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Be Mine, Valentine - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+, MINORS DNI)

Summary: Peter has a nightmare, Reader comforts him. Sexy times ensue.

Warning/Tags: Post- Spiderman: NWH (so spoilers for that and TASM 1 & 2), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, P in V sex

Word Count: ~2900

A/N: Valentine's Day-set TASM!Peter fic I'm finally transferring over to Tumblr. Enjoy!

Perfect, Y/F/N Y/L/N thought as she tied the ribbon on her best friend's 'Valentine by Default' gift. It was just after midnight and she was ready to settle in. Hope they turned out okay.

Suddenly there was a tap on her window.

Y/N looked up and grinned at the familiar sight of Spiderman waving at her, then walked over to the window and opened it. "Hey, come on in."

Spiderman handed her his backpack before climbing into her apartment and pulling off his mask. "Hey, Y/N."

Y/N had found out completely by accident that the famous superhero (or criminal vigilante, depending on which narrative you believed) Spiderman was none other than her best friend, Peter Parker. They had met through their respective jobs at the Daily Bugle (Y/N as a copyeditor and Peter as a photographer) and had quickly bonded over their mutual love of coffee and hatred of staff meetings. A few months into their friendship, however, Y/N had unexpectedly walked in on Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit in the Bugle 's supply closet.

She had frozen at the sight of her friend not only alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work, but also alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work while wearing Spiderman's suit.

Peter had looked up in alarm. It's not what it looks like, he had blurted, his Spiderman suit hanging down around his waist.

It looks like you're Spiderman, Y/N had replied in shock.

Peter had paused. Ok, it's *exactly* what it looks like.

Y/N had shaken her head. I have so many questions.

Peter had then glanced behind her. Shit, someone's coming. I'll tell you everything later, Y/N, I swear, just help me.

Y/N had nodded. Your secret is safe with me, I promise. I won't say anything.

Y/N had closed the door and managed to keep Betty from accounting, who had come to get a box of paperclips and some sticky notes, distracted long enough for Peter to finish changing. Ah, Y/N, there you are, he had said breathlessly, shooting her a grateful look as he emerged from the storage closet . I managed to find that box of red felt-tip pens that you had been looking for.

As promised, he had invited Y/N over that night and told her everything -- how he had been bitten by a radioactive spider while on a field trip in high school, how he had decided to use his powers for good and fight crime, and how his high school girlfriend had died. It was my fault, he had said brokenly. I wasn't fast enough to save her.

Y/N could tell that he still carried an extraordinary amount of guilt over -- Gwen , he had said her name was-- 's death and had understood why he never seemed to date or have many friends outside of work.

Of course, that didn't stop Y/N from developing feelings for Peter. The more they hung out together and got to know each other better the more her feelings grew, and after two and a half years of friendship she was head-over-heels in love with him.

Not that she'd ever tell him that, of course.

Y/N closed the window behind him. "So what brings you here at this time of night?"

"I just got done with patrol and was swinging by on my way home, and I saw your light on so since it's after midnight and therefore technically the 14th I decided to stop by to give you your 'Valentine by Default' gift." Peter dug around in his backpack and pulled out a (slightly beat-up) box of chocolate-covered strawberries from Y/N's favorite confectionary. "Happy Valentine's Day, bestie."

Y/N gave Peter a hug. "Aww, thanks, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Hopefully they're not squished. I had to stop a mugging on my way here."

Y/N opened the box as she walked towards her kitchen. "They look fine to me. Want one?"

Peter shook his head. "Nah, I had gotten a few extras and ate them on the way here."

"Well, I have a little something for you too. In fact, I just finished them."

Y/N selected a strawberry and took a bite. "Ohmigod," she mumbled. " So good."

She set the box down on her counter and picked up the heart-shaped tin of brownies that she had baked. "Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Are those what I think they are?"

Y/N nodded. "My famous 'Death by Chocolate Marble Cheesecake' brownies, made just for you."

Peter gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Y/N. You're the best."

Y/N's face warmed. "It's no problem. Hey, since you're here, want to stay and watch a movie?"

Peter nodded. "Sure. Can I use your shower first though? I'm all sweaty from patrol."

"Yeah, of course. You know where everything is."

Y/N finished tidying up while she waited for Peter to get out of the shower.

She was putting away the last of the dishes from her dishwasher when she heard the bathroom door open. "Hey, Y/N?" Peter called out from behind her.

She turned towards him. "Uh-huhhhhhng…" Oh. Oh my.

Peter wore a pair of loose, low-cut gray sweatpants that Y/N secretly loved seeing on him… and nothing else.

Y/N cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah, what's up?"

Peter ran a hand through his wet hair. "I uh, I forgot to put a shirt in my backpack. You wouldn't happen to have anything that would fit me, would you?"

Y/N watched a rogue drop of water fall from Peter's hair onto his chest and run down his torso, disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Nope, nope, bad Y/N. Don't think about licking water off of your best friend's abs.

She mentally shook her head. "What? Oh, no, I don't think I do, sorry."

"Ah, I didn't think so but it was worth a try. I can just wear my suit home later."

"Sounds good." Y/N moved to her dresser and grabbed a pair of pajamas. "You go ahead and choose the movie while I get ready."

She took a quick shower of her own and changed into a tank top and matching pajama pants before brushing her teeth.

She flipped the bathroom light off and made her way back to the living/bedroom area. "So what'd you pick--"

She cut herself off when she saw that Peter was fast asleep, one hand clutching the remote to her TV. While it wasn't the first time Peter had fallen asleep in her bed, it sure had been the fastest. Patrol must've been harder on him than he let on.

She gently pried the remote from his grip and set it aside before settling in next to him. "Good night, Peter, " she whispered as she pulled the covers over them both and was soon asleep herself.

"No, no, not Y/N, please no, not Y/N… "

Y/N woke to Peter mumbling her name and thrashing about in his sleep.

One day about 4 months before he had come frantically knocking on Y/N's apartment door and when she had opened it he had immediately started babbling about multiverses and wizards and clones of himself.

Not clones, he had corrected when Y/N had tried to make sense of what he was talking about. Other *versions* of myself -- other Peter Parkers.

Y/N had sat and listened while Peter had explained about crossing through a portal into an alternate New York, one where he and two other Peters took on The Lizard, Electro, and 3 other villains from the other other Peter's -- Peter 2, he had called him -- world. We cured them, Peter had said excitedly. We cured them all.

Peter, sweetheart, are you sure it wasn't just a dream? Y/N had asked. You said you've been gone for over a week but I literally just saw you yesterday.

Peter had shaken his head emphatically. Time must run faster there, but I'm positive, Y/N.

I saved MJ, he added quietly. Peter 1's girlfriend. She fell, just like… He had paused and looked down at the floor then, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. But I was able to get to her in time.

Y/N had pulled him into a hug, her heart cracking. Oh, Peter.

You do believe me, right, Y/N? Peter had asked, face buried in the crook of Y/N's neck.

Of course I believe you, Pete. Y/N had run a soothing hand through Peter's hair. Now, you said they were Peter 1 and Peter 2, which I assume made you Peter 3, right?

Peter had nodded against her neck.

Y/N had pulled back and cupped Peter's face in her hands. Just remember, you'll always be number one to me.

Peter had smiled, one of the first truly genuine smiles Y/N had seen on his face. Thanks, Y/N.

Y/N had thought he was doing better -- the dark circles under his eyes had all but disappeared and he seemed to have been sleeping better lately -- but apparently he was still having the occasional nightmare.

She sat up and gently tried to shake Peter awake. "Peter. Peter, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Peter continued thrashing and mumbling. "Please, not Y/N, I'll do anything…"

Y/N shook Peter a bit harder. "Peter… Peter, sweetheart, wake up."

This time Peter sat bolt upright, an anguished cry of Y/N's name on his lips.

He looked around, chest heaving as he gulped in air. Finally his eyes seemed to focus on Y/N. "Y/N?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I'm here."

Peter collapsed against her in relief. "Oh thank God, Y/N, you were-- and I tried-- but then you-- and I couldn't--" he managed between gulps of air. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't lose someone else that I--"

That I care about. "Hey, shh, I know, it's okay," Y/N whispered soothingly, stroking a hand through Peter's hair. "It was just a nightmare, Pete, I'm okay. You won't lose me."

She took Peter's hand in hers and pulled it between them, pressing it to her beating heart, then took a few deep breaths so Peter could feel his hand rise and fall on her chest. "See? I'm right here. I'm fine, sweetheart, I'm safe, you keep me safe."

Peter's breathing slowly began to calm. After a few moments he leaned back slightly to look at Y/N, brown eyes shining in the moonlight.

Y/N's breath caught as the air shifted between them.

Peter lifted his free hand to Y/N's cheek as his gaze flicked down to her lips then back to her eyes in silent question.

Y/N nodded in answer, breathing out a quiet 'yes ' right before Peter's lips met hers.

After a few moments Peter shifted them so Y/N was straddling his lap, tongue probing her bottom lip.

Y/N willingly opened up to Peter, letting out a soft moan when he deepened the kiss.

She gently scratched the back of Peter's head as she trailed her hands up into his hair while Peter kissed his way down her jawline to her neck.

His hands made their way along her waist and under her tank top. "Is this okay?"

Y/N nodded, grinding down in Peter's lap and hissing in a breath as her clothed core brushed against his burdening erection. "More than okay."

Peter groaned then swore softly. "I don't-- I don't want to be presumptuous here, but just to let you know... I don't have any condoms. It's not like I need them to fight crime and I haven't exactly been getting any lately, you know?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm fine without them if you are."

Peter looked at her in surprise. "You sure?"

Y/N nodded. "I'm on birth control."

She brushed their lips together. "I want you, Peter."

"Shit, Y/N. " Peter sealed their mouths together once again.

His hands continued their journey upwards, sliding Y/N's tank top up and over her head and discarding it somewhere on the floor before trailing gentle fingers along Y/N's shoulders. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, unbridled desire evident in his eyes.

Y/N shivered. " Peter ."

Peter turned them to guide Y/N down onto the bed.

He took his time kissing and caressing his way down her body, whispering words of adoration and praise with each newly-touched patch of skin.

He paused once again as he reached the waistband of her pajama pants. "Still want this?"

Y/N 's heart warmed at Peter's concern. She lifted her hips in permission. "Uh huh. Want you inside me."

Peter groaned against her skin. "God, Y/N, I want that too, I want that so badly. Want to make you feel good, l want to feel you wrapped around me as I make love to you."

He slowly pulled Y/N's pajamas pants and underwear off of her before shuffling out of his sweatpants, the additional clothing joining Y/N's tank top somewhere on the floor.

Y/N licked her lips at the sight of Peter fully bare before her. Holy fuck, he's even hotter than I thought.

Peter smirked. "Like what you see?"

Y/N grinned back. "Very much so."

She bit back a moan as Peter circled a nipple with his tongue before giving it a gentle suck. "Need you now, Peter, please."

Peter kissed her as he lined himself up with her core, coating himself in her wetness before slowly pushing inside.

Y/N tried to relax and breathe against the intrusion. It had been well over two years since she had slept with anyone, and while Peter had a swimmer's build he wasn't exactly lanky everywhere.

Peter's eyes caught hers. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I just haven't been with anyone since--" Since before I met you. "Well, it's been a few years."

Peter nodded in understanding. "Yeah. For me too."

Y/N reached out and caressed Peter's cheek. "You can keep going."

Peter turned his face and kissed Y/N's palm as he withdrew a bit then carefully pushed back in a little deeper, slowly repeating the process until he was fully seated inside her. "God, Y/N, you feel so good."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the discomfort beginning to subside into a pleasurable fullness. "So do you, Peter. So good, make me feel so full."

Peter withdrew and slid back in, setting a slow rhythm. "Wanted you for so long, Y/N, dreamed about being with you like this. Never wanted anyone the way I want you."

He leaned his forehead against Y/N's as he changed angles, hitting that spot inside Y/N that made her see stars.

"Me too," Y/N replied with a gasp, her grip tightening around Peter's back. "Oh, God, Peter, right there."

Peter slightly increased his pace, his strokes becoming firmer and surer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, oh God, don't stop, Peter, please. You feel so good."

Peter hissed in a breath. " Fuck , so do you. So tight, so good, better than I ever imagined. You're so beautiful, Y/N, you're amazing, can't believe I get to be with you like this, God, you're perfect…"

He slid a hand down to Y/N's thigh and hitched her leg up around his waist, allowing him to reach spots inside her that no one had reached before. "Never want to lose you, want you to be mine."

"You won't lose me, Peter, I'm right here sweetheart, I'm yours--" Y/N bit off a gasp as her orgasm rocked through her.

A few thrusts later Peter followed her over the edge, groaning out her name against her lips as he found his own release deep inside her.

They continued to kiss languidly as they came down from their highs together, Y/N tracing gentle patterns up and down Peter's back.

She shivered as Peter gave her one final kiss before carefully withdrawing from her still-sensitive core and laying down next to her, pulling her to him in a cuddle.

Peter pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you," he confessed softly.

Y/N looked up at him in surprise, unable to hide the smile spreading on her face. "What? Really?"

Peter nodded with a smile of his own. "Yeah, really."

Y/N leaned up and kissed him. "Well good, because I love you too."

"Yeah?"

Y/N giggled. "Yes, you dork."

Peter grinned. "So what do you say, then? Be my Valentine? Officially, that is."

Y/N pretended to think. "Ehh, I dunno…"

She laughed as Peter poked her side in retaliation. "Of course I'll be yours, Pete. I already was."

Peter pulled her back to his side, planting another kiss to the side of her head. "I've been yours too. For a while now."

They laid together quietly after that, basking in the feel of each other's arms.

Y/N could feel herself start to doze off. "Hey, Y/N?" she heard Peter say.

She yawned. "Yeah, Pete?"

"Thank you. For everything."

"Mmm. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

As Y/N drifted off, she thought, Happy Valentine's Day indeed.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Your Mistake

Peter Parker {Tom Holland} x f!reader {kinda, more angsty}, Peter Parker {Andrew Garfield} x f!reader

NWH spoilers -> it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this movie so it won’t be super movie accurate and stuff sorry guys

summary - Peter Parker and you used to be best friends, until he left you for a girlfriend. But what happened when another Peter Parker is thrown into the mix?

Warnings: swearing

A/N PLEASE READ : you are in Hollands Spider-Man universe to begin, and Garfield is the other main spider man in this story 😏. also, MJ is a jerk in this series. I love her in the films, but in this series she’s an asshole so just so you know. Reader is not a minor, and Andrew Garfield’s Peter is aged down a bit

“Listen y/n, MJ just isn’t comfortable with you being my friend. She says it’s like you like me or something.” The two of you were at your house playing board games, but he had been getting texts and calls from MJ the entire time. He had been constantly canceling plans with you or just full on ditching you for her for the entire two months they had been dating, but it had been getting extra bad recently.

he was constantly using his secret life as Spider-Man as an excuse to ditch you too, he had told you about him being Spider man soon after it happened because you two trusted each other so much. He would tell you he had patrol duty, but then you would find him with MJ at an ice cream shop, and plenty of other times similar things had happened. “What do you mean? MJ just can’t handle you having a girl best friend. You wouldn’t actually stop being friends with me for her right? We’ve been friends for over 10 years, Peter” you said, almost teasingly, because you knew Peter and you would never stop being friends. You two had been through everything together, you had grown up together, nothing could tear you two apart, right?

wrong.

“Listen y/n, I’m sorry but MJ is my girlfriend and I really don’t want to mess this up. Plus, you have been kind of clingy around me lately.” He said, not meeting your eyes.

“You’re kidding right?” You said, voice shaking slightly and your expression in disbelief

“I wish things could be different, but this is how it has to be right now. you understand, right?” he said to you shit. That really hurt. your best friend of over 10 years, truly the only friend you had ever let get this close to you, was leaving you without hesitation for his girlfriend of two months.

“What the fuck Peter!” You yelled, “no I don’t fucking understand, we’ve been friends for over a decade and you are just throwing that away for some girl you’ve known for two months?” “I really like her y/n! I’m not going to fuck this up just because you like me or some shit!” He yelled at you. “Get the fuck out of my house Peter.” You said, your tone dropping. Rage was dripping from your voice, and Peter had never seen you this angry. “Go be with MJ, I know that’s where you wanted to be today anyways”

“y/n-“ he started, but you cut him off

“I’m done hearing excuses. You’re the one that just ended this friendship, so get out of my house.” You expected more of a fight from him, but he just stood up and walked away. He left, and didn’t even turn back. You went up to your room and watched through the window until you saw his car pulling away. You collapsed against the wall, sobbing. How could he do that to you? You thought that the two of you were going to be best friends forever, and you had even had a crush on him since elementary school, but after he started dating MJ you did everything in your power to suppress it for his happiness. You felt utterly betrayed.

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It had been a two weeks since the incident. He was avoiding you everywhere. In the classes you two had together, you tried to be sat as far away as possible, not talking to you unless absolutely necessary. Anytime you saw him in the halls he was always with MJ and ignored you. This was awful. Peter had always been there for you whenever you needed him, but this time he was the root cause of your overwhelming emotions. You had finally arrived home, exhausted from the mental strain of school. You plopped down on your bed and pulled out the book you had been reading. It was a thriller.

‘She crept towards the corner prepared to fight the creatures at any turn. She fully turned the corner to see-‘

SLAM

Your head snapped up, looking towards the direction the sound came from. It came from the small fire escape balcony just outside your bedroom window. You slowly stood up to get closer, not seeing anything in the window. You slowly approached the window, when suddenly a head popped up and looked at you through it. “AH!!” You screamed. Peter? You were looking at spiderman through the glass. You noticed something off, this couldn’t be Peter. The suit was different. Then who was this person? You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the window remembering that the imposter spider man was still there. You carefully opened up the window just wide enough to talk through. “Who are you?” You demanded

“I’m Spider Man, but this isn’t- I’m not from here. Something weird happened.” He tried explaining. His voice was deeper than peters too. “What do you mean you’re not from here? I know you’re not spider man. I know spider man, and you are not him” you said.

“Please you have to help I don’t know what’s going on- I’m Peter Parker-“ you didn’t give him a chance to finish. “You’re Peter- your name is Peter Parker? Prove it.” You said, slightly panicking at this weird parallel. He reached into his spider suit and pulled out a wallet, showing you his id which clearly stated ‘Peter Parker’. “well shit. Come in I guess . . “ you said hesitantly as you opened the window. Not-Peter Peter climbed in awkwardly. “I’m y/n.” You said to break the silence.

“y/n?” He said, gazing up at you. “That was the name of my childhood best friend. She moved away in 3rd grade though.”

“So you’re . . Peter Parker. We have a Peter Parker here too. He is- was my best friend” you corrected yourself quickly. “what happened? Did you move away?” He asked.

“No, he- it doesn’t matter actually.” You said, looking away. “You can tell me” he stated, but your weren’t going to tell him anything. You tried to change the subject

“Now that we are inside, you can take off the mask.” You said, curious if he looked like your Peter. He hesitantly reached up and removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

He only looked to be a year or two older than you, with beautiful brown eyes that left you stunned. His brown hair was slightly disheveled from the mask, but it still looked perfect. You blushed, not looking at his eyes again.

“You should probably change out of that.” You stated, happy to turn away from the attractive man to grab some clothes for him. Peter - Peter had left some of his clothes at your house from sleepovers and game nights. After your falling out he never came back for them. You grabbed a pair of underwear, a shirt, and shorts and handed them to not peter - peter. ”Here, these should work, they were Peter - peters clothes.” You told him

He laughed, “Peter -Peter?” Your face flushed at his comment, slightly embarrassed you had said that out loud. “You can call me . . . I don’t know. We’ll think of something.” “Tel me when I can turn around.” You said, facing the wall. Just a few seconds later he gave you the clear, and you turned around to find him completely shirtless. Your first instinct was to cover your eyes, but then you saw sparks in the corner of your eyes. It was a portal opening, facing directly at Peter. You quickly ran over and pushed the boy out of the portals way, onto your bed. The portal fully opened and you were looking at none other than Ned and MJ. “y/n! You’re not Peter.” Ned said.

“Why would it show us you if we were looking for Peter?” MJ questioned you aggressively. “What even is this?” You said, confused as to what the hell was going on. MJ walker over to the portal, probably looking for her boyfriend. You tried to stop her, telling her he wasn’t here but she looked through anyways only to see Peter. But not her Peter. She saw a man laying half naked on your bed with disheveled hair, looking between her and you.

“Who the fuck is that?”

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Three Is The Magic Number

TASM! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader x Tobey! Peter parker

Warnings: Slight angst at the beginning, MCU!Peter is a jerk, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Threesome, NWH spoilers, light dom/sub themes, unprotected sex (please be responsible), Pet names, (Reader is in her early 20s and goes to college, Peter is also in his early 20s and goes to the same college as reader)

Plot: Your universe's Peter Parker says something that leaves you distraught and in an emotional wreck. Little do you know there are two different versions of him ready to console you in ways you didn't know you needed.

Word Count: 4,672 (sorry guys)

(Minors Do Not Engage)

The hum of the AC and the bustling traffic just outside his window is the only thing you hear, as you sit on his bed waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. You had come over to Peter Parker's apartment to talk about a new semester of college, giddy at the prospect that you and him can go to the same college classes together. You've had a small crush on him for about a couple of years and everytime you hang out with him you get excited, nothing can possibly go wrong when you're together. Aunt May was out of the house for a couple of hours at some Friday night book club which gave you enough time to talk about everything. Your posture straightened when you heard the bathroom door open and the soft footsteps get closer to his room. You noticed that when he walked through the door he looked tired, it had been a long day for him. He sat on his desk chair leaning back and long legs sprawling out. He looked at you and said, “So what did you want to talk about?” you felt your heart beat with excitement and anxiety. “Well Peter, I wanted to talk about college plans for the fall. I was wondering if you were dorming or if-” Peter interrupted you with a scoff and looked at you in disbelief.

“Me and Mj are planning to go together. I hate to break it to you y/n but I only talk to you because you have no friends, I mean who would want to hang out with someone as weird as you.” His question was met with silence on your end and he continued, “You're loud and all over the place, I don’t want to have that around me when I am at college. Do you understand?”. You looked at him and took a deep breath smiling and nodding with all the strength you could muster. “Yeah, Peter I understand, I totally get it”, You dropped the topic of college and the conversation went on about his day and what he's been going through and you were surprised. You stayed calm and collected on the outside but you were an emotional wreck on the inside. If you didnt get out of there soon you were going to cry and you didn't want that. What you really wanted was to be far away from the guy who tore your heart out and squeezed it until it popped. You looked down at your phone and gasped in faux shock thinking fast you said, “Oh Peter I have to go, I have to get home in time for dinner my parents are making soup.”. Peter nodded and said goodbye like nothing had happened and as you walked to the door you felt your chest tighten. How could he say such mean things to you and then act like it never happened.

You left his apartment building quickly, moving as fast as possible while you tried to stay calm and regulate your breathing. You sat down on an empty park bench a full ten blocks from Peter's apartment, you tried to compose yourself. Tried to get your breathing in check and swiped at the annoying tears that started to fall. You felt foolish for thinking that this was going to go as you thought it was, you were too distracted by the fantasy that you had in your head. This hurt more than it should, your heart feeling like it had been ripped out of your chest. Your crush on Peter Parker had been obliterated by the harsh words that were spewed out of his mouth. Not too far away two figures were watching you, one older and one younger. Both of them were from different versions of your universe, both had lost their version of you. They had listened to what happened through the open window of Peter's room and followed slowly behind to where you were now. Both were unhappy at the way your Peter has treated you and it hurt to see you as upset as you were.

You took a deep breath after some time and got up from the bench to walk the 3 blocks back to your apartment. The walk to your apartment building wasn't very long or eventful, when you got to the building and you slowly walked up the stairs all you wanted was to curl up in your bed and never leave. When you opened your door and got inside you felt numb and a wave of sadness washed over you. Your parents were out on some trip for the weekend, leaving you with enough money for a weekend's worth of take out. You wished you didn't have to be alone with these feelings, wishing that you could give your parents a hug and pretend that everything was ok. Your heart hurts as you think about how eventful today was and how drained you were. You thought about how you had kept Peter's secret when he told you that he was Spiderman, how used you felt.

You tried to will the tears away and failed, sniffling noisily as you took your shoes off and put your keys in the bowl by the door. As you trudged your way to the kitchen you couldn't stop the tears from falling fully. Everything stopped in its tracks when you saw two men in your kitchen, one looked older the other looked younger they were both muscular. You froze, who were these guys and what were they doing in your home? The older one spoke first, “I know this isn't normal or ok but hear us out.” he put his hands up in defense. The younger one continued where the older had left off, moving slowly towards you while explaining, “Ok don't freak out but we are both Peter Parker, but we are from different universes. We couldn't help but hear what had happened with your Peter Parker and we wanted to make sure you were ok”. You furrowed your brows, “prove it.” you sniffled. “Prove what?” the younger one asked with confusion written all over his face. The older one wordlessly raised his arm and shot a web onto the wall and all thoughts of calling the police left your mind.

The younger man then blurted out, “I can't shoot webs out of my wrist, I have to make mine in a lab. ”. You just looked up at him and then to the older man unsure how to feel about the situation, you felt a bit lost and overwhelmed. “Can I give you a hug?” the younger Peter said in front of you, his arms slowly opening to welcome you into an embrace. You silently nodded, walking into his embrace and leaning against him. The contact felt nice but after a few seconds your chin started to wobble and the tears started to well up in your eyes again. You felt the man that held you in his arms hold you tighter when the tears started to fall. You heard the other man softly say, “Oh Sweetheart.”, as he watched his doppelgänger cradle your head against his chest. You heard footsteps cautiously pad towards the two of you and you hid your face out of fear that you would be judged. You started to cry harder when you felt the other hug you from behind, you let the hurt that you felt consume you. You stood there for a long while allowing the comforting warmth from both men to seep into your bones. After you took a deep breath you all started to untangle from each other and they guided you to your living room, you assumed that it was a change of scenery.

The younger Peter had left the two of you to grab a glass of water from the kitchen for you to drink. That left you with the older Peter, sitting in your living room on your small couch with his legs spread comfortably. You had walked up to him standing between his legs and stared at him in comfortable silence. He sat up, “You could take a seat if you want” he had murmured. You straddled his lap and your hands went to his shoulders, you rested your forehead against his shoulder relishing in the comfort the contact brought to you. You breathed him in and his grip on you tightened, you felt a hand at the back of your head. Your hands grab at the shirt on him like an anchor keeping you settled and you feel him resting his head against yours. You felt him rub a hand up and down your back in a rhythmic motion, the silence was comforting.

After a few minutes you shifted in his lap so you could look at him properly, you looked down at his lips and they looked so soft and kissable. Without thinking you asked, dazed from how hard you were crying not too long ago, “Can I kiss you?”, the words came out before your brain could react to them. Your face had flushed red at what you had just said, you wished you could just evaporate into the air. Before you could look away in shame and embarrassment he had nodded with a growing smile on his face. Before you knew it you had leaned in and made contact with his lips, it felt nice. You kissed each other slowly, you felt his hands grip your waist. It felt comforting to have that kind of contact, it felt like a bandaid when you scrape your knee.

The sound of someone sighing interrupted your thoughts and you turned your head and looked up. The younger one was leaning against the threshold of the door with a glass of water in hand, watching the scene of you and the older version of himself unfold. You both locked eyes and you felt yourself relax, you felt safe with them. You watched as the doppelgänger pushed off of the threshold that led from your kitchen and sauntered over to where you sat. Sitting on the arm of the couch and facing you he handed you the full glass of water, giving you an expected look. He then stated in a matter of fact tone, “Sweetheart you need to drink some water so that you can stay hydrated. Everyone needs hydration, especially you with how upset you were before.”. He then handed you the glass, two pairs of eyes watching you as you started to drink. After you had finished the cool glass of water you heard the Peter under you murmur, “good girl”. The other ran a hand through your hair and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and relishing the contact.

Both men cooed at you, one was stroking your hair while the other was running a large hand up and down your back. For a little while it stayed like that and then it evolved into the two Peters sitting on the couch with you in the middle of them. The younger Peter sat with your back pressing to his chest and the older Peter had your thighs resting over his legs. It was comforting and safe to be surrounded by them, their touches were gentle and their voices were soft. The Peter behind you kissed the crown of your head and squeezed you from behind, mumbling something about how strong you were. The Peter across from you rubbing your leg soothingly grunted in agreement adding, “not only is she strong but she is also such a brave girl for getting out of such an uncomfortable situation.”. He gave your shin a gentle squeeze before continuing to rub your legs. Up and down, slow and steady like waves crashing on a shoreline at low tide. The feeling of it all made you melt into the embrace of the man holding you from behind.

That's where you stayed until the sun started to set, feeling like a puddle in the arms of both men. You turned your head to face the younger man behind you noses bumping and lips ghosting against each other, you crashed your lips into his and felt him hold you tighter against him. There was a comfortable silence that fell over the three of you and when you parted you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight you saw. His eyes were hooded and his lips were puffy and swollen, he rested his forehead against yours noses bumping into each other.

“Please touch me. I don't want to be alone”, you said, your voice fragile and uncertain of what their reactions might be. You felt them freeze, felt your blood start to freeze with anxiety. You hid your face in the man holding you from behind, you wish the world could swallow you. You felt the older one move closer and grabbed your chin, pulling you from your hiding spot. He made you look at him, while the other nosed behind your ear. “Dont hide away, You're too pretty to hide away.”, the man holding your face murmurs. “Yeah, if you hide how else are we going to help you out” the other had whispered behind your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

The older Peter moves in between your legs and presses a sweet kiss to your pouty lips. The other watching the events unfold in front of him and holding you steady. You feel less pain the more you kiss him and when the two of you part he smiles, you feel butterflies. You feel the other Peter press a kiss to the side of your forehead, long and intimate. “I feel a little less sad when you're kissing me, I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable.”, your lip wobbles, you still feel nervous, scared that they will leave. The younger Peter chimed in with, “Why would we be uncomfortable? Hey no tears, pretty girl”. The two Peters exchanged glances and the one in front of you wiped away the tears that threatened to fall with his thumb.

“Can you help me feel better? I don't want to feel this pain anymore.” you asked hoping you didn't sound weak and the younger Peter proceeded to kiss you again. The older one smiled at you, “Are you sure you want this?” you nodded “I need a verbal answer please”. The younger one stopped kissing you and whispered in your ear, “Be a good girl and answer him sweetheart, how are we supposed to know what you want if you don't tell us?”. The older Peter smiled and reached out to cup your face and brush a thumb against your cheek and his younger doppelgänger wrapped his arms around you. “Yes I want this.” You blushed not expecting to get so hot and bothered by this interaction.

After getting clothing barriers out of the way, you had laid back against the Peter behind you. You were afraid of what their reaction might be and the fear of them being grossed out by you washed over you like a tidal wave. The older of the two ran his hands through your hair and said slowly, “Open up for us sweetheart, we want to see all of you”. The younger Peter added, “Just relax babe, this is all about you. We want to make you feel good, make you forget about today. Are you ok with that? Use your words sweet girl.” You swallowed thickly and you squeaked out a yes as a blush spread across your face, your body getting more excited by the second. You open your legs shyly unsure of what was going to happen, your cunt contracting and drooling as the two men stared. Without warning the Peter in front of you grabbed both of your legs, pinned them open and licked between your folds up to your clit. You moaned loudly, not prepared for the intense feeling. You tried to arch your back but couldn't with how the other Peter secured you within his embrace.

Your clit twitched with need as you started to squirm, you've never felt anything as good as this. He catches your clit into his mouth and hums, “I've never tasted anything sweeter than you, honey”. You blush. The younger Peter secured you with one arm while the other traveled down to your clit to replace his doppelgänger's mouth, rubbing tight short circles on your clit.

The Peter in front of you let go of one of your legs and shoved two fingers into the other Peter's mouth effectively coating them in saliva. He then slid his hand up your thigh and inserted the two fingers into you with the help of his doppelgängers saliva as lube. You groaned as you felt him curl his fingers inside of you, touching and stimulating your g spot. It didn't take long to get close to the edge with one Peter pumping his fingers in and out of you while the other rubbed your clit hard. “I can feel you getting close” the Peter in front of you groaned and a few minutes later you came hard, thighs shaking and tears falling from how good it felt.

The Peter in front of you pulled you over to his side of the couch and had you straddle him. He licked the tears that fell off your cheek, and then kissed you. You tasted the saltiness of your tears and the unique taste of your release on his tongue, it was addicting. His dick was hard between your thighs and as he looked up at you and brushed the hair out of your face he spoke. “I want you to ride my cock sweet girl, I want you to ride me while he watches.”. You turned your head to look at the younger Peter sitting across from you squeezing the base of his cock so he wouldn't cum prematurely at the sight of you. It all happened so fast, you felt the tip of his cock breach you open and the feeling of him stretching you out made you close your eyes momentarily. You both gasped as he became fully sheathed in you, it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. He wasn't too big but he was thick and the stretch felt so good, you held onto his shoulders for support. Then you started to move or attempted to get one full up and down motion in before you felt your legs give out. “Here let me help you with that sweet girl” he held you up above him and started to jackhammer into you, you moaned loudly at the feeling. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked to see what the Peter across from you was doing.

The other Peter was watching you, he was fisting his own cock at the sight of the both of you. The Peter under you moaned into the side of your neck, “Your Peter wouldn't be able to handle someone as gorgeous as you” He kept thrusting. The Peter watching you from his place on the couch groaned in agreement. He thrusted up into his hand and moaned, “He wouldn't know what to do with a sweet thing like you. He wouldn't know how to take care of you”. That's how it went for a while with the older Peter fucking his cock up into you and his doppelgänger watching from afar. You felt yourself getting close again after Peter hit a particular spot inside of you a couple of times. “I'm getting close again”, you whimpered and without warning you came again. You hid your face in the juncture of Peter's neck whining loudly into his skin as he held onto you tight. He was thrusting up into you helping you prolong and ride out the rest of your orgasm. He came a few minutes later with a grunt, his muscles tensing and his breath uneven. After you both came down from your highs, you sat back up and looked at the other Peter lounging on the side of the couch with his own release painted on his abdomen. You looked back at the Peter under you with heavy eyes, he looked so fucked out.

“That was so hot to watch, but I would like to have my turn now.” chimed the other Peter. You smiled at him and then turned back to the Peter that was under you, you gave him a quick kiss to the lips. “Shall we take this to my bedroom?” you asked the both of them as you looked between the two. The Peter sitting across from you got up and walked over to you, “What an ingenious thing to say!” he exclaimed as he picked you up from under your armpits and took you off the older man's cock with a pop, carrying you into your bedroom. From over his shoulder you could still see the older Peter sitting on the couch watching you. He got up and followed the both of you in, leaning against the threshold of the door watching the two of you ahead of him.

Your room was dark and quiet, the only light source being the window near your bed. The air was cool and it prickled your skin, a nice contrast to the warm skin you were pressed against. Peter gently put you down in the center of your large bed and crawled between your legs pressing his body against yours, his arms holding most of his weight up. The other Peter walked in and crawled onto the bed too, he laid on his side close to you. He traced the freckles on your arm like constellations in the night sky. It was soft, intimate like lovers doing things in secret. It felt like hiding away from the biting cold, it felt like being under the covers on dark and stormy nights. Turning your head you looked into his eyes watching them gleam with a curiosity that you couldn’t explain. You felt the other press kisses to your neck like unspoken promises. Your body’s intertwined, your skin speaking the language only it knows. It was quiet, it was warm, it was the kind of thing that can only be found in books. The Peter on top of you maneuvered to the other side of you and shifted your thigh so it would go over his hip and he could easily penetrate you from behind. It was comfortable, you just had to lay there and take what they gave you.

Peter grabbed his hard cock and gave it a few pumps and whispered in your ear, “ I'm gonna make you feel so good baby”. He then pushed into you and the both of you groaned. The older Peter watched, squeezing his cock as it hardened again. The older Peter had also moved so that he could turn on the small table lamp on your nightstand so that everyone could see and not depend on the light from the window. The position you were in made it easy for Peter to access your g spot with every slow languid thrust. You closed your eyes, the pleasure becoming too much, enjoying the feeling of being filled over and over again. That was until the older Peter pinched your nipple and said, “uh uh honey you gotta keep those eye open for us, we want to see how fucked out you look.” The Peter behind you groaned into your ear,” I bet your Peter cant fuck you like this. I bet he can't make you feel this good.”, his hips stuttered as he spoke.

As the younger Peter thrusted into you the older one laid at your side, rubbing your clit in slow lazy circles. He had started to fuck his hand in time with his dopplegangers thrusts, focusing in on your moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. The younger of the two groaned when you tightened around him, “Take it sweet girl, take all of it. You deserve to feel so good baby”. You whined at that, and raised your hips starting to feel close for the third time that night. From your side you heard the older Peter murmur against your forehead, “That's it honey let go for us, I know you can do it”, after those words left his lips you came with a cry, that did it for you.

He kissed your forehead and breathlessly said, “That's it honey, good girl. You're doing so well for us sweetheart, well done baby”. The Peter behind you was watching this unfold and it only turned him on even more watching you so blissed out on his cock. You never came this hard before and you've never felt this good, with your ears ringing and your eyes rolling back. They both came minutes apart, the older Peter spilt into his hand with a low groan, his eyes screwing shut as he painted his abdomen. The younger Peter slammed himself into you and came with a shout, he kept going while he came prolonging his own orgasm. His head lolled forward leaning against the back of your head, everyone in the room was breathing heavily and covered in a thin layer of sweat. The three of you laid there for a bit trying to regain composure and to steady your breathing.

After you came back to reality, you were surrounded by warmth and it felt so very comforting. The younger Peter on his back and you were maneuvered so that your head was on his chest, his hand in your hair. The older Peter was behind you his hand was rubbing circles into your hip, he kept pressing kisses onto your shoulder. That went on for a few minutes and then the older doppelgänger behind you had gotten up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth with the intent of cleaning the cum off of everyone. You were the first to be cleaned up, He then took care of himself and then his doppelgänger. After he threw the dirty cloth in the hamper he went to your dresser and changed you into a large pajama shirt, tucked you in and got you settled in for bed. After everyone was situated and tucked into bed the younger Peter turned off the lamp that provided a warm yellow light leaving the room in darkness. Everyone switched positions with the younger Peter spooning you and the older Peter cradling you against his chest, you felt so safe and loved. You all laid in comfortable silence, the only sounds that you could hear were the three of you breathing and the traffic outside. There was a notification ping that came from your phone, breaking the silence. It was your Peter, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and everyone on the bed had a good view of the screen. He texted,

“I'm really sorry about today I had a bad day at school and i've been stressed about the future, that doesn't excuse what I said to you but I just wanted to let you know that i'm sorry”

The Peter spooning you scoffed after reading the text, “What a douche this Peter is. He should have texted you sooner” he said in disbelief. The one beside you held you tighter to his chest and kissed the crown of your head. He took your phone from you and put it back on your night stand, “I agree that this Peter sounds so careless, does he really think this is going to fix what he did?”. There was no answer spoken, even though all three of you had the same thing in mind. You relaxed and snuggled back into the arms of the two men who made you feel better after such a rough day. You were ready to fall asleep in their arms, ready to let go and dream.

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This idea has been stuck in my head since watching NWH and its satisfying to be able to post this.

Requests are open, I'm probably going to post something about requests later on.

#tobey!peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #nwh fic

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Hi everyone!

I started writing fanfiction a few months ago. I generally post on AO3 first, but I've decided to post my works here as well. Here's what I have so far:

Spider-man fics (based on TASM!Peter Parker but flexible):

SFW

Four drinks I'm wasted: 600, ex dynamics, angsty short blurb.

NSFW 18+

Cracked Glass: 5,6k, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Night Monkey: 7,1k, enemies to lovers, slow-burn, smut

A Fortuitous Reunion: 6,4k, ex dynamics, porn without plot, 100% smut

Flowers In Your Hair: 4,8k, flower shop + sex pollen + professional rivals, entry to Wicked’s “Kink or Treat”

Any and all feedback welcome!

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Cracked Glass

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 5,6k

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Set after the events of "Spider-man: No Way Home". Reader meets Spider-man under awkward circumstances and they end up spending some time together.

Tags: 18+ explicit, smut, nudity, fluff, minor violence, dark humour, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, vaginal sex, mild praise kink, some swearing, minor mentions of past trauma, reader is kinda goofy, all characters are 18+, numerous Tick Tick Boom! references.

Song inspo: Green Green Dress

[I'm more updated on AO3 than I am here. Check my profile out here. I posted the link to this some time ago, so sorry if you've already come across it!]

Your mouth drops open.

“What the f…“

You’re walking backwards as you speak, trying to put some distance between you and whatever is going on in the dark alley.

You suddenly trip over a bulk, barely hidden between two rubbish bins.

You look down briefly to make sure it’s not a dead body. No, just a backpack. Probably drugs.

You look back up and reassess the situation. So there’s a giant ring of sparks in front of you, in a dirty, creepy New York alley in the middle of the night. And you’re pretty sure it’s a portal because what you see on the other side looks like a river.

And suddenly a figure appears out of nowhere in a flash, crosses the portal running and before you know what is happening, they have body slammed you and you've collapsed the ground. And the person is awkwardly on top of you. It takes you several seconds to react, and then you start screaming and moving your limbs. It feels a bit like a dream, where you want to escape but your body feels heavy and doesn’t move. Except this time it’s not a dream, just some weirdo in spandex crushing you.

They start screaming as well, struggling with their own limbs and finally rolling away on the ground. The light from the main road finally illuminates what turns out to be none other than Spider-man. You assume it’s the real one and not just a cosplayer from the fact he just appeared literally from thin air.

Your mind is quickly getting to all the logical conclusions and calming down, but your body works at a different pace and you realise you’re still screaming and your arms and legs are still flailing around uselessly.

“Oh my god I am so sorry, are you okay?”

“You’re Spider-man!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He’s looking around now. “What time is it? Hold on. What day is it?”

“Um.” You check the old watch on your wrist. “2.45, I guess the 11th of February now”.

“How much time does multiverse travel take? Does it take longer to different realities?” he’s muttering to himself now, you’re barely catching any of it.

You probably should leave him, but you can’t stop yourself from staring. A real superhero. Right in front of you. No one back home would believe you.

Regardless, you try to give him a moment and focus your attention in gathering yourself together. You get up, accidentally stepping on the drug backpack. You’re surprised to hear a bit of a crunch. Drugs are big and solid and... metallic?

You pull it up to inspect whether it’s a murder weapon, taken from a crime scene maybe. Your mind wanders, you could join the FBI, does the FBI get to meet superheroes often?

You pull a vintage camera out of the backpack, the lens cracked. “Oops” turning it around you read the handwritten sticker on it with its owner’s name. “I’m sorry Peter Parker...”.

“What for?” a voice interjects.

You’re still talking to yourself “...unless you’re a serial killer and this is to take pictures of your prizes”.

Your brain takes a few seconds to process what just happened. You look up, the eyes on Spider-man’s mask seem to occupy all of his face. He’s absolutely frozen, and so are you.

“You’re a drug dealing serial killer?”

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Flowers In Your Hair

Entry for the amazing’s @wicked-remarks ‘ “Kink or Treat”!

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 4,8k

Pairing: fem!OC* x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Flower Shop + Sex Pollen + (kind of) Professional Rivals

Tags: 18+ explicit, mostly strangers to lovers, smut, nudity, vaginal sex, mild praise kink, oral sex (both F and M receiving), no bed in sight, some fluff, all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Flowers in Your Hair by The Lumineers

*[I say OC because it’s written in the third person, but can be read as reader because she uses a codename the whole time and her physical appearance is barely described]

The bell over the door rang for the third time that day, and Peter barely had the energy to look up. It was probably someone “just looking” or a tourist hoping to take some aesthetic shots for their travel log. Slow days like this made him want to close the shop and swing himself far far away from here.

He had been trying for a good hour to focus on the physics problem due for tomorrow evening’s class. Frustrated from the lack of inspiration, he finally looked up to see a young woman admiring the carnations displayed near the door.

“Good morning!” Peter said in his best customer service voice, stifling a yawn. “If you need anything let me know.”

“I will, thank you.” The woman shot him a smile that barely reached her eyes. She seemed focused... Too focused for a simple visit to the flower shop, Peter noticed.

Peter’s tingle rang loudly at the back of his mind, pulling him off his stool. He cleared his throat and casually made his way to the woman.

“They are just beautiful, aren’t they? Those yellow ones arrived only this morning.”

She hummed an approval and took a step away from him, now seemingly inspecting the coloured roses.

“Disappointment.” Peter intended for his tone to be playfully stern, but it turned out harsher than expected. This caused the woman to turn, a mixture of surprise and mild panic taking over her features for a split second, before settling into a controlled expression of confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Disappointment, rejection. That’s what yellow carnations mean.” Peter smirked, leaning forward as if confiding. “But don’t tell anyone, I don’t think many people buy flowers to express disdain anymore.”

She laughed and took another step away, her hand now on the door handle. The sound of her laugh warmed Peter’s chest, and for a second he forgot he was suspecting her of… of what exactly? Of acting shady in a flower shop?

Come on Peter, get a grip, you’re just sleep deprived from the night patrols. He thought to himself.

“Let’s not give them any ideas.” And with another ring of the bell, she was gone.

Peter stood there for a few moments, taking one last look at the yellow carnations before closing the shop for the day.

It was around 1 am when Peter woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. He got up to get some water. He tried to remember what the dream had been about. It was about work. Conventional work. Flower shop. But also, Spider-man? Carnations. Yellow carnations. The woman looking at the yellow carnations. What was she wearing? Wide-brimmed hat. Red wide-brimmed hat. Like that night about a year ago at the docks. Red wide-brimmed hat amongst diamond smugglers…

Peter’s hand let go of the glass of water he was holding as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in his brain.

By the time the glass shattered on the floor, he already had half his suit on and was headed towards the window.

It wasn’t often that criminals walked in through the door of the local superhero’s side job, Peter thought to himself. He hoped he wasn’t too late as he dropped down to the ground a few buildings away. Approaching by foot, he didn’t see anyone inside, nor anywhere around him.

In the shop, everything seemed to be in order. He approached the carnations. He thought about the new provider who had brought them. Mrs Hernandez had said they had shown a lot of interest in getting the flowers in the shop as soon as possible. This was nothing new, one would think, in the flower industry. But even Mrs Hernandez, with 50 years in the business, thought their approach was odd. “Muy raros, Peter. But the claveles are beautiful, ¿no?” she’d said.

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Four drinks I'm wasted

Peter Parker/Spider-man blurb

Words: 670

Pairing: gn!reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Reader's thing with Peter didn't end on a good note, but they still miss him. So they try to drown the loneliness in alcohol.

Tags: angsty, a bit fluffy maybe, ex dynamics, alcohol consumption, drunk characters.

Song inspo: Talia by King Princess

[Check my AO3 profile out here.]

Peter Parker ghosted you for the last time 6 weeks ago, give or take a few days.

You were embarrassed at how much it had affected you, ending things with him. It’s not like you had been together (if you could even call it that) for that long. Nor had he treated you that well. But he was sweet, and thoughtful, and hot.

He just kept leaving you stranded, with no explanation, no apology text, nothing. And you didn’t want to get hurt.

Six weeks without hearing from him. You had done so well, not drunk texting him even once, given your record.

But today is not a good day. The week is going terribly at work. You haven’t been able to call your mum, because she’s on holiday. And you dropped your coffee on your laptop this morning. So you deserve a drink.

Do you deserve four drinks? Maybe not. But the alcohol is burning so good down your throat. And you haven’t indulged in a long time, so it’s going straight to your head…

When the fourth shot hits the back of your throat, you’re positively wasted, and you are loving it. You swear you can see Peter standing right there in front of you, hand stretched out towards you, asking you to dance. He’s smiling, he’s leaning down to kiss you. You’re both lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing at each other, locking eyes, kissing again. But it’s all in your head and you know it, deep down you do know it.

So after enjoying the fantasy in your mind for a long, long time, you feel a few stray tears falling down your face. You feel ridiculous for feeling like this about someone who clearly hasn’t spared you a single thought since saying goodbye. You get up to open the window. The fresh air will clear your head and tomorrow will be a better day. Or so you’re trying to tell yourself.

But you freeze in place, barely a step away from the window. You can’t believe your eyes. Spider-man is sitting on your fire exit, just outside your window. His mask is off, his head is resting against your window but looking down. You see the tear roll down his cheek before you even recognise his face.

He turns to you and you lock eyes just as it all falls into place in your mind. Peter Parker is Spider-man. That’s why he kept ghosting you. That’s why he never gave a good reason for his behaviour.

And now he’s at your window, and he’s crying, and his eyes show a longing that can only be a reflection of your own.

You open the window and you continue to look at each other, neither knowing what to say.

“Peter…” you say softly.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out in response. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I was so awful. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to commit. I’m sorry I let you go. Now you know why I did it, but it’s still no excuse. And I’m sorry I showed up like this today, it’s creepy and it’s wrong, but it was a quiet night and I got drunk and all I was seeing was you. It was like I could taste your lipstick, and I just needed to see you.”

You could keep listening to him rant for hours, but you have other things in mind. So you put a hand to the back of his neck, and you pull him in for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate long. He reciprocates the kiss with passion, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

He jumps in through the window, and now he’s standing right there in front of you, hand stretched out towards you, asking you to dance, although no music is playing. He’s smiling, he’s leaning down to kiss you again. Soon, you’re both lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing at each other, locking eyes, and kissing again. And this time, it’s not in your head.

55 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de mayo de 2022

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Night Monkey

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 7,1k

Pairing: fem!superhero reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Peter Parker takes a trip to Europe, where he encounters (and ruins the day of) an unnamed superhero (reader). Reader then demands help in return but they have to go into hiding together for a few days.

Tags: 18+ explicit, enemies to lovers, smut (if this is what you're here for, it's at the very end), slow burn, nudity, lots of sexual tension, minor violence, corruption (the political kind), misunderstandings, anonymity, cocky Peter, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, mild praise kink, mildly dubious consent, light choking, tied hands, some swearing, some mentions of past trauma, all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Shame by InnerCut & mori

[I'm more updated on AO3 than I am here. Check my profile out here. I posted the link to this some time ago, so sorry if you've already come across it!]

Night monkey.

He publicly called you night monkey. Night. Monkey. On live television. With the whole world watching.

What kind of absolute rubbish superhero name is that. Who gave him permission to say it. Why was he talking about you in the first place.

Your first public appearance after being stung by that god forsaken black jellyfish.

It happened about six months ago. It had been just another normal day at the lab. Being a clumsy person in science had always been a struggle, but that particular day you were feeling unwell on top of it. You don’t remember what happened, you were running late, the lab coat got stuck on a chair, you tripped and banged your head against one of the tanks really hard. You opened your eyes, still lying on the floor, just in time to see the crack in the glass spreading. Next thing you know, the jellyfish that had been genetically engineered to remove plastic from the ocean was wrapped around your neck and the pain was unbearable. Your airways had swollen, you thought you were going to die from asphyxia, but then your vision became clear again. By the time your colleagues had run in from the neighbouring labs, you were actually feeling fine and you insisted to everyone that you did not need to go to hospital because the jellyfish was not dangerous. You didn’t know that for sure, actually, but you despised the doctors in the local emergency room and you really did feel fine. In fact, you felt better than you had all day, maybe even all week.

You still took the day off after the incident, mostly to settle everyone else’s nerves. You were surprised to see that by the time you got home, the swelling on your head had disappeared completely and the pain was gone. The red mark on your neck was still there, but it was painless. It actually looked more like a birthmark than a scar.

You were in the shower when things started to get properly weird. Your skin was glowing blue. That was weird enough in itself. But then when you tried to reach for the towel some kind of filament actually flew out of your wrist. From inside your skin.

You knew, rationally, that you should be freaking out. This was all extremely concerning, health wise. But you hadn’t felt this balanced in years. You also felt energised, almost like you could go for a run. That was very unlike you. But you did. And with every step you took it was more and more obvious that your body was undergoing some serious changes. But also, with every step, you felt you were gaining control over said changes. Not even a few hours had passed and you could control the glowing, the filaments (which you’d found out the hard way they stung), the newfound ability to detect and identify chemicals in the environment without need for any equipment, the ability to stay underwater for long periods of time and even the instant regeneration of your cells when injured or in pain.

You’d since become Rome’s silent guardian. You’d done your best, and mostly succeeded, at staying in the shadows, literally and figuratively. Your existence went by mostly unnoticed, other than a few rumours going about. You didn’t want the fame or the recognition or the drama that others enhanced individuals were attracting. You just wanted to do some much-needed good.

That is until, for whatever reason, Spider-man showed up today in Rome.

You were following a corrupt senator, trying to gather enough evidence of his murky businesses with the local drug-dealing elite. You were just off the Piazza Navona when you saw him on top of Neptune’s fountain. Spider-man. The absolute clown of the superhero guild.

That was enough distraction to lose sight of the senator. You cursed under your breath. You hated this job. But you also knew this was the only way of making Rome, even Italy, a better place.

Irritated, you went back to the Piazza and hid behind a street food cart to watch the scene unfold.

Spider-man seemed to be causing a panic, fighting a fish-like creature that emerged from the fountain. You had no intentions of intervening. It was way too exposed and surely the one and only Spider-man could handle it. But then that absolute moron snapped an arm off one of the stone angels and that was crossing the line.

Dressed in your black suit and mask, you’d dashed to the fountain, had a brief struggle with the creature, stung it with your filaments, and handed it to a stunned and speechless Spider-man. You’d then ran to hide in the nearest dark corner. Too late, however. A local TV station had been filming something for the news report nearby and had instantly shared the images with the city and then the world. It was the first time Spider-man had been spotted outside of New York. It was a big deal. You appearing in all the footage was collateral damage, but damage your regenerating cells could not repair.

You’d just entered a café, changed into street clothes, when you saw Spider-man being interviewed on TV.

“Really who we should thank is... Is... That person. I don’t know their name.” He was stammering.

He was being pressured into giving more information about his “assistant” as the reporter called it.

“Assistance is what he’s going to need when I catch him. Moron.” You whispered to yourself.

And that’s when he said it. “The Night Monkey.” In all fairness, it did sound like he was just desperately trying to get away from the journalists. But that was no excuse for coming up with such a horrendous name.

Your mouth is still agape, eyes glued to the screen, when the barista hands you your change and your coffee. She coughs quietly for you to move along. You finally react and practically run out of the café.

It’s just your luck that you run straight into someone walking past in the street, your coffee spilling all over both of you.

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I have deliberately been avoiding any new trailer or social media posts for Dr Strange MOM simply bc I want to be surprised and not know the biggest plot twists beforehand like with NWH. I didn’t love that Andrew and Tobey were included any less than I would’ve have had I not known they would be in the movie, but whereas I should’ve been genuinely surprised in seeing them, I was just waiting for them to come on screen. I realize that in MOM there’ll be some cameos and big entrances of already existing characters in the XMen movies, but I just don’t want to know every tiny piece of speculation about who those characters may be.

Just the other day I came across a piece of advertising from marvel themselves that had a line about a particular important group being included in the movie. People who’ve read the comics (I’ve read a few, by no means am I an expert) would love that to be a surprise. I hate that it’s become such a task to avoid any form of a spoiler, no matter how minor, so you can actually enjoy a movie without feeling like you’ve already watched half of it. This movie deserves the same kind of secrecy as NWH did. Why hide that Tom Hiddleston will be in this movie and not that [aforementioned important group] is included? Explain that to me. Which is the bigger plot twist?

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #doctor strange multiverse of madness #dr strange #doctor strange #multiverse of madness #dsmom

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ok so who was gonna tell me it's 2012 again?

i'm fawning over Ringo and yearning for hot Andrew Garfield spiderman

#this end of year got me fucked #personal #my fic emotions have never been so on the cusp #maybe over this winter break i have coming up #we'll see #minor nwh spoilers #nwh #no way home #i guess i'll tag it that to be safe since i mention Peter 3 #spiderman #spider man #spider man no way home #ringo starr #the beatles #the beatles get back

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Instead of writing this week, I just could not get this idea out of my head. (Now fingers crossed I can power through this week’s chapter of Consequence of Sounds (whoops).)

It’s inspired by the rooftop scene of Spider-Man No Way Home and the Three of Swords tarot card, because I noticed that the Hug looked very heart-like and I just couldn’t help myself.

Done on Procreate Pocket (because I do not currently have a way to do digital art on anything beyond my cellphone 😂)

Three of Swords - This card appears in times of sorrow and loss, of heartache and heartbreak. And yet, when reversed, it speaks of experience. Of taking the pain and moving forward, of embracing the air in your lungs and becoming stronger by your own hand, in spite of what horrors you have been dealt.

#mcu #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones #spider man #nwh spoilers #spider man no way home #spider man no way home spoilers #tarot #three of swords #minor arcana

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Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

#spider man nwh #spider man no way home #smnwh #no way home #minor spoilers #please tell me no one thought of this yet lmao #smnwh spoilers #spider man no way home spoilers #spider man spoilers #spider man nwh spoilers #no way home spoilers

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Hello!

I've seen you're looking for Andrew Garfield requests. I've got you covered!

Y/N and Andrew have been dating for a while now, and when Andrew gets the call about No Way Home, he's unsure about going back. Y/N is there to support him and be there for him every step of the way (but she mainly wants to meet Tom and Tobey)

On Andrew's first day on set, he brings Y/N with him. They meet Tom and Tobey and Y/N can't help but hide behind Andrew.

When filming, Y/N is behind camera watching it all happen. When she hears Andrew say the line 'I love you guys', she can't help but laugh. Tom and Tobey also break into laughter.

Later on, Andrew thanks her for encouraging him to do the film. They cuddle for the rest of the night.

Hope you like! 💕

I Will Say It Back : Andrew Garfield x Reader

Summary: Andrew is nervous to pick up the role of Spider-Man again after how it went last time. Fortunately his girlfriend is there to support him the whole time, even when his costars jokingly don’t respond to one of his impromptu lines.

Warnings: NWH spoilers (if you haven’t seen it yet smh), minor NWH More Fun Stuff Re-Release spoilers (not scenes from the movie but the brief intro from the guys before the movie), and just fluff 💜

———

“Love, I need to talk to you about something. Are you busy?” Andrew asks, entering their shared bedroom.

“No, just finishing up this report but it can wait” y/n smiles, closing her laptop to turn and face her boyfriend.

“Are you sure?” Andrew asks slowly, glancing between the laptop and her.

She nods, walking to him and pulling him in for a hug, “absolutely”.

Andrew hums and relaxes in her arms some but she can still feel how tense his muscles are.

As he kisses the top of her head, grinning against her hair, she squeezes him and whispers, “what’s on your mind handsome?”

“I ummm…” he mumbles, alerting her to just how bad it was.

Andrew was always so well spoken, he very rarely had to pause let alone use fillers when communicating.

That, and he was never really nervous around her. They’d been friends for awhile before dating so the two rarely had moments of anxiety towards their relationship or each other.

“Andrew, talk to me” y/n coos, pulling back and leading him to sit on the edge of their bed.

He gives her a thankful smile and nods, “I received a call today for… an acting job”.

“As in you got the role or there’s an audition?” She asks, watching his face as he tenses again.

“Role, essentially” he admits, rubbing his neck.

“Oh,” she says, trying to hide her realization that means he will be away from her for awhile, “I didn’t know you had an audition recently”.

“I didn’t!” He assures, squeezing her hand to erase her concerns he hid an audition from her.

“They just offered you a role without auditioning?” She asks, smiling at him, “that’s wonderful Andy! Congrats love!”

He blushes and bites his lip as he smiles, “thank you dear. But, I’m not sure I’m going to take it”

Her eyebrows raise and then she squints at him, “no? Why not? What’s the role?”

He chuckles softly, reaching over to smooth her eyebrows, “Spider-Man”.

She gasps and scoots back from him so she can see him more, “what?!”

Andrew laughs deeply, making her smile and blush at how insane she probably looks.

He nods, “the newest Tom Holland one, they want me and Tobey back for it”.

“Th-… you-… wha-…” she stutters, unable to form a proper sentence.

Andrew laughs, knowing how much she loved all of the past Spider-Man movies from each of them.

Pulling herself together, she teasingly hits his arm as he continues laughing.

“If you’re joking about this, we’re done” she smirks, glaring at him.

He holds his hands up, “I’m not!”

She laughs and nods, “okay. That’s super cool though! Why aren’t you wanting to do it?”

She knew his concerns with his last time as Spider-Man but how he always said he’d love to be able to take up the role again.

He sighs, becoming serious suddenly, “it will be a lot. There’s going to be a lot to deal with and many different emotions”.

She nods, encouraging him to go on as she grabs his hand.

“I know I’ve said I’d love to out the suit back on and have another chance to play him, but…” he looks down at their hands and holds his gaze there for a moment.

“You can tell me anything. I’m not going to force you to accept the role babe! I just want to know what you’re thinking about, I’ve not seen you like this” y/n says, squeezing their interlocked hands.

“I’m worried if I make the wrong decision it’ll hurt our relationship and I don’t want that” he says, frowning.

Y/n freezes, watching him silently in shock.

“Andrew Russell Garfield. I don’t want you ever feeling like a decision would somehow jeopardize our relationship” y/n scolds, turning to him.

He looks up at her and nods, a small smile on his lips as if still hesitant.

“Decline the role. Accept the role. Wait it out. Hell, flip a coin and let it decide. I don’t care either way. I love you no matter what decision you make and I’m here for you no matter how it turns out” she adds, staring at him.

Andrew smiles, leaning over and giving her a quick but appreciative kiss, “I know my love, you’re always so supportive. And I love you too. But that’s why I’m worried the stress won’t be good for us, for our relationship”.

“Elaborate please” she asks softly.

Grinning, he kisses her check, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her to him until she’s curled up against him.

Andrew begins to explain to her the different ways in which the stress of filming this movie will be heightened from that of his other films she’s witnessed him working on.

Upon him completing his explanation, he strokes y/N’s hair as he listens to her offer ways to help his stress and in turn his concerns about the impacts on their relationship.

——— A few weeks later, the first day on set following virtual meetings between the actors ———

“Darling, join me, I have someone you’ll want to meet” Andrew smirks, holding his hand out for y/n as he steps out of his set trailer.

Y/n blushes and straightens out her clothes nervously as she walks over to take his hand.

“Relax y/n/n, they’re very kind” Andrew whispers, brushing her hair away from her neck, his fingers causing goosebumps to form on her arms.

She smiles and leans into him for emotional support as she walks with him to set.

“Ah, love, this way” he says, guiding her to the left, “Tom, Tobey, come meet my lovely girlfriend”.

Y/n gulps, tugging on the hem of Andrew’s shirt nervously.

Andrew chuckles quietly, kissing her ear tenderly.

“Y/n love, this is Tom” Andrew says as Tom approaches first.

Y/n blushes and forms a stiff but polite and proper posture as she shakes Tom’s hand nervously.

“Lovely to meet the woman Andrew has been talking about nonstop” Tom winks, stepping back.

Y/N’s face reddens as she glances back at her boyfriend who is shaking his head and laughing timidly as his own face flushes.

Y/n bites her lip and turns back just as Tobey comes up to greet her.

“Could not agree more, wonderful to meet you” Tobey nods, shaking her hand.

“Ummm… uhhh. Thanks!” She says nervously, causing them to laugh softly.

“Sorry” she giggles, “I’m just… I don’t want to sound like a fangirl, but I’m just big fans”.

They nod, Tobey smiling and looking over at Andrew who is pulling y/n to him.

She hides behind him slightly in embarrassment but he kisses the side of her head, “they know my love”.

“You told them?!” She scoffs, using his body to hide.

He chuckles, “they don’t mind”.

———

Y/n laughs and shakes her head at her boyfriend breaking character to tell the others he loves them mid scene.

Tom and Tobey break into laugher causing them to stop the scene.

The director laughs, “we need to redo that, but Andrew, keep that line”.

Andrew smirks, winking over at his girlfriend to show off his improve skills.

She rolls she’s eyes and blows him a kiss before waving him off to focus on the scene.

———

“You know you liked it” Andrew teased, sliding under the covers next to y/n.

“I never said I didn’t” she points out, leaning over to kiss him.

“You couldn’t stop laughing” he smirks, stroking the back of her hair.

“It was so cute baby” she says, smiling at him as she leans back against the pillows behind her.

He laughs, “thank you darling”.

“I can’t believe they didn’t say it back” she smirks, turning the tv off and cuddling closer to him.

Andrew laughs, pulling her against him, “I don’t care”.

“You don’t? I mean I know it was improve but I’m sure they were just caught off guard. I know how much you value them” she says, tracing shapes on his chest.

Andrew kisses her nose, “I only care if you say it back darling, not them. Thank you for supporting me y/n”.

“I will forever support you” she affirms, cupping his jaw, “And of course I will say it back; I’ll always say it back”.

Smiling, Andrew squeezes her against him, “wonderful because I love you”.

Y/n giggles, “I love you too, but I can’t breathe”.

“Oh! Can’t have that! How else could you say it back next time?” Andrew teases, letting her go slightly but still having a secure hold on her.

“I told you I will say it back, so I’d find a way to make it work” she laughs, laying her head on his upper chest and kissing his collar bone.

Andrew sighs contentedly and he smiles down at the woman in his arms, the only thing he’s more certain about loving than the chance to replay Spider-Man.

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