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WORTH THE RISK | tasm!peter parker

PART 1/5 OF WORTH: THE SERIES.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SUMMARY: there's a new threat in town and spider-man has found himself falling for his roommate. after what happened with gwen, he must decide if it's worth the risk yet again.

WARNINGS: depictions of death, depression, grieving, cursing, and canon-typical injuries. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 17+]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: some characters may be ooc. there are a lot of flashbacks-current time switching. you can criticize my writing, but please be nice.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

There was trouble looming around town. Peter Parker felt it. He felt it by the way the hair on his body stood up. He felt it by the way the nerves in his body alerted him. He felt it by the way the wind changed its demeanor as he swung through his beloved New York City.

Aside from the common thefts committed by robbers and the fights brought upon by different gangs, crimes in New York City were almost quiet to him. For a couple of years, there was no big threat that needed Spider-Man’s help.

As the friendly neighborhood hero, of course, he still offered his assistance but the police assured him that they can handle them on their own. He appreciated the thought but his love for the city weighed more than the thought of a much-needed rest. He did not like what the police had insisted. Him not saving New York City? Nope. Not gonna happen. Never.

He could still remember the conversation clearly.

"It's not gonna happen. I'm gonna help you," he told them. To which an officer named Carlos replied: "As much as we appreciate you and your assistance, please let us do our job. The people now trust you more than us, which makes a lot of sense because you have saved so many of us, but our reputation for being able of saving them has got to be back on track."

"So what, you don't want me anymore? You know you can't stop me from helping people, right?"

The middle-aged police nodded. "But you gotta understand, Spidey, what's happening now is that the people call you for help first instead of us. If you keep responding to those calls, there may not be a job left for us anymore. Who are we going to save if you already saved them first?"

Peter understood, as he always did. But the mere thought of not doing anything for the city—his city—got him feeling uneasy.

"But–" he started to reason with him but another officer, this time a red-haired british woman named Charlene, raised her hand to stop him from talking any further.

"How about this..." Charlene started. "In the meantime, put your suit down and rest from all of this crime-fighting stuff and let us handle it. And then when there comes a big threat that needs your help, the first thing we'll do is call you."

Carlos agreed, nodding as he went beside Charlene to hold her hand. So they're a married couple, Peter thought.

"Well, can I at least do a little saving and patrol the city every once in a while?" he asked.

The police couple looked at each other before looking back at him. "Fine," Carlos replied. "We can work with that," Charlene continued.

Peter smiled. "Okay cool. We have a deal then."

It has been two years and what Peter has named the "big threat, big help" call has not been made. Which he thought should be a good thing, right? Because it would mean that his beloved city was safe from being destroyed any sooner.

However, as he currently swung through the city for what he deemed was just a little night patrol, something was off and he knew it. He wasn't even finished patrolling the entire city. There were still a lot of places he has not yet checked tonight. He smelled trouble and the ringing from his phone with the police's name as the caller confirmed it.

He stopped at a rooftop of a random building before he answered. "What's going on?" he asked.

"We need your help," Carlos stated, his latino accent laced with fear. "There's been reports of multiple houses being broken into for the past 15 minutes. 1 person has already died and 6 are badly injured and on their way to the hospital. Given the short amount of time and the fact that the houses are beside each other, we believe they all have the same culprit."

"Do you know what this person looks like?"

"The victims are too traumatized to speak, we couldn't get any information out of them. We're now looking at the city cameras–holy shit."

"What?"

"This isn't just a normal person, Spidey. He's green and he looks like a scorpion."

Peter knew he should think about the injured people.

Peter knew he should think about the poor person who has unfortunately died.

Peter knew he should think about the green scorpion-looking criminal.

But the first person he thought about, was you.

The past couple of years for Peter were eventful, to say the least.

After all, after Gwen's tragic death, nothing was the same anymore.

Was it a bad thing or a good thing? Maybe both? He didn't know.

First was the sleepless nights. Every single time he would close his eyes, images of Gwen free falling to her demise plagued his thoughts. It terrified him—how Gwen's eyes reflected acceptance as she looked at him for the last time. Even in her last moments, she understood... and she accepted. It scared him how she embraced death like a long-lost family member.

Peter knew Gwen didn't want him to blame himself. But he couldn't help it, could he? He was given these abilities... to help people, to heal people, to save people... and yet he couldn't save the person he treasured the most. He couldn't save her.

And even then, at the moments where rest finally found its way to his eyes and body, it would be tormented with nightmares. Rest, for him, was never an option.

Second was the loss of interest. Things that brought him joy before and hobbies that he used to enjoy, he didn't care about them anymore. He was simply uninterested.

Sure, Aunt May had been there for him every step of the way, but even she cannot bring him back to feel anymore. He appreciated his aunt for even trying.

Now came the third and hardest part. As if the pain he was in wasn't enough for the gods above to take pity on him—two months after Gwen's demise, Aunt May passed away.

Peter felt horrible. His last two months with her were him being unresponsive. Aunt May had reached out for him but he didn't meet her halfway. She tried so hard to help him, and in some ways she did, but he was too caught up in his own hurt and pain that it did not occur to him that she was also hurting for her nephew. For him.

Now instead of visiting a grave, he had to visit two.

He was in ruins. Everyone he loved the most was gone and he was left to himself. He had no faith. No hope. No everything. None.

Until you came.

He was visiting Gwen for her first death anniversary. Peter couldn't believe it—one whole year since he lost her. Where did time even go?

It was just like the usual, he would sit in front of her grave, talking to her as if she was still living. He would update her on what was happening in his life—a common thing he would do to his aunt's grave as well.

That was when he heard you loudly sniffing from behind his back. Initially, he planned to ignore it to give you some privacy. But the sniffing got louder and your breathing got even slower. He decided to cut his conversation short with Gwen's tombstone, he could do that any other day. You clearly needed comfort, and while he was not obliged to give it to you, something inside him screamed that he should. He sat up from his position and made his way to you.

What he saw was a heartbreaking sight. You sat across the stone, arms desperately clinging to your knees for comfort. You were aware of the new presence beside you, but you couldn't stop crying. It was all just too much. You had just lost your father last year, and now just a month ago, you lost your mother too. You had no siblings or pets, and your friends were on the other side of the world, too busy to visit or even check up on you. You were alone.

Peter crouched down beside you, trying to meet your eyes. And when he finally did, his heart shattered into pieces. You caught his gaze. "I–I'm sorry–" you sniffed. "It's umm... it's my mom's birthday," you pointed at the tombstone in front of you. "Sh–she died a month ago."

That was it. Your broken voice pulled a string in his heart that made him soft for you. He didn't know what gave him the courage, but he sat down from his position beside you and hugged you tightly.

You were surprised at first but appreciated the comfort. The last time someone hugged you was by your mother on her death bed. For the last month, you lasted on your own. No human interactions except the little greetings you exchanged with the people you passed on the street and the people at work. There were only four places your world consisted of: your house, your workplace, the cemetery, and the grocery store.

You clung to his body as if your life depended on it, and maybe in some ways, it actually did. "It's going to be okay," he whispered. "We're gonna get through this together."

We. Together.

Funny how you just met this man and he cared more for you than the people you called your friends. There was something about him that radiated comfort and protection. You knew you should be embarrassed by yourself, you were a broken mess. You probably looked crazy with your hair all tangled and your face streaked with tears that you were sure just messed up his jacket. But you didn't care, you needed him. And unbeknownst to both of you, he needed you just the same.

That night ended with Peter bringing you to his favorite coffee shop. He treated your coffee as you talked about your life and he talked about his.

You learned that it was his past girlfriend who he was visiting at the cemetery. He told you that it was her first death anniversary to which you replied: "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," he raised the palm of his hand playfully. "It's not like you killed her or anything." he joked.

You laughed with him before moving on to a new topic. You told him about your parents, how your father died from a car crash years ago and how your mother died because of cancer. Was it too early to tell him the heaviest life issues you mostly kept to yourself? You didn't know. But you were at ease when you were in his presence. Maybe that's why you couldn't stop talking the moment he started the conversation.

He told you about his aunt as well. Who died so suddenly after merely two months of his girlfriend's passing. You were so easy to talk to. He almost told you everything about him. Almost. There was a reason why he left out the reason behind Gwen's death—you didn't need to know about the double life he's living. So he left out everything that related to the web-slinging hero.

You were so caught up with each other that it didn't even occur to both of you that two hours have passed until a staff went to your table to inform you that the shop was closing.

You and Peter left the shop afterwards. He insisted to walk you home since it was pretty late at night and he knew just how the night wasn't safe for people, especially for women. You agreed, mentioning that the house was actually your family's but since your parents had died, it was all yours now.

"We're here," you informed him. "So... uh–" you looked down as you played with your fingers. Peter looked at you the entire time.

You met his eyes. "Thank you. For everything. I–I hope this isn't the last time we'll see each other."

"Of course," he smiled.

You hugged him. How the hell did that even happen? You had no idea. You practically just ran to his arms and hugged him. Peter didn't mind though. And if he was being honest, he enjoyed hugging you as well. "See you soon," he added. He didn't leave until you were inside and waved at him from the window.

Maybe this is why the world brought the two of you together. Two broken people who needed healing, ready to heal each other.

His visits became a weekly thing. Every Saturday, he would visit you and you would go to his—and now your own as well—favorite coffee shop. One time you mentioned that you were thinking of moving to a new apartment, the memories that came with your family house were becoming too much to bear. You needed time away from it in order to fully move on. Besides, it was getting lonely. Having a roommate would also be nice. When he asked you what would happen to your house, you told him that you would still visit it once in a while to clean and maintain it.

Peter, like the absolute genius that he was, had an idea.

"What if you move in with me?" he mused.

Your eyes widened by the sudden offer. You looked at him as he stared at you waiting for your answer.

"Be roommates with me?" he asked once again.

You thought hard about the idea.

Peter needed a new start and you needed company. This was shooting two birds with one stone. There was no need for choosing. The choice was already obvious.

You smirked, putting your hand out for him to shake. "Deal."

Before Peter took his way to the police station, he made sure to swing by the apartment the two of you shared to check on you.

You were on the couch sleeping while The Notebook was paused on the television. Tonight was movie night. A tradition you both made to follow every Thursday. An hour ago, he was just cuddling you while watching the film. It was peaceful...

Until he sensed something off.

He couldn't just leave you there, but he also couldn't ignore the nagging trouble he was sensing.

He had to at least swing by the city and check.

He didn't know what to do.

He had to find an excuse, and he had to do it quick.

Luckily, you did it for him.

"You know, for some reason, I'm really craving for some donuts right now," you blurted out.

Peter immediately agreed. "You know what? Let me buy some. I promise I'll be back before you know it," he stood up quickly. "And hey–" he jokingly pointed a finger. "Don't you dare finish the movie without me."

"Noted," you chuckled, grabbing the remote and pausing the film.

He went back to his bedroom to get his backpack before leaving the apartment, smiling as he closed the door.

You had no idea what he needed his backpack for when he was just going to buy some donuts, but you paid it no mind. He probably just wasn't used to getting out without the bag on his back.

Peter, clad in his Spider-Man suit, observed you from afar.

You looked so peaceful in contrast to the chaos that was currently happening outside. And even in moments of deep slumber, you still looked so beautiful.

He realized you fell asleep waiting on him.

He had promised to be back soon. Yet another promise he had to break.

He felt guilty, but it must be done.

There was no time, Peter reminded himself. And so he continued his way to the police station with one thing on his mind.

He needed to protect you.

"Oh thank God, you're here," Charlene breathed in relief. "Here–look at this," she gestured for him to follow her into the room where the city cameras resided. She pointed at one of the screens. "This is what he looks like."

"Do we know where he is now? I could swing through the city and find him." Peter insisted.

"No, we need you here," she replied.

"No offense, but I don't think I should be in here right now. He could still be out there."

"That's the thing–he's gone," Charlene admitted. She nodded at Carlos who just entered the room.

"What?"

"We already sent all our teams. They say he's gone."

"It's like he just disappeared," Carlos commented.

Peter thought hard about what was happening. "No," he gritted his teeth. "He wanted attention. My attention. And he wreaked havoc just to get it."

"But why?" Carlos asked.

Charlene answered for him. "To create chaos. Come to think of it, for the last two years, there was no big threat to the city. Even Spider-Man..." she glanced at Peter. "Laid low."

Peter agreed. "Some people hate the quiet. And they would do everything to bring back the noise and destruction again."

"What will we do now?" Charlene looked at him, waiting for an order as more officers came into the room.

"I'll do patrols as I always do, but this time every day and night. You check the cameras at all times and install some more around the city. Continue sending your teams to patrol as well. Inform the medical facilities—tell them to prepare for a possible surge of injured people. Don't lack on communication, inform and update each other, and..."

Peter looked around the people in the room. "If you see anything suspicious, you know how to call me."

Peter left without another word. The situation was more dangerous than he thought and he planned to get to you as fast as possible. He made a promise to himself that he will keep you safe no matter what it takes.

He found himself knocking on your shared apartment’s window. He saw you slowly stand up from the couch, lazily wiping the sleep off of yourself.

You were confused for a moment, wondering who could be knocking at your apartment at this time—it was coming from the window too.

Surprised would be an understatement for your reaction when you opened up the curtains and saw the Spider-Man in your window. With wide eyes and an open mouth you had to close, you opened the window and let the hero inside.

"Wha—" you stuttered.

"Watch the news," he ordered.

You were confused but nonetheless followed his order. He sounded serious. And when Spider-Man was giving you orders in your living room, you gotta follow them.

"Just an hour ago, a green scorpion-looking identity was reported breaking into multiple houses causing a casualty and 6 badly injured people. We have no report as to where he is right now but the police and Spider-Man are currently in the process of capturing the criminal. Be careful out there, and wish our protectors luck," the reporter informed.

You were fully awake at this point. Not knowing what to do, you looked over the hero who was already looking at you.

Suddenly, you remembered Peter. Surely, it wouldn't take that long to buy some donuts? He was not yet back. And with a killer on the loose, you were getting more worried each passing second.

"Oh god, m-my friend–he's still out there," you started shaking and pacing.

"Peter," Spider-Man replied. You immediately stopped pacing and looked at him so fast you thought it would break your neck. "You know him? Peter?" you asked with hope.

He noticed the worry that hugged your face. He wanted to hug you, tell you that he's Peter and that he loves you when he remembered a promise he made.

To protect you.

Two graves were enough.

Trouble was attached to him. Wherever he went, it followed him.

No matter what it takes.

It was now or never.

So he did what he thought was best to protect you.

"Peter Parker is dead."

He pretended he was dead.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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hiii what about Peter and reader having a daughter with a really nice abd unique name like “yarely” or “yaritza” (im latine and i barely see fics with latine names)

loved this !!!!

requests are open

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“I was thinking,” you spoke softly. The fresh-born baby girl sleeping in your arms had you in a state of mind. Peter gazed at you lovingly, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

It had been a few hours since the birth, and she was still just as beautiful as she was the first time you saw her. Peter cried. Of course he cried; you cried too. He’d never admit it, but there was no other feeling compared to seeing you and his child together. He knew, just as knew about the stars in the skies, that there would never be a memory as vivid as the ones right now. Because here, in this room with you, you and your’s and his baby— his baby girl, his child— the love of his life and his little one, here in this room together, it completed the picture. Opened a new chapter that he couldn’t wait to write. One he couldn’t wait to reread every single day of his life with you.

“Maybe we could name her Yaritza?”

Peter’s eyes sparkled at your words. You swore you saw his chest stop moving, his lungs stop asking for air. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but when you glanced at his hazel eyes, you saw tears. Tears of happiness, tears of joy. He was crying again. Crying because he’d never heard such a beautiful name. Crying because he knew it fit so well, and it was hers and only hers, and you had given it to her. That was another reason he loved you; you kept on giving.

He nodded enthusiastically, and you awed at him, lip jutting out. He was so pure, so full of love and life.

The two of you confirmed with the nurses what baby Yaritza’s name was, and after letting in a few relatives, Peter was ecstatic to announce what her name was. Every time, he spoke with a smile and a small tear, and the joy grew whenever somebody asked what the name’s meaning was.

And when the day was coming to a close, Peter was seated in a chair beside your hospital bed, Yaritza sleeping in another room as the nurses had required it for the first few nights. He was holding your hand, thumb swiping back and forth across the backside of your hand.

“I love her a lot.”

“I love her too.”

“She’s gonna look just like her mommy.”

“And what do I look like?”

“Amazing. Beautiful. You own your body, your confidence, your name.”

You smiled at him knowingly. “You really like her name, huh?’

“How could I not? She could walk into a crowded room and everyone would remember her. They’d be like ‘who’s that?’” He switched voices. “‘Why, that’s Yaritza, of course!’”

You giggled, kissing his knuckles.

“She’s gonna be just like you, y’know,” you spoke quietly.

Peter gazed down at you softly, grinning. “She’ll be the best of both of us.”

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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Since I'm nice, I'll write a few Andrew! Peter request. if you want you can send them

Please don't send me just a pairing like Peter Parker x black reader or Peter Parker x Latino reader. I can't do anything with that. Give me a little description of what you want

#tasm peter parker #andrew!peter parker #peter parker x reader #Andrew Garfield x reader

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dal3ks · 4 years

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jealousy

pairing: peter parker x female reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a little bit of angst, cursing, slight dom aspects, smuuttt, both characters are of age!

a/n: this was a fic i had posted on my main account @a-dorin, but i am in the process of switching over content so that it is a strictly star wars account! just a disclaimer, i am not plagiarizing or stealing content, as this is my fic!

“(y/n), you will be paired with conan for the lab today. i’m sorry that m.j. is not here today. i’m not quite sure where she’s at,” your chemistry teacher stated, glancing at you.

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, your eyes locked on the paper in front of you.

however, it was not entirely fine. conan, the guy your teacher paired you up with, was your old crush. well, not entirely old. you guys talked at the beginning of the semester, when junior year started, and things went well until conan found another girl, emma. he didn’t tell you about her, either. you found out the hard way, noticing how he nudged his way into her social media posts. it was typical boy behavior, but it hurt your feelings nonetheless.

conan slid into the seat next to you, running a hand through his dark hair. he still was extremely attractive in your eyes. he was a lacrosse player, so he was extremely built. he was tall, with latino roots. his olive complexion paired with his green eyes killed you. his shoulder muscles rippled through the dri-fit shirt he was wearing today.

“hey,” conan’s tone was cool, “you ready for this awesome lab today?”

your eyes met his, “it’s probably not as cool as emma.”

“ouch,” conan muttered, “her and i, we didn’t work out, by the way. she found another guy, i guess.”

“oh,” your tone dripped with fake sympathy, “did you find out the way i did?”

“uh no,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, “actually, i pulled up to her house, and there was another car there.”

“i’m sorry,” you felt a flash of real sympathy. although conan was a dick to you, his situation still sucked.

“well,” you drew in a breath, “let’s get started.”

you and conan began the lab, and you began to warm up to him as time went on. by the end of the lab, he had you giggling and flirting back with him. what you didn’t notice, was your best friend, peter parker, glaring over at conan.

“so,” conan began, “you think you could unblock me on snap? i’d love to catch up sometime.”

heat rushed into your cheeks, “like a date?”

conan nodded, “yeah, like a date. i wanna start over with you, if that’s okay. i know i can’t make up for my past actions, but i would at least like to try to resolve things.”

“um,” you stammered, “i just might take up your offer. i’ll talk to you later. i gotta go to lunch.”

you got up from your chair, searching for ned and peter. you guys all sat together at lunch everyday, as you all were a tight knit group. you found them, and trailed behind them slightly. once you guys were all at your table, you could sense the tension. especially from peter. something was up, as both of them were silent.

“is everything okay?” you cleared your throat.

“is flirting with conan okay?” ned’s tone was laced with sass.

“come on,” you huffed, “we were paired together for a lab, that’s all.”

“he broke your heart,” ned scoffed, “we do not go back to toxic boys. i thought we went over this like a million times. i don’t want to hear it young lady.”

“i heard him ask to unblock you,” peter’s voice was eerily quiet, “are you gonna do it?”

“probably,” you were beginning to grow frustrated with the boys. couldn’t they just let the past go?

“wow,” peter muttered, shoving a carrot into some ranch.

“what is the big deal?” you raised a brow, “it’s just as friends.”

“that’s not what his eyes said,” ned rolled his eyes, “c’mon, you can stay the night tonight with peter and i at his place. we’ll supervise you to make sure you don’t add that toxic ass dude back. we just don’t want your feelings to get hurt again, that’s all. conan hurt you really bad last time. we’d just hate to see that happen to you because we’re your best friends. i hope you know where we’re coming from.”

you sighed, realizing that ned was right. typically, people never changed their behavior, but conan seemed sincere. maybe you would unblock him, but not initiate any conversation, “okay, i’ll come over tonight. is there anything you want me to bring?”

ned shook his head, “nah, everything is on me. we’ll just order a pizza or two and watch movies all night.”

******

you entered peter’s apartment, blanket in one hand, snacks in the other. although ned told you not to bring anything, you still felt bad for pissing off the boys. you figured some of their favorite snacks would help clear the air.

it was about midnight when you arrived at the apartment. you had to cover a shift at work, then buy the snacks at a convenient store. so, you were a little later than expected. ned was already knocked out on the couch, but peter was still awake and alert, watching whatever was on the t.v. an empty pizza box was on the coffee table, but you figured there were some leftovers in the fridge.

“hey,” your voice was quiet, as you were careful to not disturb ned, “sorry i’m late.”

“it’s okay,” peter’s eyes brightened when he saw you, “i was getting a little worried.”

“i’m okay,” you giggled, “i didn’t know spider-man got worried.”

peter hopped up from the couch, “hey, can we talk?”

you set your snacks down on the coffee table, slightly alarmed, “um, yeah.”

“we can talk in my room,” peter motioned his head towards his room.

you followed him to his room in the dark, holding onto his shirt. you felt anxiety bundling up in your nerves. what was there to talk about? you thought everything about conan was discussed at lunch. once you were in his room, peter turned on a lamp, illuminating the room with a dim light.

you felt peter’s lip meet yours, kissing you eagerly. he pulled back, “i’m sorry, i probably just fucked everything up between us.”

you shook your head, “i guess i’m just a little shocked.”

the truth was that you were in love with peter. even though you were best friends for years, you had been in love with him since your freshman year. conan was an attempt to move on, as you believed that peter liked m.j. you figured that wasn’t the case anymore.

“is it?” peter’s voice was soft, “i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. i thought it was obvious.”

“is that why you were jealous when conan was flirting with me today?” you inquired.

“maybe a lot,” he murmured, “i just want to have you to myself. i don’t like sharing.”

you blushed at his words and how smooth they sounded, “well i’m not yours yet.”

“you can be,” peter’s lips brushed against yours.

“make me then,” you stated, surprised at your bold words.

peter began to kiss you hungrily, his fingertips brushing the small of your back. as the kissing became more intense, his hands dipped under the fabric of your hoodie, his hands trailing up and down your back. gently, he lead you to his bed, where you laid down. he got on top of you, careful not to hit his head on the frame of his bunk bed.

“be careful,” you giggled.

“it just forces me to be closer to you,” he smirked.

he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. your fingers laced into his curls, tugging slightly as he began to suck on your collarbone.

“please don’t leave a hickey,” you warned. if your parents saw you come home with it, you’d be dead.

“too late,” he chuckled, “can i take your hoodie off?”

you nodded, and his hands carefully unzipped the hoodie, taking it off of you. his eyes immediately met with your chest, and a hand squeezed one while his mouth met with the other. a moan escaped from your mouth, and his hand covered your mouth.

“we can’t wake up ned, princess,” he ordered, his command in a hushed tone, “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you felt yourself almost come undone over his words. it was your first time someone made you feel this way. surely this wasn’t peter’s first time with a girl. he was just so confident with everything.

“is this your first time with a guy?” peter’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

you nodded, slightly embarrassed, “yeah.”

he tilted your chin, so that your eyes met his, “don’t be embarrassed. just relax, and let me do all of the work, princess. whenever you want me to stop, tell me. i’ll tell you what to do. and don’t worry about ned, he’s out for a long time. we won’t get caught.”

“okay,” you responded, eager for peter’s next move.

his fingertips traced the waistband of your leggings, “can i take these off?”

“yes,” you answered, sitting up slightly so that he could easily take them off.

his hands trailed down your legs, his eyes hungrily taking everything in, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

gently, his lips brushed against your thighs, and you suppressed a moan. a hand slipped into your thong, his thumb pressing against your clit. once he felt how wet you were, his face reddened slightly. peter began to suck on a breast, his thumb remaining on your clit. his eyes met yours, and you knew you were going to cum soon.

his tongue trailed over your nipple, and he slowly inserted fingers inside of you, “is this okay?”

“yes,” you moaned, “god it feels so good.”

“i told you i want to make you feel good, princess,” he murmured, kissing you gently, “are you going to cum for me soon?”

his fingers picked up their pace, pumping inside and out of you, while his thumb remained on your clit, the pressure intensifying. his mouth left sloppy kisses all over your breasts, his teeth slightly tugging on your nipples.

“peter,” you groaned, “i’m gonna-”

“then do it princess,” he commanded, “cum for me.”

you pressed your lips against his as you came, your thighs trembling. his fingers slowed, and he pulled them out of your thong. you felt embarrassed as your realized how wet everything was now. it was all over his hand, your thong, and on the sheets.

“don’t worry about it,” peter’s tone was gentle, “i loved it. i’ll grab some new sheets, and grab your bag from the den.”

“can we cuddle after we’re done cleaning up?” you figured it was close to one now, and you were exhausted.

“of course,” peter gave you a quick kiss.

he came back moments later with your bag. you got dressed while he changed the sheets. once he was done, he scooped you in his arms, bringing you close to his body.

“i love you,” he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“i love you too,” you kissed him, “and i mean it.”

“good,” peter beamed, “conan is in for a surprise then, huh?”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #spider-man #spider-man x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman x reader #mcu #mcu imagine

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doodles-arts · 6 years

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The Chase

Peter Parker x !hispanic!Reader

Summary: peter tried to avoid you ever since he went to Germany and had the stark internship. Though after knowing him for so long you can tell he’s hiding something. So you take action.

Warnings: curses. Fluff??

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You were following peter, your best friend since his aunt and your mother met. Your mother was a married (whatever latino/hispanic country your from), and she was beautiful, independent and very cultural. Meaning you spoke Spanish and knew almost everything there needed to be known about Dominican Republic. You had no problem loving every little bit of mixed Dominican in you! You were a gem all thanks to your mother teaching you self love. And you knew a good person when you saw one. And Aunt May’s cheerful energy was very welcomed in to your mother’s home, and so Peter and you were introduced and became pretty good buddies.

Back to the present however, where you followed peter to an alley and blushed when you saw him rip off his sweater and shirt combo. And pulled his pants off and stuffed them in a bag. But what took you by surprise and was the last thing on your mind was that he had pulled out a strange device that he attached to his chest. And suddenly he had on this skin tight red and blue suit.

The suit reminded you of.. well...

SPIDER MAN.

Your head was frozen, you were so confused that you were stuck in place. And to throw any doubt in the wind he shot some white string, you assumed was webs, in to the sky and basically flew away. So high that your head followed him up, up, up, and up into the sky, that you fell backwards.

You thought peter had some secret girlfriend or was secretly gay and was meeting someone and was to scared to tell you. He had been almost... avoiding you lately. He always had a hard time trying hang out with you as you got older and turned into a fine beautiful young women. And he stopped for a great while after his uncle. You stayed close however, there for him the minute he’d reach out. But this time, he was actually trying to avoid you. It was just to easy to see past him sometimes. So you knew you had to investigate. His excuse to not hang out this Saturday was too fishy.

But this was by far the craziest thing you’d suspect from him. And what makes it worse is that he’s always in some kind of trouble, well, technically Spider-Man is always in some type of trouble. Peter can’t get hurt, he just can’t! You could never imagine your sweet, charismatic, smart, diary and best friend Peter getting hurt.

You had to follow him, running and jogging in Queens, trying to keep up with the famous masked superhero. It was a Saturday afternoon in the fall and you had been following peter since he left his building. Trying to find out why he was always so busy. You knew the Stark internship wasn’t this much of a handful, something in your gut told you something was up, and you were right.

You were wearing adidas leggings and Nike tanjuns, and a Calvin sweater, on top of it a denim jacket. Your hair was pulled (up/back) to keep out of your face. To lots of people, you looked like a normal person jogging, but you were practically dying out of breath, following your best friend and masked hero. You almost lost him twice, and we’re so confused as to where exactly he was going, and when he finally came to a stop it was an abandoned building’s parking space. You thought your throat was on fire, feeling like you’d start wheezing soon.

‘God damnit he’s fast’ you thought. But it wasn’t all abandoned, seeing as there was two cars and a few people around the said cars, but you hid around the corner as quickly as possible. So they wouldn’t see you, but you knew they were doing something very illegal. It wasn’t exactly a gut feeling or anything, more like, they were quite literally talking about bombs and high-powered weapons. You could hear exactly when peter jumped to stop them after a while of them just talking and sorting things into bags. It seemed to go in Peters favor for a few minutes, all of the grunting and thuds, his cheesy good guy comebacks. You had to stop the out breath snort with a gasp when you heard it, a gunshot. Your heart quite literally stopped before thumping like mad.

Your attention was brought to you when a car zoomed to a stop in front of the parking entrance. You were extremely shocked when peter- er Spider-Man jumped on top of the car and then slip to the side for cover. He rushed inside and from your angle, you knew he was still on the wrong side of the car. And that’s when you noticed, there was no one else in the car and remembered Peter didn’t even have a permit yet. He didn’t really have the money for a car not to mention the insurance and didn’t really have time for it, but you had your permit at 16 and had lots of practice. With family parties and being the sober driver.

The shots became less persistent, but then there were footsteps, probably coming and in a crazy instant, an unknown instinct kicked inside of you.

You ran as quickly as possible and opened the door and slammed it shut, and than the shots kept going at the car. It seemed to be bulletproof. “Wao, que nítido”, staring at all the cool and modern buttons on the car.

Maybe peter put his mask on when he saw you open the car door or he did it when you started hijacking the car, you weren’t sure. But he was fumbling with the mask when you gave him a glance. He spoke to you in a deep voice, “ma’am what are you doing, this is highly dangerous”. You rolled your eyes. The Irony was playing games with you in this car.

The car finally turned on, and it was very modern; scratch that, extremely modern. Peter managed to squeak out, “when did you learn how to hijack a car!!” He noticed his own change of voice and coughed.

“Shut it” you growled, you put it in reverse and drove, making a deep U turn and drove off. “Ma’am how long were you there? Are you injured?” You breathed hard through your nose and growled him

An answer.

“No more questions before I slam your forehead on the airbag board”. He was instantly quiet, cause he knew you could be true to your word. Even if you didn’t do anything as harshly as you said.

After a while of driving to nowhere in silence, you slammed on the accelerator. But he knew the bullets were going to come, feeling it come with his spidey sense. You served side to side, seeing as there was no one else on the road except one or two cars.

“PETER! What do we do?” You screamed extremely scared of the situation and trying not to panic and lose your composure. You were usually the level-headed one in situations, but that didn’t mean you’d been in situations like these! Peter had froze when you said his name, and he could feel a cold sweat coming down his back.

He knew he was being followed, he had felt it but he had been to focus on the bomb and weapons exchange. And now he didn’t know how to talk.

You knew he was spooked, knowing Peter far too well, so you laid a hand on his leg to grab his attention. One hand keeping the car steady, “Please Peter? We need help, we need a plan. where can we go?” The little quick glance of support and admiration you gave him before you had to look back at the road was enough to zap him back to life.

He lived for when you looked at him like that, like he was so funny or so helpful, or you just looked up at him in pure admiration. “Starks tower”. You nodded, you knew how to get to New York City, but you’d needed a GPS to leave this shit hole of a town.

“Then we need a GPS” you suggested, as almost on cue, ‘Gps activated, where’s the destination?’ Peter spoke for you, “Stark towers!”, ‘Setting course to home now’. In the extremely modern car, something clicked in the middle of the radio and the GPS slid out.

You saw that you needed to make another U-turn. And the two cars were right next to you. “Peter put your seatbelt on!” You said at the same time putting yours on. You accelerated just a bit, and so did they, you smirked. Feeling confident much? You let go of the accelerator and stomped and the brakes. You grunted while holding the steering wheel in place. When the car made its stop you turned the wheel as quickly as possible, making the U-turn. The car made very loud screech and probably even left skid marks.

And you made two detours in order to shake them off your tail. It was fairly easy, you just felt really bad for the homeowner of that playground those men broke going after the pair of you. After that, you were on your way to Stark Towers you asked Peter to take his silly mask off. The car did have tinted windows. He explained everything to you, and you just had to smile at his description of Tony, and all the other Avengers when they were in Germany. He was fascinated by them. He also told you about Karen his AI which was the one who brought him the car, in order for him to escape.

You always had a soft spot for Peter, he was really so sweet to you. And you were so fond of him. You were already back in the center of Queens, well, some part of Queens you weren’t completely familiar with. You saw a gasoline station, taking your wallet from Peter and buying gas and snacks for the ride.

It just seemed a good idea, the car had some gas left but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. You thought you were seeing as the two cars were long gone. You got the candy and paid at the counter, some of peters favorite candy too. You pumped the gas into the car and sighed while entering the car. What a day, you were unsure if you were happy or scared for Peter being Spider-Man. It made you happy that he wasn’t hiding anything, or he wasn’t replacing with a new friend. Afraid that you’d be excluded from the group, that some other woman, or man honestly, would claim sweet Peter and take your spot as the responsible one. But it scared you how dangerous his hobby really it was, not taking in the thought that it was a humble act, it was still was very dangerous.

As soon as you put your seat belt on peter tensed up, and you looked at him strangely while turning the car on. “They’re back... drive (Y/N), Drive!” He didn’t have to tell you twice, you drove out of the gasoline station, swerving and looked around to see any cars coming. The car’s tires screeching at your rushed turn. You prayed no police would see you. That was the last person you needed following you. He made sure to warn you about that as well, his ‘spidey-sense’ coming very in handy.

The only two cars you saw were the men after you, and you did the craziest thing yet. You zoomed right past them, cutting in front of them. Forcing them to slam on their brakes, you kept driving until you were on the other side of the road, with Peter was cheering you on. Your tight left turn causing a few honks of people but the men weren’t giving up that easily.

You were racing and it was pretty dangerous and you knew it, but peter’s Spidey sense helpd and he knew right when you had you go fast or slow down. You were about to get to Times Square, and you knew traffic there was dangerously slow. Too many cars in the way to drive like you were. And as much as you made detours and the GPS had to relocate, and as much as you honked, nobody moved and the men were still behind you. A few cars behind, but these men were heartless, no mercy, experience with malice and violence.

“Peter why in God’s name are they still after us?” He chuckled nervously as you scolded him. “Well... I might have taken a very important cellphone from them”. You wanted to die right then and there. Knowing they were after you with good reason, and they wouldn’t show mercy if they caught you. But your heart skipped a beat when you heard them shooting again, you felt so horrible inside knowing someone might get hurt. It was all over your face.

“They’re shooting at the sky, keep going” He reassured you, knowing how you felt, he could read you like a book sometimes, and other times, well, he asked a lot of questions. His hand on your shoulder a pleasant comfort.

You took your chance swerving through a park since all of the people cleared out at the sound of the bullets. The GPS let both you and Peter know you were close to Stark Towers. You smiled in relief and he grinned, that was until another bullet hit the back of the car’s window, and it wasn’t the men that were after you strangely enough. The bullet belonged from an officer standing by and it left a crack at the back window. The car had taken a toll, bulletproof or not.

“I’m sorry I warped you into the chaos (Y/N)-- heh, I just wish I could have beat them, proven myself, that way none of this would have happened”. You smiled, there he was apologizing and being cute, being all nice. Trying your best to focus on the tower that was just in sight, and dodging cars and bullets. Every odd against you guys, both sides on your backs. How convenient, the cops and the bad guys.

“Peter, calm down, it wasn’t your fault, I had followed you, because, well, we weren’t hanging out like we used to, and Peter, well, I deem you a great friend of mine. I didn’t wanna believe you were truly avoiding me because you didn’t want to be friends, but more because you were hiding something”, you grinned at the irony, shooting Peter a quick glance and finding him blushing a little and avoiding your fast glance.

“Guess I wasn’t all wrong-“, at that exact moment, another bullet hit the back of the car window and had shattered half of it. You yelled but held the wheel steady, you made a wrong turn so that you could shake a little distance.

“Peter, can’t you call for help, I don’t know how much longer we’ll be able to-“ something slammed on the roof of the car. Which scared you half to death. You screamed and pressed the brakes hard.

Ironman jumped down in front of the car, looked directly towards you and flew to the men in their cars. The first car slammed on their brakes, and the second swerved around the other and tried to run the man of iron over. Tony in turn slammed his fist on the hood, forcing It to a stop. And the cars behind flew up from the impact. The airbags in the car kept the men inside immobile and Tony turned to the second car. One side being blocked by policemen.

However, the first man in the driver seat wasn’t done, flying open his door and taking cover beside his car. He tried to shoot Tony a bullet but to no avail, his amour too strong, When Tony caught him, he threw him through the air, high up, flying up to catching him midway. Laying the man on his own car hood until the authorities could cuff him.

It almost looked like he was about to faint, Tony slowly walked towards the beaten down car you both were in. Raising a waiting hand to the standing police. First he stopped at your door and than out of no where the doors unlocked and he sat in the back while his suit slowly phased off of him.

You were quite literally mesmerized, turning in your seat while staring at him, the rear view not exactly the best view, he stared right back at you and you weren’t exactly sure if he was pleased or not with your staring. With a straight face not happy with what he was seeing he glanced at Peter. You gulped, looking down and then at Peter and forcing your point of vision to the front of the car. The traffic, clearing up quite nicely because of the police men clearing the streets.

Peter cleared his throat and had put his mask back on when he noticed the crowds coming back out. “Mr. Stark, this is (Y/N), she helped me escape those guys, when I saw I had no amor against the bullets they had I called your car, and I apologize- but I can explain! They- well, they had this weapon exchange a-and I stole thier phone- it’s important- I don’t know what else is in it-“ he was cut off, his ranting not unusual when he got nervous to you.

“I don’t wanna hear it kid- and hi (Y/N)”, you nodded looking at the rear view mirror, a little intimidated, “what you just pulled was very dangerous, and we’ve talked about this before, and still, you don’t listen. I shouldn’t have this conversation twice with you. Next time they won’t miss, next time I won’t be a car ride away.” With that being said Peter didn’t say another word, looking at his lap in shame.

You felt bad, but tony wasn’t exactly wrong. He could have died.... “And kid take your mask off, no one can see you through the tinted glass. It’s weird mentoring you when you have it on”, Peter fumbled on his apology while taking it off. You had the stop the giggle coming up, but you still chuckled. “Hey-uh (Y/N) right? Think you can drive us back to my house, anytime soon..?”

Him calling your attention shut you up real quick, and you nodded while driving without the GPS, listening to his directions instead. Peter was silent the whole ride, maybe thinking of what he did, and maybe that’s why tony rode with you instead of flying back. Perhaps to make peter reflect. And as much as Tony was being rash, he wasn’t wrong either.

At a red light you put one of your hands on Peters, to reassure him, and remind him he isn’t alone. He looked like a kicked puppy after disappointing his mentor. Tony saw the exchange and knew exactly what it meant, he also noticed you and Peter were close. But he didn’t comment on it. Not yet of course, he wanted to know exactly How close you both were.

When you arrived, everyone stepped out of the car, Tony put the car on auto drive in order to drive in to his huge garage and had you both wait in his living room. What for? You had no idea, he wouldn’t say to Peter, not that Peter or you asked. He did take the cell phone from Peter and he gave it to the older man without complaint.

You took this as your chance to Show him a little something you snatched from the car. “You know, even though we sucked pretty bad, you don’t really wanna forget that awesome car chase, do you?” You didn’t look at peter, but you could knew he was looking at you and you knew he felt the same way. “I just so happen to find this in the car~”, you showed him the empty bullet case.

He gasped and smiled, “oh my gosh, this is awesomeeeee!” You giggled, “I knew you’d want something to remember it by!” You scooted closer and smirked at what you offered him, his favorite candy; M&M’s and he smiled at you. Something else you stuffed in your Adidas jacket pocket.

He gave you a tight hug, and your heart went a million beats faster. Loving how he perfectly molded in your arms. Peter was a hugger, and you loved it so much. You hugged him back tightly, you could feel him smile against your shoulder and you found your hand touching his soft wavy hair the other touching the small of his back. When he let go you didn’t want to, but for some reason you knew he wouldn’t mind if you pulled him back in. You just felt it but it was wishful thinking, he smiled at you and opened his M&Ms and shared some with you, and you shared some of your (favorite snack) with him.

Peter knew where the garbage was so he threw it out wrappers for the both of you. “Thanks, for everything, your actually the best for even helping me, don’t tell Ned though” he whispered when he sat next to you again. You couldn’t help but laugh and push his shoulder, he grinned.

He loved your smile, no, he loves your smile. To peter nothing was past tense. You would always be perfect to him, he looked up to you really. He loves your hair, he loves your style, he loves your humor, he loves your advice, he loves your body, as much as he tried not to dwell on it at night... He found you absolutely star striking. And knowing you saved Spider-Man, his alter ego, his better self, just proved you were awesome. Better than any Liz Allan. (Wink wink)

Because you were different, you were you, no, you are you, and you are perfect. Peter always had to correct himself when describing things to himself about you, because you are worth it to him. Because you would always be beautiful and smart and powerful to him.

While mesmerizing you Tony came back in, snapping him back to reality and Tony saw every bit it. He knew it, he saw it, and Peter knew he saw it, he could feel it. “Look kid, I’m not gonna repeat myself over and over again. So I’m gonna compromise with you, it’s very simple, so it should be very easy. Next time something this big happens, I just want you to record this kinda stuff, and me and Shield will take care of it. Understand?” Peter stood up in a heap, not exactly okay with the request it seemed

“What? So-so I just stay in the sidelines, I won’t be helping anybody! I’ll just be some spy!” You felt for peter, and you wanted to support him in everything, but you also wanted to keep him safe. And you felt unloyal for wanting to side with Tony, you kept your mouth shut however.

Tony gave him a stare that said, ‘that was enough’. “You will be helping people, you’ll be the eyes and ears, for someone who will prevent you from getting hurt. It’s that or nothing kid, I need you understand that your too young for this stuff, you need more experience with less dangerous stuff. Maybe like, oh, I don’t know, not people who have their hands on high power guns, and could kill you. It’s that or nothing.” The cocky shrug he gave kinda ticked you off. Like he wasn’t just mentoring Peter, like he were acting like peter was just a charity case.

Peter sat down in defeat looking at the mask in his hands. You looked at Tony, practically begging him to give Peter a bright side. He signed and walked over to Peter, “you’ve got a lot of heart and your gonna go far cause of it but right now I’ve got to be firm with you so you stop and look at your mistakes. So you have time to learn from them. I’m trying to protect you. Trust me kid”, he said while patting his shoulder.

When Tony walked out, Peter laidback on the couch, frowning, and so did you while facing him so you could make him feel better, showing as much support as possible. He frowned harder, and laid his head on your shoulder, you had to hold yourself back from holding him and cradling him on your lap and instead you shifted so he could lay on your chest, and he didn’t seem to mind.

You wrapped an arm around his back feeling a little brave and the other combed his hair which you were quite addicted too. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong anymore, why is there always something against my favor”. You listened to his sad sap, it was foolish, he didn’t need to prove to Tony, he just had to listen to him. But you massaged his scalp and almost awed when he leaned towards you hand, and thought for a response.

“Maybe the problem isn’t that you can do it, but that your not doing right. Maybe your fighting with too much of your heart and not enough of your head. Maybe you think to much on how you have to stop something, and you don’t think hard enough about how you’ll actually stop that ‘something’. Maybe you don’t listen enough, maybe you don’t watch enough?”

He looked up at you with a puppy pout that almost broke your heart because he looked broken. “It’s just- your right and I” he started and couldn’t continue. He just hid his Face in between your chest, you knew he had done it innocently, and didn’t accuse him. You let your flushed face and mind cool down before talking to him. Your heart thumping furiously, and praying he wouldn’t notice.

You lifted his face up, and you could tell he was fighting back tears. You wanted to just- to just...

You tipped his chin up towards you and kissed his tears away that were pooling at the corners of his eyes. His face went up in flames, and you hugged him, because you were a little embarrassed at the moment, hiding your own face from his. Looking up at the sky and thanking whoever was listening for creating this perfect man. “Your still awesome, and your just gonna get even better now. You’ll show Tony that you are learning. And he’ll see it too. I believe in you Peter” you whispered in his ear.

The door squeaked and the both of you jumped and scrambled back to your original spots on the couch. It was a chubby looking guy, and he didn’t look exactly innocent, a small smirk on his face. “Tony would like to bring the both of you home, seeing as your parents or guardians might want you there by now.”

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Tony was very pleased at knowing two things. About you and peter.

1. You were so into him, and admired Peter

2. You couldn’t keep your hands off him.

Niw the two things about Peter he had noticed didn’t quite surprise him as much as they should have.

1. Peter was a soft boy, and was more innocent than he thought.

2. The kid was a natural, he was just want any teenage female could ask in a guy.

All in all, Tony thought you guys made a very cute couple. And we’ll he couldn’t help but show Happy the clip of the both of you. You were both the literal embodiment on innocent young love. And of course Tony had to keep it PG, so he sent Happy to separate you too. Of course Bruce questioned him, but Peter and yours reaction was priceless.

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Very cliché and rushed Ik

But I hope it was fluffy and cute.

There will be a second part ‘teaser’ more like a Drabble, and a 3rd part.

I think that will be the final one.

And Tony! Stalker much!!?

Part two:

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