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dinobae · 2 months

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Caught In Their Webs Part Four

I'm finally continuing the series.... No seriously, if anyone still wants to read this here it is. I fell out of the fandom for a while when it was messing with my mental health a bit. But here is Part Four, and it's time for TASM Peters love! (Canon divergence)

...This is also not Beta'd and I am not that great at writing. But still, please enjoy.

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With the other two Peter Parkers out hunting green goblin. TASM Peter is tasked with keeping you safe. But how can you even begin to handle the fact the Green Goblin is hunting you down when you're falling in love. You know you've been completely in love with your world Peter Parker but ignore your feelings because of MJ's relationship with Peter. But after sleeping with older Peter your mind is rocked. Trying to deny these budding feelings for the oldest Peter you can't help but feel your heart flutter around the tall and shy Peter. But you're not crazy enough to be in love with all three... Right???

Word Count: 4000+

Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter= Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete

You shifted uncomfortably in chair you were sitting on. After your universe's Peter or Parker as he was temporarily designated got back to your apartment you were given little time to pack as much as you could in a backpack and dip out of your apartment. The three spider boys all agreeing that since Green Goblin knew your name, it would be too dangerous to stay in the apartment leased under your name. Which led you to Ned's grandmothers house where you were currently sitting at the table on a horribly uncomfortable chair.

MJ and Ned sat by your sides, while the three Peters were all anxiously discussing plans over the table. MJ and Ned were talking too, but you heard nothing but a slight buzzing noise in your ears. Overwhelmed with a pit of dread, anxiety, fear.... and guilt.

"Y/N!" You jolt as someone shouts your name. You glance up quickly to see everyone at the table staring at you with concern.

"We said your name like a hundred times dude... You weren't answering" MJ states softly, hand coming up to your shoulder as she looks at you with concern.

You smile weakly. "Sorry, I must have zoned out. What were you guys saying?" you question softly as you turn to face the rest of the group. Everyone's eyes on you.

"We were talking about the plan... But I'm assuming you didn't hear the any of it?" Parker questions softly, looking at you slightly exasperated.

Glancing up at him, you shake your head with a feeble smile. "N-No, I'm sorry." You sigh heavily, "But I'm listening now... So, what's the plan?"

Pete smiles at you gently, "You are going to stay here until we figure this out. Someone will be with you constantly to keep you safe. Your universes Peter... Parker is going to find Doctor Strange and tell him what's going on," Pete says gesturing to Parker. "While I will patrol the streets, this is my Green Goblin were facing, and I have defeated him before. I have the best shot at getting him," Pete explains, standing from his seat across you on the table before slapping a hand onto the tall shy Peter's shoulder. "Which means Peter here is going to stay with you and keep you safe," Pete grins at you.

You glance at the tall boy, your eyes connecting briefly before his eyes drop and he glances down shyly a feeble smile on his lips. Your mine briefly flashes back to your encounter this morning, where Peter found you and Pete in a compromising position. A blush warming your cheeks as you glance down at the table nervously.

Unbeknownst to you Parker tenses as he watches this interaction, jaw clenching as he glares at Peter with a questioning look. An action that doesn't go unnoticed to MJ sitting next to you, who is watching her boyfriend with an analytical expression.

The tension between both parties is broken when Ned's grandmother suddenly bursts into the room holding a plate of cookies and placing them on the table without a word. Before shuffling back into the kitchen mumbling something about needing lots of milk.

Pete smiles grabbing a cookie and shoving it in his mouth. "Well, let's go save the day," he mumbles through a full mouth.

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Two hours later you find yourself being led into a tiny guest room by Ned, with Peter hovering awkwardly in the door. The room is small, a double bed with a bedside table. An ugly floral print sheet on the bed, and a matching flower designed lamp on the bedside table.

"Yea, it isn't much. But it's the only spare room," Ned says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "But don't worry, its super clean. My grandma keeps a clean house," He grins at you toothily, which earns a chuckle from Peter behind me.

"It's fine Ned... This is great" you smile at him awkwardly, before walking over to the bed and collapsing back onto it with a huge, defeated sigh.

"I'll leave you to it then. See you tomorrow morning," Ned says cheerily, walking out of the room and past Peter who is still hovering in the doorframe.

You lay there for a moment more feeling absolutely exhausted. Before you sit up abruptly, startling Peter who jolts away from the doorframe. Standing alert, he stares looks at you with shock.

"Wait, this is the only spare room?" you question loudly. You turn and face Peter, who is still looking at you in alarm. "Where are you gonna sleep?" You question worriedly.

Peter relaxes then, a soft smile gracing his features as he looks at you softly. "Don't worry, I'll be on the couch," he says fondly. "And I'll be just downstairs if you need me," he grins shyly, leaning against the doorframe again.

You stare at him stunned for a moment, distracted by how handsome and sexy he looks leaning against the door like that. Before shaking your head softly, clearing your thoughts. "You can't take the couch. I'll take the couch," you say firmly. "You need to be well rested before you fight," you state with a frown, head shaking in worry.

"Oh no. No way I'm going to let you have the couch " Peter says with a frown. Standing he crosses his arms across his chest looking at you with a stern expression. You go to speak again before he cuts you off, "You can fight me as much as you want, I am not gonna let you sleep on that couch!" he says defiantly, looking at you with determination.

You both stare at each other intensely for a moment. Before you shrug at him, a smug expression flitting over your face as you stand from the bed. Peter looking at you warily, wavering at your sudden confidence.

"Well, if you won't take the bed. I won't take the bed. And if you won't let me take the couch, then I guess I'll just have to stay on the floor," you shrug with a grin, as you begin to sink onto the floor. Peter jumps in alarm at this, rushing over to you and pulling you back up by the shoulders.

"No. Please," he sighs as he hoists you back onto the bed, arms holding your shoulders. Shaking his head with a frown he looks down at you with his big brown eyes. "Please. Please just sleep on the bed... For me," he whispers out softly, giving you the best puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You bite your lip harshly, as you start to lose all resolve. You stare into his eyes, willing yourself to not give in, but find yourself unable to look away from those beautiful eyes. Glancing down at his lips quickly, you look back into those soft eyes and let out a big sigh before looking down at your lap.

Peter smiles victoriously then, briefly thinking his has won. Before you glance back up into his eyes, a pout on your lips as you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can. Your E/C eyes shimmering, as you stare at him pleadingly.

"Fine I won't take the couch. If..." You start to say, pouting up at him as you grip his forearms from where they still hold your shoulders. "If we both take the bed?" you whisper up at him, nerves suddenly filling your stomach.

Peter tenses suddenly, looking at you with shock. His hands gripping your shoulders tightly. You glance up at him worriedly, worried you had overstepped your bounds.

He stands up straighter, removing his arms from your shoulders. Before scratching his neck nervously. You bite your lip harshly, about to speak up and retract your statement before Peter speaks.

"Ok," he says with an anxious smile, shuffling on his feet gently.

Your heart flutters, face flushing as you feel suddenly extremely aware of the situation.

"Yea, ok. That uh... Thats good then," you say with a soft smile, turning to the side to hide the blush forming on your face.

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Later, the two of you are laying rather stiffly next to each other on the bed. The bed is rather small for two people and Peter is pressed as far away from you as possible. It also certainly doesn't help that the handsome boy sleeps shirtless.

In that moment he feels so close yet so far away. You can feel the heat radiating from your side. All you would need to do is shift a inch or so to the left and you could press yourself against his bare, hot... chiselled... defined chest. 'Snap out of its YIN!' you think to yourself, shaking your head in attempt to clear your head of sinful thoughts.

In the dark you nervously glance over, finding his figure in the dark. He's lying flat on his back breathing steadily, but he looks rigid and tense. You can't help but think he looks very uncomfortable.

"Peter? Are you awake?" you whisper out softly.

"Yea," Peter whispers softly, shifting slightly when you speak.

"Can I ask you something?" You question with a whisper.

"Yea" he replies, head turning on his pillow to face you.

At first, you want to comment on how uncomfortable he looks while sleeping. "Earlier, when you caught me with Pete. Why did you look at me like you were... Sad?" You blurt before you even register what you're asking.

Peter tenses suddenly, seeming to hesitate. Before he can speak however you cut him off. "Oh I mean. You were probably just uncomfortable right? I mean, because I was with another Pete and i.."

"Hey, I um. I wasn't uncomfortable," Peter cuts of your rambling suddenly, shifting closer to you on the bed. "I just... It's hard to explain." he says nervously, a hand coming up to your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear.

"I'm a good listener?" you state softly, cheeks flushing as he brushes your hair behind your ear. He lets out a soft sigh at your statement, bringing his hand in-between you as he shifts on to his side to face you. You mimic his movements, turning onto your side to face him.

"Well, I had a YIN in my universe as well." He states nervously, hands fiddling with the bedsheet.

"You did" you whisper out questioningly. You had some suspicions based on how the two other dimension Petes had treated and looked at you. But it was alarming to hear out loud.

"Y-yea." He begins, seemingly nervous. "My YIN was my best friend. She was there for me for as long as I could remember. And she was there for me when... When Gwen..." He sniffles slightly, choking on his words. You bring a hand up, grabbing his in your own softly.

He sighs, grabbing your hand tight in his, squeezing it tightly. "Well, YIN was there for me when Gwen died. She was my rock, and one day she... she told me she had feelings for me..." He whispers out, my hand gripping his hard at the news. "And I. I didn't react well... I pushed her away, I yelled and screamed. I told her I didn't feel the same... And I ended up pushing her out of my life completely. We haven't spoken since." He whispers out, crying softly at his confession.

"Oh wow, Pete... That's a lot" you whisper out, bring your free hand up to his face to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"I hated how I reacted; I was just so upset... All I could think about was Gwen. I regretted it instantly." He sniffles, leaning into your hand on his face. "I was too ashamed to ever find her again... But the worst part is. I loved her as well." He sighs softly, closing his eyes as he brings a hand up to cup your hand on his face. His other hand intertwining your fingers on the bed. "Seeing you and Pete together. It gave me a sense of what I could've had if I wasn't so..." he says softly, eyes opening again to peer at you.

You'd moved closer during his story, your body flushed against his. Moving your softly hand down his cheek, you bring your thumb to his lips. "You... You could still have that, Peter. You can find your YIN, reconcile," you say breathily, pressing your chest against his.

"I can't" he sniffles out, crying a little harder. "She moves on. She's happily married now with kids. I can't be in her live" he whispers while stroking your hair softly.

"I'm sorry you lost your chance Peter, I'm sorry that this happened to you" you say, your other hand unlatching from his grip as you cup his cheeks with both hands. "But... you can always have a chance now?" you whisper out shakily, looking at his lips.

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His eyes widen, before his mouth crashes onto yours, his hands coming up to cup your back as he pulls you close to him. You kiss him back feverishly, teeth clacking as you kiss each other hungrily. His tongue running along the bottom of your lip before gripping it with his teeth and sucking into his mouth.

You whimper into his mouth, one of your legs coming up to his waist as you press against him. He growls softly into your mouth, hands coming onto your waist and pulling you on top of him. You gasp as you straddle him, your core pressed right onto his crotch.

He takes advantage of your open mouth, his tongue pushing past your lips. You whine as his tongue dominates yours, unable to stop your hips from bucking against him. He groans into your mouth at that, hands gripping your hips tight as he begins to pull you against him. One of his hands reaching up and gripping your hair tightly as he pulls you further into the searing kiss. You can feel all the desperation and want coming from him as he hold you so tight it almost hurts.

With your lips now pressed perfectly against his you begin to rock back and forth. You quickly find a rhythm, and you can't stop your whines as your cores is pressed into the bulge in his pyjama shorts over and over again. The thin material adding to the pleasure. With a particularly hard thrust from Peter below you, you notice that he's also commando under his thin pants. You mewl when you notice this, your panties starting to feel drenched.

His other hand comes to your shirt, reaching up and stroking his way up your body to your nipples. He reaches up, grabbing on and tugging it hard, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He fumbles a little when he tries to switch to your other nipple, and he lets out a growl of frustration.

Before you even register what's happening, Peter has flipped you onto your back and ripped your shirt down the middle exposing your bare breasts. His mouth not once leaving yours as he does this. Kissing you feverishly he brings both hands to your breasts, pulling and tugging desperately. His hips bucking against your core in a steady rhythm, both your pants and his completed coated in the added slick and pre-cum coming from you both.

"Y/n" he groans into your mouth loudly before pulling back and staring down at you longingly. He gives your left nipple one last twist, before his hand starts running down your body and past them hem of your panties. He groans loudly when he runs his fingers up and down your folds. "So wet. Is this really for me sweetheart?" He questions, his expression self-conscious as if he doesn't believe he could be turning you on so much.

"Yes Peter. All for you, you're turning me on so much," you say passionately one of your hands reaching up and gripping his cheek gently as you speak. Peter looking down at you then with a sudden ferocity in his eyes. "Fuck Peter, I neeeeeeed," you start to stay before it turns into a moan as Peter suddenly shoves two fingers inside of you and starts thrusting hard and fast. You let out another yelp as he starts going so hard and fast, barely giving you any room to adjust.

"Sorry sweetheart, but if you keep talking like that I won't last long, and I want to come inside of you," he groans throatily, looking down at you with a hazy lust in his eyes. When you gasp and grab his arms tightly, he does hesitate worried he's gone too far. Before you quickly grip his arms again begging him to continue. He smiles softly down at you then, thrusting a third finger in suddenly while his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub fast yet soft circles.

You jolt underneath him, surprised at how fast you could feel that familiar tension in your abdomen as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. You throw your head back eyes closed as, rock your hips against his hand chasing that feeling. His long fingers prodding against your g-spot while his thumb starts rubbing perfectly against your clit. When your right on the edge you open your eyes to find Peter looking down at you with such awe, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling. It all it takes for you to go over the edge, all the while staring into his big doe eyes.

When you settle back down, he kisses you softly and sweetly. He leans back and pulls your pants and panties completely off, gasping softly when he sees how drenched they were. He looks over at you sheepishly, a small grin on his face he pulls down his own pants, freeing his leaking member.

You audibly gulp when you look at it. Briefly thinking of the other Peters. The older Pete had a very thick girthy member that was around 5 & half inches. But this Peter had a long thin member, at least 9 inches and currently straining against his stomach. As he crawled back up to your hips you couldn't help but wonder what your Peters looked like.

A hysterical thought filled you as you pondered sleeping with him just to complete the set. As if you were collecting getting fucked by different Peter Parkers. However, you were shaken from these wild thoughts when you felt Peter's member prodding against your entrance. Shaking your head softly you refocused on the shy handsome man above you.

Peter looked nervous and excited but was staring down at you expectingly waiting for permission. Before you say anything, you glance down and see that he had put a condom on whilst you were daydreaming. A glance back up at him shows you his face now filled with worry as you continue to say nothing. He opens his mouth to speak but stops when you reach a hand down and tug off the condom.

Peter opens his again, but you cut him off. "I'm on the pill," you smile up at him, before redirecting his member to press against your entrance, a silent approval for him to continue. He smiles toothily down at you before pressing into you softly.

You quickly start a slow but deep rhythm, as he rocks his member against you. Your moans are so loud as he reaches parts within you that have never been reached. The pace is slow and steady for a while, before you start to loudly beg him to go harder and deeper. He reaches down and grabs on of your legs, hoisting over his shoulder as he starts to ram into you like a man possessed.

You're practically screaming as he fucks you in this new position, each thrust pressing the tip of his head past your cervix. Your mind briefly regards that there are other people in the house and your borderline screaming, but a sudden angle change against your g-spot wipes your mind of anything but Peter. Peter comes first, groaning into your neck as he empties inside of you. His thumb coming down to help you follow suite.

The two of you lay there panting for a while, before Peter starts to lay sweet kisses on your lips. He kisses you softly till you fall asleep, only briefly stirring to the feel of a damp towel cleaning you off. Your dreams now filled with Peter and Pete, and the happy lives you could live.

Within the rest of the house, Ned's grandma sleep heavily undisturbed by any noise. While Ned stares up at his bedroom roof, eyes bulging and looking traumatized... As well as a seething Peter Parker, your Peter Parker who had returned home to check on you.

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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Frowning you glanced around the room looking for Peter but couldn't see the tall man anywhere. Before you could worry you noticed a glass of water and a note. Picking it up you read what it said.

Out on Patrol with the other world Pete, we got an idea on the location on green goblin. Your Peter came home this morning, he'll protect you while we are gone. Stay safe and hydrate. :)

You smile softly at the note, changing into some of your spare clothes as you head downstairs. When you walk into the kitchen, your Peter and Ned are sitting at the table.

"Good morning, everyone," you say softly as you sit down, Neds grandmother quickly dropping a plate of food in front of you before walking back into the kitchen. As no one responds you glance up to see Ned staring red faced as his plate, refusing to make eye contact with you. When you glance over at Parker you flinch as you make eye contact. He's glaring at you intensely, eyes piercing yours with such intensity you almost feel afraid.

"What's wrong with you?" I demand with sudden confidence, unable to handle the intensity of his glare.

"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you!??" He shouts, slamming his hands on the table as he stands. Ned turns to look at him in shock, and you flinch as he stands. You don't think you've ever heard Peter shout like that, and never at you.

"I don't understand," You respond hesitantly, not wanting to further upset him. "I didn't do anything wrong," you say worriedly.

Peter barks out a horrible laugh at your words, looking at you with venom in his eyes. "You did nothing wrong? You opened your legs to the other universe's Peter like a whore! That's pretty wrong to me," he shouts at you, slamming his hands down on the table again cracking it with his strength.

You let out a loud gasp at his words and hear two other gasps as well. Glancing over you see Ned staring at Peter in shock. "Peter Parker!" is heard behind you. Turning around you see MJ standing in the door. The source of the other gasp you assume. She is glaring at Peter, her hands on her hips. You'd also never seen her look so angry. Which is saying something considering that she was angry a lot.

Turning back around to face Peter you go to shout at him, defend your actions but you halt when you see him. He's no longer staring at you with anger, but utter devastation. Tears are falling from his eyes and his lips are quivering as he stares at you.

"Peter?" you question softly, flabbergasted at the sudden mood change. Unable to help yourself you reach across the table for him hand, but he jumps back. He stares at you for a moment more, tears flowing harder now, before he runs out the back door. You, Ned and MJ go to chase him, but when you hear the familiar sound of his web shooter you halt, knowing there was no chance to catch him.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Ned and MJ looking at you concerned. "I didn't say anything. I don't know how..." Ned mumbles out, looking at you with both guilt and concern. MJ opens her mouth to speak then. But you suddenly take off running, sprinting up the stairs and into your temporary room. Slamming the door behind you, you begin to cry softly. Never had Peter ever spoken or looked at you like that. It was devastating. You fell onto the bed, thinking of the other two Peter's and how you wished they were here.

You notice neither Ned or MJ had followed you upstairs, and you were grateful. Your cries softened eventually, and you leaned back into the bed as you started to fall asleep. Before you heard the sound of breaking glass. Jolting up from the bed you glance at the window and see a weird looking ball. Looking at in shock and confusion you faintly notice the sound of beeping and laughter... Before everything went white.

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writeroutoftime · 1 year

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you're stunning

pairing: tasm/tobey!peter parker x reader

summary: when peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind.

warnings: none

words: 633

a/n: honestly this could work for any peter, I just know the mcu didn't really focus on photography with tom's peter. but please enjoy this fluffy little story I thought up a while ago :) also requests are open if you'd like to send something in!

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The shutter of the camera caught your attention, your body spinning around instantly. Reflexively, your body caved inwards on itself while your hands wrapped around your torso, seemingly trying to shield yourself from Peter’s - and his camera’s - view.

“Peter what are you doing?” you cried out.

“I just wanted a quick picture of you sitting there studying. The lighting was great and you look stunning.” he said with a soft grin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Delete it." you pleaded, avoiding Peter's gaze by focusing your stare on his camera that now hung loosely in his hands.

Peter set the camera to the side and took a few steps closer to your, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would I want to delete it?" he asked while fidgeting with his glasses.

Sighing, you closed your eyes as you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you. "Because I know I look awful. I wasn't ready and I didn't get to pose or prepare or anything." you whispered, voice shaky as the tears welled in your eyes.

In an instant, Peter knelt by your chair, hands resting gently on your knees. His thumbs ran back and forth against the fabric of your pants soothingly as he willed you to open your eyes. "Sweetheart, you don't need to pose or do anything. You always look amazing when I take your picture." Peter said, his own eyes misty.

"You don't have to lie, Pete." you rebutted. "I just don't really like myself in pictures, especially when I don't have any warning. I can't try and hide the things I don't like about myself." you admitted.

As the words tumbled out of your mouth, Peter swore his heart shattered. Is that really what you thought? That you had to hide parts of yourself from the camera? How could that be when Peter thought you looked perfect in every picture he ever took of you?

"Baby," Peter whispered. "is that really how you feel?"

You shrugged your shoulders in response, already feeling vulnerable. Besides, you weren't positive you could get another word out with falling apart.

"Hey, hey, it's okay you feel that way, but just let me show you how I see you." Peter proposed, running out of the room, calling out behind him that he would be right back. A few moments later, Peter came back into the room, with his laptop in hand.

There was silence in the room, only broken by Peter's typing as he hurried to pull up the files in which all his photography was saved. After a few moments, he gestured for you to join him on the bed, which you reluctantly did so.

"I know you think you need to be perfectly posed to feel worthy in front of the camera, but just look through these." he said before handing his laptop off to you.

Hesitantly, you looked at the screen and saw a picture of yourself. Your first instinct was to cringe at the sight, but with a second glance you noticed how excited you looked. You couldn't exactly place when or where the picture had been taken, but your smile looked genuine, and your eyes shined brightly.

Nervously, you clicked to the next one and saw the same thing. Picture after picture was a candid shot Peter had taken of you while the two of you had been out on dates, sitting around his apartment, or any other moment you shared. Thinking back to the pictures on your phone, you compared your faux poses and smiles to the free and happy expression you had here.

With a watery smile you turned towards Peter. "Is this really how you see me?"

"Of course it is, sweetheart." Peter said. "I know it won't take a day to suddenly see yourself in a new life, but I hope this can be a start because I love you."

"I love you too." you whispered, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend, rolling your eyes when you heard the click of Peter's phone camera. He was a dork, but he was your dork.

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nowayhomer · 2 years

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Please, kissing tobey!spider's neck and how he reacts about it 🥰🥰🥰🥰

ahhh !! this is so cute and my first thought was like, he generally keeps himself in a hard shell but the moment just reveals something cute ?? can't explain but i definitely tried to put it in writing what the moment was like.

caught by surprise

Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x reader

Ⅱ. GENRE fluff, just super cute, peter smiling for once in spider-man history

Ⅲ. NOTES there's no specified pronouns or gender identification so y'all could literally just imagine yourself in any way you want

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 354

peter was sewing the sleeves of his suit while listening to a physics podcast. you knocked on the door of his apartment, “peter ? can you open the door ? it’s stuck again.” peter got up and tugged on the handle, pulling it off completely. he gave a sheepish grin when he saw you through the hole where the doorknob had once been, staring at him with disbelief. he let you into his very humble abode and webbed the door so no one could peek through it. “what have you been up to ?” “i’ve just been sewing and studying, you know, another regular night for me.” peter sat in his cloven chair that he tried holding together with duct tape. you stood behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders while you watched him work. it was times like these when you admired peter the most and found a practice of studying his habits. it was not lost to you how he licked the corners of his lips in concentration, the way he twirled the needle between his fingers when he paused to listen to a bit of his podcast that caught his attention. your own attention had been directed to his neck. you had kissed every part of his face, never trailing further down until now. peter felt your plush lips against his neck and pulled away quickly, his hairline to his collarbone turning red. “were you not okay with that ? i’m so sorry,” you went to hold his hand. “no, it was nice… you just caught me by surprise and i’m…” he couldn’t pull himself to finish. “you’re what ?” “well, sometimes my spider senses kick in when i'm surprised, so i got surprised when you kissed me and my senses made me ticklish.” you doubled over, clutching your stomach when it hurt from laughing. “aw, the oh, so tough peter parker gets ticklish. you are so adorable.” you pinched his cheeks. peter wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on the bridge of your nose before saying, “please keep giving them.”

you had made it a tradition since then to greet him with kisses on his neck, loving his small laughs and cherishing your relationship.

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nobody7102 · 1 year

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Kinkmas 2022, Day 5: Public/Semi Public

Pairing: (Tobey) Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Public/semi public sex, fingering, implied smut

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Swinging onto the top of the flatiron building, Y/N ripped off her mask just as Peter landed beside her. “What the fuck Peter?!”

“I know! I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attentio-“ his words died in his throat as he ducked to avoid the web Y/N threw his way before taking off his mask, dropping it onto the ground as he held his hands up “Hey I’m sorry-” he ducked again to avoid a web before grabbing her arm and tugging her to him. “Baby” he cooed his arm wrapping around her waist, his head dipping down to kiss along her neck “I didn’t mean to hit you with the manhole '' he mumbled before nipping at her earlobe.

Closing her eyes, Y/N’s head slightly tilted backwards as her hands flew to hold Peter’s waist “Ahhh- No!” she quickly said, snapping her eyes open, yet her body still pressed into his “I-...I umm...” shaking her head as her hands moved upward to tangles themselves in his hair as his hands slide down to cup her ass “I’m still mad at you” she panted as his lips worked against her neck.

Nodding his head, Peter effortlessly lifted Y/N till her legs were wrapped around his waist. “That’s fine Baby” he hummed before reconnecting his lips to hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she moaned. Backing the both of them up against the wall of one of the generators, “Have I told you…” he mumbled “how sexy you are… when you yell at me?” he smirked, biting down on her bottom lip as he rolled his hips into her.

“Ah Peter!” she let her head fall back, trying not to buck against him “Pete… we’re in the middle of patr-Oh!” she gasped as his hand traced over her clit through the spandex of her suit. Rocking her hips onto his fingers she felt Peter’s cock grow hard as it pressed against her core “Pete-” she whined “Don’t do this to me now…. We… we still have another hour!” she huffed

“I’m fine with cutting patrol short” he smiled “But-” he pulled his hand away from her clit before planting them on her hips and dragging her over his hard clothed length causing a low moan to get caught in her throat “I can’t wait till we get back to the apartment” his hands trailed up her back till it reached the neckline of her suit, he slowly pulled at the zipper “I’m having you right now”

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the-library-of-wonderland · 2 years

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“Come Here,”

Raimi!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

☾ When your boyfriend’s side job of fighting crime caught up to him physically, you were there to pull him away from it. ★Fluff, Gender Neutral (describes you as elegant, but i think that’s still pretty neutral), Mentions of wounds, blood, fighting. I read over it, but there could be mistakes.

Having been busy balancing work, college, love, and crime-fighting, your boyfriend Peter found himself overwhelmed again. He always had trouble stopping himself, fighting and working until he reached his limit and had to be stopped by someone else.

That was where you currently found yourself, busy wrapping up his arm and stomach in bandages as he tiredly went on about his busy day fighting crime.

“And then the guy grabbed my arm and started to punch me with his other-“ You frowned as he went on, ”Pete, this is gonna hurt a bit” you warned, before wiping some alcohol on his wound to sterilize it. He squeezed your other hand slightly as you did so, giving you a pained smile when you looked at him in concern.

“I’m good, just stings a little,” he reassured you.

You started to bandage the gash on his torso, making sure to be gentle as to not hurt him. He smiled as he watched you work, taking in your features from where he laid on your couch. Your calm, focused, yet somehow still so elegant look in the face of his worrying wounds. He never understood how you were always so calm under pressure, especially when it involved his “double life”.

But that thought had been put aside when you finally broke down in tears in front of the hero for the first time, seeing him so beat up and bloody after a fight with Doc Ock had really set in that you may lose him one day. He thought is was only fair though, you had seen him break down in many ways, he finally saw you break down as well.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when you squeezed his hand, pulling him towards you.

“Come here, Pete. I was worried about you.”

The boy smiled as he sat up and laid his head on your lap, closing his eyes when you started to brush you hands through his messy brown locks.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting earlier, Honey. When duty calls I have to answer.” Peter sighed.

You giggled as you looked down at him, ”It’s alright, at least we can still see each other, even though you’re usually covered in bruises when we do.”

Peter laughed at your joke as he looked at you, reaching his hand up to cup one if your cheeks before pulling you down into a kiss. The kiss was sweet and short but left you just as breathless as the first kiss you had shared.

When you both finally pulled away there was still a strong blush running across both of your faces, causing you two to giggle at each other.

“Alright now Spidey, do you want to lay here and cuddle or go to bed and also cuddle?” you asked teasingly.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Peter smiled. He sat up and grabbed your hand, leading you to your shared bedroom where you two could cuddle to your heart’s content.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting in AGES, I’ve been having really bad writer’s block. I got motivation for this from randomly watching Spiderman 2 like a day or 2 ago so this was nice to do again!

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ddejavvu's 4K celebration: part 2 - marvel

happy 4K pumpkins!! i'm so so so grateful for all of you, and i wanted to do a celebration for us to enjoy!! from 6/2/6/3 (thursday-friday), feel free to send in any of the asks below!! i'm very happy to be celebrating with you, and i hope you have fun!! (the characters above are not the only characters i’ll write for, just some of my favorites :) )

steven with a v - request a blurb from me! anything goes, aus, kinks, tropes, dark themes, fluff, angst, all of it!

how would i even know if she’s a beautiful woman? - send me a kink and three characters and i'll rank how into it the marvel characters would be!

super super fast - send me the title of a fic and i'll tell you what marvel character i'd write it for, and what the plot would be! (plus some might end up as fics i actually write :) )

tally ho! - send me a song and i'll tell you what scenario i'd associate it with around the marvel characters!

those are the best kind - send me four fanfiction tropes and i'll tell you who i'd want to experience each one with (inspired by that fmk but with fic tropes thing that was going around!)

have fun tracking this lamp - use a random dialogue generator and a random au generator and pick a character, i'll write you something for it!

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Catch Me If You Can, Spider | Spider-Man Series P.5

Follows the events of Spider-Man

Catch up on parts 1-4 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content warnings: profanity, light angst, flirtatious banter, violence | female reader (she/her)

Premise: It’s supposed to be a normal night on patrol for New York’s masked vigilante, but things take a shift in his normally scheduled program after he runs into a robber with a knack for leather fashion and cat like reflexes.

Note: I know it’s been a minute and I’m sorry. Creative inspiration for writing has been a downer lately & I’ve been reading a lot of books more plus watching a lot of Netflix. I’m gonna keep up with this of course just it might be longer than planned. Luckily after this chapter I’ll be starting the events of Spider-Man 2!

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“All unites, there’s been a disturbance down on fifth avenue….”

“Reports of a business on fire near…”

“There’s been a call of a suspicious persons by a jewelry store…” The calls came one after another. Peter remained crouched on the ledge of a nearby building overlooking the grounds, cursing to himself by how rapid the reports were on the police radio after silently murmuring how quiet it had been.

He should’ve known that once you say the word ‘quiet,’ all hell brakes loose.

Too far from the house fire and with many units responding to the fifth avenue disturbance, Peter aimed his focus on responding to the suspicious person scouting a jewelry store. It was past midnight, a typical time for jewelry robbers to begin their nightly heist. Standing from his position, Peter shot a web out and swung off the building—letting the air glide him away in the direction of the reported location.

It was only a few minutes before he reached the destination. Peter landed quietly on the roof of the store before scaling down like a spider to peak through the window. No broken glass indicated that if their was a robber, they didn’t need to use exceeded force to get in. Finding the back entrance, Peter located the deadbolt had not been removed.

‘Maybe it was a false alarm,’ he thought. It was dead quiet on the street, which was uncommon for this area was known for robberies and incidents. Peter gave one last glance around the alley before making his way back to the front.

Considering there was no one around, he figured it was okay to leave. But then something unusual caught his eye in the window of the store.

Peter’s eyes focused on a dark figure in the back corner. Their back was toward them and he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of white despite the darkness surrounding them. What little light peeling in from the street lamps into the window was enough to confirm his suspicious.

There really was someone in the store.

And they had broken in without a trace.

‘What the?’ He squinted his eyes beneath his mask, as if to see if they were playing a trick on him. The windows hadn’t been broken into and with the back door sealed he didn’t understand how this unknown person was able to break in. Above this store were the typical apartments and the entrance was on the opposite side. But even then it wouldn’t give access to inside the store.

Although he was unable to see what the burglar was doing, it wasn’t hard to guess considering there was a large duffel bag strapped to their side. No alarm had been triggered, so they must have scouted beforehand to disarm it.

Peter knew he needed to either get inside the store or intercept the burglar as they made their escape. He didn’t want to break in and leave a trace, considering they managed not to do so, so Peter’s only option was to see where they would go.

About five minutes passed until the burglar felt satisfaction by the goodies they had smuggled. Zipping the bag, they secured it tightly and strutted to the back end where they employee exit was. Peter scaled up the building in a hurry. There was no sound indicating if a door opened causing worry to flood him at the thought the burglar escaped before he could catch them.

But what the vigilante did not expect was to face his culprit on the roof of the building.

Peter nearly fell back of the edge when his gaze landed on a woman dressed head to do in black latex catsuit with blinding white hair past their shoulders. Feeling himself become flustered, he fought it by moving his attention to what he was looking for. The duffle bag, containing the stolen goods, was settled against their side. And what Peter immediately noticed upon landing his gaze on her face was the tiny black mask framing her bright blue eyes—which he could not tell if they were contacts or not, and a scarf covering the lower half of their face.

“Well, well,” her voice was laced with amusement, “if it isn’t the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Such an honor to make your acquaintance.” She gave a mock bow.

‘Well this is different,’ Peter thought before clearing his throat, “Uhh, Hi?” He had to stop himself from waving, remembering this woman just committed a crime. “Uh Miss, you know it’s against the law to rob jewelry stores, right?”

“I’m aware.”

Her nonchalant tone had him tilting his head. “So may I ask why you are in fact robbing jewelry stores at half past midnight?” The slight lift of the scarf was a sign she smirked beneath the material.

“Oh you know, I was in the area and saw how pretty the diamonds were. Not to mention the gorgeous sapphires and rubies. I just knew I had to have them.”

“And you couldn’t wait until the store opened tomorrow so you could, you know, pay for them like everyone else does?” Peter could not believe the conversation he was having with this woman. And how calm and playful she was by the situation.

She gave a shrug, “Where’s the fun in that, Spider?” Peter again had to fight the blush under his mask by the sudden nickname she’d bestowed on him.

“The deadbolt to the back door was locked and know windows were shattered. How did you even get in?”

Their was smugness in her reply, “I guess you could say I’m quiet as a cat.” She looked him once over, Peter having to look away by her gaze. “It’s not like anyone was really going to buy these jewels. They’d been there for so long. I’m basically doing the owners a favor by taking them—and I didn’t leave a mess, unlike every other burglar these streets have seen.”

“Well I’m afraid that’s now how it works. I’m going to need you to return those and if you comply, then I’ll let you leave here without getting the cops involved.”

“But aren’t you a cop?” She challenged, brow raised. “Or is the rumor true that you’re giving the NYPD a hard time by being the star of the crime fighting business.”

“No, I’m not a cop. I just help them.”

“Even though they’d rather arrest you?” His nod made he drop her shoulders. “Shame, I was looking forward to a little good cop, bad cop action. Guess it’ll have to wait.”

Peter sighed. This was not gonna be easy. “Look, you seem like a nice girl—uh lady—or uh whatever you consider yourself. But the matter at fact is you’re breaking the law and I can’t just let you take those jewels.” He took a step forward, raising his arm as if to say, ‘just hand me the bag and you’re free to go.’

He should’ve known she wouldn’t comply. The scarf once again lifted slightly and their was a crinkle by her eyes. Her grip tightened on the bag and Peter tensed. “Since you want to rain on my parade—,” Peter didn’t realize her other hand had removed something from her hip until she raised her hand in the opposite direction, “Catch me if you can, Spider.” Pressing the trigger, the grappling hook released from the gun and the woman was lifted off her feet.

As she soared through the air to the opposite building, Peter cursed and shot a web in her direction. From there a game of cat and mouse ensued with Peter having to chase after the female burglar as she continued to use her grappling hook to take her between buildings. At one point she surprised Peter by jumping off the building and aiming the hook across the street.

When she made a turn, Peter made a turn.

If she hit the ground, Peter hit the ground.

Apologies spewed from his lips each time he stumbled into a bystander or if they were pushed by the woman. They were getting closer to downtown Manhattan and the risk of innocent bystanders being injured heightened. The thought caused worry to flood Peter, hoping he would catch her before she could cause harm on anyone.

“Ma’am, please!” He shouted when she lifted off the ground again. “Please don’t make this anymore difficult than it has to be!”

Her laughter agitated Peter. How could a burglar be so amused by a chase that could end with them in jail. She must be a newbie or has gotten away for so long she expects she will get out of doing time.

Before long Peter was loosing his patience, but she was not showing any sign of slowing down. No police had stepped into the chase, so it was just the vigilante against the cat burglar. Eventually she made her way down a subway station and Peter sped up when she managed to get some distance between them.

Several people had just landed at the stop causing a bottleneck to occur. Peter struggled, loosing sight of the white-haired thief before ultimately gaining passage through the crowd. Catching his breath, Peter’s head snapped back and forth to find her. The next train had closed it’s door and Peter stood amidst the station platform.

He didn’t know where she could have went, but Peter was given the answer when his eyes landed on hers as she stood inside the train waving her fingers to him. The last thing she did was point downward to the ground, making him confused between the waves of defeat. She disappeared from his view, Peter dropping his head in frustration.

That’s when his eyes caught sight of a piece of paper by his feet.

Taking it in his hands, Peter unfolded the crackled paper and read over the scribbled handwriting with a red lip stain next to it: ‘Thanks for a fun night, Spider. Let’s do it again sometime. 💋’

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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I know i said i was done with Marvel, but i got this really comforting idea to write and maybe i will do it once i will finish my four current wips.

I wanna write a tobey!peter parker x osborn reader oneshot setted at some inmediate point after the ruined Thanksgiving celebration in Spiderman (2002). The bassic idea of the concept would be

“Reader is Harry’s eldest sister and she is used to put up emotionally with all the shit in the family, being there for everyone at once while neither her brother or father seem to notice. The unleashed mess becomes too much for her, since she already deals with some doubts regarding that there is something seriously wrong with her dad while Harry doesn’t support her claims. She breaks down to Peter and he does his best to provide the very much needed comfort she can’t find anywhere else at that moment.”

#source of the idea: i'm the eldest daughter on a disfunctional family #i need a break #spiderman #tobey!spiderman #tobey maguire #spiderman 2002 #spiderman x reader #tobey!spiderman x reader #tobey!peter parker #tobey!peter parker x reader

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INFINITELY YOU

part two // crullers & constants

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 4.2k

// masterlist // series masterlist // send me your thoughts // no way home fan fiction // rewrite

name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker

Peter Pan Donuts is a sacred place.

Or, rather, it was a sacred place—and walking back into the shop now felt awfully strange.

Back when you and Peter first started high school, it had become a tradition to end every Friday with one of the renowned pastry shop’s legendary frosted crullers. You considered it a well-deserved reward for surviving another week of more drama than either of you could stomach, thankful that the weekend was finally upon you and that you could finally breathe without inhaling the reek of the unwashed teenage boys that lined the halls of Midtown.

Peter Pan’s quickly became a haven. A safe place where the two of you could tuck yourselves away at the end of the bar, talking for hours about the teachers you hated and the bullies you hoped would fall from the face of the Earth. There was nothing that you couldn’t talk about, no secrets kept between you and Peter.

Or, at least, none that mattered.

But things changed as time passed, as they so often do.

It started with the inclusion of Ned. You didn’t particularly mind his presence, even if the conversations had begun to shift towards less intimate topics, focusing instead on movies that you all wanted to see or upcoming video games that you would all try to play.

Then came the inclusion of Mj a few months later, after she landed a job at the shop. That was when everything truly changed—when it was no longer you and Peter tucked away at the bar, but you and Ned, left to pick at your food and watch as Peter leaned across the front counter and talked to Mj over her shift.

After a few months of testing every donut on the menu with Ned, you stopped going altogether.

And Peter never even asked why.

“I was surprised to see you texted me,” you quip as you slid onto the free barstool, “what happened to not wanting me to get involved?”

Peter exhales sharply through his nose, and even though his eyes are glued to his phone, you can tell that he was already regretting asking you to meet him here. “I already told you that what I want doesn’t matter.”

And how true that must have been.

There had been nothing kind about his text to you this morning, although there was nothing inherently rude about it either, you supposed. It was simple—meet me at Peter Pan’s asap, need 2 talk—but you could almost sense the begrudging nature with which he had typed it. And, sitting next to him now, you could almost feel it, too.

He didn’t want you here, even if he had been the one to invite you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to involve you at all—especially so soon. What had changed in a single night?

Sitting on the barstool to your left, Parker pops his lips. “Well this is fun. I’m not at all uncomfortable right now.”

You turned towards him, acknowledging just how different he looked in the civilian clothes that he donned in place of his suit—black jeans that certainly looked worse for wear and an old Ramone’s t-shirt that you immediately recognized as yours. Oversized on you, the short sleeves clung rather tightly to his well-muscled arms. Did he seriously go through your stuff?!

“Why are you even here?” You ask, perhaps a little sharper than necessary. You weren’t angry that he had gone sifting through the armoire in the spare bedroom, especially since he couldn’t just parade around as Spider-Man all of the time. But he could’ve at least asked. “Shouldn’t one of you be busy patrolling?”

It was hard to tell if the offense on his face was real or feigned, but you didn’t care much either way. “Peter wanted answers about my world, I wanted food,” he shrugs, gesturing at the crème-filled donut in front of him. “And Peter 2’s handling patrol.”

Peter 2—you had almost forgotten about him, the version of Peter that hadn’t wanted to come with Ned and Mj to your apartment last night. As far as you could tell when you woke up this morning, he hadn’t shown up in the middle of the night, either—no trace of Parker or anyone else when you had finally stumbled out of your room to get ready after reading the text from Peter.

You didn’t figure it was really your business where the mystery Peter was, but you were a little surprised to hear that he was still out patrolling. Was he not exhausted?

“Ametaur move getting crème-filled,” you tell him, ignoring everything he said. “Should’ve gone with the frosted vanilla cruller, it’s way better.”

“No way,” he gapes, grabbing the half-eaten pastry and shaking it for emphasis as he said, “this is god-tier, alright? No way anything’s topping it.”

The expression on his face was actually hilarious, his brown doe eyes alight with pure euphoria as he took another bite of the donut. An exaggerated moan slipped his lips, coated with bits of sugar and crème. It was hard not to laugh at him, especially when you knew that was probably his goal—to combat the evident tension between you and Peter.

Chuckling, you lift your hands in mock defense. “Suit yourself, Parker. But if you ever wanna experience true pleasure, then you know what to order.”

Parker looks as if he's about to continue his borderline-lustful tangent about the donut, but Peter spoke up instead, his attention snagging on the name you used.

“Parker?” He echoes in disbelief, letting his phone clatter against the bar.

Peter’s sudden resurgence to the real world left Parker silent, sinking back against his stool and taking another bite.

“What?” Your brow arches, your voice laced with incredulity. “Did you really think I’d keep calling him Peter 2? No offense to Ned, but everything about that feels stupid.”

Peter’s eyes narrow, coupled with a subtle shake of his head that indicates he doesn't care nearly enough to have this conversation right now.

You didn’t care much either, and so you steered the conversation in a more productive direction. “So what is this grand plan of yours?” You ask with a somewhat sarcastic lilt. “And where do I fit into it?”

Another huff of breath escaped his nostrils. “We don’t even have a plan. Not yet,” he reluctantly admits. “But I tried talking to Doctor Strange last night, to see if he had some sort of magical spell or something that would let us go back and fix all of this.”

Your lips press together, nibbling on the skin and pretending you didn’t notice the hidden meaning behind his words. He hadn’t just gone to Doctor Strange to find a way to get rid of the villains now lurking in your world, because if he had, then he wouldn’t have gone specifically seeking out a spell that would let him go back—not just to stop the villains from ever coming here, but to save May, too.

“Did he?”

Peter reached for his cup of iced coffee, if only to occupy his now-fidgeting fingers. “No,” he murmurs, the sound of sloshing ice nearly overpowering him as he swirled the cup. “He didn’t.”

You frown at the tinge of disappointment that snuck through his otherwise even tone, your chest aching. You had to fight against the urge to say I’m sorry, remembering what he had said to you last night—he didn’t want your apologies, nor did he seem to want anyone else's.

In truth, you weren’t sure what Peter wanted; or what you could do to help him.

“Well did he have anything useful?”

He shook his head, lifting the cup to his mouth. “Define useful,” he scoffed, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. He took a sip of his drink, his nose scrunching as soon as the coffee hit his tongue—too bitter.

Despite the coffee’s pale color that indicated it was more cream than coffee, you weren’t surprised that it was still too strong for him. Peter had never truly developed a taste for coffee, only pursuing a caffeine addiction for the sake of combating the exhaustion that came with being Spider-Man. That didn’t mean he had ever grown to like it though, masking the taste with copious amounts of sugar and syrups.

“Something that will keep multiversal villains from tearing our world apart?” You venture half-heartedly, guided by pure instinct and muscle memory as you reached over to take his cup from him, snagging a few packs of sugar from the plastic canister on the bar to0.

“He has a theory,” Peter gives you a tight-lipped smile, born of pure frustration.

“A theory? And he expects us to save the world with this theory?” You ask, a bit more derisive than you would have been if Doctor Strange were around to hear.

Peter scoots closer to you, his voice purposefully low. “Do you remember when I told you about him using the Time Stone before Mr. Stark died? To look through all the different outcomes with Thanos?”

Ripping open the sugar packets and dumping them in his cup, you managed to mask a wince at the mention of Peter’s dead mentor. You only nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you tried for any sort of verbal affirmation.

“Well… when he did that, he thinks that he might have actually seen through the multiverse—he just didn’t know for sure at the time.”

Your forehead creased as you popped the lid back onto his cup, sliding it back towards him. Given his advantage of Spidey-sense, he easily caught it before it could slide too far and end up on the floor—which is what would have definitely happened pre-Spider bite.

“And you don’t consider that to be useful to our current situation?”

“No. I don’t.” Peter answers firmly. “Because at the center of it all—in every universe the Stone showed him—all he saw was you.”

You nearly laugh, your lips curving as you rose a brow at him. “Me?”

Peter gave a nod as he took another sip of his drink. This time, his nose didn’t scrunch.

“But it’s been almost a year since the Avengers took down Thanos,” you reminded him, your stunned amusement beginning to fade into confusion. “If he saw.. Me, when he used the Stone, then why didn’t he say anything until now?”

By no means would you consider yourself to be close with New York’s resident Sorcerer, and so you wouldn’t have expected him to come to you with this knowledge. But Peter—he knew Peter, and he knew that you were Peter’s best friend, and so it didn’t make any sense to you why Doctor Strange chose to wait until now to mention what the Stone had shown him.

Given the aggravated expression Peter wore, it was clear that he was thinking the same. “I don’t know, and trying to get answers out of Doctor Strange that he clearly doesn’t want to give is like pulling teeth.”

“But what does that mean?” You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing further, concern starting to bubble up inside of you. Regardless of his answer—if he had one—you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it. “I don’t get how I’m at the center of every universe.”

Peter blew out a breath, his fingers going back to tapping against the sides of his plastic cup. “Alright, so there are probably well-over a hundred thousand different parallel universes, okay? Some of them are probably super similar to ours, and then there are others that are the complete opposite.”

“O-kay,” you drone, your brows drawing together. You felt the start of a headache coming on as you prepared yourself for the confusing science-talk that was surely about to start pouring out of his mouth.

Perhaps noticing your pained expression, Peter tries to find a way to simplify whatever explanation he was about to use. “Try and look at it like this,” he started, “think of the multiverse as some giant, cosmic loom, alright? Now imagine that each thread on the loom signifies a person. As the loom weaves all of these different threads together, different decisions get made and different actions are taken—and with every choice, a new thread is spun, branching off and creating a variation of the original tapestry.”

“So it’s like you and Parker, right?” You interrupt him, rubbing at your temples. “Same thread, different reality?”

“Exactly! And, technically speaking, that’s how it’s supposed to be. As the loom weaves and alters reality, each thread continuously evolves into something different.” He paused, his fingers finally falling still. “But now imagine that—in the center of all of these branching tapestries—there exists one thread, entirely unbroken and unaltered by this ever-weaving tapestry of existence, okay? A glitch in the cosmic fabric, a constant that’s woven into infinite realities and yet, somehow, remains fundamentally unchanged. How does that work?”

You couldn’t ignore the sense of dread creeping up your spine, nor could you escape the slight wobble in your voice as you said, “It doesn’t sound like it should.”

“You’re right, it shouldn’t work.” Peter confirmed, his expression nearly impossible to read. “But according to Doctor Strange, you are that thread. A constant anomaly that defies every potential law of the multiverse.”

Nausea bubbled in your gut. God, you did not want to deal with this right now!

“And let me guess,” a bitter laugh follows your words, “that’s as much information as he was willing to give, wasn’t it?”

“Yep,” Peter pops his lips, leaning back into his stool. His brows raise slightly in a silent I told you so before he says, “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be involved, right? Now you’re at the center of everything-”

“I said I wanted to help you,” you correct him sharply. “Not that I wanted to be at the center of Doctor Strange’s weird Time Stones fantasies!”

He only shrugs, barely acknowledging the dirty look you gave him as he plucks his phone off of the counter, clicking on a notification. “Same thing, isn’t it? Either way, you get what you want.”

“What I want?” You echoed, your mouth hung open in disbelief.

“Doctor Strange seems to think that whatever is wrong with you might help us solve all of this. That you might be connected to the multiverse somehow, or that you’re at least immune to it. So yeah, you get what you want. You get to help,” he spat the word out like an insult, too focused on typing something to even notice how rude he sounded.

If it weren’t for the feeling that stomach acid was about to come crawling up your throat, then you might have taken some time to unpack the bitterness in his tone or be hurt by the claim that something was wrong with you—but you didn’t. Even if you had, you weren’t sure that it would have gotten you anywhere.

You weren’t stupid. Peter was wielding his insolence like a shield, purposefully trying to hurt you as an effort to keep you at arms length—and, if you had to guess, Mj and Ned were probably receiving the same treatment right now.

“Well this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to help,” you admitted, one hand going to rest against your cramping stomach. At least the throbbing in your temples had died down…

Peter only shrugged at you, shoving his phone in his back pocket and rising to his feet. “Too bad,” he told you, offering a smile that most definitely wasn’t genuine. “I’ve gotta go, but make him walk you home, alright? I’ll text you if I hear anything else from Doctor Strange.”

Parker frowned beside you, and whether it was because Peter was speaking about him like he wasn’t here or because of his attitude in general, you couldn’t tell.

“Whoa, hold up! You didn’t even tell me what your plan is until you hear from him!” You argue, reaching for his wrist to keep him from walking past you until he answered.

He pulls his hand back from your grip, but not before your stare snags on the reddish hue that stains his nails—blood. Noticing it only served to make you feel sicker, and to make your concern for Peter grow larger. Was he really still walking around with May’s blood caked under his nails? Has he rested at all since last night?

“Same plan as always,” he told you, your eyes snapping up to meet his, suddenly noticing how rimmed with exhaustion they were. “Stop the bad guys.”

He didn’t leave any time for protests or further questions before turning his back to you and heading straight for the exit. When the little bell on the door chimed as he shoved his way back out onto the streets, you couldn’t stop the worried sigh that escaped your lips.

Peter was an Avenger by every right. He had battled alongside a Norse God and helped take down a literal Titan, and so knew that you shouldn’t have any reason to doubt his capability when it came to taking down whatever villains had crossed into your world.

But it wasn’t that you doubted his ability to survive against them, or even his ability to stop them—you were worried about whether he could handle the weight of it all.

The weight of him placing yet another thing on his shoulders. Another villain, another fight, another burden, another chance to lose someone.

Thinking of that, it suddenly dawned on you that maybe Mj and Ned weren’t getting the same treatment as you. Maybe you were getting the worst of it, if only because now whatever connection you had to the multiverse was just another weight he thought he had to bear, another person he had to worry about protecting.

Guilt flooded your veins, and even as you tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t caused this, you still couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that it was somehow your fault anyway.

“Y’know, I get that this probably isn’t the right time for this,” Parker starts. When you look at him, your attention immediately snags on the dozen donuts that he had ordered while you were talking to Peter. “But I think it’s so cool that you guys have magic in your world!”

He takes another bite of the donut in his hand, powdered sugar falling from his lips as he says, “And these donuts! It’s a tough call, but they might be even better than magic!”

You didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell if he was intentionally trying to lighten the mood or if it was just incidental, but it worked all the same. Laughter poured from your mouth, and it wasn’t until it died down that he said anything else.

“Sooo… That was tense, wasn’t it? Like, it wasn’t just me, right?”

You groan, propping your elbows against the counter and placing your cheeks in your palms. “Was it that noticeable?”

Parker snorts a laugh, stretching an arm past you to reach for Peter’s abandoned coffee. “Oh, yeah. It’s actually painful to be in a room with you two.”

His playful tone made it clear that it was just a joke, but it still made you feel bad. You already didn’t like how hostile things felt between you and Peter, even if it was only one-sided, and to know that others felt it too just made it that much worse.

“Things are just.. Difficult, right now.” You tell him, choosing your words carefully.

“So it hasn’t always been like that with you guys?” He asks, and the delicate arch of his brow made it seem as though he were shocked by the possibility that things had ever been civil between you and Peter.

There was a chance that you had misread his expression though, as it was very quickly wiped away once he took a sip of Peter’s half-drank coffee, gagging as soon as it hit his tongue. “Holy shi-” he started coughing, cutting off the vulgarities that threatened to spill out. “How does he drink this?!” Parker yelped as soon as he could take a full breath, looking utterly disgusted as he shoved the cup back across the bar. “It’s literally just liquid sugar!”

You found it hard to stifle your amusement at his suffering, even as he shot you a teasing scowl for it. “No,” you answer his previous question, trying to ignore his melodramatic display, “believe it or not, things between us actually used to be really… I don’t know—easy, I guess.”

Parker was still smacking his lips to try and rid himself of the cloying aftertaste. “What changed?”

In retrospect, you realized that it probably would have been smarter for you to bite your tongue. To offer him some cheap, cop-out excuse rather than tell him the truth. After all, you already had experience in hiding from the truth and it wasn’t like you really knew Parker, and so lying to him shouldn’t have been a hard task.

Yet, for some reason, you told him the truth anyway.

“Mj happened.”

Parker’s brows furrows. “The girl from last night, right?”

“Yep. That’s the one.”

“Y’know, I don’t really like her all that much,” his words were spoken like a balm, seeking to ease the dejected look etched upon your face, but tinged with enough playful sarcasm for you to know he didn’t actually mean them. “She threw a bread roll at me. A few of them, actually.”

It was hard not to laugh at the thought considering that it was such an Mj thing to do. “Sounds about right,” you crack a smile, although you don't feel particularly happy. “She’s always been slow to trust, especially complete strangers.”

In an odd sort of way, the statement felt like a lie. Not because it actually wasn’t true—because Mj was wary of strangers—but because Parker didn’t quite feel like a stranger in your mind. While last night had been a bit awkward, you now felt like talking to him was effortless, each sentence rolling off your tongue with unnatural ease.

“But she trusts you?” Parker asks, picking a crumb off another one of the pastries and popping it into his mouth.

You sucked in a breath.

“I don’t know,” you answer him, with a bit more honesty than you're comfortable with. “I mean, I know that she used to trust me. But now… I’m not even sure if she likes me anymore.”

His brow snapped up. “What changed?”

Suddenly the truth no longer felt so easy, and you found yourself wishing that you could change the subject altogether. You didn’t want to talk about this—especially not with him, some boy that you had known for less than twenty-four hours.

But you had backed yourself into a corner, and so in an effort to try and satiate whatever interest he had developed in the story you had told, you settled on offering a vague half-truth.

“She started dating Peter,” you tell him simply, putting effort into looking disinterested. “They got together a few months ago and things just… It just got weird, y’know? It’s always awkward when two of your friends get together, I guess. Creates too much drama.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Parker hums, agreeing with you. “Especially when you have feelings for him, right?”

An incomprehensible noise escaped your throat, best categorized as something between a laugh and a cough. Your mouth fell open to try and defend yourself, to try and deny his claim—but he didn’t even give you a chance.

“Oh c’mon!” Parker groans, grinning when he notices the now rosy complexion of your cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I mean, let’s be real here, alright? That whole sugar thing earlier?” He jutted a finger towards Peter’s abandoned iced coffee, “Was a dead giveaway.”

“You’re insane,” You declare, shaking your head and masking your embarrassment with uncomfortable laughter. “I don’t have feelings for Peter—and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter! Regardless of what it’s done to our friendship, Mj is literally perfect for him and-”

“I think it’s cute,” he interrupts, a delicate smile gracing his lips. Noticing the way your brows furrow, he elaborated, “How much you care about him. And how much you care about her, too, since you’re so willing to pretend like you don’t like him.”

“I’m not pretending-”

Parker jokingly cut his eyes. “Yeah, sureee.”

Blowing a frustrated breath, you push yourself up from the barstool. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.” You tell him, far too flustered to try and come up with a good defense to his teasing. “You can take the rest of your donuts to go, Bug-boy.”

There was a subtle shift in his demeanor as the taunting nickname fell from your lips, and he almost felt as though his heart had stopped dead in his chest.

“Fine,” Parker yields, rising to his feet and snagging the box of donuts from the bar. “But I really hope that you have your wallet—cause I definitely don’t have a way to pay for these.” He flashed a crooked smile before continuing, “Or we can just run really fast and hope they don’t call the police on us for stealing pastries.”

“I can’t imagine that robbery would be very good for your reputation as a hero,” you chide sarcastically, your own lips curling into a half-smile, “so I’ll pay—but only if you give me every cruller in that box. Deal?”

Parker spares a quick glance down at the dozen box of donuts in his hands. Half of them were already gone, but through the small cellophane window he could see that there were three frosted crullers left. “Deal.”

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a/n - for those who read IY before the rewrite, you may already be able to note some rather major changes going on lmao. i genuinely can't describe how much i actually enjoy rewriting this story, as i'm finally able to collect my thoughts enough to write the plot the way i originally wanted to.

as always, please leave any feedback, opinions, etc.! any and all comments/reblogs definitely encourage me to write/edit faster! and, if you'd like to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

part three, titled "spitfire", to be released april 15th

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lotus-n-l0ve · 10 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐞

— Peter Parker x Stark!Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When Peter's girlfriend pays him a little visit in Midtown High School and meets his long time bully, Flash Thompson.

☯ WARNINGS : Au, stark!reader, Peter is barely present in the fic, cursing.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. I have been having such a bad writer's block that I couldn't write anything for past few weeks. I'm writing this to, hopefully, get over my writer's block.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The red Saleen S7 car, parked outside of Midtown High School, gaining curious glances from the students and passersby. You wait, sitting on the driver's seat, with your phone in your hand. The past week you were out of the country with your father so you had not seen him for the past seven days and barely got to talk to him.

So when you came back today, you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You came here, all confident, but now you were doubting your choices. Maybe you should just wait till school ends?

Fuck it. You are Y/N Stark, girl. Since when do you get nervous?

You checked yourself last time in the back mirror. Perfect as always. You throw yourself a flying kiss and put on your favourite pair of glasses. The car door opens with a click and you get down. It was not long before you were walking down the halls of Midtown High, making everyone stop what they were doing and gawk at you.

You chuckle in your mind. Of course you loved being the centre of attention. You were Tony Stark's daughter after all. Now there's one problem. You don't know exactly where Peter is. You look around the hall before your eyes fall on a boy, sitting with two girl on each side.

Without any second thoughts, you walk up to him, "Hey, do you know where Peter Parker is?"

Flash tore his eyes from the beautiful girls in his arm to the legs standing in front of him. He raised his eyes to your face. His gaze so disgusting that made you want to throw up.

"Talking to me, angel?" Flash stood up, abandoning the girls.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt of flirting. At least he got the angel part right.

"I asked if you know where Peter Parker is." You deadpan.

"Peter Parker? Oh! You mean penis Parker. What do you need with him? I'm sure I can help you way more than he can." Flash wiggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a suggestive look.

You just stared at him, completely unimpressed and now angered. This pathetic flirt has the audacity to call your baby penis— wait a damn minute. Penis Parker? Something clicked in your mind.

"Are you Flash Thompson?" You ask before you could stop yourself.

Surprise flashed on his face before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

"Wow! I know that I'm famous but not much. Damn!" He said, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his ignorance as you take off your glasses. Folding it and keeping it safely in your hand bag, you step towards him, closing the distance between you two.

"Listen here you little shit." The smirk on his fell at your words, "If I ever hear from Peter that even got anywhere near him, I'll kidnap you, shave off your head, leave you on a deserted island and post your disgusting nudes all over the internet."

"Wh—"

"Shut up and listen." Flash gulped with fear, his face covered in sweat. The menacing aura around you looked scarier than the monster under his bed.

You say while jabbing on his forehead with your pointer finger, "Don't think of him, don't look at him, don't walk on his direction, don't breathe on his direction. Don't go anywhere around my boyfriend. Got it, you failed experiment of a chimpanzee?"

"Y-yes, I....um, I-I..... I under-understand." He nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get away from you.

"Good." You back away, giving him space to finally breathe in relief. Fuck! He didn't know Peter's girlfriend was this scary.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice of your boyfriend called from behind and your demeanour changed like lizards change colours.

"Hey, Pete." You walk up, giving him a quick kiss, "let's go, you are skipping class today. I missed you."

You linked your arm with him and started dragging him out of the school. Peter complied with you because he did miss you a lot too and skipping one day was not going to do any harm on him.

"I missed you a lot." Peter smiled down at you.

You left the school, leaving behind a embarrassed Flash. After you two left did Flash realised the crowd of students circling around him in the hallway. And they were chuckling while looking down at his pants?

Flash looked, "FUCK!"

His blue jeans were now dark blue, water spread on the floor around him. He had peed in his pants. His face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He should not have fucked with Peter.

FUCK!

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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Maguire!Peter: My (y/n) is ranked for top 10 on Pokémon Go.

Garfield!Peter: My (y/n) is top 8 in candy crush

Holland!Peter: My (y/n)’s top 5 on FBI’s most wanted list

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nowayhomer · 2 years

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How about a Tobey!Peter Parker x Female Reader AU where it's Reader who gets bitten by a radioactive spider at the field trip and becomes spider woman or whatever you want to call her. Time skip to college, Tobey!Peter and Reader are together but the relationship is difficult because she cancels last minute or reschedules. He starts to think she's cheating, but finds a clue that makes him put two on two and figure out reader is spider woman, then confronts her afterwards? Thank youuu :)

sorry this took a lot longer than planned, i moved back to uni but hey, i'm here now ! enjoy <3

araneae

Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x spider!reader , tobey!peter x fem!reader

Ⅱ. GENRE not really angst ?, fluff ending, au where you are a spider-powered hero named araneae and peter is just peter.

Ⅲ. WARNINGS minor usage of mature language, a minor depiction of injury

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 1,4k

your spider bite grossly itched; the two punctures were still rouged from when you first got your powers. you tried to look away but the injury was hypnotic. your thoughts were thrown back to high school and the infamous oscorp field trip.

there you were, standing behind peter parker, the school photographer. you were a columnist for the midtown high newspaper, a bit too mesmerised by your colleague. you watched peter focus his lens on one of the spiders, barely catching something about a spider taken for experimentation. it wasn’t long after that you felt two sharp needles in your hand, you shook the spider off and watched it crawl away.

the arachnid was not the only thing that had crawled away from you, your whole life seemed to be slipping through your fingers. you barely spent time with your best friends, and your grades had fallen from the pristine record you kept throughout high school to dangerous expulsion waters at esu. the worst part was the way your heart ached every time you would see peter wait for you in another restaurant, but you were too busy being a superhero to make the time for him. it was pathetic, you were finally dating your long-time crush and there was a thread worth of actual dates in what should have been a fully knit relationship sweater.

peter couldn’t believe what was happening to him. he sat alone and munched on a garlic breadstick in anger, sinking in his seat. this was the 27th failed date since he started dating you eight months ago and for the past six attempts in a row, he found himself in the same situation. he was internally punching himself for thinking anything would work out for him of all people. peter’s home life was filled with stress and just when he thought his escape to college would be fruitful, he met you. well, he had always known who you were; the quiet student who would rather die than get outside of her circle, but when he finally started talking to you in the hallways of the dorm hall in freshman year, he just clicked with you instantly. the friendship was a gift, the relationship, however, seemed to be another burden on peter parker’s shoulders.

peter walked to central park, watching his reflection ripple pitifully from the bow bridge. if fate dealt hands to everyone, it seemed to make sure peter would always lose the game. he sighed, thinking about why you could have possibly left him again. what if you were busy ? no, you’d let him know beforehand about your availability. what if you got sick ? no, he’d see you miss classes. what was the one reason that had you hiding and escaping him ? the worst thought of them all made him go dizzy. what if you were cheating on him ?

peter was going rounds through the park, thinking of all the memories he had with you and it put into perspective how turbulent your relationship had been, especially surrounding a certain hero.

peter had called you to meet him in front of the daily bugle to walk to times square where he would show you his pictures of araneae on the big screen. it had felt as if you came the second he ended the call. the whole walk to times square, peter carried the conversation and talked about the superhero he took pictures of. he didn’t catch it before, but you were silent and smiling as if you were a pendulum joining and leaving his attention. when you finally joined the conversation, you commented about how you heard about araneae using glass shards to attack kraven, you called it ‘inventive combat.’ peter thought the memory would help him focus on how unfocused you were around him, but his brain was wired to the details. how did you know about the fight with kraven at all ? the paper hadn’t been printed yet and he was the only spectator. peter didn’t catch it before because he was too excited about taking you to see his pictures.

peter rolled back through his memory drive, trying to picture every detail.

on a rare occasion, you had been able to make a date. you had seemed tense, the whole seven minutes you had been there having been spent looking out the window nervously, like being in the same room with peter made you anxious. in his mind, he thought your behaviour was because he could confront you about cheating on him at any moment, but he couldn’t focus on anything before the fight. before you had even gotten your drinks, the windows looking out to the streets had burst and everything felt like slow motion. the shards rained like cascading diamonds; every time they caught the light he was blinded. he turned to where you were crouched but you had vanished into thin air. araneae jumped in front of him, rapidly shooting webs to hold the scorpion to the wall. the hero yelled at peter, “get out of here now !” peter was frozen, still looking for you. “i can’t go, my girlfriend, y/n, i can’t find her.” he scoured the room frantically. araneae had told peter that you were fine and to hurry out. peter waited outside from a safe distance, praying you’d come back to him. araneae had left the scene after knocking scorpion unconscious. you had come out of the bathroom with cuts and bruises a minute after araneae left.

peter had to take a seat on a bench nearby to collect himself. he rethought every moment with you; during every missed date, there happened to be another villain running loose with araneae trying to stop them.

how could he not have caught it before ? your insane reflexes, the way a cut would disappear the next day, how you always knew to pull peter out of danger before anything happened.

you were araneae.

you climbed onto the fire escape, clutching your eye with its ripe wound. you wiped your bleeding nose with your sleeve and grimaced when you felt the liquid soak through, feeling both cold and warm against your skin. you took a long shower to wash off the grime that built up from your fight against kraven. when you stepped out of the shower and were met with your bedroom door hitting your wall when it was forced open. peter ran in, gasping for air with his tie barely in a knot. “i know.” he stood upright, looking towards you for a reaction, his sight instantly moving to your swollen eye. peter walked to you in a hurry, holding your face in his hands, softly brushing his finger over your wound. he quickly pulled away when he heard you hiss in pain. “i fell… in the shower. just slipped and my face hit the tub, it’s a funny story actually,”

“y/n, i’m not an idiot, give me some credit.”

“what are you talking about ?”

“you’re araneae.”

hearing the confrontation was not on your bingo card; it was the most unexpected thing to happen and you fought animal-themed supervillains all week. “peter, be rational. how could i possibly be a superhero ? i definitely don’t have the time for that with esu, and the newspaper, you know me.”

“y/n, you can be honest with me.” you took a deep breath and let yourself spill your emotions. “i’m sorry. i didn’t tell you because you have enough on your plate, always taking care of aunt may and uncle ben, working to help pay for your rent and their rent, being a stem major– i can't have you be worried about me.” peter was still holding your face, the smile he wore gifted you a second surprise for the night. “y/n, you being a superhero isn’t a burden to me. what happens in my life, i’m perfectly fine with it, but being with you always made my day, even if you didn’t show up most days because you’re out saving the day. i was so scared before i realised… i thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore, that was the real burden.” he chuckled. “wow, my girlfriend is a fucking superhero.” he said breathlessly, kissing you. you laughed with him, “yeah, i am.” you pulled out an extra mask you had sewn and let it cover your face. you turned away from peter, offering him the space on your back, “let me take you out for a swing.” peter climbed onto your back, “lead the way araneae.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter au #tobey!peter parker au #tobey maguire x reader #marvel fic #aurigaupdates

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supercap2319 · 6 months

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Y/N walked towards the living room, where his boyfriend and his two Doppelgängers were watching TV. Their eyes were glued to the screen, until Y/N came into the room. "Oh, hey, Y/N. What's up?"

"I need some advice and you guys will tell me the truth right?"

"Of course." Peter one said.

"The truth about what?" Peter two asked.

Instead of answering, Y/N turned around and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to reveal a pink g string over his lower regions. He shook his ass in their collective faces, as he innocently asked: "Be honest. Does this pink g string make me look fat? Does it make my ass look too big?"

All three Peter Parkers could do was just stare at the pink string inside the crack of Y/N's ass as they desperately wanted to see the full package of his newly acquired underwear.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #petee Parker x male reader #peter 2 #peter 3 #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #tom holland #spiderman #no way home #Spiderman x male reader

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xspeter · 8 months

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JUST BARELY

peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis - fall is the best season.

“peter.”

“yeah baby?”

“it’s fall.”

usually, when the two of you first wake up, the first thing out of your mouth is a, “good morning baby,” so this is slightly unusual.

“what d’ya mean?” he asks, voice husky with remnants of sleep.

“it’s fall. like… like leaves changing color, weather getting chillier, pumpkin spice latte… fall.” you say excitedly.

peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “okay..?”

you scoff and immediately sit up, your sudden movement causing the fuzzy blanket to fall from peters chest. he’s immediately met by a sudden cold brush of air and his arms instinctively wrap around his body to try and savor any warmth that you had selfishly stolen from him.

“what do you mean ‘okay’? it’s fall! the best time of the year!” you say excitedly. “this is the only time of year where it’s acceptable to wear crew necks and cardigans! and- and haunted houses are opening and pumpkin patches! and we can make those cute little halloween cookies you get at walmart! oh my gosh and i almost forgot about halloween! i love halloween!” you ramble.

peter smiles warmly at you, finding your rant amusing. you two had gotten together back in feburary, so he had no idea you loved autumn this much.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you loved fall more than you love me.” peter teases.

your eyebrows furrow and you pretend to think for a minute before you shrug, “well,” you say, “fall is about here,” you explain, putting your hand right in front of your chest, “and you are around… here!” you put your other hand a tiny bit lower than the first, and peter gasps at frantically throws his head back.

you giggle at peters dramatics, but suddenly your pulled on top of peter as he tickles you in retaliation.

“peter- peter stop!” you laugh, but your pleas fall on deaf ears.

peter ignores you and continues tickling up your sides. your laugh music to his ears.

“peter- peter- wait!” you gasp out, finally finding the strength to pull yourself away from him.

peters eyebrows furrow and a concerned look washes over his face. “what’s wrong?” he questions, his chocolate brown eyes looking into yours. his expression is nothing but pure love, and suddenly, you really do think you’ve found something you love just a little more than fall.

“i just love you.” you mumble.

peters lips crack into a small grin and he leans in and kisses you softly.

“more than fall?” he asks a against your lips.

you sigh dramatically, “just barely.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #spider man #fluff #fall #autumn #marvel #ilovefall #really fluffy

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petersoftparker · 3 months

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Medical Assistance needed?

Spider-Man x Civillian!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, gagging, concussion

The only thing you knew for sure waking up, was that you probably have a concussion. Your eyes weren’t even open yet, but nausea made you gag immediately. “Oh shit, fuck okay” Peter panicked, rolling you onto your side. It took a few minutes of you doing breathing exercises for the feeling that you were about to throw up to pass.

“I’m gonna get us out of this, I promise” You laughed a little in disbelief, but still smiled at Peter reaching out beside you to squeeze his wrist. You didn’t know if it helped him at all, but It gave you some comfort feeling the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. “Don’t be a hero Peter.” You sucked in a breath before continuing “Not your fault we’re in this mess. Who knows maybe they just got the wrong people and they’ll let us go".

Peter sighed, not bothering to contradict you. You both knew that it was unlikely.

He repeated himself, trying to will himself to be as convincing as possible for you “It’s my job, I am going to get you out of here”. The statement making you pause before hesitantly asking “Your job? What are you talking about”.

“I’m your protector.” “Sorry, what?” You didn’t quite know if you heard him correctly, the ringing in your ears hadn’t fully gone away yet. You squinted giving him a quick once-over.

Peter had to take his wrist away, already regretting it as he did it. He occupied himself with ripping the bottom part of his shirt off to use a makeshift tourniquet for his leg while explaining “I was chosen by the Avengers, my duty is to protect you at all costs.”

“Don't wanna be mean but just gotta point out the obvious; you can’t do a pull-up."

He nervously smiled, still staring down at his lap “Surprise! I’m actually a superhero.”

He could tell you were one second away from freaking out about his previous statement, but the door was slammed open before you could. Peter wasn’t caught off guard but you unfortunately didn’t have the same abilities that Peter did. The loud noise and sudden light making you flinch away. Peter shifted his body, trying to give you a chance to adjust to the light and making a barrier between you and the villain.

The Villain cocked his head, smirk on her face. “Cute. Not effective, but cute.” Peter glared silently.

“Look, she doesn’t have anything to do with this. Leave her be and I can give you what you want.”

“And what is it exactly, that you think I want?” The Villain questioned, raising her eyebrow.

Before Peter could answer, someone else walked into the room. Peter noticed that they looked a bit panicked, speaking to the villain in a low tone eyes casted downward.

“Sir, Iron-Man has been seen on the perimeter”

“So deal with it.”

Silence overtook the room as the henchmen made no move to leave, before Villain sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let me guess. You don’t know how.” With a nervous nod from henchmen, Villain snapped “You are incompetent. Fine, I’ll take care of it.”

She stormed out, swinging the door shut behind her. She didn’t notice the web attached to the handle, which allowed Peter to keep the door cracked open secretly.

“Okay, I’m sorry but we really got to get going. Can you stand?” When you didn’t answer right away he looked over at you to check if you were still awake, your dazed eyes meeting his. Dread pitted at the bottom of his stomach. His tone softened calling out your name quietly. He reached out cupping the back of your head, silently assessing for any major wounds. You responded, throwing a thumbs-up in the air quickly before dropping your hand on the ground “Mhmm, course I can stand. We gotta go?”

“Yep, we gotta go. We need to get away from the villains remember? Alright, here we go. Nice and easy.” He kneeled beside you for a moment, to slide one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. Once the hold felt stable, he slowly stood up. You gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. You squirmed, pushing a hand weakly at his chest “Let go. ‘m fine.”

He scoffed at your definition of ‘fine’ but offered a simple “Just relax honey, I’ve got you. We’re gonna go home now.” His grip tightened around you when you took his instructions very literally.

He could hear numerous heartbeats in the building, but since Iron-man’s arrived the number has been steadily dropping. He breathed out in relief and got to work. It was interesting to say the least, most of his missions he didn’t have a running commentary as he fought. “I’m so serious Peter. Listen to me. Why would you hide your abs from the world. Y’should fight the evil people without a shirt. Sometimes.” His cheeks flushed muttering under his breath “Oh my god, we need medical assistance right now”.

“Hate the little evil freaks. Not cool… Its like Luke yaknow. Would never do that to you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at you to ask “You would never do what to me?” He assumed you meant Luke Skywalker, but he was having trouble connecting the dots on where your mind went with the last part of your sentence. He was proven correct about his Star Wars guess when you forcefully grabbed his hand that was around your shoulders. “If I’m ever evil, I’ll let you keep this.” “Oh. Thank you.”

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