoulder with his. He was generous enough not to mention it when you tensed up. Instead offering you reprieve by hunching forward.
“Is that not a good comparison? I always thought the future was a bit like dominoes and you only had to tap one to set it all in motion.”
You shook your head. “You can stop the future, alter it, and change it entirely. Once you knock dominos over their path is set in stone. It takes longer for a person to solidify that way. Besides, I go backwards, too.”
“Alright. What would you compare it to, then?”
“I’m not sure,” you conceded after a moment of thought. “I’ve never thought about it enough. I try not to, it gives me a headache.”
Spider-Man leaned his head into your line of view, tilting it questioningly. “It gives you a headache to think about your abilities?”
“You don’t ever think too hard about how you can stick to walls, hear and see so well?”
“I can do all that because spiders can.”
“Most spiders have very poor vision and they don’t have ears. They sense vibrations and they use the tiny hairs on their body. Hence your spider-tingle-”
“-spider-sense.”
“Same thing. Either way, it’s not why your senses are enhanced.”
Spider-Man sat upright again, rolling his shoulders back to correct his posture. You resisted the urge to thank him for sparing his own back.
“Alright. Now I’m thinking about it.”
“And?” you grinned.
“Impending headache,” he agreed.
A hum of a laugh sounded in your throat as he threw his head back on his shoulders. You wondered if his eyes were closed or if he was looking at the pinks lighting up the sky.
“You’re keeping an ear out for anyone in trouble, right?”
His head tilted your way though retained its lax position on his shoulder. “Always, even when I’m not suited up. Why, are you going back out there?”
“That’s the job, bug boy.”
The lenses on his mask thinned in an imitation of the way his eyes must be tightened beneath. “Spider-Man. Arachnid, not bug,” he corrected. “And you’re injured. You should go home and heal up.”
“It doesn’t even hurt. Anymore,” you added meekly at his persistent stare. You had no idea how he managed to emote so clearly despite not an inch of him being visible.
“I wasn’t talking about the scratch.”
“Oh.”
It was utterly unfair that he was allowed to be hidden head to toe by his suit. Unfair that it was impossible to break him down to the bone with a look. All anyone knew of him was that he was male and that he wasn’t mute. Most definitely not mute.
Worse that all you knew of him was the same as the public knew. Should you not have the privilege of knowing even a little more about him? With your frequent team-ups and continuous jesting, it felt due.
“Go home. Recuperate,” he insisted. “Come back tomorrow.”
Your lips parted in a protest that never came. Walking away for the night felt wrong. Even if you had stopped multiple crimes that evening before Spider-Man had shown up to help. In theory, it was his turn. But that wasn’t how it worked with you two. There weren’t turns and debts based on who did what and who got hurt.
You nodded once, anyway, and pushed up from the roof. “See you tomorrow, bug boy.”
His shout of objection echoed through the air as you walked away. Visibly lighter than when you had come up here for alone time.
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