#tsam! peter

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Late Night Visit

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary: While insomnia takes over you, a visitor decides to drop by. Literally.

A/N: I was watching The Amazing Spider-Man and Andrew Garfield got me all kicking my feet and giggly hehehe. also, i didn't want this to be too long so there will be a part 2.

Sleep was evading you again and it's pissing you off. For the past few days, you've been struggling to sleep at a reasonable time. Melatonin wasn't even helping and you were ready to lose it.

So you're just sitting in the dark, staring at the wall when you heard a loud THUD at your window.

You shoot up, grabbing the bat you keep by your bed. You slowly creep over to the window, pulling back the curtain and looking out.

"Holy shit!" you place the bat down and open your window, "Spiderman? You okay?" you lean out and see the web-slinging superhero clutching his side. There's a gash and you see blood, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Spiderman is bleeding on my fire escape! Fuck!" you climb out and help him sit up.

"Ow ow ow ow!" he exclaims, causing you to freak out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Let's-Let's just stay like this for a while," he says as he's trying to even out his breathing.

"So, uh, rough night?" you ask, feeling awkward as hell because what do you even say to a superhero that's bleeding out in front of you?

He chuckles, "Yeah, guess you can say that," he clears his throat, "Is it okay if I use your bathroom and clean up?"

"Oh, uh, yeah."

You help him to his feet, hopping inside your room first to gently guide him in. He stumbles forward with a wince, and you catch him before he falls. He mumbles out a 'thanks' and then follows you to your bathroom.

He leans against the sink counter as you fish out the first aid kit under your sink, "Thanks. Um, do you happen to have a thread and needle?"

You nod, "Yeah, but I'm not stitching you up. If I even attempt to, I'll throw up. Like, no joke, I don't think I can-"

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I wasn't gonna ask you to. You've done enough for me already." You nod again, moving out of the bathroom to find your sewing kit. When you find it, you hand it to Spiderman, who gives you a nod of thanks, "Seriously, this means a lot. You didn't have to do this."

You shrug, "You do your best to keep all of us safe. This is me returning the favor."

"Thank you. Is it okay if I," he gestures to the door and you back up.

"Yeah, of course. Take your time."

You turn around when the door shuts and you go to your kitchen. You're up and awake, might as well make him some food or something.

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Twenty minutes later, you're plating up some mac and cheese when you heard a crash in the bathroom. You immediately rush over and open the door to reveal a maskless Spiderman.

Both of you are frozen, staring at each other in shock for what feels like ten minutes until you're turning around, hands over your eyes, "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I HEARD A CRASH AND I WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OKAY! I'M SORRY!"

Spiderman is rushing over to you, "Woah, woah, woah! Hey, relax! It's fine. It's fine, you can look." You know he's standing in front of you, hands on your shoulders. You're still covering your eyes and he chuckles, "Seriously, it's okay."

Your hands slowly lower and you properly take in the man before you. His face is a little beaten up. His eyes are brown and he has dark brown hair. He's...very attractive.

He softly smiles, "Hi."

"Hi, uh, Spiderman."

"Well now that you've seen my face..my name's Peter."

"How are you so trusting with your identity?" you can't help but ask, "I can easily tell the world who Spiderman is."

"You don't look like someone who' do that."

You cross your arms over your chest, "Looks can be deceiving."

"Are you gonna tell the world who I am?"

"...no."

He grins at you, "Then I'm okay." He lifts up his fist and you fist bump it with a smile. He then goes back to the bathroom, cleaning everything up.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up, by the way," he says shyly, as he throws the bloody gauzes into the trash.

"I was awake anyway," you reply with a shrug. When he gives you a questioning look, you add, "I've been suffering from insomnia lately."

"Ah," he nods in understanding, "I get that way sometimes too."

"So, um, I made you some food...if you're hungry."

"You didn't have-"

"It's fine. Really. Gave me something to do. But don't expect much. It's just mac and cheese."

He smiles brightly, "I love mac and cheese."

"Cool."

Peter follows you to the kitchen were you have a bowl of mac and cheese waiting for him alongside a glass of water and some painkillers.

"You're the amazing for this, seriously," he downs a few painkillers and immediately digs into his food.

You snort, "Did you not eat before you went out to fight crime?"

"I did, but it takes a lot out of you, okay?" he says as he shovels another spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth.

Twenty minutes of eating and chatting go by and Peter has enough energy to get back home.

With his mask back on, he's out on your fire escape again, "I just realized, I never got your name."

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, thanks a bunch for helping you. I'll see you around."

"You're welcome. Stay safe out there."

He gives you a salute and proceeds to jump off the fire escape. A web shoots onto a lamp post and he's swinging away, "GOOD NIGHT!"

You're waving even though he probably couldn't see you.

You close your window, locking it shut. You're body suddenly feels heavy. You plop yourself onto your bed and pull the blankets over you. Sleep finally comes to you.

#peter parker x reader #tsam!peter parker x reader #tsam!spiderman #marvel

[callmebennett]

Harry rambling in his beautiful flower dress, and Peter hopelessly in love with him.

#parksborn #harry osborn #peter parker #Tsam 2 #The amazing Spider-Man #dudes in love

[justalitlecreacher]

Every single time I see “Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man was great but he was ‘too cool’ as Peter” it make me so genuinely annoyed b/c it’s been 10 years find a new reason to hate on tasm for the love of god

#AND ITS WRONG TOO #YOIR JUST COMPERING HIM TO TOBEY INSTEAD OF THE ACTUAL COMICS #THAT HAVE DEPICTED PETER AS COOL #IDK IF THIS WAS B4 TSAM CAME OUT BUT PETE HAS BEEN A CEO OF A MAJOR TECH COMPANY #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ACTORS AND WRITERS BE FLEXIBLE #GOD

[luveline]

Hi Jade!!! I love, love, love your writing. I was wondering if you could write something for Tsam Peter x reader where reader has a concussion and Peter is just generally super sweet about taking care of them? I have a concussion right now and I feel like he would be so sweet about it. If not feel free to ignore this, love you!!! <3

i love u!! fem!reader, 1k

You’re shivering again. Peter looks up from his book suspiciously, squinting at the curve of your where you’re laying on his couch. He should let you rest —you’re allowed to sleep with a concussion, despite what some might think— but he doesn’t like the shivering. It’s weird. 

“I'm coming, baby,” he says, standing up from the armchair to situate himself by your hips. 

Peter pulls the blankets more firmly to your chin. “Are you cold, bub?” he asks. It might appear that he’s talking to you while you’re still sleeping, but the smile you give when he talks proves otherwise. 

“No,” you force out in a mumble. 

“Are you sure?” 

It takes you some time to think about it. Your body’s been thrown for a loop since you hurt yourself, but you’re healing nicely, and your mental stamina is yards better than it had been. Peter asked you yesterday if you wanted a kiss and you couldn’t answer him for a full minute, and when you did it was an uncoordinated lift of your chin. You’re still in there, still his girl, just mildly incapacitated for the time being. 

“I might be,” you decide. 

Peter grabs a throw from under the coffee table and shakes it out over your arms and shoulders. “There. Need a drink?” 

“Do you?” you ask. 

“What?” 

“You’re asking me lots of questions,” you say, slowly, quietly, but not without character. “I thought I’d ask one back.” 

“I don’t need anything.” He tilts his head to align your faces, leaning in, not quite close enough to kiss you. 

“You look very serious right now, Spider-Man.” 

He glares for show. “So serious.” 

“Sorry I can’t really make you a drink.” 

Peter wipes the glare. “I’m sorry you got hurt. I don’t care that you can’t be my serf right now. When you’re better I’m gonna work you twice as hard, that’s all.” 

You raise a tired hand to his jaw. You’re extra careful to offset your wonky hand, stroking a clumsy but tender line from his ear to his chin. “Can you help me up?” 

Peter doesn’t question you. You’ve been recovering for a few days (he hasn’t realised before your injury that some people can take months to get better after a head injury, even without blood clots or fractures) and he’s not felt the urge to baby you beyond waiting on your every whim and want. If you’d like to sit up, that’s okay. The only thing he’d insist on is getting enough sleep at night, and thats something you’ll do happily. 

“Can I give you a hug?” he asks, his eyebrows pinching up at their starts. “I hate seeing you shiver, it makes me sad.” 

“Makes you sad?”

He squeezes your elbow where the blankets have fallen down. “Is that surprising?” 

You want to trade jokes with him but you can’t summon a retort, and your smile quickly fades. It can’t be nice, feeling a shade of yourself. Peter’s heart aches for you twice. 

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he says, slipping his arms under yours, encouraging you to wrap your own behind his head or let them rest behind his shoulders. He loves hugging you like this, almost lifting you, spider strength begging to be used as you sigh and settle into place against him. You feel a little like a shell of yourself, not quite quick with touches, fingertips twitching against his shoulder blade as he nuzzles his face against yours unabashed. “There you are. Where’d you go, huh? I was about to send out the search party.” 

“I’m right here.” 

“Yeah you are. Lucky me, right? Luckiest guy in the world.” 

You sigh happily beside his ear, your face pitching slowly downward until it’s pressing against the curve of his neck, your arms slipping down his front as you run out of energy. He doesn’t mind, bundling you up with no intention of letting you go. 

“How do you feel?” he asks. 

“Still fuzzy, like… it’s like we’re talking to each other through a screen door.” 

“Do you need something? Or want something? I’ll get you anything.” 

“I’m fine.” 

He lets out a sorry sigh. He wishes you’d want something, god knows he’d love to put a smile on your face. If you were feeling better you might ask him to go and get you something for dinner from across the city, or beg him to find you a bunch of flowers (which he’s always willing to buy). But sick, you ask for nothing. You just lay on the couch and wait to get better. Peter doesn’t think it’s super fair. 

“I’m sorry you’re not better yet,” he murmurs, his lips drifting down to your temple, which he kisses weakly, the barest brush of his lips. “Wish I could take it from you.” 

“I’ll be okay soon.” 

“I know you will, but I still wish I could take it. It’s shitty.” 

You think about this for a while. “It’s not shitty,” you work out finally, hand curling against his waist in a tired display of affection. “I have the… best boyfriend ever looking after me.” 

“I’ll be here until you’re better, you know that.” 

“I know.” 

Peter ushers you back and lifts your blankets, slotting himself next to you with a careful arm held behind your back. You show some surprising excitement at the offering of a cuddle and work under his arm, shuffling down the couch to leave you both laying on the same cushion, blankets uneven but warm over your chests. “You should probably go back to sleep,” he says. 

“Nap with me?” you ask, endearingly hopeful. 

He turns his face, intending on drawing lines into your cheek with the tip of his nose until you either fall asleep or can’t take it anymore. “Sure, baby. I bet you’re exhausted, huh? Let’s sleep.” 

He falls asleep before you, breathing snores into your cheek. You have enough wits about you to laugh, and then you fall asleep, too. 

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Too Close For Comfort

--genre + trope: collegeAU! hurt/comfort, angst, sfw (safe for work)

--pairing: tsam!peter parker x gn!reader

--word count: 1.1k

--author's note: FIRST FIC! WE UP!!!

--gif credits: @peachyspaceslvt

Tuesday, October 19 

The late-night air feels crisp during the height of fall. Summer had faded away along with the memories of weekend trips with Peter dancing around in your mind. It had become easier to fall asleep while waiting by your windowsill for your masked hero, but never flawless. You look out of your window to see the gleaming lights of the city reflect back into your eyes. “Every light is another story, another life”, you think to yourself. Trying to distract yourself until Peter comes home is not easy, considering your eyes are threatening to close. You’re dozing off when you hear the groaning of the metal from the fire escape. Your eyes snap open at the familiar sound.

His gloved hand reaches for his dirty mask, the familiar shit-eating grin on his features, “Good Morning, sweetheart.” He’s being a smartass. 

“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” you retort back. You back up from the window as he lets himself into your shared apartment. Your eyes dance across his familiar figure, and that is when you notice a limp in his step as he walks towards you. Turning on a light to confirm your speculations, your eyes lock onto a scarlet red footprint marking your wood floors. “Peter,” your voice comes out in a hushed whisper, “W-what happened?” 

Peter turns, studying his own footprint marking the floors, he chuckles, “Nothing.” Your eyes flick from the mark on the floor back to where he stood, trying to figure out where the blood was coming from. Your gaze locks onto the torn flesh on the left side of his abdomen. Your eyes widen in shock. Rushing towards him, he frowns in defeat. 

“This!” You point at his sides, “This is nothing?” You snap. 

“It’s fine,” his voice comes out flat as he tries to brush past you. 

Trying to reason with him, “In what world is this considered ‘fine’, Peter?” You continue to follow him around the room. Making occasional stops at the kitchen cabinets as you collect supplies to patch him up. 

“In my world, this comes with the job! You wouldn’t understand, sweetheart.”

You stop in your tracks, as you digest the words he barked out. 

He notices the sudden shift in your demeanor and takes a step towards you. You take a step back. “(Y/N), wait-” 

“No, it’s fine,” You raise your hand in defeat, “Since I wouldn’t understand, I’ll leave you to it,” Shoving the supplies into his arms as you walk away. The deafening silence was almost too loud for him to bask in. He winces as he hears the bedroom door slam shut. He can’t move, paralyzed where he stands in the dimly lit kitchen. The thoughts of the moments prior swim around in his mind. A sharp stinging pain pulls him out of his transfixed state. He groans out of annoyance, along with his wound, the weight of his own words ignite a new pain in his chest. 

In their dimly lit bedroom, your glimmering eyes reflect the same city lights you were distracting yourself with not even an hour prior. You’re thinking of the moments that led up to this pointless argument. Thinking back if the dispute was even worth it. Your mind is swallowed by the never-ending spiral of your own thoughts when a faint knock at the door pulls you from the abyss that is your mind. You rise from the comfort of the mattress albeit still smelling like last night's events. 

Opening the door, you’re met with a pale-faced Peter, coated in a sheen layer of sweat. He’s leaning against the doorframe, clearly doubling in pain. He’s still wearing that stupid smirk, the same one he wore earlier. His eyes are half-open, lidded in exhaustion. Muttering a repeated ‘I’m sorry’ before his knees buckle and his broad frame collapses straight into your arms dropping the supplies at your feet. 

Your knees wobble as the weight of your neighborhood Spider-Man nearly crushes you as you lug his unconscious frame towards your bed. Laying him on his back she reels away to assess the situation. Fuck…His suit’s still on. Trying to peel down his suit while he’s passed out is not an easy task. The suit sticking to his damp skin due to the dirt and sweat caked on from his outing earlier that night making it harder than needed. 

You managed to get the suit lower than the injury still bleeding at his side. Quickly you stand, making your way to the abandoned items on the floor. Running them back to Peter as quickly as possible, your hands shake as you drop and sort the things on the bed beside him. You pour the rubbing alcohol onto a washcloth and carefully begin cleaning the perimeter of his wound. His body jolts under your working hands and a small hiss of pain is heard from his lips. His breath comes out as shallow gasps as you continue to work. You look up at him and his mouth is moving, but you can’t hear anything. Your gaze falls back onto the task at hand without hesitation, not knowing that Peter has been mumbling faint apologies this entire time. 

There is more movement coming from him as you continue to work, catching your attention. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.” 

Yet your hands don’t falter at the words, too zoned in on the task at hand. “We’ll talk about it later, just let me help you,” You whisper. The only noise gracing your ears are the sounds of his shallow breaths and the hammer of your own heart in your ears. 

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean to snap I just-” 

Tears begin to form on your lash line, “Peter please,” You beg, “Just let me help you right now.” You glance up at the man through your lashes, He frowns, but he continues to let you work as you finish cleaning the outside of the injury. You grab the small bottle of antibacterial salve, “It’s going to feel cold.” 

Getting a small amount of the paste on your hand you slowly begin to rub it across the laceration. “Fuck,�� He groans out of discomfort. You continue to work the remedy around the skin before grabbing the gauze and medical wrap. 

You sniff and clear your throat before asking him, “C-can you sit up a little?” He slowly sits up and his muscles tense under your hands. After laying the gauze, you begin to wrap his abdomen. As you finish your work, that’s when you realize how close you two are. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look up at him, finding his gaze already melting into yours. Both eyes not threatening to stray from one another, but actually doing the opposite. His gaze softened as a form of an unspoken apology.  

--author's note: what were last night's events??? what are tonight's events???? don't forget to like, reblog, and comment!!! love you bye.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #andrew garfield peter parker #college au #hurt/comfort #sfw #marvel #angst #light angst #gn reader #tasm!peter oneshot #oneshot #reader insert #sassy peter #first fic

[donald4spiderman]

could you,,,,,possibly write,,,,,,telling tsam Peter you’re pregnant,,,,,or him as a dad,,,,,

EXPECTING THE UNEXPECTED

tasm!peter x fem!reader blurb

tw: mentions of sex and pregnancy, not proofread

PLEASE REBLOG

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THE SHORT, WHITE STICK STARED BACK AT YOU, two bright pink lines shifting your entire world. You’re pregnant. Fuck.

You and Peter have been steady for five years, but you never expected to get pregnant before you were married. You’ve been on birth control your entire relationship, but sometimes that isn’t enough.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!” you groan to yourself. “Fuck. I need to call Peter.”

You scramble to dial his number. The line rings once before he answers.

“Hey, baby. Is everything all right?” he asks, tone sweet, reminding you how lucky you are to be in this situation with him. He’s so loving and supportive—you know you’ll never have to worry about disappointing him.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s all good,” you hum, “could you just, uh, get home as soon as possible. You don’t have to worry. I’ll just explain it to you when you get here. Just, can you please come home.”

“I’ll be right there. Hold tight, baby,” Peter says, easing your worries.

“Thank you. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You suddenly overwhelmed by intense emotions. You’re pregnant. There’s a child inside of you that’s going to grow and they’re your responsibility now. You want to keep the baby: Peter and you are in love with a stable income, you could provide them with a good life. It dawns on you just how much your world will change.

You hear the jingle of Peter’s key twisting into to the door knob.

“I’m home,” he exclaims, beckoning you to the living room.

“Hey,” you breath, face flushed.

“Hi,” he smiles, bending down to place a kiss on your forehead, “what’s going on in your pretty mind?”

“I-I just-I’m-here!” you place the pregnancy test firmly in his palm, tears welling in your eyes.

Peter gawks down at you, “Y-you’re...”

You nod, “Yes. I’m sorry.” You begin to sub uncontrollably into his chest. You don’t know if you’re extra emotional because your pregnant, but Peter doesn’t care. He rubs a soothing hand on your back.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” you glance up at him with teary eyes, “this is great—I’ve always wanted to be a dad.”

“R-really?”

“Yes,” he smiles, “I love you so much, (Y/N). I’ve always dreamt about spending my life with you. We’ve been together for years, it’s not bad timing to start a family now.”

“You’re not upset?” you sniffle, “it’s just so unexpected and I—“

Peter stops your worrying by placing a gentle kiss onto your lips, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, baby. I love you, and I already love our baby, okay? You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you say, hugging him tightly, thankful for having the best man in the world as your boyfriend.

“You’re gonna be an even better mom—the best mom. Our baby is so lucky to have you.”

“I love you,” you repeat.

“I love you more.”

requests are open!!!!

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[veawrites]

❀ pairing- tsam!peter Parker x fem!reader

❀ summary-y/n teases Peter a bit

❀ includes- fluff//smut (thigh riding) (dominate Peter)

❀ a/n- I just felt like posting a little something ♡︎

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Y/n had known Peter was spider man for a while now, he was absolutely awful at hiding things from her so she figured out right away. The first sign is that he hated being away from her yet he started staying out Later and would come to her house dirty or tired. Now y/n waits up every night leaving her window open for Peter to climb inside, even though sometimes she’s asleep he still comes in and sits with her.

Y/n was broke from her thoughts when Peter climbed through her window covered in back residua and cuts from whatever he had gotten himself into tonight. She got up moving over to him when he took his mask off she wasn’t surprised to see cuts and bruises all over his fragile face. She placed her hand on his cheek sliding in down. “What have you gotten yourself into Peter” she whispers her hand still on his cheek. “I have to protect this town y/n, no one else will” he says pulling her hand off his cheek while dragging himself to her bed slamming down onto it.

“I know but why does it have to be you, why can’t someone else fight” she says running to her powder room to retrieve some bandaids and cleaner for his cuts. “No one else cares they only care about what they can get out of you” Peter says fighting back a squeal as she puts the cleaner onto his face cleaning his cuts up. She climbed onto his lap with either leg on his side while whipping the blood off his face. “I’m so sorry this happened to you Pete” y/n says as he flinches in pain making her move further into her pressing her core into his member.

“I’m so sorry Pete I didn’t-“ y/n starts while he leans in and puts his lips on to hers moving her hips back and forth on his lap causing little moans to escape her lips. “Always gotta tease me hm” he says moving your hips a little faster “no but your cuts we can’t now with them untreated” you say and he grabs your hands and kisses them “what I wanna do only involves you laying down and letting me eat that pretty Pussy of yours” he says standing up with your legs wrapped around him and laying you down on the bed yanking your pants off revealing your white lace panties “can’t wait to taste you” he says pulling them down with his teeth and stuffing them into his back pocket then leaning back down to your pussy licking your folds “Shit Peter oh my” you moan out and he sticks his tongue into your entrance “Peter I can’t” you moan and he keeps going “sit still or I’ll stop” he says and you can’t help but buck your hips and he quits all action and sits back up staring at you

“Peter you can’t do that” you say with a stern tone “can’t do what sweetheart” he says sitting there innocently “Peter just let me” you say sitting up and sitting on his thigh “you wanna ride my thigh?” He asks “yes” you say kissing him and he flexed his thigh under you making you jump in pleasure

You dragged your pussy across his smooth thigh moaning out in pleasure as you move a little more causing yourself to squirt all over Peter thigh “Pete oh my god” you say holding his shoulders “that feel good baby?” He says “yes..” you say and he just giggles

#peter parker smut #peter parker

[jangofctts]

kinda wanna write a rick flag or tsam!peter parker fic 🫣

#keida chats

[psychedelic-ink]

Fmk!! Javi peña, dieter & tsam peter!!

Everyone out here wanting me to murder my favorite bois--

fuck: javier pena

marry: tasm!peter (I love this man no matter who I'm currently obsessed with. He's the one.)

kill: this is the second time I killed Dieter and I feel so bad because I love him

join the sleepover !

#mail.💌 #spontaneous sleepover !

[rosenecklaces]

The way that all my childhood otps have in some degree the Elriel formula im-

Flora and Helia from Winx club? Flower badass kind girl and quiet artistic boy with big braincels, both obsessed with the other ( they fell at first sight so), biracial (she's latina and im sure helia was asian? or hinted to be),height difference also blue x pink...the A+ formula

Draculaura and Clawd from MH? friends to lovers, both caring and loving eachother so damn hard, opposites atract/and still understanding eachother well, also biracial couple ( in the irl and MH universe sense of the world), height difference

Anakin and Padme from star wars? forbidden love, friends to lovers, kind but badass woman and obsessed morally gray men, light x dark aesthetic,height difference

Ino and chikamaru from naruto? this two aren't canon ( I love temari but...my chikaino heart was crushed) but served shadow quiet boy x mental powers and gardener girl, friends to ĺovers, light x dark, mutual understanding even tought their so different

I saw one movie of Phantom of the opera from the 90s and,im sorry, but Christine could've stayed with him and I wouldn't be mad bc the chemistry was THAT strong there, anyways i saw that one and loved them sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ Singing going on for obvious reasons,man obsessed ( like...wheww), light x dark, he haves scars (well duh), naive/soft woman x dark/mysterious man, there's a third party...with long redish hair mind you (christine stronger than me I would let the phantom destroy lives and be with him as his ~precious~ idc)

Giselle and Erick from Enchanted? Grumpy serious man x kind sunshine girl, blue x pink, friends to lovers, the fact she was gonna marry other man but how the turntables-, mutual understanding despite being different chef kiss

Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy (tsam but comics also) ? Friends to lovers, he doesn't feel worthy of her but she keeps choosing him<3, kind of forbidden since most time there's something/someone breaking them up also how they live different lifes but they get eachother so well...yeah (missing Gwen from tasm hours)

#elriel #im sure theres more but those are the ones that make me say #mhmmm so this is a pattern #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger

[whiskeyswriting]

Characters/Fandoms I Write For

{ This list includes characters I have already written for and hoping to write about in the future. The list will be updated accordingly as I restart my writings. }

| Criminal Minds |

| DC Comics/DCEU |

Batman: The Animated Series

DCEU’s Clark Kent/Superman

Gotham’s Jim Gordon

Gotham’s Edward Nygma

Gotham’s Oswald Cobblepott

Smallville’s Lex Luthor

| Divergent |

Eric Coulter

Tobias Eaton

Peter Hayes

Tris Pryor

| Marvel |

Bucky Barnes

Matt Murdock

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker (TSAM/Peter 3)

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

| Stranger Things |

Robyn Buckley

Jonathan Byer

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

| Top Gun / Top Gun: Maverick |

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Reuben “Payback” Fitch

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Last Updated: August 1, 2023

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[constantlywriting1]

Meet Cute? Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You see a nice boy on the subway but you two never talk. You share glances until finally one day the two of you speak.

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Sexual harassment momentarily but nothing too crazy. It's mostly just fluff kinda and strangers thinking about each other.

A/N: This is my first fic and I had a lot of fun with it! There might be some minor grammar issues but it shouldn't be too much because I have grammarly lol. I might make this into a series depending on the response so let me know if you like it!!

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They met on the subway. In true New York fashion, their love affair started on passing cars heading northbound toward Manhattan. Peter was used to watching people come and go on his longer routes, and though he could swing from burrow to burrow if he really wanted he chose to be just like the rest of the residents. His mind was calm on the subway, though there was the occasional breakdancer and cat caller he didn’t feel the need to intervene because everything was settled once those doors opened. People scurried off to their boring lives with no care for anyone that they may have shared a glance with on the route. Peter was like them, not caring about the countless amount of glances, grazing, and occasional bumping. Just hoping to make it from point a to b. He was like them until he saw you.

The moment he laid eyes on you he wanted to know more. From the batting of your lashes to the way, you would bob your head to the music you knew nobody else could hear. Every bit of life that you lived for those 20 minutes underground, he wanted to be a part of. But of course, he never spoke to you.

You caught him looking a couple of times and let out small laughter as he tried to play it off, but there was something sweet in his admiration. Usually, you would sit on the opposite end of the car if you caught someone staring as much as him, but you could tell he meant no harm. It also didn’t hurt that under his awkward exterior you found him very attractive. For weeks you had gone on about your “subway boyfriend” and even began to wonder where he was if he was missing for more than a day. And yet through all of this, you two had still never spoken. He was shy which was understandable but this was getting out of hand.

On a particularly cold day, Peter found himself almost excited to get on the subway. His mind was filled with thoughts of you and there was no denying it. He wondered what book you would be reading today, or what kind of music would be playing through your wired headphones. Though these were questions he knew he would never truly know the answer to unless he spoke to you, he had become comfortable. Comfortable knowing that if the two of you never spoke you would never get tangled up in the mess that was Peter Parker. He could live with the fact that you would never get hurt because of him. He was fine being stuck in the fleeting moments and had truthfully never even considered the fact that you may have actually wanted him to speak to you. So instead of interacting with the girl he had now spent weeks gawking over, he did what he always had and sat patiently waiting on your arrival.

You walked into the car with your headphones already plugged in. A tall man followed behind you and for a moment Peter tensed. He thought it may be a stranger getting a little too close for comfort, but he was quickly proven wrong as you began to speak to the mystery man. Though he should have been relieved Peter couldn’t help but become even more upset. He watched as you tried your hardest to have as little conversation as possible with your partner, who seemed to be unable to take a hint. His hand gripped onto the metal pole of the subway car and he watched shamelessly as the man continued to bombard you.

The person you had come in with was named Noah. A business major who seemed to think his guaranteed position at Wallstreet equaled a guaranteed position between your legs. He had been on to you for over a week now and though his constant attempts at flirting were almost pitiful there was a charm about him. He was actually speaking to you as well, compared to some of your other admirers. However, today he was being especially needy. His goal was to get you to go to a party with him and his rich friends later that night, and no matter how loud you made your music you couldn’t ignore him forever. When you got on the subway you barely noticed the awkward brunette who had been catching your attention recently, instead, you were overwhelmingly distracted by the six-foot idiot on your tail.

“Come on, I swear it’ll be fun,” Noah said in a low voice, a sly smirk stuck on his lips.

You tried to ignore him but you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed in your stomach. You let your lips curl up as he scooted a little closer to you.

“I have a paper due in the morning.” you sighed, turning your music down to hear his response.

“You and everyone else, just twenty minutes. We’ll get off at the next stop.” He suggested, letting his arm creep around you.

Peter was fuming. He tried to stop his heavy breathing but there was no use. He was grabbing the metal pole so hard his knuckles had become white. Why was he like this, he asked himself. He didn’t know you and yet he was jealous. Jealous of how easy it was for Noah to reach out and touch you. How easy he made flirting with you seem. He watched as the other man pulled you closer, taking out your left earbud in the process.

“Come on, I'm begging here.” You could feel Noah’s smile as he whispered in your ear. You let out genuine laughter riddled in mockery.

“Fine,” you smirked before pushing Noah back into his own seat. “I’ll go but only for a little while.”

Peter couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Finally letting go of the pole he shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling out his phone. Angrily he scrolled on his phone trying hard not to look up at you.

As the subway finally came to a stop you watched Noah stand up coolly. Without a word he put his hand out to help you get to your feet. You couldn’t help but glance over at your ‘secret love’, the brunette who had caught your eye on previous rides. But today he didn’t look. He was buried in his phone and no matter how hard you stared he did not look up. Finally after a few seconds of trying you turned to leave.

Peter lifted his head just in time to watch you exit the car. He wanted to get up and say something, but he knew there were no words. He tried hard to look away, to think about anything else but it was impossible. Then suddenly he caught the eyes of Noah, a guy he knew was taller than him and probably had more muscle mass but he didn’t care (especially since he was literally Spiderman). Though neither of them knew eachother there was tension in the air. Noah lifted one of his thick brows before turning back toward you and finally leaving the car.

Later on that night Peter found himself swinging threw the boroughs just to get you off of his mind. Though crime was low and he could have gone home if he wanted, he would rather be out tonight. He was still angry with himself for letting you weigh so heavily on his mind. You were a total stranger and yet he couldn’t get you out of his head.

At some point during the long night he found himself in Forest Hills, a place that’s crime rate was suspiciously below average, which gave him more than enough time to think as he listened to the muffled music of a party taking place next door. He sat silently trying to figure out what it was about you that caught his attention in the first place, but the list became so long it almost embarrassed him. He found you captivating, from the myriad of novels you seemed to read all the way to the customized converse you always wore. He had taken in every aspect of your being and left what he didn’t know to his imagination. You were a puzzle and he wanted nothing more than to solve it, but why? He wished he knew the answer.

“Stop, I said I want to go home.” A voice called out from below him. He recognized it as yours instantly. Standing up he could make out your figure from across the bushes. You were pushing a tall figure away from you but there was no denying that you were over powered. Quickly he put his mask on and jumped down to the backyard next to the one you were in. Peering through the bushes he watched as Noah pinned you against the side of the house.

“Come on, don't be a tease,” he growled into your ear.

You knew something like this would happen. No guy could ever just invite you out, there always had to be something else. You cursed at yourself for giving in to his pleas. How stupid could you be? What did you think was going to happen when he invited you out? You’d have a nice night then he’d walk you home like a gentlemen, yah right. You had given him the benefit of the doubt and now, three shots of vodka and two wine coolers later you could barely muster up the strength to push him away. Suddenly branches were snapping and Spiderman was coming to your rescue.

“Let her go,” he shouted.

Noah let out a quick laugh before turning fully toward the suited man. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, come on,” he said motioning for you to take his hand. You hesitated, understanding that you genuinely had no idea who this man was, but when you looked over at Noah, an insatiable hunger in his eyes, your choice became clear. You stepped forward but Noah stepped between the two of you.

“She’s not going anywhere.” he raised his voice causing the baritone to vibrate within you.

Peter rolled his eyes before quickly jumping in front of Noah and swiping his leg below the taller man. As he hit the ground Peter shot out a web, sticking Noahs body to the ground. “How about now?” he teased before putting his hand out toward you again.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Noah’s large figure squirming to break free. As you looked back up at Spiderman you felt a wave of gratitude crash over you. Without a thought you grabbed his hand, letting out a quick gasp ask he pulled you close and pulled the two of you into the air. Before you knew it you were out of Forest Hills and back on the regular streets of Queens. You watched as he walked beside you, careful not to say anything stupid. You had just been saved by the actual Spiderman and now he was walking you home.

“Thank you, for helping me,” you managed to say. He looked over at you the eyes of his mask reflecting your face.

“Uh, no problem, it’s what I do.” He shrugged before looking at the open road once more.

“I should’ve known better. I mean he’s a total jerk.” You sighed unable to stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. The masked man turned toward you again and something about his posture let you know he didn’t mind if you kept talking.

“He invited me and I didn’t really want to go, but my life has been so boring lately and he just gave me so much attention.” You had no idea why you said all of that, but by the time you wanted to stop it was too late.

“Guys are jerks,” he shrugged, “but I’m sure there’s someone out there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you thought about you thought about your current situation. “You know your the first guy to walk me home since highschool, and I don’t even know who you are”

Peter let out a cute chuckle before turning completely toward you so that he was walking backwards. “That’s okay, if I wasn’t busy I’d probably walk you home more often.”

You let out a loud belly laugh before stumbling slightly over your feet. “Spiderman is a flirt,” you teased. He shrugged his shoulders playfully. The walk home was nice and when you finally arrived at your off campus housing you wished you had more time with the mystery man. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smiled.

“It’s just what I do,” he repeated. You felt a flutter in your stomach and it could have been the alcohol but you wanted to hug him so badly, so you threw your arms around his neck and gently placed your head on his shoulder.

Peter was stunned for a moment until his brain finally registered what was happening. Quickly he put arms around your waist and squeezed you tightly. There was a sense of longing in his arms and you felt it without question.

“Seriously thank you,” you whispered into what you assumed was his ear.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine at your soft voice. He wanted to take off his mask and show you who he was. He wanted you to know that he had been the guy in the subway who was too nervous to talk to you. He wanted you to be hugging Peter Parker and not Spiderman, but he understood that he couldn’t tell you. Eventually you let go and the smile on your face sent his own lips into a curve. “Any time,” is all he could manage to spit out. He watched as you unlocked your door waving at him before disappearing into the building.

The next day he was beyond prepared to get on the subway. He had rehearsed his introduction in the mirror and decided that no matter what he would get to know you. He payed for his pass and practically ran down to catch the subway he was already early for. He waited with an anxious smile on his face hoping that you would be there. When the train finally arrived he immediately recognized your hair from the window. He felt his heart sink as he made his way to the now open doors. He was nervous but that didn’t stop him from sitting one seat to the right of you.

You were caught off guard by his sudden closeness but it didn’t take long for you to get used to it. You listened to Deftones through your headphones and tried to read your book but something about him took all of your attention.

“I like your shoes” You heard a muffled voice say from beside you. Turning you were able to take in all of his features. His dough eyes made you want to smile as they peered through their lashes and over at you.

You looked down at your own feet, momentarily having forgotten what you were wearing. You were met with a flash of colors realizing you had worn you hand embroidered black converse. “Thank you, I did it myself.” You replied while swiftly turning down the volume on the side of your phone.

“That’s really cool, i’ve seen you wear them before and I always wanted to say something.” Peter cursed at himself for going off of his script, but it felt nice to have a natural flowing conversation with you.

“You usually sit on that side right? I almost didn’t recognize you from this angle,” you teased, but you had placed his features almost immediately. The boy laughed an infectious laugh and looked away from you shyly.

“Yah, I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker.” He smiled and you felt a rush of emotion surge through you. You gave him your name and for some reason put out your hand to be shook. He wiped his palm over his jeans before connecting it with yours. His hands were some how soft despite the calloses. He was warm and you wanted to hold him for a little while longer, but by the time you finally let go the two of you had already been touching for longer than necessary.

“What’re you listening to?” He questioned. He was getting bold now and you both knew it, but you found it charming. You also couldn’t help but appreciate that his boldness was asking about your music rather than your sex life. He was a true gentleman and not far from what you had imagined.

“Changes by Deftones. It’s my favorite song right now,” you replied unable to stop the last part from coming out of your mouth.

“It must be good then,” Peter replied looking through the adjacent window and watching the tunnels fly by.

You turned to watch him. There was a certain happiness about him that you found infectious. Without thinking you took out one of your headphones and motioned it towards him. “Do you want to listen?” you asked almost too comfortably. He hesitated but gratefully took the earbud grasing over your fingers lightly.

For the remainder of the ride you two sat dangerously close listening to your playlist. You both were happy to have finally met and when you reached your stop you gave him your number hoping he would text you, and of course he did.

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you could have anyone

hello loves! this was an anon request for a jealous tasm!peter that i whipped up :) it's shorter than my usual stuff but i enjoyed it.

prompt: you start to suspect peter's jealous

pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader (fem pronouns, no specific anatomy)

content: a lil twinge of angst, fluff, miscommunication to a degree

words: 1758

Peter was never the jealous type. You could recall a couple times where he threw an arm over your shoulder and tugged you closer to him if a guy was staring too long - but never anything farther than that. So, when you found out your next student for your tutoring gig was Flash, you figured nothing would change, especially not how Peter acted.

You first noticed his change in behavior when he constantly wanted to hold your hand. In between classes, mostly, and sometimes even during. You remember him shooting you a concerned glance when you let go of his hand during your chemistry lab and you mirrored it.

“What’s wrong?” Peter had asked and you stared at him incredulously.

“I have to do the lab for us.” You had responded. He blew it off like he knew that, of course you did, but the confusion continued to swim around your mind.

The second change you noticed was him changing his route in the hallways to be with you. There were classes you two had together and so you walked together to your next one, but it was only once during the day. You were walking alone, absentmindedly scrolling through social media, when he approached you.

“Hey, love.” He’d said, pressing a kiss to your hair as he matched your pace.

“Hi,” you responded, pocketing your phone to shift your attention to him. “Isn’t your class… the other way?”

“I just wanted to see you,” He smiled at you. “Is that so bad?”

“No, it’s not,” You had said, indulging him in his odd actions, but you were starting to suspect something was awry.

The final straw for you was when during your first tutoring session with Flash, you noticed him settled in a corner of the library, watching the two of you over the brim of his book.

“Hey, try this problem for me, I’m going to go grab another book for this.” You said, offering him a kind smile and standing. You notice as Peter ducks his head behind his book to avoid your gaze and you sigh softly to yourself. You move around the large shelves of books to approach Peter’s ‘perch’ from behind.

“Peter,” you say, your arms crossed over your chest. He whips around so quickly he nearly falls out of the bean bag he was sitting in.

“Uh, hey! What are you doing here?” He asks, even though you know the look on your face is telling him that you’re not happy with him.

“What is your deal?” You ask, ignoring his own question to you. He knows what you’re doing here.

“What is my deal? I’m reading, obviously.” He responds, gesturing to the book he’s still holding in one hand.

“Yeah, you read upside down often?” You say, watching as Peter’s cheeks grow pink under your stare. He looks at the book that he’s holding upside down and then back to you.

“[Name], look, I-”

“Save it. Peter, seriously, what is going on?”

Peter’s face contorts into something akin to anger as he stands. “What is the matter with me wanting to hold your hand? Walk with you? You’re my girlfriend, are you not?”

“That’s not the problem.” You say exasperatedly.

“If you’re uncomfortable that I’m being affectionate with my girlfriend then just say it.” Peter says, his voice hushed but it still echos in your ears.

You’re in shock. Why would you ever be uncomfortable? Your silence lasts too long for Peter, though and he starts to grab his backpack and the book he was ‘reading’. “Peter,” you say, trying to stop him from leaving. You don’t want this conversation to end like this. You’re not uncomfortable and clearly, Peter thinks so.

He avoids your gaze as he moves past you. “Hey! Peter!” You call after him to no avail. Peter disappears around the corner of the shelves, already outside of the library by the time you move to go after him. You curse under your breath, returning to your table where Flash was finishing up the problem you left him with. He glances up at you. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you reply, taking a seat and trying to focus on tutoring and not on Peter’s dramatic accusation.

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You go the rest of the day without seeing Peter, even in your shared Chemistry class. The seat next to you stays empty for the duration of the class and your heart falls further in your chest with each passing minute.

He’s not responding to your texts, either, which is starting to worry you. Once at home, you opened your text conversation to read over your unanswered messages.

You: i’m not uncomfortable at all

You: peter can we at least talk about this? if i seemed uncomfortable that’s something we should discuss

You: why weren’t you in chem?

You: peter, seriously

You sigh, throwing your phone into the various blankets adorning your bed. He clearly wasn’t going to be responding to you any time soon, so you decide to take a nap to try and make the time pass by quicker.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until a soft knock at your window jolts you awake. You turn, blindly reaching for your lamp's light switch in the dark until you finally grasp it, light filling your bedroom. You stand, approaching your window and looking outside. You don’t see anything at first until you turn to look at the fire escape beside your window and you find Peter sitting there. He’s in his Spider-Man suit, his legs dangling off the side as he sits. Seeing him relieves you of some anxiety and you open your window, leaning out a little to call to him. “Hey, you gonna come in?”

Peter glances up at you through the lenses of his suit, slowly standing and crawling into your room like he usually does. You close the window behind him. When you turn, he’s sitting on your bed, mask still on.

You approach him, standing a little less than a foot from him. Usually, he rips his mask off the second he enters your room, so when he doesn’t you grow concerned. “You gonna take your mask off?” You ask softly, not wanting to alert your parents that he was here. It would be hard to explain, after all.

Peter looks up at you but doesn’t make any move to take it off.

You take a few steps towards him until you’re right in front of him. You watch for his reaction as you reach for the place on his neck where the mask and suit meet, slowly tugging it off. Your heart clenches when you see tears pooling in his eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You move closer, sitting down on your knees to get to his eye level. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping his face lovingly. “Did something happen?”

“I’m sorry,” Peter manages to say. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say that to you.”

You sigh, rubbing his soft skin with the pads of your thumbs, trying to comfort him. “I know, it’s alright.”

“I got jealous. Flash always used to have a crush on you, you know? And I thought maybe he would… I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He says desperately, his hands reaching out to touch you.

You stand, moving closer into his reach. He hugs you around the middle, burying his face into your stomach. You run your fingers through his hair affectionately. “Peter, I’m not uncomfortable. You know that, right?”

Peter nods, squeezing you a little tighter in a wordless confirmation.

“I love you,” you say quietly, pressing a kiss into his hair.

He pulls back, looking up at you with a soft grin decorating his features. “More than Flash?”

The small smile drops from your face. “Peter-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He laughs stilly, looking up at you with the familiar adoration you were used to. “I love you, too.”

“Promise me that next time you get jealous you won’t dramatically tell me I don’t like being affectionate in a library.” You say.

“Well, maybe next time I can do it in a grocery store.” He teases.

“I hate you,” you say, but you don’t mean it. The smile on Peter’s face tells you he knows you don’t mean it either.

“So, you’re not angry?” Peter asks, his hands still resting on your hips.

“I’m angry you didn’t come to Chemistry and you had the notes for our lab.”

“I’m sorry-”

“And you not replying to my texts was rude. I know you saw them.”

Peter frowns a little, casting his gaze down to your guys’ feet. “I know, I’m sorry. I was just still… upset, I guess.”

“I know,” you say, your fingers still absentmindedly carding through his hair. “I know I said it already… and I texted it, too, but I’ve never been uncomfortable with you.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I panicked and… yeah, I panicked.” Peter says, his head pressing into your stomach to continue to be close to you.

“Just tell me next time, yeah, love?” You ask, using your free hand to lift his head up to look him in the eyes.

Peter nods, shifting his gaze between both of your eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

A small laugh leaves you and you nod. “You don’t have to ask.”

Peter grins happily and you lean down to meet him in the middle, your lips pressing against his with a familiarity you two have developed with time. You both know how the other likes to kiss and be kissed. It’s a soft kiss - a promise to communicate, a promise that nothing like this would happen again.

He pulls back, a gentle grin still on his face. “I really love you.”

“I really love you,” you respond. “Do you want something to eat? My parents are making dinner, but you’ll have to uh… go through the front door.”

Peter rolls his eyes dramatically. “They should be more accepting of my tendency to come through your window.”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips briefly. “Shut up, I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

Peter nods, pulling his mask back on and waving to you before he leaves the way he came. You close the window behind him, smiling to yourself, happy that the two of you are okay.

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[differentavenue]

Missed Texts, Magic Showers

Tasm!Peter x Fem!reader

Summary: Peter comes home late often, but usually texts. Count on a hot shower to help.

Words: 816

A/N: Fluff (that's just about it) :)

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My eyes looked at the clock for the fifth time tonight, or this morning. The clock flashed 3:50, as if taunting my worries for my boyfriend. Peter was never this late without a quick text. 

Sure, being spiderman comes with big responsibilities. Ones that the average person probably couldn't fathom. Spiderman was probably out fighting some mugger or turning bank robbers into the police. Hell, he could be fighting some kind of sand monster from another universe.  

I outwardly laughed at that one and pushed my imagination aside. 

It just wasn't like Peter to not let me know if anything was wrong. Usually my phone would buzz and Peter's text would be top priority. Hey babe, sorry. Running late! Make it up to you! I love you. But no. Not this time. 

The gray covers of the bed were starting to get uncomfortably warm. Shoving them off in worry, my feet led me to the shower. A hot shower always helps anxiety. Peter taught me that when he first revealed his secret to me two years ago. 

“I am Spiderman.” He had told me this twice within the past hour and just now did they sink in. I was utterly speechless. There was no way that my boyfriend of almost a year was the same person that swings around New York saving poor pedestrians. 

But it makes sense. 

All the little things now make sense. Peter always could catch the most random items at the most random times, like when I fall in the kitchen (on that damn old hardwood) he would always be right there next to me, holding my waist with a dumb grin on his face. Even when I would ask to stay over and he would reject the idea. How he would burn himself, and then the next minute be completely fine. 

“Peter-”

“I know I should’ve told you earlier, but I didn't want you to worry, or get hurt.” His eyes flashed with caution. How could he worry about me when he could get himself killed at any minute, just because he's Spiderman?

“It makes sense–” A small awkward chuckle escaped my chapped lips. “But there's no need to worry about me, bugboy. You must have your hands tied with the superhero stuff. I should be worrying about you.” His arms snaked around my waist to pull me into a relieved hug. 

“Yeah, 'cause I'm so reckless.” Peter remarked sarcastically. It’s comforting to see the familiar smirk pull onto the brunette's lips. “And if you ever get anxious we can always take a warm, relaxing, calming, hot and steamy shower–”

“Parker, that's– whatever– but what if you're not here?” It was meant as a joking question, but Peter did not laugh. 

“Then you take a long shower alone, and wash all of those negative nelly things off of you.” He kept a stern face, but his eyes played amused. 

“Negative Nelly?” I questioned with a brow raised. He didn't say anything.

Fortunately, That night ended with one of those damn showers. 

    My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a window slamming shut. “Sorry!” It was Peter, thank god. Was he hurt? He didn't sound hurt? “Hey love, can I come in and join you?” A smile formed on my lips. 

“I suppose you can. You have a pass?” He snorted. 

Tonight he seemed to be in a good mood, especially for doing Spiderman work. 

The shower curtain opened behind me and I turned around meeting Peter's brown orbs. His eyes roamed my body without shame, mine scanned his. There wasn't even a scratch, in fact he looked amazing. Peter's frame soared over mine usually, and today was no exception. 

“How was the patrol bugboy?” Now the water seemed far too warm with him in here. 

“Slow, sorry I didn't text. I got to walk this amazing little girl home.” His hand grabbed my chin to pull me into a kiss. 

It was a gentle kiss. One that left me stumbling for a few more. His lips were rough, cut from the cold air of New York, yet still comforting and soft. He pulled away and a small whimper escaped my lips. 

“She reminded me of you.” Peter said with a small smile on his face. 

“How so?”

“She was strong, independent, and adorable.” He paused. “And is also Spider Man's new best friend– I think.” He kissed me again after letting out a hardy laugh. 

After drying off and sharing a couple of comments about each other's day, Peter and I settled under the covers. The faint sound of his heartbeat mixed with his breathing put me into a state of unconsciousness. “I love you, y/n”

A hot shower was the solution after all. Was it magic? Yes, it was.

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TASM!Peter x reader

Last Night

Description: Peter comes home from a long night to Y/N taking a shower.

Warnings: smut, gore

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You pull open the glass door of a steaming shower with a satisfying cracking noise and step in. After a long afternoon of studying and tennis practice, the scalding water has never felt better. You let the droplets pour over you, soaking the sweat out of your hair.

Your mind wanders to Peter. Your chest fills with a familiar longing- thinking of what he might be doing on a hot September night like this. He swore to stay away this summer after you got hurt. He had been fighting an alien and had left you for a split second; but monster got to you before he did and had left a huge cut along your thigh. Peter hadn’t let himself near you since dropping you at the hospital, disgusted by what he had let happen to you.

As you breathed in the clean steam of the shower you could only think of one thing: how much you fucking missed him. You’d watched him all day on the TV, fighting against alien anarchist rioters, wishing you could touch him and see him.

You stepped out of the shower, dried yourself off and looked in the mirror. The cut was nearly a scar now, but the thoughts of your ex boyfriend still haunted you. You put on a silk PJ set and climb into bed, putting on a movie- Pride and Prejudice- a comfort film that reminds you of him. As you hop up to grab some water you hear noises outside, but brush it off thinking it’s nothing, that you’re just inventing things in your mind because you miss him. Peter hadn’t showed up at your window in months, you remind yourself. As you carry the glass back into bed, you’re confronted with a groaning noise coming from behind your bed. As you peer over the edge, you see him.

Peter- lying on your floor- covered in blood and bruises. Three massive gashes cover his chest. You drop the glass on the floor and run over to him.

“Peter! What the fuck are you doing here” you ask. He can’t speak, but he looks up at you immeadiately and smiles. A flood of relief washes over you- he’s finally here- but the panic in his eyes terrify you.

“Peter… we need to get you up.” You grab him under the arms and try to pull him up, but he just groans in pain. He places an arm around you and you help him up, his weight and blood covering you. You make it into the bathroom, silent in your fear for him. He collapses on the shower floor and you turn on the head, letting it soak you both.

You help him take his suit off, leaving just his briefs, and begin to wash the blood off of him. You know the cuts will be healed by morning, but the sight of his pale face and terrified, bloody eyes make you begin to cry.

“How could you let yourself get this hurt? I told you to be careful”

“ Y/n, stop. I’m fine.” He barely whispers the words, and you can tell it’s really bad this time. You look down at his body. He’s gotten bigger, stronger. You watch as he does a once over on your body, the silk now clinging to your curves. Your nipples peak through and a cheeky smile covers the boy’s face.

“I fucking hate you,” you manage to let out. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“Alright princess let’s go”

You grab a towel and wipe up the last of the blood, helping him up. You cover him in a big fluffy robe of your father’s, one you’d kept on hand from before. You watch as he drops his boxers onto the floor and hobbles into your bed.

“Take those wet clothes off and join me” he says. You look at him with tears in your eyes. How could he expect you to just act like everything was ok?

You put on a tshirt and new shorts in the closet where he can’t watch, but you still climb into your bed with him. You peer down at his cuts once more, but he grabs your chin and pulls your face up to his.

“Leave it alone. I don’t need anything else. Just lay here with me.”

You oblige, turning your face towards the television that shows Mr. Darcy meeting Elizabeth for the first time.

“Not this crap again Y/N. I hate this romance shit”

“No you don’t” you tease, “you love it.”

His battered hands wander down your thighs, playing at your massive scar. You grab his hand, pulling it away.

“Leave it alone. I’m a big girl” you quip.

He twists your hand around grabbing your wrist, and resting it on his groin. With the other hand, he grabs your face by the jaw once again and brings your lips to his. He’s hungry, he grabs you by the back of the head and pulls you deep, deep in. You moan against his mouth and you feel his member buck up against your hand. You allow your manicured fingers to wander underneath his robe to his rock solid shaft. Brushing your thumb against his tip, you dip into his precum.

“Mmm, Y/n, fuck” he moans against you. You had felt how tender his ribs and stomach were, and you knew he must be in immense pain, yet he careens against you with a deep thirst. With the reflexes of a cat, he grabs your waist and flips you under him, robe completely undone now. He reaches under your tshirt to your bare chest, thumbing over your nipple. Your hips flick up towards him, and the encouragement is enough. He rips your shirt off in a swift motion, making you gasp from the cool air on your tits. With both hands now, he grabs your shorts and pulls, revealing your freshly shaven heat, dripping for him. He looks down at you with blind eyes- you know he only wants one thing.

“We need to slow down” you whimper. “Why are you here? I thought you didn’t want me anymore”

“Y/n. I think about you ever single day. Every single moment. I can’t stay away any longer” He groans into your neck. The hot air on your ears evokes a waterfall below, and your wetness meets his shaft. You feel his tip on your entrance, pressing your heat. You raise your hips, allowing him to slide in.

You moan and he rips into you, merciless. You cry out his name and he begins a punishing pace. You haven’t been with him in months, and your hole holds tightly to him.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he manages to let out. You unravel underneath his, writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Peter, slow down, you’ll hurt yourself. Let me help you.” You grab on to his member and climb on top of him. Caressing his face, and staring into his sad eyes, you slide onto him.

“You’re perfect Y/n. You’re so perfect for me” he says as he looks up at you, bouncing on top of him.

He grabs your ass and pulls you deeper onto him. With the other hand he raises up and smacks your firm cheek. You let out a loud moan, letting him know you want him to take control. He lifts you up and down at the pace he wants- coming up to bite your nipples and grab your waist harder. Your walls clench around him, making him grunt in satisfaction.

You begin to shake on top of him, your head falling down to his chest as waves of pleasure wash over you.

“Come for me, now,” he groans through gritted teeth. You can’t help it as you reach your climax, crying out for him. He comes to a rest with you, stroking your back as you fall into him.

“What’s wrong Peter?” You realize the exhaustion he must be battling as you look at his bruised face, and you slide off of him.

“Let me take care you of you now,” you coo. You lower your mouth onto his massive length, feeling his sweet tip hit the back of your throat. He grabs a fistful of your hair and guides you- always at his pace. At first he is restrained, trying not to exert any real strength on to you, but as you take his length again and again he begins to crumble. He pushes your head onto his full length, making you take it. You’re throat makes a smacking sound against him, just as he likes. Within a minute, tears are streaming down your face and ropes of cum are rolling down your trachea. You swallow with ease, licking the tip for good measure and making him twitch underneath you. As you come back up, looking him in the eyes- you can tell he’s had you as he wanted you.

You lay down on his chest as he wipes your tears away.

“I missed you so much” you say.

“I’m sorry I left” he replies, “it won’t happen again. I need you.”

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[fandomscombine]

3 Spider-mans/Peter Parkers

Tobey!Peter is that quiet character with the ability to absolutely destroy anyone and everyone with just one sentence.

Andrew!Peter is my comfort character.

Tom!Peter is the character I need to comfort and protect at all cost.

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