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andrewsevermore · 2 years

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Hi!

So if you’re taking requests for Tobey’s Peter I would love casual cuddling with him. Like maybe they have just started the relationship and are always glued to each other because they hid their mutual feelings for so long. So Reader sits on his lap and hug constantly, Peter picks them up and swing around ny

And it’s all warm and fluffy

Something like that ^_^ thanks

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pairing: tobey!peter x f!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

summary: after years of unspoken feelings, you and peter are finally in a relationship

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word count: 1158

The wind blew past you as you walked into your apartment building. You had finally gotten your own apartment in the city after working so hard for so long and you were so happy. Your apartment was as small as they come. It wasn’t much, but it was home. And that was all that mattered to you. You set your school stuff down next to your bed and went back out to sit on the couch with your Microbiology textbook. You chuckle to yourself, remembering the class that finally got you to talk to the boy you had longed after for so many years.

You had first caught sight of Peter Parker in the halls of Midtown High during your sophomore year of high school on your first day since you had moved to Queens. His soft brown hair and his captivating blue eyes attacked your every sense. You had tried to get him to notice you back in high school, however, he had his eyes set on Mary-Jane Watson. And you couldn’t blame him. She was gorgeous and an absolute sweetheart. No matter how hard you tried in high school, you were never able to catch his eye. So you had given up by the beginning of your senior year (even though you still drooled over him during your lunch period but we don’t mention that). You had mainly kept to yourself and ended up staying in the city for college. Ironically enough, you and Peter both had decided to continue your studies at NYU. You didn’t know this valuable piece of information until your first day of your Biology Lab Course.

You had walked into the large lab room, scanning the tables to find most students already had partners, which seemed somewhat odd to you. Well, it was odd until you looked at the front board, where Professor Boden had projected pre-determined lab partners. You quickly found your name seated next to Peter Parker. Your heart jumped. Surely it had to be a mere coincidence. His name wasn’t that unique, was it?

However, when the brown-haired, blue-eyed boy walked into your Biology lecture and found he seat next to you, you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. You weren’t sure if he had recognized you or not, but you were hoping for the latter.

“Hey, Y/N, we went to high school together, right?” Peter asked, turning his body toward you.

Crap. “Uh, yeah, we did. How did you remember?” you asked, playing with your hands.

“There’s no way I could forget you, Y/N! You were one of the smartest at Midtown,” he chuckled, pulling his textbook out of his bag.

Of course, you thought. Peter Parker would remember you as the Midtown valedictorian, not the girl who pined after her for years. I mean, at least he didn’t think of you as obsessive or crazy.

As the days went by and labs were assigned, Peter had given you his number and had been texting non-stop. He knew how to make you blush. He knew just what to say to make you putty at his feet.

You were pulled back to the present day when you heard a knock on your front door. The sound made a smile stretch across your face. You rush to open the door, finding Peter with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, baby,” he smiles, pulling you into his arms.

“Hi,” you smile, burying your face in his neck. His cologne was sweet and musky, making you get as close as possible to him.

Peter presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you ask, kissing his cheek.

“You know I do,” he laughs, shooting a web at the ceiling to carry himself to your couch. You roll your eyes, following shortly in tow.

You remember the night he told Spider-Man. It was a little…much.

You woke to the sound of banging on your window. It made you jump, your heart pounding out of your chest. You rubbed your eyes, looking out your window. Instead of finding the dark fire escape, you found an injured Spider-Man. You could see that he was bleeding profusely, and he was still banging on your window.

You practically lept to your window, fighting to get it open. You looked the masked hero up and down, not really sure of what to do. Before you could say anything, he climbed through your window, practically falling on his ass.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay because you’re obviously not but I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do in this kind of situation and –,” you said, rambling as you tend to do when you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do.

“Y/N, baby, stop rambling,” Peter croaked out, messily ripping his mask off.

“Peter?!” you screamed, immediately falling to your knees to be at his side.

You patched his up as he told you the story of how he became Spider-Man, making you concerned as to how to hadn’t noticed sooner. You’d watched him like a hawk in high school and you were conflicted and confused. You were soon distracted by Peter placing a soft kiss on your lips, taking you away from your thoughts.

You cuddled up to Peter, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. After arguing for a little bit, finally agreeing on Indiana Jones. You giggled as Peter recited the lines as you watched, finding his dork tendencies to be absolutely adorable.

Your lack of sleep had started to catch up with you, trying to hide your yawns. Peter glances down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You ultimately decide to climb on to his lap, nuzzling your face in his neck.

Peter smiled, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly. He murmurs the lines under his breath, making you smile. You relaxed into his embrace, pressing soft kisses to his neck every once in a while, making the boy beneath you blush.

The movie ends before you know it, yet you don’t move. You’re relaxed in Peter’s arms and you’re both in a blissful bubble, taking in each other’s presence. You’re both pulled out of your content state when your stomach growls, causing both of you to giggle.

“What do you say to going out to dinner?” Peter asks, smiling down at you.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you smile, pulling yourself off of Peter’s lap. You grab your coat off of your bed and pull on your shoes. You head toward the front door, looking for Peter to be in tow.

You see him by the window with a smirk on his face. You let out a small laugh, Peter pulling you into his arms.

Peter opens the window, letting the crisp winter air fill the room. He pulls you close, holding you as he jumps out the window, causing you to scream.

#tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter parker #tobey maguire #tobey!peter fluff

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andrewsevermore · 2 years

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pairing: tom!peter x f!reader

warnings: sexual assault

summary: you took a shortcut into the wrong place at the wrong time, but luckily, peter was there to save the day

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word count: 912

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It was another cold night in Queens, making you wish you had decided to go to school someplace warmer. While your studio apartment was quite a hike from campus, it was cheaper than the dorms, which is why you decided to live off-campus. The cold bit at your fingertips, causing you to hide them under your long sleeves. You stopped in front of the alley you always use as your shortcut, since it gets you home faster. But something felt off. You shook your head, chalking it all up to you just being paranoid after a long day. You made your way into the alley, just trying to get home as fast as possible.

“Wassup, baby?” a man said, causing you to stop in your tracks. Panic ran through your veins, causing your feet to stick to the ground. “You looking for a fun time?” You shook your head, willing yourself to keep walking. But your body just wouldn’t move. You were frozen, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Aw, you a shy girl? Well I can change that,” he smiled, the devil in his eyes. He ran his fingers over your shoulders as he towered in front of you. Your hands were shaking and your eyes were glued to the dark concrete that lay under your feet. He tucked his fingers underneath your chin and forced you to look up at him. Tears filled your eyes and bile rose in your throat.

You tried to push him away with all your might. All he did was laugh, pulling at your clothes in order to get what he wanted. You think you screamed, but it was all a blur.

Meanwhile, Peter had been on his nightly watch, looking over the streets of Queens. He heard a blood-curdling scream, his senses pricking up. He immediately swung into action, searching for the source of the scream that echoed in his mind. He found you in the middle of a dark alley, trying to fight off a man twice your size. He could see that your eyes were screwed shut and you were doing all you could to get him off of you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Yes, the moment was extremely inappropriate, but he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were. His eyes never left your form as he webbed your attacker, pulling him away from you.

Your eyes shot open once you felt the man’s presence gone. You watched as Spider-Man defeated your attacker with ease, webbing him to the dumpster right beside him. Spidey pulled out his cell phone, calling the cops to let them know where to find the man. While relief washed over you, you still couldn’t stop shaking. Your breathing was unsteady and you knew that you had to be in shock.

“Hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Spider-Man asked.

You could only stare at the masked man in front of you. You weren’t sure if this was real. If the superhero was actually standing in front of you and had just saved your life.

Peter was confused, to say the least. While he waited to hear your voice, his eyes got lost in yours. A sea of Y/E/C that he wouldn’t mind drowning in. Your shaking hands lightly touched his arm, confirming his presence and the entire event.

“I-I’m alright, I think. Thank you, for saving me,” you replied, your voice hoarse from screaming just minutes earlier.

“Are you sure? You look pretty shaken up,” Peter said, his voice laced with concern for your well-being.

“Y-yeah, he didn’t hurt me” you answer, shaking your head.

“Let me walk you back to your apartment, just so that I know you’re safe,” Peter said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice. The two of you walk in silence toward your apartment building. The old building became closer and closer, a sense of relief filling your body. But as you got in the elevator, Spider-Man followed you.

“You know you don’t have to follow me all the way up, right?” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know, but I just want to make sure you get there safely,” he said, and you could tell that he was smiling underneath that mask.

As you got to your door, you turned to look at the masked hero. “Thank you, again.”

“No need to thank me. Just doing what’s right,” he said.

You smiled at him, unlocking your door.

“What’s your name?” Spider-Man asked out of the blue.

“It’s Y/N,” you answer, not bothering to ask his because you know he won’t tell you.

“Well, goodnight, Y/N. Stay safe and stay out of dark allies,” he said, shutting your door for you.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. You might just start taking the long way home, just to make sure.

—

You woke the next morning to your alarm blaring. You quickly shut it off, rubbing your eyes. You sat up, taking in your surroundings. You took a deep breath, needing to get ready for the day. You walked in your kitchen to find a note that was obviously slid under your front door.

It was nice saving you, Y/N.

- Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

And underneath his signature, was a phone number. Maybe there was a reason for you to be in that alley last night.

#peter parker #tom!peter #tom!peter x reader #tom!peter angst

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andrewsevermore · 2 years

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wanda x reader angst with happy ending? you can decide the plot, i’m just craving some angst and fluff. not sure if you write smut but make up sex would be nice. thanks!!

okay omg i love this

you’re not sorry

pairing: wanda maximoff x f!reader

warnings: ANGST, arguing, crying, smut (18+ minors DNI)

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word count: 1635

Tensions had been running high amongst the Avengers compound, as whispers of a new threat lingered in the air. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you that morning, and Steve had benched you. He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt. You sat in your room, your chest heavy with dread. Your breaths shallow and your cheeks stained with an infinite amount of tears. Something just felt wrong, and you didn’t know what. Wanda hadn’t said a word to you all morning, which definitely wasn’t helping the situation. You were all alone.

You had always hated the feeling of loneliness. It made you feel hollow inside. Like all the warmth had been drained from your body. It encapsulated you like a tomb. You held your blanket close to your chest. It was one that Wanda had gotten you for days like this. It was your favorite color, weighted, and extremely warm. It helped most of the time. But today was not one of those days.

Tears welled up once more, causing you to pull at your hair and whimper. You wanted to know why you were like this. Why these feelings had to take control and never let go. Why your thoughts trapped you in an unbearable prison. Why couldn't you just be “normal”? Your thoughts kept running around in circles, eventually making you grow exhausted. You soon fell into a deep unconsciousness, finally slipping away for just a moment.

—

You woke to Wanda’s bedroom door slamming shut. It made you jump out of your skin, the sudden noise shaking you. You could hear her grumbling to herself in her native language, her accent heavy. She was obviously upset. You pulled yourself out of bed, whining at the loss of warmth that your bed provided. You threw on an old “Stark Expo” hoodie, one that Tony gifted you the day you moved in.

You slowly opened your door, hearing Wanda angrily speaking to herself. You knocked on her door softly. “Wanda? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, does it sound like I’m okay?” Wanda snapped, her accent heavier than before.

“W-well, not really. I just wanted to check up on you,” you said, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie.

Wanda opened the door, her eyes glaring red. She looked you up and down, rolling her eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, following her into her room.

Wanda mumbled in Sokovian, unpacking her mission bag.

“Wanda, please talk to me,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Well, I don’t want to talk! It’s not like you’d give a shit, anyway. You were too busy sitting on your ass and being fucking useless!” Wanda snapped.

She knew she was wrong the second the words left her mouth, but it was too late. It felt as though time had stopped. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. Your tears returned, immediately streaming down your cheeks.

“Y/N, wait,” Wanda tried, but you quickly ran into your room, locking the door behind you. You fell to your knees, sobs wracking your body. You had never felt so much pain all at once. Out of everyone on the team, you thought Wanda would be the most understanding of your condition. Hell, she’s held you through your anxiety attacks more times than you could count. She had never once, not in the time that you had known her, said anything of that nature. And you didn’t know how you were supposed to cope with that.

Wanda stood outside your door, knocking hopelessly. She knew it was wrong. She wished she could take it all back. She was only frustrated. She had no reason to take it out on you. “Y/N, please let me in. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I had no reason to take it out on you. Please open the door, baby,” Wanda pleaded. But your sobs only got louder.

You felt like you could barely breathe. Everything was muffled. You couldn’t keep yourself together. It hurt too much. You were beginning to hyperventilate, and you felt like you might throw up. Wanda could feel your panic, and she couldn’t stand by any longer. Her eyes glowed red and her powers broke your lock, making the door swing open. She immediately rushed to your side, pulling you in her lap.

“Baby, you gotta breathe. Please, baby, you have to calm down,” she said, holding you as close as she could.

You buried your face in her chest, not knowing how you were supposed to calm down. “I-I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can, my love. Yes you can. Deep breaths in and out. Breathe with me,” Wanda cooed, rubbing your back.

You began to breathe with her, your breaths slowly returning to normal. You were still shaking, her words continuing to ring in your ears. You climbed out of her lap, going back to your bed.

“Y/N, can we talk? Please?” Wanda said, sitting down next to you.

“Why? So you can keep telling me how fucking useless I am?” you say, playing with your fingers.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I meant none of that. I was frustrated from the mission and I had no right to take it out on you. I am so so sorry. You are one of the bravest people I know. You have every right to be mad at me, but I want you to know that I’m sorry. And I want to make it up to you,” Wanda said, pulling your hands into hers.

“Make it up to me how?” you questioned, finally looking into her eyes.

“Can I show you, princess?” she asked, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb as her eyes darkened.

You bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together as you nod your head.

“Uh uh, I need words, babygirl,” Wanda whispered in your ear, her hand slipping in between your thighs.

“Show me,” you whispered in want.

Wanda pressed her lips to yours, kissing you as hard and passionately as she could. You let out a soft moan, giving into Wanda, wanting to know just how sorry she was. She quickly pulled you into her lap, your fingers threading into her hair. Wanda’s hand trailed up your chest, making you shiver in want. Her hand followed the path to your throat, wrapping her hand around it. She choked you lightly, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Your hips began to grind in hers, begging for any sort of friction.

Wanda smirked, biting your bottom lip, causing you to gasp. She quickly slipped her tongue in your mouth, making you moan into her. She laid you down, straddling your hips. “You’re being such a good girl,” she smiled, moving down to leave marks on the column of your neck. You whimpered and whined, grabbing at her shirt. She smiled as she undressed you, leaving you bare beneath her. You shivered at the cold and tried to cover yourself up, but her eyes turned red and, soon enough, your hands and legs were pinned down. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet thing.”

She slowly undressed herself in front of you, keeping her bra and panties on just to tease you. She knew you loved seeing her in just her lingerie that was bought only for you to see. She kissed down your chest, leaving marks as she went, causing you to whimper and moan for her. She loved hearing your reactions. She loved seeing you squirm for her. She slowly made her way down to where you needed her most. You bucked your hips, begging for her to touch you. “God, you’re so needy,” she smirked.

“P-please, Wanda. I need you,” you whimpered.

Wanda smiled. “Do you forgive me?” she asked innocently as she stroked one finger between your folds, causing you to buck your hips.

“Yes! Yes, I forgive you,” you cried out.

“Good,” she smiled, immediately burying her face in between your legs. You let out a loud moan, bucking your hips against her. She licked and sucked on your clit, making you cry out for her. You whimpered, whined, and moaned, just begging to reach your high.

Wanda pulled away, causing you to whine. “Oh, shush,” Wanda laughed. She slowly slid a finger inside you, causing you to gasp. You bucked your hips as she began to slowly thrust her finger inside you. You moaned loudly, begging for more.

“P-please, more, please,” you begged, tears clouding your vision.

“As you wish, my love,” Wanda smirked, sliding another finger in you. You gasped and let out your loudest moan yet. Wanda began to thrust faster, pushing you closer and closer to your release. Your hips bucked and you whined, just wanting, no, needing to get to your release.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Wanda teased, sliding yet another finger in you.

“Yes! Yes, please let me cum, please!” you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Wanda leaned down, whispering in your ear, “Cum for me, babygirl.”

You let go, crying out for her. Your release was earth shattering, causing your thighs to shake. As you settled, Wanda slowly pulled her fingers out of you. She quickly got up, grabbing a washcloth to clean you up. She dressed you in new pajamas, pulling you into her arms.

“You promise you forgive me, baby?” Wanda asked, stroking your hair.

“As long as you promise you didn’t mean it,” you whispered, snuggling into her body heat.

“I promise, my sweet girl, I meant absolutely none of it. You are one of the bravest people I know. I love you so so much,” Wanda said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you more,” you smiled, slowly slipping into sleep.

“I love you most.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff smut

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andrewsevermore · 2 years

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safe in your arms

pairing: wanda maximoff x f!reader

warnings: none

summary: after an extremely hard mission with natasha, all you want is wanda

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word count: 965

Your body ached like it never had before. You could feel the bruises setting in and it took everything in you not to just start crying. What was supposed to be an easy mission turned into a massive shitshow, ending with an extremely tough battle. You sat with your head in your hands as Natahsa flew the quinjet back to base, no words uttered between the two of you. Your fingers grazed the cut on your forehead, making you whimper in pain. You knew you’d have to have Bruce check it out, but all your mind could focus on was finally seeing Wanda again.

You had left so early in the morning that all you really got was a groggy “goodbye” from your love. As you sat, your thoughts devoted entirely to the woman you love, you could feel your mind begin to turn fuzzy. You needed her to hold you and tell you that it was all okay. You needed her to take care of you. You needed her to love you. You just needed her. As your mind clouded with thoughts of Wanda Maximoff, Natasha slowly landed the quinjet. She could tell that you were exhausted. She hadn’t expected them all to come out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a secure location. It was supposed to be an easy mission.

“Alright, kid. I’ll finish up the checks out here. You go inside and relax, okay?” Natasha said, turning around to face you.

You nodded your head, grabbing your supplies and heading inside. You walked to the mission prep room in silence, your feet screaming with each step forward. You put your supplies away in silence. You made sure each weapon was disarmed in record time, your soul aching to be with Wanda. You felt blood drip down from the cut on your head, causing you to whine in annoyance. Once everything was put away, you went out on your search for Wanda.

As you went upstairs toward the lounge room, you heard her infectious laugh, causing your heart to skip a beat. You walked faster, no matter how much it hurt. You needed to be with her.

Wanda could feel your presence. She knew something was wrong. The second you walked in the room, her eyes went right to the giant cut on your forehead. But, before she could even get a word out, you crawled right into her lap and buried your face in her neck.

“Hi, babygirl. Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Wanda asked, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Mission went bad,” you mumbled, clinging onto Wanda for dear life.

Wanda’s brows furrowed, causing her to look into your mind, seeing you and Natasha fight against a group of men much larger than the both of you. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering sweet-nothings in your ear. “I know you’re exhausted, sweet girl, but we have to get Bruce to check out that cut on your head.”

You let out a groan, causing Wanda to let out a small laugh. Wanda picked you up, carrying you over to Bruce’s office. She set you down on a table, getting Bruce’s attention.

“What happened, Y/N?” Bruce asked, inspecting the cut on your forehead.

“Nat and I were supposed to just get in and out. It was supposed to be secure but before we knew it, a bunch of guys appeared out of nowhere. One of them had this weird knife that could basically follow you and he nicked me on the head,” you explained, playing with Wanda’s hands.

“Alright. You’re gonna need some stitches, unfortunately. Let me get the stuff and then we’ll get you patched up,” Bruce said, heading over to his supply closet.

You let out a groan, burying your head in Wanda’s shoulder, causing her to let out a small laugh.

“You’re gonna be okay, my love. I promise,” Wanda said, holding you close.

Bruce came back, ready to fix you up. He cleaned your wound, stitching you up slowly and carefully. You squeezed Wanda’s hand, trying to keep your emotions at bay. Wanda rubbed her thumb across the top of your hand, trying to comfort you as best as she could. Once Bruce was done, you thanked him and walked to your bedroom with Wanda, your hands still intertwined.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Wanda said, trailing her fingers up and down your arms. You nod your head, following her into your bathroom. She slowly undresses you, starting to run the shower. She made sure the water was nice and hot, perfect to make you relax. Wanda quickly undressed herself, taking you by the hand and leading you into the shower. She held you close, washing your hair and cleaning you of all of the dirt and grime accumulated from your mission. She cleaned you slowly as you savored every moment of her hands on your skin.

Once you were both out of the shower, you both dressed in pajamas and climbed into your bed. You both sunk into the mattress and you watched as Wanda turned on one of her favorite sitcoms. You curled into Wanda’s side, wanting to be as close as possible. She held you close, drawing patterns on your back as you slowly relaxed and allowed your body to become comfortable. Wanda could feel the exhaustion radiating from your body as you will yourself to stay awake.

“Go to sleep, sweet girl. I’m not going anywhere,” Wanda whispered, pressing her lips to the top of your head. Your body slowly slipped into sweet unconsciousness. Wanda kept your memories from your dreams, filling your head with beautiful memories of the two of you. She kept you close, never letting you go. You were safe in her arms.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x f!reader

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