#tom!peter

[reese-tasteslikepepsicola]

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Naked

Summary: In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible. Based on the episode of New Girl with Jess and Nick lol <3

Warnings: Nudity, slight smut? Like it’s not crazy smutty, Peter fantasizes about reader while with someone else for a hot minute lol

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“You are not gonna believe this!” Peter’s voice can be heard from the front door of your shared New York Loft.

You, Mj, Peter and Ned were all living together and sharing rent while you all attended College. It was chaotic at times, but it worked out.

At the end of the day, it was nice to be snuggled up on the couch watching a cheesy horror movie with your friends,

“You finally grew a few inches?” Mj asked, biting into her bagel that you made for her. Peter glared at her before throwing his jacket on the couch,

“No. This girl in my Econ class wants me to come over tonight to hang out” You turned around so quick that the whisk that had egg on it flew off and splashed onto Ned,

“Really?” He groaned and wiped it off,

“A date?” Your eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on your face, attempting to cover up your jealousy.

You and Peter weren’t dating, or even flirting with each other at that. You guys were just simply friends and roommates.

Peter couldn’t deny that you were cute and blessed in all the right places, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot and awkward in a charming way.

All of the glances at each other and occasional long lasting hugs between the both of you were always cut off with the bug boy poking fun at you and you firing back ten times worse.

So, why were you so jealous that he was gonna get some ass tonight?

“Oh! Peter is getting the hanky panky?” You exclaimed, a grin on your face. He scrunched up his nose and snatched one of Ned’s pieces of bacon,

“Y/n, don’t call it that. But, yes, I will most likely be having sex tonight with a hot, sarcastic blond who’s totally into my muscles” He flexed his arm in your face obnoxiously,

“Gross” Mj snorted. You slapped his bicep with the spatula,

“You know what, good for you, man. What’s her name?” Ned asked, patting Peter on the back,

“Her name is Lauren. She’s into politics and nature, and enjoys taking pictures of big, historical buildings” He stated, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and smirking,

“Too bad your building is small” Ned joked. Peter tilted his head to the side in confusion,

“What’s that mean?” Mj cackled and looked over at you as you let out a snort,

“Oh! I was just—um—joking that your uh—penis? Yeah, penis, is small. But, it’s not! It was a joke! You’ve got a great penis, man! I’m not saying it’s small—they laughed, okay?!” Ned began stuttering, scratching the back of his neck and pointing at the two girls who were laughing.

Peter just nodded and squinted his eyes,

“Right, whatever” While his three roommates continued conversation, he remained silent and began overthinking about what Ned said.

Yeah, it was a joke! But, was it, though? Was there truth behind it?

-

“Your dick is huge, Peter. Lauren will love it” Peter said as he stared at himself in the mirror in his room.

‘Blue (Da Ba Dee)’ by Eiffel 65 began playing from Peter’s speaker. He turned the volume up to the max and stepped back to get a better view of himself.

He took off his shirt and began flexing his biceps, then awkwardly dancing, attempting to boost his self-esteem. Aunt May always told him to dance if he was feeling upset as a kid,

“Yo, listen up here’s a story about a little guy that lives in a blue world!” Peter started singing along to the lyrics, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down,

“And a blue corvette and everything is blue for him and himself and everybody around cause he ain’t got nobody to listen!” He ran his hand down abs, continuing to stare at himself in the mirror and singing along to the song.

Meanwhile, you were on your stomach in your bed, studying for your upcoming exam. You were slowly growing frustrated with Peter’s loud music powering over your’s that was playing from your phone,

“Peter! Turn your shit down! I can barely hear Lana Del Rey, right now!”

He slowly pulled down his boxers and sighed, scratching his forehead,

“Well, here’s my dick, Lauren. Hope you like it” He mumbled. The mirror isn’t flattering,

“Yep, it’s definitely the mirror, Peter. I’m beautiful the way I am” He shook his head and cringed at his words, and began dancing again.

“For fuck sake” You slammed your textbook shut and got up, ready to cuss him out. You walked across the hall and swung his bedroom door open,

“Seriously, dude! Some of us are trying to study!” When you looked up, you gasped as you were face to face with a dancing and very naked Peter Parker.

You both froze and stared at each other for a few seconds before you broke it by pointing at his dick and letting out a screech-like laugh, then running out of the room.

The whole situation hit Peter like a wave, and he flopped down on his bed and caged his head in between his arms,

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—no, no, no, no” He kept repeating, the incident replaying in his head.

A notification went off on his phone. He grabbed it and saw it was a message from Lauren.

Laurenfromecon: Hey big boy. My roommate finally left for the night. I hope your on your way ;)

Peter took a deep breath and sent a thumbs up back, too traumatized and distraught to send anything flirty back.

If you laughed at his dick, wouldn’t that mean Lauren would, too?

-

“Hey guys—to make my story short, I walked in on Peter dancing naked to that blue song” Ned spat out his water and Mj’s eyes practically bulged out of her her head,

“Oh! That’s not…” She laughed, setting her mug down on the coffee table,

“Yeah! Like he was dancing naked and like—staring at himself in the mirror while doing it, too! It was so—weird? I don’t know what to say to him now!” You began ranting, playing with your hair nervously.

Ned stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders,

“What did you say to him? Or did you say anything at all?” You looked down at your hands and began fiddling with them,

“Well, I kinda might’ve pointed at his…friend and laughed at it” Ned threw his head back and placed his hands on his face,

“Y/n! You never laugh at a man’s penis! That’s like the worse thing a woman could do!” Mj shook her head and leaned back into the couch,

“And right before his hook up, too? Dude, he’s probably in his room right now crying and throwing up” You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before flopping down,

“Speak of the devil” She mumbled, flicking your head and then pointing to Peter who was fast walking past you guys with his hoodie covering his face,

“Oh my god! Hey, buddy!” You cringed at your words as you jogged after him to the front door,

“Please, leave me alone, y/n” He mumbled, trying to find where his keys were hanging frantically,

“Peter, we should really talk about this! It was just an accident that won’t happen again, right?” You tried to say nonchalantly, giving an awkward shrug as you guarded the front door,

“We knock on doors in this house. It shouldn’t of happened in the first place” He said through gritted teeth, finally getting ahold of his keys,

“I know! Just, your music was so loud and you wouldn’t of heard my kno—

“Y/n, please move” You sighed and slapped his shoulder,

“Listen, Petey, dancing naked is so normal! I dance naked sometimes, too!” You exclaimed. Your two friends both shook their heads as they watched what was currently going on in front of them,

“Just—move” He gently pushed you out of the way and opened the door, making his way out into the halls,

“I dance naked while listening to Sza and Ethel Cain all the time! Nothing to be ashamed of” You yelled out, your voice and words echoing throughout the halls. Peter shook his head and ran to the elevator. Your neighbour stepped out and gave you a disgusted look,

“Oh, shut the fuck up” You glared at him.

-

“Your so hot, Peter” Lauren moaned out, straddling him on her bed,

“Uh—thanks. Your pretty hot, too” He mumbled in between kisses. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to get himself hard and get you out of his thoughts,

“Fuck, take off your pants” The girl said, her hands going to the zipper of his jeans. Peter felt his heart jump out of his chest in fear,

“Wait! Can you take off yours first?” He pulled her hands away from crotch. She smirked and hopped off the bed and began stripping till she was completely naked.

Peter let out a huff of air and palmed himself,

“Wow, your um- nice” He cringed at his compliment and at how he still wasn’t becoming hard looking at a naked, blond chick who wanted him.

Did y/n break my dick’s ability to function for good? He thought to himself,

“Peter? You alright?” Lauren asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face,

“Huh? Yeah! Oh, yeah! I just need to…” He trailed off, gesturing to his dick. The blond grinned and nodded, going back to straddling him, grinding on him,

“Oh, shit” Peter cursed as her hand reached into his pants, slipping past his boxers, beginning to stroke his length.

As Peter laid his head back against the pillow, he found himself beginning to relax, trying to ease his mind,

If Lauren didn’t like my dick, why is she trying so hard to get it up? Y/n is immature, of course she’d laugh at your penis! Y/n…y/n…y/n…I wonder what y/n is doing right now. She’s probably dressed in her cute pyjama set after having her nightly shower. She’s probably laid on her bed thinking about you, thinking about you naked. Yeah, she for sure is. I wonder what she does in her room when she’s alone. Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…

Y/N?!

“Peter?” Lauren cleared her throat and took her hand out of his pants,

“Are you okay?” Peter eyes snapped opened,

“Is there anything I can like—do differently?” She asked awkwardly, chewing on her nail.

The spider boy let out a groan and flopped back down on the pillow, his flushed with embarrassment,

“Sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just—

“It’s fine, whatever. It’s okay to not be in the mood” She said, rolling off of him and slipping her clothes back on,

“Maybe we can…cuddle?” Peter asked, immediately regretting his words. The blond nodded, hesitantly laying underneath his arm,

“Uh, okay”

What the fuck is wrong with you, Peter? Why were you thinking about Y/n?

-

Peter stayed the night and left first thing in the morning,

“So…how was it?” Ned asked as Peter sat down on the leather couch.

He shook his head,

“Terrible” His friend frowned and paused the football game that was currently playing,

“What happened?”

Peter explained everything to Ned,

“Let me guess, the way y/n laughed at your junk made you so insecure about it that you couldn’t get a hard on?” Bug-boy groaned and and lifted his arms up,

“Exactly! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? What if she ruined my ability to ever become horny?”

Ned shrugged and frowned,

“Listen, y/n feels horrible about the way she acted. She really does feel bad. Go talk to her, trust me. My grandma always says that communication is the bed solution”

-

“Thanks a lot, y/n! Because of you, I can’t get an erection!” Peter yelled as he barged into your room. You slammed your book shut and sat up on your knees in the middle of your bed,

“What?!” He nodded and and pointed his finger in your face,

“I cant get your stupid little screech out of my head! The whole time I was trying to hook up with Lauren, your laugh and reaction to my dick kept replaying in my mind” You placed your face in your hands,

“I’m sorry, okay?! I just panicked, and when I panic I laugh or scream!” He rolled his eyes and leaned against your doorframe,

“Peter…your member is beautiful, okay?” You said, giving him a toothy smile. His face scrunched up,

“Oh my god! Do not call it a member, please. Call it a dick or whatever” You sighed and pushed your hair back,

“Your dick is nice looking, okay? It’s a good—dick. It’s far from small. I just got embarrassed because I invaded your…privacy” You were telling the truth.

He ‘tsked’ at the last part,

“You were embarrassed?” He said, raising an eyebrow,

“We were both embarrassed! I should have knocked. You should have turned down your music” He nodded and remained silent,

“I guess so”

-

The next day, you came up with the best idea.

There had to be some way to ease the tension, to relieve Peter’s embarrassment,

“This should work” You said, standing nude in front of your mirror. You ran your hands up and down your curves and let out a huff.

Your idea was to wait in his room and flash Peter when he came home to make it even between the both of you.

It’s only fair, right?

You wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to his room.

-

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening” Peter and Lauren came stumbling through your shared loft,

“Are you sure your friends are out tonight?” The girl asked against his lips. He moaned when she pushed into his groin,

“Y-Yeah. They should be”

Peter had texted Lauren that morning, asking to hang out.

He really thought about everything that went down and concluded that it was never that serious.

His dick was fine, so was his body, and he wasn’t going to let you stop him from hooking up with pretty girls.

That’s how he ended with Lauren in his car, and then in his apartment,

“My room is down here” She followed him as he led her to his room.

-

You gasped as you heard Peter and a female voice echo throughout the apartment.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

You scrambled around the room, quickly trying to find where to go. You went to the bedroom door and stopped as you heard them step right outside it.

Fuck! Think fast, y/n.

You stopped, dropped, and rolled to the side of his bed that was facing away from the door.

-

“Take off your clothes” Peter nodded as he stood in front of Lauren who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He took a deep breath and hurriedly took off his shirt.

She grinned and bit her lip, her hands going to unclasp her bra,

“Who the fuck is that?!” She screamed, pointing to the floor before covering her chest. Peter turned around and saw you in a towel, crawling on the floor towards his door,

“Y/n?! Wha—

You stood up and ran to the door, your towel then fell, revealing your nude backside,

“Oh…f-fuck” Peter whimpered as he stared at your body, completely forgetting that the blond was there, sitting frightened and confused as hell on his bed.

His eyes became hazy, his pupils dilating,

“Y/n” You slowly turned around, his gaze now being introduced to your naked front view.

His eyes trailed from your face to your breasts and lower.

A smirk-like grin formed on his lips as he stared at you.

You cleared your throat and ran a hand through your hair,

“Ta-da” You said, giving a weird smile.

Coming to your senses, you picked up the towel and quickly wrapped it around yourself, then practically sprinted out of the room and slamming the door behind you,

“Wow” Peter chuckled under his breath.

You were so fucking beautiful.

She’s so fucking beautiful, holy shit.

Lauren screamed from behind him,

“Um—what the fucking fuck just fucking happened!!”

-:

Part 2!

[alltoowelltom]

sweet

peter parker x reader

summary: two times that peter parker is the sweetest boyfriend

“Y/N!” Peter hisses, knocking his knee into yours under the desk. 

“What?” you whisper, not peeling your attention away from the board as you furiously copy down the notes. 

“I’m bored.” he says sheepishly as you roll your eyes. 

“Why don’t you maybe, focus on the lesson?” you suggest. 

Peter groans dramatically and lays his head on top of his notebook. 

“I know it all already.” he shrugs, leaning over and digging through your pencil case. 

“Well we can’t all be geniuses,” you say as you flip the page and continue scribbling. “Some of us are gonna fail the test on radioactive substances if you don’t shut up and let me write.”

“I’m radioactive,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll tutor you before the test.”

He settles on a red pen from your pencil case and twirls it between his fingers, clicking it on and off repeatedly. 

“Peter!” you mutter. “That is infuriating.”

“Sorry,” he grins at you, happy to have your attention for a moment, and sighing when you turn away, frowning at an especially lengthy paragraph in the textbook you and Peter were supposed to be sharing. 

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it in front of him, turning your arm palm-up. You ignore him as you read, attempting to understand the subject. You feel a slight tickling sensation of your wrist accompanied by the pressure of Peter’s hands as he hooks his arm around yours to give himself better access to you. 

…emission of alpha particles, or conversion of neutrons to protons or the reverse… 

You sigh, pushing the book away from you with your free hand. It’s impossible to concentrate with the tickling sensation on your wrist.

“Peter,” you hiss one last time. “What are you doing?”

Peter freezes, blinking like a deer in the headlights when you tip your gaze to where he’s working on your wrist. Inked onto the skin just below your palm in red ballpoint pen is a tiny, slightly lopsided heart. Leaning closer, you can make out a little ‘P’ entwined with your own first initial. 

“Aw, Pete,” you whisper, quickly kissing his cheek ever so softly to avoid the glare of the teacher at the front. “It’s so sweet. You’re so sweet.”

Peter scrunches up his nose in response to your compliment, relishing the moment of attention from you he’d craved in a boring class. 

“No,” he begins sweetly. “You’re-” “Parker!” below the teacher. Peter’s ears turned red as the whole class turned to glare at him. “Are you taking notes or are you just distracting Miss Y/L/N?”

Peter shrinks away from you, picking up the red pen and pretending to make notes. 

You giggle, resuming your own work but not before nudging him underneath the table and pulling a face, earning yourself the sweetest grin from him. 

・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

7:25am. Friday. 

The incessant buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your dozing and you groan, picking it up blearily - only answering because you know exactly who’s calling. He calls at this time every school morning. 

“Good morning my love,” he says cheerily. You can hear the faint beeping and honking of early morning traffic from his end of the line, proof that he’s out on his morning patrol like usual. 

Your only reply is a sleepy ‘hhmf’ as you snuggle back into the duvet warding off the chilly New York morning. 

“It’s time to get up, baby.” Peter says right on cue. 

“But I’m so sleepy and cozy,” you protest. “I absolutely cannot get up for school.”

Peter chuckles, preparing himself for the sleepy argument you two have every morning when he calls to make sure you’re getting up. 

“If you don’t get up and come to school, I won’t get to see you today.” he points out and you can almost hear the playful pout on his face as he speaks softly, knowing you’re still half asleep. 

“You can come over after,” you say. “Imagine how chatty and cheerful I’ll be then when I’m fully rested.”

Peter shakes his head, resting on the rooftop of an apartment block. From his point of view he’s just across the street from your apartment and he can see your bedroom window, blinds still drawn to block out the morning rays. 

“If you get up and come to school today, I’ll take you to that do-it-yourself pottery place after. They don’t close until six on a Friday.” he bargains. 

You gasp. 

“Lots of Pots?” you ask. “Can we make mugs for each other again?”

Peter chuckles, already picturing adding the new addition to the collection of multi-colored mugs you’d made for him and May so far. 

“This is all conditional on you getting up, though.” he reminds you. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” you say as you kick the duvet off and make no move to stand up. 

“No, you’re not,” Peter sighs as your blind doesn’t lift. “Looks like I’m swinging over then,” he says as he pushes himself to his feet. “Be at your window in a second or I’m breaking in and tipping you out of bed.”

Peter calling you after morning patrol to make sure you’re getting up for school had become routine over the few months of your relationship, usually ending up with him coming over and pulling your pajama-clad body out of bed before he himself would get changed into the school clothes of his he kept in your closet and making sure you both got out the door in time. And he loved it. 

・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

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[bugboysgf]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: You like Peter, Peter likes Liz but you can't shake the feeling that you and Peter might have something.

AN:i never really write angst because i hate it but i couldnt get this idea out of my head. Also this is my first post of this year so enjoy. I take requests btw :)

“God she's so perfect.” Peter said. Mj looks up from her book and you stop chewing your food to see what peter was talking about.

“Who is?” Mj asked, Peter didn't answer, you look at Peter to see him in awe. Then you look to see where his eyes were. He looked at Liz putting up the homecoming poster.

“Liz” you said coldly to Mj. Mj didn't say anything and just gave you a look.

“So… you asking her to Homecoming ?” Mj asked Peter.

“What? No I could never.”

“And why is that?” Ned asked Peter.

‘Because she would say no.”

“Just go with somebody that likes you. Y/n?” Mj said. “Yea?”

“Should Peter go with somebody that likes him?” you just looked and nodded your head at the question trying to see where she was going with this. “Got any people in mind.”

“No,” you said quickly.

“But-” the bell rang, cutting Mj off.

—-

“I mean you dont think she would go with me. Right?” Peter asked as you guys walked back to his apartment.

“I don't know” you didn't want to say too much. Besides you like Peter and you wanted him to see that but you were too scared to make a move.

“Did you see her in that skirt today? She looks amazing. and-”

You cut peters talking out by thinking of something else. you could stand the way he talked about liz, everything made you jealous, Liz had the looks, the money and the boy that you wanted crushing on her. You barely knew her and you wanted to be her so bad. You watch Peter crush on girls throughout the years and never been able to say anything because you didn't want to ruin the friendship.

“Peter?”

“Yea?” Peter stops talking and looks at you.

“Why do you like Liz so much?” you just had to know what made him like her so much and why he would always talk about her.

“Um i don't know, i have two crushes but i know one of them doesn't like me back so i have to resort to liz.” “Two crushes? Who the other.” “Umm…” he looked at you nervously. “You don't know her.”

“Oh? Is she really pretty?” you asked

“ pretty is an understatement.”

Now you're really jealous.

—-

“I can't do this anymore.” “Do what?” Mj asked.

“The thing with Peter is that I can't do anything. I like him too much. I think about him all the time and he doesn't even give me the time of day. Yesterday when we were walking he told me he had a crush on somebody else.”

“Did you ask who?”

“Yes and he got nervous and said that i don't know her.” Mj looks at you with a be for real face. “What Mj?” “It's you” she said like it was obvious.

“Huh”

“The other crush is you.” “I'm already delusional and you're making it worse.”

“Delusional about what?” Ned asked, sitting down next to Mj. Then Peter sat down next to you.

“Nothing.”

“Did you guys hear about Liz's party? She just invited me and said to bring my friends too.”

“You talked to liz.” I asked him.

“Yea she told me she would love it if i made it.”

“Of course she did,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What is it hard to believe she might like me?” Peter said, clearly offended.

“Well just like how you said it's hard to believe that Flash liked me.” Peter looked at you shocked.

“That's not what I meant, I just dont think he's good for you.” he tried to explain.

“Yea whatever peter”

—

“This is where she lives, she has to be rich.” you said to Mj you guys looked at Liz's big house it was like a mansion. Outside you saw people you've never seen with drinks in their hands.

Mj looked at her phone then looked at you “peters said he's inside.”

“Why would I care?” you rolled your eyes.

“Because you like him.”

“Well he doesn't like me back.” you grabbed Mj’s hand, you led her into Liz's house, when you walked inside you saw a bunch of kids from your school in there. You started looking around and spotted Peter. He was with Liz, he was making her laugh.

“y/n-” Mj said, giving you an i'm sorry look.

“No, it's okay, let's get drinks.” you guys walked over to the drink table, you went straight for the vodka, you grabbed a cup and filled it half way.

You gulped down the first one then poured another, drank that one then went for a third but Mj stopped you.

“ We just got here, that's too much slow down.” you put the bottle down. You were a lightweight you knew you couldn't have too much.

“Hey everyone we are playing truth or dare in the basement if you want to play.” flash yelled. You watched a couple of people go down there but not too many, you were about to not go then you saw Peter head down there with Liz. There's no way you're not going now.

“Come on” you grabbed mj’s hand again. When you got down to the basement everybody was sitting in a circle. You decided to sit next to Flash and Mj sat next to Ned.

You watched a Flash spin the bottle and it landed on this random kid. For the next 20 minutes you watched people do dares but you didn't get chosen yet or Peter. Flash spins the bottle again and it lands on peter.

“Truth or dare.” Flash asked Peter.

“Um dare.” Peter looks nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” you look up from your lap, he just used the perks of being a wallflower quote. You could help but think about how it ended. Peter looks at everybody, his eyes pass Liz and go to yours, he looks at you for a second you think you might be the one that gets chosen but he stops looking at you and his eyes go to Liz's again, he looks at her. Your heart drops, you have to get out of here before anybody sees you crying.

Peter knows he can't choose you, he knows if he does it's going to mess things up he doesn't want you to think that he's weird. He goes in to give Liz a kiss and when he opens his eyes, he looks at you to see your reactions but he notices that you're gone, then he looks at Mj. She gives him a disappointed look. Then he gets up and leaves. To look for you.

When he finds you, you're in a guest room by yourself crying.

“y/n.” Peter sits on the bed next to you.

“Why are you here peter?” you ask him. “ Go enjoy your time with Liz.” you were half drunk and half sober. You knew that this wasn't going to end well.

“You're crying, that's why I'm here , you left the room.”

“Why did you look at me peter.”

“What”

“Before you kissed Liz you looked at me for a second. Why?” you explain to him.

“ i- i don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Peter, you looked at me like you knew it was going to hurt me, like you knew that you were making a mistake.”

“I didn't, it was just a look, that's it, i looked at everyone.” he explained, he was acting stupid and he knew it.

“Peter but you looked at me the longest, and I want to know why. I'm so tired of this peter.”

“Tired of what.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you snapped “ you- you keep hurting me, everything is always about liz. Liz this. Liz that. I don't care about Liz ,Peter. I just want you to look at me like you look at liz. You might call me crazy but I know something is there between us. Because you wouldn't have looked at me like that before you kissed her. I can't shake this feeling Peter, and I know you feel it too but it's like you think it's wrong to like me or something.” the tears were flowing down your face and you couldn't control it. The silence was too loud Peter couldn't even look at you. You waited for a response and you didn't get one.

In that movement everything was clear to you.

[justapurrcat]

Things That Look Like Nothing | p.b.p.

Pairing: college!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Synopsys: As if getting caught up into the cliché trap of falling in love with your best friend and having to watch as he falls for someone else wasn’t enough, the universe has decided to take a step further in punishing you, turning your existence in a not-so-figurative life or death situation. Your closest confident is now the reason behind your pain, your anchor the very thing that’s dragging you down...

Word Count: 5.960k

Warnings: English not being my first language, angst, hanahaki disease, so unrequited love and blood, a bit of fluff, a hint of smut... the usual you should expect from me I guess~

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A/n: ... after the absolute filthiness of my last vampire!Tom blurb, I needed something to cleanse my soul, so here is an angsty Peter fic with my attempt at Hanahaki!au (aka watch me writing anything but Unscripted because I emotionally scarred myself with it well done Lia well done)~ hope you enjoy it 💜

“Peter?”

You blinked repeatedly, as if you couldn’t believe your own eyes.

The sight of your best friend perched on the windowsill of your college dorm, without his suit, taking the foolish risk of being seen and discovered, was something you were convinced you would never get to see again.

Peter waved awkwardly, his big puppy eyes betraying a certain insecurity, something he was certain he’d never get to experience when talking to you. You were his safe harbour, the person whose presence he felt comfortable enough with to let all his masks dissolve.

He could let go of Spider-Man, of the orphan, of the young man who carried so much onto his shoulders, of the brave, cheerful façade he sometimes forced himself to put on not to worry his aunt and friends… until all that was left was Peter Parker sound asleep in your arms.

Now though, that same Peter Parker was scared. Scared that you would turn your back to him just like you had stopped talking to him all at once, through a dry text on how you needed to spend some time alone, isolated from everything and everyone.

He had jokingly pointed out that it would’ve been kinda hard while bouncing between classes and your part-time job. No answer had come from you.

So, after an entire week of complete radio silence from your part, Peter had decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Mind if I come in?”, he finally found the courage to ask.

You knew you should’ve told him to go away, that now that he was trying to get a girlfriend, sneaking into your room at night wasn’t exactly the best way to proceed about it, but your stupid body unconsciously betrayed you, stepping aside and nodding like you had done so many times before, effectively inviting him inside.

Force of habit, you told yourself, and you were also doing it to protect his secret identity. Wallowing in that stupid lie was way more reassuring and less scary than admitting that Peter’s absence affected you as if a vital organ had been brutally ripped away from under your flesh.

Not that you really needed to admit that, to be honest, considering that you were not so metaphorically dying because of unrequited love… but still, it was one last stubborn fight to preserve what little was left of your dignity.

“W-what are you doing here?”, you babbled, unable to keep your hands from fidgeting and already starting to feel a strange movement in your chest, the threatening, delicate caress of a soft petal unfolding in your left lung. Right next to your heart, how pathetically cliché.

“Just checking on my best friend.” Peter deadpanned, allowing his gaze to wander around your room, looking for any sign that could tell him what was going on with you. But it all looked the same and his spider sense kept buzzing in the back of his mind without any alteration, a white noise he had reluctantly gotten used to it when it came to you.

“Who’s been avoiding me for some reason”, he added when his eyes landed on the picture frame lying face down on your desk.

“I haven’t”, you objected weakly, caught in your lie like a deer in headlights.

His lips pressed into a hard line, in a frown that tasted likr both anger and pain, and he took a step closer, picking the frame up to examine it. He didn’t really need any other clue, but your bright, smiley childish faces staring back at him felt like a stab through his heart.

It was the first pic the two of you had taken together, something you had always described as your most prized possession. And now you didn’t want to see it, just like you didn’t want to see him.

“You have”, Peter insisted, starting to feel tears burning in his throat. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold them back and – before he could break it – put the pic back in its place.

“Fine, I can’t stand you. Happy now?”, you scoffed, hoping this coldness could pacify the sensation in your chest. In a desperate attempt to save yourself that wouldn’t involve a surgery and a definitive memory loss. You wanted to trick the invisible monster, so that it would eventually lead your heart to believe that there was not an ounce of love left in you that could be given to your best friend.

Better to keep him in your life shielded behind a veil of denial and poorly fabricated indifference, than to lose him to darkness forever.

Of course, it didn’t work in the slightest: you simply couldn’t lie to yourself. And that love was no longer yours to give: it belonged to Peter and Peter alone, whether he wanted it or not.

Clearly not amused by your joke, Peter turned around, actually taking you in for the first time after so many days. And it felt like a punch in his gut.

You shrunk under his incandescent gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. “What?”, you spat defensively.

“You look…”, he trailed off, at complete loss for words.

“Like shit, you can say it.”

And felt like it, too. Isolating yourself and being away from him had turned out to be useless because, even while basically having entered your Rapunzel era, Peter was still all you could think about.

Even now that he was standing in the middle of your tiny bedroom, physically within reach yet miles away from you, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe his presence there was wrong, that that wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

Which didn’t exactly help with the whole Hanahaki situation going on.

“… annihilated.”

“That’s a big word, did MJ teach you that?”, you sneered, trying to move past him to go and sit on your bed. Your legs were starting to feel like jelly, you couldn’t collapse right in front of him or you wouldn’t have heard the end of it.

“Don’t change the subject”, Peter hissed, grabbing your elbow, not harshly enough to hurt you, but firmly enough to stop you and keep you in place. “You’re sick.”

You froze, the sudden proximity and contact spreading fire under your skin and at the same time constricting your lungs. “It’s nothing”, you forced out as naturally as you could.

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me”, he pointed out, an unusual and new scent of flowers coming from your body not going unnoticed by him. He couldn’t explain it to himself: it wasn’t bad, but it didn't smell like any of the perfumes you would use on a daily basis… and yet, it was so… you.

“You’d be surprised how many things can look like nothing”, you instinctively retorted, pulling your arm from his grip, and you had to bite your tongue not to add a couple more words that you were aware would’ve ruined everything beyond repair.

To you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, Peter inquired, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Dunno”, you shrugged, dismissing the whole thing. “It sounded like a cool thing to say.”

“y/n…”, he sighed tiredly, trying to resonate with you. “What is going on?”

No response came from you and he gulped when he heard your heartbeat slow down almost imperceptibly. Almost, because Peter had made that rhythm his own, and he had come to know it like the back of his hand. He had regulated his life onto it, his peace nestled in those brief little fragments of seconds inside your ribcage.

“I missed you…”, he confessed. “I miss my y/n.” And he missed the way your heart spoke to him, that sweet, comforting sound that never failed to let him know that everything was okay. But now it spoke a foreign language, so alien that he couldn’t even try to learn it, let alone comprehend it.

“I missed you, too”, you admitted in a thin voice.

“Then why are you avoiding me? What happened?”

“Nothing, Peter”, you repeated softly, with a light shake of your head, letting your lips indulge on the beloved syllables of his name. “I promise it’s nothing.”

“Stop lying to me!”, Peter yelled, the unexpected change in his tone making you jump in surprise. Not in fear. Never in fear.

He immediately regretted raising his voice – and especially raising it at you – but he was mad, worried, and hurt, and your lack of answer did nothing to ease his feelings. If anything, it drove him even madder.

What he had told you was the truth: he did miss you. He missed you like air, he understood he had done something wrong, and he wanted to make it better, he wanted you to feel better… but you weren’t giving him the chance to do that – whatever that was.

For fuck’s sake, he would’ve given you a litre of his own blood, had you told him it was the solution you needed, but you were denying yourself to be helped… and he couldn’t have it that way. He wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry”, he added quickly, reaching out for your hands and taking them in his. He winced at how cold they were.

You let him do that, not putting up any resistance when he took another step in your direction. You just wanted him to hold you tight and never let go of you, was it too much to ask?

Apparently it was, because your name wasn’t MJ Watson.

“It’s okay”, you breathed out, and your voice was so thin that, hadn’t it been for his enhanced hearing, your best friend wouldn’t have heard it.

God every part of you was beginning to hurt so much from his proximity… but it was so nice to have him that close and touching you so tenderly… you would’ve gladly prolonged that pain for eternity. You would’ve died for it.

You realised how stupid you had been to avoid him, all the time you could’ve spent next to him was now lost forever and it was a blasphemy of the worst kind.

Peter placed your palms onto his chest and kept them there in hope his super-human warmth would bring you any comfort, then let go of them and cupped your cheeks, gently tilting your face up so that you would look at him.

He saw your eyes glistening with tears, and it tore him apart to notice how similar they looked to when they were filled with joy. It dawned upon him now, how sad your happiness truly was, like something obscure wouldn’t allow you to experience anything good ever again.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when, but the light in your smile had gradually begun to fade, consumed by a slow, but inexorable melancholy that was weakening not only your soul, but your body as well.

“You’re… you’re…”, Peter stuttered, then went quiet, his voice failing him. He couldn’t bring himself to vocalise them, but the words loomed above your heads like a menacing dark fog. What he wanted to say was cruelly obvious and the fact that you didn’t deny it did nothing but prove his theory right.

It wasn’t a simple illness… you were dying.

“No…”

The ground crumbled under his feet, the air turning to dust in his lungs. How could you have hidden that from him? How could he have been so blind not to see it?

“No, it can’t be.”

Your figure became blurred in his eyes, getting reduced to a splash of colours that barely resembled you on the other side of a thick barrier of tears. But he was too scared to wipe them away, filled with the horrible suspicion that you would vanish from his sight if he only dared to try.

“L-let me help you”, he begged with a broken voice. “Please, y/n, let me help you.”

“Peter…”

“Please…”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath despite the piercing pain spreading in your torso. “There’s nothing you can do.”

Frustration bubbled up in his stomach at those words, a mess of emotions clashing in his mind and heart. No, he refused to believe it. “Don’t say it.”

“It’s true.”

“Shut up”, Peter hissed, clenching his jaw. How could you be so stubbornly calm and almost resigned about it?

He was your best friend, you were one of the most important people in his life, he cared about you more than he cared about anyone else, more that he cared about himself, he couldn’t imagine his existence without you… there was no way in the World he couldn’t do anything to help you.

“Peter, there’s no point–”

“I said shut up.”

Like there was some kind of specific correlation between what he was doing and showing you that he could do something to help you, Peter yanked you forward, crashing his lips onto yours as your chests collided with an audible thud.

He kissed you with the ferocious passion of a desperate man, his arms wrapping themselves around you like ivy, caging you in a suffocating, yet freeing embrace, his hands exploring the mysteries of a body he had criminally taken for granted for too long.

Your incredulity didn’t have a long life, the pain long forgotten as your fingers got lost in his hair, wearing the soft locks like the most precious jewellery. You kissed him back as if you were engaging in the fight of your life, effortlessly following his lead like you had been created to do just that in your existence.

Never breaking the contact, Peter hastily backed you up towards your small bed and unceremoniously pushed you down onto the mattress, wasting no time in covering your body with his and getting between your thighs, immediately starting to grind his core against yours.

Just as eagerly, you wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders pulling him in and breathlessly whimpering his name as soon as your hungry mouths parted, like that could’ve drawn him even closer.

You had dreamed of this moment for so long, you weren’t going to complain, no matter how unexpected all of it was.

“Peter…”

“That’s…” Peter threw his head back, licking his lips, still savouring your taste, an obscenely blissed out expression on his face as his grunts mixed with your soft moans. “That’s the only thing I wanna hear from you.”

The sight was nothing short of divine. Almost as divine as the feeling of knowing that, hadn’t it been for the layers of clothing separating your bodies, he would’ve been making you his, ruining you for anyone else… after all, he had already done that to your heart.

You gasped when, without warning, he grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled, tearing it down the middle, his eyes going round and shining bright when your bare breasts came into view.

“Beautiful…”, he purred in contemplation, letting his thumb circle one of your nipples. The whine that simple touch elicited from you emboldened him and, with a devilish grin, he attached his mouth to your skin.

“Peter!”, you yelped, a hand tangling itself through his soft messy curls and the other one fisting his shirt and yanking the fabric. You needed the damn thing off, you wanted to touch him. Feel him.

“Shh”, he cooed, kissing your sternum as a particularly sharp thrust dragged another moan out of your lips. “I got you, petal”

Petal.

It was just a word, yet it was all it took you to remember how things really were, to understand what was truly going on in that precise moment.

And what was going on was that your best friend – whom you loved more than words could convey – was trying to fuck you and that you were letting him. And what was worse, was that he probably – no, he definitely – just wanted to practice, so that he could be ready for when he would do those things with his true love. MJ.

That was all you had become to him, you painfully realised. What remained of his best friend, was now nothing more than a chance to test himself and his abilities.

“P-Peter…”

Your fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist, barely encircling it, and the original intention was to remove his hand from you, but you only ended up keeping it there, even arching your back to give him better access to your body.

“No.”

Yes.

It was so fucking wrong it almost became right. Almost.

“Stop…”

He didn’t hear you, too absorbed by how amazingly right you felt in his arms, on his lips, against him…

Peter discovered that the more he took from you, the more he wanted to give you. He discovered that he needed to be inside of you, that he longed to have you under him, praising how good he was making you feel, telling him how much you cared about him, repeating his name until it would no longer make sense to his ears.

That night, Peter discovered that he wanted to make love to you. Not MJ, you. His y/nn.

“Stop…”

No, he didn’t just want to make love to you.

He wanted to hold your hand, tickle you so much you would cry-laugh, then kiss those tears away as his lips traced every inch of your face. He wanted to fall asleep with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair as you read for him, he wanted to wake up next to you, whisper cute silly compliments in your ear, he wanted to make you smile and pinch your cheeks.

He wanted to yell to the whole World how lucky he was to have you by his side. And that would’ve meant murmuring in your ear while you were cuddled up against each other, because he wanted you to be his World.

Peter Benjamin Parker discovered that he was in love with you.

“I SAID STOP!”, you screamed with what little remained of your breath, the strangled shattered sound that left your throat dragging him out of that inexplicable delight and turning his blood to ice.

He had heard you this time.

Panic washed over him, the suspect that he might have made you uncomfortable, or worse, hurt you, slithering up his spine and sinking its fangs into the back of his neck, poisoning the ecstasy that had descended upon him. “y/n, what–”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence because you shoved him off of you – more like, he let you – and turned to your side, hunching over yourself as you coughed uncontrollably, blood and petals spilling between the fingers covering your mouth.

Peter smelled it before he saw it, but there was something unusual about it, a note to that scent that shouldn’t have been there.

Hyacinths.

It made no sense, but you were coughing hyacinths.

The dreadful discovery, and all that followed in its wake, hit him like a fucking high-speed train.

No…

What had he done?

When he touched your shoulder, you tried to get away from that bed, from him, and you didn’t know if that was helping you or just hurting you more. It was all pointless, tough, because as soon as your feet touched the floor, you fell like a marionette that’d just got its strings cut off.

“Y/N!!!”

Peter rushed crawled off the bed in a hurry, not giving a damn about his hands touching the bloody sheets, and took you in his arms as he sat on the floor, scorching tears once again clouding his eyes, terror and guilt doing the same to his brain, the spider sense going off like crazy.

You were dying. And now it was because he was killing you.

“Nonononono…”

Red and purple were filling his vision. They were painting your mouth, your throat, your chest, and now his own clothes. But he couldn’t let go of you. He couldn’t let go of his love.

“y/n!”

“Y-your shirt…”, you shivered, coughing more blood and petals “I’m sorr–”

“No, love, no”, Peter shushed you, caressing your face in hope that could bring you some relief. He began to stand up, but you winced at the slightest movement, so he was forced to stop and resume his previous position, cradling you like he was afraid to break you. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? Y-you’re gonna be okay because we have to go on a date.”

He was rambling now, imprisoned in a merciless fight against time, death and all sorts of regrets he never thought he would get up until that moment.

He regretted every single time he looked at you without seeing you and every single time he did see you, but decided not to.

“We have to, get it? A-and we have to because I have to kiss you, because I have to spend the entire time telling you how much I love you, okay? Did you hear that? I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You pressed the side of your face against his chest, trying to focus on the beating of his heart so that it would block everything out. Everything that wasn’t the two of you in that moment.

If that was going to be your end, you wanted it to be with Peter.

“I love you, too”, you exhaled, as all your strength slowly started to abandon you. So that was it, then. Only a few instants of love for a life spent wishing it from afar. But that love came from Peter, your Peter, and that made it worth it.

You looked up and a pained smile appeared on your lips as Peter cupped your cheek. You reached out to push his hair out of his face, only sparing the rebel lock you adored so much.

Peter sniffed, crying uncontrollably, the tiny little drops falling onto your skin, mixing with your own.

“I’d love to go on that date.”

“W-we will…”

You were about to nod when your body stiffened all at once, then went inert in his arms, your hand falling limp by your side as you fell into the dark.

“y/n!!!”

Waking up felt like a fist colliding with your chest, forcing air back into your lungs as a striking white light blinded you. Out of pure instinct, you threw an arm over your eyes to protect them.

“Oh, you’re awake”, someone stated, causing you to look to your left and raise your arm, focusing on the silhouette of a female figure. A doctor was standing next to your bed, hands tucked in the pockets of her immaculate coat and an indecipherable expression on her face. “How are you feeling?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but then you realised what you were about to say. Good. You were feeling good.

More puzzled than ever, you pushed yourself up on your elbows until you were in a sitting position, the fatigue and ache you were expecting to feel while doing so, were nowhere to be found in that hospital room.

You pressed a hand against your sternum and felt nothing but a regular, perfectly healthy pulse. “W-what happened?”, you wondered, looking back at the doctor, who was still observing you in silence.

“Hanahaki disease”, the woman explained, not that you really needed to know. “And in a pretty advanced stage, too, judging by the quantity of blood and fully grown flowers”, she added. “But don’t worry: you’re good now, everything’s okay.”

Judging from her face, maybe she was expecting some sort of reaction, but you just stared at her in complete silence, pure confusion written all over your features.

“Spider-Man found you and brought you here.”

Your jaw dropped, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline and your confusion transitioning to disbelief. “He has… are you serious?”

So that meant everything that happened wasn’t just a dream…

The doctor nodded, looking a bit perplexed by your question. That didn’t last long, though. “You must’ve scared the life out of him”, she went on, smiling to herself as she got lost in the memory of meeting a superhero. Not the most professional behaviour to adopt with a patient who had just dodged death lying right there… but you couldn’t really blame her, after all.

“I’ve spent like half an hour reassuring him that you were fine”, she recalled, tucking her hair behind her ear, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

But as it usually happened, your little brain needed to be triggered by words and that was exactly how things went, making you come to the realisation that all that talk about Peter bringing you to the hospital had taken your attention away from a quite important topic.

In all fairness, you weren’t always this slow – your constant anxiety and overthinking wouldn’t allow it –, but you had nearly died: you figured you could cut yourself some slack for needing a bit more time to put two and two together.

At first the doctor had told you that you were good, now that you were fine. Subtle variations to communicate the same message.

“But to be honest, I understand where he came from: you were covered in blood… one of the interns actually fainted as soon as he saw you. We all thought there was nothing that could be done to–”

“Wait, what did you just say?”, you interrupted her, and that startled her a little. Maybe you were coming off as rude, too, but you didn’t really have time to worry about that.

“That you made an intern faint?”, she repeated, arching an eyebrow. “It was his first round, poor guy–”

“No, the ‘me being fine’ part”, you specified, cutting her off again. It was urgent, manners could wait. “What do you mean?”

“You healed”, the doctor said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “You’re safe now.”

You were not quite sure why she would feel the need to repeat it, and the suspect that she probably thought your confusion was nothing but mere dumbness did cross your mind, but you chose not to question it.

“In fact, you were already safe when you got here. All we had to do was remove the last flowers you couldn’t spit out when you fainted.”

Your jaw dropped dramatically, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, the loudest “What?” blocked in your throat, between your vocal cords, without a chance of getting out.

When it became clear that you wouldn’t be able to emit another sound, your gaze fell into your lap, focusing entirely on your folded hands, on the skin you had relentlessly tormented during those last three months and a half. It was a habit you had made yours really quickly, the cuts and scratches on your fingers requiring the excuse of a new cooking course to cover their origin.

Peter had been the hardest to convince, and part of you wanted to believe that it was because of some sort of special connection the two of you shared, a bond that made it impossible for one to lie to the other, or some hopelessly romantic shit like that.

And as you stared at what you had done to yourself in the name of your unrequited love for him you couldn’t force things to make sense for the life of you.

The previous doctor you had talked to had been clear about it, stating that you had only two options to save yourself: an extremely dangerous surgery with very little chance of success, or doing your best to fall out of love with Peter.

But you still remembered Peter. You still loved him… and yet somehow you were no longer ill. So how…

“I feel like I gave you too much information altogether…”, the doctor commented, giving you a weird look you didn’t even notice. “I’m gonna leave you now, so you can rest a bit more, okay? You’re still weak.”

With that, she left the room, without bothering to wait for an answer that wasn’t going to come anyway.

You didn’t move a muscle, staring into the void with your head hung low, the terrifying, sublime sensation of something both worse and better than despair weighting on your shoulders. It was the faintest spark of hope, and you would’ve gladly let it flare up and burn you to the ground.

A little noise dragged you out of your thoughts, and it took you nothing to recognize it: it was the sound of scratching on glass, and that could only mean one thing.

You turned towards the window, finding Spider-Man cautiously peaking his head in. “Peter?”, you exhaled, releasing a breath you had no idea you were holding.

“Uhm… hey…” You could perceive the insecurity in his voice, and even with his face being completely covered, you just knew that a soft baby pink was dusting his cheeks and ears. “I know it’s past visit-time, but… mind if I come in?”

For a few seconds, seeing him there, hearing him asking you that brought you back to your room, with flowers growing in your lungs, a shirt he hadn’t torn, lips he hadn’t claimed and a body he hadn’t touched nor tried to make his. A love he hadn’t poured on you.

“Y-yes…”

Peter carefully stepped inside the room, shutting the window behind him and taking off his mask – him being so comfortable doing it had to have something to do with Karen hacking the security cameras, you were more than positive about that.

“H-hey”, he waved nervously, taking a look around, the thought of you having to stay there on your own making him uncomfortable. Yes, he knew you were no longer in danger, but how could they leave you alone like that after what just happened?

“Hey.”

“Uhm…” He scratched the nape of his neck, chewing on his lips. “I wanted to bring you flowers”, he finally managed to say something coherent, immediately cursing himself for it. “B-but then I thought… you know…”

“It’s okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you confirmed, patting the mattress and scooting over a bit in a silent invitation. “They say I’m good now.”

“And what do you say?”, Peter insisted, sitting right next to you, maybe closer than needed. “Are you feeling good?”

You nodded, letting him take your hands in his, your past lies blatantly clear in every small wound his eyes were able to find. Guilt washed over him as he gently brushed his fingertips over them, wishing he could kiss the pain away, wishing that you would let him.

“I should’ve known”, he muttered.

“I’m a better liar than you think”, you joked, lightly bumping your forehead against his, causing him to let out a bitter chuckle. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You’re sorry?”, Peter echoed you in shock, barely dropping your hands. “You are apologising to me?”

“… for scaring you”, you repeated quietly, hanging your head low. “And lying to you.”

“You’re…” Frustrated and at loss for words, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Come here, you idiot” , he said then, opening his arms in resignation.

The simple gesture felt like a miraculous ointment on your soul and you let yourself fall into his tight embrace, nostalgia washing over you like a tsunami. Hiding your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled the fresh scent of his soap, discovering that even the coarse material of his suit rubbing onto your cheek and irritating your skin was something that you had deeply missed.

“You’re incredible, I swear”, Peter broke the silence, caressing your back in an improvised massage. “You’re lucky that I’m in love with you, or I would swing out of this room right after a sentence like that.”

You tensed up and he perceived that, but he didn’t let go of you.

“I don’t love MJ.”

“What?”, you hummed, keeping your face buried in his chest. It seemed so real, but you weren’t sure you could actually believe it. It would mean having to be vulnerable, coming out of your emotional trenches end exposing yourself to the wonderfully frightening possibility of being worthy of love.

Of Peter Parker’s love.

“I do not love her. I thought I did. I don’t.” He was speaking about it so calmly, like she truly represented nothing but a simple friend in his eyes.

It sounded to good to be true.

“Peter, you’re just saying this because–”

“Oh no, don’t you dare”, Peter stopped you with the most adorable pout. This time, it was him who squeezed your shoulders and pushed you back just enough to look into your eyes, forcing you to listen to him.

“I love you”, he declared firmly, leaving no space for misinterpretation.

Part of you wanted to look away in shame, but you didn’t. Appealing to all your courage, you held his golden-brown gaze, the mesmerizing warmth hitting you like it was the first time. Could you accept that light in your life?

“I've been an idiot not to realise it sooner”, Peter reprimanded his stupid past self. “And I know I showed it in a terrible way – probably the worst way possible –, a-and I hate that I almost had to lose you to understand it, but, I love you. I’m in love with you. You and only you, y/n.”

His eyebrows knit together, determination dripping from his tone. “And I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna repeat it to exhaustion if that’s what it takes to get it in that head of yours.”

He chocked on his own breath, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of you considering him an asshole. “Wait, no, I do care about what you have to say”, he tried to clarify. “Please do tell me what you have to say, that was just me being dramatic, please don’t think I don’t care, because I do, I care so much–”

“Peter.” You calling his name, combined with your fingertips touching his lips, effectively silenced him, and the poor guy stared back at you like a lost puppy, waiting for your verdict.

His hands descended onto your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt. You melted into his touch, dragging the pads your fingers along his chapped bottom lip. He mindlessly kissed them, making warmth spread along your cheeks and ears.

“… if it’s not you saying that you love me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

It took Peter a while to fully process what you just told him, the rejection he was expecting only worsening his discomfort, but when he did… oh Lord, his smile would’ve put the sun to shame.

There was nothing more beautiful in the whole universe than Peter’s joy, a mesmerizing spectacle you were incredibly grateful to be witnessing. It was like welcoming an entire sunrise in your being, a thousand little sparks blooming inside of your chest. What was once filled with deadly petals carrying your sorrow, was now blessed with the light of his love.

And there was no need to accept that light: it was already filling your heart and you had no intention of letting it go.

“Not even if it’s me saying how much I love you?”, he teased you, his breath tickling your fingertips, the hypnotizing movement of his mouth when those three last words left it a sight that would forever be engraved in your memory.

You pretended to ponder it. “I guess we can make an exception.”

Usually, words tended to lose their meaning when pronounced one too many times. But that didn’t happen to Peter Parker.

Because there could never be one too many times when the topic was his love for you.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! Let me know what you think, if you feel like it, I’d love to hear your thoughts 💜

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After care || Peter Parker

warnings: Slight smut, peter not giving the reader after care, moaning, fluff at end.

Summary: The reader and Peter have sex for the first time, however when Peter gets a message he leaves the reader straight after they had finished. Not realising that after care is important for the both of them rather than spider-man duties.

Haven’t read this over so could be mistakes?

“After we can cuddle and watch a movie”

He told you.

But why are you now crying in your bed, sore. He promised you that everything will be okay, and that he loves you….but now you feel utterly stupid. Stupid because you let the boy you have been in love with for ages take your virginity just to leave as soon as he pulled out.

Flashback

“Pete…that’s not gonna fit” You told your boyfriend, Peter. You finally had gotten intimate with him, but once you saw the size of his cock you got worried. You hadn’t ever seen a dick in real life, yeah you have seen boys dick pics but never in person. And Peter was really big.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll go slow” He rolled the condom on his dick, biting back a moan as the rubber rolled down onto his shaft. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure you wanted to do this right now, knowing you are a virgin.

“Yeah, please I need you” You whine, just wanting to feel him inside of you. By that answer he slowly pushed into your tight pussy, both of you moaning by the new pleasure. At first it hurt, luckily Peter didn’t move until you gave him the heads up. “Okay, m-move’ You tell him, him slowly thrusting into your cunt.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure making you let out moans. Sex filled your room, luckily your parents were away for the week. “F-fuck, faster” You scream out, Peter thrusting into you at a faster pace. It felt like heaven, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to help him with his thrusts. Your nails were digging into his back, making him moan louder.

“Baby you feel so good” He moaned into your ear his thrusts getting sloppy, you both knew you were not gonna last too long. “F-fuck, y/n i’m gonna cum” Peter thrusted more roughly, his hands gripping your waist a bit too tight than he tended to.

“F-fuck, s-slow d-“ You couldn’t tell him to slow down a little, it felt good but also started to hurt a little. “I’m g-gonna cum” You told him, your orgasms coming.

“Cum with me, doll” And with one more thrust you both came undone, screaming each others names. You felt the hot liquid burst into the condom, Peter riding you both out through your high, then collapsing on top of you.

After a few minutes, you were both breathless placing small kisses on each others lips. Peters cock still buried inside of you. “That was-“ Before you could finish your sentence, Peters phone rang. He picked it up, not pulling out just yet. You couldn’t hear the unknown person who had called him, but you saw Peters facial expression go a little panicked.

“I’ll be there” He spoke, ending the call and pulling his phone back on the side. Without saying a word to you, he quickly pulled out of you making a small whimper fall from your mouth, he didn’t hear though. Now you felt sore. Pulling the covers up, you watched as he frantically tried to find his clothes that were thrown around the room.

You sit up, confused. Was he leaving?

“Where are you going? Come cuddle” You told him, watching him put his jeans on and throwing his shirt over his head. He quickly slung his bag over his shoulder now turning to look at you.

“I gotta go babe. ummm May needs me home” He spoke quickly running out of your bedroom, you were about to call for him but you heard your front door slam shut. You slowly slid down your bed, the sinking feeling coming. Now you felt stupid, hurt and sore.

How could he literally just leave you?

You just had sex with him and not only did he pull our roughly, he also left. Normally you dreamed of this day for ages. Having sex for the first time, ending the day with cuddles and being there for each other. But in reality your boyfriend just left as his aunt needs him home?

May even told you herself that Peter could stay. She trusted you both as seventeen year olds. Tears slowly fell down your face, you slowly walked out of your bed, the pain in between your legs being a bitch. You jumped into the shower quickly, feeling disgusted. Disgusted as you should be with Peter in the shower right now, not alone crying in it.

Once showering and cleaning yourself, you got into a fresh pair of pjs. Brushing your hair, then going back into your bed, crying until you fell back to sleep.

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Now it’s the next day, you woke up late meaning you would have to walk into school late. First thing you did is get a glass of water, your throat was dry. You checked your phone, seeing no calls or messages from Peter. You was going to skip school today, however you have a test and luckily it’s Friday.

You threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, which is in fact Peters. Sighing, you walked through the school gates, not bothering to check in to let them know your late. It was currently 11, so your gonna have to walk through half of Chemistry.

“Y/n your late” Your teacher told you when you walked through the door, saying as if you hadn’t even noticed. Rolling your eyes, you take your normal seat next to Ned. He gives you a concerning look at first seeing your state. Bags under your eyes, no makeup, and you would always put a little bit of makeup on no matter what. Peter always told you that you never needed it. Lesson was over, everyone was going to lunch. You wasn’t looking forward to lunch, you would have to sit next to Peter.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” Peter smiled, taking a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He really doesn’t know how he made you feel when he left last night.

You nod in return, still upset and mad at him. You didn’t feel like eating your sandwich after the first few bites. You didn’t join in Neds or Peters conversation either you blocked them out. Until you heard that one voice of your best friend, MJ.

“What’s up Nerds, y/n” She smiled a little.

You quickly stood up throwing your bag on your shoulder, needing to spill everything to her. “I need to talk to you” Is all you say grabbing her hand the boys giving you both looks.

“Woah, okay calm down what’s up?” MJ asked once you had dragged her into an empty classroom. You paced up and down thinking whether you was being stupid, overthinking the whole situation.

“Peter and I had sex yesterday” You finally blurt out and her eyes widen, smirking. “Sex! Yes y/n, I mean finally you both have been dating for like a year now. How was it-it wasn’t good was it?” She said happy for you but your facial expression made her think different.

“No it was amazing, it felt so-okay sorry. But once we like finished he got a call and just left. Saying something about May needing him, but she told me he could stay. And once he left I felt disgusted as he literally left me after we did that. He took my virginity and leaves. I was so sore and I just needed him. He’s acting like nothing happened and-wait where you going” You ramble and she stands up leaving the classroom mad.

“Gonna knock some sense into that kid” MJ needed to sort this out, she loved you a lot, you both are best friends and she’s pissed at Peter for doing that to you. You out of all people.

“No no Mj!” You try call after her but she had already gone over to him at the table.

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Peter POV

“You and y/n had sex last night, wow” Ned found out the news his best friend had told him, them both doing their hand shake.

“It was the best” Peter smiled remembering the moments you had both experienced that night.

Ned proudly looked at his friend, “Was it awkward after or did you just both cuddle the rest of the night” He asked.

“Oh I had to leave. Spiderman duties” Peter said so obviously.

Ned’s eyes widen, “You just left. Peter are you dumb?!” He asked and Peter looked at him confused. “Bro she’s a virgin, you left her and she doesn’t know your spider-man. Haven’t you ever heard of after care?” “Well yeah, but I needed to help as there was a bank robbery” Peter said.

“She could’ve been sore after or wanted to be with you. You just left-“ Ned was cut off when MJ stormed over to Peter pushing him a little as she sat down next to him.

“Peter parker, give me one reason why I shouldn’t beat your ass right now!” MJ looked pissed, Peter looking confused by her out burst.

“Calm down. What’s your problem?”

“You. Your my problem! Do you know how stupid you made y/n feel! You should’ve not left, you should be there with your girlfriend after you both had sex. After care is important, are you not educated enough?!” Now Peter realised that he fucked up, he didn’t know how you felt. Him leaving made you feel like it was just a one time thing. Or worse, that he regretted it.

“Oh fuck” Peter muttered angry. Not at you, himself. Then the bell rang, he sees you turning the corner to get to your class, he went to catch up with you, you were gone.

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Peter messaged you after school asking if you could hang out. At first you wanted to lie and say you had plans, however you wanted to spend time with him. His house wasn’t that far away from yours, so the walk wasn’t too long. When you arrived at his house, He opened the door pulling you in for a big, long unexpected hug. Of course you hugged back, such a small gesture made you come back to reality of what happened that night, you pulled away. No words were exchanged at first, he pulled you through his house and into his bedroom. He gently pushed you onto his bed, making you fall down slowly.

“I’m not having sex again with you” You coldly say, Peter winced a little at the coldness. “No, no, no. Just stay here, I need to show you something” He told you, going over to his closet and pulling a bag out and something red and blue. “Close them pretty eyes” He smiled softly, you slowly close your eyes confused but listened.

You then felt the bed dip next to you, meaning Peter was sitting down beside you. You felt him place something on your lap, you waited till he told you to reopen your eyes. You was met with a red and blue outfit? No it wasn’t just any outfit, it was a red and blue suit. Spider-man suit. The new super hero that everyone has been going on about. You jump up, standing with the fabric still in your hands. You trace your thumb over the spider symbol. Now you piece it all together.

Peter is spider man.

Your boyfriend is Spider man.

Peter parker is Spiderman.

“Don’t freak out. If you wanna break up I understand. But I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you. If anyone knew you were my girlfriend they could come for you. And I love you so fucking much to let anything happen to you, pretty girl. It’s okay if you wanna break up” He sadly spoke, knowing what was coming.

However you didn’t break up with him, you didn’t shout at him, you didn’t even say anything. You practically tackled him into a big hug, both of you falling back into his bed. You wasn’t mad at all, maybe annoyed he didn’t tell you, but he did it for a good reason. You couldn’t believe that he was the Spider man. You couldn’t imagine what he could be going through with all of this going on.

“I’m not gonna break up with you silly” You finally say. “I’m not mad, this makes sense of why you cancelled some of our dates, or ditched me sometimes or even-“ your eyes widen. “Wait is that why you left me the other day when we-when we had sex?” You asked hoping it was the answer.

“Yeah” He tried not to look at you, he slowly sat up, you standing his lap, legs either side of his waist. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t realise, i’m so fucking stupid. I should’ve stayed and cuddled with you. I should’ve been their for you, I knew this was our first time and I messed it up. Please don’t feel stupid because of me. I loved every moment of what happened, I never regretted it. Fuck. I wanna do it again” He pushed a stand of hair behind your ear looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay. I was being silly really, just felt like you thought it was a one time thing.” You softly smile a small tear falling which he wiped away. “Your not silly, it’s my fault. I’m the stupid one, it’s not a one time thing I’m in this for the long run. I love you” He kissed your forehead.

“I love you more, spidey” You giggle as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

“Wanna cuddle and watch a movie? I have snacks in that bag” He smiles.

You look towards the bag then back to him in aws. “Can we just stay here for a little bit?” You ask just wanting to hug him in this position.

“Of course” He smiles as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving closer to his warmth.

Hope everyone has a nice christmas!

Sorry I didn’t post in a while, i’m on holiday right now.

[fandomkicks]

this changed my life.

[nekojetto]

Random Octoblin sketch !

Some sketch I forgot to post like always! The last one suppose to be a redraw from my first Octo post! 

I did a Uncle Mat’s multivers version of the aquarium date 👀 Mat is @lemonlennon​ ‘s OC! (He’s an Aunt may from another multivers) And This version of Otto is from an RP I do with Lemon! You can read the first part here

[funnyincorrectmcu]

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

[ddejavvu]

God I posted a whole ask and forgot to mention Peter's name 😭😭😭

Peter's biceps please 😭😭

come order something from the bakery!

biting peter's biceps

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Peter's thumb was moving on its own, his brain completely turned off as he stared at the screen of his phone. He hadn't taken in any details of the past five videos he'd watched, but his eyes were drooping, and his head was slumped so comfortably against the back of the couch that he couldn't bring himself to care. He felt a yawn stretch his jaw, his cheeks aching with the expression as he finally decided to put his phone down, hazy brain leading him to nestle further back into the couch cushions.

He let his eyes slip closed, only hearing the soft click of your nails against your own phone screen as you sat beside him. He didn't have the energy to care what you were typing, normally he'd peer nosily over your shoulder until you swatted him away, but he didn't think he could keep his eyes open any longer.

That is, until he felt a sharp pain in his arm, his eyes shooting open as he slid away from you on the couch. You were staring bashfully up at him, your lips stained with the same saliva that glistened on his skin.

He stared down at his arm in alarm, then back up at you, "Did you just bite me?"

"I'm gonna do it again," You mumbled, already grabbing his wrist and tugging him back across the couch. Peter let out an incredulous laugh, trying to wriggle his arm out of your grip and falling limp when you wrapped both of your hands around it to keep him steady.

"Hey!" He watched as you picked back up right where you'd left off, teeth digging softly into his skin, "I'm not a chew toy."

"Y'should stop being so beefy then," You grinned up at him, experimentally gnawing on his bicep and ignoring the soft hiss that escaped his lips, "Because I'm not stopping."

[psychedelic-ink]

hi miss sweetie! could i please get a 🐟 !

a fluffly+smutty (or just suggestive if u don’t have time lol) with peter parker where pete and reader r reuniting after a long time of not seeing eachother ? tysm 💞

all i ask.

pairing: tom!peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 404

warnings: vaginal s.ex, cumming on body

✨click here to join the 3k escapade (closed)✨

“You’ve been gone for so long,” 

“I know,” 

“I missed you,” 

“I missed you too,” 

Your mouth is dry. The air between the two of you is thick with bittersweet emotions and unspoken words. The corner of your eyes stings with salty tears, after so long the last thing you thought while heading to the door was to see Peter Parker at the other end of it. A soft smile spreads across his face and he takes a step closer, he notices the way your eyes widen, the way your lips quiver as he places his hand against your cheek. 

“Can I come inside?” he asks in a whisper, as if he’s afraid to scare you off. 

Averting your eyes, you nod and move out of the way. Peter follows you inside and as soon as the door closes, his lips are against yours, hungry for the taste of you. He presses you against the closed door, his hand wandering all over your body, fingertips dipping into every curve. You can’t help but moan his name as he strips you both out of your clothes. Your thighs tremble as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his, your breath hitches. His lips find the crook of your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. 

Peter’s hands slide between your bodies, he aligns his cock with your aching hole and pushes in. You’re ridiculously wet, he buries himself into you with one smooth thrust. Your breath stutters as he slams his hips with hard, fast and precise movements. Peter’s groaning into your neck, spit dribbling down his mouth, his cock throbbing deep inside. You claw at his back, moans tearing from your throat with every languid thrust. He feels so good, his cock feels so good, you’ve missed him– Missed feeling him deep inside. Heat pools between your legs, your cunt clamping around his cock as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the walls. 

Your body spasms as you come, slick dripping down your thighs, a string of moans and curses leaving your damp lips. Groaning, Pater quickly pulls out, cumming immediately as he grinds against your stomach. A hiss at the sensation of something hot coating your skin, he drowns out the noises you make with a kiss and begins to carry you towards the bedroom. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rasps. “I’m going to cherish you till morning.”  

[thebasementgirl]

Istp x Enfp dynamic

Friends: Andrew!Peter and Tom!Peter

Lovers: Jack and Ennis

Enemies: Hades and Megara

[reese-tasteslikepepsicola]

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Naked part 2

! READ PART 1. Link down at the very end of this post <3 !

Summary: After Peter sees you naked, he cant stop thinking about it, it’s the only thing he can think about.

Warnings: Peter is a charming loser Mentions of reader being curvy (Srry I’m giving my curvy girls love), kinda smutty but not? Kissing, groping, alcohol consumption. Based on New Girl <3

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Peter lays on his bed, his head wondering to the night before.

Your naked body remains imprinted in his head like a picture, he can remember every detail about.

Your curves, your breasts that he would’ve respectfully grabbed if you let him—if Lauren wasn’t there watching in horror, and your cute ass.

If you told him to get on his knees, kiss your ankles and go down on you, he would do it in an instant—if Lauren wasn’t there.

Peter came to the conclusion at that very moment that he wanted—needed you in his arms at all times.

He didn’t want to just have sex, he wanted to be your boyfriend and treat you like how you should be treated.

Anytime you crossed his mind, his face would heat up and he’d start smiling and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl—it was pissing him off.

You guys always made it clear that you enjoyed being friends and taunting each other for fun.

You both argue too much and are constantly at each other’s throats, something romantic could never happen…right?

You hadn’t spoken to him since you…flashed him with Lauren being there. You were too embarrassed to leave your room after that, refusing to leave your room until Lauren had left and broke contact with Peter.

Deciding to swallow down your worry and embarrassment, you hesitantly knocked on Peter’s door,

“Come in!” Opening the door, you slapped your hand on your closed eyes,

“You don’t have to cover your eyes, y/n. I told you to come in” Peter stated, pretending to be annoyed at your presence even though he was actually waiting for you to come talk to him since the incident,

“Sorry! Just thought we’ve both seen enough nudity these past couple of days” Peter let out a chuckle and nodded, sitting at the edge of his bed with his arms crossed and his legs man spreading, looking up at you,

“I came in here to um—talk?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Talk?” You nodded and whistled, looking around his room awkwardly,

“Yep!” He sat there, waiting for you to say something, his head cockily tilting to the side,

“Your probably wondering why I was laying naked on the floor in your bedroom last night” You said.

He nodded and pursed his lips, hiding a smile,

“You cock blocked me and scared away a poor, innocent girl” He said, laughing. Rolling your eyes, you slapped his chest,

“I know! I feel so bad. She’ll forever know me as the scary naked girl who was hiding in her sneaky link’s bedroom” He shook his head and laughed again,

“I was trying to make it even between us, y’know? I saw your naked body, and I’ll show you my naked body!” You explained. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed,

“Yeah, I get why you did that. Why’d you have to do it when Lauren was coming over, though?” He teased, smirking up at you. You scoffed and shoved him by the forehead,

“I didn’t know she was coming over! You could’ve given the group chat a heads up!” He nodded and stared at the ground,

“So, did you like…see my, y’know…kitty cooter?” You asked awkwardly, poking at his shoulder with a grin.

He cringed and groaned at the word you used,

“I did! I saw everything. Also—kitty cooter? Just call it a vagina at that point” It was your turn to cringe and groan,

“Ew! The word ‘vagina’ sounds absolutely terrible coming out of your mouth, Parker. Never use that word around me again” He scoffed and threw his hands up in defence,

“Geez! Sorry for calling it the scientifically correct name. Never use ‘kitty cooter’ around me again, alright?”

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“Since when did you have friends that weren’t me?” Peter asked Ned, as he glanced around the loft that was filled with at least thirteen people,

“I can have friends that aren’t just you. Surprise!” Ned said, scoffing,

“You could’ve asked y/n, Mj and I that you were going to throw a fucking party, dude” He shrugged and grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing it to Peter,

“Didn’t know I had to ask for permission, Daddy” Peter scrunched up his face and took a swig of the beer,

“Whatever” He leaned against the fridge and continued sipping it, starting to wonder where you and Mj were,

“What the hell?!” There you were.

You and Mj had shopping bags in your hands, struggling to hold them all as you scanned the loft full of people in annoyance,

“Who let humans in our loft!” Mj yelled over the music, catching your shoulder with her free hand when you began to lose balance in your steps,

“Let me help” Peter jogged over to you both and grabbed some of the bags,

“Did you invite these people, here? I thought we were your only friends, Parker” You said. He rolled his eyes and slung your purse over his shoulder with sass,

“I didn’t know about this party, either. Ned invited them without telling us” Mj groaned and dropped the bags on the floor,

“I hate it here. I’m going to my room and not coming out until these people leave” She walked away down the hall to her bedroom. You began following along behind her,

“I’m doing the same” Peter trailed behind you like a lost puppy, now holding every single bag you brought home. Getting into your room, you shut the door and pointed to your bed,

“Put the bags there, Bug-boy” He tossed the bags,

“Gently!” You shoved him out the way and double checked that nothing in them broke,

“You’re welcome, Princess” Peter scoffed, sitting down in your fluffy pink chair, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head.

You turned around to face him and almost gasped as his happy trail was showing from where his shirt lifted up. Your attention then focused to how his big muscles flexed through his white shirt.

Jesus Christ.

“So…big” You mumbled as you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow,

“What was that?” Your eyes widened,

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything! Shut up the fuck up” He snorted and ran a hand through his hair,

“Where’d you and Mj go today?” He asked, now manspreading.

Can he stop sitting like a bitch, for fuck sake?

“Uh—we went to Sephora, Walmart, the food court and Victoria Secret. When we were at Victoria Secret this old lady called me a whore for looking at this lingerie set that looked like two tiny triangles and a string of floss” You rolled your eyes at the memory.

He laughed and stood up, walking over to you,

“Aw, that sucks. Old people, am I right?” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug. You froze before nuzzling into his arms, sighing contently with your eyes closed, sniffing his armpit,

“Did you just sniff my armpit?” He asked. You could hear a smile in his voice,

“Pffttt—no, I’m not weird” He smirked and hugged tighter, his bicep now completely covering your face.

Is he doing this on purpose?

“You are pretty weird” You hummed to what he said, not recalling paying attention to anything but him.

“Never let go” The words left your mouth before you could really stop them,

“What?”

“What?”

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“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” Everyone chanted as you and Peter were seeing who could chug down a beer faster. You managed to finish first which had everybody cheering and a couple of people ruffling your hair,

“Lick me, Parker!” You yelled, shoving his shoulder. Peter groaned and tossed the can away,

“I wish” He whispered to himself, but smiling as he watched you awkwardly dance in victory to the Pitbull song playing,

“Let’s play a game!” Ned yelled, drunkenly slinging an arm around your shoulder.

-

“We close our eyes and hold up a number on our fingers, and then on the count of three we open our eyes. Whoever is holding up the same number has to kiss!”

You and Ned sat next to each other while Peter sat across from you, next to a girl named Emily while she sat across from Ned.

Everyone was slowly starting to form little groups, playing different games together since it was still early in the night. You and Peter somehow got roped into playing this stupid game together,

“What are we, twelve?! This game is so stupid” You complained. Peter nodded along to what you were saying,

“Exactly! Also, Ned, I’m not kissing you if we hold up the same number” Ned scoffed,

“Why are you acting like we’ve never made out, before, Peter?” You looked at the both of them confused,

“Wait—

“We never kissed! Anyways, I’m only gonna play if y/n plays” He said, shrugging and staring you down nonchalantly. You squinted your eyes at him and looked over at Emily and asked,

“You playing?” She shrugged and then nodded,

“Okay, cool. I’m playing, then” Peter smiled and leaned forward so that his face was only inches from your’s,

“Damn. I guess I’m playing as well” Your breath hitched at his low tone,

“Yep! I’m playing, too” You repeated, mentally slapping yourself at your weird behaviour,

“Right. I’m gonna play, yep” He said back, now both of you becoming awkward once you guys realized how close your faces were,

“Ahem!” Emily cleared her throat in annoyance, breaking you guys out of your odd, repetitive conversation,

“Everybody shut your eyes, please!” You all did so before Ned began to count,

“Alright, open your eyes” Emily and Ned both had two fingers held up,

“Sweet!” He whispered under his breath before leaning in to kiss Emily.

Peter couldn’t hide his discouraged self when he opened his eyes to see that you both were holding up different.

After two more rounds of just Ned and Emily holding up the same number every time, Peter was getting fed up,

“I’m getting tired of watching you guys kiss, y’know” He said, still staring at you. In fact, he hadn’t stopped staring at you this whole game, this whole night,

“Honestly, me too. At this point, I’ll kiss anyone!” You stated, staring at everybody who was in the room, except for Peter himself. He couldn’t help but frown at that, now feeling like his feelings were one-sided,

“Fine! One more round, okay?” Ned said, closing his eyes and starting to count down to three,

“Open your eyes!” Coincidentally, you and Peter were both holding up four fingers. His heart sped up as he began to blush, but his face fell when he heard your groan and throw your head back,

“No way! I’m not kissing him!” He began to become defensive now, his way of hiding his hurt feelings,

“Well, I don’t want to kiss you either, y/l/n! And by the way, you said you’d kiss anyone!” You rolled your eyes and stood up,

“Whatever! Goodnight” Peter stood up as well in a hurry,

“Goodnight, as well!” He began to trail behind you as you made your way to the hallways to your bedroom,

“Why are you following me?!” You yelled, turning around and flailing your arms,

“I don’t know!?” He yelled back as you guys made your way to your room, the door being slammed shut by Peter,

“Why are you in my room!?”

“I don’t know!?”

You both stood there, simply staring at each other with squinted eyes,

“I didn’t even want to join the party. I just wanted to watch a movie and go to bed ” you mumbled, sighing heavily and sitting on the floor at the foot of your bed, leaning your back against it.

Peter did the same, sitting next to you, his head falling back against the frame,

“Damn. I wanted to invite Lauren over” You whipped your head around to look at him with a scowl, to end up seeing that he was grinning and looking at you already.

He was teasing you.

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder,

“Not funny, Peter” He doesn’t know why, but the way his name rolled off your tongue had his spidey-senses tingling, his ‘Peter-tingle’ is what May would call it.

An awkward silence fell between you both. There had been many awkward silences since the ‘incident’ a couple of days ago. You guys saw each other naked for god’s sake! That would make any roommates and friends feel awkward for a bit, but it was coming up on a week that you and Peter had that unresolved tension.

Almost like you were reading his mind, you started to speak,

“There’s this weird feeling between us” He glanced over at you and pursed his lips,

“I kinda miss the old us, y’know? The us before we saw each other naked and vulnerable” You let out a small giggle at the end of your sentence. He smiled and scratched his eyebrow while nodding,

“No—yeah, I get what you’re saying” You leaned your head on his shoulder, catching him by surprise,

“I just thought that if I showed you my naked-self back it’d make things less awkward and have everything go back to being—normal?” He let go of a long breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and leaned his cheek on top of your head,

“It did kind of take away my embarrassment…but—

He cut himself and bit his lip,

“But, what?” He puffed out his cheeks and and rubbed his chin.

Just say how you feel, Peter.

“It took away my embarrassment but—it also made me feel things?” You grew confused and raised your head from his shoulder to look at him,

“Feel things?” He looked down in shyness,

“Like—I couldn’t get you off my mind after I saw you in my room…naked” Your face became hot to the touch at his words,

“Not just your naked body, by the way! You’re so much more than your body! What I mean is that—

“Everybody is leaving!” Ned swung the door open, cutting Peter off,

“Oh! Finally” you quickly stood up and sprinted out the room, leaving Peter there to sulk on your bedroom floor,

“You gonna come and say goodbye?” Ned questioned, giving the Spider-boy a weird look,

“Just leave me alone to die”

“Um—okay. What an odd thing to say”

-

After saying goodbye and doing your nighttime routine in the bathroom, you made your way to your bedroom to find that Peter was no longer in there,

“What a weird night” You whispered to yourself, flopping down on your bed.

You started to think about what Peter had said before, about not being able to stop thinking about your naked body.

The way he said it, in such a nervous but charming way, had you clenching your legs together while replaying it in your head. Did you really have that much of an effect on his mind? Did he like you?

I mean, he did say it wasn’t just your body that he was thinking about. What would he have said if Ned didn’t open the door?

Meanwhile, Peter was in his room at his desk with his head in his hands, his head running wild with thoughts as well,

“You’re so stupid, Peter. You should’ve never said anything to her in the first place” His foot tapped on the ground anxiously, trying to decide if he should never talk to you again (which he knew was not possible and too dramatic), or if he should walk across the hall to your room and tell you everything he has been feeling.

-

Needing a distraction, you felt around for your phone on your bed, to your end table, and then groaned in annoyance when you remembered you forgot it in the bathroom,

“My god!” You lazily got out of bed and went to the bathroom, grabbed your phone, and started the seemingly endless walk back to your room,

“Holy shit!” You screamed in fear, placing a hand on your chest.

There stood Peter in the hallway,

“Sorry! It’s just me! It’s Peter!” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead,

“Yeah, I know it’s you. Just—why are you standing like slenderman in the middle of the hallway?” He glared at you and ran a hand through his hair,

“I wanted to talk to you but, you look tired and annoyed so, I’ll just let you go to sleep, or whatever” You straightened your back and blinked, your heartbeat beginning to beat rapidly at his words,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

Peter could sense your heartbeat deep in his ears and a smell that he couldn’t really put a name on, but he liked it, and he knew it meant you were excited. It’s times like these where he’s happy that he is spider-Man. The hairs on his neck stood up as he stepped a little closer to you,

“Your heart is beating really fast” He started to feel cocky as he watched you look down to avoid looking into his face, and how the smell of your arousal was becoming more intense. He placed his hand on your chest,

“Peter” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Yeah?” You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked to the side,

“Your hand is on my boob. That is not my heart” His eyes widened as his cocky demeanour disappeared. He went to snatch his hand away, but to both of your guy’s embarrassment, his hand remained stuck to you,

“Um—

He tried taking it off again,

“I’m starting to think this is not your spider-ness, or whatever. I think you just wanted an excuse to keep your hand on my boob forever” His eyes bulged out of his head and continued to try and take his hand off,

“I did not do it on purpose! I’m sticky! It’s apart of me!” You slapped a hand on your forehead, and grabbed his wrist to make him stop pulling,

“Stop! Rip my shirt off” His face flushed at your words,

“I’m—what?”

“You heard me. You’ve already seen me naked, so just rip it off and we can—talk?” He nervously chuckled at your words,

“Are you sure? Cause—

“Peter”

“Okay, sorry! I’ll just—

A loud tearing sound could be heard,

“Wow”

He stared at your chest, suddenly getting déjà vu, but this time you were wearing a pretty white bra that had a small bow in the front instead of being completely naked.

You crossed your arms over your chest,

“Are we gonna talk, or?” You trailed off, whispering and looking up into his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath and looked into your eyes as well,

“I, uh—we still haven’t kissed. We held up the same number, remember?” He said, walking so close to you that your back was almost against the wall.

Your ripped shirt that was still hanging from his hand finally detached, plopping onto the floor at your feet,

“Peter?” You whispered, biting your lip,

“Fuck” Peter grabbed your bare waist and pressed his lips onto your’s, a surprised gasp coming from you. You placed your arms on his shoulders and practically melted into him.

He felt relief when you didn’t pull away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging, grinding into him desperately. Remembering that you were still a human who has to breathe, you pulled away and took a deep, shaky breath, Peter as well. You glanced into each other’s eyes, chest moving rapidly,

“I like you” He whispered, gulping. You grinned and pull him back in by his face to your lips. His hands were now experimenting, rubbing your lower back, the straps of your bra, and then your breasts. He let out a high pitch pathetic moan when he squeezed them,

“I cant believe I’m squeezing your boobs right now” you snorted against his lips at his loser-like way of saying it.

You let out a gasp when he unexpectedly picked you up bridal style like you weighed nothing, his super-human strength causing your mind to lead to very sinful thoughts,

“I think it’s so hot your spider-man—and so, strong” You blurted out, staring up at his brown eyes as he kicked your bedroom door open. He smirked at that and gently laid you down on your bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and shrugged, flexing his biceps (on purpose),

“Thanks. I can lift cars and buildings, too. S’like, no big deal or whatever” He looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his neck,

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna like—come here and have sex with me— or?”

“Right! Shit, yeah! Um—

He took his shirt off, hurriedly pulled down his pants and let out an embarrassing girl-ish scream when he tripped over his pants and fell on the ground with a loud thud,

“Oh my god! Peter, are okay?!” His head popped up,

“Yep! Totally good! Don’t even worry about!”

He dove on the bed and made himself comfortable between your legs, making you giggle at his enthusiasm. You guys went back to making out, his kisses beginning to trail to your neck, shoulder, breasts, and stomach. He slowly slid your pyjama shorts down your legs and tossed them behind him. He placed a hand on your boob and the other in your underwear,

“Oh! Peter!” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Wow, barely touched you and your already screaming my name” You screamed his name again and pointed to the window,

“No, Peter! You threw my new expensive shorts out the window!”

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END

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Author: I cut my bangs too short so now I’m going to class everyday with these short fuck-ass bangs

Here’s part 1 down below

[ameliora-j]

SPIDERMAN ON SCREEN TOM HOLLAND BITCH HE’S SO FUCKING SEXY I WANT HIS COCK IN MY FUCKING MOUTH SO BAD I KNOW IT’S BIG!!!!

[bugboysgf]

Jealousy,Jealousy Pt.2

AN: Okay so like, i'm sorry for disappearing but i promised myself this year i would write more, so i swear i won't take another three months to write again. I saw someone ask for part two so enjoy :)     ( I wrote this in like 40 mins so sorry for all the errors.)

summary: Peter likes Liz, but you can't shake this feeling that he might feel something for you. (repost)

Peter knew what he did was wrong and he wanted to fix it but he didnt know how. You were a  stubborn person .He couldn't have gone to Ned for help because everytime Ned gave him advice. It always backfires so he was going to say the only girl that wasn’t mad at him for advice.

Peter walked into the living room feeling super tired, all night he was wondering how he could make it up to you.

“Hey peter, your up early.” May said as Peter sat down at the table. “You want some coffee?”

“Yes please,” Peter said in a tired voice. May smiled at him and grabbed a cup from out of the cabinet. 

“You're never up this early, what's going on?” she said putting the mug down.

Peter takes a long sip and shakes his head “nothing”

She gave him a ‘Yea sure” look “Come on peter i know you..what's up.”

Peter didn't know how to explain what happened but he knew that may was the only girl that could help him. “ I messed up at the party.”

“Did you get into a fight?” May asked. 

“No, like with a girl,” Peter explains. 

“With Liz? Listen Peter i don't really like her she gives me bad v-”

“No not with Liz!”  He cuts her off  “with y/n.” 

“Y/n? What did you do Peter” May says in a worried tone, she liked you so the idea of him messing up with you caused her to worry. 

“I kissed Liz infront of her.” Peter grits his teeth out of a cringe . He hates thinking about how dirty he did you. He wishes he could go back and change everything.

“Why on earth did you do that? You told me you liked her.” “I do” peter defend himself “but it was a dare, i was asked to kiss the prettiest girl in the room and i choose liz because what if y/n didn't like me, then i would have lost a friend that night.” he explains 

“Come on Peter, I told you she likes you it's so obvious , go to school and fix the mess you caused.”

“But how?”

“Figure it out!” May wanted to help him but he had to learn how to deal with this on his own.

—

You knew that you had to face Peter but you didn't want to. The whole weekend ,every time you thought about Friday night, it brought you to tears. You didn't know why though, it could've been the fact that your crush kissed the girl that you despise in front of you or because you were so vulnerable with Peter, you cried to him and it was something that you've never done before. And for him to just sit there and look at you without saying a word made it worse.

“Hey” Mj said to you as you guys walked into school.

“Oh hi, what's up?” you said without a care in the world, you didn't want her to know that you were hurting from what happened but to her it was all written over your face.

“Oh well i don't know… you tell me” she said in a sarcastic tone “texted you all weekend with no response. You left the party without saying bye.” “It's not like you don't have my location, you knew where I was.” you rolled your eyes.

“Come on y/n i know what Peter did is bothering you.” she said, turning her  unlock to her locker.

“Well of course it is like-” you opened your locker and a rose and card fell out. You look at Mj “what the hell?” you say confused you pick up the rose and card from off the floor. “Im sorry please forgive me- peter” you read the note out loud.

You look in the way that Peter's locker is in just to catch him staring at you with a smile on his face. You gave him a forced smile and started to walk up to him.

“Yes the plan worked.” he says to himself still smiling, his smile dropped when he watched you walk right past him and throw the rose and card in the trash. Maybe his plan didn't work after all

—

You managed to make it to lunch and avoid talking to Peter, you had mostly every class with him so that was impressive on your part. Now it was time for lunch. Mj had electives so she couldn't join you so you sat alone, most of your friends had their own little group but now that you weren't talking to Peter the group was disconnected you knew Ned was going to take his best friend's side even if he was wrong.

Peter saw you sitting alone, he could tell something was bothering you and he knew it was his fault. Every second that he went without talking to you seemed like torture and he had to fix it. He didn't care if you shooed him away because he would just try again. He excused himself at the table he was sitting at and made his way over to your table.

You were so out of it that you didn't even see him approaching you. He sat down and you looked at him with a dull expression on your face. It made him question if he should be even doing this. 

“Please forgive me” you looked at him and didn't say a word. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“You didn't” you say.

“I didn't?.” peter says relieved

“No, like I said before you just made everything clear. I was just blind i see.”  you said. Peter didn't say a word. “See you didnt change! You're doing the same silent thing you did at the party.”

Every second Peter goes with saying a word, he can feel you slipping away but it couldn't form the words to even explain how sorry he felt.

“I'm going to go,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

“I like you” he blurts out.

“What?” you said.

“I like you.” he says again without hesitation.

“No,” you shake your head. “You like Liz.”

“I- i don't…i like you.”

“You don't have to say that to make me feel better….What about the other girl?” it was hard for you to believe what peter was saying, yes you wanted him to like you but why couldn't he just have told you at the party.

“The other girl was you. I chose to like Liz because I thought there was no way you could have liked me, then at the party you confessed to liking me so ....”

“Oh” was all you could say, you smiled to yourself taking in the information that Peter just told you. “Are you sure?” you wanted to make sure you aren't dreaming.

“Yes, I'm sure,” he says, smiling. “Do you forgive me?” 

“Only if you forgive me for acting weird.”

“Of course…do you think it's too soon to ask you on a date?”

“No, never too soon” you laughed 

“Okay… so olive garden after school?” he asked.

“How could  I say no to the olive garden?”

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I love your tom Holland x daughter imagine, could you please do another where y/n throws a tantrum and like starts hitting everyone and then hurting herself? And Tom calms her down? X

Tantrums || Tom holland x daughter

I’m backkk, sorry I took a bit of a break due to my mental health. I just needed to have a break from writing and try to sort myself out. But i’m back again writing, enjoy :) <3 P.s this is such bad writing and it’s short.

Also there’s something wrong with my master list can anyone help?

Summary: Toms daughter, Y/n, throws a very bad tantrum and started to throw things and hurt everyone. Then when Tom walks in he sees her trying to hurt her self so he takes her away to calm her down and speak to his daughter.

Y/n could come very angry easily, the most littlest things could stress her out and she could become angry. Of course she was still only young, at the age of 5. She was still learning right from wrong. Most of the times Toms mother, Nikki was with Y/n when he was away, so she took care of the little holland even during her bad times. Tom had been there too, he’s seen her fits and has always calmed her down.

However, recently y/n has been becoming a bit too violent when she becomes angry or distraught. Toms brothers were always the ones to become the target of the little girls attacks. Why? No one could tell, maybe because they reminded her of her dad. She really missed him a lot.

The holland brothers (minus Tom), were sitting in the living room one day. Them all messing around playing with y/n who seemed to be enjoying their company. When suddenly Harry’s phone started to ring, him picking it up as everyone became quiet as his answered his phone.

“Oh, hey Tom. You alright, mate?” Harry spoke, the girls head perking up at the sound of her dads name. “Daddy?” She said, only to be shushed by Paddy as Harry was talking to Tom. Y/n sent him a glare, not knowing why her dad was calling her uncle.

“Alright, yeah. Nah she’s just playing with her toys. Yes, she’s had lunch.” Harry chuckled at his brothers worried questions.

The truth was is that Tom was nearly home. He was in fact in Harrison’s car, his best friend who had picked him up from the airport. Tom normally wanted to talk to his daughter, but he wanted to surprise her in person to hear her voice and see her beautiful cute face.

“Daddy!” Was shouted from the phone as y/n sat next to Harry, doing grabby hands so she could speak to Tom. “Pleaseee” she asked nicely, trying not to lose her cool.

Harry shook his head saying his goodbyes to his oldest brother, trying not to give the surprise away. “See you in a few weeks, Tom, bye” He ended the call, placing his phone on the side.

Y/n looked at her uncle angry, she had asked him nicely to speak to her dad. She got off the couch going to Harry’s phone and taking it. “Hey, y/n, give me the phone please” He asked putting his hand out.

“No! I wanted to speak to daddy” She whined, stomping her feet loudly.

“Sweetheart, he’s busy he’s at work” That nick name was the name her dad would call her too, so it sent something to the 5 year olds brain.

“I DONT CARE! Call him” Y/n threw the phone at Harry, demanding to speak to her dad.

“Y/n we don’t throw things” Sam raised his voice, they were all used to this. Y/n always got mad and threw things, she didn’t mean to of course, but she never really learnt from her mistakes.

The girls eyes welled with tears, it had been two whole days since she’s heard his voice. The voice that she loved the most. The voice that would read her a book till she fell asleep. That voice was Toms. “Let me speak to him!” She screamed.

Paddy sighed, walking out of the room knowing a tantrum was due to break out. Normally the boys try to deal with it, but instead he went to get his mum. When Nikki walked in minutes later, she saw y/n about to throw one of her dolls at Sam.

“Y/n, honey. We don’t throw things-“ Just as she said that the girl threw the doll at Sam, it missing and hitting the wall behind him. Sam did say something to set her off.

Sam grabbed the little girls hands as she punched him, trying to calm her down as she screamed and cried. “Hey, hey. Come on you know your not allowed to hit people” He tried to soothe her down but that didn’t work.

Nikki walked over, placing a hand on the small back of y/n’s. Touch was the thing she didn’t need from them right now. Y/n turned around and slapped Nikki’s hand off her, it becoming a surprise to them all. Y/n loved her Nan the most, she would never hit her or get mad. Normally she would love her touch and run into her arms.

“Y/n you need to calm down” Nikki said softly, the girl walking away from them a little as she kicked another toy that laid on the floor. That’s when y/n brought her right hand to her face, slapping it harshly. Nikki gasped, not liking the way she slapped her face.

No one heard the front door open, or the call that Tom shouted to tell everyone he was here. What he expected was his little girl to come running along happily, not to hear loud cried from the living room. He placed his bags down, Harrison trailing behind him.

Then he saw his daughter, she was slapping herself and he flinches at every time she done it. Nikki was crouched down trying to stop the sobbing girl, but it was no use.

“Hey, hey” Tom ran into the room, his brothers and mother relived that he was finally hear. Nikki backed away, letting her oldest son step in to soothe his daughter.

“Go away!” Y/n shouted, delivering another slap to her face, again. Toms eyes softened, him grabbing her hands slowly, rubbing them soothingly.

“It’s daddy, i’m right here, sweetheart” Her eyes open instantly, there he appeared. The face she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever for her. It had been nearly two whole months without feeling his comfort.

“Daddy?” She cried as she fell into his body, hugging him tightly.

“Yes, it’s me” Tom tried not to cry, he didn’t like it when she became like this all sad and angry. Tom picked her small body up, her face still crying in his neck. He looked over to his family, smiling gratefully at them, the boys nodding for him to take her somewhere more quiet.

Walking up the stairs, he played with y/n’s hair hearing her cries go to tiny sniffles. He went into his room, closing the door behind him. Sitting on the bed he went to move the girl but she only held onto him tighter. “No!” She whined.

“I’m here, i’m not gonna leave” He laid onto his made bed, laying her on his chest so she can hear his heart beat. After ten minutes y/n had calmed down, she looked up at Tom who was jet lagged.

“I’m sorry, daddy” She sat up a little onto his chest, “I didn’t mean to hurt uncle harry or sammy” Y/n honestly told him.

“I know, baby. But you can’t hit people, not your family who love you so much. And you most definitely shouldn’t hurt yourself” He wiped away the last tears that fell, cradling her face that she leaned into.

“I just missed you, and Harry wouldn’t let me twlk to you” She sighed, Toms heart breaking.

“It’s okay. It’s done and over with, we just move on from it. That was my fault, I told your uncles that I wanted to surprise you. I love you so much okay, so so much” He brought her back into a hug, kissing her head.

“I love you too, daddy”

“Wanna go apologise to the others? I’ve also got you a present” That made her eyes widen, excited to see what he had got her, but also to say sorry to her family.

“YES! Yess!”

This is shit.