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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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LATE NIGHT TALKIN- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dads Best Friend! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: After your father catches you rebelling again, he sends you to the only place he knows left... his best friends house- Peter Parker. Hoping he’ll be a good influence, he leaves you there for the summer. Little does he know, Parker splits a blunt with you, and some “late night talking” becomes a little more than just talk.

Warnings: SMUT, extreme daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), teasing, pet names, breeding kink, size kink (peter is like 6′5) praise kink, degradation kink, cum play/ feeding, finger sucking, masturbation, mentions of masturbation, teasing, weed used, booze mentioned, confessions, plug mentioned, over stim, mentions of y/ns cheating asshole ex bf

Notes: “ we’ve been doin all this late night talkin, bout anything you want until the morning- now you’re in my life.. i cant get you off my mind.”- harry styles, late night talking

You should have been pissed.

Furious, actually.

You should have been bursting at the seams, throwing fits of wailing and yelling like those teenage girls did in the early 2000s movies, with the hair pulling and the pillow screaming.

But you weren't.

You were calm, and collected taking in your father's words as he pounded his fist down on the marble countertop, huffing about you disappointing your mother again.

They forgot that you were of age. That you could go out and drink, and smoke, and do anything your heart desired.

Despite reminding your parents of this, time and time again- they refused to listen. It was their rules if you were under their roof, even if it was just for a few months.

Which meant, no sneaking up to your room with your best friend from middle school, plastered and puking all over the bathroom tiles. From the countless eye rolls, head shakes and dirty looks, you could tell they were pissed.

In your defence, you had cleaned it up. Nonetheless, they sat you down in the kitchen again, your mother's tears in the corner and your dad's yelling about how you were no longer “his little girl” reverberating off the walls, straight to your throbbing headache.

You had sat, and stared as he whipped out his phone, barging off into the other room to make a call. That call had changed your summer. You had tried to tune out your father's voice to the best of your ability, and had mainly succeeded. Until the words “ I’m sending you to Parkers to clean you up” had left his lips.

That- you could not ignore.

Those words had led you to where you currently resided, sprawled out on the queen-sized bed in the guest bedroom of your father's best friend, Peter Parker. You felt like a child being scolded as you shuffled inside his front door, your dad's firm tone following you up the stairs as you tossed your bags on the bed.

It had been hours since your last encounter with anyone, as you were too embarrassed to leave your quaint little room. It didn't help you had a massive crush on the man, Peter's good looks and simple gentleman charm lingering in your heart for years now. You got flustered whenever you were in a room with him, whether that was when he’d come over for family barbeques, or he was watching football with your father on the couch, the little boyish grin and wave he’d toss your way made your thighs clench together tightly.

And now that you were in a house with him, his house- for months?! You simply thought you’d perish, your bones melting into butter as you’d mesh into a puddle on the floor of lovesick hornieness. The feelings he gave you made you feel like you were a kid again, and you loved and hated him for it.

Not that he was aware of it, of course.

He was polite when you entered his home, showing you where the towels and soap were, allowing you to help yourself to any food or drinks whenever you wanted. After that, he had left you alone in your thoughts. He understood you needed time, through that silent look the two of you had shared when your dad was rambling on about how he desperately needed Peter's help to help shape you up again.

Like you were some form of clay, meant to be molded and toyed with.

Peter had kept his lips shut firmly, and hadn't said anything about your recent activities that had you wound up in this mess in the first place. You adored that he knew exactly what you needed, but at the same time- you despised it.

You hated how easy it was to fall for him, hated how much you loved him because he simply was what you craved.

It was wrong, these feelings you had about the handsome, very single (you had confirmed many times, and had checked his fingers for rings every time you saw him) man in house 245 but honestly, it was becoming harder and harder to care.

You sighed, hauling yourself out of the mess of soft sheets, getting bored of counting the sunrays that bounced off the vanity mirror and onto the ceiling. They no longer were there, the moon taking over its place instead.

Stretching, you slid out of the bed, kicking your now empty bags in the corner of the room as you made your way over to the little window. You unlocked it with a click, sliding it up to allow the fresh, spring breeze to waft through the room, blowing the curtains and ruffling your hair. Ciaides sang as you looked out at the long twisted driveway, staring at the willow trees that adorned it.

Suddenly, the smell of fresh cut grass had changed, you noticed- sniffing like a hound dog.

You knew that smell anywhere.

It was no longer fresh cut grass, but grass grass.

Your gaze flickered down to where Peter sat on the front porch steps, freshly rolled blunt now lit from between his fingers, the smoke trailing up to your window. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as you took him in, chocolate brown hair now messy as his baseball cap was sitting beside him, the tight-fitting tee making his large muscles bulge.

And the sweatpants… sweet jesus.

He had caught you staring, a smile on his face as he peered up at you, waving you over with a wave. Me? You mouthed, confused beyond belief. Peter, the man who was supposed to follow your father's commands to a tee, was inviting you down with him, with weed? Who else? he mouthed back, making you smile and shake your head.

You turned and ran as fast as your legs could carry you down the steps and out the front door, the breeze making you shiver. Or maybe it was the close proximity between the two of you, his back within a few strides reach.

You couldn't tell.

“Hiya pumpkin.” his husky voice called out, followed by a breath of smoke. “Hi Mr. Parker.” you said hesitantly, making your way over to where he patted on the steps beside him.

“I’ve told ya pumpkin, call me Peter. Please.” he smiled as you sat next to him, wrapping the oversized cardigan closer to your body. “Okay um- Peter, why’d you ask me down here?” you asked, confused as he turned to face you.

The blunt was facing you, urging you to take it from his large fingers and take a drawl. “Wanna hit? Don’t wanna smoke alone.” You inhaled sharply, furrowing your eyebrows. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me ‘clean up my act’?”

Peter smiled, turning his head one way, then the other. “I don't see him out here, do you? Cmon pumpkin, I insist.” You shrugged, taking the joint from his fingers, taking an inhale.

“There you go, that's a good girl. That wasn't so bad now was it?” he purred, making you squeak like a mouse as you exhaled, near coughing. The praise made your thighs clench, and your heartbeat race.

“What about my father?” He shrugged, taking the blunt back from you. “It can be our little secret pumpkin. One just for the two of us.” he exhaled, the smoke wrapping and curling up around your cheeks, making you giggle.

Soon, the blunt was nearing its end and you had found your head in his lap, looking up at him with admiration. You took the last drawl, his fingers placing it between your parted lips as you inhaled, the smoke filling you to the brim. Your body was light and fuzzy, bones turned to jello as the weed coursed through your bloodstream, clouding your judgement.

“You’re so pretty Peter.” you giggled, hands reaching up to stroke the stumble that was littered across his cheek, feeling his flushed cheeks. “Mmm am I pumpkin?” his red eyes narrowed, dimples forming as he grinned. “S’pretty. The prettiest- even.” You snapped your lips shut, realising what you had just said.

You tended to talk, and talk when you were high, the guards that protected the gates between your thoughts and your vocal cords had left post, the gates left wide open. There was no filter. None.

“Such a silly lil girl...” he cooed, hand coming down to stroke your hair. You leaned into his touch, purring like a kitten with yarn as he played with your hair, fingers brushing your flushed cheek ever so often.

You felt like you were on cloud nine, floating between the clouds. Your body was simply jello, little fireworks exploding in your core as he coddled you. “Can I ask you something? Since ya know, we’re doin whatever this is.”

You laughed. “What- sharing is caring? Shoot Parker.” you teased, giggling as he pinched your heated cheek between his fingers. “I saw those gears turning in that pretty head of yours when you came in today pumpkin. Is there something else going on, besides this?” he asked softly, drumming his fingers on your scalp.

You gulped.

Peter could sense your uncertainty, watching the way you knawed on your lower lip as you struggled to find a response. “You don’t have to tell me pumpkin-”

“No, no! It’s just… no ones really noticed. Or asked, I guess.” you answered, fully truthful. No one had ever really asked you what was wrong, or had even bothered to mention it. It felt… weird. But in a good way.

Peter nodded, as if to say, take your time. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. “I’ve had a bad few months, and it might be selfish of me to say but, I feel like I’m not valid. My now ex-boyfriend cheated on me and broke my heart, school is stressing me out beyond belief, and my dad hasn't given me the time of day. He hasn’t in... years. I guess that's why I act out sometimes, cause I want his attention. I don't even care if it's good attention, or if he's yelling at this point… just.. something.” you confessed, fighting the urge to burrow your head in his chest, hiding away from the look of sorrow on Peter's face that held you close.

There. It was out in the open, floating among the million, trillion other atoms in the universe. Just there, his for the taking.

“ I’m sorry you've had a rough couple of months pumpkin, you don't deserve that. Not at all, you’re too precious for this world.” he whispered, his words making heat pool to your core. “School is school. I’m always here to help if you need it, don’t feel like you’re ever a bother. And your dad well…” he sighed, shaking his head with a laugh.

“God love em, but sometimes… he doesn't get it. And I know he can be hard on you, but it's not fair to you pumpkin. He hasn't been giving you the sweet attention that you deserve, has he sweetheart? You deserve so much more.”

You nodded, hypnotised by every word that left his mouth. You wished he’d talk for hours. Days, even. You never wanted him to stop, his voice oozing with a sweetness like the sweet cherry blossoms in your backyard, so soft and calming. Reassuring.

“You’re not selfish. You’re malnourished of love, pumpkin. And you’re ex-boyfriend?! He’s a dick. He didn't deserve a sweet lil thing like you, he's a stupid college boy who only thinks with his cock.” You laughed at his words, realising the truth behind them.

“Ya know he forced me to give him head, but never returned the favour?” Peter's eyes nearly popped out like a cartoon characters, his mouth hung wide open in astonishment. “What?!” he barked out, his hands sliding up to rub his face.

“You spent time worrying about a guy who wouldn't even go down on you? Did he even make you cum?!” he shook his head in bewilderment. You knew probably was an inappropriate conversation to be having with a man your father's age, but the gates were down. The guards had left post for the time being, the weed taking their place.

“Nopeee! Said it was gross.” you snorted, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you turned your head to look up at the night sky, the stars shining above the two of you through the hazy clouds. You felt as if you could reach up and touch them, like you could lick the shimmer off their frail bodies.

“Jesus pumpkin, you gotta get your priorities straight. Fuckin love eatin pussy.” he smiled, the confession making your head light and fuzzy.

More fuzzy than the drugs. Which was saying quite a lot.

“Mmm we should eat then.” you hinted, hand reaching up towards the sky. “Eat pussy?!” he laughed, fingers intertwining with yours as he brought your hand over your head, across his other knee.

“Yes! I mean n-no. No, we should probably eat something. Like a wholeeee bunch of stuff. You know they have places with food all around the world, all in one place?!”

“Like a buffet?” he snorted, watching as you sat upwards, gripping your head as the world tilted and turned from under you. “Yup! They got food I think.” you rambled, stumbling slightly as you stood up on the wooden step, thankful for Peter's large hand that slid back into yours to guide you back towards the door.

“Well I don’t have a buffet in my house but I have blueberries. Will that work for you sweetheart?” You nodded, following the man as he slipped inside, making his way down the hall to the kitchen.

You liked Peter like this. You liked Peter all the time, but you had never really seen him so… relaxed. He always seemed a bit uptight with your dad, always quiet and gentle whenever the rest of the guys would get rowdy.

He was so easy to talk to, and fun. He made you feel valid, and wanted. Something you didn't realised you needed, until he blatantly pointed it out to you.

The kitchen soon appeared, the dim yellow light still left on as the dishes sat drying on the rack. The image made you smile, the thoughts of him whistling a tune while drying the plates and spoons with that little white tea towel making your heart jump three sizes larger.

Yes, Peter was fun and carefree, like a teenager finding his wings to fly for the first time, but there was another part of him. The wise side, where he’d wash the dishes and give advice, when he’d read the newspaper with his morning coffee and had the urge to take care of you.

To shelter you, in a way. You loved both sides of him. And now… after the conversation that had just taken place, you weren't so sure if you hated how easy it was to love him.

You loved it, you loved him, you loved everything everyone else in your life couldn't be.

“Catch.” he called, that being the only warning before a blueberry was tossed up in the air from the woven basket, landing on your tongue. The juices soaked your tongue, and you swallowed the fresh fruit was a moan.

“S’good.” you smiled, trailing over towards the couch, where you jumped down with a plop. “We should play a game.” you declared, stealing another berry from him as he sat down on the soft cushions next to you, placing the basket on the coffee table in front of the two of you.

“A game hmm? Like what pumpkin?” he asked, popping the fruit between his pearly whites with a wink. “Two truths n a lie. If we guess the two truths, we get blueberries.” you giggled, lying back against the cozy armrest to face him.

The sight of him so relaxed, his head lolled against the back cushions, a boyish grin on his face as he took in your body made you giddy, your toes curling in your socks. You hated manspreading, you really did. But the way his hands were resting on his thighs, the way those damn sweatpants left so little to the imagination…

“Who goes first?” he whispered, voice seeming to drop an octave as his red eyes slid over your body, resting on your bare thighs that your hiked-up shorts had now displayed.

“You. Cause I make the rules.” you drawled, the wetness in your panties becoming near unbearable. You felt exposed as he raked you over, as if he could see right through your skippy shorts, directly to the throbbing of your clit.

Clenching your fingers into fists, you physically detained yourself from touching yourself, or Peter. He smiled, a cheshire cats look flashed across his face.

Mischievous.

“Whatever you say pumpkin. Hmmm lets see…” he rasped, hand coming over to rest on your leg, the back of his knuckle stroking your skin at a teasing pace.

“Every single day, I think of how amazing you’d taste on my tongue. So sweet, so divine. Like those raspberry tarts you’d always make me in the summer. And the sounds you’d make.. whining, just begging under me..”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the air suddenly becoming too hot to breathe. Surely you were imagining things.. right? Peter chuckled at the frozen expression you made, could hear the way your heart pounded widely under your ribcage.

Anyone could.

It was thumbing so loudly you surly thought it’d pound out of your chest, and take an evening stroll.

“But I’m getting ahead of myself pumpkin, my apologies. Number two… is that I think of all the ways I could stuff you full of my cum. Watch it ooze out of your abused hole, and scoop it back in with my fingers. Where it belongs. Or I could cum inside that pretty little ass of yours, just begging to be full. You’d like a plug, wouldn't you honey?” he cooed, watching the way you shimmed against the couch, wrapping your ankles around one another.

It was agony. And he knew this.

“Number three is that I’ve never ever jerked myself off to the thought of you sweetheart. Take your pick.” he smiled, pinching your skin playfully as you squeaked.

“N-number three is the lie..” you whispered, voice near cracking as you felt his hand inch up towards your thighs. “Aren’t you a smart lil girl? Open up.” he teased, placing a blueberry between his fingers, setting it down on your outstretched tongue which you had so obediently placed out with him without hesitation.

“Good girl sweetheart. Your turn!” he smiled innocently, as if he hadn't just confessed the dirty thoughts that had been running through that beautiful head of his. You were at a loss for words, truly. “Peter I-”

“Oh don’t get shy now honey, you wanted to play did you not? So play the game. I can smell you, so there's no point in acting innocent.”

There was no way of getting out of this. And truth be told, you were happy about that. You were beyond pleased to be wrapped in this mans web, him being the spider and you the fly.

“U-um, I think of you when I touch myself-”

“Show me.”

It wasn't him asking, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. His tone was laced with authority, puplis blown wide as he turned to fully face you. “W-what?”

“Show me pumpkin. Make your daddy proud.” he cooed, hands slipping to rest between your bent legs, spreading them ever so slightly, hands chill against the fire burning from under your skin “But that wasn't the rules!” you gasped, choking on a moan as he neared your clothed core, near centimeters from discovering the juices that lingered there. “Daddy?”

“I thought I asked you to not act innocent pumpkin? Don't you remember that summer pool party your mother held last summer? When you went inside, to get a ‘few drinks’?”

The memories of that warm summer's day hit you like a freight train, thoughts flooding in like a river overflown. Peter had looked so delicious, his muscles rippling with each stroke he swam in the water, the water dripping down from his hair, down his biceps and abs chiselled so perfectly you swore the gods had carved them by hand.

It was too much.

The summer heat wasn't the only thing making you flustered, as you had ran up the stairs, bolting to your room before your hand slipped under your bikini bottoms.

“Ohh daddy please!” you had cried into your pillow, attempting to muffle the sounds of your heavy breathing as you came around your digits. You were too lost in headspace and far too needy to realise that the door had not been firmly shut, Peter's body lingering on the other side.

“Oh.” you breathed, wetting your lips with your tongue as he slid his hands up to tug at your shorts. “You put on such a pretty show for me pumpkin. Took everything in my power not to barge in there, and fuck you right. Fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.” he growled, watching as you shivered from the cool air hitting your exposed cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy baby. Go on, play with her. She deserves it, no?” You nodded, every nerve in your body tingling as you brought your hand down to the place you needed it most.

“Daddy please!” you moaned, fingers strumming your clit, playing it like a harp, rewarding sounds from you that could be placed in an orchastra. Peter's eyes were hungry as they took you in, and you couldn't help but notice his hand palming himself through those damn sweatpants.

“Listen to how wet you are for daddy, pretty girl.” he groaned, watching the way your fingers would pump inside your entrance, the sound of your juices sloshing through the air. You moaned at his words, back arching as you slipped your other hand up to cup your breast, tugging and teasing as you continued to do as Peter asked.

“Want you to fuck me daddy, want you to fill me up-” you gasped, your hips rutting on their own as he cursed. “Fuck angel, eyes on me. Keep your eyes on me, that's a good girl.” he smiled as you forced your eyes back open, to meet his once more.

“You listen so well, you know that pumpkin? You’re such a good little girl, always pleasing me. I don’t even gotta fuck you into submission, you're already a dumb little hole for daddy to use.”

You didn't have time to say a word before your hands were replaced with his tongue, his guiding your legs over each shoulder, hands clenching your thighs hard enough to leave marks. “D-daddy it tingles!” you screamed, the fire in your core turning into molten lava as he licked up your center in one stroke.

“You taste amazing baby, so good to me.” he moaned, wrapping his lips around your quivering bud and sucking. Bucking your hips, you mewled, hands coming down to run through his hair, pushing down on his head. You were overstimulated beyond belief, your legs shaking as he teased, switching his strokes between little kitty licks and long caresses.

“Shh, shh stay down for me baby.” he cooed, hand coming up to press down on your lower core, keeping your hips trapped in place as you squirmed.

Whether it was the weed making your head dizzy, or the pure bliss you were enduring, you felt your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. “Peter I’m cumming I’m-” You had no time for a fair warning before your hips grinded down on his face, juices squirting across his pretty pink cheeks.

“Oh fuck sweetheart.” he moaned, lapping up your cream like a man starved, fingers leaving bruises as he forced you down even though you cried. “Feeding daddy so well pumpkin, I’m so so proud of you.” he cooed gently, your juices staining his chin as he peered up at you from his place between your bruised thighs.

The need to have him, to have him take you overwhelmed your body whole ate you alive, puppet strings causing your hands to run through his silk locks, tugging on them with a groan.

“Need you.” you moaned, any logical thoughts out the window as you took him in, peering up at you lustfully as your head lolled back against the cushions. “Pumpkin I’m too big for you. You’re so little, I haven't had time to prep you yet and-”

“Don't care. D’care- need you. Need you so so badly.” you mumbled incoherently, beginning to whine impatiently as he stroked your quivering thighs.The sensations you felt were too much, too powerful. Peter knew this as finally, he gave in.

“Alright, alright sweet girl. I’ll give you what you need okay? Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, ohgodsye-” you sucked in a gasp as he neared your soaked entrance again, his hard, aching cock now freed from its restraints. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?” he whispered, voice soft and hazy as he positioned himself on top of you.

Dominating you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath with him as he inched closer towards you, wrapping your legs around his middle. “Peter I don’t think I- OH!” the sudden intrusion made you scream, and for good reason.

He was massive. And he wasn't even in fully yet.

“Sorry baby, daddy couldn't help himself.” he groaned, head hanging low to brush your temples together as he seated himself inside you.

“I wanna take it slow with you, cause you’re so little compared to be but god fuck Y/N- you- you make it so difficult.” he hissed through clenched teeth as you stretched around him, little moans and whimpers echoing in his hazy mind as he sheathed himself fully inside you. A bulge was formed at you belly, a little indication that this man was literally up in your guts.

“Y’can go as rough as you want daddy, just want you.” you hiccuped, fully under his spell as his hand came down to press on the bulge, making you moan. “You’re so sweet angel, but its time for me to take care of you… hmm?” he whispered, kissing your temple as he shifted his hips, slightly exited you as he slammed back in, hitting home with a choked moan of your name.

“ S’good. You feel so good- so tight n wet, keepin me warm..” he trailed off, picking up a pace with the snap of his hips as you mindless babbled from under him. His cock reached places you had never known were possible, your g-spot being caressed with every thrust of his hips.

“Ruinin you for those silly little boys at school, aren’t I pumpkin?” he cooed, eyes burning into yours as you furiously nodded. “S’good daddy you’re fucking me so good…” you mewled, fingers digging into his biceps hard enough to leave little crescent moons as he railed you into another century.

“Want me to fill you baby? My dumb lil girl, all you’re good for is breeding huh? Just a hole for her daddy to use.”

You didn't know where the degradation came from, but god you loved it. Your orgasm neared again, and it didn't take long before your toes recurled, scratches at his arms becoming frantic as the heat in your core burned and blazed.

“Daddy I’m gonna-” You clenched around him hard, head thrown back in bliss as you cried out his name, cumming around his cock.

“Such a good girl, such a good good girl…” he trailed off, peppering your neck in kisses as he rode you through your orgasm, his own near approaching.

“Daddy I’m sensitive I’m soosos sensitive-” you mewled as he used you, his hips begging to falter, your words spurring him on even more. “ I know baby, its all gonna be over soon. Being so good to me.” he murmured, the little clench you gave him sending him over the edge.

He groaned out your name, chanting it like a mantra as he filled you to the brim, stuffing you full.

Just as he promised.

His hair tickled your cheeks as his head drooped, his cheeks even more flushed as he murmured soft praises to you. “Makin a mess..” you giggled softly as he smiled, panting as he slowly removed himself from you, his cum spilling out of your abused hole and onto the couch cushions.

“Then it’s a good thing you’ll be cleaning it up, isn't it pumpkin?” he winked, grabbing a blueberry from the basket. With a smirk, he slid a finger across your soaked folds, smile becoming even wider as he heard you groan and saw you squirmed from his actions.

Smearing the cum across the blueberry, he neared it towards your parted lips.

“Blueberry?”

You smiled, opening wide as he placed the blueberry on your tongue, watching as you closed your mouth around his finger, sucking it dry.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Can u do a Peter text or blurb of him taking care of his gf?

So I ended up doing both 😂 hope you enjoy!

Thanks for submitting for my celebration!

Skipped : Peter Parker x Gf!reader

Summary: Peter skips for the first time in order to take care of his gf

Warnings: periods I guess, otherwise just Peter being unbelievably precious

Peter adjusts the bags in his arms so he can knock softly.

The door flies open within seconds and y/n blushes as she throws herself against Peter’s chest.

Peter chuckles softly, the sound warming y/N’s heart as she tangles her arms around his waist.

“Hey beautiful” Peter smiles, leaning down to kiss her head as it rests on his chest.

“Hi” y/n whispers, yawning right after.

Peter frowns and steps back, using his free hand to grab one of her’s and drag her into the living room.

“Next time please let me know when you can’t sleep” Peter pleads, guiding her to the couch.

“It was late” she shrugs.

Peter squints at her and shakes his head before setting the bags on the coffee table.

“I don’t care what time it is, if you want or need me, or help, please tell me” Peter says, grabbing out the bottle of over-the-counter medicine.

“Okay Pete” y/n says softly.

“Take these” Peter says, passing her a bottle of water and one dose of medicine.

Y/n smiles sweetly at him and tenderly takes the items from his hand.

“I have your favorite snacks, are you hungry or do you want to wait until after your nap?” He asks, showing her the contents of the bag.

Y/n quickly grabs y/f/s from the bag and holds it to her.

Peter laughs and reaches into the other bag, “I read this night help”.

Peter pulls out a heating pad and opens the box to plug it in.

“You didn’t need to do all of this” y/n coos, reaching for his hand.

“I know, now why don’t you get into some more comfortable clothes?” Peter smiles, stroking her hand.

Y/n nods and excuses herself to change.

When she returns, Peter has set up the couch with extra pillows and blankets, the heating pad flashing that it��s ready for use, and the snacks spread out on the coffee table while y/f/m is paused on the tv screen.

Y/N’s eyes water at how sweet her boyfriend is as she slowly re-enters the room.

“Hey! So- are you okay?” Peter asks, abruptly rushing to her.

Y/n stifles a laugh as he nearly trips over the leg of the couch in his rush.

“I’m o-okay, you’re just too good for me” y/n mumbles, sniffling.

She realizes she is being dramatic but the combination of her hormones and her insanely remarkable boyfriend has destroyed her ability to regulate her emotions.

To be fair, the lack of sleep probably didn’t help either.

“No, no, no. None of that” Peter shushes, wiping her tears, “you have that backwards my dear”.

Y/n shakes her head stubbornly making Peter laugh, “mm yes, now come on”.

Peter leads her to the couch, pausing as he prepares to sit and pull her to him.

“A-are you wearing my clothes?” Peter asks, noticing the I survived my trip to NYC shirt she had on over a pair of his sweats.

Y/n blushes and nods, “is that okay?”

Peter bites his lip and nods fervently, “ab-absolutely. You look great”.

Y/n grins and pulls him down so he is sitting at the corner of the couch and she is curled into his lap.

Peter wraps his arms around her so she doesn’t fall, placing the heating pad over her stomach.

“Peter?” Y/n asks softly as he presses play.

“Yes lovely?” Peter responds, his chin resting on her shoulder as she leans into him more.

“Have you ever intentionally skipped class before?” Y/n questions, her eyes on the tv screen.

Peter pauses for a moment in embarrassment, “no”.

“And you chose to today, on a test day of all days for me?” She asks, looking up at him.

Peter’s face is a vibrant red but he nods, “I’d do anything for you “.

Y/n grins and kisses his cheek, “thank you. I’d do anything for you my spider lord”.

Peter groans but the smile on his face causes his dimples to accentuate still, “oh no, not that”.

“You don’t want to be my spider lord?” Y/n teases, a large yawn marking the end of her question.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, now sleep” Peter laughs, stroking her hair in a calming matter.

It isn’t too long before y/n falls asleep, her limbs tangled with Peter’s.

Peter shakes his head as he grins down at y/n, wondering how he got so lucky and if there was anything else he should do for her.

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sxrensxngwrites · 2 years

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“two of a kind” chapter eight- mcu!peter parker x strange’s apprentice

chapter synopsis: “wednesday is a sorcerer first and a student second. doctor strange and wong have a discussion.”

tags: this fic is G-rated no worries, best friend to lovers for peter and MC, slow burn, Strange and Wong are like dads to MC, lowkey dysfunctional family dynamics, training montage? ig?

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enchantark · 2 years

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Peter Parker x Reader: Time Starts Again

A/n: It's hard to find any Andrew Garfield Spiderman fics so I thought I'd make my own! CONTAINS NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!

The world was beginning to crumble all because Peter wanted people to forget about him, changing Dr Strange's spell as he listed certain people he wanted to forget about him. Villains from other universes made their way here, but heroes arrived as well. "That's not our Peter!" Mj shouted at Ned who closed the portal once the man came in, you recognized him immediately. "Peter..." You muttered softly, staring into his eyes as he yanked off the mask. He was your Peter...from the universe you belonged to. "Y/n...? How are...you here?" He softly spoke as his heart began to race, you were dying in front of him. The day he lost Gwen, he had left you alone and promised to come back as fast as he could. Once he returned, failing to save Gwen...you were gone. "I have so much to explain...to all of you, but right now we have to find the Peter that belongs to this universe!" They all nodded in agreement, Ned tried again to find Peter but a different one appeared. "I know Peter...he must be on a rooftop! Considering the stressful situation..." In this universe Peter was your best friend, you were there for him when he lost Tony. You encouraged him to ask Mj out after telling you how much he loved her, this life was a happy one. "Let's go then, Y/n I can-" Before your Peter could volunteer to carry you around, you asked the other Peter instead. Being around him was just too much, it made you think about what happened in your universe. Now that he was here...what did that mean for you? "Peter...there's some people you should meet." Mj spoke softly as the other Peter's made themselves known, the Peter Parker in this universe...looked broken. He told you...he lost Aunt May, she died and he blamed himself. "Peter...I know it's hard and scary, losing someone you love. Aunt May wouldn't want you to be like this...she understands the world needs Spiderman, you're her hero. Not everyone can be saved...that's just the hard truth. All you can do...is keep fighting." You spoke softly as you hugged him close to you, he wanted to kill the man responsible for her death...if that happened he would have to live with it for the rest of his life. You knew...it would haunt him forever. "I know this is a bad time but uh- Why is Y/n acting wierd around this Peter?" The second Peter that Ned 'summoned' pointed at your Peter, you were hurt and upset...you had every right to be. "Well I should start to explain...everything." You we're hesitant to talk about what happened to you, not even the Peter in this universe knew...all you told him was that you were from a different universe, but didn't know how you got here.

•

"I'll come back for you...I promise!" "Peter wait...please don't leave me alone! Peter...!!" You begged as you tried to steady your breathing, you were losing too much blood. Your eyes felt heavy and at that moment you knew you were going to die...and Peter wasn't there with you. "I don't...wanna...die..." "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪~" A deep voice spoke as if he was right beside you, and before you knew it a portal sucked you in...taking you to a new universe. A world that you didn't know, waking up you realized your wounds were healed. You felt cold as ice, and all you felt...was sadness, Peter didn't save you. "Where am I...?" "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙘𝙚! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩~" That was the last time you heard that voice, you stayed away from populated areas to avoid hurting anyone...you couldn't control your power. Eventually meeting the Avengers, learning to control your power...one day meeting this universe's Peter Parker.

•

"He left me for dead...and well, here I am!" You fake smiled, looking away from your Peter. He left you, abandoned you, and for what? "Y/n...I-" "I don't care anymore, what matters right now is returning this universe to the way it was!" You had a new life here, you wouldn't give it up for anything. "We won't let Aunt May's death be in vain..." And it took a while but the Peter's all began to work together to make the antidotes that would save the villains, something you knew Aunt May would want. "I need some air.." You told them before walking out of the building, the fear in your heart getting stronger with how close they were to returning everything to normal.

•

"You understand what will happen when you return to your universe right?" Dr Strange spoke to you as you were all headed to space to fight Thanos, you had an idea of what would happen...but to hear it the keeper of the time stone would make it real. "I'll die...won't I?" "You should've died...but that man transferred you to our world, stopping your time. If you go back..." He trailed off and you nodded in understanding, going back home meant you would truly die. You wouldn't see the new friends you've made in this universe...you wouldn't be able to see your Peter again. "I understand..." Was all you said, slowly beginning to smile...you knew that eventually you would have to go back. Right now however...this universe needed you.

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"Why would you leave Y/n behind...? She could've died!" The Peter of this universe felt so angry, he could've lost his friend because another him was being an idiot. "I didn't...listen, Gwen was falling to her death. She needed me and I know Y/n needed me too...I rushed back but she was gone." Your Peter lived with the guilt of failing you, he loved Gwen but when he met you...he fell madly in love. He wished he could do it over and choose to save you...Gwen would've wanted that. During the battle between heroes and villains Dr Strange finally broke free from that other realm, after explaining the situation he immediately looked at you...as if to ask if this is something you truly wanted. You looked at him with a smile...of course your answer would be yes.

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Once Dr Strange finished the spell... everyone would forget about Peter Parker. Including the other Peter's...you wouldn't remember your Peter, you had to tell him now while you still had the chance to. "Peter! Listen to me..." You hugged your Peter as tight as you could, tears dripping down your cheeks as you told him everything...once you returned to your universe with him you would die. "What...? No! No no no no!! Stop the spell...now!!" Peter begged as he clung to you as tight as he could, he lost you once...he couldn't lose you again. "Peter...this is the way it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to be-" "Shut up...! You can't die...you-!" This is the way it was supposed to be, you weren't supposed to meet the Avengers, you weren't supposed to meet this Peter...you were supposed to die. "Even after everything...I still loved you y'know? You're a big goof...an idiot, a hero. My hero..." You smiled sadly as you looked up at him, you wanted him to remember you this way...with a smile. You looked over at your friends, at the other Peter Parker's...you wouldn't see them ever again. "Y/n!!!!!!" Opening his eyes he was back in his universe, you weren't in his arms...so where were you? "Y/n!! Y/n where are you?! Y/n!" He shouted as he felt his heart race, thinking logically he realized...you would most likely be in the same place he left you. "Y/n!!" Running towards you, barely clinging to life...looking up at the man you couldn't remember. "Who...are...you...?" You stuttered out as you began to cough out blood, just by breathing brought you immense pain. "The spell...I- Who I am doesn't matter right now...please don't go! I-I love you Y/n!!" Peter shouted with tears in his eyes, it pained him to see you like this...not being able to do anything for you. "I...may not know...who you...are, but...I...love you..." You trail off as you finally lost all of your strength, closing your eyes as death took you. With no memory of him...you still remembered your love for him. "Idiot...you're such an idiot. Idiot idiot idiot...!! A damn idiot!" He tightened his hold on you, screaming as loud as he could...the day he lost you was the day the world lost Spiderman.

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It had been a year since your death, the world wondering where Spiderman went. Why he disappeared suddenly with no explanation...to him it was clear, you were gone. Not putting on the suit was hard...but he knew he had to eventually, the world needed Spiderman. "Y/n...forgive me..." He whispered to himself as he stood at your grave, his heart ached to see you again. He lost a piece of his heart the day you left him...you were his Mj.

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johnnmurphy · 2 years

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Pretense: Chapter 1 ↳ gummy worms

With the slam of a neighboring door, Peter's eyes shoot open. He's laid in his bed and only a few seconds pass before a sense of panic floods through him. In a swift motion, he reaches for his phone, ripping it from the charger, and sees he was supposed to be awake nearly twenty minutes ago.

Peter shoots out of bed, annoyance consuming him as he frantically tries to get out of bed, tripping from the tangled blanket. His face nearly smacks the wood floor before he catches himself but there's no time for a sigh as relief so he's back to his feet in seconds, grabbing clean clothes and getting changed.

This has become somewhat of a normal experience. In high school, the whole balancing Spider-Man and school weren't too difficult. High school was much easier but after entering college, he's been slipping a little. More late nights as Spider-Man, patrolling and fighting crime, balancing late nights with friends, and late nights studying. His grades have been perfectly fine but his sleep schedule is an utter wreck and now he's left constantly oversleeping and hoping he just manages to make it to class without being late.

As soon as Peter gets his shoes on, he's running out of the door. On the way through the dorm hallway, he pumps into a few people, quick apologies spurring from his lips without slowing pace. His feet patter against the pavement and the lingering summer sun hits his arms. Peter's heart pounds inside his chest as he enters the building off the quad. More apologies spurred from his lips as he bumped into a few people. The classroom comes into view and to his relieved disbelief, it's still open. Barely.

The professor starts closing it just as Peter closes in. He quickly speeds up and comes into view. With heaving breaths, Peter reaches the door and barely stops it from closing. Peter offers an apologetic expression as the professor looks him over. The professor shakes his head, a few loose grey hairs shake with him, but a very faint and gentle smile is written across his lips.

"Mr. Parker, cutting it close." The professor says, he's serious but it's said with a light-hearted tone.

"I'm sorry." Peter mutters while the door closes.

Peter doesn't spend time looking for a seat. He goes to the first open seat he spots, his cheeks tinting while a few people stare at him. He never did like it when people looked at him for being late. A breath falls from his lips as he sits behind a girl with pink hair. His heart rate starts to go back to normal as the professor takes the front of the class and gets ready for the lecture. Peter digs through his bag and pulls out a tablet with a holographic keyboard, a late graduation present from Tony.

The lecture proceeds and Peter is less than attentive, his mind focusing on the night before. A massive fire ripped through a seven-floor apartment. Peter didn't even think before going inside. It was reckless, thoughtless, and stupid. He's Spider-Man, not a firefighter. Of course, he did save a few people who likely would have perished if it weren't for him but Peter's suit isn't designed to withstand temperatures that hot. A bit of flaw the more he thinks about it. The fire was out of control and too hot. It was burning everything in its path within seconds. He's lucky he didn't die or get burned.

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geekynightowl1997 · 2 years

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I need somebody to write a soulmate AU about Spider-Man No Way Home.

#marvel #peter parker #soulmate #spider man no way home #guys #like imagine #imagine the pain.#I would write it #but I suck at soulmate aus.#it could be peter parker x reader #peter parker × mj #peter parker x original character #just. i need one

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fezblr · 2 years

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lazuli - peter parker x oc

series introduction but im really excited to write this

when peter parker swung up to the space ship hanging above new york, he never thought the snarky little thirteen year old witch he'd met 2 years prior would be waiting there with tony stark to save her wizard dad. then when he blips for five years and comes back to a eighteen year old sabrina strange, he suddenly realises life will most likely never be the same.

set after endgame/during wandavision, probably not canon but idc

content warnings: severe depression and grief, loss of loved ones, mentions of schizoaffective disorder and mental illness, eating disorders, self harm, murder, canon violence, ANGSTTTT, underage drinking, fight scenes, death, suicidal thoughts, mentions of sex, mature language, childhood trauma, traumatised teenagers omg give them a break, mentions of hospitals, nats death, peter is 18 in endgame, oc is overpowered but idc and ill add more later

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fan fic #peter parker angst #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x oc #peter parker fluff #peter parker x original character

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mittos · 20 days

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I’ve been reminded of male MJ and now I’m so normal about him

#male mj #peter parker x male!mj #peter parker x male!oc #male!mj #dev Patel #Peter Parker #the amazing spider man #spiderman #Spider-Man x male MJ #ocs #fanart #original characters #original character #artist on tumblr #marvel #andrew garfield

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azkzaban · 2 months

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peter parker x female reader

soft like cashmere, sharp as a needle – you have always dreamed of becoming a journalist, but as your senior year of college starts to come to an end, you find yourself slipping.

Desperate to salvage your future, you take on a risky assignment: exposing the dark secrets of the infamous Spiderman, the city's most notorious criminal. But as you delve deeper into his web of lies, you realize that nothing is as it seems... and that you might be in way over your head.

PROLOGUE

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader mcu #peter parker tasm #spiderman #spiderman x reader #college #alternate universe #small age gap #dark!peter parker #triggering content #tba #coming soon #female reader #original characters

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bonebrokebuddy · 1 year

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I am shocked and appalled that there isn’t more comic flash & comic spider man fic crossovers.

Like? Barry and Peter would get along so well?? And no one has taken advantage of this??

I need a fic pronto of them meeting at a biochem conference, a villain attacking, leading to Barry catching Peter changing into his Spider-Man suit in the bathroom in a classic silver age crossover “the heroes immediately figure out eachother’s identity” type fashion. They team up and take down the villain together and promise to keep in touch.

#marvel x dc #dc x marvel #barry allen #Peter Parker #no marvel only spider man #spiderman #marvel #dc #marvel crossover #dc crossover #listen. they’re both characters originated from the 50s with the atomic age blasting an importance and relevance #of science heavily in their characters and lives #i just want two semi-retired heroes who have horrible luck and still get pulled into hero shenanigans frequently because trouble just seems #to find them. the only ‘retired’ part of it is that now neither of them are actively seeking out villains.#that’s the job for those that have taken up their mantle #but trouble just finds them anyway #god I miss pre cw flash & mcu spiderman characterizations. they’re so hard to find nowadays #bones talks #bones prompts #bones talks in the tags #i just want to commission a biochem grad student and have them vent in a fic about the troubles of being a biochem grad student #that’s thinly guised as a peter parker fanfic #is that too much to ask?

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jahayla-parker · 10 months

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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 8

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Desc. & Warnings: 1.34k wc, see navigation for description and warnings

Recap:

“Peter, I don’t know… I don’t trust him” y/n said, sighing as Peter nodded in agreement while he squeezed her hand. “I… I can sense this darkness in him…”. She took a deep breath, “It’s not covering all of his makeup, but still…”.

Peter sighed, watching May and Osborn. He turned back to y/n. “I know, I don’t trust him either,” he told her, pulling her closer to him protectively as they waited.

Peter eyed the glowing box in Doctor Strange’s hands. He looked between the box, y/n, and Strange. “What is that?”

Stephen hummed. “It's an ancient relic. The Machina de Kadavus.” Strange tried not to smirk proudly when y/n looked surprised. “I have trapped your corrupted spell inside, once you've finished the proper ritual, it will reverse the spell. And send these guys back to their universes”.

Peter froze, his eyes being the only part of him that he could force to move. He stared over at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his gaze. Moments before, they -Peter, Y/n, MJ, Ned, and the multiversal men- had all learned of the villains’ deaths in their original universes. While the group seemed to agree that the villains needed to return to their respective universes, they didn’t want them to die.

Y/n bit her lip. “Peter, I know I said… what I said at the food kitchen,” she mumbled. “But,” y/n sighed, “this doesn’t feel right… morally anyways”.

Their exchange was whispered while Strange continued to work on his relic. So, Peter cleared his throat to get Strange’s attention. When he earned an exasperated look from the sorcerer, Peter explained why they were hesitant to just send them back.

Doctor Strange sighed remorsefully as he looked up from the box. “In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives,” he said, eyeing y/n. He gave Peter a regretful stare, “I'm sorry, kid. If they die, they die”.

Y/n panicked. “Wait!” She rushed, nearing Strange. “It’s not our responsibility to try to keep the grand calculus of the multiverse steady,” y/n argued. “Nor is it our job to change it. So,” she turned to face Peter, “I say we just do what we normally would do”.

“Which is help,” Peter stated quietly.

Y/n nodded, looking back at Doctor Strange. “Right. So, we help. Then, send them back,” she explained.

Stephen sighed and gave both kids another sympathetic look. But, he was adamant that his way was the only way to take care of this. Which meant, the villains needed to be sent back now; not after they were cured.

As Strange prepared to send the strangers back to their universes, Peter looked back at his friends and then at Y/n. He knew she could see his disappointment and desire to do something to prevent what Strange was about to do.

Y/n nodded to Peter, smirking when he responded by shooting a web onto the relic box. Y/n assisted Peter’s escape by pushing Strange back with a gust of cosmic energy. She ran after Peter, hoping to catch up.

Only, Strange was far more experienced in the mystic arts and in battle. So, he logically displaced his matter and simply went through the wall instead of running like y/n had. He’d quickly found Peter outside with the relic and the fight continued.

Y/n pulled open the front door just as Strange was forming some sort of spell to use on Peter.

“Praesidium per mea navitas cosmicam potestatem super eos,” y/n whispered, closing her eyes and imagining a protective blue shield around Peter as she lifted her palms towards him. Y/n wasn’t sure what spell Strange was attempting to use on Peter. But, their forces clashed against each other and left Peter slightly able to still manipulate his own hands despite the way his astral form seemed to leave his physical body.

Evidently Doctor Strange didn’t notice y/n behind him. That or he hadn’t connected that Peter’s ability to move his physical form despite his astral form being external to it now was because of y/n. Instead, he was just confused. “How are you doing that?” he asked as he tried to grab the relic again. Only for Peter's physical arm to move downwards.

Peter laughed, his eyes wide as he looked at y/n behind Strange. “I have no idea,” he admitted, playing with his astral body. As Strange tried to take the box from Peter’s physical form, Peter focused on imagining moving his arms away from the sorcerer. This resulted in Peter’s physical arms darting away from each of Doctor Strange’s attempts.

Stephen Strange groaned loudly. “You should not... be able... to... DO THAT!”

Peter smirked smugly. Looking back at his hands before y/n, he grinned. “This feels amazing,” Peter gushed. Refocusing on the tag at hand, Peter began ‘swimming’ through the air to rest and get back to his physical form.

Y/n sighed in relief when Peter’s bodies reconnected and he landed on the street with the relic. She felt her face warm as he looked her way with a smile gracing his lips.

“That might be one of the coolest things that's ever happened to me,” Peter told y/n excitedly. As he turned to Strange, he glared, “but don't ever do that again.”

Y/n sighed to herself. If she’d been a few seconds earlier, maybe her shield could’ve prevented Strange from being able to have any impact at all. She’d been rushed in using the spell and felt bad that Peter had to experience that as a result of her lagging behind. Clearly she needed more fight/combat experience over this was all over.

This realization only increased when y/n noticed during her self pity, Strange had pulled Peter away. She wasn’t even sure where they’d gone. So, y/n did the only thing she could think of. She rushed to the undercroft to ask MJ and Ned for help in finding Peter and Strange.

Y/n had barely finished explaining to Ned and MJ what had happened outside when Peter suddenly appeared.

Ned gasped. “Dude, what happened?”

“I just had a fight with Doctor Strange and I totally won!” Peter bragged, grinning. As he looked around the group he saw y/n had a relieved but apologetic look on her face.

He stepped closer to her, grabbing her left hand and dropping the trophy/souvenir he took from Strange in it. “Look, I stole his ring thing”.

Ned reached over and took it from y/n’s hand. He smiled to himself as he slid it onto his hand. His eyes widened as he felt a weird buzzing feeling radiate through his fingers.

Peter shook his head with a laugh. “I was swinging through the city, and then I went through this...massive mirror thing, and then I was back...”. He took his mask back off to breathe easier. The battle had made him a bit short of breath from the exertion.

Y/n suspiciously eyed the ring on Ned’s fingers; noticing a sensation she couldn’t place. Shaking her head, she turned towards Peter. At the same time as MJ, y/n asked “where is he?”

Peter glanced around their group. “He's trapped, but... I'm not sure for how long.”

Otto Octavius, the robotic octopus guy Peter fought on the bridge stared at the kids in disbelief. “You could've just left us to die. Why didn't you?” he asked, looking at Peter.

Y/n smiled, looking between Otto and Peter. “Because that's not who he is”.

Peter smiled at y/n sweetly. After he faced Otto, he looked at each villain closely. “I think I can help you guys. If I can fix what happened to you, then when you go back, things will be different and you might not die fighting Spider-Man”.

“He means we,” y/n teased softly.

Peter shook his head, making y/n frown. “I can’t do this if I know that you’re in danger,” he told her, handing the box over to her.

Y/n squinted harshly and shook her head in resistance.

“Please, I know you’ll know how to handle this multiverse thing if something goes wrong. I need you away from the fight,” Peter pleaded, staring deeply into her blue eyes.

Y/n sighed. His pleading gaze was hard to resist and ignore, but she had to. “Peter, no. I can sense their energies and I’m not leaving you,” y/n said, eyes zoned in on Osborn. “You can waste time arguing, but I’m coming to help,” she said defiantly.

Peter sighed but nodded reluctantly. “Fine, but if something happens, you go to MJ and Ned to help them with the box. Okay?”

Y/n nodded in agreement to the proposed compromise.

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sxrensxngwrites · 2 years

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“two of a kind” chapter ten- mcu!peter parker x strange’s apprentice

chapter synopsis: wednesday continues her hunt for spider-man. her classmates begin to get suspicious.

tags: this whole fic is G-Rated, friends-to-lovers, slow burn, high school drama and shenanigans, this is the most high school chapter you’ll get out of me, i’m so sorry, minor angst? kinda?

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forgetful-nerd · 2 years

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Deadpool: everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind

Spiderman: I once saw you punch a Girl Scout because she didn’t have any thin mints.

Deadpool: exactly. That was my battle. So be kind.

#original: twitter #is it a bit out of character? yes but I thought it still fit them somehow #marvel #avengers #comics #peter parker #spider man #spiderman #deadpool #wade wilson #spideypool #wade x peter #peter x wade

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meganwayne24 · 2 months

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hey! my name is megan. I really wanted to get into writing fanfics or one shots or whatever lol. I’m gonna make a list of characters I’d be down to write for! suggestions are more than welcome! I will say I’m very into Harry Osborn from Insomniac Spider-Man 2 rn so I’m really focused on that but still open to other things! I am in school so patience and understanding is very valued and appreciated. thank you!!

Insomniac Marvel’s Spider-Man:

Peter Parker

Harry Osborn

Doctor Who:

Ninth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Scooby Doo Live Action Movies (2002 & 2004):

Fred Jones

Shaggy Rogers

DC Comics:

Red Hood/Jason Todd/Arkham Knight

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

MCU:

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Hogwarts Legacy:

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

You can suggest others too! I’m just starting with these as a baseline for ideas :)

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rizkarar · 4 months

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Some sketches from instagram and procreate + a silly new year party headcanon

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Off Limits

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: This short fic was originally posted on my IG a year ago and just barely decided to bring it over here for all you Holland Fans 😏 so hope y’all enjoy this steamy-ish fic!

Summary: Tom just can’t keep his hands to himself during a movie night.

Word Count: 924

Warnings: (Yes) Light Smut, Public-ish Fingering, Tom being a Rebel.

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Enjoy 🔥

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Bing Harrison’s younger sister had its pros and cons. First, you could always count on him for anything, can always be yourself around him, can always trust he’ll have your back for whatever reason. The bad thing about it is, he can be extremely over protective, you get it, he’s your older brother, but he can be over dramatic with things. The worst part about being his younger sister would be, being surrounded by his attractive friends every day. One friend specifically. For instance, one day while having a movie night with him and his boys, you sat on the couch with a book, smirk slowly appearing on your face when you feel his eyes on you once again. Glancing over you immediately lock eyes with Tom, making him drop his own on his lap when caught. You may be his best friends younger sister, but man were you astonishing.

Since the day he realized his feelings he knew you were off limits.

He knows he shouldn’t feel this way about you. He’s known you since you were four years old, but as the years went on and you became more of a beautiful women, he just couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling he had towards you. He tried. He really has, but it would never work, you were constantly on his mind but the only reason he hasn’t made a move was due to the respect he has towards Harrison. He didn’t want to jeopardize their relationship, but the way you sat on the couch in your pjs was like a flick of a switch, Tom couldn’t bare it no longer.

Taking the only available space on the couch, which was right next to you, Tom gives you a smile before darting his eyes straight to the tv. You softly smile at him as you place your book away when the film starts. Covering your legs with a nearby blanket and getting comfortable, you bring your focus to the movie, however, nearly to the end of the film you feel a hand snaking it’s way inside your blanket until you feel it against your bare thigh. A small smirk begins to tug at your lips as the hand makes a gentle squeeze. Looking to your left, through the dark and light reflecting over Tom’s face, you see him staring straight ahead, then seeing the way his lips slightly lift before giving you a quick glance. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand rising up your thigh and slowly parting your legs apart. You try slapping his hand away but he only squeezes your thighs to prevent you from moving, making a soft whimper escape your lips.

“Quiet darling, you don’t want to interrupt the ending now,” Tom whispers into your ear as his hand travels farther up your thigh,

Fingers brushing against your covered mound, causing you to reach out to his wrist, stopping him from going further just as Harrison gets up from the floor.

“Gonna get a refill, you lads need anything?” Everyone on the floor nods their head before getting up and following your brother into the kitchen,

As soon as the coast is clear Tom doesn’t waste time in peppering your neck with hot kisses, you softly moan at the sudden attack but immediately melt into him without even resisting. The moment your lips collide, Tom continues with his previous plan.

“T-Tom,” You warn him when his fingers try pushing down on your pajama shorts,

“I’ll make it quick,” He smirks against your lips when you groan at the idea. Who knew Tom could be such a rebel when he wants to,

Taking you weren’t going to push him away, Tom brings your shorts down your hips, slips your panties to the side and quickly gets to work, dipping two fingers inside your aching heat, causing a loud gasp to leave from you. Tom quickly muffles your moans with his mouth as he picks up the pace, rapidly sending you over the edge. Your hands that had made its way to his locks had a death grip as you were close to tipping over, the loud chattering coming from the kitchen only made Tom determined to bring you off the edge before anyone came back. And he did.

With a small bite to your neck, two fingers roughly pounding into you and a thumb rubbing against your clit made the burning knot in your lower core to finally snap. You gasp into his mouth when pure electricity washes over your entire body, your fingers digging into his scalp as he places feathery kisses in the crook of your neck, sending shivers throughout your body and only building your release. With one last peck on your cheek Tom withdraws his fingers, smirking against your skin when you let out a small whimper at the empty feeling.

It wasn’t a minute later when Harrison and the rest of his mates are walking back to the living room, clearly unaware of what just happened. Both you and Tom remain sitting in the couch watching the movie as if nothing happened. As if you’d brothers best friend hadn’t just given you a mind blowing orgasm.

“Want some?” Harrison offers you both a bowl of chips, you shake your head but Tom grabs a handful with the same hand that was occupied not too long ago, leaving your cheeks rosy pink when he sends you a wink as he stuffs his mouth.

Oh yeah. You’ll definitely get him back.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I’ll definitely try and post more of Holland for all you Holland lovers!

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