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shayyprasad · 1 month

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would you love me if i were a worm? | peter parker

summary: you ask peter a very, very serious question.

warnings: nothing! (reader goes by rose sometimes... like a pet-name?)

pairing: frat!peter x bimbo reader

word count: 0.7k+ words

a/n: i honestly had so much fun writing intellectual, i wanted to add more to this little bimbo!verse! this trend feels like such a cute, bimbo-y thing, so i put it on here! (in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.)

M.LIST | RULES/REQUESTING | ABOUT ME

you're scrolling through your instagram reels, trying to pass your time. you're snuggled against peter - he's nice and warm - and lazily draped against him.

his arm has lost feeling at this point, but he couldn't care less, he's totally happy with it. being close to and loved by you is the best thing he could ever ask for. peter's lost a lot in his life, but you'll never be one of them.

he has his head laying on top of yours, tapping away at his laptop. peter's been busy with spider-man, to the point where the essay that is due tomorrow completely slipped his mind. he's trying to multitask since he hasn't spent that much time with you lately.

he's struggling, typing with one hand, but it's worth it.

you swipe to the next video using your freshly painted nails (they're a nice shade of pink, topped with a glitter coat). what's playing is a girl talking to her boyfriend; you can't hear the audio, but there a subtitles. the girl poises a very important question:

what would he do if she were a worm? would he love her still?

which leads you to think, what would peter do if you were a worm?

would he still love you?

or would he give you away? throw you into the dirt? would he step on you?

you gasp at the thought, and peter turns to look at you. "you good?" he doesn't look nor sound especially concerned, but the look in his eyes gives it away.

"petey?" you ask, eyes wide and wet.

"yeah, rose?"

"would you still love me if i were a worm?"

he's about to burst into laughter, he really is, but with one more look at you, he realizes that's not a great idea. the way you're looking up at him, expectant and weary, almost like you're afraid of his answer has him rubbing your shoulder, a chuckle slipping out.

if it's even possible, your eyes widen more. "you wouldn't?" eyes glossed over, lips pouted, he wishes he could take that stupid little chuckle back. he doesn't like the way you're tearing up, even if it's for a reason like this.

peter doesn't get fazed by much, he's spider-man, but watching you cry is number one on his list.

peter thinks it a silly question; he'd love you if you were a damn rock.

you're so gorgeous like this (not the crying), he can't help but think. with your hair in soft curls, satin hugging your figure. the curve of your lashes, how you blink up at him.

god, he's so happy he's with you.

"of course i would," peter says quickly, realizing he's been quiet a moment too long.

"really?"

"yeah," by the look on your face, it's not enough. "uh, i'd love you still."

"you'd carry me around with you?"

"sure. i'd figure out how to give you a cute pink bow, we could tie it around your waist- er... around you. and buy you a little dollhouse, you could use the rooms."

peter's committed now, and your eyes aren't welling with tears anymore.

"can it be a, like, pink dollhouse?" you ask, softly, voice moist from tears.

"with glitter," he adds, "and if we can't find a nice enough one for you, that's absolutely perfect... i'll make you one myself."

"oh my god, really?"

"anything for my favorite lady. in fact, i'd get you the finest food too. top notch- top notch whatever-it-is-that-worms-eat food."

peter's so glad none of his frat brothers are seeing this, he would've died of mortification. but here, in this room, where it's just the two of you - peter doesn't have a care in the world.

"and, y'know what? i think i'd even find you a pink little louis-v bag. that's right, my rose." he's spewing facts right now, he'd do all this. well, maybe not the bag. the two dollars in his bank account might not work out great with that.

but you don't have to know that part, it's fine.

"i'd read your, uh- fashion magazines and stuff to you. show you the pictures and everything," he loves the smile you have on right now.

"you'd be the most beautiful worm there is," he finishes.

"awww. i'd love you if i was a worm too," you say, nuzzling your nose against his.

"i've got no doubt, rose."

it's not all a lie though, hypothetical or not. he's made a promise to never leave your side, worm or not.

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tvgals · 9 months

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*ೃ༄ TOM AND JERRY .

— you and peter are just two people playing a game of cat and mouse…behind his wife’s back.

— pairing ; mean! peter b x black! bimbo! babysitter reader !!

cw; reader is 19, peter is 32, infidelity, lying, edging/ overstimulation, pure filth lmfaooo

you laid mayday down in her crib and tucked her in, walking out of her bedroom with a “goodnight.” you close her door and walk downstairs as lightly as you could — due to mj being asleep for her morning shift and peter being who knows where. you sat on the couch and turned the tv on, occasionally scrolling on your phone. that was until you got a text on your phone from the one and only, peter parker

‘I’ll be home in 10. I want you bent over the kitchen counter without your panties on.’

you smiled and hurriedly dropped your shorts, taking your panties off right after and putting your shorts back on. you could tell peter was upset just by the way he texted you. although he was older, he rarely used punctuation and proper grammar when texting you. you made your way into the kitchen, which is when you had the grand idea to just…not do what peter told you to. i mean, you could just say you forgot — maybe he’d forgive you and go easy on you? you turned on your heels and sat down on the couch, checking peter’s location every once in a while. when you heard his car pull into the driveway, you sat on the couch as innocently as you could. “dammit, y/n today was hell…” peter groaned as he walked into the kitchen. you could hear his mumbling and groaning when he noticed you weren’t in the kitchen like he wanted. “what the fuck.” he snarled. peter trailed his way into the living room to see you laid out watching tv. you were laying on your stomach, your ass out for display in the shorts you were wearing. peter stalked behind you until he got close enough to flip you around on your back. you let out a small yelp at the gesture.

“pete-“ “what did i tell you, huh?” peter growled, pulling your shorts off of you in a swift motion. his eyes trailed down to your cunt as your breathing increased. “i forgot! i really did!” you whined, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “you didn’t forget shit. i bet if i told you to go talk to those frat boys you’d do that, huh?” peter asked, squishing your cheeks with his hand, forcing you to look at him. “no! don’ like those boys!” you cried, tears falling down your face. peter only chuckled at the way you have the nerve to cry after not listening to him. he just wanted his pretty baby to listen to him.

“i just wanted to take care of you, baby. now, i can’t even do that because you didn’t listen to me.” peter coo’d, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “since you didn’t listen, you gotta be punished. you’re not gonna cum until i say so, and if you do, you’ll be cumming until you pass out.” peter says, trailing his hand down to play with your clit, whispering in your ear. “and if you make a single noise, you won’t be getting my dick ever again.” you whine out at the thought, causing peter’s free hand to fly to your mouth, his own making a “shhhh” sound.

“‘m sorry…” you whine from under his hand. “‘s okay…” peter’s just trying to distract you from his thick fingers entering your wet cunt. you were breathing heavily from the stretching sensation down there. to ground yourself, you held onto peter’s wrists, looking at his big brown eyes. “peter..ngh…what if mj wakes up?” you ask, your breathing gradually calming down. “then we’ll have to be quiet so she doesn’t.” peter chuckled, his fingers finally making their way all the way inside. “then we’ll just have to stay quiet.” peter repeats to himself while he keeps a steady pace of pumping his fingers in and out of you — occasionally curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot.

“don’t fucking cum.” peter spat out, he felt your cunt fluttering around his fingers in desperation. you arched your back and quietly sobbed out. “please, please, please…” peter grinned at your neediness. “please what?” peter asks, a clueless look on his face. “please let me cum! i’ll be a good girl, swear!” you sobbed as quietly as you could. “should’ve had that attitude before you decided to lie to me, baby.” peter laughed at you mockingly. eventually, peter pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, the length being incredibly intimidating. you stare at his cock for a while, wondering why peter hasn’t touched it. you trailed your eyes back up to meet his, a disapproving look in his eyes.

“you’re such a slut, did you know that?” peter tutted, tapping his cock onto your clit a few times. he felt bad that he had to punish his pretty girl, but how else would you learn your lesson? “mhm…” you hum, your voice getting raspier by the minute. “my girl is so dirty, yeah? mj would never disappoint me like this.” peter said, slowly pushing the tip of his cock into your cunt. you breathe out a heavy sigh. “maybe i should go fuck her instead. send you back home with your tail between your legs.” peter grinned, bottoming out inside of you. “i said sorry!” you said, holding peter closer to you while he thrusted in and out of you.

“sorry won’t fix anything, baby.” peter groans into your ear. “i know, i know…” you mewled, slightly shaking from the sensation of your approaching orgasm. “then shhh and let me take care of you, yeah?” peter asked, looking up at you from his spot between the bottom of your head and your shoulder. peter kept a steady pace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you and peter kept this going until you heard rustling coming from above two two, your eyes widen and you look at peter who hasn’t stopped his thrusting. “peter! peter, stop!” you said hurriedly, pushing your hands against peter’s pelvis.

“you don’t tell me what the fuck to do…” peter spat at you, covering your mouth with his hand. once peter sensed mj at the stop of the stairs, he pulled out of your sloppy pussy and pulled his pants up — his hand still over your mouth. tears rolls down your face as made her way down the stairs, her feet hitting the carpet once she finally made it down. peter shushes you as quietly as he could. “peter?” mj called out into the dark. peter didn’t do anything but stay quiet. mj eventually went back upstairs with a sigh and peter started pounding into you harder than before.

“don’t think i’m finished with you.”

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shayyprasad · 1 month

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intellectual | peter parker

summary: you overhear something you weren't supposed to, but it shouldn't have been said in the first place. in result, you can't help but wonder if peter wants something different.

warnings: implied smut, mentions of sex, insecurity, use of y/n

pairing: bimbo!reader x frat!peter

word count: 3.0k+ words (my longest fic yet-)

a/n: in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.

M.LIST | RULES/REQUESTING | ABOUT ME

peter was totally smitten by you. really, he was. after all he's been through, it was kind of nice having someone who adores him as much as he does, even if you are... a tad bit dim-witted.

while he grew up surrounded by death, trauma, and more, you were raised sheltered, hidden away from all the bad things. and even though peter's been through some shit, he finds it to hold you so gently, like the pretty thing you are, as if you were stained glass; fragile, but so beautiful.

when he's holding you, all his soft, brown eyes can focus on are how your soft, manicured hands wrap around his rough, calloused ones. you're always careful not to hurt him with your acrylics.

even though you can be slow at times, it's almost impossible not to admire the way your clothes always hug your curves, glossed lips pulled into a pretty pout.

peter could have just about any girl he wanted on campus, but he didn't want any of them.

he wanted you, and only you.

maybe it's because you were different, and no, not in dim-witted nature. but because of how soft you were. you didn't know, and even if you did, understand the horrors he wittnessed out there everyday.

you were protected by a little (very pink) bubble that you lived in, so when he came home to you, it felt as if he was in a different world altogether. you were so damn good at distracting peter, and you didn't even know it.

you were in your own dorm room, watching a silly rom-com while peter was with his friends, he told you not to wait up for him, given that he would be up 'til the early hours of the morning. but you decided that peter and his goodnight kisses were slightly more important than your beauty sleep.

slightly.

you furrowed your neatly shaped eyebrows at something that one of the characters said, tilting your head.

ram-i-fic-a-tion? you thought, humming. pulling out your phone, you googled the word.

noun plural noun: ramifications

a consequence of an action or event, especially when complex or unwelcome. "any change is bound to have legal ramifications"

"legal ram-i-fic-a-tions?" you wondered aloud.

you skimmed the rest of the definitions, still confused. surely peter wouldn't mind if you gave him a quick ring? so you went ahead in did that, letting the sound echo in the room.

when he didn't pick up, you frowned.

"ummm..." you trailed off, calling one of his friends, spencer, instead. you weren't a stranger to him, but more of a mutual. after all, your roommate was dating him. actually, you'd ask alyssa, your roomie, but she wasn't here.

much to your happiness, spencer did pick up. "hiii, spence."

"y/n?" he said, slurring slightly.

"what does, like, ram-i-fic-a-tion mean?" you asked, careful to enunciate.

spencer was aware of... how your brain worked, and he wasn't a jerk about it (unlike some people). he was one of peter's closer friends, so you felt comfortable around him.

"ramification? oh, uh, it's like a consequence."

you frowned dumbly, "to what?"

"to an action. if you don't study for the final, you might not do well. that's a consequence to your action. a ramification."

"oh. oh! okay. thank you!"

he didn't disconnect right away, and you could hear one of his frat brothers, you were unsure who, talking. and of course, you strained your ears to listen.

"it doesn't get annoying or anything?"

you heard peter's voice come next, and instantly perked up. "what?"

"dude, be so for real. she's hot, but like, as dumb as a third grader. do you have to talk to her like that too?" he laughed.

oof, you thought, sucks to be whoever it was they were talking about.

"sometimes. she's good in bed, though."

wait. he was talking about you. your jaw dropped. i mean, you were stupid, but not this stupid. so this is what "saturday night with the boys" was all about?

you heard collective laughing. you did stupid things sometimes, but never had the mental compacity to be embarrased by them. this, though? this was different.

you trusted peter.

he was the only person who never, ever, spoke to or about you like that. in fact, it was one of the reasons you'd grown to like him so much. because he was patient, he was kind, and never did he once judge you.

well, that's what you thought.

but you were dumb enough to think that just because he never spoke about it to you, he never spoke about it all.

you immediately disconnected the call, dropping your phone. trying to focus back on the movie, you nibbled on a piece of popcorn.

but you just couldn't get over it. did it bother him?

all the questions? the dim-witted stupidity? all the pink?

reluctantly, you glanced the hot pink bowl that held your snack.

you didn't mean to be so... like that. you were just being yourself. did peter not like you being yourself? no, no, of course not. if he didn't, then why would he be with you?

a little voice in the back of your head rang out; "because you're good in bed."

maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and raise your iq?

you turned off the tv, hot pink popcorn bowl forgotten. alyssa wouldn't mind if you borrowed something, right?

you opened her room door, walking over to her bookself. wrinkling up your nose, you scanned her shelf. how could someone like reading so much?

it was so... gross.

oh, well. maybe peter was into intellectuals. and you had better become before he left you for someone like that.

your eyes paused at a book titled "the hobbit".

"what's a... hobbit?" you asked, not to anyone in particular. you skipped it, looking at her other ones.

"'twisted love', 'the fault in our stars'... what'd the stars do?" picking up the book, you read the back. "huh," you remarked, putting it back.

instead, you grabbed a couple self-help books, struggling to hold them with your acrylic nails, which, of course, were bright pink... accentuated with big charms; bows and hearts.

you went back over to your room, dumping them on your bed. checking your nails again, you drummed them against your palm to make sure they were intact.

you started reading the first one, curling up in a blanket, but you kept getting distracted. every five seconds, you look up to make sure your lashes were still in place, or that your skin wasn't to shiny, or that your hair was still perfect. and to be honest, you didn't really understand any of it.

like, who actually had the patience to read through all of it? how could a book cure all your crap?

and why would you read a book to feel better, when you could go to a spa, or a shopping spree.

credit cards were invented for a reason.

but you powered through, at the very least, you skimmed the words. there was no way you could read it word for word. but you wanted to try... for peter.

you wanted him to stick around, to love you, but not superficially. not for sex.

you stayed up until 1:30 (mostly reading, and you still didn't understand how people did this for fun), but didn't call peter. you'd talk to him tomorrow, maybe. first, you needed to get your facts straight. eventually, you got ready for bed.

this included showering, taking off your makeup, putting your hair in rollers, and your fifteen-step skincare routine.

you may have been half asleep, but you'd never skip a step.

peter came over around noon monday, when neither of you had classes. "jeez, babe," he groaned, you in his lap, "i've got so much to do. seriously, i'm never gonna get it done."

you twirled your hair, appearing nonchalant, "your mindset is either your best friend, or worst enemy."

you kept your eyes trained on your phone, waiting for peter to respond. looking up, you saw him blink. "uh... yeah. that was- that was very... un-y/n-like."

to be honest, you didn't even know what the saying meant. you just memorized it from your book. "was it dumb?"

"no, it was smart," peter replied, kissing your hairline.

"i'm normally dumb?" you asked, tearing up. lips pouted, voice moist, you made eye contact with him. you knew you were a little slow, but dumb? really?

"no! that's not what i meant. it just sounded- well, i- cause you never say stuff like that. you're my smart, pretty girl."

"oh, okay," you said, your nails tracing the curve of his back. you pecked him on the lips, but he brought you back for a longer kiss.

you giggled as he flipped your positions, peter on top.

"can i show you just how pretty you are?"

he didn't have to ask twice.

you were in the dining hall, sitting with some of your friends, mixed with some of peter's.

they were talking as you picked at your salad, leaning into peter.

"ugh," sarah, you kind-of friend started, "my boss gave me a premotion."

"what the fuck are you complaining about?" alyssa scoffed.

"because! it means that i have to do more...! like, i'll have to get up earlier. i dunno if i'll take it. it's cooler than the one i have now, but but it's not as comforting."

you spoke up, completely confident, "commit to change. either embrace the challenge of pursuing your destiny or shy way and live in regret."

collective "oohs" and "damns" were heard around the table, and you reveled in it.

"okay, girl, you go."

"parker, when did your girlfriend get a braincell upgrade?" you looked at peter, waiting for him to shoot something back, but he didn't. you frowned slightly, going back to the salad.

it went on like that, you would pipe in and offer self-help advice (not really knowing what it meant) hoping for peter's attention. sometimes you got it, and sometimes you didn't.

it was fine, you wanted him to notice you. after all, you weren't reading for fun. you were doing it for him, so... just, like, notice already.

you'd been focusing so much on the self-help books, your nails had grown out, leaving space between your nail bed and acrylics. deciding to take some time away from the books and all their un-understandable wisdom, you wanted to paint your nails.

nothing to big, but more simple. you were finding it hard to turn the page with the large charms on the acrylics you normally had to.

you found some 100% acetone in your bathroom, so you soaked your nails, waiting for the acrylics to come off. once they got loose enough, they came off easily.

you did some prepping, then picked out two different shades of pink. you were about to start when you heard two long knocks, then two short ones.

(it was peter's special knock, so you'd always know when it was him.)

"come in!" you called out, and you saw a head of fluffy brown hair peek in.

"hey," he said, slipping in your room.

"hi, petey!"

he came up from behind you, hugging your waist. "whatcha doing?"

you opened a bottle of nail paint, "painting my nails."

"cute colors," he kissed your cheek, and you leaned in.

"right? pink is so pretty," you gushed.

"what are these?" peter asked, and you looked over curious as to what he was talking about.

"oh, just, like, lyss' books."

"yeah, but why're they in here?" he read the back of one, raising a brow.

you continued painting your nails, trying to appear chill. "i was reading them."

he seemed to do a double-take, and you frowned, "what?"

"nothing- nothing, i just..."

"i know how to read," you said, shoulders sagging. "i'm smarter than a third-grader," you didn't catch the slip-up, but he did.

that caught him off guard there, "what?"

"what?" looking up, you finally met his eyes.

"you said you- well, yeah, i know. you just don't-" he paused, "self-help books didn't seem like your thing is all. oh, is that why've you been saying all that?"

"saying what?"

"all the-" he didn't want to hurt your feelings, but if he was right, he already had. "the, um, advice?" he stammered. peter didn't trip over his words often, and you knew that.

you were sure that he knew that you knew, but you weren't sure if he knew for sure.

you shrugged, "doesn't it sound smart?"

"no, yeah, it does." he's treading very carefully. it was quiet for a brief moment; "did you hear?"

"hear what?"

"the... the comment i made?"

"oh, that one about me being stupid, but good in bed?" you said it so casually, as if it didn't bother you at all.

but it did. he knew it did.

he sighed, "i'm really sorry, baby."

"for what?"

"for saying that."

"no, you're sorry you got caught. you wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it."

"i didn't- i was drunk," peter tried again.

"drunk words are sober thoughts," something else you read, you aren't sure where.

he was starting to get really nervous. he didn't know what was going through your head, normally he had a good idea, but it wasn't anything like this. it didn't seem like you hated him, but he wasn't about to take advantage.

"no, i-"

"it's okay. i'm working on it," you said, trying to make him feel better. as if you were the one who'd messed up, not peter. the idea itself was insane to him, and it only made him feel worse.

"angel," peter started, "this is not your fault. please don't make it your fault. i'm the one who messed up, and what i said was not okay. it was a stupid, drunk joke, and i shouldn't said it."

you blew on your nails, blinking back your tears. mascara, the good stuff, was expensive. you looked up, shocked to see tears in his eyes. you don't think you've ever seen him cry before. well, maybe once, when you watched "titanic" with him.

peter wasn't one to get emotional, he still denied ever crying over that movie.

"it's okay," you repeated again. you were dumb, you knew that. it really wasn't his fault, you shouldn't have pushed him to feel like that.

"but it's not. and i know you know that, please tell me what i can do to make it better."

"but-"

"no, it's not," he said sternly, "and i cannot stress that enough. i'm really sorry, baby."

you capped the polish, you didn't know what to say. it wasn't your fault? okay, fine.

maybe he was right.

"i got really upset," you admitted.

"i know, baby," the tears are falling, he quickly wipes them away.

"did you really mean it?"

"no, no, no, of course not. i absolutely love you the way you are, and you shouldn't have to change yourself for anyone- especially not for me."

"so you don't think i'm only good for sex?"

"baby, no, baby, no!" baby, he used that word for affection; when he was guilty, trying to prove something to you... in this case, how sorry he was. "you are good for so many other things," he paused, "okay, that didn't sound great."

he took a deep breath, taking your freshly painted hands in yours, "don't mess up the polish," you warned, even though you were tearing up.

peter smiled slightly, that meant you weren't too upset, right? that he hadn't fucked everything up by great means?

"i haven't ever met someone like you, who loves me the same back. and i don't mean generally, but romantically. lots of people can't put up with me," he started, "but you do, and jesus, baby, i'm so greatful for that- and you," peter added.

"you are the bright pink light of my life. you're so different from other girls i've been with, you see me. you don't look at me, you see me. like, okay, maybe you aren't the greatest at math, but you don't have to be a s.t.e.m. genius to be smart."

peter was getting raw, he was getting vunerable. "i don't know how to use a curling iron for the life of me, i don't know the difference between mascara and eyeliner. well, i do, but i didn't before you."

you looked at him, opening your mouth to speak. you wanted to tell him he'd lost you somewhere along the line, but figured it was important for him to get this out.

"you've got a different mindset than me, and i love that. you're the biggest feminist i've ever met, and wait until you meet may. i think it's interesting that your entire personality doesn't revolve around your degrees and resumes, because, god, people like that are annoying. most of all, you're confidence is amazing. i never had anything like that in high school."

you knew that he was a nerd, kept his head down, shoulders sagging. "i just... i'm sorry. i don't know why i said it. i'm a huge insecure jerk that thinks he can get away with crap by projecting it onto his lovely, amazing, wonderful girlfriend. you're my favorite person, and i can't help but think you'll leave me one day. i thought that if i acted like i didn't care... i don't know. i- i don't... i'm sorry."

you took moment, that's the longest he's ever spoken to you, but he wasn't done, apparently.

"also, i don't care about sex. i mean, it's nice and whatever, but what's the point of it if i don't have you. what i'm trying to say is, i'd pick you over that any day, okay? it doesn't matter to me. i'm not with you for that."

"thank you," you said, it seemed appropriate. basically, he just compliented you a whole lot, and it worked; you seem to have a thing for praising. "and i forgive you. also, i hated those stupid books, and if they weren't, like, alyssa's, i'd burn them."

you shuddered, "i can't believe i read them."

"really?" peter asked, hopeful. you kissed away a stray tear, looking into his wet eyes. "we're okay?"

"we're so okay," you paused, "but you have to watch bridgerton with me."

he groaned, "fine." (you knew he liked it, he just wouldn't ever admit to it.)

"wait, so just checking, you aren't into, like, intellectuals or whatever?"

"i'm into you," he said, "whether or not you idenify as one."

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angst: ✮ fluff: ♡ hurt/comfort: ○ spicy/smut: ➳

series:

games - you love peter, you really do. so why is this so hard, then? (✮ ♡)

right next door [ongoing] - you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you. (✮♡○)

but you're the one i want [ongoing] - you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else. (✮♡○)

drabbles/concepts:

get away with it (villian!reader) - you thought maybe it'd all work out. you were wrong. (✮)

backpacks - peter has a streak, and not a good one. (♡)

midnight sugar - you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget. (♡)

body count - boys will be boys. (♡)

cheering for you - he loves you, and he's not afraid to show it. (♡)

abbreviations - ...yeah. (♡)

skittles (peter parker x short!reader) - peter likes to pick on your size. (♡)

would you still love me if i were a worm? (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you ask peter a very, very serious question. (♡)

headcanons:

dirty words (h.c.) - peter takes being dirty a tad bit too far. you aren't happy about it. (♡)

boyfriend (h.c.) - oh, to have a peter parker. (well, i mean, i'd know.) (♡○)

oneshots:

can't you talk to them? - you misunderstand peter's powers. he's not pleased. (♡)

two of them in the same day - what are the chances you run into peter and spider-man in the same day? (➳♡)

pity - your cancer changed peter more than yourself. (✮♡○)

daddy's money (stark!reader) - you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands. (✮♡○)

advice from one who can't take their own - you're rather good at giving out love advice, just not as good at taking it. (♡)

let me help (tw: abuse) - you know that you should tell someone, but you don't know how. luckily, peter's always here to save the day... in more ways than one. (✮○)

we are okay - peter's been hiding something, and you've gotten into a fight about it. when he leaves before it's been resolved, you give up on this. on him. until... (♡✮)

happy halloween to all, i guess - halloween starts off fine, and then... well, it's not so fine. (✮♡○)

oops - you're just a bit clumsy. (✮♡)

i love you, peter b. parker - you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him. (✮)

worry - you can't help but fret about his safety. (✮♡○)

make it up to you - peter forgets a very special day, and he needs to make it right. (✮♡)

weighing scale (tw: ed) - you just want to be perfect for him, because then maybe he'll love you back. (✮○)

successor (stark!reader) - you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot. (✮♡)

my peter - you end up in peter's world... just not your peter's. (takes place during no way home.) (✮♡○)

waiting - you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much. (✮)

stuck with you (stark!reader) - you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you. (♡)

didn't see you there - what's a little cafe meet-cute? (♡)

stargazing and pretty boys - you see peter in a park at night, then find yourself joining him. (♡)

seven minutes - you and peter get shoved into a closet together, but it doesn’t go the way you thought it would. (✮♡○)

maybe with a missed chance - there is no one you love more than peter parker. it's too bad that there are people he loves more then you. (✮)

faults (dark!peter) - you liked peter, key word being liked.

baby jam older!peter x older!reader) - summary: in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

intellectual (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you overhear something you weren't supposed to, but it shouldn't have been said in the first place. in result, you can't help but wonder if peter wants something different.

promise (comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader) - the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic.

cool (fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker) - you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

updated 3.11.2024

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