#tom!peter x reader

[spider-stark]

INFINITELY YOU

part two // crullers & constants

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 4.2k

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name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker

Peter Pan Donuts is a sacred place. 

Or, rather, it was a sacred place—and walking back into the shop now felt awfully strange. 

Back when you and Peter first started high school, it had become a tradition to end every Friday with one of the renowned pastry shop’s legendary frosted crullers. You considered it a well-deserved reward for surviving another week of more drama than either of you could stomach, thankful that the weekend was finally upon you and that you could finally breathe without inhaling the reek of the unwashed teenage boys that lined the halls of Midtown. 

Peter Pan’s quickly became a haven. A safe place where the two of you could tuck yourselves away at the end of the bar, talking for hours about the teachers you hated and the bullies you hoped would fall from the face of the Earth. There was nothing that you couldn’t talk about, no secrets kept between you and Peter. 

Or, at least, none that mattered. 

But things changed as time passed, as they so often do. 

It started with the inclusion of Ned. You didn’t particularly mind his presence, even if the conversations had begun to shift towards less intimate topics, focusing instead on movies that you all wanted to see or upcoming video games that you would all try to play. 

Then came the inclusion of Mj a few months later, after she landed a job at the shop. That was when everything truly changed—when it was no longer you and Peter tucked away at the bar, but you and Ned, left to pick at your food and watch as Peter leaned across the front counter and talked to Mj over her shift. 

After a few months of testing every donut on the menu with Ned, you stopped going altogether. 

And Peter never even asked why. 

“I was surprised to see you texted me,” you quip as you slid onto the free barstool, “what happened to not wanting me to get involved?” 

Peter exhales sharply through his nose, and even though his eyes are glued to his phone, you can tell that he was already regretting asking you to meet him here. “I already told you that what I want doesn’t matter.” 

And how true that must have been. 

There had been nothing kind about his text to you this morning, although there was nothing inherently rude about it either, you supposed. It was simple—meet me at Peter Pan’s asap, need 2 talk—but you could almost sense the begrudging nature with which he had typed it. And, sitting next to him now, you could almost feel it, too. 

He didn’t want you here, even if he had been the one to invite you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to involve you at all—especially so soon. What had changed in a single night? 

Sitting on the barstool to your left, Parker pops his lips. “Well this is fun. I’m not at all uncomfortable right now.” 

You turned towards him, acknowledging just how different he looked in the civilian clothes that he donned in place of his suit—black jeans that certainly looked worse for wear and an old Ramone’s t-shirt that you immediately recognized as yours. Oversized on you, the short sleeves clung rather tightly to his well-muscled arms. Did he seriously go through your stuff?! 

 “Why are you even here?” You ask, perhaps a little sharper than necessary. You weren’t angry that he had gone sifting through the armoire in the spare bedroom, especially since he couldn’t just parade around as Spider-Man all of the time. But he could’ve at least asked. “Shouldn’t one of you be busy patrolling?” 

It was hard to tell if the offense on his face was real or feigned, but you didn’t care much either way. “Peter wanted answers about my world, I wanted food,” he shrugs, gesturing at the crème-filled donut in front of him. “And Peter 2’s handling patrol.” 

Peter 2—you had almost forgotten about him, the version of Peter that hadn’t wanted to come with Ned and Mj to your apartment last night. As far as you could tell when you woke up this morning, he hadn’t shown up in the middle of the night, either—no trace of Parker or anyone else when you had finally stumbled out of your room to get ready after reading the text from Peter. 

You didn’t figure it was really your business where the mystery Peter was, but you were a little surprised to hear that he was still out patrolling. Was he not exhausted?  

“Ametaur move getting crème-filled,” you tell him, ignoring everything he said. “Should’ve gone with the frosted vanilla cruller, it’s way better.” 

“No way,” he gapes, grabbing the half-eaten pastry and shaking it for emphasis as he said, “this is god-tier, alright? No way anything’s topping it.” 

The expression on his face was actually hilarious, his brown doe eyes alight with pure euphoria as he took another bite of the donut. An exaggerated moan slipped his lips, coated with bits of sugar and crème. It was hard not to laugh at him, especially when you knew that was probably his goal—to combat the evident tension between you and Peter. 

Chuckling, you lift your hands in mock defense. “Suit yourself, Parker. But if you ever wanna experience true pleasure, then you know what to order.” 

Parker looks as if he's about to continue his borderline-lustful tangent about the donut, but Peter spoke up instead, his attention snagging on the name you used. 

“Parker?” He echoes in disbelief, letting his phone clatter against the bar. 

Peter’s sudden resurgence to the real world left Parker silent, sinking back against his stool and taking another bite. 

“What?” Your brow arches, your voice laced with incredulity. “Did you really think I’d keep calling him Peter 2? No offense to Ned, but everything about that feels stupid.” 

Peter’s eyes narrow, coupled with a subtle shake of his head that indicates he doesn't care nearly enough to have this conversation right now. 

You didn’t care much either, and so you steered the conversation in a more productive direction. “So what is this grand plan of yours?” You ask with a somewhat sarcastic lilt. “And where do I fit into it?” 

Another huff of breath escaped his nostrils. “We don’t even have a plan. Not yet,” he reluctantly admits. “But I tried talking to Doctor Strange last night, to see if he had some sort of magical spell or something that would let us go back and fix all of this.” 

Your lips press together, nibbling on the skin and pretending you didn’t notice the hidden meaning behind his words. He hadn’t just gone to Doctor Strange to find a way to get rid of the villains now lurking in your world, because if he had, then he wouldn’t have gone specifically seeking out a spell that would let him go back—not just to stop the villains from ever coming here, but to save May, too. 

“Did he?” 

Peter reached for his cup of iced coffee, if only to occupy his now-fidgeting fingers. “No,” he murmurs, the sound of sloshing ice nearly overpowering him as he swirled the cup. “He didn’t.” 

You frown at the tinge of disappointment that snuck through his otherwise even tone, your chest aching. You had to fight against the urge to say I’m sorry, remembering what he had said to you last night—he didn’t want your apologies, nor did he seem to want anyone else's. 

In truth, you weren’t sure what Peter wanted; or what you could do to help him. 

“Well did he have anything useful?” 

He shook his head, lifting the cup to his mouth. “Define useful,” he scoffed, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. He took a sip of his drink, his nose scrunching as soon as the coffee hit his tongue—too bitter. 

Despite the coffee’s pale color that indicated it was more cream than coffee, you weren’t surprised that it was still too strong for him. Peter had never truly developed a taste for coffee, only pursuing a caffeine addiction for the sake of combating the exhaustion that came with being Spider-Man. That didn’t mean he had ever grown to like it though, masking the taste with copious amounts of sugar and syrups. 

“Something that will keep multiversal villains from tearing our world apart?” You venture half-heartedly, guided by pure instinct and muscle memory as you reached over to take his cup from him, snagging a few packs of sugar from the plastic canister on the bar to0. 

“He has a theory,” Peter gives you a tight-lipped smile, born of pure frustration. 

“A theory? And he expects us to save the world with this theory?” You ask, a bit more derisive than you would have been if Doctor Strange were around to hear. 

Peter scoots closer to you, his voice purposefully low. “Do you remember when I told you about him using the Time Stone before Mr. Stark died? To look through all the different outcomes with Thanos?” 

Ripping open the sugar packets and dumping them in his cup, you managed to mask a wince at the mention of Peter’s dead mentor. You only nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you tried for any sort of verbal affirmation. 

“Well… when he did that, he thinks that he might have actually seen through the multiverse—he just didn’t know for sure at the time.” 

Your forehead creased as you popped the lid back onto his cup, sliding it back towards him. Given his advantage of Spidey-sense, he easily caught it before it could slide too far and end up on the floor—which is what would have definitely happened pre-Spider bite. 

“And you don’t consider that to be useful to our current situation?” 

“No. I don’t.” Peter answers firmly. “Because at the center of it all—in every universe the Stone showed him—all he saw was you.” 

You nearly laugh, your lips curving as you rose a brow at him. “Me?” 

Peter gave a nod as he took another sip of his drink. This time, his nose didn’t scrunch. 

“But it’s been almost a year since the Avengers took down Thanos,” you reminded him, your stunned amusement beginning to fade into confusion. “If he saw.. Me, when he used the Stone, then why didn’t he say anything until now?” 

By no means would you consider yourself to be close with New York’s resident Sorcerer, and so you wouldn’t have expected him to come to you with this knowledge. But Peter—he knew Peter, and he knew that you were Peter’s best friend, and so it didn’t make any sense to you why Doctor Strange chose to wait until now to mention what the Stone had shown him. 

Given the aggravated expression Peter wore, it was clear that he was thinking the same. “I don’t know, and trying to get answers out of Doctor Strange that he clearly doesn’t want to give is like pulling teeth.” 

“But what does that mean?” You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing further, concern starting to bubble up inside of you. Regardless of his answer—if he had one—you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it. “I don’t get how I’m at the center of every universe.” 

Peter blew out a breath, his fingers going back to tapping against the sides of his plastic cup. “Alright, so there are probably well-over a hundred thousand different parallel universes, okay? Some of them are probably super similar to ours, and then there are others that are the complete opposite.” 

“O-kay,” you drone, your brows drawing together. You felt the start of a headache coming on as you prepared yourself for the confusing science-talk that was surely about to start pouring out of his mouth. 

Perhaps noticing your pained expression, Peter tries to find a way to simplify whatever explanation he was about to use. “Try and look at it like this,” he started, “think of the multiverse as some giant, cosmic loom, alright? Now imagine that each thread on the loom signifies a person. As the loom weaves all of these different threads together, different decisions get made and different actions are taken—and with every choice, a new thread is spun, branching off and creating a variation of the original tapestry.” 

“So it’s like you and Parker, right?” You interrupt him, rubbing at your temples. “Same thread, different reality?” 

“Exactly! And, technically speaking, that’s how it’s supposed to be. As the loom weaves and alters reality, each thread continuously evolves into something different.” He paused, his fingers finally falling still. “But now imagine that—in the center of all of these branching tapestries—there exists one thread, entirely unbroken and unaltered by this ever-weaving tapestry of existence, okay? A glitch in the cosmic fabric, a constant that’s woven into infinite realities and yet, somehow, remains fundamentally unchanged. How does that work?” 

You couldn’t ignore the sense of dread creeping up your spine, nor could you escape the slight wobble in your voice as you said, “It doesn’t sound like it should.” 

“You’re right, it shouldn’t work.” Peter confirmed, his expression nearly impossible to read. “But according to Doctor Strange, you are that thread. A constant anomaly that defies every potential law of the multiverse.” 

Nausea bubbled in your gut. God, you did not want to deal with this right now! 

“And let me guess,” a bitter laugh follows your words, “that’s as much information as he was willing to give, wasn’t it?” 

“Yep,” Peter pops his lips, leaning back into his stool. His brows raise slightly in a silent I told you so before he says, “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be involved, right? Now you’re at the center of everything-” 

“I said I wanted to help you,” you correct him sharply. “Not that I wanted to be at the center of Doctor Strange’s weird Time Stones fantasies!” 

He only shrugs, barely acknowledging the dirty look you gave him as he plucks his phone off of the counter, clicking on a notification. “Same thing, isn’t it? Either way, you get what you want.” 

“What I want?” You echoed, your mouth hung open in disbelief. 

“Doctor Strange seems to think that whatever is wrong with you might help us solve all of this. That you might be connected to the multiverse somehow, or that you’re at least immune to it. So yeah, you get what you want. You get to help,” he spat the word out like an insult, too focused on typing something to even notice how rude he sounded. 

If it weren’t for the feeling that stomach acid was about to come crawling up your throat, then you might have taken some time to unpack the bitterness in his tone or be hurt by the claim that something was wrong with you—but you didn’t. Even if you had, you weren’t sure that it would have gotten you anywhere. 

You weren’t stupid. Peter was wielding his insolence like a shield, purposefully trying to hurt you as an effort to keep you at arms length—and, if you had to guess, Mj and Ned were probably receiving the same treatment right now. 

“Well this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to help,” you admitted, one hand going to rest against your cramping stomach. At least the throbbing in your temples had died down… 

Peter only shrugged at you, shoving his phone in his back pocket and rising to his feet. “Too bad,” he told you, offering a smile that most definitely wasn’t genuine. “I’ve gotta go, but make him walk you home, alright? I’ll text you if I hear anything else from Doctor Strange.” 

Parker frowned beside you, and whether it was because Peter was speaking about him like he wasn’t here or because of his attitude in general, you couldn’t tell. 

“Whoa, hold up! You didn’t even tell me what your plan is until you hear from him!” You argue, reaching for his wrist to keep him from walking past you until he answered. 

He pulls his hand back from your grip, but not before your stare snags on the reddish hue that stains his nails—blood. Noticing it only served to make you feel sicker, and to make your concern for Peter grow larger. Was he really still walking around with May’s blood caked under his nails? Has he rested at all since last night? 

“Same plan as always,” he told you, your eyes snapping up to meet his, suddenly noticing how rimmed with exhaustion they were. “Stop the bad guys.” 

He didn’t leave any time for protests or further questions before turning his back to you and heading straight for the exit. When the little bell on the door chimed as he shoved his way back out onto the streets, you couldn’t stop the worried sigh that escaped your lips. 

Peter was an Avenger by every right. He had battled alongside a Norse God and helped take down a literal Titan, and so knew that you shouldn’t have any reason to doubt his capability when it came to taking down whatever villains had crossed into your world. 

But it wasn’t that you doubted his ability to survive against them, or even his ability to stop them—you were worried about whether he could handle the weight of it all. 

The weight of him placing yet another thing on his shoulders. Another villain, another fight, another burden, another chance to lose someone. 

Thinking of that, it suddenly dawned on you that maybe Mj and Ned weren’t getting the same treatment as you. Maybe you were getting the worst of it, if only because now whatever connection you had to the multiverse was just another weight he thought he had to bear, another person he had to worry about protecting. 

Guilt flooded your veins, and even as you tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t caused this, you still couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that it was somehow your fault anyway. 

“Y’know, I get that this probably isn’t the right time for this,” Parker starts. When you look at him, your attention immediately snags on the dozen donuts that he had ordered while you were talking to Peter. “But I think it’s so cool that you guys have magic in your world!” 

He takes another bite of the donut in his hand, powdered sugar falling from his lips as he says, “And these donuts! It’s a tough call, but they might be even better than magic!” 

You didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell if he was intentionally trying to lighten the mood or if it was just incidental, but it worked all the same. Laughter poured from your mouth, and it wasn’t until it died down that he said anything else. 

“Sooo… That was tense, wasn’t it? Like, it wasn’t just me, right?” 

You groan, propping your elbows against the counter and placing your cheeks in your palms. “Was it that noticeable?” 

Parker snorts a laugh, stretching an arm past you to reach for Peter’s abandoned coffee. “Oh, yeah. It’s actually painful to be in a room with you two.” 

His playful tone made it clear that it was just a joke, but it still made you feel bad. You already didn’t like how hostile things felt between you and Peter, even if it was only one-sided, and to know that others felt it too just made it that much worse. 

“Things are just.. Difficult, right now.” You tell him, choosing your words carefully. 

“So it hasn’t always been like that with you guys?” He asks, and the delicate arch of his brow made it seem as though he were shocked by the possibility that things had ever been civil between you and Peter. 

There was a chance that you had misread his expression though, as it was very quickly wiped away once he took a sip of Peter’s half-drank coffee, gagging as soon as it hit his tongue. “Holy shi-” he started coughing, cutting off the vulgarities that threatened to spill out. “How does he drink this?!” Parker yelped as soon as he could take a full breath, looking utterly disgusted as he shoved the cup back across the bar. “It’s literally just liquid sugar!” 

You found it hard to stifle your amusement at his suffering, even as he shot you a teasing scowl for it. “No,” you answer his previous question, trying to ignore his melodramatic display, “believe it or not, things between us actually used to be really… I don’t know—easy, I guess.” 

Parker was still smacking his lips to try and rid himself of the cloying aftertaste. “What changed?” 

In retrospect, you realized that it probably would have been smarter for you to bite your tongue. To offer him some cheap, cop-out excuse rather than tell him the truth. After all, you already had experience in hiding from the truth and it wasn’t like you really knew Parker, and so lying to him shouldn’t have been a hard task. 

Yet, for some reason, you told him the truth anyway. 

“Mj happened.” 

Parker’s brows furrows. “The girl from last night, right?” 

“Yep. That’s the one.” 

“Y’know, I don’t really like her all that much,” his words were spoken like a balm, seeking to ease the dejected look etched upon your face, but tinged with enough playful sarcasm for you to know he didn’t actually mean them. “She threw a bread roll at me. A few of them, actually.” 

It was hard not to laugh at the thought considering that it was such an Mj thing to do. “Sounds about right,” you crack a smile, although you don't feel particularly happy. “She’s always been slow to trust, especially complete strangers.” 

In an odd sort of way, the statement felt like a lie. Not because it actually wasn’t true—because Mj was wary of strangers—but because Parker didn’t quite feel like a stranger in your mind. While last night had been a bit awkward, you now felt like talking to him was effortless, each sentence rolling off your tongue with unnatural ease. 

“But she trusts you?” Parker asks, picking a crumb off another one of the pastries and popping it into his mouth. 

You sucked in a breath. 

“I don’t know,” you answer him, with a bit more honesty than you're comfortable with. “I mean, I know that she used to trust me. But now… I’m not even sure if she likes me anymore.” 

His brow snapped up. “What changed?” 

Suddenly the truth no longer felt so easy, and you found yourself wishing that you could change the subject altogether. You didn’t want to talk about this—especially not with him, some boy that you had known for less than twenty-four hours. 

But you had backed yourself into a corner, and so in an effort to try and satiate whatever interest he had developed in the story you had told, you settled on offering a vague half-truth. 

“She started dating Peter,” you tell him simply, putting effort into looking disinterested. “They got together a few months ago and things just… It just got weird, y’know? It’s always awkward when two of your friends get together, I guess. Creates too much drama.” 

“Yeah, for sure,” Parker hums, agreeing with you. “Especially when you have feelings for him, right?” 

An incomprehensible noise escaped your throat, best categorized as something between a laugh and a cough. Your mouth fell open to try and defend yourself, to try and deny his claim—but he didn’t even give you a chance. 

“Oh c’mon!” Parker groans, grinning when he notices the now rosy complexion of your cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I mean, let’s be real here, alright? That whole sugar thing earlier?” He jutted a finger towards Peter’s abandoned iced coffee, “Was a dead giveaway.” 

“You’re insane,” You declare, shaking your head and masking your embarrassment with uncomfortable laughter. “I don’t have feelings for Peter—and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter! Regardless of what it’s done to our friendship, Mj is literally perfect for him and-” 

“I think it’s cute,” he interrupts, a delicate smile gracing his lips. Noticing the way your brows furrow, he elaborated, “How much you care about him. And how much you care about her, too, since you’re so willing to pretend like you don’t like him.” 

“I’m not pretending-” 

Parker jokingly cut his eyes. “Yeah, sureee.” 

Blowing a frustrated breath, you push yourself up from the barstool. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.” You tell him, far too flustered to try and come up with a good defense to his teasing. “You can take the rest of your donuts to go, Bug-boy.” 

There was a subtle shift in his demeanor as the taunting nickname fell from your lips, and he almost felt as though his heart had stopped dead in his chest. 

“Fine,” Parker yields, rising to his feet and snagging the box of donuts from the bar. “But I really hope that you have your wallet—cause I definitely don’t have a way to pay for these.” He flashed a crooked smile before continuing, “Or we can just run really fast and hope they don’t call the police on us for stealing pastries.” 

“I can’t imagine that robbery would be very good for your reputation as a hero,” you chide sarcastically, your own lips curling into a half-smile, “so I’ll pay—but only if you give me every cruller in that box. Deal?” 

Parker spares a quick glance down at the dozen box of donuts in his hands. Half of them were already gone, but through the small cellophane window he could see that there were three frosted crullers left. “Deal.”

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a/n - for those who read IY before the rewrite, you may already be able to note some rather major changes going on lmao. i genuinely can't describe how much i actually enjoy rewriting this story, as i'm finally able to collect my thoughts enough to write the plot the way i originally wanted to.

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part three, titled "spitfire", to be released april 15th

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐞

— Peter Parker x Stark!Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When Peter's girlfriend pays him a little visit in Midtown High School and meets his long time bully, Flash Thompson.

☯ WARNINGS : Au, stark!reader, Peter is barely present in the fic, cursing.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. I have been having such a bad writer's block that I couldn't write anything for past few weeks. I'm writing this to, hopefully, get over my writer's block.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The red Saleen S7 car, parked outside of Midtown High School, gaining curious glances from the students and passersby. You wait, sitting on the driver's seat, with your phone in your hand. The past week you were out of the country with your father so you had not seen him for the past seven days and barely got to talk to him.

So when you came back today, you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You came here, all confident, but now you were doubting your choices. Maybe you should just wait till school ends?

Fuck it. You are Y/N Stark, girl. Since when do you get nervous?

You checked yourself last time in the back mirror. Perfect as always. You throw yourself a flying kiss and put on your favourite pair of glasses. The car door opens with a click and you get down. It was not long before you were walking down the halls of Midtown High, making everyone stop what they were doing and gawk at you.

You chuckle in your mind. Of course you loved being the centre of attention. You were Tony Stark's daughter after all. Now there's one problem. You don't know exactly where Peter is. You look around the hall before your eyes fall on a boy, sitting with two girl on each side.

Without any second thoughts, you walk up to him, "Hey, do you know where Peter Parker is?"

Flash tore his eyes from the beautiful girls in his arm to the legs standing in front of him. He raised his eyes to your face. His gaze so disgusting that made you want to throw up.

"Talking to me, angel?" Flash stood up, abandoning the girls.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt of flirting. At least he got the angel part right.

"I asked if you know where Peter Parker is." You deadpan.

"Peter Parker? Oh! You mean penis Parker. What do you need with him? I'm sure I can help you way more than he can." Flash wiggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a suggestive look.

You just stared at him, completely unimpressed and now angered. This pathetic flirt has the audacity to call your baby penis— wait a damn minute. Penis Parker? Something clicked in your mind.

"Are you Flash Thompson?" You ask before you could stop yourself.

Surprise flashed on his face before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

"Wow! I know that I'm famous but not much. Damn!" He said, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his ignorance as you take off your glasses. Folding it and keeping it safely in your hand bag, you step towards him, closing the distance between you two.

"Listen here you little shit." The smirk on his fell at your words, "If I ever hear from Peter that even got anywhere near him, I'll kidnap you, shave off your head, leave you on a deserted island and post your disgusting nudes all over the internet."

"Wh—"

"Shut up and listen." Flash gulped with fear, his face covered in sweat. The menacing aura around you looked scarier than the monster under his bed.

You say while jabbing on his forehead with your pointer finger, "Don't think of him, don't look at him, don't walk on his direction, don't breathe on his direction. Don't go anywhere around my boyfriend. Got it, you failed experiment of a chimpanzee?"

"Y-yes, I....um, I-I..... I under-understand." He nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get away from you.

"Good." You back away, giving him space to finally breathe in relief. Fuck! He didn't know Peter's girlfriend was this scary.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice of your boyfriend called from behind and your demeanour changed like lizards change colours.

"Hey, Pete." You walk up, giving him a quick kiss, "let's go, you are skipping class today. I missed you."

You linked your arm with him and started dragging him out of the school. Peter complied with you because he did miss you a lot too and skipping one day was not going to do any harm on him.

"I missed you a lot." Peter smiled down at you.

You left the school, leaving behind a embarrassed Flash. After you two left did Flash realised the crowd of students circling around him in the hallway. And they were chuckling while looking down at his pants?

Flash looked, "FUCK!"

His blue jeans were now dark blue, water spread on the floor around him. He had peed in his pants. His face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He should not have fucked with Peter.

FUCK!

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[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

…

“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!

[spideyzgirl]

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

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“hey y/n, look at this.” peter beckoned you over, showing you his phone. it was a picture of you two together on your very first date.

“aw, look at us! that’s our first date, yeah? we were so cute.” you gushed. “is that the time we watched wonder? you cried your ass off at the end.”

“rightfully so. he made friends, and for the first time everyone accepted him.” peter said as he teared up.

“are we really doing this right now?” you sighed.

“he got a standing ovation.” he wiped a tear away and sniffled, clearing his throat when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“hey, do you remember our first kiss?”

“how could i forget it?” you shrugged. “it was so, uh…”

“sloppy.” you spoke.

“perfect.” peter said at the same time.

“wait, what? did you just say sloppy?” peter gasped.

“well, yes? you have to admit, it wasn’t our best.”

“i can’t believe this. after all this time, i’m just now hearing about this? i’m- i’m heartbroken, honestly.” he slapped his hands over his heart dramatically, flopping onto your shared bed.

“oh come on peter,” you giggled. “we were playing seven minutes in heaven. that’s like the shittiest way to have your first kiss.”

“i beg to differ. i think it was quite romantic, actually. we were so close, wrapped in each others warmth.”

“that’s my main point. we were cramped up in a small wardrobe. our breaths were turning it into a sauna. hot, sweaty, and steamy.”

“but it was comforting, right?”

“wrong.”

“it was so intimate. our bodies were literally pressed together.”

“yes, due to the lack of space. we couldn’t even breathe without our chests touching each others, which gave my boobs a great deal of discomfort by the way.”

“but i swear i heard angels singing. no wonder it’s called seven minutes in heaven.”

“those weren’t angels, that was me wheezing for air. we were suffocating, peter. i think we were trying to steal air from each others mouths when we kissed.” you laughed.

“i think you’re lying.” peter smirked.

“and i think you’re in denial. we’ve had better kisses and you know it.”

“that’s it. you’re on a kiss ban until you admit you liked our first kiss.” peter declared, sauntering off into the kitchen.

“what? you can’t do that!” you exclaimed, following him shortly after he left.

“can too! let’s see how long you can last before you break and tell the truth.”

“this is ridiculous. you think you can stop me from-“ you tried to steal a kiss swiftly, but his lightning quick reflexes had you kissing a cereal box.

“banned!” he shouted, fleeing to the bedroom.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

from morning to night, you’d been livid. you woke up to a sticky note on your forehead, a note scribbled in peters messy handwriting: sorry, had to leave early to be new yorks hero this morning. you missed out on your goodbye kiss since you wanted to be a naughty little liar last night <3

jerk.

you’d been waiting for him all day to get home, ready to chew him out for dragging this situation into the next day. it was funny at first, but now he had taken it too far. those morning kisses meant a lot to you. even when you were taken over by sleep, you were still aware of when he left a quick kiss to your forehead or cheek.

peter never really knew if you even felt the kisses or not, but he still did it anyway. it was the sweetest thing ever, and he took that away from you.

as he crept into the bedroom window, you entered the room at the same time, just finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom. you gasped upon seeing him and darted towards your bed, grabbing multiple pillows to throw at him.

“hey cutie, i’m back- hey!” he effortlessly dodged a pillow. “what the hell?”

“jerk! what kind of boyfriend deprives his girl of her morning kisses?” you threw another pillow at him, which he caught.

“i told you, you were on ban, but-“ you threw another pillow, hitting him right in his face. “really?”

“fuck your stupid ban! you took it too far. you’re so childish!” you fussed, tossing two pillows at him.

“says the one sending pillows flying all over the room. also, i never realized how many pillows we had.” he ripped his mask off and tossed it elsewhere.

peter gave you a sympathetic smile when he saw you doing that cute little “i’m upset but i want your attention” pout. “alright honey,” he walked over to you, engulfing you in his arms. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know how much those morning kisses meant to you, and i didn’t really mean to drag this ban on for so long. so from this moment on, the kissing ban has officially been lifted. you are free to kiss. am i forgiven?”

“yes,” you pressed a long overdue kiss to his lips, humming when he ran a soothing hand over your back. “but never do that again. and don’t you ever leave me without my morning kiss again. you hear me?” you squinted at him, & he nodded.

“yes ma’am. and hey, was our first kiss really that bad?”

“i was wheezing for air. let that sink in.”

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[rowniebow]

Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

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you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

⭒⭒

everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

⭒⭒⭒

waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

⭒⭒⭒⭒

it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒

you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.”

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

so

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

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you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

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[girasollake]

intern | p.p

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

requested: no

warnings: curse words

summary: peter needs to get his class a tour of the compound and no one wants to help him until a stranger comes along

type: fluff

a/n: i got this idea while i was showering and i thought it would make a nice fic, rn i have no motivation to write unless an idea comes up like this one lmao, eddie fics are on their way but im leaving for 2 weeks so im really sorry u guys have to wait

word count: 1.9k

comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

Ever since Peter’s teachers found out he had a Stark Internship they had been up his butt constantly. Trying to get him to schedule a tour of the Avengers Compound for his classmates. And ever since Flash found out about the idea, Peter had enough of listening to him gushing about Tony Stark’s daughter and becoming her husband. The thing is, because of all that Peter had been trying to call and message Happy for the past two weeks. He even tried emailing all of the possible emails he had found that belonged to people working at the compound. Nothing worked. He looked at his phone while he was doing his chemistry homework and decided to call Happy one last time. Fortunately to him, it wasn’t Happy who listened to the voicemail.

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(Y/n) was sitting in her chair, many parts of Tony’s old suit were scattered in front of her. She had been trying to modify them and turn them into something more useful since her dad didn’t need them anymore. Happy entered the room and hung his coat on the hanger, then he took something out of the paper bag and threw it at (Y/n). She easily caught it and chuckled.

‘Really? Another cheeseburger?’

‘If you want to complain then find your dad, he’s always ordering the same stuff.’ He said and came over to her. ‘What’s that?’ He pointed at the table.

‘Oh, just parts of an old suit. I wanna put it to good use.’

‘Great, you do you kid and I’m gonna take a quick trip to the bathroom.’ He said quickly and ran away, it was probably the Mexican food from last night making itself known.

A minute after he left she heard his phone calling. She yelled his name but he was already far away and because of her curiosity, she had decided to look at it. She took it out of his coat just when it stopped calling. To her surprise she saw 320 unread messages and 24 missed calls from someone called P. Parker and the first thought she had was that it was Happy’s girlfriend. Who else would be calling him that many times, right?

‘Happyyyy, it’s not nice to not answer your girl.’ She said to herself with a soft smile and placed the phone in the pocket she took it out from.

‘You have one new voicemail from ‘P. Parker’.’

She heard the lady say from the phone, it was wrong to listen to it but she couldn’t help herself. She entered Happy’s password which she obviously knew and clicked to listen to the voicemail.

‘Hi Happy, um, it’s Peter again. Peter Parker. I hope you know which one. Anyway I don’t know if you have read the messages but I really need it. Everyone is begging me for this tour and they won’t give me a break. Please Happy, I need your help. I would call Mr. Stark but I don’t have his number so please, Happy, help me out. Oh and for the report! I stopped a thief today at-‘

The voicemail got cut off and a slight frown appeared on (Y/n)’s face. Sadly, it wasn’t Happy’s girlfriend and she was a bit disappointed but aside from that curious about the boy calling Happy. She quickly got a piece of paper and copied Peter’s number, she had no idea what tour he was talking about and how he got Happy’s number so she decided to check if they had any files on him. She returned Happy’s phone to its place and rushed to her room.  

‘Friday, can you show me what do we have for Peter Parker?’ She asked the A.I. when she sat in front of her computer.

‘Of course.’ Friday answered and soon a picture of Peter appeared on (Y/n)’s screen.

‘Cute.’ She smirked. ‘Okay, hmmm… Midtown High? Isn’t that this school for geniuses or something?’

‘Yes. It is.’

‘What else is there…’ She whispered while she was scrolling through his files. ‘Huh?’ She said when a protected folder came into her view. ‘Password? What the hell? What are you hiding, dad?’

She quickly tried a number of passwords and since she had been living with her dad most of her life, she quickly cracked it.

‘Spider-Man?’ A lot of videos of him appeared in front of her. ‘No fucking way.’ She laughed.

She glanced at her phone and quickly put in Peter’s number, then she hesitantly sent him a message.

- hi. is this peter parker’s number?

- do i know you?

- sorta, im a friend of a friend and i wanna help u out

- with what?

- some kind of tour? idk, you tell me

- oh my god finally!!!! thank you so much whoever you are!!!!

- not a problem, what kind of tour is it?

you can tell me everything cause no one filled me in

- basically i want to take my class to avengers compound

my teachers are on my ass and its been pretty tiring honestly

im glad someone finally wants to help me out

will you tell me your name? or should I call you mr? or mrs? im sorry if I was rude at the start not addressing you with a title!!!

- its fine, just call me ‘a friend’

ill set everything up and ill text you the time of it

- okay okay! thank you so much once again!!

- no problem, spidey

Peter was looking at his phone screen, he felt relaxed because all of the weight was finally lifted from his shoulders. At the same time he was also a bit anxious because someone knew his identity, but he quickly shrugged it off thinking it was just an agent or someone who wouldn’t expose him.

(Y/n) spent the next two days planning the tour for Peter. She was bored anyways and she loved helping people, especially if they were cute heroes. The last step of her plan was asking her dad and she quickly made her way to his office.

‘Dad?’ She asked while slowly opening the door and knocking on it at the same time. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Sure kiddo, what’s up?’ He was sitting at his desk, plans of a new armour in front of him. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘I have a question.’ She sat on the comfy chair on the other side of the desk. ‘You know Peter Parker, right?’

‘Never heard of him.’ Tony was looking at his project intensively.

‘I know he’s Spider-Man and I want to give him and his classmates a tour of the compound.’ She said and Tony finally looked up at her, confusion written all over his face. ‘God, dad, don’t be surprised that I know who he is after you put in ‘peppermenbeater420’ as the password for the file.’

Tony shook his head and chuckled.

‘Yeah, I need to come up with something more creative. How all of this started?’

‘I listened to the voicemail he left Happy and since he wasn’t interested in poor Peter I had decided to help him out. I texted him and he was over the moon for getting this tour, so… can I tell him to come this Friday? Is 10 a.m. okay?’

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure the kids don’t go near my office and stay away from the kitchen.’

‘Thank you!’ She said and ran away from his office.

‘Eh.. I really gotta change my passwords.’ He mumbled to himself.

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(Y/n) quickly snatched her phone from the nightstand and texted Peter the exact date. She also told that if anyone wanted to know who was behind all this, he would just answer them ‘a friend’. (Y/n) was thrilled at the thought, it’s been some time since she had friends her age and this was her chance to get out of her shell. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a shell, she was just all around older people all the time. She needed to hang out with someone like Peter and maybe his closest friends if she was lucky.

Peter was overjoyed when he read that the tour was finally happening. He told the class and it looked like the teachers were the ones who were the happiest to go. Flash was too, but for a different reason. Peter has been waiting for Friday what seemed like eternity and when it finally rolled around, he felt relieved. After this day, no one is going to ask him for this anymore and he can finally breathe freely, not a single person sticking their nose in his personal space. He hurried to his school, everyone was already waiting in the bus.

‘Parker. Late again. I’ll let it slide this time though, because without you this wouldn’t be happening. Get inside.’ The teacher said and gave him a nod.

‘Thank you.’ Peter answered and headed inside.

He took a seat next to Ned who was frantically looking at his phone and photos of the compound.

‘Are we going to meet the Avengers?’ He asked with a big smile on his face.

‘I dunno, Ned. Maybe.’

‘Ayo Parker! Think you can introduce me to my new girl?’ He heard Flash screaming from the back of the bus.

‘Ignore him.’ Ned whispered.

‘I am.’

The ride wasn’t long and soon their bus was approaching the huge building. Excitation was running through Ned’s veins and Peter wouldn’t admit it but he was also interested in this tour. HE felt his phone buzz and looked at the message from ‘friend’.

wait outside the main entrance at the bottom of the stairs,  ill come get you from there xx

He smiled to himself and put away his phone. The teachers announced that they are here and he told them what his friend messaged him. The whole group was waiting in the area they were supposed to meet with their tour guide, but after 10 minutes of waiting everyone was starting to get annoyed.

‘I knew you didn’t get us the tour, you’re full of shit Penis Parker.’ Flash sneered.

‘If he didn’t get us the tour we wouldn’t make it through that gate and those guards.’ MJ said and pointed at the entrance which quickly shut Flash up.

Peter felt his phone buzz again and looked at the screen.

im here:)

He looked up to the top of the stairs and he saw the person he recognized instantly. She was walking downstairs, her plaid dress was adoring her body and she was wearing big black high-heeled boots, the fact she moved in them so easily was shocking.

‘Hi, I’m (Y/n) Stark and I’ll be your tour guide today.’ She said to everyone when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

She looked at Peter and gave him a wave which caused everyone to look at him. Especially Flash who couldn’t believe his eyes. Peter was in awe, he had no idea that all this time it was her helping him, he also felt slightly embarrassed, but (Y/n)’s smile took away all his worries.

‘If you have any questions feel free to ask them along the way. Let’s go, shall we?’ She asked and turned around to head back where she came from.

‘Dude?! You didn’t tell me you know (Y/n) Stark!’ Ned whisper yelled in Peter’s ear.

‘That’s because I don’t.’ He whispered back and Ned raised his eyebrow. ‘I’ll tell you later.’

‘Okay, before we start I want to tell you some stuff. Firstly, before you ask, I don’t know if we’ll meet any Avengers along the way. They are usually in our living area and we won’t be going there for privacy reasons. Secondly, if you need to use the restroom, just tell me and I’ll get one of these guys,’ She nodded towards the four guards standing behind the group. ‘.. to escort you there. The last thing I ask of you is to be respectful and not break anything or yell, people are working here. Is that clear?’ Everyone nodded their heads rapidly. ‘Good.’ She smiled and turned around. ‘Follow me.’

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[for-parker]

summary You went to Liz' party to have some fun and forget about the stress from school, instead you watch as Peter Parker, whom you've had a crush on since you were partnered on a project once, change into Spider-Man's suit right outside.

tags fem!stark!reader, cute Peter, both r kinda awkward

word count 1583

a/n idk if I love or hate this

Sitting outside of Liz's house wasn't what you had planned when you'd come here, but you also didn't know Peter Parker - aka the one you had a huge crush on - would show up.

Emptying the red cup (which was filled with some soda you'd found, you weren't looking to get drunk tonight) you dust off your jeans, ready to get back inside.

Instead you notice someone on top of the garage next to you, silently talking to themselves. With furrowed eyebrows you step back, only to watch as a certain brown haired boy looked at the mask in his hands. The mask that belonged to the Spider-Man suit he was wearing.

What the fuck.

Either he really was the one stepping in crimes in nearby neighborhoods or he was dressing up, for whatever reason. Upon closer inspection though, the suit looked more and more authentic. Your step on the gravel seemed to alert him because his head shot up and he made direct eye contact with you.

Gulping you step back, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you-" you'd miscalculated the space behind you and in a split second you're falling - right into the pool because of course Liz had a huge swimming pool in her backyard.

"Woah," he says as he shoots a web at your hand, pulling you back onto stable ground. Your breathing is fast and he smiles a little shyly at you. "Uh," it was awkward - he was still crouching there in his suit as you were staring.

"You really can't tell anyone-" he starts with a panicked whisper and a few short glances at the house. Holding your hands up in mock surrender you smile, "I won't, don't worry."

He thanks you and smiles before he's looking back at all of the students partying. Deciding that this was your chance to talk to him, you speak up. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

He sighs, "Ned found out like you did and he accidentally told everyone in gym class I'm friends with Spider-Man. So…" You remembered that, after all you were in his class too.

"And now everyone's waiting for Spider-Man?" You question and he nods miserably. "That's the only reason we were invited. Cuz, you know, no one really likes me." He shrugs.

You did.

"Yeah but is Spider-Man worth a little party trick like that? I mean it's not gonna change anything, they'll probably just say you're lying or something." He considers it for a second before looking at you and taking you in. You wore some tight jeans with black boots as well as a white dress shirt.

You're pretty, he thinks.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He chuckles and presses the spider in the middle of his chest and the suit loosens. He doesn't pay you any mind when he pulls it off. His abs came into view and your jaw drops, that's what he was hiding underneath his cure flannels and polo shirts?

He pulls his normal clothes back on and then looks at you. You quickly pill yourself together and look away with red cheeks. Why'd you constantly have to embarrass yourself like this?

"You can look at me, I don't mind," he admits but his shy demeanor doesn't change. You nod hesitantly. He gives you a once-over, "You seem really familiar." Uh, oh.

So far no one figured out who your father was. When you got into Midtown it was to blend in and separate yourself from your parents' success, so with some deals here and there you weren't connected to Iron Man anymore. He and your mom decided from your birth on that you'd have to decide yourself if you wanted to be known later, so no one apart from the Avengers really knows about your existence.

You loved your dad, but it was hard being liked for who you were when everyone saw him instead.

"You remind me of Mr. Stark," he admits with a shake of his head, apologizing after. "Sorry that must be so weird-"

"No, uh… that's my dad, so…" he pales. "What?" You sigh and look up again, "I didn't wanna have friends solely because of that so we kept my… identity private."

"Makes sense…"

"You wanna get out of here?" You ask with a surge of confidence and he cocks his head. "And go where?"

Ten minutes later you're at Delmar's, sharing a sandwich he insisted on paying for.

-

After that a friendship between you blossoms quickly. You're constantly meeting up, usually at his place (or you went somewhere to eat unhealthy food).

Since you were friends with MJ as well, her, Peter, Ned and you became a small friend group in the following time period of two months. Your father had yet to find out and you were slightly dreading it, because he could read you like a book and it'd only be seconds until he noticed your ever growing feelings for Peter.

It was a late Saturday and Ned and MJ had just left. You were halfway through the third movie when you nearly nodded off, Peter's aunt May coming to turn the TV off, "It's late. (y/n), are you staying the night?" She asks sweetly and you turn to Peter who nods with tired eyes and a shrug of his shoulders, leaving the decision up to you.

"If that's okay with you? I'll just call my dad," she grins and sends a not so secret wink to Peter who groans and pushes you into his room. "Figured you'd wanna call Mr. Stark here and not in front of her." It was cute to you how he always made sure to address your dad so formally.

Taking out your phone you dial his number and wait for him to pick up. He does after only a few seconds. There's loud music coming from him meaning he was still working and he looks at you with furrowed brows. "Where the hell are you?"

"Uhm…" raising an eyebrow he speaks up again, "Five seconds and I know where you are anyway so just tell me now."

Peter is almost as white as a sheet and you giggle, pulling him into frame. "Hi, Mr. Stark." This time it's your dad who pales.

"What the hell? Since when are you spending time with my daughter and why didn't I know about this?" Peter stammers an apology and you just watch with amusement as he gets more and more worked up about it, his voice cracking in between his hurried words.

"I'm really sorry, sir. I swear I'm not doing anything with her or something!" His voice gets adorably high and you decide to intervene. "Can I stay the night?" This earns you another earful but when he's done he sighs, "Can't stop you anyway, can I?"

"Nope," you laugh.

"Parker, if I find out you started something with her you're minus the suit."

With a good night you hang up and fall onto your back from laughing so hard. "It's not funny," Peter whines but you just laugh harder.

"It is! Why are you so scared of him?" He looks at you like you're crazy, "Isn't that obvious? Sometimes I think he hates me," at the ridiculed glare you sent him he pouts, subconsciously or not he looked fucking adorable.

When you're done staring and pick the conversation back up,.asking for something more comfortable to sleep in, he gives you one of his shirts and you barely manage to conceal your excitement. You're awkwardly standing in the doorway, not knowing where you should be sleeping.

"Alright, you can sleep here and I'll take the couch." He suggests and you shake your head, "No, you don't have to-"

"No, but I want to. My bed is way more comfortable than the couch. I'm not letting you get back problems or something."

The argument goes on until May shouts for you two to be quiet and to just share the bed. Both with red cheeks he cleared his throat, "Would you be okay with that?" An awkward nod later and you're laying side by side in the small twin bed.

He seems deep in thought, his forehead wrinkled. The moon shines in through the window, making it easy to see all of him. His nose, his lips and his pretty eyes.

"Okay I have to get this off my chest. I really like you. I know you probably don't like me back but that's okay! Don't worry cuz I can get over this, it's just a stupid crush-" you press your lips onto his, stopping him in the middle of his sentence.

You don't know where the confidence came from, but you were thankful for it when he relaxed into the kiss and gently put one hand on the back of your head.

You part to catch your breath and sit up a little more, steadying yourself with your elbow. He does too, and softly pushes you back onto the soft mattress, hovering over you. "I hope this means you like me back?" He whispers.

"What else would it mean?" With that he leans down again and presses his lips onto yours. Your hands move up into his messy hair, and the blanket slips down a little from where it was draped over the both of you.

When you break the kiss to catch your breath you smile. His cheeks were red and his lips a little puffy.

"You're explaining this to my dad."

"You-"

[salty-jade]

Steps: Hand Holding

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff, just fluff.

Summary: Peter wants to hold hand with you, but how are you going to do that without exlpoding every single time he touches you?

Note: Okay, I'm back at it again. I think... Tbh this is sort of based on my own what if of myself once I have that special someone. also, I did this all in one go, so no edits whatsoever :D. If there is something triggering in this pls let me know!

Everyone in you circle of friends knew you had the biggest crush on Peter Parker. Obviously they didn’t know why since he was sort of a nerd and a geek at the same time. Well for you, that wasn’t a deal breaker since you liked him because he was just him. Loving, caring, sweet and if you look closely, actually handsome. Nevertheless, your friends were supportive and tried everything to get you two together.

So it came to no surprise for them that you two ended up together. Though, it was really because you discovered his secret identity by accident when you were taking out the trash at the same alley way where Peter would change into his super suit. Plus point for you since you saw his bare torso, which you swore justified your case on how handsome he was.

Still, because of that incident, you two became closer, and bloomed into something more. So now your friends are gushing over the possible things you and Peter would do as a new couple. Eat lunch together, walk to class together, talk about each other to other people, hold hands.

Wait.

Hold hands?

As in you and Peter’s fingers locking together while swinging your arms as you both cross a field of daisies???

Nope. Nope. and NOPE!

If Peter had a big secret to keep from the whole world, you had one too. Well, it’s not as huge as Peter’s but still something that you don’t want other people to know about. Peter’s your first boyfriend, therefore you’ve never really been physical with a guy before. The only people you could tolerate physical touch was the men in your family.

“Oh, don’t forget protection ok?! tell him to wrap his junior before sticking it in”

“Also, consent is important for both you and him okay girl? also…”

While your friends kept giving you tips on how to essentially ‘turn on’ your boyfriend and please him, all you could think in your head was about how you were going to even hold hands with him when he asks. forget sex, you could die just from holding hands!

So far, Peter hasn’t really touched you in anyway whatsoever. Heck, when you both confessed, Peter couldn’t event try and land a kiss on you because suddenly his senses alerted him of a villain so he had to drop you off somewhere safe before going out to battle.

The moment he wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist him up, your stomach was doing flips, face becoming different shades of red, and your brain turned into mush. You had to dunk your head into the bathtub to cool yourself from the heat of your face. You thought something was wrong with you. You thought it was weird for someone to be overstimulated with just a few touches with your partner. The romcoms you watch in your laptop certainly made it seem so. It made it seem like an amazing experience where you and your partner could share sweet moments together and just enjoy each other’s presence and act like it was only you two in the entire world. Well, both your heart and mind could not handle that much intimacy.

Was it because you’ve never date anyone before? or was it because you just have high expectations so your afraid of underperforming. Regardless of the reason, it was better to come clean to Peter rather than just keeping it to yourself.

Just as you made your self-declaration, you felt and hand on your arm, pulling you closer to another person’s body.

“Hey there Y/N!” your body, as if it was on auto-pilot, jumped at his touch and voice and instinctively backed a bit to hard unto your locker. Causing it to temporarily shake both the locker and somewhat your body due to the shock. Peter, being the lovely boyfriend he was, felt bad since he thought it was his fault for startling you and tried to hold you to help soothe the pain. Before he could do that though, you again backed away from him and kept a safe distance from him so he couldn’t touch you so you wouldn’t turn to mush.

“Hey! Hey Peter! umm how’s it going?” the fact that you tried to deescalate the situation to make it seem less awkward, just made the situation more awkward. Peter could only raise a brow at you and replied to your question.

“Everything’s good. yeah. I just wanted to see if you would want to walk to AP calculus together…” He said. The sound of guilt and confusion lingered in his voice as every time he raised his hand even slightly you would sort of jerk away from his touch.

“sure sure. we can do that, I just need to…” you looked around your surroundings to find a place where you could cool down for a bit before getting to class. Luckily, you found a bathroom.

“go to the bathroom real quick that’s all! So wait for me okay?! great!” before he could even reply, you dashed across the hall and into the bathroom to spare you the embarrassment.

One of your friends just patted Peter in the back to help reassure him that that was just who you were. “don’t worry, she LOVES you to death. she’s just shy that’s all.” and with that, your friend group had dispersed, each going to their own classes for today.

While you were in the bathroom checking the mirror to see if your face was still red from being touched by Peter. It wasn’t that Peter was not allowed to touch you. In fact, you really wanted to hold hands with him, but your body just reacts in the weirdest ways and your brain perceives it as you being overstimulated.

Before going out again, you took out a few books from your bag and carried them instead, just so could occupy them and avoid holding hands with Peter.

Peter saw you coming out of the bathroom, and he gave you his honest smile and walked up to you.

“I can carry those books for you if you wa-”

“NO!” ok that response was too fast, let’s try that again.

“I mean, no need. It’s ok! besides, you wouldn’t want people to know about the ‘thing you have right’?” you let out a dry chuckle, knowing that your excuse was the dumbest thing Peter might have heard in his entire life.

The whole walk towards class was weird in general. Peter kept wanting to try and find an opening to at least hold your shoulder or at least offer to carry your stuff so he could hold your hand, but something tells him that you were intentionally avoiding that opportunity for him. In the end, when you both made it to your seats in class, you both just exchanged notes while you tried to send him cute doodles so that he didn’t feel too bummed out about not being able to hold your hand.

You knew he didn’t deserve this treatment. He should be able to hold his girlfriend, kiss her whenever he wanted to. But, you just couldn’t handle the overload of affection from him. He was like the sun, while you were the midnight sky shying away from everything.

You both went on with your days as if you were just friends. Peter still tried to find an opening to at least graze your hand but, nothing. He sensed there must be something wrong with you. Maybe he was imagining things when you actually confessed that you liked him? was he reading the signals wrong? whatever it was, even Peter couldn’t solve this with only his intuition only. It was best that he asked you directly instead.

As soon as you both stepped out of the school, where a good few inches of empty space were between you and Peter, peter turned to you before you had the chance to escape the awkward situation.

“Can we talk?” he said. Your instincts were telling you that he probably wanted to talk about what happened this morning and your over all behavior today. I mean who could blame him, the whole day you’ve been avoiding his touches and advances the best you could so that you wouldn’t explode from an overload.

“y-yeah sure…”

Peter and you agreed it be better to talk about it back at his place since May wouldn’t be around the apartment. Though, it didn’t help you calm your worries since this is more about how are you going to explain it to Peter rather than having to go through May’s constant teasing of the two of you.

And now here you were, in his apartment.

alone.

together.

on the couch.

.

.

.

NOPE NOPE NOPE! even if there was no contact between you two, for some reason this situation alone was enough to make you overload. Even a blind person could tell you were nervous about this whole situation. You were as stiff as a tree, you wouldn’t even let yourself relax into the couch and sat in an upright position with your legs shut close together, while your hands were a=placed on top of them in the form of fist. Where even your knuckles started to turn white. Ok, now is a good as time as any for Peter to bring it up.

Peter sat back down on the couch after he grabbed you both something cool to drink. For some reason, he knew this conversation was going to make you burn up.

“Okay, umm… did I do something wrong?” your head shot up to look at him the instant he said those words.

“WHAT?! NO! I-I mean…. no… well, I mean there is something wrong but it’s not you per say… rather,” and there you go, falling a part as soon as you opened your mouth. God, you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die rather than explain the weirdest thing about you. But as you looked into his eyes. his warm brown eyes, you knew he deserved to know. So, you took a deep breath and tried to carefully construct the next few sentences in your head so that Peter can understand you.

“just so were on the same page, you noticed I’ve been trying to avoid… touching you right?”

All Peter could do was nod at your statement. He decided it was best if he added some words to it as well.

“Yeah, and I mean I get it if you don’t want us to be physical because if that’s your preference then by all means go-” You waved your hands in the air to tell him to shut up for a bit.

“No, no that’s not what I meant…I guess you could say I’m the weird one” Peter was sure he wasn’t following what you were saying just now. How could you be weird?

“Look, I don’t know why I’m like this, but… I’ve never had a boyfriend before and the thought of being in a relationship is new to me. What’s also new to me is the fact that I get to be physical with someone that I have really like and…” you looked back again at his face to see if he was following you along before continuing.

“The thought of even just holding hands with someone, especially you, just overwhelms me. I feel warm and fuzzy of course when I’m with you, like my heart just wants to jump around the room. But at the same time it feels like it might just burst and I feel like a PC that just short-circuits due to the heat. I guess you could say I get overstimulated? I’m not sure what to call it, but that’s just how I am…”

You didn’t realize that you were curling up into a ball on his couch when you finished your explanation. it did make a nice place to burry your head into so that you could calm yourself down for a bit before hearing Peter’s reply to what you just said.

Peter felt, giddy? like as if he saw the most cutest plush bear in the world and wanted to hug it so tight cause it was so cute. That was how he felt after your whole explanation. Your reason was totally valid, but on the other hand it also make Peter want to hold you close and see your face get red in the cutest way possible. Though, that might just make things worse.

You heard rustling from the other side of the couch and watch Peter hold up one of his fingers to you. Your brows furrowed at his sudden act.

“Let’s try something. I hold up one of my finger, and you just touch mine with your. how bout that?”

You swore this whole situation felt like something a pre-school teacher would do to a kid to get to know them.

“come on just humor me. Besides, think of it as a training exercise for yourself” and so you did.

You held out your index finger and connected the two together. You felt like Peter was E.T and you were the young boy in the movie.

“Are we recreating E.T here?!”

“I don’t know, maybe~” you giggled at his response.

“Ok, how bout we try this now,” Peter held out all his other fingers, signaling you to do the same with your hands. You showed signs of hesitance but you wanted to try even for a bit.

You unraveled your hands and brought both of your fingertips together slowly. First the thumbs, then the middle finger, the ring finger and finally your pinky. Your stomach felt like it was fluttering, along with you heartbeat starting to pick up the pace.

Peter could tell you were starting to “short-circuit” as you described. So he let you know it was ok if you didn’t want to continue. “We can stop if you want.”

you shook your head while keeping your hand steady in the air with his. Both of your fingertips were still touching, not once have you flinched away from his.

“I-it’s okay, I really wanna try holding your hand” the last bit of the sentence you dialed it down a bit so that Peter couldn’t hear it. Though, we all know he could hear it.

As if you were an astronaut taking your first step on a planet, you slowly brought you palm closer to Peter’s. Peter has not moved an inch from his position, so all of this was your own doing. Then slowly, but surely, your hands were clasped together. Now you could feel your face starting to burn, and your heart was pumping faster. This was only just hands touching, imagine if you did some of the things your friends kept telling you about.

Peter felt proud of you, even though he could see your face turn into different shades of red, but proud. Now, he felt like doing something bold, maybe you weren’t ready for it, but he wanted to at least try and see your reaction.

“I’m gonna do something so, be prepared ok”

“what?”

“Trust me” trust me. Never would you think those were the words from Peter that would make you turn into mush.

Peter then did the unthinkable, well at least for you. He shifted his hand a bit and slowly intertwined his hands with yours. Now, your fingers were interlaced with each other. You were both now holding hands. Something Peter wanted to do for the whole day. His hold on you was firm, not to the point where it hurts, but firm in a way that says he would never let go of you.

Your eyes widened, your instincts are telling you to pull away and stick your head into the bathtub filled with cold water. are your hands starting to sweat? you think it does. Are you sweating? maybe? God you are! What’s happening? can you still see Peter? Yes, but right now you really don’t want to turn into a tomato in front of him so you look to the side so that your hair is covering your face and avoid looking at him. But despite all that, your hand was still holding his. Never letting go.

Peter thought enough was enough so he tried to pull a way so that you could at least breath. Surprisingly, you were the one that held on.

“I- I don’t want my efforts to go to waste, or yours. So… is it okay if we stay like this for a bit” you were still looking away from Peter, but you lowered your hands so that it was comfortably resting on the couch.

“My heart is like beating a thousand miles per second right now I think, but I-I’m okay…” You finally looked at Peter. Your cheeks were flushed with shades of red, and your eyes seemed more like a doe to Peter now. God, he really wanted to hold you close now.

He shuffled a bit in the couch, trying to close the distance between you little by little.

“Is this okay?” Peter asked. He was still an arms length far from you, but closer nonetheless. You nodded. He then shifted closer, asking the same thing, and you replied the same. After going back and forth a bit, Peter was now only a few inches away from your body. You both still kept some form of distance, but the proximity between you two was closer than you could ever imagine. Peter asked one last time.

“How about this? Is this too close for you?” He said, almost like a whisper. Your heart had reached it’s breaking point, your brain was already in the process of turning into goop, your body was overheating as if gas was leaking out of your skin. Yeah, this was your limit for now Peter thought.

He backed a few inches away from you so you could compose yourself, while his eyes were still watching your every move. You finally let go of his hand and fanned yourself to cool your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you’re still embarrassed about the whole thing you just did with him, at the same time you were happy he tried to help you. Though, you don’t know how much your heart can take it if he keeps doing these things.

“How bout we just stick to hand holding for now?” you said.

Peter gave you his signature smile and grabbed your hand to hold it on his own. Though, he wasn’t done teasing you just yet, as once he grabbed your hand, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it as if he was a prince in a fairy tale giving the princess a greeting.

yeah, it was then and there you fainted.

[novel-professionals]

Hey nerds. Here are some our favorite Marvel headcanons we came up together!

Today we start off with our favorite boys.

These headcanons are SFW/NSFW so minors do not interact please.

Last thing, our ask box is open for requests for your favorite Marvel babes.

Enby/Fem readers.

Wade Wilson - Deadpool @hopperswhoreee

He’s an ass man

He is pan, he does not care who his partner is

Average size dick, I’d say between 6-7 inches

Man loves to go down on his partner, he’ll bury his head between their thighs until they’re screaming his name, and he’ll just keep going

He has an oral fixation. He’s always got something in his mouth, especially if he’s trying to concentrate on something

He loves aftercare. If you’re not careful he’ll rush through sex just for the aftercare because man is obsessed with his partner and loves hearing giggles and smiles and dimples and the way his partner’s eyes crinkle when they smile and he knows it’s just for him

A whore for a partner to be on top but uses it as an excuse to be a power bottom.

Loves lazy days eating shitty microwaved burritos and chimichangas and watching movies with his partner in matching pajama bottoms.

The crocs stay on. That's it.

Pain kink, he is an ass man remember?, he will smack it a lot… A lot, a lot.

Sit on his face

Loves to be handsy, especially in public as well so expect a lot of grazes on the butt and soft touches against the small of your back.

Wade is a softie for cheesy ass romcoms, he would know lines word for word.

Dancing to Wham! In your underwear with him.

Roleplay sex, Wade likes trying to do different things like pretending he is a pizza delivery man with his dick in the box. What? Wade is a dirty man, he is going to be lewd. You signed up for his shit.

Peter Parker - Spiderman (Tom Holland, and we are writing if his Peter was in his 20s/College times) @grinnincheshire

Boring straight boy, but up for threesomes if his partner asks

People pleaser translates to the bedroom

PRAISE KINK

Also maybe a small bondage thing…webs? Yes please

He loves cozy Saturday’s on the couch with his partner, legs tangled up, maybe Star Wars on the TV but he’s quoting the movies word for word. Sometimes he gets up and forces his partner to reenact the scenes with him because he’s such a giant nerd and his partner can never say no because the smile that’s on his face and the pleading eyes sucker anyone in

He’s obsessed with coffee and Starbucks and small coffee shops. He loves the atmosphere but he loves the smell the most. He hasn’t figured out how to get his apartment to smell like coffee yet and last, but he knows he will

He loves farmers markets, especially if he and his partner go on vacation to some small town in the middle of nowhere. He loves the energy that they create and how it feels like such a strange atmosphere for him but it feels cozy

Can be a soft Dom sometimes especially if jealous, but he loves when his partner takes more control.

He is going to have to get used to you stealing his clothes, especially the sweatshirts.

Webs for sexy time? Sure thing.

His partner riding him, he loves staring and watching their breasts bouncing up and down as they move their hips.

That man can get off but just trying to keep you please, and ruin his boxers for you.

Clumsy in bed, he is a flustering mess.

Expect you two building lego sets while watching nerdy movies with bottles of wine of course.

Peter tries his best to remember things, but he is forgetful and when it comes to forgetting something between the two of you like a major date, anniversary, etc... Expect a lot of kissing ass and him coming home to you with flowers that are all messed up from him swinging his way to you.

[abibliophobiaa]

Peter getting his wisdom teeth removed and just being super clingy and affectionate with reader, i love ur stuff btw :)))

thank you so much for this one! haha i love best friends to lovers with my whole heart. so hope you enjoy. 🤍🤍 only fluff ahead. fem!reader.

When Peter asks you to take him to get his wisdom teeth out, you’re more than willing to help. His Aunt May happened to be working a late shift last minute, leaving you to wait in the oral surgeon’s office as they take your best friend back into the operating room.

A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring down at his shoelaces intently.

“Did you know I have eight shoelaces? I guess I tied my shoes extra tight this morning.”

Double vision. That’s right.

“There’s two of you, too. Two is better than one, so they say.” He holds up two fingers in his excitement of seeing you, earning a giggle from the woman standing in the corner.

“Is he okay to go home?” You ask, moving closer to Peter. Snorting at the wads of gauze balled up in his mouth, garbling his speech.

“Yes, his surgery went great. The doctor gave a packet of what to expect during recovery. He should come back in a week or so to check up on his stitches, but other than that you are both good to go.”

At that, you gesture for Peter to get up off of the chair and grunt as he slams into your side. Feet very much that of a baby doe’s. Once he’s upright, you press into his side just to be extra safe and lead him toward the door the assistant opens for the two of you to pass through.

“Ha. There’s still two of you. Two of the prettiest person in the whole world.” He bops you on the nose, wrinkling his own in his laughter. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“Okay Casanova, let’s get you home.”

Getting him into the car proves to be interesting. He’s all gangly and floppy limbs. The sedation still making him unaware of his surrounding as you finagle him into the seat.

His legs remain on the outside of the car, fingers moving to turn the knob on the volume of the radio and raising it to an obscene volume as he shouts the words to the song through the cottony mouth he sports.

“But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not arounddddd…” He drums out the beat on the dashboard as you shove at his feet. “This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like thisss. Come back, be here. Come back—”

“Hey, hey. We don’t want to cause a public disturbance, now do we? Plus I think we should leave Taylor to do what she does best—”

You wave your hands in the air in your victory as you manage to get the rest of him inside the car and close the door shut.

“You know I met her, right? Nice lady,” he says as you drop down onto the driver’s seat and shift the car into drive.

“You mean Spider-Man met her.”

“Spider-Man. Schmider-Man. I’ll have you know I’m a great singer. Some people just don’t appreciate real talent when they hear it.” He pouts, reaching into his mouth to pluck the gauze from within his cheeks.

Your hand reaches out immediately to curl around his forearm. He stills. “You’re not supposed to take that out.”

“Oh. That’s right. I’m sorry.”

It’s the dejected tone in his voice that rips your heart down the middle as you pull into his Aunt’s driveway. You turn to look at him, noting the way his eyes roam your features.

“You gonna help me get you inside, big guy?”

His eyebrows waggle seductively at the ‘big guy’ comment and you don’t even want to know where his anesthesia addled mind runs off to. Can’t be anywhere good what with the way he’s eyeballing you like that. You chalk it up to him not being in his right mind and help him walk up the short distance to the home before leading him into his bedroom.

“Alright, into bed you go.”

“Trying to get me into bed, hmm, Daisy?”

Daisy for your favorite flowers growing up.

Your heart always skips when he says it—this time no exception. His sluggish smirk teases at the fact he recognizes the uptick as well. But you clear your throat and shove the emotions aside.

“Come on now.”

He does as told, lowering himself onto his back beneath the comforters. You manage to tug his shoes off as he cozies up and move to head back down the hall when he calls your name.

“Yes, Pete?”

“I’m tired. Can you come here?”

“It’s just the anesthesia. It’ll taper off,” you reassure him, hand gripping the doorframe.

His eyes go soft around the edges and you note the slight downturn of that full mouth. Groan and separate yourself away from the door as you climb into bed beside him. You both turn onto your sides, hands resting in between the two of you. His eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“No problem. Now try to get some sleep.”

He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable beside you. “Okay, okay. Night, Daisy. I love you.”

And then he’s out like a light. As if he never said those three words and left them suspended in the air between the two of you. You know it’s only the looseness of his lips due to what they’ve sedated him with, yet your mind races anyway.

You’ve felt something far outside the realm of friendship toward Peter for ages now. Months, really. The prospect of him ever feeling the same seems so unlikely. It doesn’t happen that way in real life, right? Not like in the stories or the movies where the best friends fall in love.

So you decide to shelve his words into a folder in your mind labeled “Not going to happen” and close your eyes.

When you wake, you’re a tangle of limbs with Peter. Legs intertwining. His thighs slotting between yours as he holds you from behind. Arm right around your waist. Cradling your back against his chest.

A slow, simmering nervousness begins to form low in your gut. This has certainly never happened before. And likely would not be happening were it not for the lingering after effects of his surgery.

“What’s wrong?” A voice asks from behind you, warm breath seeping against the back of your head.

“Uh…oh, I don’t know. We’re cuddling might be a start?”

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

That’s…new. Interesting.

You settle back against him, reaching over onto his night stand to grip your phone in hand. A picture of Peter with flowers in a halo around his head and a smile on his face greets you. Your profile is in the picture as well. Caught in a half laugh.

You notice the new text message from Aunt May and slide the phone open. Immediately earning the attention of Peter as he peers over your shoulder and notices you’ve sent a video of him to her. Plus the dozens of laughing face emojis she sent you in reply.

“What’s that?!”

“Oh, you mean your performance to all of New York in the key of screeching cat in a back alley?”

“Let me see that!”

He reaches around you to grab at the phone, earning a shriek from you as you flip over onto your stomach to hide the phone from him.

“I’m keeping this forever. You will not ruin this for me, Park—”

You break off into a fit of laughter as wiggling fingers catch your side and the phone shifts as you flip onto your back to shove at your fiendish, brown-haired attacker.

“You’re supposed to be resting!” You argue, shoving his thigh with your foot so he’s no longer hovering over you and instead slipping backward a bit further on the bed.

In his momentary lapse of attention, you grip the phone and slide it down your shirt. AKA, no man’s land for Peter Parker. He notices this, groaning as he falls foreword and rests his head against your thigh.

“How bad was I?”

“You thought you had eight shoelaces. You performed a beautiful rendition of Taylor Swift’s ‘Come Back…Be here.’ Was beautiful really. Really felt all the emotions with that one. Didn’t know Spider-Man was a Swiftie.”

He groans again. “You’re the one who played the ‘All too Well’ ten minute version so many times I ended up learning all the words. Just so happens the rest of the album is really good too. Sue me.”

“You also told me I was the prettiest girl in the world.” You bite your lip.

Might as well see where this goes.

His head lifts at this. “I mean, that one I could have told you while not under anesthesia.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Yeah? It’s just…you never have. Told me, I mean.”

His smile softens. Fingers curl around your wrist as he shifts his legs beneath him and settles down beside you. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” And then he’s the one burning up in the face. “Did I say anything else?”

“Nope. That was all.”

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

“You sure?” He asks.

Your head dips once. “Yup.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”

You curl your own feet beneath you. Sitting up in front of him. Your fingers toy with the leg of his shorts mindlessly.

“You know how I can drink and not really feel anything at all from it? Or how I heal ridiculously fast. Or just the fact my senses are enhanced overall?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

You glance up again, noting the way he’s looking at you.

All soft gazes and slow smiles. His morning sleepiness still clinging to those serene features. He’s so annoyingly handsome even like this. You fight the urge to reach your fingers forward and trace the line of his cheek. Just to see how it feels beneath your palm.

“When I asked you to lay down with me I felt ninety-nine percent myself.”

“Oh.”

“I…uh, love you, Daisy. Have for a while now honestly. You know it, don’t you?”

And maybe you have always known, in a way. Peter’s never said it so much as in words but in actions. His endless caring for you. The way he’s always there to lend an ear. The simple fact he’s the person you run to everything for. Your safe space. The brightest ball of light in human form to walk into your life.

“I love you, too, Pete.”

It’s not awkward. Lightning doesn’t crash down and strike you like you imagine it might. It’s almost normal. Nothing changes. Not really. There’s just a quiet understanding.

“So where do we go from here?” He asks.

“You go and gently brush your teeth. Because I want to kiss you, but you just got a few teeth removed from that stubborn head of yours. And then you get to ice your face all day and watch Netflix.”

“With you?”

“No, with your neighbor. Now go, go!”

Some time later, the two of you are sprawled out together watching endless episodes of your favorite TV show. You rest between Peter’s thighs, back against his chest as a laptop rests on your lap. Midway through an episode you turn your head and smile into Peter’s lips as they claim your own. Soft and inviting. Sweet and pliant beneath your own. He moves to press a kiss into your brow after, brushing a hair away from your cheek to tuck it behind your ear.

“Can I see the video you sent Aunt May now?”

“I will not accept kisses as bribery.”

“But can you be convinced?” He bats his eyelashes in jest.

“That is to be determined.”

He kisses you again. One, two, three times. A whisper of I love you against your skin.

“How about now?” He whispers.

You huff. “Fine, Peter Swift. Just know I warned you and I’m not deleting it ever.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daisy.”

[spider-stark]

INFINITELY YOU

part three // spitfire

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, minors DNI

WORD COUNT - 4.5k

// masterlist // series masterlist // send me your thoughts // no way home fan fiction // rewrite

name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker // tobey!peter = pete

On the walk back from Peter Pan’s, it seemed as though Parker had managed to entirely escape the sputtering awkwardness that had ensnared him the night before. 

And, after countless city blocks of listening to him babble about absolutely everything and anything, you realized that there was one very striking similarity between him and Peter. 

Both boys had a fervent interest in all things nerd. 

“New Hope takes place nearly two decades after the rise of the Galactic Empire, meaning that Leia is only nineteen when she's kidnapped and forced aboard the Death Star! Which is like, absolutely insane, right? Seriously! Imagine being nineteen years old and stuck inside of something that has the potential to obliterate an entire planet!” 

Shoving open the lobby door to your complex, Parker hardly even waits for you to hum your agreement before continuing his retelling of the Star Wars film. 

“And at the exact same time, Luke is finally beginning his Jedi training! Which, honestly, nineteen is actually super old for that, but-” 

Moving towards the stairs, Parker close on your heels, you cut him off with a question. “Too old? Nineteen is hardly even an adult,” you argue. “What age do most Jedi start training?” 

“About four or five, so obviously Luke was way behind,” 

Not even a full three stairs up, you come to a grinding halt, leaving Parker to bump into your back. “Four?!” You cry out, wide-eyed as you spin around to face him. “That’s insane!” 

Parker only lifts his shoulders, clearly not understanding the reason for your horror. 

Furthering your point, you add, “There’s nothing ethical about taking a bunch of little kids and training them to be weird, intergalactic warriors!” 

“It’s the best way to train them!” He lifts his hand defensively, explaining, “The earlier they start training, the less likely it is that the kids will have formed an attachment to their families! That way they learn to act out of logic instead of emotion!” 

For a heartbeat, you’re rendered entirely speechless by the absurdity of his claim, left to stand with your mouth agape as you blink at him. 

“That sounds like emotional abuse,” you finally huff, shaking your head. “Actually, scratch that—it doesn’t sound like emotional abuse, it just is!” 

“It’s not abuse-” 

You hold a hand up, stopping him before he can say anything else. “Give me one good reason why a group of adults should withhold love and affection from children if they aren’t abusing them.” 

“Uh, how about the fact that love is basically what made Anakin turn to the dark side!” Parker scoffs, clearly unwilling to recognize how insane the notion he was pushing actually is. 

“Or maybe Anakin turned to the dark side because he was indoctrinated and traumatized by some stupid space cult!” 

The expression on his face is downright laughable. 

It was as if you had just reached out and slapped him across the face. His jaw went slack, his mouth hung open in blatant offense. As a sputtering noise falls from his lips, trying and failing to come up with a good rebuttal, you smirk. 

“Exactly,” you boast, taking his inability to speak as a sign of victory. 

Twirling on your heel, you continue up the stairs, nearly all the way to the top before you finally hear him come stomping up behind you. 

“The Jedi Order is not a cult!” He finally shouts after you. 

Already traipsing through the hallway, fiddling with your keys, you sing-song, “Whatever you say, bug-boy.” 

Reluctant to admit defeat, Parker continues grumbling under his breath as you unlock the door, spouting something off about your lack of respect for George Lucas. 

“Look,” you tell him, pushing the door open, “if liking Star Wars matters this much to you, then I’ll gladly watch them with you.” A wry smile plays on your lips as you turn to look at him, standing in the doorway, “Maybe watching them will be enough to change my opinion on turning kids into galactic slaves.” 

Eyes narrowing in a playful glare, he’s only able to hold the expression for less than a few seconds before a laugh causes him to break character. “I just can’t believe that Peter hasn’t made you watch them already,” he admits. “I had you watch them so much that you could probably recite the scripts from memory alone!” 

His amusement dies off as soon as he finishes the sentence. Despite having been the one to bring it up, the mention of his world seems to cast a sullen shadow over him, ruining his sweet, boyish smile. 

Curiosity instantly claws at you, begging you to ask him why his world seemed to have such a negative effect on him. Or, rather, why his version of you seemed to have such an effect. 

This had happened last night too, when you had asked him if the two of you were friends in his world—and it was because of this that you assume that you’re somehow the common denominator in his discomfort. 

Still, you don’t let yourself ask him about it. For as much as you’re starting to like Parker, you don’t know him nearly well enough to try prying into his life. 

Not yet, at least. 

“Well, you’re more than welcome to force me into sitting through them in this world, too.” You tell him sweetly, sweeping an arm out to gesture inside of your apartment, inviting him. “It’s not like I’ve got any plans for the rest of the day.” 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you did have plans. Life had been so quiet since that last night with Peter and Mj—the night when everything went so horribly wrong. 

Parker sucks in a breath through his teeth, a hand coming to rest against the back of his neck. “I should probably get back out on the streets,” he reluctantly says, sounding more like he was convincing himself of that than you. “But, I don’t know, maybe we can take a rain check on it, yeah?” 

Disappointment washes over you, sudden enough that you’re sure it shines through on your face. It takes a shocking amount of willpower to stop yourself from trying to persuade him to stay, wanting to remind him that two other Spider-Men were already running themselves ragged in pursuit of the villains—so why did he have to go, too? 

You had grown used to his constant talking, having found solace in the chatter that kept you from slipping too far into your own thoughts. Selfishly, you wanted him to stay so that you wouldn’t have to be alone; so that you wouldn’t have to risk thinking too long about Doctor Strange or the multiverse or constants or Peter. 

The thought of admitting any of that out loud, however, felt incredibly humiliating. 

“For sure,” you force a smile, trying to ignore the many thoughts swirling in your mind. Then, eyeing the slightly too-tight Ramones shirt that he’d stolen from you, you add, “But shouldn’t you at least come in and change?” 

His nose wrinkles slightly as he shakes his head. “Nah—I think this city has more than enough spider-people swinging around it right now. I figure we might actually benefit from one of us patrolling on the ground-level, y’know? Maybe I can ask around for any giant lizards or blown light bulbs.” 

It’s hard to tell if the last bit is meant to be a joke or not, but you laugh anyway if only to avoid knowing why you should be worried about lizards and light bulbs. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you second his idea. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later then?” 

A surprising sense of joy lights his eyes at the sound of your hesitance, unfitting of the simplicity of the moment, but charming nonetheless. He grins—a wide and endearing sort of grin—as he takes a step back, “I won’t be gone long,” he promises before reminding you, “lock the door behind you, alright? And if you need anything-” 

He pauses, patting the pockets of his jeans only to remember that he didn’t bring a phone with him to this universe—and that, even if he did, there likely wasn’t a wireless plan good enough to support multiversal travel. 

“If you need anything, call 911.” 

“Got it,” you laugh, watching as he stumbles backwards towards the stairwell, cheeks red with faint embarrassment. 

Turning to go inside, you can’t ignore the warmth that now blooms in your chest. 

You could definitely get used to having him around. 

A peculiar sensation prickles at your skin, curling along your spine like icy fingertips. 

Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

The usually comfortable atmosphere of your apartment had shifted. An eerie tension fills the space, a near-suffocating feeling that has the very walls holding their breath, humming a tune of warning as you inch further into the living room. 

Your stomach twists as the sharp tang of exhaust fumes fills your nostrils. By the couch, a faint breeze rustles the curtains of a window, wafting in the nauseating scent of the city street below—a window that hadn’t been open when you left earlier. 

A mere foot or so away, you notice that the picture frame Parker had been fiddling with before is now lying on its face, having been knocked off the end table and abandoned. Atop the table, you notice that the lamp is sitting askew, its base just inches from tumbling over the edge and joining the frame. 

Someone had come in through your window—and it didn’t appear as though stealth had been very important to them, given that they had clearly stumbled into the table upon their entrance. 

Adrenaline floods your senses, your spine stiffening as you take a series of slow, quiet steps. 

Moving towards the corner, you carefully reach out a hand to grab the metal bat propped against the wall. The bat had been an unlikely housewarming present from when you first moved in, given to you by Peter’s mentor and your own reluctant renegade, Tony Stark. For nearly two years now it had sat in this corner, unused and gathering dust—until now. 

You wrap your fingers tightly around the base, wincing slightly as the rubber grip pulls at the still-healing flesh on your palm, making you curse yourself for not properly bandaging the wound last night. 

But you’re used to pain—and so you’re easily able to bite back against it as you ease through the living room, checking for any sign of the intruder's presence. 

As you walk, gripping the bat like your life depends on it, you can’t help but hear Tony Stark’s voice echo in your mind. 

If you’re gonna live alone, then you should have some sort of protection—he had told you, gently placing the cool steel into your hands for the first time, a ribbon tied sloppily around it—not that you need it. 

Satisfied with your search of the living room, you start easing towards the hall. You’re good at sneaking around, having had a lot of practice at it—every movement you make is calculated, every footfall so purposefully gentle that it’s nearly silent. 

Quiet as you were, you could do nothing to ease the sound of your blood thrumming wildly in your own ears, your heart pounding against your chest. 

The incessant beating worries you—because you know that there are people in the world with the unnatural ability to hear such things. Peter, even with his enhanced hearing, had to be close to someone in order to hear something as soft as their heartbeat; but you had heard rumors that there were others who could hear a pulse from miles away, others like the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

The thought makes your blood run cold, though you try to push the worries from your mind. From what you know, the Devil doesn’t have a habit of breaking into apartments, nor was Queen's his usual jurisdiction. 

No—what you were dealing with had to be no more than an average burglar! 

An average burglar who, somehow, scaled up the side of a building to break into your apartment… 

Alright—you think, approaching the end of the hall—perhaps it’s a not-so-average burglar, then! Still better than the Devil. 

Peeling one hand from the bat’s handle, you curl your fingers around the doorknob to the guest room, Parker’s room. You ease the door open slowly, trying to keep the old hinges from crying out as you peer into the space. 

The sweet scent of vanilla is the first thing that hits you, contrasted by the subtle bite of vetiver. 

Parker—the room smells of him, even though he had only been here for one night. 

On the bed, the quilt is rumpled and thrown about, pillows strewn about. The doors of the armoire are wide open, a few old shirts hanging over the edge of one of the shelves, no doubt from when he went digging through your clothes in search of something to wear. 

The room was messy, but empty. 

Your shoulders sag, half-a-breath loosing from your lungs. The relief is short-lived, however; as by the time you edge back into the hall to turn towards your own door, you’re overwhelmed with dread. 

If whoever broke in was still here, then this was the only place they could be—save for the bathroom, though you seriously doubt any burglar would have much interest in scouring through your toiletries… 

Easily, gracefully, you twist the knob, the metal yielding quietly to your careful touch. 

The curtains are tightly drawn, eradicating any trace of sunlight and leaving the room cloaked in shadows. But, even in the darkness, you’re able to see the rough outline of a figure sprawled out across your mattress. 

For a split second, you think of Parker’s advice to call 911, the weight of your phone suddenly heavy in your back pocket. 

You think of how you should follow that advice. 

You think about how fast you could run—if you would be able to reach the front door before they could catch up to you. 

But then you stop thinking, disregarding all logic and reason as you take a step into the room, as if drawn in by some invisible force. 

Remaining mindful of your surroundings, you slowly approach the edge of the bed. Squinting in the darkness, you try to study the body laid out atop your comforter. Watching the steady rise-and-fall of their chest, it suddenly hits you that, whoever they are, they’re asleep. 

Slinking around the corner and coming to stand at your bedside, you’re finally close enough that you can see them in spite of the absence of light. Crimson and blue spandex clings tightly to their arms as they cling one of your pillows to their chest, and you feel your entire body sag with relief as you loosen your grip on the bat. 

So this must be Peter 2. 

The fabric of his mask is bunched up and resting along the bridge of his nose, which is somewhat smushed against the pillow he’s holding, no doubt leaving him to breathe in the scent of laundry detergent and your perfume. 

Lower, you can make out the subtle contours of his jawline and the curve of soft, pink lips. Higher, you’re met with the impassive stare of then white lenses sewn into his mask. 

The lenses shield his eyes from your view, and a curious feeling begins to tug at the furthest corners of your mind. Take it off—it seems to whisper, compelling you to move in closer, your shins pressing against the side of the mattress—take it off. 

You grit your teeth and try to ignore the feeling, try to ignore the velvet-voice slithering through your mind; begging you to look at him, to touch him, to notice him, to-

Pain shoots along the side of your temple, likely in response to the sudden tightness in your jaw. It distracts you enough that you’re able to shake the strange feeling long enough to regain your focus—even if the remnants of it still linger. 

You shouldn’t be interested in him—you should be pissed at him. 

Not only had he broken into your house, which was already bad enough, but he had also climbed into your bed and made himself cozy! The absolute gall, the audacity he must have, has you allowing the tiniest sliver of rage to ignite inside of you. 

Both hands still gripping the bat, you lower it from where it rests against your shoulder to swiftly jab its head into his stomach. 

A cough sputters past his lips as the impact pushes the air from his lungs. 

You’re actually shocked that you landed the blow—in truth, you had expected his spider-sense to kick in and detect the incoming hit, waking him with just enough time to dodge the shot. But, apparently, his instincts had made the mistake of assuming that you were of no threat to him. 

“Morning sunshine,” you chime, your feigned cheerfulness set off by a sneer. 

He’s scrambling into an upright position, knees sinking into the mattress as he presses a hand against the sore spot you’d created on his stomach. “What the fu-” 

His voice is hoarse—from sleep or pain, you’re not sure—and he doesn’t finish the curse spewing from his mouth once his head shoots up towards you, as if finally registering the sound of your voice. 

“I don’t know what things are like in your world,” you muse, swinging your bat back to rest against your shoulder, “but in this one, breaking and entering is considered a crime.” 

He’s still catching his breath, and while those damn white lenses covering his eyes give so little emotion away, you assume that he’s going to apologize. It’s what Peter would do, and Parker, too. 

But not him. 

“Your friends said I could stay here,” he defends himself. Taking another deep breath and extinguishing the burning in his lungs, the lower-half of his face transforms into a defiant smirk. “It’s not breaking and entering if you were invited.” 

“And did they tell you to sleep in my bed, too?” You shoot back, brows rising in annoyance. “Word of advice: next time you’re invited to stay in a total stranger’s house, maybe try not to repay their kindness by crawling through their window.” 

He mocks you without missing a beat, “Word of advice: you live in a shitty neighborhood—if you don’t want people coming through your windows, you should try locking them.” 

“Ah, right! Cause the average person is definitely willing to scale the side of a building for the prospect of an unlocked window!” 

“You’re a pretty girl in a dangerous city,” he drones, lifting a shoulder as he meets your sarcasm with purposeful calm. “You’d be surprised what people would be willing to do for a chance at getting you alone.” 

The insinuation sends a shiver down your spine, but you mask your unease, flashing a smile that’s more predatory than sweet. “Aw,” you coo, “so you think I’m pretty?” 

He returns the expression, skillfully avoiding your derisive question. “I think you’re irresponsible—and a little cocky.” 

“Better to be cocky than a felon,” you remark. “Just spare my neighbors the acrobatics show next time, would you? Maybe try knocking on the door like a normal person! Preferably when you’re not dressed like… that.” 

It’s not that his suit wasn’t nice, because it was. But it lacks the advanced Stark-tech that makes Peter’s suit so uniquely sleek, meaning that it was likely safe to assume that no one in this world would mistake this boy for the real Spider-Man. 

Unless they were to catch him scaling up the side of your building… 

“I tried knocking.” he sounds exasperated, as if you are testing his patience. “You weren’t home.” 

You snort a laugh, wondering if he truly believes that is all the reason he needs to break into someone's home. 

“Then you should’ve waited until I got home,” 

“I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. I was too tired to wait.” 

“Then you should’ve slept in the alleyway with the rest of the strays,” you hiss at him, fingers tightening around the bat as your frustration builds. 

The sheer ferocity in your voice gives him pause, stunning him into silence. 

Then the corner of his mouth begins to twitch upwards, lazily grinning at you as if he actually enjoys the verbal onslaught. 

You can tell that he’s watching you through those white lenses, and his tongue darts over his bottom lip, you feel your breath catch in your throat. “Fine,” amusement dances in his tone as he raises his gloved hands, “fair enough.” 

For a moment, no sound comes from your parted lips, leaving you to stand there gaping at him until you remember how to speak. “Fair enough?” You echo, shaking your head slightly. “That’s all you’ve got? No apology?” 

He moves, forcing you to take a step back as he shoves his legs over the side of the bed and rises to his feet. He’s not as tall as Parker, but he still stands an inch or so higher than you, making it hard to not feel intimidated as he stares down at you, your own face staring back from the reflection of his lenses. 

“Better not push your luck, Spitfire,” 

He’s baiting you—he has to be! Using a stupid nickname to get under your skin, to try and prod further at your short temper. And it’s working—god, you hate how much it’s working!—because you find yourself contemplating putting his superhuman durability to the test by whacking him over the head with your bat. 

“By the way,” he says before you have a chance to act on your intrusive thoughts, pointing at your hands, “you’re bleeding.” 

As if his words switch a flip in your head, you’re suddenly aware of the acute throbbing in your palm. You loosen your grip on the bat, letting it clatter recklessly to the floor as you hold your hand out to examine it. 

Unsurprisingly, the rubber handle managed to tear open the barely-healed cut on your palm, courtesy of your too-tight grip on it. You hiss through your teeth, watching as blood oozed from the cut, dripping down towards your wrist. 

Slipping past you, the boy only half-manages to stifle his laugh. “You should probably take care of that.” 

He’s already slipping out into the hall by the time you regain enough awareness to follow after him, gritting your teeth against the pain. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” 

“To the other room,” he calls over his shoulder. Once he’s standing in front of Parker’s door, he spins back around to face you, his snarky expression still in-tact. “Where I’m hoping you won’t follow me.” 

Everything about him causes your blood to boil—his grating voice, his insolent attitude, his stupid soft lips. 

“Would it kill you to be nice to me?” You exclaim, your voice strained with pain as you try to wrap your hand in the lower half of your shirt. 

It takes no-time for blood to start seeping through the thin material, and you certainly don’t look intimidating like this—the lower half of your abdomen on display as you try to apply whatever pressure you can to the wound—but you don’t care. 

“I don’t have to let you and Parker stay in my house—I’m doing it because I’m nice, alright? And, so far, you’ve been nothing but a dick!” 

The thin fabric of his mask shifts, brows furrowing at the mention of Parker. Unlike Peter, however, he doesn’t bother commenting on the nickname. “Nice isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe you. Especially since you’re the one calling me names.” 

The levity in his tone makes you want to scream—what was his deal?! 

You press harder against your bleeding palm, your breathing turning shallow. You’re not sure if it’s frustration or pain or what, but you feel like your head is spinning. “Look, I don’t know you, alright? But this? Isn’t gonna work,” you bark at him, chin lifted defiantly as you stare into his mask, unrelenting. “If you plan on staying in my house, then you’ll get your shit together—got it?” 

His head tilts, curiously watching as you continue your frantic speech. 

“No crawling in through my windows or sleeping in my bed or smarting shit off! And take off that stupid mask!” You huff, shaking your head. “Or, I don’t know, pull it down the rest of the way! Just do something because you look stupid like that!” 

The words are spewing from your mouth like a torrential downpour, fueled by the rage swirling in your stomach and the throbbing in your hand and—

He laughs, a genuine laugh that isn’t born of derision, and you feel your racing thoughts slow to a halt. “You should work on your insults,” reaching for the nape of his neck, he tugs his mask off. “Because that was pathetic.” 

It’s no longer just your thoughts that have slowed, but the entire world. Everything around you feels like it has come skidding to a stop—leaving you staring up at him like a dumbfounded idiot. 

He’s beautiful—a commonality among Peter’s variants, it seems. 

He’s smirking, an infuriatingly charming smirk that lets you know he has no intention of listening to your demands for him to silence his quick wit. But you’re not focusing on that—no, you’re focusing on the features that had been hidden from you this whole time; his dark hair, tousled from removing his mask, falls in a chaotic halo around his face, contrasting the vibrance of his eyes. 

His eyes. 

They leave you breathless, and you hate it. Colored with the deepest cerulean you’ve ever seen, his eyes feel like staring into the depths of a crystalline ocean. You can almost feel yourself getting swept up in their tides, feel them enveloping you in a feeling of familiarity, as if this wasn’t the first time you had been pulled into their ebbing waters. 

“Have we–” your mouth has gone dry, your voice cracking. “Have we met before?” 

It’s a ridiculous question, and you recognize that even as it’s spilling from your lips. You couldn’t have met him before—not when the two of you weren’t even from the same universe! 

He seems to be thinking the same thing, and you’re already preparing to take the full force of whatever smartass comment he’s about to fling at you. “I’ve met you,” he says simply, taking you by surprise. Then he inclines his head towards your still-bleeding hand, “You should patch yourself up before you stain the carpet.” 

You look down at your hand, at the hem of your shirt, soaked in blood. 

“But just so I know,” you look back up, his body half-turned towards the door, his fingers resting against the knob, “if Peter and Parker are already taken, then who does that make me?” 

You have to force yourself to take a breath. “What did I call you in your world?” He’s silent for a moment, staring at the floor and chewing on his lip. Then, pushing the door to Parker’s room—their room—open, he smiles.

“Pete.”

a/n - ayyy, pete's finally here! and, ofc, lots of other little important details sprinkled around as well.

also, i really wanna say thank you to everyone who has been reading and enjoying this story so far! it truly means the world to me to read all of the nice comments and to know that you guys are interested in this story! so, again, thank you 💖 as always, please comment/like/reblog and let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist!

part four, titled "blooms of subterfuge", to be released april 29th

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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.

[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?”

-

“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?”

-

“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!”

-

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

[spideyzgirl]

love’s magic 🪄

A/N: are we feeling this? lmk

summary: you cook up a potion to get peter to fall in love with you; why isn’t he falling for you like he should?

warnings: a lot of sciency talk (i died writing it), witch!reader??? angst, fluff, a tiny tiny bit of stony

pairing: peter parker x reader

wc: 2578

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peter enters the lab to find you at your regular spot at your table. you look up and smile upon his arrival. “hi peter, i made love!”

“you did what now?” peters eyebrows shoot up at your statement.

“i made a love potion!” you squealed, holding up a tiny vial filled to the brim with a reddish-pink hue. you shook the vial and watched with pride as the glittery liquid swirled around.

right off the bat, peter had a million questions. none of which he would ask, because he didn’t want to come off as jealous.

“that’s… wow! does it work?” peter forced a smile.

“don’t you see the two rats making out on my desk?” you gesture towards the clear container that sure enough, held smooching rats.

“yes i do, and it’s really unnerving.” peter frowned.

“we should probably turn around and give them some privacy.” you nod.

you shake the vial once again and smile at peter. “well? what do you think? you haven’t said anything yet…”

peter takes it from you to shake it around for himself, watching concoction swish inside. he can feel the jealousy growing stronger. “yeah, it’s cool.” peter gives a small smile, trying his best not to infringe on your achievement.

“just cool? peter, i’ve been through months of trial and error to finally perfect this thing. “cool” is all you have for me? i mean, this is super intense! when consumed, it’ll flood your brain with pleasure inducing chemicals. i’m talking dopamine, oxytocin- any love hormone you can think of. not only does it affect the neurotransmitter process, but it also has a powerful affect on the brains reward system.”

“i have a reward system in my brain? that sounds awesome, what is that? what does it do?” he beamed. peter loves when you get enthusiastic about science. he doesn’t understand half of what you’re saying, yet he listens and nods intently anyway. he adored seeing you so excited about your passion.

“the reward system is what drives us to seek out food, water, and other necessary things for survival. when someone ingests the love potion, the brain starts to recognize the object of their affection as a necessary part of their survival, which causes them to crave that person in a similar way to how they would crave food or water. so, is it still just cool?” you smirk, knowing you’ve piqued his curiosity.

“no, it’s amazing! it’s also kind of scary. i’m really happy you had your breakthrough.” peter offers a smile and looks off to the side.

“but what? i’m open to criticism.”

“well, i’m just wondering who you made it for. you must really like this person, if these are the lengths you’ll go for them…” he scratches his head.

“i made it for me.” you reply simply.

peters heart drops at your answer. “why, are you trying to fall in love or something?” he nervously chuckled.

“i’m already in love. i’m just not so sure he’s in love with me.” you sigh dejectedly.

really, you made it for peter, but you weren’t about to tell him that. you’ve had feelings for him for far too long now, and the need for him to be yours was overbearing. your subtle hints might’ve been too subtle for peter, and you didn’t have a drop of courage for you to be forward either. so you did what you do best.

“you couldn’t have just… talked to him? did you really have to go to such an extreme measure?”

your eyes widen slightly, the tone of his question threw you off. “wait you don’t think this is weird do you?”

“no! i’m just saying, all those months you spent creating a potion could’ve been used to actually talk to this person, you know?”

“i guess you’re right.. maybe i shouldn’t have done this then?” you look at the potion as you think.

“no you totally should’ve! you’ve done something incredible here, don’t be ashamed!”

“no, it’s okay. i know i’m probably way in over my head. but, there’s just so many times you can drop hints to someone so oblivious.” you shrug with a smile.

“who is this idiot anyway? i can’t believe he pushed you to such a point.”

“oh, you know. just a guy. he’s usually not so dumb.” you stifle a laugh as you answer.

“oh come on, i don’t get to know who it is? that’s lame.” he playfully shoved you.

“you’ll find out when we’re together.” you smile in a way that told peter your lips are sealed.

“alright, i’m holding you to that,” he hands you the vial “i’ve gotta run soon, but good luck with your.. guy.”

“thanks,” you pull him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocates. you’re not sure why you did it, but it felt right. you get butterflies when his hand gradually moves to your lower back. you wanted to think he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could get before you stopped him.

“oh god.” peter gasped, his hold on you slightly loosening.

“what? what is it?” you pull away while your hands rest on his forearms.

“the rats are having sex, y/n. why are they doing that?”

“i feel like that’s pretty self explanatory. they don’t call it a love potion for nothing you know.” you wink.

“you didn’t know that would happen, did you?” he laughed.

“nope. i did not. but it’ll be fine! i’m not gonna go that far, if that’s what you’re worried about.” you tried to hide your smile at his concern.

“good. but what if your potion works a little too well? what if this guy can’t control himself? what if he goes so crazy over you he’ll try to hurt you?” peters grip on you tightened as he spoke, you didn’t even know he was still holding on.

“oh, he’d never. he would never hurt me in a million years. there’s nothing to worry about, this is safe, i promise. but thank you for worrying about me.”

“you know i always got you.” and it’s true. peter cares you so much, he’s willing to push you into the arms of another guy if it makes you happy, even if it kills him inside.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

later that night, peter found himself being lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. just as you set a fresh tray of them on the counter, peter was instantly behind you.

“ooh, cookies? don’t mind if i do!” peter quickly snatches a cookie and bites into it, humming at the delicious taste.

“peter no! those cookies are…” you trailed off, wondering why you were warning him, when the cookies were for him after all. “are… fresh out of the oven! they’re piping hot, don’t you wanna wait for them to cool?” you smile nervously, watching him carefully for any minor changes.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. they’re just too good. are they homemade?”

you nod, watching with worried eyes as he shoveled two more into his mouth. “okay, maybe you should slow down? i don’t want you to get a tummy ache..”

“i’ll be alright,” he shrugged. “besides, i’ll have you to take care of me.”

your heart flutters at the statement, and you try your best to hide your smile.

peter frowns slightly and hums. “hey, these kind of taste sparkly.”

“it must be starting to kick in,” you mumble to yourself. “are you feeling alright? come here.” you place your hands on his cheeks on his face to check his temperature, but he feels normal. while you wanted the spell to work, you still wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.

“please, just don’t eat anymore cookies? you’ve had more than the necessary amount of doses.”

“doses?” his head slightly fell to the side.

“uh, why don’t we let the cookies cool? i bet they’ll taste even better then.” you ignored him.

“oh, okay. so tell me. what’s the secret ingredient?”

you smile, seizing your opportunity. “love.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it didn’t take long for you to doubt the success of your potion. it should’ve taken effect within the first few minutes consumed. it’d been 4 hours since peter ate the cookies, and you haven’t seen him since.

either the spell wasn’t working, or it killed him.

if the spell was working though, the effects didn't seem to be as powerful as you’d anticipated. you began to wonder if all of your hard work had been for nothing.

“peter, you better be dead,” you huffed as you checked the time on your phone again. “i knew i should’ve tested this on steve and tony.”

then you decided, maybe all hope wasn’t lost. perhaps you needed to put in a bit of effort on your end. you were a bit on the shy side, it wouldn’t hurt to take initiative from time to time.

you texted peter to meet you in your room and in no time, he strolled inside taking a seat by you on your bed.

“what’s up?” he greets you.

“nothing, just look at me.” you stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of interest in you.

peter blinks and rubs his eyes. “shit, i lost. you never let me win.”

“what? we weren’t- you know, what never mind. just come closer.”

peter obliged, and you embraced him in a tight hug. “how does this feel? pretty intimate, right?”

“warm, cozy, everything a y/n hug should be.” he sighed

you groan and let go of him. “so you don’t feel anything at all?”

peter looks at you for a moment and thinks. your heart beats faster. this is it, he’s going to say everything you’ve been dying to hear for the past year.

“well… i’ve had this awful cramp in my calf lately. i’m just not sure what to do. what do you suggest?” he asked simply.

your heart sank. it seemed that all your efforts had been in vain. you spent so much time and energy making this potion, and for what? it didn't seem to have any effect on peter.

“that’s not what i mean! why didn’t it work? i’ve been trying for months!” you rest your forehead on your knees, unable to stop the tears from rolling.

“woah, what’s going on?” peter frowned, placing a hand on your back. but you don’t answer.

you couldn't help but feel defeated. you put so much of yourself into this project, and now it seemed like a complete failure. not only were you unsuccessful with your potion, but the boy you were hopelessly in love with didn’t take even a slight romantic interest in you. the realization was like a punch to the gut.

“what’s it gonna take for you to want me? i’m asking you now, because i can’t seem to figure it out for the life of me! i go as far as making a love potion just to get you to like me and it still won’t fucking work? i can’t do this for much longer! i spent months working on that potion,” you spat out, your voice quivering with rage. “i researched every ingredient, every spell, and every technique. so i would love for you to tell me, what it is about me that repels you?”

you’re almost panting from the anger, though it wasn’t directed towards peter. you wiped at the tears, but they kept coming.

peter was stunned with your outburst. it was definitely a lot to process. selfishly, the only thing he took from that was that you liked him. the same girl he’d been pining after for years was finally reciprocating. peter spent so much time dreaming about this moment but he never thought it would actually happen.

he mouth went ajar as he stammered, failing to form a coherent sentence. you never yelled at him before, he didn’t know how to react. all he could manage was, “you made that potion… for me?”

“yes,” you utter feebly, avoiding his eyes. “but it doesn’t matter anymore. we can just pretend this didn’t happen. my potion didn’t work, and you’re just not into me.”

“no. i can’t do that,” he shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “not when i finally know you feel the same way about me.”

you look at him, confusion evident on your face.

“i’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date, but i couldn’t after you told me you were making a love potion for someone else. do you know how much that crushed me?”

“and you didn’t stop me?” you fought a smile.

“i couldn’t. you were so excited about the spell working, about the person you were gonna use it on. i didn’t wanna ruin it for you because i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile shyly, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “we’re so stupid.”

“no kidding. i can’t believe you made a potion instead of telling me you like me.”

“i can’t believe you told me to go be happy with someone who isn’t you.” you playfully bump into him, and he takes your arm gently, keeping you close.

“you’ll never hear it again.” his eyes are locked on your lips while his other hand delicately grips your chin, pulling you closer and closer until your lips meet.

your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the moment. it was an explosion of sensation, your bodies coming together in a perfect harmony that felt like it had been brewing for months. it wasn't just a kiss, but an emotional release that had been building for years. you couldn't get enough of each other, your lips moving against the others in perfect union.

you both reluctantly pulled apart, breathless, knowing that nothing between you would ever be the same again; you were perfectly fine with that.

“holy shit.” you gasp.

“what happened?”

“i think i know why my potion didn’t work on you. you were already in love with me, so of course it wouldn’t work on you! i’m not a failure after all.”

“of course you’re not. i can’t get those rats out of my mind. i think in pictures, so you can imagine how horrible this is for me.” he shook his head.

you gasp again, standing up so fast you see spots. “i left the cookies out!”

“it’ll be fine. just stay here with me. we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?” he winked.

“you haven’t figured it out yet? the love potion is in the cookies!”

“wait, are you serious?” he frowned.

you rolled your eyes and dragged him towards the kitchen. you cursed when you found that all of the cookies were gone.

“oh god. this could be bad.” you wince.

just then, steve sprinted through the kitchen with tony hot on his trail. “come back you coward! you can’t escape my love, no matter how fast you run!” tony yelled after him.

peter covered his mouth as he laughed, and your jaw dropped.

“that right there was an immediate call for an antidote.” you immediately turned to leave.

peter looked to the side in horror, to see thor in a full heated make out with his hammer. “please hurry,” he shuddered. “that’s image number three unfortunately seared into my brain today.”

you turn your attention to thor and shrug. “i honestly think that would’ve happened with or without the potion.”

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[dont-feel-so-good-peter]

Hey so I just graduated and was wondering if I could request Peter Parker X Reader where you and Peter are celebrating graduating and if you’re comfortable with it. things get spicy and Peter’s like “I’ve got a graduation present for you”😏

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐖𝐇 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐎𝐌, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Word count: 15K+ because I can’t help myself and I’m excited to write another character besides the moon boys. I love the moon knight but it get’s tiring writing for them after a while.

Note: I’m sorry this is long but I’m just excited to write for peter, he’s one of my favorite characters. And this one shot has probably become one of my favorite by far besides pretty when you cry (marc spector x reader)

—GRADUATION FINALLY CAME. The threats had passed, the multiverse wasn't broken and Peter was able to keep his friends and family. He was safe but most importantly, Peter was safe with you. Throughout the months of being blamed for Mysterio's death, Peter sought Wanda Maximoff to help him with a spell to make everyone forget he was ever Spider-Man but wanted everyone in his life who already knew to keep the same knowledge.

And with that spell from the Scarlet Witch, it had worked more than he hoped for. Peter got to keep his life as Spider-Man as everyone forgot (besides the people he wanted to know) and the whole Mysterio situation passed. And now, he got to graduate with his friends Ned and MJ, and of course, graduate with the one he loves the most. You.

Peter never thought he would be able to see the day when he was going to graduate with you once the Mysterio situation happened but thanks to the Scarlet Witch, Peter graduated top of his class and got a scholarship to MIT. Everything felt right in the world, perhaps in another universe, he would have had asked Doctor Strange for help. Perhaps it would have gone the same way as the spell Wanda conjured for Peter or perhaps —the spell would have harmed him in more ways than ever.

Perhaps he would have lost everything in another universe. But in this universe, Peter got what he wanted and he was grateful for Wanda for allowing this life to happen. And with that found appreciation, Peter was being more loving than ever with you.

Peter pulled you closely as the graduation hats were tossed in the air. His hands were firmly on your waist as he lowered his head to kiss your plump lips. The echoing sounds of cheering and yells of the completion of five years of high school (because the blip made them repeat the year much to everyone's dismay) seemed to disappear.

Peter couldn't be more grateful to graduate with you and his best friends. He opened his eyes and stared at your twinkling [color] eyes as you gazed back at him in adoration. He felt like he was in a dream; that all of this was too good to be true. That this wasn't supposed to happen, but this moment has happened. He was grateful to be in a universe where he could be happy.

"Ew, okay. You two lovebirds, get a room." MJ called out with disgust as she stood in front of you with crossed arms as Ned had a wide smile on his lips. "We barely graduated and you two can't get your hands off each other already. I don't want to be a godmother at eighteen."

"Who made you the godmother?" You questioned, teasingly as you turned around with your hands on your hips, tilting your head at the sarcastic girl.

"Duh, me. I'm your best friend, who else would be the godmother of your children?" MJ playfully rolled her eyes as she smiled at you.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe. . .Betty?"

MJ rolled her eyes as she gave you a blank expression. "Okay, yeah. Whatever." She scoffed turning around as her family came to greet her and congratulate her.

"Okay but I'm going to be the godfather, right?" Ned questioned as he walked into the aisle where you and Peter stood, waiting for May and your family to come find you both.

"Of course." Peter countered with a frown. "Who else would be the godfather of our children? Not that we're having any because that's too much responsibility and I can barely take care of myself."

"You're right but I bet if the spell that Ms. Scarlet Witch didn't work, Flash would have loved to be the godfather." Ned joked with a small smirk playing on his lips.

To that, Peter groaned as you chuckled at his groaning. To another effect that Peter was grateful for the spell was that Flash didn't know he was Spider-Man because that was torture. Peter wasn't sure as well if the book Flash wrote about their "friendship" was erased or not, he would have to ask Wanda about that whenever she would come around. Perhaps soon because he invited her to the graduation as he heard as well what happened in West View and to her children.

You glanced around as you looked over your shoulder. You waved your hand around as you shouted, "over here!"

Peter turned around to see indeed, Wanda did come but she had a disguise on. A regular baseball cap and a hoodie over her head. To him, it wasn't the best disguise but he was grateful that she did come. "Wanda!" He beamed happily as Wanda walked up to him with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it. I didn't know if you were coming or not."

"Well, you have been non-stop texting me about your graduation." Wanda countered with a small chuckle.

Your eyes widened gazing at Wanda herself as a smile widely played on your lips. "Oh! You came." You outstretched your arms and wrapped them around her neck. Leaning down against the shell of her ear, you whispered, "thank you for making this possible."

Wanda rubbed the middle of your back as she nodded. "You're welcome." She pulled away and turned to Peter, pulling him in for a hug as she whispered in his ear, "thank you for constantly checking up on me."

"Of course, you got me the life I wanted," Peter whispered back as he pulled away. "And thank you for picking out my suit for me."

"How could I not? You were spamming with video calls and wouldn't let me go for two hours." Wanda joked as she shook her head. Her eyes averted around the crowd with a nervous expression. "I must go but thank you for inviting me. Congratulations to the both of you."

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Peter frowned as his fingers interlaced with yours. His heart ached from the witch because everything he got was because of her. And he wanted to make sure she was okay. To make sure she was going to be okay without her children. "We're going to have a dinner over at MJ's house. You're more than welcome to come, Wanda."

A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she shook her head. "Thank you but as long I'm around, people will get hurt. I'd rather not have another West View situation. Thank you again for inviting me."

You frowned as Wanda turned around and left, disappearing within the crowd. "I wished she stayed longer. She seems. . .so sad. Do you think she was imagining her children graduating?" You softly asked, lifting your head to look at Peter.

He shrugged as he gazed down back at you. "Maybe, I'll keep spamming her to make sure she's okay because it doesn't seem like anyone else is doing that for her."

You nodded encouragingly, you parted your lips to speak but you were interrupted as May came through along with Happy and Morgan. A camera resided in her hands as she smiled widely at the two of you. "Finally! God, it took us a while to find you both." May said with a deep sigh as she wiggled the camera in the air. "Get close you two, I want pictures."

"Awe, come on, May," Peter whined. "It's hot out here, can't we take pictures at MJ's house?"

May shook her head. "Nope, we're taking pictures here then at MJ's house. Now come on, you two. Hug each other." She gestured with two fingers.

Peter chuckled as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you in. His cheek rested against the side of your head as a big smile spread across his lips. You gazed at the camera happily, throwing a peace sign. But unknowingly, behind you were Ned and MJ making funny faces at the camera.

Peter Parker was lucky and he wanted his luck to go on longer as he had more planned for you.

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You stride across MJ's room as MJ laid on her bed watching you. You were fixing your dress, tugging at the hem of the blue velvet dress. You glanced in the mirror seeing a smirk tug on her lips. "What?" You nervously called out as you fixed the broken necklace that Peter gave you on the trip to London, that almost ended in a disaster —thanks to Mysterio.

"You barely dress up and you look sexy," MJ commented shamelessly. She was wearing a mid-thigh white dress with lacing on the bottom of the dress as she wore white high-top converses. Her hair was nicely done as it was straightened. "Are you dressing up because we graduated or. . .are you going to get some with Peter?"

"W. . .What?" You called out nervously as you gazed back at yourself in the mirror. The dress was shorter than you expected, May picked it out with your mother. You were surprised that they picked out a dress this revealing. The curve of the dress went between the valley of your breast as it hugged in the right spots of your curves; promptly showing your breast off perfectly.

Peter didn't see the dress as you had the graduation gown on zipped up all day, afraid of what he might say because he has never seen you wear something like this. And Michelle knew this, that's why she rolled her eyes, scoffing. "We know you're both not virgins because you told me that magical night in Venice. But, has anything else happen after that?"

"Uh, not really. I mean, we've done it multiple times after but it's. . .kind of vanilla?" You admitted, closing your eyes at the confession as you scratched the back of your head. "Don't get me wrong, I love making love with Peter but. . ."

"You want something more than that, right?" MJ conjured out your thoughts perfectly making you nod. She sighed, slinging her legs off the bed and walking over to you. Her taller frame peered over you as she grabbed a hairbrush and brushed your hair. "Have you ever talked to him about wanting more than vanilla sex?"

"It's come up like two weeks ago but that's when we were dealing with the whole Mysterio situation." You rambled, anxiously fiddling with your broken necklace as you sighed heavily. "But I didn't get this dress. May and my mom did."

MJ rose her eyebrows as she put down the brush, turning you around. "You're telling me they got you this dress?" You nodded. "May and your mom want you get some."

You scoffed, hitting her shoulder as she let out a small laugh. "Whatever. It's not like he's going to do anything with me during this party. It's a family party." You empathize with raised eyebrows. "And we're all spending the night here. The four of us here, Peter isn't going to make a move while we're here."

"God, I'd hope not because you're not having sex in my room." MJ scrunched her nose as she made a fake gagging sounds.

"Shut up." You pushed her shoulder as the two of you laughed.

"Girls! Come on down! The party is about to start!" May shouted from downstairs.

You sighed, looking back in the mirror again. You felt an arm loop through yours as you soothed out your dress one last time. Glancing back at MJ, she gave you a smirk to help ease your nerves. "If Peter doesn't do something, I will intervene." MJ joked as she walked you towards the door.

"Oh, yeah?" You deadpanned as you walked through with her. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll steal you away from Peter, simple." MJ shrugged jokingly and you let out a laugh, descending down the stairs with her. A newfound confidence because you never wore something this revealing around Peter and you weren't sure how he was going to react.

Peter narrowed his eyes at his drink along with Ned. His nose scrunched up at the smell as he got a whiff of it. Your mom sneakingly gave them alcohol as a congratulation for graduating. He wasn't too keen on drinking nor did he care for drinking. "I don't like alcohol," Peter commented, swirling the drink around.

"Oh, come on. We never tried it before." Ned replied, bringing the drink closer to his mouth as he hesitated to take a drink. His lips parted as Peter stared with rose eyebrows, watching Ned take a sip. And immediately, Ned started coughing up as his eyes squinted from the taste. "Nope, never mind. Don't try it."

Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Where's MJ and [Name]? They're taking a while up there."

"They're right there. . ." Ned trailed off as his eyes widened.

"What?" Peter jerked his head in the direction where Ned was looking at. His hands almost lost their grip on his cup as his eyes widened. His eyes lingered on you as you stopped with MJ at the doorframe, talking with her. He noticed your cheeks blushing, the curve of your body as the blue velvet dress hugging your body. The curving of the dress between your breast, cupping them perfectly.

Peter saw the broken necklace hanging between the valley of your breast. The dress went above mid-thigh and the plump of your thighs was shown off beautifully. His Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly brought the cup of alcohol to his lips and drank most of it in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes as he started coughing from the burning sensation as it hit his throat.

You turned your head towards his direction with nervousness but worried. "Are you okay?" You said, letting go of MJ's arm as you made your way to Peter.

Peter gave you a thumb's up as he kept nodding, coughing out his lungs as his pale cheeks turned red. "That's. . ." He coughed again, hitting his chest. "A pretty dress. You-You, look nice, yeah. Yeah. . ."

MJ rolled her eyes from beside you as she crossed her arms. "Nice? She looks sexy."

Peter frown. "Hey, I'm only allowed to call her that."

MJ gave him a blank expression. "Then why didn't you call her that, then?"

Peter stays silent as he parted his lips to say something but the noise came out as his eyes lingered to yours. His eyes trailed down to stare at your breast, momentarily. "You. . .you look. . .sexy." He grimaced at his words, shaking his head.

"Yeah, nice one." Ned snorted, bringing the red cup to his lips, needing a drink for the second-hand embarrassment.

Disappoint filled your eyes for a moment. A brief moment but it was enough for Peter to catch that disappointment. You wanted him to admit that you looked sexy in your dress but you knew he was shy. There was nothing you could do about how shy Peter Parker was.

"Thank you, Peter." You leaned close to his face and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to greet people, I'll be back."

Giving him one last glance, then a glance at MJ, you walked away without saying a word. MJ had her arms crossed, shaking her head as she sighed heavily. "Really, dude?"

"What?" Peter questioned, his pale cheeks still burning as his eyes lingered on your plump ass, watching you disappear into the kitchen. "What did I do?"

"Duh-Duh, y-you l-look s-sexy." MJ mocked with deadpanned eyes. "Seriously? You couldn't do it without stuttering? You're Spider-Man yet you don't have a single ounce of confidence in your weird bones."

"Hey, yes I do." Peter glared at her, huffing as he brought his cup near his mouth again. "Of course I do, it's just weird to say she looks. . .sexy in front of you guys."

"But she did look hot, dude," Ned commented with a shrug.

"Dude," Peter warned, glaring at him. "Don't say that about my girlfriend."

"Sorry, she looks hot platonically," Ned replied sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink. He scrunched his nose up and handed the drink to Peter. "You're going to need this because it's going to be a very long day. And you won't find the time to get in her dress."

    Peter grumbled as MJ agreed with Ned and he took the drink out of Ned's hand. And he indeed, started drinking the alcohol. He scrunched his nose at the taste but he took in the taste because he couldn't be at the party sober without the lingering thought of fucking you against the table.

    Peter wasn't sure how many drinks he chugged down. He lost count after the fifth cup, he knew his tolerance from his spider abilities would subdue the alcohol but for that very reason; he drank a lot. His eyes would wander to yours as MJ's parents tried to talk to him about MIT. His leg shook from nerves as he rested a pillow on top of his lap.

    The strain underneath his black slacks grew uncomfortable. Peter couldn't help but to gaze at your plump ass. The blue velvet fabric hugged perfectly around your ass and for that, he decided that blue velvet was his favorite color. But he couldn't stop the memory of disappointment flickering in your eyes when he awkwardly called you sexy.

    Peter knew he wasn't the best at compliments like that. Especially calling you sexy or hot; that was never his thing but hearing Ned call you that "platonically" made something stir in him. He remembered something two weeks ago where you asked him about what he thought about spicing it up in the bedroom but he was so caught up in the Mysterio business and the pressure of stress that he shrugged it off.

    Peter, of course, thought about spicing up sexual acts in the bedroom. Of course, he thought about fucking you on a roof, letting the city of New York hear his girlfriend screaming out his name. For everyone to know that you belong to Spider-Man.

    To see his webs, crafted around your wrist. Pinning you against the headboard as his cock was inside of you deeply. To see tears fall from your pretty eyes as you sobbed his name, cock drunken for more. To see his costume on you as he fucks you from behind.

    There were too many fantasies that Peter wanted with you. But the most prominent one had to be to see you in lingerie with thigh-high stockings with a cute little red bow at the top. How often he would fantasize about that very image in his mind. Peter wanted that, desperately he did.

    "So, Peter." MJ's dad called out with a head tilt, catching Peter's attention again as Peter had trouble looking away from you. "What are you going to study?"

    "Awe, there are too many subjects I would love to major in." Peter began with a huge smile as he hugged the pillow closer to his lap, ignoring how his cock kept tightening. He really needed to stop glancing over at you. "Like-Like, uh. . .physics, chemistry, engineering but mainly, I think it would fall on biophysics. Maybe I'll be a double major if I get a high enough scholarship."

    "I heard the Stark Scholarship can fund whatever major you want but they only pick ten people to fund."

    Peter tried to ignore the ache in his heart hearing about Tony. It had been months since his death but sometimes; his nightmares would constantly show Tony. The major guilt he felt tremendously weighed on him but he was thankful for Tony as well because Tony allowed him to live this life. To be with you. And to go to college.

    "I know. We're all trying to get into the scholarship program with our invention." Peter warmly smiled as he talked about it. But once again the conversation fell on death's ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you dropped something that your mother was trying to hand you. You bent down and your ass got rounder, on full display to Peter's view.

    Peter thickly swallowed and felt his cock twitch underneath his pants. He couldn't handle not being able to do anything at all anymore. He brought the rim of the red cup to his lips and drank the contents quickly. The tenth drink of alcohol tonight and he was definitely starting to feel something.

    His mind began to become hazy as his fingers drummed against the cup; almost completely ignoring MJ's dad as he talked about the great opportunities of the Stark Scholarship. A weird, drunken feeling washed over Peter as he watched you excuse yourself from your mother and May.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones but I'm going to get another drink real quick." Peter apologized, quickly standing up and turning away from Michelle's dad before he saw his boner. Peter grew restless as his mind could only think of one thing, you, as he made his way to the kitchen hoping no one else was in there.

    You shuffled through the kitchen making sure the food was ready and that the dishes of food that your mother made were good enough to serve. Being alone in the kitchen, you took a quick breather as you leaned against the island that was in the middle of the grey kitchen.

    Bending over the island, your arms rested against the counter as you leaned your forehead against your forearms. Taking a quick breather, you didn't hear the door open as you relax for a moment. You were getting tired of family members from your friend's side asking you about the amazing invention you were going to turn in to get into the Stark Scholarship.

    Trying to relax, you heard shuffling behind you. And, hands firmly on your ass. You gasped, quickly standing up to turn around to see who it was but the anxiety within you grew calm as you saw Peter cheekily gazing at you. "Peter." You let out a laugh, hitting his arm. "You scared me."

    "Why? Were you expecting someone else to touch that great ass of yours?" Peter questioned, his tone slightly slurred. A faint blush spread across your cheeks as you gazed at him curiously. Before you could say anything, his thumb brushed against the bottom of your lips.

    A chill went through your body as Peter's eyes bore onto you, half-lidded. With his other hand, it rested firmly against your outer thigh as he closed the gap between the two of you. His slightly taller presence made you shiver as his curls fell over his forehead messily. He forced your head to tilt up as he continued to graze the padding of his thumb against the fresh painted dark red plump of your lips.

    Slick coated your panties as the hand on your thigh begin to rub languidly, slowly snaking its way to your inner thigh. "God, I can't get enough of you," Peter whispered, his eyes burning with drunken desire as his tongue swiped the bottom of his lips. "I just want to fuck you right here where everyone at this graduation party can hear you scream my name —Spider-Man's name."

    Getting a good whiff of his breath for a moment, you smelt alcohol on his breath. Which surprised you because Peter wrote an essay about teens drinking alcohol was a huge problem in society but, here he was possibly drunk. You weren't sure how much he drank but you did notice he went through his red cups within forty minutes after you greeted him. "Are. . .Are you drunk?"

    "I didn't drink enough to get drunk," Peter replied as his thumb massaged near your pussy, just on the inner thigh. But the soft touch of the padding of his thumb, grazing your aching cunt teasingly was enough to almost send you over the edge and agree for him to take you right there in the kitchen. But you didn't want Ned's Lola to walk in and be scarred for life.

    "Are you sure? Because you're being overly confident and saying sexual stuff which; you've never done before." You whispered, trying to contain a whimper as his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. The newfound sensation of the thought of your boyfriend fucking you where anyone could walk in was beginning to excite you as your cunt dripped with slick.

    "What? I can't compliment what's mine?" Peter murmured as he added pressure against your clit. You shut your mouth tightly as you contained a moan. "Don't be shy, baby. I want to hear your moans." He encourages softly.

    This Peter was something new, exciting. It completely caught you off guard as Peter gently massaged your clothed clit. You always wanted to spice things up with him sexually but this was abrupt and new, what caused this behavior? The answer was simple. The fucking dress you were wearing.

    "God, that dress you're wearing." Peter leaned in closer as he held your face firmly in his other hand, bringing your face closer. "I could fuck you in that dress every day. I could get drunk just by the taste of your pussy, by the feel of it as well. I can feel you drenching underneath my fingers. You wanted this, didn't you?"

    You let out a small moan, nodding. But you heard a noise outside of the door causing you to jolt. "Peter, we have to stop." You said but his thumb did not indicate that he was stopping as he only replied with a faster motion causing your hips to buck against his touch. "Someone might walk in, Peter."

    "I have the sixth sense. It will tell me if someone is coming." Peter replied nonchalantly as his brown eyes bore into yours. "You asked for this? Why are you so worried if someone saw? They will know that you're mine once they see how much of a whore you are for me."

    "P. . .Peter." You cried out, shaking your head. This was a side of Peter that you wanted to see. The sexual side where he wasn't afraid to call you a whore or a slut. To make you feel good by whispering sexual praises to you or degrading you. All of this was too much, especially since he wore a black suit with a red tie, hanging around his neck. The black blazer that went over the white long-sleeve collar and his black slacks.

    You could imagine ruining his black slacks with your cum as you ride his thigh. There were too many fantasies you had about Peter that you were shy to say aloud. There wasn't enough time to tell him your fantasies as finals were around, the Mysterio situation, the spell situation, and his Spider-Man duties.

    But at this moment, it felt like there was enough time to finally enjoy what you've been asking for. But at the cost of someone walking in was too high of a price. "C-Can't we do this later?" You whined, unintentionally spreading your legs a bit farther as his thumb continued to massage your clit. While you grabbed the edge of the counter and grabbed his tie, to hold yourself steady because you believed if you didn't hold onto anything, you would fall.

    "It seems like you're enjoying this too much to care to do it later." Peter smugly replied as his other thumb slid in your mouth trying to muffle your moans. "Ssh, as much I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name. And to hear how much a whore you're being in here, you are right. We can't let anyone know of our little secret going on in here, okay?"

    You nodded, sucking on his thumb as you moaned against it. "Good girl," Peter muttered with a smirk. His thumb brushed against your clit in the right places as his eyes bore onto you. The way you tried your best to keep your lips seal around his thumb as he felt the moans vibrate against his thumb. The way your chest heaved trying to inhale through your nose. The way your thighs shook around his hand as he quicken his pace of massaging your clit.

    Peter was in heaven. The hazy feeling from the alcohol clouded his vision, he would have never done this sober but he was glad the alcohol gave him the courage to finally do something like this. "I can't wait to fuck you and feel your pussy around my dick." Peter commented with a dazed smile.

    You stared at him with half-lidded eyes, swiping your tongue around the padding of his thumb. He simply groaned at the taste of your saliva imagining his cock being sucked off by that precious tongue of yours that he loved. A pressure built up in your stomach as your thighs shook violently, you were almost to your euphoric release; at the edge of the premise to that sweet relief but Peter quickly pulled his thumb away and stepped away from you.

    You furrowed your brows in frustration as you glared at him. "Peter, what the fuck-"

    Peter pressed his finger to his lip as he grabbed a cup and began pouring himself some soda. You gazed at him confused but you heard the door creak open. You tried to contain the flush that paled on your cheeks as you turned around to see who it was.

    May peeked her head in as she glanced at the two of you. "What are you two doing in here? The dinner is about to start."

    "I was checking on the food and Peter decided to help me get the stuff out of the oven." You quickly replied trying to hide the crack in your voice and from the corner of your eye, you saw Peter smirk into his cup as he stared innocently at May. "Is it time to bring the food out?"

    You could hear Peter softly snicker into his cup. With your right foot, you stopped on his foot. He yelped at the pain and shot you a glare. May furrowed her brows in confusion at his sudden cry of pain but she ignored it, giving you a soft smile. "Yeah, bring the food out. And Peter?" Peter hummed. "Fix your tie, it's ruffled."

    May left with one quick pointing glance at Peter's tie as she pulled her head back, leaving the door closed. You let out a sigh in relief as you hit his shoulder harshly. He rubbed his arm, frowning. "Ow, what was that for?"

    "For having quick reflexes, you sure don't know how to catch yourself from not getting punched."

    "My quick reflexes didn't get us caught." Peter countered with an arched eyebrow as he set aside his red cup near the sink. "Did you want May to walk in with my dick down your throat?"

    "It wasn't down my throat in the first place." You retorted, trying to fix yourself to look presentable and decent. Making sure you looked okay, you grabbed the food to take it out to the dining table.

    "Perhaps not, but you wanted my dick in your mouth, didn't you?" Peter commented with a head tilt. You froze, trying to look over at him because what he had said was ultimately true. You wanted his cock in your mouth but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

    "Just help me with the food." You muttered, walking towards the door as you heard Peter's chuckles echo through the kitchen. And you left with an ache between your legs as your panties were completely soaked with slick, thanks to Peter.

Your fingers drummed against the dining table as you shuffled around in your seat. Of course, the Jones placed a seating chart and the person you had to sit next to was Peter who was too eager about it. You saw him sipping on another drink, you just hoped it wasn't more alcohol. He drank through too many cups and now, he was acting completely unhinged.

    You were at least thankful that MJ sat next to but she was drawing out the party. She said she wanted to remember the night of graduation, capturing everyone in their true state when they're joyous. You sincerely hoped Peter didn't try anything when MJ would try to draw you.

    Continuing through the dinner normally, you were talking to MJ about the invention for the Stark Scholarship contest that was due in the middle of July when all of a sudden, you felt a hand firmly on your thigh.

    You cleared your throat, glancing to the right side to look at Peter with a warning glare but he was faced towards Neds, talking excitingly about the new Lego set. Apparently, Ned's Lola bought him a new Star Wars set on the Rise of Skywalker.

    You knew that Peter could feel you staring at him. He just gave your inner thigh a rub as if he were saying act normal. You grumbled under your breath as you looked back at MJ who was sketching away. "Have you begun your invention?" You questioned thickly trying to not think about Peter's hand on you.

    "I sketched it out like a month ago then I began building it like two weeks ago." MJ shrugged as she glanced at you. "Did you start?"

    "I did. I did the mechanics on my invention but I think the wiring might be off-" You stopped talking feeling Peter's hand roam up your thigh, dangerously closing your soaked clothed pussy. You sucked in a breath as you gripped your fingers around your for. "Uh," you cleared your throat. "I think I need help with the wiring. The invention won't turn on because of that."

    "Can't you ask Scott Lang? Didn't he have a degree in Electrical Engineering?" MJ questioned thoughtfully with a head tilt.

    "How do you know that?" You asked with furrowed brows. Peter's thumb simply grazed your clit causing your thighs to tense from the simple gesture. He truly knew how to make your body burn with desire, wanting more with just his simple touches.

    "His podcast? Big Me Little Me. He talks about it with his friend, Luis." MJ commented with a half-shrug. "I'm sure Peter can introduce you to him."

    You nodded trying not to say anything as Peter's thumb began to massage your clothed clit again. You clenched your thighs together but he patted your clothed cunt, telling you to open your legs with just a simple hand gesture. Sighing through your nose, you opened your legs and allowed Peter to push aside the clothed fabric.

    You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cool air hit against your coated cunt. His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and immediately rubbed against it, side-to-side in a languid manner. You closed your eyes in contentment, feeling his thumb back against your clit. Everything seemed to echo out as you dove into the pleasure of feeling his thumb.

    A small whimper escaped your mouth. You quickly closed it but of course, someone heard it escape you. "Are you okay?" May questioned from across the table.

    You opened your eyes and nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm just h-happy to be here. Too much. . .excitement." You wanted to grimace but instead, you gave May a small smile. A soft chuckle left Peter's mouth as he continued his circular motion of massaging. "I'm just. . .excited for MIT."

    "Oh, yeah? What are you excited about?"

    You couldn't talk while your pussy was getting fingered. You even gave Peter a pleading glance but never once, he turn your way as he talked away with Ned about any new Star Wars content coming out. A frustrated huff left your lips.

    Peter wasn't going to slow down in his moments and you were going to have to talk to May while he fingered you underneath the table. There wasn't another choice out of this and you weren't sure if you cared about there being another choice. His thumb massaged you in the right places where you felt that pressure built up again.

    You tried your best to not stutter throughout the conversation about MIT but it was hard not to as you tried not to get drunk in the pleasure of his thumb. To not be excited that you were getting fingered in front of everyone and they didn't know. To not be excited that Peter was being more confident as his thumb circled around your clit at a fast pace. You wanted his dick badly inside of you.

    You wanted to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock as he went deep inside of you. As he pulled your hair back to whisper against the shell of your ear about how much he was enjoying your pussy. All you wanted was to feel him inside of you.

    Your skin flushed as it warmed from the built-up pleasure from your fantasies and from the work of his thumb. You couldn't handle the thought of cumming in front of everyone, though. That felt private between you and Peter only, and you weren't going to cum in front of family members and your best friends.

    Quickly standing up, you saw Peter's hand fall down on the side as he glanced up towards you. "I'll be back." You said no one in particular as you walked away, practically running to the restroom.

You rushed inside of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced towards the mirror. You walked to the sink and stared at the mirror. The flush was evident on your cheeks. You thought you looked messy but no, you looked perfect. Perhaps that's why no one suspected anything but still, the lingering thoughts of Peter's fingers on you.

    His sexual words murmur in your ears. The overconfidence he was bearing on his shoulder was too much for you to handle. And you had a feeling that this was just the start of it. Running your fingers through your hair softly, you let out a sigh. Alone with your thoughts momentarily, the bathroom door opened.

    You jumped slightly back from the sudden intrusion but you calmed down seeing Peter enter the bathroom. "Peter? What the hell." You whispered loudly watching him close the door and lock it behind him. "What do you think you're doing? We could have got caught again."

    "No one noticed." Peter merely shrugged as he stepped closer to you. His hands cupped your face as his eyes trailed along your flushed face. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the thrill of getting fingered in front of everyone."

    You stayed silent but the look in your eyes was all the confirmation that Peter needed to understand that you did like it. That you enjoyed it with every fiber of your being. You sighed, leaning against his hands. "I did." You muttered.

    Peter smiled widely. "Then let's continue where we started since we're alone." His hands roamed down to your waist, tightly squeezing as he hoists you up against the sink effortlessly. His hands glided against the fabric of the dress, down to your outer thighs. A shiver chilled your bones as Peter lowered his head down to yours, heatedly kissing your lips.

    Peter's nose bumped against yours as he gripped the flesh of your thighs, roughly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer while you scooted to the edge of the sink. Rutting your hips against his, he let out a groan. "I don't know why I didn't try this sooner." Peter murmur against your puffy lips.

    You opened your eyes to gaze at Peter. The alcohol gave him a newfound confidence but it seemed like he's been wanting this for a long time. You ran your fingers through his hair as your eyes filled with half-lidded lust and adoration. Faint voices and music from the dinner party seemed to fade. All you could see was Peter and you were lucky to have him standing in front of you.

    You were eternally grateful for Wanda being able to do the spell. And for Peter to be able to have this life with you. Perhaps in another universe, you forgot him or he lost you due to the Mysterio situation but in this universe, here he was in front of you. And here you were in front of him. You had all the time in the world with him now, nothing could come between that anymore.

    "I love you."

    Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he shyly smiled. "I love you too."

    There was a moment of silence but then, his lips met back to yours greedily as his hips rutted against yours. His cock strained against his black slacks but you could feel the twitch underneath you as you spread your legs more. His lips left yours as he began kissing against your jawline, down against the underside of your neck.

    A soft moan escaped your lips as Peter's tongue glided over a sensitive spot. You tilted your head, allowing him to gain better access. His teeth scraped the sensitive spot as he started to suck. "Wait, Peter. People will see." You panic trying to move your body away from his lips but he held you firmly in place. Sometimes, you hated his super strength. "Please." You whined feeling his lips languidly suck against the supple of your skin.

    "Don't worry, I got it under control," Peter muttered against your skin as he sucked along your neck lightly. Moans escaped your parted lips as you shut your eyes in contentment. You couldn't focus on anything else besides his warm lips against your skin, his hands massaging your thighs as they slowly made their way to your inner thighs.

    Slick coated your ruined panties as he pulled away. His eyes dilated, gazing at his work. There were little pink hues of markings along your delicate skin, nothing too much where people would freak out over. You could cover it up with makeup. "Peter." The velvet silk coated through your voice as you opened your eyes half-lidded.

    A stare that you always gave Peter and a stare that he loved each time he made love to you. But this stare was prominent hunger of desire for you to be ruined. God, how you wanted to be ruined by Peter Parker. "What is it, baby?" Peter questioned, bringing one of his hands and cupping your chin with his thumb and index finger. "What is it that you need? And don't be shy to tell me."

    "Please, I need you." You whimpered, shamelessly rutting your clothed cunt against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of your cunt slightly coat his black slacks.

    Peter felt an insatiable hunger feeling your slick ruin his black slacks. "How do you need me? Just tell me and I will give you what you need." His thumb grazed your bottom lip as he waited for your instructions.

    "I need your mouth on me. All over me. I want to cum on your mouth." You begged, tugging at the ends of his brown curls causing him to groan. "Please, Peter."

    "I'll give you what you need, baby. Consider this an early graduation present because I have more for you later." Peter replied, kneeling down against the cool tile. His hands found their way back against your inner thighs as he spread open your legs. His senses were high, keeping him alerted just in case someone would try to come into the bathroom. He hoped his senses would work because his mind was going somewhere else gazing at your ruined panties.

    "Is this all for me?" Peter commented, gazing up at you with a small smirk. You nodded, feeling shy as if you were a virgin all over again and he was seeing your wetness for the first time again. "Don't be shy on me, baby. I've seen that pretty pussy of yours a thousand times and I'm addicted to it."

    "I could say the same thing about your dick." You commented, feeling his warm breath fan against your clothed cunt. The vibrations of chuckles were near your clothed cunt causing you to whimper.

    "Well, after tonight, we will see if you mean your words." Peter flattened his tongue against your clothed cunt causing you to moan but not be fully satisfied from not being able to feel his tongue.

    "Peter, please." You whimpered, wiggling your hips against his tongue. "I need you."

    "Okay, okay. Such a needy girl." Peter muttered, hooking his finger against the side of your panties and pulling them to the side. Your puffy clit was fully displayed to him as slick glistened your cunt. He shamelessly licked his lips gazing at your pussy. The alcohol side effects were still there but he was drunk in love with how wet you were. "I can't believe this is all mine."

    Peter's tongue flatten against the wetness and glided his tongue around the entrance of your pussy. The taste was captured by his tongue and you let out a moan, throwing your head back as your walls fluttered against his tongue. He moaned against your pussy causing you to shiver from the vibrations. He lifted your thighs and hooked your legs on top of his shoulders, gaining better access to your aching pussy.

    His fingers roamed to the entrance of your pussy as his tongue glided up to your clit and lapped his tongue around in a circular motion. He could feel your cunt trying to take his fingers in. He rose his eyebrows at this, glancing up at you but you were drunk in your own pleasure. He smiled at your state, watching your chest heave above him and he slide two fingers in your aching cunt.

    Drool dribbled down the corner of his lips as he suddenly spat against your cunt. Your hips jolted against the sudden action. Series of moans escaped your parted lips while your fingers ran through his brown curls messily, tugging at the ends of them. His eyes were staring at you half-lidded in a daze.

    His fingers rapidly went in and out of you as he curled his fingers. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air causing your cheeks to burn. Peter loved when you were shy because of how you would constantly hide your face but this time, you showed your shyness to him. It was a vulnerable moment for you that was only reserved for Peter.

    Meek whimpers filled the air as his tongue continued to lash side to side. Your hips grind against his mouth as his fingers pumped your quivering cunt, curling his fingers with the roll of his wrist. Peter was too enthralled by your moans that he ignored his sixth sense warning him about upcoming danger and that danger was potentially someone finding out what's going on in the bathroom.

    Faint voices were prominently louder outside the bathroom door as the voices of Ned and MJ were outside. Your body tense as you glanced back at Peter, the look in his eyes indicated that he wasn't going to stop as he stared at you half-lidded. A knock erupted through the air causing your eyes to widen.

    "[Name], are you okay in there? It's been over ten minutes." Ned called out.

    "My parents wanted to know what your invention is and keeps bugging me to find you," MJ commented sarcastically.

    "Answer them," Peter said, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. You were indicating that you wanted to keep going as well. But you knew that Peter wouldn't let you go anywhere and would continue to eat you out.

    "I'm. . .fine. My stomach. . .hurts." You grimaced at your reply, trying not to solely focus on Peter's tongue lapping around your clit as the burning sensation of pressure built up in your stomach.

    "Do you need anything? My Lola makes a great tea that helps with stomach pains." Ned replied sweetly. You would have gone out there and hugged your precious friend but his best friend was here, eating you out as if you were going to slip through his fingers. And you were in desperate need of cumming.

    "N-no. I'm fine."

    "Hey, do you know where Peter is at? We haven't seen him either." Ned said, confusion laced in his voice. "He better not be out patrolling on our graduation night. He promised that he would take the night off."

    Well, Peter was here with his eyes closed, focusing on making you cum. Either not if they were outside that door or not, he was going to make you cum. The feel of your thighs shaking as your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers, while he was helping you milk to your release, you definitely knew where Peter was at. In his own pussy heaven.

    "N-No. I haven't seen him!" You squeaked out.

    "Are you sure?" MJ commented suspiciously.

    "Uh-huh!" You could feel Peter's chuckles vibrate against your pussy. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you tried to contain your moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach was soon about to snap. You prayed that MJ and Ned would leave quickly but instead you heard distant muffling.

    "Well, come out soon," MJ said.

    Before you could reply, your walls clamped around Peter's fingers as you threw your hands against your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lips. Your legs shuttered around his shoulders as you felt the sweet sense of release wash over you.

    Panting against your hand, you forgot to reply to MJ as you heard rattling on the bathroom door. Now, Peter grew concerned as he glanced at the door and at you. "Just open up, I've seen you naked before," MJ said, fiddling with the door knob.

    "Hide." You whispered, jerking your head towards the bathroom.

    "They've known we've done stuff before," Peter whispered back loudly as he stood up with wide eyes. "What does it matter if they find us together?"

    "Because Ned will be loud about it and everyone will come to see what the commotion is and everyone will know." You whispered back, jumping off the counter and pushing him towards the shower. "Now, get in there or you won't get anything else tonight."

    "You're mean." Peter's lips curled into a pout.

    "[Name], open up!" MJ pounded against the door. You pushed Peter quickly yet quietly into the bathtub, shutting the curtains behind him. You flushed the toilet, pretending as if you just used and, using the sink to wash your hands. Finally, you opened the door as MJ has her arms crossed with narrowed eyes and Ned had rose eyebrows. "What took you long?"

    "Can't I take a shit in peace without you banging on the door?" You commented, holding the door close to your body just in case Peter tried to peek his head out of the curtains.

    "You barely ate anything today. I know because you've been sleeping over at my house for the past week. Sooo, what were you really doing in here?" MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced behind you.

    Trying to think of a lie, you fake sniffled. "I. . .I didn't finish my invention for the Stark Scholarship so I didn't want to be asked about it again. The pressure of everyone wondering what great design I had when I haven't started." That was a complete lie because you were almost finished.

    "Wait, I thought you said you needed help with the wiring?" MJ questioned, confused.

    You tried to hold back your grimace. "Well, I drew out the design and I knew that I'm not good with electrical engineering." You replied smoothly.

    MJ stayed silent, studying you. You knew she always caught you in a lie, you just hope this lie was just convincing enough for her to not barge in the bathroom. "Right, okay. . ." She trailed off, glancing at Ned who just shrugged.

    "Well, let's just go sit in the living room," Ned suggested, pulling on your arm and walking you to the living room. Glancing back at the door, you knew Peter would eventually come out and you just hope no one would be suspicious.

Sitting with Ned and MJ for a few minutes, Peter came finally as he sat next to Ned. The other two were asking him questions about where he was at but he said he was outside on a phone call with Pepper who was congratulating him. You tried to act like everything was cool and nothing had happened ten minutes ago but the faint look in Peter's eyes as he glanced over to you was enough to send you over the edge as flashbacks flooded your mind.

    His hot mouth against your pussy, his fingers curling inside of you hitting the right places. His half-lidded gaze staring at you as if you were the only person in the universe, yes, it was hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand when those flashbacks lingered in your mind.

    "Oh, Peter." Ned suddenly called out causing Peter's eyes to tear away from yours as he lazily looked at Ned. "Did you give [Name] her gift yet?"

    "Gift?" You questioned confused. You got MJ, Ned, and Peter a gift but there was no indication that Peter was going to give you a gift. He never hinted at anything like that. The cheeky Spiderboy just merely shrugged as a soft smile spread on his lips.

    "Well, yeah. I knew you were getting us all a gift so. . .I got you something." Peter replied, nonchalantly.

    "Do you know what he got me?" You questioned, directing your question to Ned who shrugged. "You weren't there when he got me the gift?"

    "No, we did go to the mall together but we parted way because I got you all gifts as well," Ned said, scratching his cheek. "Was I supposed to see?"

    "No, you weren't," Peter replied. His tone almost held shyness but he quickly covered it up with a cough.

    "Why don't you go show her this mysterious gift before the family movie starts? A fair warning though, my dad is picking tonight and it might be a boring cop movie." MJ commented as she lazily laid on against the sofa with a shrug. "It's better to show her now than later because we might be up all night watching boring cop movies."

    "Uh. . ." Peter hesitated for a moment, took in a deep breath then nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." He stood up, outstretching his hand in your direction. "Ready, malady?"

    You rolled your eyes as you grasp his hand. Peter walked you up the stairs and stopped at a door. The room behind the door was MJ's older sister's room but since she moved out months ago, the Jones took that liberty and made it to your own room since you're always spending the night with them.

    Due to your mom's work, she wanted you to stay with them when she was gone. With that, Peter opened the door. You walked in with him, seeing a present resting near the edge of your bed. You rose an eyebrow at this. "Okay, this gift is something I've been wanting to get you forever. It's. . .different so can you close your eyes when you open the present?" Peter asked, reverting back to his normal shy self again. "It's a surprise gift, sweetheart."

    The alcohol must have left his system but you did notice he had another red cup in his hand when you were sitting in the living with MJ and Ned. You weren't sure if it had alcohol in it this time. "How can I open my gift with my eyes closed?" You questioned with a deadpanned tone.

    "Mr. Murdock could do things without sight because he's blind." Peter countered with a pointed look. His eyes filled with desperation. "Please, just close your eyes."

    You sighed, nodding. "Fine." Closing your eyes, you stepped closer to the bed, waving your hands around to feel the present. The top of the present hit against your fingers, getting a better grip on the present; you curled your fingers around the top and opened the lid.

    Setting aside the lid, your hands roamed inside the present. The padding of your fingers touched against a fabric. You furrowed your brows as you grasp the fabric and held it up. "Open your eyes." Peter softly commanded.

    You fluttered your eyes open. You gasped seeing the fabric in front of you. A white one-piece lingerie outfit, and intricate lacing were embedded on the one piece. "There's more in the box," Peter muttered, gesturing his hand to the box.

    You glanced inside of the box and grabbed two other fabric pieces, raising them in the air as well. Thigh-high stockings with a cute red bow on the top. "This. . .Peter." You said breathlessly with a faint tint on your cheeks. Turning around towards him, you noticed the straining in his pants yet again. Once again, insatiable hunger lingered in his dark brown eyes as he gazed at the lingerie in your hands.

    "Do you like it?" Peter questioned.

    "Yes. . .how did you know I wanted. . .something like this?" You thickly said, biting the bottom of your lip.

    "The conversation two weeks ago," Peter replied with a shrug. "You told me that you wanted to spice up things in the bedroom and I couldn't agree more. I thought about. . ." He gestured his hand towards the white lingerie. "This for a while. If I knew blue velvet was your color, I would have got that color instead."

    You chuckled softly as you gazed at Peter. "Thank you." There was an unruly silence, you could feel your pussy pulsate again at the thought of Peter fucking you in this lingerie. The teasing throughout the day was enough for you to want him to fuck you right now and you were sure he had the same thoughts as his eyes dilated with lust. "Do you think they'll notice us gone for forty minutes?"

    "Sweetheart, I can have you screaming under that time," Peter commented with raised eyebrows as he stepped closer to you. His hands found their way on your waist again, gripping the fabric of your dress in his hands as he gazed down at you. "Nobody will miss us during movie time."

    "Peter. . .is that the alcohol talking or you?" You questioned softly, tilting your head at him as you hugged the lingerie close to your body.

    "It's me. It's always me talking to you." Peter replied, rubbing his thumb in soft circles around your waist. "I wanted to fuck you since I first saw you walking in with that dress you have on. The thought of fucking you in that dress was the only thing I could think of but now, fucking you in that lingerie is all that I can think of."

    "Then, let me get change, Spider-Man." You purred, stepping away from him. "Close your eyes and wait for me."

    Peter groaned but he felt his cock twitch from the purring sound of you calling him Spider-Man. "Do I have to?"

    "Yes unless you want to wait until tomorrow to fuck me in this."

    "No, I don't," Peter grumbled, walking away from you and turning around away from you as he closed his eyes.

    Waiting for a few minutes, Peter got anxious to see what you looked like in your lingerie. His foot tapped against the wooden ground as he threw his head back, groaning impatiently. "Are you done yet?"

    You hummed thoughtfully as you soothed out the lingerie. A flush spread across your cheeks feeling the intricate lacing underneath your fingertips. This was something you had never worn before but yet, you did feel attractive in it. "I'm done."

    Peter jumped on the balls of his feet, he turned around and his eyes dilated at the sight. The white lingerie hugged your curves in the right places as the thigh-high stockings were tight around your legs, stopping mid-thigh. Your breast were pushed together as the curving of your ass was plump.

    His jaw dropped at the sight, suddenly forgetting that there was a party going on downstairs below. "You look hot," Peter commented, his pale cheeks blushing as his eyes shamelessly roamed around your figure as you fully turned towards him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Don't be shy baby. You look gorgeous."

    "What if someone tries to walk in on us again?" You questioned.

    Peter thought about it for a solution. He outstretched his arm towards the door and pressed the button along his wrist. Webs flew out and latched against the doorframe, securely tight as he shot out two more webs to hold the door closed. "No one can get through that."

You shook your head at him as you smiled at him. "So, what now, Mr. Parker?" You teasingly questioned, tilting your head at him. "You have me alone. What are you going to do about it?"

    "Well. . ." Peter started, taking out his phone. He walked over to the black desk and propped the phone on there. The front of the phone was facing towards a wall as the camera was out. "This is our graduation night. I want it to be special and I want to remember this night."

    "You. . .want to record us fucking?" You questioned with wide eyes.

    "Yeah. . .is that okay?" Peter questioned with the bite of his lips.

    The idea of recording having sex with Peter never crossed your mind but the sudden idea of him going back to watch it. His hands pumping his cock as he watches the footage. Moaning out your name as he watches the homemade porn video. An ache formed in your pussy as you grew wet with the idea.

    You nodded. "I want you to send it to me after we're done."

    Peter smiled widely as he set up the camera better. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. With a quick stride, he was in front of you again. Before you could react, his lips found yours once again. His nose messily bumped against yours as his hands were on your waist. He squeezed roughly as he turned you around, walking you back towards the wall.

    His hands roamed up against your body as the padding of his fingers glided against your arms. His fingers curled around your wrist as your back hit against the wall. He raised your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as he rutted his hips against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips feeling his clothed cock grind against your clothed cunt.

    "Peter." You whined out as he bit the bottom of your lip. Suddenly, you felt a web pin you against the wall and his fingers left your body. You let out a meek whimper from the sudden lost of contact but you glanced up. You tried to wiggle your wrist around but you were trapped by his webs.

    Peter never used his webs during sex before. Your arms were outstretched above your head and you could feel the blood rushing down. This new position, being helpless against the wall was something you never experienced before. Peter took a step back to gaze at the position in front of him.

    His eyes glanced towards the phone to see your full body view on the screen. A small smirk formed on his lips. "It's not fair that you get to see me like this but you're still in clothes." You curled your lips into a pout. "Can you take your clothes off for me, please?"

    How could Peter say no to that face? The lust filled half-lidded daze you gave him was something you could never say no to. "As you wish." He loosens his tie, pulling it off with one quick swift motion. Next was his black blazer which he carelessly threw behind him. Then was his long sleeve shirt. Languidly, he took off the buttons as his eyes stared at you intensely.

    You shamelessly licked your lips waiting for your boyfriend's perfectly sculpted body. You rubbed your thighs together for relief trying to get rid of the ache between your legs. His fingers worked delicately, working down his shirt as he got to the last button, he opened the shirt showing off the curving of his abs.

Your eyes dilated at the sight of your boyfriend as he carelessly threw his shirt behind him. The ripples of his muscles reflected underneath the fluorescent lights. You thrashed your wrist against the webs, feeling the need to touch your boyfriend but he trapped you on purpose. You wanted to touch the curving of his abs, to touch yourself at the sight of him but he made sure that you wouldn't get that pleasure.

    "Patience, baby." Peter purred out as his fingers worked around his belt. He took his belt off as he unzipped his pants, tugging them down. "We will both get what we want tonight." His eyes trailed over your body, there was something about you being practically tied up against the wall. Another fantasy-filled his mind, his cum spilling out of your abused cunt. To put a baby in you, not in reality but the thought of his cum seeping out of your pussy and spilling over the floor.

    Perhaps, Peter will one day be a father but not soon. But he could still imagine breeding you with his cum, imagining fucking you raw each time. This time was the only exception because he was too eager to care and you didn't care as well, luckily, you were on the pill. Another fantasy will be filled tonight.

    "God, Peter. I just want your cock inside of me already." You whined with a frown. "Why are you making me wait this long?"

    "Because I want to see how long it will take until you crack but it won't be long. You already begging me to fuck you." His lewd words caused slick to coat the fabric of your new lingerie. You were already going to ruin it just by his words. Peter stepped closer to you as he gazed around your body. "Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall while the chance of someone might hearing us? As this camera right there records every single thing we do?"

    You nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I want this. I want you to use me like a slut. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel all of you, everywhere."

    Peter smiled almost darkly at your lewd confession. "I'll give you what you want but remember, be quiet. We will have an audience if you scream too loud." He commented with a head tilt. "Got it? Can you be quiet for me, baby?" You nodded. "Good."

    His hands cupped your breast, his thumb massaged your clothed breast. The padding of his thumb grazed where your nipple would be at. You let out a meek whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. Gaining better access to feeling his cock, the thin boxers he wore made it possible to feel his cock hard. He stepped closer as his hard dick rested between your legs.

    Peter lowered his lips against the top of your breast, swiping across the supple of the skin. A moan escaped your lips while his hand massaged your breasts, his eyes closed as he began sucking around the skin. His clothed dick gliding against your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness seep through the lingerie. He couldn't wait to fuck you but he wanted to enjoy this moment.

    You were in euphoric ecstasy as his warm lips sucked harshly against your skin. His teeth scraping your sensitive skin with each sucking. Soft moans were escaping your parting lips. "Good girl, don't make any sudden noise. Got it?" Peter muttered against your breast, flickering his eyes up at you for a moment. You nodded. "Good girl." He praised once again, his lips back to sucking.

    The faint echoes of the horrible cop movie was playing downstairs. Loud chattering could be heard as well but all of that felt nonexistent. All you could think about was Peter's lips on your breast, littering the skin with hickeys of shades of purple and pink. And his clothed cock rutted against your clothed cunt.

    "Stop teasing me, I want to feel you inside of me." You pleaded lifting your hips against his more as your fingers curled around the webs. You couldn't get the stimulating pleasure that you wanted and you were growing impatient.

    "Patience. I thought you were the patient one in the relationship?" Peter cheekily replied. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes. He brought his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Awe, is my baby getting impatient?"

    "Yes, I am." You countered with narrowed eyes. "I want you inside of me. You tortured me out through the party, can you please give me what I want?"

    "Fine, fine." Peter lifted his head away from your breast as his hands rested against your waist. He fell to his knees before you, he ignored his desire of fucking you right there because he wanted to enjoy this. His eyes flickered to the camera, he could see his hair messy, falling over the place. His hands were firmly on your waist as the fluorescent lights glistened your white lingerie.

    Looking back at you, his hands roamed down to your thighs. The fabric of the thigh-high stockings with a bow made him shudder as his thumbs massaged your clothed thigh. He hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders once again. His eyes came in contact with your slick coated lingerie cunt. "I am lucky that I get to have this pussy any time I want it. One day, I'm going to put a baby in you."

    His fingers curled around the lingerie, setting aside the fabric to see your glistening wet pussy. That insatiable hunger grew once again as his eyes went dark. He didn't know why he didn't try to spice up anything in the bedroom before. This was a new level of excitement. "God, I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of this pussy."

Before you could reply, his tongue flatten against your clit. Your hips shuddered against his tongue as he was already working his tongue in a circular motion. His hands massaged your thighs as his tongue worked gracefully. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to contain the screams but it was hard to.

    Your wrist thrashed against the webs as you trying to muffle your mouth but you couldn't. Peter was having way too much fun seeing your body thrash above him. Chest heaving heavily as some loud moans escaped your lips. "Be silent, baby. Otherwise, this fun night will come to an end soon."

    "I'm sorry, I can't." You profusely apologized. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning against your pussy.

    Peter shrugged, gazing at you half-lidded. "I always enjoyed your screams but try to keep it down before we get a whole audience." He reminded you, then twirled his tongue back against your pussy.

    You tried to reply but meek whines escaped your lips. There was nothing you could do about it besides bit your lips until blood drew and a metallic liquid invaded your taste. The wet muscle continued to nudge against your clit as your body jolted from each frantic swipe. His hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the fresh slick that oozed out of your tightness.

    Peter pursed his lips and spat on your cunt, watching the clear liquid tickle down your folds towards the curve of your ass. "You really do look beautiful above me. I can't wait to watch the recording every night." Peter commented.

    With a moan in reply, his tongue continued to lap around your clit. His blunt fingernails dug into the supple of your skin. Your pussy fluttered, wanting his fingers inside of you but Peter was denying that pleasure. He wanted his cock to fill the space soon, he just wanted you to already be mind-fucked before he fucked you against the wall.

    Your toes curled as his tongue glided circular, the signs of your climax coming soon as your skin was on fire from the upcoming release. Babbles of his name escaped your lips, and the daze of being fucked by his tongue hazed over your vision. You were on the verge of the premise of your orgasm when Peter moved his head away from your cunt.

    You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Peter." You warned with narrowed eyes. "Why did you stop?"

    "Because you've been a good girl and I'm honestly tired of waiting to fuck you." He slide your legs off his shoulders but he had a firm grip underneath your thighs as he stood up. He placed your legs around his waist. "Seriously, this time you can't scream. If you do, I will end this and we will do this another day."

    "What? No." You frowned, shaking your head. "I don't want to do this another day. I want to do this now."

    "Then, don't scream. Simple." He shrugged. You thought it was unfair to scream or let out loud noises but he was right, you couldn't be loud as you want to. There were family members downstairs not knowing that Peter was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk and you wanted to keep it that way but just the mere thought of someone finding out was exciting.

    With a glance towards the camera, you saw from the screen how Peter was tugging his boxers off, letting them fall down to his feet, and kicking them aside. The blinking red of the recording would film all of this. Every single bit. You couldn't wait to watch it back.

    Looking back at Peter, his swollen tip leaked with pre-cum as it fell down the underside of his dick. His prominent veins forked along his cock, you could never get used to how big Peter was. He teased you with his dick, rubbing against your aching cunt. His leaking tip nudged against your clit causing you to gasp, fluttering your eyes as you waited for him to stop teasing.

    Peter Parker was nothing but a tease. His cock glided down to your entrance, teasingly pressing his tip barely inside. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to suck him in. "Patience, sweetheart," Peter commented. He was saying that more to himself feeling your heated slick trying to greedily pull him in. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

    The swollen head of his cock slipped past the first ring of muscle. His hips rolled in deep as your walls clenched around him, watching his cock completely disappear inside of you. His eyes fluttered from the slickness of warm of your cunt around his cock finally. His forehead fell against your shoulder as he roughly squeezed underneath your thighs.

    The stretch of his cock made your back arch off the wall. Your breast pressed against the side of his face as he rutted his hips harshly against yours. The snap of his hips filled the air as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the air. Your arms shook from the numbness and the need to grasp onto anything. His thick cock filled every inch of your pussy as you could feel him in your stomach.

    You needed to grab onto anything but the strength of the webs, pinning your arms against the wall was not helping. Languidly, the ridge of his cock slowly pushed inside of you. A low groan escaped his moan as his nails dug into your skin, the thought of being drunk with your pussy forever crossed his mind. If lingerie could make him this crazy, he would work four jobs just to buy you every single fabric of lingerie out there.

    "Please, go faster, Spiderman." You teased, throwing your head back against the wall.

    Something inside of Peter when you called him Spiderman sexually. Another fantasy being fulfilled. Peter watched his cock leave your tightness as creamy lines of your slick coated against his length. He took in a deep breath as he rutted his hip forward, burying himself completely inside you to the hilt.

The mere motion of his hips going faster caused air to be knocked out of you. An abrupt moan that was almost too loudly filled the air. Peter lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "What did I just say?"

    "I. . .I'm sorry." You panted, clenching your pussy around him as his cock went fast and rough inside of you. "I can't help it." You whined out, screwing your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I can't keep quiet, can you help me?"

    "Since you asked nicely." Peter pressed his lips against your lips. Finally, you were able to let out screams, muffled by his hot mouth against yours. The vibrations of your screams, bounced against his puffy lips as drool of your slick fell against the floor below him. Soon, that was going to be his cum coming out of your pussy and falling out to the ground.

    With each rut of his hips, your breast bounced against his body. The intricate lacing of your white lingerie one-pieced rubbed against his skin. The thigh-high stockings grazed his body as you tried to clamp your legs around his waist, securely. In all the universes, Wanda warned him that there was a multi-verse and how she saw that his life was in shambles and he would be alone, just like her. And advised him to not go to Doctor Strange for any spells.

    Peter was lucky that he went to Wanda because in his universe, he was able to fuck you roughly and raw. It was selfish to think only of your pussy as a form of gratitude that he was taking advantage of after the Mysterio situation but he deserved this. To be with you, to remain as Spiderman, to have his friends and graduate. To go to his dream school.

    Something inside of him snapped where he couldn't control his enhanced strength. His prominent hips hit against yours, and you winced in pain from his brute strength as he was in a daze of his own pleasure. You were sure a bruise was going to form on your hips and you wouldn't be able to walk properly with his strength.

    Peter's thumb quickly fumbled between your messy folds as he sought out for your clit. He rubbed soothing circled against it, the loud moans were muffled against his lips. He moved his lips off your mouth, his warm breath fanned against your bruised lips. The conversation from earlier of MJ and Ned being his kid's godfather and godmother lingered in his mind as the memory suddenly came out.

    The thought of breeding you with his children. It was growing more intense as the fluttering of your warm pussy clenched around him with each thrust. "I'm going to cum in you and give you a baby. You want that, don't you?"

    Being absolutely cock drunk, you nodded agreeing. "I want your cum, Spiderman." You agreed, fully not aware of what he was saying. The dull ache between your legs formed as his tip kept kissing your cervix. The coil that formed in the pit of your stomach was coming close as your toes curled and tears formed in your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want." Peter kissed your lips briefly against as he felt his cock twitch from the upcoming climax he was feeling. His thumb messily rubbed against your clit as his hips continued to snap against yours. Your pussy clenched around him as you kissed him again, a scream leaving your lips as the orgasm washed over you.

Incoherent noises stringed out of your lips as your head was spinning from the pleasure of releasing around his cock. The sound of dripping from your release hit the floor. "Ah, fuck." Peter muttered against your lips as a warmth filled your core, he came with a moan of his own. White, hot spurts of cum, coated the inside of your walls; soon, his cum dribbled down to the floor as well.

Peter lifted his head away from you as he glanced down, then back to the screen where it was still recording. On the screen, he could see the dribble mixture of cum fall to the ground below. His eyes dilated at the camera as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. He looked back at you to see your eyes fluttered in a daze, catching your breath.

Peter pulled his cock out of you slowly, watching cum seep out of your pussy. His eyes widened at the sight, he had always worn a condom before but this new sight was addictive. He thought about doing it more raw with your permission. His fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head down. "Look at the mess we made."

Dribbles and strings of cum pattered against the wooden floor. A dazed smile spread on your lips as you looked back at Peter. "Did you get that all on camera?" You questioned lazily.

"I did." Peter's thumb brushed against the corner of your eye, capturing the tear that slipped. His eyes gazed back to your lingerie, it was ruffled and ruined. The cum seeped down to your thigh-high stocking, completely ruining them. "Awe man, I liked those on you."

"We could always wash them, Peter." You replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him. "Can you bring me down?" You glanced down to your legs and your numb arms. With the euphoric pleasure over, the sense of your arms being pinned above you for a while was catching up to you.

"Right, sorry." Peter hoisted your legs down to the ground, noticing the shake of them. He smirked to himself and grasped the webs off your wrist. Your arms fell numbly to your sides as Peter walked to his camera, clicking the recording off.

Your legs shook as you tried to walk. Sensing that you were about to fall, Peter outstretched his arm, capturing you in them. "Woah there. I'm sorry, did I go too hard?" Peter questioned. He was back to his normal self as he anxiously stared at you. You shook your head. "Are you sure? It feels like I went too hard."

"I'm fine, Peter. I just can't walk at the moment." You replied in a light tone.

"Here, let me help you walk." Peter walked you over to your bed and sat you down. The ache of numbness filled your body as you laid back, sighing. "Let me get you new clothes to put on."

Peter was always great with aftercare as he slipped his boxers back on quickly and went through the closet. He found sweatpants and a shirt for himself while he got blue sweatpants for you and a loose shirt. Coming back to you, Peter help you sit up as he took the one piece off of you begrudgingly because he loved the way it looked on you.

Peter grabbed tissues off the black desk and cleaned you off, helping you put your clothes off. There was a comfortable silence as you got dressed with Peter. He smiled at you with adoration as you looked at him. "Did you really drink that much tonight?" You questioned, teasing him.

Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he scratched the back of his head. "I couldn't handle you being in that blue dress. Something snapped in me. Blue is your color, next lingerie piece I'm getting you is blue."

You smiled wider. "What if I got you a sexy outfit as well."

Peter rose his eyebrows at the suggestion and tilted his head. "Get me a luchador mask and we have a deal." He joked. "Or maybe a Darth Vader mask. Oo, or maybe a Mandalorian mask. [Name] surrender your pussy to the Empire or else." He falsely intimated Darth Vader horribly causing the two of you to laugh.

The sweet sounds of your laugh filled the air. His heart swelled, once again thanking Wanda for allowing this to be possible. She told him about the horrors of the other universes that you were killed, May was killed. His friends and the world couldn't remember him. He was lucky that he went to the Scarlet Witch for help because this wholesome scenario would have never happened.

"Maybe I'll get you either an Anakin or Obi-Wan costume. They're both hot." You commented and Peter couldn't agree more, the two characters were hot and his favorite.

"That's true. . ." A knock rang out through the room. The two of you jolted up, you let out a wince from the bruising between your legs. "I'll get it, just get rid of the lingerie."

You nodded and Peter walked over to the door. He removed his webs quickly from the surface, throwing them in the trash. He opened the door and peek his head out, there stood MJ with a scrunched-up nose. "I hope you got the quick fucking out because everyone keeps asking for the two of you."

"We weren't doing that-"

"I tried to knock earlier and I heard." MJ deadpanned, disgusted by the recall of her flashbacks. "You're both disgusting. [Name], your mother's pick is coming soon!" She called out, giving Peter one last disgusted look, and walk off.

Flush spread across yours and Peter's cheeks as he muttered out a sorry. He closed the door with a grimace, turning back towards you. "Maybe we should have waited when we were alone."

"You think?" You sighed, running your fingers through your messy hair. "Well, whatever. I'll make it up to her somehow. I'll buy her a therapist." You joked trying to hold back the embarrassment you felt. "Let's just go watch the movie."

"Your mom probably picked Mean Girls again," Peter grumbled. "If I have to hear another iconic quote from Regina again, I will go ballistic. Why can't we ever watch the Star Wars prequels or the original trilogy?"

"Oh? You don't want to see the sequels?" You joked, knowing how he felt about the sequels.

"Never mention those atrocities around me again," Peter said in a serious tone as he grasp your hand, helping you walk towards the door.

You rose your hands in defense. "I'm sorry."

Peter just simply smiled as the two of you went back downstairs to watch Mean Girls for the millionth time; making an excuse as to why you were gone half the movie.

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The night ended with the four of you laying across MJ's room having a graduation sleepover. A movie played on MJ's projector screen as gifts were exchanged. MJ got you a special edition book of your favorite series and you were practically sobbing against her for the gift and she gave the boys drawings of a middle finger with a poem on the side. Ned got everyone a twenty-dollar gift card to the Lego store claiming that if everyone put the money together, they could get Luke Skywalker's helmet or Darth Vader's helmet lego set.

You got MJ her favorite horror movie that had bonus deleted never before scenes. You thought you were going to see her cry over the gift as well. And for the boys, you special made lightsabers with a holoprojector emitting out of the hole. Of course, you couldn't make a real lightsaber but it looked real as the green and blue hues of it emitted into the dim room. And for the final gift, you got them Anakin and Obi-Wan outfits to wear.

You could have sworn Ned was sobbing behind the outfit as he hid his face away. And Peter stared at your inventions in awe. He knew that you would get into the Stark Scholarship program. Your inventions were what drew Peter to you in the first place during freshmen year and then slowly, he fell in love with you hopelessly.

Peter wanted to make sure you got the world as you deserve. The lingerie gift wasn't the only gift. He created his own invention as a gift for all his friends. A necklace, it had a tracking device on it to know where you guys were at all times. He grew paranoid from the years of being Spiderman but everyone loved the necklace, claiming it was a symbol of friendship.

Peter glanced around at all his friends. The thoughts of Wanda saying that in another universe, he would lose this all. Selfishly, he was glad that he didn't lose it all. He did lose Tony but to lose everyone? For everyone to not remember him? That was torture and he wanted to make sure he did everything right; that everything in the universe would be balanced because if he did lose you, he would travel across the multiverse to find a way back to you.

Catching his stare, you held your necklace tightly close to your heart. His eyes soften as he didn't hear Ned's question. Ned shrugged, taking his phone and allowing his best friend to stare at his girlfriend. He was going to take a picture and send it to his Lola because he forgot his charger back at home.

Opening Peter's phone, his jaw dropped. "Peter, what's this?"

Peter lazily hummed, glancing at the phone in Ned's hand. He furrowed his brows but saw the footage on his phone. "Oh, fuck." He snatched his phone away. "Sorry."

Ned's cheeks were flushed. "Let's just watch the movie." He muttered, turning away from you and Peter.

You furrowed your brows as MJ caught on quickly. "Gross. Yeah, let's just watch the movie." Catching on, you understood that Ned had seen a brief scene of the sex footage. Peter wasn't so sure if he was lucky in this universe as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Now, Peter had to think of a way to make it up to Ned as well.

But, at least this night ended with Graduation fantasies. And Peter was eternally grateful to Wanda for this possibility of a new future for him; even if he wasn't so lucky still.

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hii ! Are you please able to write one where it’s caregiver! Peter Parker x little!reader where they’re at home together and reader regresses? You can pick any reason for it. I just think would be very comforting for me. Love you <3

There she is!

Content - age regression, cg!peter, accidental regression, Robbie the reindeer, dummy use, soft toys, cuddles, aunt may being a sweetheart, bottles, pure fluff, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - one afternoon you get really relaxed and you regress.

Authors note - please tell me I’m not the only one who still watches Robbie the reindeer, a bit of a short one but I really love this, I know Robbie the reindeer is considered more of a Christmas thing but I still watch it anyway, hope you enjoy <3

“Why won’t you ever watch it with me?” You complained looking up at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes “because it’s awful, it’s not even entertainment how do you like it baby” Peter chuckled getting up from the sofa and selecting an old DVD.

“It is entertainment!, how can honestly say that it isn’t? It’s got drama, suspense, heartbreak and attractive men and women” you stated with a cocky look on your face.

“Y/N I am not watching love island with you” he exclaimed with a grin on his face “how about we compromise with Robbie the reindeer” he said holding up the DVD case.

“Yes oh my god put it in!” You exclaimed throwing yourself down against the pillows watching him squat down beside the DVD player. Making his way back towards the sofa Peter sat down laying your upper body across his legs stroking your hair gently.

15 minutes into the program you realised how relaxed you felt, you felt so warm and safe in peters arms like you were in your own little world.

Looking down at you Peter could see the hazy look in your eyes looking at the clay reindeer on the screen. The scene came on when Robbie got trapped on the conveyer belt causing him to be packaged in a toy box. Now the scene was hilarious and enough to earn a chuckle out of any adult but the way you reacted was very different to how you normally would.

You were regressed.

Smiling Peter knelt down placing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple “there she is! There’s my little girl” looking shyly up at him you hugged his hand tightly under your chin “hello dada” you whispered turning your head back towards the telly.

"Hi sweetheart" he said softly not wanting to disturb you. Looking into his bedroom his door slightly agar he saw the baby blue box that he kept you regression things in. Aiming his hand towards the box he shot his webs watching in fly towards his hand.

Catching it in his left palm he silently removed the lid pulling out your transparent dummy with blue and red glitter and your bluebell kitten toy gently placing the dummy in your mouth and the toy in your arms.

Making sure you were comfortable he lightly turned his body to face the kitchen truing to work out a way to warm you a bottle.

"Hi you guys" he heard aunt may enter the apartment carrying some shopping in her arms "Hey may" he said beckoning her over to the two of you "would you be able to make her a bottle?" He whispered still stroking your hair.

"Oh of course! The orange or the purple bottle?" "Purple please" "Okay, just a sec" a few minutes later you heard the soft hum of the microwave looking up slightly "it's okay baby" peter soothed you.

"Here you go" may said passing him the bottle "hi little one" she addressed you with a soft tone. Smiling behind your dummy you waved at her shyly "aww so adorable" she smiled walking back towards the kitchen to put the shopping away.

Quickly pulling your dummy out so you didn't get fussy he replaced it with the warm bottle of milk. Relaxing back into him you accepted the bottle and gave him a small smile.

"It's okay my sweet angel, daddy's here for you."

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