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whoreforpeterparker · 1 year

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on my knees

Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.

"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.

This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other.

That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off. He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on.

"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.

His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.

Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.

Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good.

" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to" You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips.

You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good.

You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact.

"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"

"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.

Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan.

after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you.

"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks

#peter parker x reader #Smut #requests open #oneshot #spiderman #peter parker #x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #no way home #spiderman no way home #aunt may #nwh

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Video game || Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is your best friend, you go to his house after an argument with your parents. However he’s playing video games so you decided to sit in his lap. He realises your sad and turns off the game to comfort you.

Today just wasn’t the day, school was tough as it is and now your shouting back at your parents. You don’t really know what caused the fight between them, they always find ways to argue with each other. All you was trying to do is defuse the fight between them both.

Being the only child really sucks when they argue as you are always in the middle of it trying to calm them down. The most annoying thing is, is that after an argument the next day they acted like nothing happened. They would be cuddling on the sofa acting happy and not the toxic couple they was the night before. And this really made you mad.

Now your mum is shouting at you telling you not to get involved even though she’s the one that had called you down to interfere with it. You was just sitting in your bedroom catching up with your homework when she shouted, “Y/N COME DOWN!” That’s when you came running down the stairs.

You knew what was going to happen, in the end you would be the bad person to trying to find peace. You didn’t think arguments nor violence was the way to sort problems or issues.

“I don’t care y/n, you told me the other day you thought the same!” Your mum shouted trying to get you on her side when really you wasn’t on any. She lied, you never thought the same as her, you didn’t say anything. She just wanted you and her to gang up on your dad.

“Don’t try turn my daughter against me you bitch” Your dad shouted in your mums face as you stood between them, scared if anything happened. You were pleading them to stop, tears falling down your cheeks. That’s when your mum tried to slap your dad in the face but ended up hitting you. It has happened many times, this time it hurting really bad.

“ouch! I SAID STOP! LOOK IM THE ONE GETTING HURT NOW! JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” You scream a sob, walking pass them to get your shoes on. You really had enough, your tired and just wanted sleep. Now you couldn’t.

“Where are you going? y/n i’m sorry” Your mum grabbed your arm trying to stop you from walking out the door.

You just shrugged her off, grabbing your keys and phone slamming the door behind you. Ignoring her shouts and calls for you to come back. It was dark outside and chilly. Queens wasn’t very safe to be travelling outside at this time of the night, however you didn’t really care. You just needed to see one person and one person only……Peter.

…………………………….

You arrived at his apartment fifteen minutes later, May letting you in straight away. You smiled at her before slowly walking into Peters room, his door being open a tiny bit. There sat your best friend of four years with his headset on and a controller in his hands. His fingers aggressively pressing the buttons.

You shut his door quietly the sound making his head turn to the door. He quickly took his head set off resting it on the back of his neck, the controller in his lap. “Oh hey love, I didn’t know you was coming” He said with a small smile.

“Yeah, c-can I stay over?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed where his chair was leaning against.

“Yeah of course, everything okay? Wait Ned!” He asked.

“Everything’s good” You lie smiling.

“Okay well i’m gonna play one more game then we can do something” He said turning around to play again with ned.

One game turned into two games and two games turned into more. Not that you minded, but you did want to feel physical touch right now. You needed Peters arms around you to tell you everything will be okay. Instead he’s shouting on the headset to Ned.

“Get him! SHOOT HIM!” He shouted as an idea popped into your head. You didn’t want him to stop playing as that’s what he wanted to do…so you stood up, throwing your phone on his bed.

Walking over to him slowly, seeing his eyes stay on the screen. “What the f-Y/n what are you- No Ned!” You moved his arms so you can sit on his lap in the chair. Your legs either side of them through the arms of the chairs and your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your head was now snuggled into his neck, taking in his sent.

“You okay, love?” He wrapped his arms around you still holding his controller in his hands. You just nodded into his neck not wanting to speak. At first he didn’t really think much about it, until he felt wetness in the crook of his neck. That’s when he turned off his game, taking the head set off and placing it with his controller on the side.

Peter then slowly stood up holding the back of your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you. He pushed his chair back into the desk, walking over to his bed sitting down.

“Hey, hey sweetheart. What’s the matter?” He tries to lift your head up but you just keep forcing it back down. “Look at me y/n/n” He said, your head slowly lift eyes locking together. You wiped your eyes with your hands, looking at him with a fake smile.

“I’m fine, really.” You tell him again wanting to just stay in the position you was just in.

He rubbed both your arms feeling the goosebumps on your skin. “Your cold. Let me give you something to wear, i’ll get you a hoodie and bottoms” He smiles taking you off his lap.

Once you had gotten changed, Peter walked back into the room with some snacks for you both to eat. He dimmed the lights sitting next to you on his bed, wrapping his arm around you.

“M-My parents were arguing again, I tried to stop it. They got me involved and m-my mum went to hit my dad but she slapped me in the face instead a-as I was in between them. T-They never stop” You sob next to him as he pulls you closer to his body.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here y/n. Don’t worry. I’m so sorry that you have to go through that. Remember your always welcome to stay here” He told you and you always will be.

“I’m sorry I always come here when I have problems” You sniffle.

“Don’t apologise. I’m always gonna be here to comfort you….Now let’s watch StarWars” He smiles placing a kiss on your head.

You love Peter, he’s always there through stuff like this. Your just so lucky to have him in your life.

#fluff #peter parker #peter parker fluff #tom holland peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #videogames #imagines #ned #spiderman #aunt may #yn #oneshot #tom holland

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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Irondad fic ideas #122

Peter is always reluctant to let Tony buy him things. It's a point that they argue about constantly (not in an angst way, but not in a joking way either). Every time Tony tries to spend money on him, Peter struggles to accept it and argues that it's too much. Especially when it's for something he just wants rather than needs.

One day, after trying and failing to get Peter to accept some gift, Tony finally gets him to see his side like this:

Tony: What if you had $100, and you saw someone who was hungry and you could just buy them a meal. Wouldn't you do it?

Peter: Well yeah, but-

Tony: What you had $1000 and your best friend Ted was cold and you could just buy him a coat. Even a $400 coat. It'd keep him warm every winter for years. Wouldn't you?

Peter: Yes-

Tony: If you had infinite money and you could just get May jewelry she wanted or just get MJ the art supplies she'd been saving for-

Peter: Okay, yes, I get it

Tony: Kid, you'd spend your last dollar on a stranger. I couldn't spend all of my money in a lifetime if I tried. And I've tried. If you had the kind of money I do, you'd be spending it on everyone you love, all the time. Can't you let me do the same?

#irondad fic ideas #bonus if this is a 5+1 #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #tony stark #peter parker #peter: haha yeah I can't even imagine having that much money honestly that's crazy. kinda good that's not something I need to worry about #tony: ....should I tell him?#may: nah. wait till he's done with college #reader- tony did not succeed in keeping the heir secret until peter was done with college #legend says the shrieking could be heard from the penthouse of stark tower all the way to the ground floor #ironfam #iron man #spider man

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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peter man?

chapter one: a not so fun necklace.

Peter Parker x Winterwidow/Buckynat's daughter! reader.

Dreams, by the Cranberries.

"Oh, my life is changing everyday... In every possible way."

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Her eyes darted between her father and her mother. Another staring contest, fun.

Her mothers green eyes staring into her father's icy blue ones.

Y/n just stood up and carefully walked out of the compound kitchen and into her room and saw Peter already there and she sighed, kicked her slippers off and jumped onto him, since he was laying on his bed and snuggled into his side.

"Hi Peter man." She said teasingly and earned an audible groan from him.

"Why are you calling me that..." he mumbled and wrapped his arms around her body and let her snuggle into him.

He had learned that snuggling was her way of coping with her past in the Red Room, a way to learn that physical contact can be okay.

"Because it's funny, Spider Parker." She giggles and looked up at him with her soft Y/e/c eyes and looked into his warm and comforting brown eyes.

But he can't be mad, he never wanted to not be snuggling her.

But that doesn't mean he can't get annoyed by her.

He groans loudly and rolled over on top of her, earning a loud 'Oomf' from her.

He laid on top of her, putting his whole body weight on her.

"Oh you asshole." She groans and he chuckles as he laid on her.

"C'mon, you enjoy it, don't lie." He said cheekily, and he put his hands on her stomach. His hand going her her shirt a bit, he felt her scars...but they made her fucking beautiful to him.

She rolled her eyes and held him tightly.

"Shut up..." She mumbled into his hair as he had his face in the crook of her neck. He giggles and traced her scares lightly, his rough and calloused hand on the scar tissue felt delicate.

He felt to coolness of her right bionic hand on the nape of his neck, people would beget all weird by it, but like how Natasha was with Bucky, he saw through the arm and just the person, the person whom they both truly love.

It was dinner time, all of the Avengers were sitting down eating.

And dinner always consisted of Bucky and Sam Arguing, Tony wiggling his eyebrows at Peter, Natasha glaring at Tony, Wanda reading the teens minds and giggling, Loki not caring for the young Peter but always giving encouraging smiles to Y/n, Thor not knowing whats going on, Bruce not caring really, Steve trying to calm down Bucky and Sam, Clint not caring and trying to eat, Somehow Vision even knows the love between Y/n and Peter.

In a nutshell it was normal until Pietro started something quiet interesting...

"Peter, Y/n?" He asked, his accent thick as he stood up. Everyone raised their eyebrows s he grabbed a fistful of pasta and threw it at Y/n.

"I declare, a food fight."

Everyone's eyes widen and Thor immediately threw garlic bread at the speedsters face. Tony lets out a cackle and threw a meatball at Steve's face.

Then a war had begun. Peter and Y/n had hid under the table with cookies in hand as the adults were throwing pasta all over each other.

Y/n giggles and Peter sighed and looked at her, her delicate features. And she turned and they made eye contact

And that was when it felt as if everything slowed down. Their eyes looking into one another, and they just felt so connected. And slowly, inch, by inch they leaned in... and they got so close, that only their noses touched.

He could smell her perfume, the addicting coffee, lavender and vanilla.

She was just addicting to him.

His left hand went to her cheek and the back of her neck, inching closer and closer...

Then Thor lifted the table up, and the two pulled away quickly and sh threw a cookie at him and jumped up, then helped Peter up, their faces bright red. Now, EVERYONE knew.

But, being the two hopeless idiots they didn't.

"Man of spiders! Lady of Metal Arms! I have found you!" Thor boomed happily and gave a knowing grin and wiggled his eyebrows in very, very obvious way.

Y/n was currently on her bed, with her mother, Wanda and Pepper stopped by to see what she missed since she missed dinner.

"You two almost kissed?!" Pepper yelled and Wanda shushed her and Natasha sighed.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you sound proof the room?" Natasha said to the AI and the room became sound proof.

Natasha takes a deep breath then she started.

"Y/n Rebecca Barnes, you have to tell him you like him!" She yelled and stood up and started pacing while she spoke to her daughter.

"If you don't tell him he will never know!" Pepper nodded and added to Natasha.

"It is so clear he is in love with you!" Wanda nodded and also added.

"You know, I have never felt so much love for a person then he does for you..."

Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples and laid back on her bed, and groans, the metal of her hand helping her nerves.

But little did she know, that in Peters room. There was all of the boys trying to comfort a very, very anxious spider.

"Kid, if she didn't like you should would have pulled away or not lean in at all." Steve sighed and Bucky just looked uncomfortable.

Tony puts his hand on his shoulder and said.

"You should have made out with her quicker-"

"Stark! Do you forget that she is my daughter?" Bucky snapped and Tony chuckled and whispered to Peter.

"Don't forget about Papa-Bear." And Steve sighed as he had to restrain his childhood best friend.

"B-Buck! Don't you dare make me get Natasha." Steve said firmly and Bucky stopped and whispers.

"You wouldn't dare to get Natalia." He seethed out and Steve sighed and yelled.

"Natasha! Bucky is trying to kill another Stark."

Tony grimaced and everyone else had to stifle down a laugh. And Bucky just rolled his eyes as Natasha walked in and started speaking in rapid Russian with Bucky.

"Seriously, James? What did he do this time?" Natasha asked in Russian.

"He was talking about how he should have made out with our daughter earlier!" He responded.

All she did was let out a small chuckle and said.

"He has a point, James."

"Natalia, no."

"Natalia yes."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as she dragged him out of the room and eventually all of the others walked out as well. After a few minutes, Y/n sneaked into his room, like usual, in her pajamas and snuggled into his side.

Something they do nightly, his arms around her waist and he face in his chest as she listens to his heart beat.

"Peter..?" She mumbled softly into his chest and he looked down at her and whispered.

"Yeah, princess?" She looked up and sighed as she nuzzled into him more.

"I'm scared..." she mumbled and he sighed and held her tightly.

"The nightmares?"

She nodded and he thought for a moment and he got close to her ear and whispered.

"You wanna stay with me?" She looked up and nodded, solace was what she needed.

He smiles and moved her so she could get under the sheets and blankets, he practically engulfed her with blankets and himself.

She giggles and nuzzled into his chest and mumbled.

"Good night, Peter man."

He didn't roll his eyes but he kissed her forehead and whispered.

"Good night, Stargirl." She blushed a deep magenta when he said her hero name, and when he kissed her forehead.

Lord he knew how to make her melt like a candle.

And just like that, she fell asleep.

In the arms with the one, and only guy she wants.

But the nightmares of her getting choked by The Winter Soldier and his metal arm will always come.

How his hand was a not so fun necklace.

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fandomnerd9602 · 10 months

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Could you do a story where spideypool reader walks in and makes a beeline for Peter B parker.

‘where is my little maymay’

‘she’s been kidnapped’

reader draws and checks his gun ‘im ready’

‘im kidding she is having a diaper change, but good to know you’ll protect her at all cost’

‘Maymay’, reader yells when mj comes in with her.

Y/N: Maymay! My favorite little multiverse sister!

Peter and MJ watch Y/N holding little May...

Peter: i guess beauty soothes the savage beast

MJ: think we can get Y/N to babysit?

Y/N: I'll do it!! Free of charge!

Y/N hugs May tight...

Y/N: (whispers) I won't let anyone hurt you Maymay

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spideypool wuz here #spideypool #may parker #peter b parker

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wulvert · 5 months

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#i dont talk abt it a lot but i've been unhealthily obsessed with spider-man for most of my life and sometimes i need to imagine making a #spider-man comic to stop myself from being really annoying about it. a spider-man comic by me would be shit keep in mind i hate fight scene #and superhero comics are fight scene so I'll never actually do it I just like to think about it. Id have nothing new to bring to the table #I just like peter parker a weird amount like its unhealthy and its annoying and i think doc ock and aunt may should get together #i also think peter should not be given access to science careers even though he really wants them #and i dont like when hes rich. or happy. or winning. or #i keep looking at that thing and going oh jerma that isnt jerma do not interact with me #also i like doc ock hes funy. hehe do cock #hehe #bye

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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MARS — dying to know what you think single!dad peter parker would be like (whether he’s still spidey or not is up to you gf)

ohmygosh this was such a good concept. fem!reader

ღ peter parker as a single dad headcanons!

• okay so for some reason I picture him with twins, one girl and one boy

• he carries them around one on each hip until they’re like 2 years old

• which is far too long because they’re much too big but he’s spiderman so he’s barely breaking a sweat

• actually he is breaking a sweat. they’ve been running him through the mill since day one. but he loves them so much anyway

• calls them tweedledee and tweedledum

• also calls them bugboy and buggirl. omg

• holds family bath time where all three of them get in the bubbliest bath known to man kind. the kids love it (peter loves it more)

• dresses them in matching outfits

• puts little bows in baby girl’s hair once it’s long enough. buys literally every baby bow he sees because she’s so cute in them

• dresses them up as spiderman and spiderwoman for halloween

• he figures out how to use his spidey powers in very innovative ways

• for example: sometimes he sticks a baby to the wall with his webs because they’re crawling in different directions and he can’t keep up

• clothesline??? no, just a bunch of webs

• okay he definitely has one of those baby carrier things where you strap them to your chest!! when they go out, one baby goes in there and the other sits on his shoulders

• they fight over who gets to go on dad’s shoulders all the time

• his daughter is a daddy’s girl fr. she clings to him in every social setting ever. she inherited peter’s social ineptitude

• his son inherited all of his charm and recklessness. he’s a total charmer but has absolutely no sense of danger. will jump off couches without warning and talk to strangers like they’re his best friends

• peter’s a wonderful dad, but his son especially needs a mom figure to keep him in check!! (that’s where you come in hehe)

• the first time you meet singledad!peter is when his son comes toddling up to you alone at the grocery store

• you help him find his dad, who turns out to be a cute tall brunette who looks like he’s on wits end

• he’s so relieved when his baby boy runs up to him. scoops him up even though he’s already holding his girl and just squeezes like he never wants to let go

• you offer to help peter with the rest of his shopping bc he looks dead beat. he melts on the spot

• and the rest is history!!

• his son becomes instantly attached to you. baby girl takes longer to warm up to you, though

• she likes you but she’s just so shy. clings to her dad when you come over

• when she cuddles you for the first time you almost cry. peter does cry

• overall singledad!peter parker is perfect and adorable and I’m obsessed

#FINALLY GOT AROUND TO THIS YAY #this is so long whoops #I … may have got a little carried away #★ mal writes!#✿ 300 celebration!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #peter parker headcanon #peter parker headcanons #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker thought #✉️#ღ bugboy

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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months

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Nightingale - Peter Parker

In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work. wc: 830 Italics = flashbacks. there's a hint of tony stark in here if you squint Nightingale: a small passerine bird best known for its powerful and beautiful song

There was something familiar about him, you told yourself, but it seemed just about impossible to pin point where exactly you knew the man from. You blinked twice, breaking the eye contact with him to glance down at the packet of bandages you held in your hand. Clearing your throat, you made your way to the feminine hygiene section, looking for a pair of tweezers that would hopefully fix your problem. When you looked up again, the same man reappeared in the same isle as you, but he quickly looked away when your eyes met his once more. Jesus, you had too many enemies.

The hand free from the grocery basket you held went into your pocket, securing a grip around the pocket knife you held; it would be too risky to use your powers unmasked in public. Your father would be furious if your identity was discovered. Putting your head down, you sped up your pace, making your way towards the check out, when you bumped into someone. A loud clatter of your basket hitting the floor alerted a few customers, and your now unoccupied hand came up to grip your opposite forearm. You groaned as the man scrambled to get your things, the glass shards in your covered arm inevitably having been pushed deeper into your skin.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- you're just, I swear I feel like I've seen you before." It was him again. At the lack of an answer, he looked at where you were gripping your arm, and it looked like something in him clicked.

It dawned on you. Oh, him and his stupid spider-tingles.

"You know there's no use in running. Just tell me what you know and maybe we won't be so harsh on you." He teased. You laughed whole-heartedly, flicking through the pages of the magazine on the desk. "How bold of you to assume I'm running. I'm just getting the job done, Spider-man." He crossed his arms, the eyes on his mask getting smaller, so you assumed he wasn't very happy with you. "Just wait for it." You stated, and immediately, he was back onto you.

You dodged the webs he shot at you, instead stepping closer to him and whispering "I heard a secret..." Your voice echoed in the room, which hinted at you that he was under your spell, but a bang from behind you had you off your feet, your back slamming against the the floor. There was a ringing in your ears and a blinding pain in your left arm, which you tried to shake off, getting back on your feet instead. A muffled "I had everything under control!" told you that now was the best time to make your escape. "When I fucking hear 'I heard a secret', no one is in control but her!" The job was done, and clearly all pleasantries were over.

While Spider-Man continued his argument with his mentor or teammate, you made your way over to the glass window that had just been broken from behind the second hero. You continued your spell "I heard a secret that Spider-Man would take off his mask for me." Just as the man took off his mask, hair falling into his face, his mentor yelled, spinning towards you and shooting at you to protect his teammate. You leaped out the broken window, barely getting a glimpse of Spider-Man's real face...

"Nightingale..." He whispered, his wide brown eyes now frozen on you. "Well who knew I could've saved myself the trouble of making you remove that mask for me?" You joked, still clutching your arm. "You're hurt." He said, reaching for your arm. You flinched away from him, snatching the basket from his hands. "What? Do you care about me Spider-Man?" He shushed you loudly, looking around at the other customers whose attention was still on you. "I didn't want to hurt you- I just wanted to do my job."

"Oh don't worry, it wasn't you. That little mentor of-"

"He's not my mentor!"

You both went silent. You nodded at him in acknowledgement, spinning on your heels. "Well it was good to see you Spider-Man!" Scurrying footsteps behind you told you that he wasn't done. "I can't just let you go!" He whispered, now walking beside you. "Why don't you come home with me and I can fix you up and then... Then we can talk about it?" You chuckled, smiling up at him. "Hey, I can't just go home with someone whose name I don't even know." You joked.

"I'm Peter Parker." You went still, stopping in your steps. Turning towards him with wide eyes, your jaw went slack. "I'm Peter Parker and I know you wouldn't do what you do if he wasn't your father." You gasped, quickly breaking eye contact with him. "How do you-"

"Come on, we'll talk about it."

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fivemillioneyes · 2 years

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making may wear a vibrator to a party!!! and she’s squeezing her thighs together and squirming in her seat and people are asking if she’s okay because she’s so red and her voice is all shaky. and when you have a moment alone, you pull her aside and shove a hand down her pants just to feel how wet she is. she’s whimpering into your ear as you touch her, and before she can come, you pull away and smirk and leave the poor thing all wet and needy and so, so close. you reward her when you get home.

yes yes yes!! she’s all squirmy and desperate throughout the entire night because it’s one of those remote controlled vibrators, and guess who happens to have the remote. you play with the settings, flicking it up and down so that every time she gets close, she can’t come. AND YES there’s an empty closet nearby. you tug may into it halfway through the night, and she’s positively soaking when you reach down to touch her. may’s trying so hard to stay quiet for you because there are people right outside, so she’s just whimpering and whining quietly into your ear!! when she’s close, you pull away because you’re mean, and may’s shaking and almost crying because she’s so close. she tries to cling onto you and pull you closer, but you just tut and extract yourself from her and head back out into the party, leaving her to clean herself up. when you get home, you make sure to fuck her really good to make up for your behavior.

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whoreforpeterparker · 1 year

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The Unknown

Summary: Peter and reader make out for the first time ;)

Requests are open : )

You and Peter haven't done anything more than kiss but it isn't because you guys don't want to go further its simply hard to find a time to be alone. Peter is always busy with being Spider-man which you don't mind at all but it gets frustrating when all you want to do is make out with him until you get lightheaded. Thats all you think about in class and you were determined that today was the day.

When you and Pater arrived to his apartment you find out that May isn't home. "What do you wanna do?"Peter ask while opening his bedroom door "umm I don't know maybe watch a movie?" u say while sitting down on his bed and smiling widely. You don't realise that you've been staring at Peter the whole time that the movie has been playing until he laughs and ask "what?" while giving you the dorkiest smile ever you don't answer instead you lean in and kiss him.

Peter holds your face gently with one hand, the other on your waist you are both smiling into the kiss until you grab and tug at his hair that makes him groan. He kisses you harder moving his hand under your shirt you keep playing with his hair and tugging at it, you love the sounds Peter makes. His hands move to your thighs you whimper when he gets dangerously close to your core.

Peter pulls you into his lap you moan quietly when you feel him already hard from your actions he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. His hands wander on your lower back instead of where you desperately want him to touch you "Peter" you whisper making him stop his movements to looks at you blushing and panting "touch me". His eyes widen as his blush deepens he kisses you with all his strength and lets his hands wander to your ass you moan and grab the hairs on the back of his neck.

You feel hot and sweaty so you quickly take your shirt of revealing your lace bra Peters eyes go wide and you feel his dick twitch in his pants. "fuck" Peter whispers never taking his eyes off of your tits he's embarrassed of how many times he has imagined you in situations like this that he can't believe that it is happening and how gorgeous you are.

He moves his kisses to your jaw then neck trying to find your soft spot "fuck Peter right there" you moan when he finds that delicious spot of yours. Peter swears he has never heard anything hotter then your moaning and panting he makes it his mission to get you to make those sounds as many times as he can. He sucks and bites at your spot making you move in his lap you both groan when you rub against his hard dick. He moves his lips to your chest his mouth sucks on the exposed skin of your left boob while his hand fondled with the other." fuck baby feels so good" you say out of breath this was way better than you imagined.

Peter helps you move on his lap you both gasp and moan at the incredible sensation. Peter stops to look at you as you move yourself on him "fuck you're so beautiful" you kiss him in response never stopping your movements the kiss is sloppy and hot your both panting and moaning into each others mouth.

You kiss down his jaw to his neck sucking and licking desperately your hands go under his shirt his skin is hot and sweaty. Peter whimpers and pulls you even closer to him when you find his spot. You move faster in his lap nothing but whimpers and gasps coming from your mouth.

"Fuck this feels amazing" Peter moans throwing his head back, your hands are all over his chest you feel like you are going to explode any minute but that all stops when you hear the front door open.

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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TO THE GIRL I LOVE

DESCRIPTION I after your best friend posted a stupid message online, you get lots of letters. But is it really bad when it gives you the opportunity to see peter parker every morning?

PAIRING I tasm!mailman!peter parker x reader

WORD COUNT I 4.3k

A/N I I'm so happy to be part of the Mail carrier may collaboration! It was super lovely to write about Peter like this. Make sure to read the others fics and give love to these amazing writers. And I love you will love this story ♡

It all started with a joke.

Your best-friend put a message on your university group saying you were looking for love. And that if anyone was interested, they had to send you a letter to express their desire for you.

Were you looking for love? Yes, in a certain way. You’ve been single for two years now, and your last boyfriend was…meh. He was the reason you gave up on love all that time. What was the purpose of dealing with someone who doesn’t give you at least half the attention you’re giving them? So yeah, now you were ready to try again. But you didn’t have high hopes on this thing.

You were sure this wouldn’t work out. Who would lose their time to write a letter to someone they didn’t know? But it was funny to see the comments under the post saying you were the princess they wanted to save. That they were going to write you the best letter you’ve ever seen, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with their words. Which was a funny thing, considering you were studying literature. Some say you were just looking for attention.

And you thought, why not enjoy this moment of celebrity for once?

You were convinced you wouldn’t get any letters. And you were fine with it.

But that was until you saw Peter Parker that morning.

You knew Peter from last year. You were in the same writing class, even if he was majoring in science. He was a sweet and discreet guy. The kind of person you wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know they were there. But you knew. Because you were sitting next to each other, firstly. Then because you were interested in what Peter was saying.

Your friendship never went on outside the class. You never forgot about the sweet Peter Parker who wrote the most awesome poem last year. You were the one who correct it, still because you were the person next to him. And you were impressed by his words. But Peter didn’t have the courage to read it. So, in the end, beside your professor, you were the only one knowing about it.

You thought you wouldn’t see Peter again this year. You still shared the same writing class, but you weren’t next to each other this time. And without this proximity, you never talked.

But you were seeing Peter Parker this year. Every morning. Because he was the mail carrier of the year.

Your university had its own mail system, meaning every student could receive a letter from outside or inside the campus. And every year, a mail carrier is chosen between the students who want to do it. You were not really surprised to see Peter taking this role. You remembered him telling you he was living alone with his aunt before he arrived here. So, you guess he needed money to pay for his study.

Plus, it gave him a good reason to skateboard around the campus. You were sure it was the reason that made him accept the job.

You barely got any mails during the year, except for your birthday. Until that morning. Two days after the message on the group.

You were coming back from your morning classes when you met Peter in front of your students’ residence. He always looked the same: wearing a sweater with the hood on his head, leaving only a few strands of hair flying with the wind when he was skating. He had ripped jeans and converses on. And you could easily guess he was listening to his favorite playlist. One he was really proud of.

“Hi Peter!” you greet him while walking closer to him. Peter looked up to you and seemed relieved to see you, which was valuable. He took off his headphones and his hood, a sign of esteem from him. You were glad he took the time to talk to you. Until you noticed the pile of letters he had in his hands.

“Thank god you’re here, I wasn’t sure I could fit those letters in your mailbox.” He sighed in relief. Peter didn’t lose another minute and put those letters in your hands, while you were completely zoning out. This couldn’t be real…could it? Peter noticed your expression on your face. While he thought this number of letters was weird, he now knew it was indeed weird.

“I guess it’s not your birthday?” He laughed shyly. He knew it wasn’t. Peter remembered your birthday perfectly. That being said, he had no idea why you had so many letters today. More than you ever got since he started this job. You first shake your head to answer his question. You wish more people were like Peter and didn’t care about stupid messages on a group.

“My best-friend posted a message saying I was looking for someone. And to seduce me they had to write a letter, bla-bla-bla.” You were absolutely going to call her once you were in your room. Maybe she was the one who wrote them all. But you looked down at the letters that were now lying in your arms. And there was no way she would have done that. Maybe one or two. Not that much.

“Wow, you have a lot of love pretenders.” If he said it in a joyful voice, Peter was actually kind of jealous. He developed a crush on you last year, when you were the only person who seemed to notice him. But he was too shy to ever say anything. Too scared you would reject him and then consider him as non-existent. He took every opportunity he had to be in your life and enjoy them without asking for more.

After losing Gwen when she left for London, Peter lost most of his confidence. He was happy for her, of course. But for some reasons, he took her decision as a way of saying he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth fighting for. He wasn’t a good boyfriend, maybe. And because of that, he couldn’t consider himself worth of your time.

“Oh, you know, I’m sure these are all jokes. Nobody took this seriously.” You couldn’t imagine someone writing you, you, a letter. No way. But for the fun of it, you were still going to open them.

You were heading toward your building when you realized that there was no way you would be able to open the door. Either you put the letters away or…”Peter?” you called without looking back.

Peter was still there. He was still looking at you. Thinking that you were still as beautiful and gentle as you were. Thinking that maybe he lost his chance at telling you he had a thing for you last year.

It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t his mind playing with him but that you were actually calling him. He put his skateboard under his arm and almost stumbled on a rock when he came to you. Hopefully, he got the time to catch your shoulder before falling. Because of that, your faces were close to each other, and it was like you were seeing him for the first time. All these details, his freckles, the subtle colors in his eyes, the pink on his lips…

“Could you…open the door for me?” you asked with a small voice. Peter was looking right into your eyes. You couldn’t breathe. It was like a moment out of time. You never felt like that before with Peter around you. So why…

“Sure.” He said, nodding his head more than he should. But he needed to stop his thoughts before doing anything he would regret. If it was him, he would kiss you right now. Make you realize that no amount of love letters could compete with his feelings for you. That he could write a whole book about you. But it was useless, he thought. You would never want him when you could have anyone you want.

So, Peter walked to the door and opened it big to you. “Madam.” He said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but laugh at this sudden elegant gesture. You did a small bow before leaving Peter alone with his dream. And you with your confusion.

You were surprised to see that some people took this joke very seriously. Of course, you got funny things like a guy sending a pic of him with a small note saying, “who needs words when you have such a beautiful face?” Or someone sending you his notes from class with a post-it sticks on it saying, “didn’t had the time to write anything else, finals are coming!”. But you also got poems and honest letters.

You even write back to one student who had written one of the most beautiful love declarations. It had ended by explaining that he wanted to send it to his crush and was asking you for your opinion, since you were looking for love letter. You never thought you would become a love letter corrector but well, maybe you could create this job for yourself.

Every day, Peter came with more letters to read. This was getting out of hand. Every day, you would count the numbers of letters. You would summarize to him what you got, how many were serious and how many were jokes. You definitely got more funny ones, thankfully. You had a good laugh with it.

You were surprised to notice some were anonymous. There wasn’t a lot. Those with pictures that should have stayed private were, oddly. But there was also two or three serious one that weren’t signed. That was the one you considered being the more honest. And you wished you could talk to the people who wrote them. Just to understand why they seemed to care about you that much.

You probably would stop it if it didn’t give you a good reason to see your favorite mail carrier. Peter even managed to change his route to end with your residence and spend more time with you. It was maybe your favorite time of the day. No, it was definitely your favorite. No doubt.

You felt bad for not paying more attention to Peter in the past. He always a had good joke to say and you loved how sarcastic he could be. He had a way of finding the right puns at the right time. From the outside, you probably looked like you were laughing too hard to seduce him in thinking he’s funny. But Peter was really funny.

And you kinda try to seduce him but this part didn’t seem to work.

“If my counting is right…” Peter said one morning while giving you the new letters. “We reached a hundred letters today, right?” You couldn’t believe this number. Never you would have thought that so many people would lost their time into writing you.

Peter was less surprised. You were a magnetic person. You didn’t seem to notice how people often turned their head to look at you. Not necessarily because they were attracted, even if they certainly were, but simply because you were like the moon. You were there every day, at class or on the campus. Someday they won’t notice you because they have other things to think about. Because you’re not talking, and they almost forgot you’re there. But some other days, they would notice you like you notice the moon in a clear sky.

At least, that was how Peter saw you. But maybe it was because he was in love with you.

“Would you mind…” you started, collecting all the letters he was giving you. “Would you mind coming back tonight, so we could look at all these stuffs? We need to rank them or at least classified them.” Was it a lame excuse to spend the night with Peter? Yep, absolutely. But from the way his eyes seemed to light up and his lips to curve, you guessed it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Sure, I can come at eight. Pizzas?”

“And beers.” You replied with a wink before leaving to your apartment.

Peter couldn’t see the huge smile on your face and the way you were giggling for yourself.

You couldn’t see the way Peter jumped around before going back on his skateboard.

He was there at eight like he promised, with two pizzas from your favorite pizzeria. Which also happened to be the only one close to the campus but that was another story. You offered him to spend the night on the rooftop: nobody was going there for some reason. You loved taking a cover and laying there, watching the sky and think about nothing. It was your comfort place. And you wanted to share it with your comfort person.

That was how you ended up together, sitting on a cover on the floor and your legs covered with another one. You’ve never been that close with Peter. You loved how your knees kept meeting. Or how he let you spread your legs on top of him when you got a cramp.

Between these moments, you did classify the letters in multiples categories: funny one, pictures that shouldn’t have left their phone, serious one but not for you and serious one for you. There wasn’t a lot in the last category, which was kind of ironic if you think about it.

“That’s desperate.” You sighed, laying fully on the cover. Peter lied by your side and somehow managed to keep a small part of your leg on his. That was probably not comfortable, but there was no way he would let go of this small touch. “I’m not made for dating.” You faked a sob and turned your head to put it on Peter’s shoulder.

He jumped before laughing and putting a hand on your arm. “Don’t stay that. I’m sure there are plenty people that love you.” Me. I love you.

You looked at Peter who had already laid his eyes on you. It was the moment. If something had to happen, it was now. You opened a door for his confession. He just had to open the mouth. One word. You asked for one word, and you would kiss him. You didn’t care making the first step if it was worth it. Peter was worth it. You just needed a proof of him saying he felt the same.

You stayed like that for seconds that felt like minutes. Silently. Without moving. Letting the stars illuminating some parts of your face like a painting that deserved to be shown at Le Louvre.

And then Peter moved his head to face the sky. The moment was lost.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like kissing you. He just didn’t feel like he deserved it when other people showed their love to you, and he wasn’t able to. Peter hated being this insecure about himself. But he couldn’t blame you for trying elsewhere.

“I’ll go on a date with one of the serious ones.” You announced him. And Peter simply nodded, because he couldn’t prevent you from doing so when he was incapable of showing his love.

So, there you were. On a date. With Dean.

If you thought starting this whole letter thing was bad idea, this date with Dean was an even worse one. You thought he would be nice considering he wrote one of the most beautiful letter you’ve ever read, quoting some of your favorite authors. You even thought he had discussed with your friends to know that. You were so sure he made efforts for this that you were quite disappointed when you saw his real face.

The typical and stereotypical football player that thinks more with his dick than his brain. You didn’t even understand how he managed to write more than ten words on paper when all he seemed to know about was sport. Watching a sport channel would have been the same.

Or maybe better. Because you would have chosen to watch it. You didn’t choose to hear about sport right now. Not that you didn’t like sport, you were open minding. You just thought that a date should be about you and him. Not his favorite players.

You kept looking at your poor cocktail, wondering if you should drink it fast to order an another one and make the evening more acceptable or if you should drink it slowly to make it last and seem like a lot of time had passed before leaving.

One thing was sure: you would forget about this thing as soon as you leave the restaurant. You couldn’t even burn the letters. You promised your theater club to give everything to them. They asked you, saying they’d love to improvise a play using them. You agreed, happy all these papers weren’t use for nothing.

There was only one letter you intended to keep, hoping it would be worth it.

You were this close to get up and leave. Until Dean’s face changed, and you heard him say in the most condescend way “Peter Parker?”

You turned around and got to see the last steps of Peter walking to your table. You could tell he came with his skateboard from his messy hair. But you loved that he was just him, he didn’t change for the place. Same jacket, same jean, same baskets, same Peter Parker. You gave him a small smile when he looked at you. “Sorry guys, I’m here to pick up [y/n].”

“What?” Dean laughed, like it was the craziest joke on earth. The exact same word came out of your mouth in a more admiration way. That was a Peter you didn’t know could exist and you were glad to see this version of him. “You must be kidding mate, she’s good here.”

“Considering you paid Paul to write your letter and that I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to say anything about it if I asked you, I could easily say [y/n] is bored by your side. Am I right?” Peter looked at you again. And if he talked with a lot of insurance, you could tell by his eyes that he was extremely scared you would push him away. If you did, he would never be able to look at you…or go to class. At least for a month.

You couldn’t believe you were still living in a world where Peter Parker can’t think you wouldn’t follow him to the other side of the World.

“He’s right.” You replied, getting up. “If you have to go on a date with someone, be honest and don’t pretend to be someone else Dean. It can be really boring.” You heard Peter containing his laugh with a lot of difficulties. What a way to mark your word. When you were finally by his side, you hit his arm before grabbing it. “Thank you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek slowly.

The shade of red his cheek turned to was now your favorite color.

It wasn’t until you were outside that you noticed the sudden change in Peter’s attitude. He let you go slowly and started to walk faster than you. Like he was trying to lose you. And he was, actually. Because it wasn’t until you were alone that Peter realized what he just did: he let his feelings talk and took you of this stupid date. Did you deserve better than Dean? Yes, absolutely. And as a friend, Peter would have saved you from him a thousand times.

But he loved you. If he did it tonight, it was only because he was jealous. And now he felt stupid. What was the point of taking you out of there if he was incapable of being honest and be the man you deserved?

You called his name and finally caught up with him. “Peter!” you said another time, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He was still turning his back to you, but you could feel how desperate he was. “What is going?” you slowly asked, making small steps to face him. He was looking at the floor, like a child that made a mistake.

“It was stupid to come here and do that. I mean, no. it wasn’t. Because you deserve someone better than Dean. But you deserve someone better than…forget it.” He sighed. Peter looked at you before managing to free his wrist from your fingers. He started walking away again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him do that. After all, what he did tonight was a good first step and proof of his feelings, no?

“You remind me of a starry night.” You said. Peter froze in front of you, immediately knowing where you’ve been reading those words. He couldn’t believe he was hearing them now. Coming from your mouth. With a guitar player making the moment even more magic by playing a love song. Like it was meant to happen now.

“You’ve got millions of stars in your eyes. They always look so shiny and so living. I could look at them for hours. They are a whole story by themselves. They are telling your story. And you’re my favorite story.” You’ve read this letter so many times, trying to understand how it was possible for someone to write such beautiful words about you. How it could be the same man that you were meeting every day. And why he couldn’t tell you he was thinking such beautiful things about.

While you were walking slowly towards Peter, he stopped moving. He almost stopped breathing too. “Your smile is like the moon. No matter the size, when you’re smiling at me, I feel calm. And important. You took the time to give me some of your attention. And for some reason, I even make you smile. I could look at your smile for hours, especially if it means you’re happy. It’s mesmerizing. And the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”

“[y/n], please…” you heard Peter’s pleading, but you had to do it. You had to prove him it mattered. That his words meant something to you. They meant everything.

“And your laugh is like a shooting star. It may happen a lot because you always seem to laugh when I’m around (I don’t know if it means I’m funny), but it makes me believe in miraclex. Somehow, I was able to give you this happiness. And I want to believe one day I’ll be able to give you more.” You were close enough to him to finally grab his wrist. You wrapped your fingers around it slowly, one more time. Hopping he would listen to you, and not withdrawn.

“Maybe that’s the reason I like you. Because you’re my favorite moment of the day. You’re a shiny sky that makes me believe tomorrow could be a better day. Simply because you come back, every day. “You were now facing Peter. You didn’t realize before doing it how much these words were true: seeing Peter was the highlight of your day. And he made each tomorrow better just because you knew you would spend time with him again.

“How did you know?” he finally asked. With his hand on his neck, his head facing the floor and the way his knees were bending, you could tell Peter was trying to hide. He felt ashamed, almost naked from this. You knew his feelings. He knew it was a bad idea to open his heart like that. But he hated the idea that you couldn’t get one true love letter. That he couldn’t give you that when he could write so many things about you.

You took Peter’s hand, hold it and put it against his heart. “You feel that, Pete? That’s how much you cared about me.” Even with his head down, you could see his eyes rolling. Of course, he knew that. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound he thought. But then you slowly put his hand against your own heart. “It’s beating the same. Because I feel the same way about you.” You waited a few seconds before Peter finally looked at you. You gave him a small smile to encourage him into believing your words.

You were in love with Peter Parker. “Really?” he asked frowning, still unsure him, out of all the students you see every day, was the one your heart choose to love. You laughed slowly before bringing your face close to his. “Really.” You whispered against his lips. One look from Peter on your mouth was enough to know he wanted it too.

You couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when Peter, under a starry night. After he proved you how much he cared for you. You loved how his hand went on your neck to keep you close and hold you. How his lips felt like heaven. You wondered how many people this guy kissed because he was a way too good kisser. But you didn’t mind. Everything was perfect.

Until Peter stopped the kiss.

“But for real, how did you know it was me?” You laughed at his confused face. He was such a baby you couldn’t resist kissing him another time. “First,” you started by pointing one finger “I’ve been in class with you. I know your style. And mostly, I know your writing. It wasn’t difficult to recognize it. And even if I had a doubt, I still have common work we did last year.” It seemed fair to Peter, he should have thought about that.

“And second, I don’t spend night on the rooftop looking at the star with everyone. You’re the only one I want to do this with. So, it seemed logical that you would be the one writing that.” And thankfully he was, because you never wanted anyone else comparing you to a starry night than Peter Parker.

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Swinging By | Peter Parker

Word Count: 2.5K Pairing: Peter Parker [Earth 199999] x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@spideysbaby: "Maybe a spiderman (tom) sneaking in your room thinking it's his sense your his neighbor"] A/N: Hope I did the request justice... even if I did post it really late 😬😬 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffeeTikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Swinging By | Peter Parker One Shot

Being Spiderman was hard work.

Being Spiderman as a teenager that was still in high school was even harder.

And Peter Parker was tired. More like exhausted.

Of course, he enjoyed the role of superhero and getting to save people —he’d never take for granted having been bit by that radioactive spider. Still, he couldn’t help the fatigue that ransacked his body after every long day that passed.

He wished it was easier. That he had an endless supply of energy he could distribute whichever way he saw fit. He would have enough for his friends, for Aunt May, the city of New York… maybe even for (Y/N), his downstairs neighbor, and the girl that filled his mind every hour of the day.

He had seen her around the building. The very first time, she quickly caught his eye. It was the day her family had moved in. Peter had been too shy to say hi. He watched as the three of them walked in and out of the building with boxes in their hands, following the movers up and down the stairs.

Peter had wanted to help them. But for some reason, his limbs had gone numb and he couldn’t bring himself to approach them. Any of them. He simply watched as they moved back and forth in the building until they disappeared into their new home. It was clear that he had missed his chance to introduce himself to the girl that was wearing a sweater from the New York Hall of Science.

But May was always one step ahead and she had seen the longing stares her nephew would give to the girl every time she walked by. The boy had everything going for him. All he needed was a little push. And who better than his aunt to give it to him?

May had made a batch of “homemade” cookies –which meant she had bought premade dough and followed the instructions– for the new neighbors. Conveniently, she had to run out to the office on a saturday morning and couldn’t drop them off, leaving Peter to take care of the task.

“But, can’t you just leave it at their door with a note?” Peter whined as he felt anxiety bubbling in his body. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it regardless.”

“Oh, come on, Peter,” she chuckled as she struggled to put on her heels. “You swing from building to building and face aliens and magicians and criminals every day. I don’t think handing your neighbors a plate of cookies could compare.”

“But…”

“Peter, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please,” she smiled sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, fine,” the boy finally resigned. “See you tonight.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” May called as she left through the door. “See you tonight.”

Peter had stared intently at the seran-wrapped plate in his hands, hoping he had developed teleportation powers in his sleep. He could already feel the knot of anxiety pushing against the walls of his throat, constricting sounds and air back. He couldn’t face her, not without making a fool of himself —something he could be sure of without his spidey senses.

He had decided to take the stairs, walking slower than humanly possible. But he wanted the time to build his confidence. He had been the Spider-Man for a little over eight months but he had met his match in the form of a girl his own age.

Before he had known, he had reached apartment 2F. The door was mocking him, teasing his cowardice and nervousness. All he had to do was raise his fist and knock on the door.

“Get it together, Parker,” he spoke to himself in a hushed tone. “Just knock. All you have to do is knock on the door, leave the cookies, and go, nothing more. Just get it together. She might not even be there. It could just be her parents. Why are you so scared? It could just be her…”

“Can I help you?” A honey-laced voice broke him out of his trance as the door in front of him swung open. Her smile was as sweet as her voice and seeing her in passing did not compare to perusing her face at that moment. “You’re our upstairs neighbor; right?”

“Uh, uh,” he stammered as his train of thought broke. “Yes. Neighbor. Me.”

“Yes. Neighbor. You,” she chuckled. “I’ve seen you around. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty,” he sighed contentedly. But as soon as he noticed the words that had left his mouth, his whole face had gone red. “I mean, your name is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty, but I was talking about your name.”

“I figured,” she smiled warmly. “And yours is?”

“Oh, it’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, may I ask why you were rambling in our Ring camera for a minute or two?” (Y/N) questions kindly. “Not that I’d mind seeing a cute guy talking to himself at my front door.”

If it had been possible for his face to grow redder, it had. He was sure he had turned the same shade as a tomato. “Yes, cookies,” he scrambled for his answer. His hand extended quickly, showing her that he wasn’t some creep at her door. He had brought a treat. “My aunt baked them to welcome you and your family to the building.”

“That’s so nice of you,” she beamed. “And normally I’d invite you in and share them with you, but we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to impose either way/”

“You could never, Peter Parker,” she had smiled brightly at him. “But you should definitely come over soon. Might be some cookies left. Or I could make some brownies and send them your way.”

“I love brownies!” Peter answered enthusiastically. “And I might just take you up on your offer someday soon.”

“You better,” she had responded teasingly. “I’ll see you around the building then, Peter.”

“See you around, (Y/N).”

Seeing her around had turned into almost every other afternoon. And the building had turned into seeing her almost everywhere, including Midtown School of Science and Technology. Any free time he could find all he wanted was to spend it with (Y/N) – even if everything in his life was against it. The more he wanted to see her, the more the universe seemed to throw obstacles his way. A spike in criminality, another school project, Tony Stark calling him to the Avengers tower, everything that kept him from spending more time with her.

And everything had made him more and more tired.

For almost a month straight of coming home late at night, almost blind from exhaustion. His body had gone into auto-pilot. He would sneak into his room through his window, slip off his mask, and crash onto his bed to get at least three to four hours of sleep before he had to be up once more to do it all again. Peter could have made it into his bedroom with his eyes closed.

Something he shouldn’t have attempted to do even if he could.

It had been a rather debilitating night. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling on his forehead, his muscles were tight and sore, his leg was throbbing, and all he wanted to do was sink into his bed and pass out for a week.

Peter climbed the fire escape slowly, his eyes closed as he counted in his head the three flights of stairs that would lead him to his bedroom. His window gave him more trouble than normal, getting stuck halfway, something it had never done before. And when he slipped into his bedroom, he found it was darker than usual. But, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just sleep.

He slipped off his mask, wincing as the fabric stuck slightly to the cut on his face. Once the cover-up was off, he finally took in the room he was in. Quickly enough, he noted it was not his. Where his bunk beds would be, rested a full bed with black and gold bedding. The desk that would normally be covered with figurines and papers was replaced by a neatly organized surface. And he definitely would have remembered hanging vines and string lights on his wall.

“Uh, Peter?” His eyes went as big as saucers as he figured whose room he was actually standing in. “What the hell?”

The boy turned around quickly, feeling a sense of deja vu from when his aunt had found out his secret identity. He did his best to shield his suit, putting his brain into overdrive to come up with a plausible excuse for standing in the middle of her room dressed like New York’s one and only Spiderman.

“I, uh,” he stammered. “I can explain.”

“Peter, you’re hurt,” she gasped as she turned on the lights in her room. “Sit. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

Peter was dumbfounded. He was expecting her to freak out like Ned, or curse at him like aunt May. Instead, (Y/N) seemed far more worried about the cuts on his face than the fact that he was a secret superhero.

He took a seat on her desk chair, placing a discarded towel he’d found in her laundry basket, too afraid of staining her furniture. As he waited for her to come back, his eyes studied her room. His gaze fell upon a bundle of pined pictures on her wall, specifically on a picture from the month before.

They had spontaneously decided one afternoon to go to Central Park with Ned and MJ. They had walked, they had laughed, they had eaten ice cream, and, unbeknownst to him, MJ had snapped a picture of them as (Y/N) cleaned a drip of strawberry ice cream from his chin. But what stood out to him was the way her eyes shined as she looked at him. It was a gaze he had never noticed before on her.

“Got it,” she breathed as she came back into the room. “I just hope it’s enough. It doesn’t look that deep.”

(Y/N) settled before him, quickly going to work on cleaning his face. She poured alcohol onto a cotton pad, using the softest touch to not hurt him more than he already was. Her concentration zoned in on every cut, making sure not a single one was left behind.

Peter couldn’t help but memorize her face. The way her tongue peaked out slightly from her lips, the small furrow of her brows, and the little scrunch of her nose. He could have stared at her for the rest of time and he would have been okay with that.

“Alright,” she sighed. “All done. Is there any other wound concealed in this onesie?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My body might just be insanely bruised.”

“Do you need some ice?” (Y/N) worriedly asked. “Might not have enough for your whole body but I have enough for the most important areas.”

“I’m okay,” he smiled. Peter stared curiously at her. They had spent over twenty minutes together and she had yet to mention the biggest elephant in the room –she didn’t give any indication that she would do so. “(Y/N), why, uh, why aren't you freaking out?”

“I did. There was visible blood on your face but it’s gone now.”

“No, (Y/N). I’m talking about the whole Spiderman thing,” he pointed. “You’ve barely reacted to the fact that I’m standing before you, dressed as Spiderman, with wounds on my face.”

(Y/N) did something that he had not expected. She laughed. “I’ve known for a while now, Peter,” she said. “You might be quiet and sneaky when you’re out catching bad guys and saving the world, but you leave all your stealthiness in the street. Once you’re home, you tend to make a lot of noise. I saw you one time when I couldn’t sleep. I had been staring out my window trying to find anything to tire my eyes when I saw a flash of red and blue land on the fire escape. Don’t think Spiderman would have too much business with you, so I just assumed.”

“So you saw me… as Spiderman?” Peter confirmed. “And you didn’t say anything.”

“I didn't feel like it was my place,” she shrugged. “I wanted to wait until you trusted me enough to tell me.”

“I do trust you,” he whispered, afraid that she would take his secrecy incorrectly. “I just… I just wanted to keep you separate from all of this. I don’t know what I would do if I put you in danger. I care about you, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” she smiled before she noted the underlying sentiment behind Peter’s brown eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. Peter then tested the waters, standing from the chair and getting closer to her. “I’ve wanted to get closer to you whilst keeping you at arm’s length in order to protect you because I know just how dangerous it is to even be associated with me. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe.”

“Is it corny to say I can keep myself safe?” (Y/N) chuckled, taking his hands in hers. “I know it’s crazy but anything is worth it if I can… get closer to you.”

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if I had to sleep outside your window every night.”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, releasing one of his hands to place a comforting palm on his cheek. “I don’t need your protection, Peter,” she said, her fingers tracing his features. “I need you safe. And well-rested. You look tired.”

“I am,” he confessed with a sigh, closing his eyes at the warmth of her hand. “But, for you, I would never sleep again.”

“I would rather you sleep, Peter,” the girl responded. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit? I’ll get you a shirt and some sweatpants. Wouldn’t want you stumbling around in a Spiderman suit and all exhausted like that.”

“Honestly, I cannot deny that request,” Peter chuckled. “I don’t think I could make it up the fire escape tonight. But, I do want to do something before.”

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked meekly.

“Please,” she breathed.

With a smile, he closed all distance between them and placed his lips onto hers. He reveled in the warmth of her lips, enjoying the softness and plumpness of them. It was everything he had daydreamed of for months on end… except the suit… and the wounds… and the sluggishness. Other than for those things, it was perfect.

“Want me to get those clothes now?” (Y/N) chuckled as they broke the kiss. “I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Only if we can kiss some more after.”

“We can kiss any time you swing by,” she grinned. “I might just keep leaving my window unlocked for you.”

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This Love is Ours (2/2)

A/N: This was a request from an anon. I was so excited to get it. I never thought of writing a part two for my first Alden Parker request, and honestly, I didn't even name that story! So I decided to give it a name now that it has a part two. Thank you anon for the request! Hope you enjoy. (This can be read without reading part 1) I was a little inspired by the chorus of “Ours” by TS for this one.

Pairing: Alden Parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and Parker swear you're keeping your budding romance a secret, but it's starting to become a little obvious to those around you. Especially Parker's dad, Roman.

Genre/Warnings: Romance, fluff, May-December romance

Word Count: 1500+

Part One

With your budding romance growing ever so swiftly, it was hard holding back, but you couldn’t say you didn’t put any effort into keeping your hands off your boyfriend. When he was in touching distance it was all too tempting to hold his hand, twist your arms around his waist, or simply kiss his cheek in passing.

Alden must have felt the same way because your elbow or the small of your back was his go-to spot to touch you when in close vicinity. He tried to make it look inconspicuous, but people were starting to notice, and by people, you meant your team.

The first person to notice was Kasie. You were standing in her lab with Alden. You both were listening to her long-winded spill when you felt Alden’s hand touch the small of your back. It was a subtle gesture, and you half wondered if he even noticed he did it. His hand slid up and down your spine as he leaned closer to Kasie’s screen. That's when she saw. Her curious brown eyes flickered down to his hand. Her eyes met yours and you offered her an uneasy smile.

“What was that?” She asked as soon as your boyfriend left the lab.

You just shrugged it off, shaking your head, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said.

Kasie wasn't the only person you had to gaslight. Jess was the next person to see something between you and Alden. You were in the evidence garage gearing up. He was struggling with a particularly stubborn strap and you reached out to help him with his bulletproof vest. He watched you eagerly as you tugged it down, fitting it to his body. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as your hands grazed his waist. You smirked, knowing what was going through his head.

“Down boy, we have a case to solve.” You murmured. He thumbed your cheek quickly before moving aside to finish putting on his gear. You could feel the weight of someone’s gaze and turned to see Jess gaping at you.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance at her gawking stare.

“Did I just hear and see what I think I did?”

“Depends what do you think you heard and saw?”

“Were you two flirting?”

You gave her an incredulous look and scoffed, “What? No. Never.” You shook your head before walking past her, “that’s crazy.” You added before heading toward the elevator.

Tim and Nick noticed you two flirting one day while out on a crime scene. Alden playfully took a picture of you with his personal camera. He brought it for the birds, but you were his real muse. You placed your chin on his shoulder, watching him scroll through the pictures of you, telling you his favorites. You glanced up and immediately removed yourself from Alden. Tim and Nick were staring, and instead of saying anything to you, they just exchanged a knowing glance with one another.

You may have been careless with your team, but you both tried very hard to keep it from his dad. At least for now. Your romance was new, and you enjoyed keeping it to yourselves for the time being. But considering Roman was kicked out of his retirement home, he was staying with Alden which meant keeping your little love affair a secret was starting to become a lot more difficult.

You sat next to Alden on the green couch in his greenhouse, while Roman sat in the chair across from you. You were eating pastries from one of Alden’s favorite places. Roman didn’t outwardly question your presence there, but you knew he silently wondered why you were always with his son. Alden couldn’t always use the same excuse as before, but his dad treated you kindly regardless.

“How do you like bird watching?” Roman asked you, although you couldn’t help but think there was an agenda behind his question.

“I enjoy it!” You grinned, your eyes meeting with Alden’s briefly. “I learned a lot. Your son is quite the encyclopedia sometimes.” You giggled.

“Yeah if he would have put all that energy into a navy career, he could have become a fine officer.”

“I lov—like him the way he is.” You said suddenly. You didn’t want to step on Roman’s toes, but you would defend Alden at any given chance. Your near slip-up didn’t go unnoticed by either of the Parker men. You ignored Alden’s glance, knowing he would bring it up later. Neither of you said “I love you” yet, but in truth, you did love him.

Roman gave you a closed-mouthed smile, his eyes flashing over you curiously. You knew he was very aware of your crush on his son. The day he realized was the very day Alden found out too. You could never quite tell from their conversation if Roman approved of it or not. You had your suspicions that he felt Alden was too old for you.

“I do too. Believe it or not.” Roman said just as Alden escaped to the kitchen. You smiled at his dad, knowing he really did love Alden for who he was despite his disappointment in his career choices. He probably wouldn't admit it, but it was obvious he was proud of him regardless.

“Still no boyfriend?” The old man teased you again. “As I said before–you won't find one hanging out with Alden all the time.”

You adored Roman, but it was so typical of men his age to ask about a young woman's love life. As is having a boyfriend was the be-all and end-all. You did have one, but that wasn't the point. You let a small sigh escape your lips as if to respond accordingly.

“Dad, stop with the nosey questions.” Alden chimed in as he moved in to sit next to you again. You threw him a thankful glance before Roman gladly changed the subject. The three of you talked about a lot of random things and you found yourself feeling more comfortable as the conversation went on. You glanced up at Alden as he laughed between stuffing his mouth with more sweets. You smiled fondly at him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh.

Suddenly as if you forgot Roman was in the room, you reached out to brush your thumb across the corner of Alden’s mouth. He was talking to you and that's when you noticed a little pastry crumb there. His eyes locked with yours as the warmth of your hand grazed his now-flushed skin.

You both simultaneously tore your eyes from each other and you immediately dropped your hand from his face. When you looked Roman’s way he was giving the most bombastic side-eye you've ever seen. In fact, it was so obvious, one would swear he invented the entire concept.

Not wanting to embarrass either of you, he continued with the conversation as if nothing happened. You knew the embarrassment was written all over your face, but you carried on anyway as if Roman didn't just witness what he did.

Alden gathered everyone's plates before making his way into the kitchen. You excused yourself and followed not far behind him. You entered the kitchen to see Alden washing the dishes. You bit your lip, smiling through your teeth. He shook his head before drying his hands and reaching for you. You moved closer, allowing him to wrap his hands around your wrists.

“Two slip-ups.” He chuckled.

“I know, I didn't mean to—” You paused, your eyes dancing with curiosity. “Wait two?”

“Mhm. You almost said you loved me. Or did I hear that wrong?”

You released an uneasy laugh, “Um well, I—” You exhaled a shaky breath. Alden’s eyes gentled with love and darkened with lust all at once.

He leaned into your neck, his nose brushing against your throat, “Well, is that true?” He murmured against your flushed skin.

“I–” You began, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you exhaled a shaky breath in response. He chuckled, before placing an open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck. You melted against him and his hands slid to your waist.

He leaned back enough to catch your gaze. “I love you too.” He said before placing his lips to yours. One of his hands moved to cup your face while the other slid around your back and you found your body flush against his.

“I knew it.”

You pulled apart, both of you turning to see Roman standing there. He didn't seem surprised and there was no judgment in his voice. He just wanted you to know he knew. He shook his head in amusement before walking out, muttering something about “bird-watching and getting the ladies,” but you weren't entirely sure.

You glanced up at Alden and he scoffed, “Well, looks like we've been found out.”

“Good because I don't want to stop doing this.” You said before reeling him back in and kissing him again. Your kiss deepened and you suddenly felt the counter behind you and Alden’s hands on your waist. He lifted you onto the counter, never breaking apart from your mouth.

“I'm still just right here, y'know!” You heard Roman shout from the greenhouse. You both pulled back into laughter, knowing you had to stop anyway. Alden gave you one more little kiss on the lips before the two of you joined Roman in the greenhouse once again.

At the end of the day, you didn't care what anyone thought. This love was yours and no one else's.

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