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aintinacage · 3 days
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Black dahlia, like the murder. Jewelry | @monthly-challenge
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the-real-mj · 6 hours
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Mj: There's a U in stupid, you know?
Peter: Yeah, well there's also an I in stupid!
Mj, smirking: Oh yeah, I know.
Peter: Wait no, hold on a second-
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“She Is You. A Warrior, A Champion, A Fighter, A Queen.” @monthly-challenge | Day 18: “Crown”
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Don’t mind me…I’m just thinking about how spiders are naturally talented and skilled weavers and they know how to weave their webs and even make functional, stylish homes and nests and whatnot.
So maybe that’s why Spider-Man knows how to sew his suits. He inherited that trait from the spider and just instinctively know how to weave his suits. Maybe. That’s my explanation for it.
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talaok · 4 months
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Movie night
Summary: Peter's coming over for your weekly movie night, and you’ve decided you wanna confess your feelings for him, but as it turns out, he has similar plans
Warnings: Smut| unprotected p in v sex, praising, soft!Dom Peter
a/n: thanks to this request I might go back into my Peter Parker era honestly. Also, @wtvbabes (this is not the person that made the request)
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It was time for the weekly movie night with Peter, 
You had been doing it for so long that you didn't even remember how or when it started, it was now simply a part of your routine.
Every Friday night, at 6 o'clock you went to whatever house was free, ordered pizza, and watched a movie each of you had chosen.
It was routine, so you shouldn't have been nervous... except that this time, this time wasn't gonna be like the other times, this time you had made a promise to yourself that you were finally gonna come clean, that you were finally gonna confess your feelings.
You had been keeping it a secret for way too long, and you were tired... god, were you tired, it was exhausting pretending like you didn't want more, like you didn't wanna kiss him and hold his hand every time you were together, and perhaps it was the holiday spirit surrounding you, or perhaps it was the fact that Gemma, your other best friend, had given you a 30-minute talk about how you should just "stop being a little bitch and tell him already" after you had started your usual ramble about how perfect and great Peter was,
But you had made peace with yourself, if this was gonna ruin your entire friendship, if you were gonna lose him forever, then so be it, because at the end of the day, if you couldn't have him like you really wanted to, then there was no point in having him at all.
And just then, when you were repeating your script to the mirror for the thousandth time, the words coming out of your mouth not even making sense anymore, he knocked at the door.
For some reason, a gasp fled your throat, but after the familiar "hey, it's me" from the other side of the door all you could do was take a deep breath and fix your dress.
It's all gonna be ok, it's all gonna be ok
"hi" you smiled, opening the door
Your anxiety must have been all over your face because the way he frowned at you told you everything you needed to know.
"hi" he said, coming into the house as he inspected your face "is something wrong?" he asked "Please don't tell me your sister changed the password to her Netflix again"
You forced a smile to your lips "no, no everything is fine- let's just... sit down"
"ok..." he frowned, following you as you sat on the couch "did something happen, or-"
"no" you shut him down "I-I just wanted" You shook your head as you regretted your choice of words "no actually, I need to- uhm- to tell you something"
You watched his eyes widen slightly, but out of all the things he could have said, he chose the only one that made you even fucking more anxious.
"Really?" he smiled "That's funny 'cause I do too"
You swore you felt your heart stop beating.
What could he ever need to tell you?
"w-what?" 
Your voice didn't even sound like your own, it was just fear and stress finding a way to come out of your body.
"yeah" he nodded, watching you closely "so... you wanna go first or..."
"no, no, you go first" you spit out, making him chuckle
He still didn't get why you were acting so weird, but to be perfectly transparent, he was kind of freaking out internally himself, so he didn't really have the brain capacity to investigate further.
"Alright" he laughed "I'll go first"
His eyes focused behind you for a moment as he prepared for whatever was coming, and just then, did you notice that perhaps you weren't the only nervous one.
What is it?
Did something happen
Oh god, did he find a girlfriend?
Your heart was beating out of your chest and then just like that, he came out and said: "Y/n I like you" with a hopeful smile on his face, while yours completely stilled.
Actually not just your face, you as a whole went completely still, frozen at the words that had just come out of his mouth
Did I just imagine that?
Am I dreaming or something?
What the actual fuck is going on?
That was supposed to be my lin-
"y/n are you there?"
He was talking to you, you realized.
"w-w-what?" your eyes were wide open in shock 
"I know" he smiled, scratching the back of his neck, "I know it's out of the blue, and I really really hope this won't ruin anything, but... I've been feeling like this for a long time about you, and I just- I needed to tell you"
And then you could do nothing, absolutely nothing but throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.
"y/n?" he murmured, hugging you back, but before he could say anything else you leaned away, still holding onto him as if he were a life jacket, and smiled like an idiot.
"I like you too Peter-" you grinned "I really really like you"
The smile on his face now matched yours, as his eyes sparked with joy
"you do?"
"of course I do!" you almost yelled from the excitement "that's-that's what I wanted to tell you! I can't believe this"
You looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous and unbelievably happy altogether, 
you were so close, but an inch between your faces, that what happened next was inevitable.
His lips were on yours, 
his lips were on yours and they felt every bit as good as you had spent hours and hours imagining.
And then for a moment, you both leaned away, looking at each other as soft silly laughs fled your throats.
"i can't believe this is real" he breathed, melting your heart right into a puddle
"I can't either"
And then his lips were back on yours, but this time... this time he was hungrier.
His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands were one holding your face, while the other started roaming your body, pulling soft whimpers from you as your arms remained locked behind his neck, your left hand gently playing with his hair,
And then in no time, without a clue of how or when, you were lying on the couch, and he was on top of you, his legs parting your thighs.
And you didn't need to know when it had happened, because all you knew was that you liked it, god you really fucking liked it.
His whole broad and strong body was engulfing yours, his scent was all around you, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth... his mouth was simply heavenly.
As embarrassing as it was, you couldn't control your body as you started grinding down onto his leg to try and relieve some of the need pooling between your legs.
"please" you pleaded, whimpering softly into the kiss.
"I like it when you beg, sweetheart"
And if you wanted him before, you now needed him
His lips moved to your neck, starting a slow trail from just below your ear, down until he found your shirt as an obstacle.
You didn't need to be told twice and helped him take it off of you in a second.
Your bra wasn't far behind.
"god, you're so beautiful" he praised, making you blush 
he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand played with the other one, making you lose your goddamn mind as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.
"oh my god" you moaned, one of your hands going to his hair as he switched up the breast he was taking care of.
Your panties were completely drenched
He continued his work as his hands traveled underneath your skirt, caressing your thighs in a way that was turning you into a putty mess in his hands.
His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and with the help of you raising your hips, only the sheer fabric of your panties divided him from where you begged for his attention
"Peter" you called, stopping him as he had seated himself in between your legs
"yes, sweetheart?"
"I-I've only ever done this once"
His features softened and one of his hands traveled to your face to cup your cheek as he left a soft kiss on your lips
"don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised "I'll take care of everything, you just relax, ok?"
"ok" You nodded softly "I trust you"
He smiled at that, kissing you again "Thank you"
And no more than a few seconds after that, you were completely bare before him.
"you're perfect sweetheart" he murmured "fucking perfect"
He left a kiss on your pussy, making you moan, before his lips were on you again, and you were more desperate than you had ever been.
Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, frantically trying to get it off of him.
"Peter please take this off"
He didn't need to be told twice.
His shirt was on the floor with the rest of your clothes in no time, and then came his pants.
He went back to kissing you, the kiss now a heated mess between your moans and his hunger.
"baby please" you whined, your hand going to his boxers 
"what do you want sweetheart?"
"you, please, all of you"
Your voice was so thin and so breathy it was almost incomprehensible
"what about me?" he asked, his mouth next to your ear "You want my cock sweetheart, is that what you want?"
"yes" you moaned, as his hand played with your clit "I'm begging you, please, I need you inside of me"
He freed his cock from the confines of his briefs, as he kept kissing your neck
"you're gonna be good?" he asked, his tip now collecting all your juices and making you squirm uncontrollably "you're gonna be good and take all of it?"
"yes" you breathed "yesplease, yes-"
And without so much as a warning, he had started to push into you
"told you I like hearing you beg"
You moaned so loud you surprised even yourself, and then he retracted his hips and pushed another inch of himself in you, and you were just about ready to die.
"O-oh my god, P-peter" you moaned
He made the same motion again, and you couldn't help but look down at where your bodies were meeting, and that's when you noticed,
"fuck you're so big" you breathed, watching as he thrust only half of his dick inside of you
"it's ok" he purred, kissing your neck sloppily "Just be a good girl and take it" he ordered, pushing in again "Take it all inside this tight little pussy"
A high-peached moan fled your mouth again, as your pussy stretched around him,
"just like that," he said, his hot breath fanning over your skin "That's a good girl"
He was now fully inside you, by some miracle, he had made himself fit, and he felt absolutely perfect.
"fuck you feel so good" he groaned, picking up his pace "so tight" he grunted, feeling your walls squeeze him better than anything ever before "like you were made for me" his thrusts somehow felt deeper now, resulting in even more moans and cries coming out of your mouth
"O-oh god" you whimpered, feeling him hit and hit and hit again that perfect spot inside of you.
"You're taking me so well sweetheart"
The couch was now shaking with each of his movements, while your brain had stopped working and all you could do was cry out as he brought heaven to you.
"look at you" he murmured, kissing your mouth "So beautiful" he praised "so fucking pretty" he groaned, as your walls tightened around him "squeezing me so good" 
His thrusts were so fucking deep you could feel them in your belly, and your orgasm was inevitably approaching
"such a good girl"
A louder moan left your throat at that, and he definitely noticed
"you like it when I call you that?" he asked, smirking devilishly "You like hearing that you're my good girl?"
Again, another cry, followed by a frantic nod now.
Your ability to talk had been lost a while ago.
"It's just what you are" he purred in your ear now "You're my good girl y/n, only mine"
And that, that sent you definitively over the edge.
A series of cries and moans resembling his name came out of your mouth as the best orgasm of your life took over your body completely.
He waited for you to come down from your high before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed all over your belly not a second later.
"fuck" he muttered, his head falling to the crook of your neck
You stayed there for a moment, waiting for your heartbeats and breathing to calm down,
And only then, only after you spent five minutes in the most comfortable silence, did he lean away to look at you.
"I love you, Peter"
You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, it was just the truth
And not a beat had passed, that he had already answered
"I love you, y/n"
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ikarakie · 9 months
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one thing you learn living in new york: you literally never know what's going to happen the next day. it's become a general rule of thumb to expect the unexpected, so to speak.
despite this, when the avengers get reports of iron man flying in circles over queens, growing more frantic by the second, they're confused. mainly because they're currently sat at a table with tony stark himself. and, according to his ai, the suit that's out causing mayhem is still securely stored downstairs.
they all head out to see what the hell is going on. they meet with strange on the way, who mutters something about inter-dimensional disturbances and whatnot.
spider-man gets to the scene just before them. the second iron man visibly freezes when he spots him in his red and blue glory. "mr. stark?" they hear him ask. they see as he turns and spots them, and then does a double take. "what's going on?"
"underoos!" real tony calls, nervous, at the same time as the other one spots them, and then lurches forward to all but manhandle peter behind him.
the avengers all tense, readying for a fight. fake tony raises a repulsor. "i just want the kid. i don't want to fight."
"you don't belong here." strange says, infuriatingly calm. "i don't know how you got here, but you need to go home." fake tony nods. strange adds, "you can't take him with you." which earns him a rather mean blast. luckily, he ducks out of the way.
the poor kid is whipping his head back and forth, clearly confused. tony's stomach twists unhappily. "you don't understand," fake tony hisses, "all the work it took to get here. i'm not going home without him."
"you have to." strange takes a step forward, "you can't transport him between universes. it's not viable." the lenses on peter's suit widen, and he looks at the fake tony.
"he's from another universe?" steve asks, disbelieving. strange nods, and opens his mouth to say something more, but is cut off by the other-universe tony. he removes his faceplate, revealing a tony stark that is far more haggard than anyone had ever seen before. he's thinner, his eyes are darker, pleading. he looks like a man who's lost everything.
tony looks to peter, who's still staring, wide-eyed. he can see the gears in his head moving but can't decipher why.
"you dimension hopped to kidnap the kid?" tony asks, a little unfocused. the kid was in danger, and it was all he could think about. "why?" peter turns to him, then back to tony number two. he gasps as something apparently clicks in his brain.
he steps forwards, rounds the other-universe tony and stands in front of him. he instantly lowers the repulsor. "because i'm dead." peter says, confidently.
everyone pauses. they look at the spider like he's gone insane, because he clearly isn't dead, not anymore, at least. but other-universe tony looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him. "pete-"
peter deactivates his mask. "right?" he asks. other-universe tony frantically looks over his face.
"it's my fault." he says, softly. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry, pete. i'm-"
"come out of the suit."
other-universe tony pauses. "what?"
"come out here, please." peter asks again. other-universe tony does as he asks, stumbling out and immediately into the open and waiting arms of the baby spider. it seems to break him, the embrace; all at once he loses any trace of intimdation and anger and sobs, curling around the boy as much as he can. peter seems unphased, unlike the other heroes, and shushes him. "it's okay, mr. stark. it's not your fault," he murmurs soothingly, only reaching their ears due to the intercom on his suit. "it was never your fault. i chose this, i chose to come up there. i didn't regret it for a second."
other-universe tony heaves. "i was supposed to protect you. i failed. i failed and you're gone and you were so scared and i couldn't do anything-"
"you're wrong," peter soothes, and it's a weird image. the child comforting the adult. "if he was anything like me, then-" for a second, his eyes cut back to this-universe tony. "then he was glad you were there when he was dying. you made him feel safer. it would've been so much worse without you."
and then it all clicks for tony. this was a version of him from a world post-snap, who'd watched a kid he considered his own fade to dust in his arms. who sat in his own guilt, and shame, and loneliness. he knew the feeling all too well, and this tony had crossed dimensions to try and get his kid back in any way possible.
if it were for anyone but peter parker, this tony would've said it was a little dramatic.
he's sent home eventually, the other tony, after some more comforts and a not so subtle hint as to how they got everyone back after the snap, much to strange's dismay. later, real tony sits in the lab, watching peter from across a table, and he asks, "how'd you figure it out?"
"figure what out, mr. stark?"
"why that other me was here." peters looks up from whatever he's tinkering with. frowns.
"well, you invented time travel to get me back," he says. "why would you stop before dimension travel? it just made the most sense." tony has half a mind to argue, but one look at his lab: a midtown high hoodie draped over the back of a chair, a teenager's backpack in the corner, a seperated table with it's own organisational pattern and piles of blueprints, a report card pinned to a board, and a spiderman charm hanging from dum-e, he figures the kid is right.
"yeah, well, i love you a little too damn much then, don't i?" he doesn't think about the words before he says them. he's felt it for so long it feels like a second instinct.
luckily he gets no time to panic. because peter immediately lights up, says, "i love you too." and gets back to work.
damn kid.
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ayo-edebiri · 2 years
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#Pick now 
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mandyvsfx · 10 months
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Puberty.
Tom!Peter Parker X F!Reader
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warnings: smut, masturbation, that's all for today.
it is currently 1AM, I have to wake up at 5 and here I am writing smut.
We all went through puberty, it SUCKS. But just imagine going through puberty with heightened senses... Let's see what it's like to be Peter Parker for a day.
"The shy ones are the the worst" People would say, but you just couldn't even imagine Peter or Ned having dirty thoughts. In your silly little head, they were completely pure, you were sure of it. That being said, it wasn't a surprise that you never noticed the way Peter would check you out ALL the time, especially when you wore that cute little red dress, he would compliment you NONSTOP and you would never have second thoughts about it, you just thought he was being really nice.
However, your girl friends wouldn't fail to notice each time he would stare you up and down, or how he tried SO hard not to stare right into your boobs when you wore anything that had a cleavage to it.
"Parker was checking you out AGAIN. I mean, he's kinda cute, you should do him." One of them whispered.
"If I were you, I'd have already..." The other one said.
"Could you guys just shut the fuck up? We've known each other since we were kids! He is not like that." You looked at both of them, clearly annoyed by the comments.
"You mean he isn't like my ex? The type that cums and goes?- She laughed- Well, then you better be quick or else I might just need to steal him from you."
Why were you even friends with them anyways? All they cared about was what was trending and which boys they should hook up with. It was fun at first, but it got repetitive and suffocating over time.
Time passed, school day was finally over. You didn't had the chance to talk to Peter much, just a quick 'hi' and that was it for the day. But you were happy since May had invited you for dinner, so you guys would have all the time in the world to talk about mind controlling villains, all kinds of aliens from alterspace. -Yes, you knew he was Spiderman.- Or just about homework, like normal teenagers.
You got there, chatted with May for a while and sat at the table.
"What is taking him so long? PETER!- She shout, no answers.- Can you go tell him dinner's ready? I made pizza for us!" May said, licking her lips and giggling.
And so you did, walking fast towards his room, until you heard something. That something made you slow your pace a little.
"Oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... shit."
It was Peter, was he injured? Maybe he just got back from fighting a robber or something. What if he needs help? What kind of friend would you be if you just turned around and left him there, possibly hurt? And then you heard it. Your name coming out of the boy's mouth. Only then you realized those noises weren't because he was in pain, Peter was rubbing one out at the thought of you.
You still doubted yourself, thinking your mind was only tricking you. You walked in closer to his door, that was parcially open, you could see his back and... You just stood there, frozen in place. He was actually touching himself. You could tell he was close by how fast his hand moved, almost like he was running out of time.
"Can't... hmm... can't do this... anymore... fuck." Your name kept falling from his lips, moans followed by moans, he sounded so needy, so desperate.
The one thing you didn't knew about Peter's heightened senses was that it affected other parts too... There would be times that he would keep masturbating over and over again and couldn't seem to be satisfied, like nothing was enough. He had never felt so much desire for someone the way he felt for you. Seeing you all cutey in that little skirt you wore to school that day, he had to hold himself the whole period so that he wouldn't just fuck you raw in the middle of the class for everyone to see. You were such a tease.
"Gonna... fuck- gonna cum..." Peter threw his head back, your name flowing from his lips. He looked so cute, you couldn't look away, it was like you were hypnotized.
You watched as he laid down on his bed, breathing heavily, one hand on his forehead cleaning the sweat.
"KIDS? What is taking you two so long?" You finally "woke up" and realized what you just witnessed, taking a few steps back before rushing to the kitchen.
"Sorry, he's... coming. Yes, that's it, he's coming." You said, stuttering a bit.
Peter quickly got dressed and joined you and May at the dinner table.
"I fell asleep, sorry. -He looked at May, then glanced over at you.- I... didn't know you were having dinner with us. We could've walked home together." He continued, looking down, never meeting your eyes.
Did he knew? He saw you? What was going to happen to your friendship? Was it ruined?
A million thoughts were running through your mind, but it suddenly went blank when you felt a warm hand slide to your inner thigh.
You looked up at him, visibly confused.
He would never do anything with May in the house tho, but at least now you knew his true intentions.
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louisbxne · 7 months
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Tom Holland laughing at Samuel L. Jackson
Spider-Man: Far From Home Gag Reel/Bloopers (2019)
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maybelleteas · 9 months
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“You look pretty, too”
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soliloquent-stark · 5 months
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weapon and shield
chris evans and tom holland in avengers: endgame (2019) and spider-man: far from home (2019)
marvel parallels 5/?
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miela · 7 months
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Shattered Memories {Masterlist}
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Reader Type: Afab! Iron Spider! Silk! Avenger! Stark!
Length: Series (Longish, about 20 chapters)
Series Genre(s): Romance with Dramatic and Comedic undertones (if you squint)
Series Theme(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut (some Dark themes)
Series Summary: After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.
Series Content: Content from Civil War, Homecoming, Far From Home and No Way Home will be heavily present. Some content from other MCU movies and shows may come up here and there.
Series Warnings: 18+ {MDNI}, Mentions of substance abuse, alcoholism, s*icidal thoughts, self-harm, abusive relationship (not Peter x Y/N) in later chapters. warnings subject to change. Please proceed with caution.
Extra Content: A Few of my OCs are in here! Let me know if you want me to make a character list to reference.
You can also send in request for drabbles for this story/AU!
Updates: Fridays (may post chapters eariler, but there will usually always be an update on fridays)
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CHAPTERS:
Prologue: The Last Moment Before New Beginnings Chapter I: The Expo & The Files Chapter II: A Sense of Reunion Chapter III: A Sense of Reunion II Chapter IV: What Friends Are For Chapter V: The Do Over Chapter VI: Two Spiders, One Sorceress Chapter VII: Full of Feelings Chapter VIII: Lovers at the Gala Chapter IX: The Thread of Silk & Gold Chapter X: The Return of a Hero Chapter XI: Hummingbirds & Honeybees Chapter XII: Sunflower Love Chapter XIII: The Rumor & The Scandal XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX (MORE TBA)
DRABBLES:
Two Peas in a Pod {Friendship with Gwen} A Sense of Reunion {Alternate Universe}
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the-real-mj · 6 hours
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Peter: you know, looking back, i have no regrets
Mj: you should
Peter: probably
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scariusaquarius · 10 months
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same side of the coin.
NWH! Rough! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader x Tom Holland
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Summary: After Dr. Strange's spell goes awry, more than just villains and other spiderman's come through the rift between the multiverses. Peter is at his wit's end, and after his fight with Green Goblin, Peter doesn't care that his celebrity counterpart is in the room...
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A/N: So I changed the timeline a bit to where Peter met the other spidermen just a bit earlier before the villains showed themselves. I know it's a significant change, but it's for plot purposes honestly.
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Genre: Erotica, Angst, Slight Fluff Rated: Explicit Warning: Smut, 18+, p in v sex, rough sex, angry sex, rough! peter, tom is a perv, voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, unprotected sex, Canon Divergent plotline, doggy style, missionary, wall sex, dirty talk, peter is fuckin filthy and ANGRY
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Author: ScariusAquarius
MINORS/AGELESS/BLANKS DO NOT INTERACT 
It was strange to look into the eyes of someone who wasn't Peter Parker. While the man on your couch looked every bit of Peter Parker, it was almost glaringly obvious how much he actually wasn’t Peter.
When the whole ordeal with Dr. Strange’s spell going haywire because of Peter’s constant changing of the spell had occurred, the rift between the multiverse had completely deteriorated. Villains from other realities were sucked into your universe along with other versions of Peter ...and with the other Peter’s had tagged along the strange enigma that was Tom Holland.
It had been strange to come across the man who you had thought was Peter at first, but found out very quickly that he very much was not your Peter.
It was late in the night; the city had mostly gone to sleep. Peter had sucked himself into trying to find the villains that had come through the rift along with the two other Peter’s that had gotten sucked into your reality, and with him being gone, you had gotten restless and decided to get a late night snack from the local convenience store just down the street from your apartment that had a little fast food stand that was open 24/7.
You hadn’t exactly been paying too much attention to your surroundings when you got inside the store, but when you saw a familiar head of brown hair standing at the counter and speaking softly to the owner, you had become extremely confused.
“Peter? What are you doing here?”
The man had stiffened, turning around with surprised brown eyes, and you were staring right at your boyfriend. You squinted slightly, confused as you stepped close and spoke to him softly so that the owner, Chavez, wouldn’t hear you.
“Peter, I thought you were on patrol for those villains?”
Peter looked like a deer caught in headlights, staring at you with a shocked expression before his mouth began to move.
“Um, I’m terribly sorry, love, but I’m…not actually Peter.”
You were dumbfounded by the way he spoke, the British accent catching you off-guard, and you would have laughed had the current circumstances not led you to believe the man.
“Wait, are you….are you like a…different Peter?”
The man looked around to see if it was clear, and he spoke softly to you with a worried and….confused expression.
“No, it’s…it’s going to sound absolutely bonkers, but I…My name is Tom. I portray Peter in the movies.”
In the movies? Not-Peter, or Tom as he had called himself, stared at you, seeming to gauge your reaction, and you asked him with a raised brow.
“In the movies? Like….like an actor?”
Tom nodded his head vigorously, eyes seeming to light up in a way that instantly reminded you of Peter.
“Yes, exactly! In my reality, Peter is just a character that I portray. I…I was actually filming when something happened. I…I just ended up here.”
You were dumbfounded before you took out your phone and began typing in Peter’s number. Tom looked confused as to what you were doing before you placed the phone up to your ear.
“Hello? (Y/n)? Are you okay? What happened?”
Peter’s voice was borderline frantic, and you almost felt bad about calling him so randomly before you muttered, Tom’s eyes widening slightly.
“Um, Peter? I…I think I found another one of…well, you. He says he’s not you, but he looks literally just like you.”
The line was quiet for a moment before Peter finally spoke.
“I’m on the way. Where are you?”
“Well, I’m actually at Chavez’s convenience store. I got hungry waiting for you. Do you….want me to take him to my place while we wait for you?”
Tom was shifting from foot to foot, looking slightly anxious as he watched and listened, and Peter finally spoke after a moment.
“Yes, that’s fine. I’m about ten minutes away.”
“Okay. I’ll be here. I love you.”
Tom’s eyebrows shot up in shock, making you frown at him with a questioning look as you continued to stare each other down.
“I love you too.”
Peter hung up, and when you put your phone down, Tom blurted out.
“Love you? Are you and Peter…together?”
You became even more confused, asking as you tilted your head.
“Yes, why? Is…um, does my character not fall in love with him or something?”
Tom looked conflicted on whether or not he wanted to indulge you before sighing.
“Darling, you don’t even exist in my reality.”
And that was how you found yourself sitting across from Tom in deafening silence back in your apartment. During the time that he had been there, Tom had explained all there was to know about his universe and how Peter was just a comic book character that got turned into movies, which was why Peter looked the way that he did to you (and why the other Peter’s looked vastly different).
Tom had, thankfully, only slightly touched up on the fact that you didn’t exist. You weren’t a comic character, didn’t have an actress counterpart, nor any other multiverse you. You were simply an enigma in a world full of endless possibilities. 
And somehow, that wasn’t even the slightest bit comforting. 
So, you and Tom had elected to sit in awkward and stiff silence until Peter was crawling through your apartment window. His eyes were immediately on Tom, and Tom looked starstruck to see his doppelganger right in front of him. Peter, though cautious, carefully stepped around him and gazed at you. 
His gaze was tired; a hollow reflection within his deep brown eyes that betrayed his façade of composure. Peter was subtly shaking; fists clenching and unclenching slightly, and it was almost saddening to you how angry and upset he seemed to be. 
But this had become the new norm since the whole ordeal with Mysterio had begun: constant stress and tension that never seemed to leave Peter’s body. He was trying desperately to hold it together, and it only made you soften your gaze as you stared up at the young man. Peter asked you softly. 
“Are you alright? Have you eaten anything yet?”
His hand reached for yours, and you quietly intertwined your fingers together as you nodded, feeling almost shy by the way Tom was watching you two with acute interest. 
“I’m okay, and yes, I’ve eaten. I bought Tom and I sandwiches…your sandwich is in the fridge right now.”
At the mention of the man’s name, Peter frowned and turned around to gaze at Tom. They seemed to stare at one another; sizing each other up before Peter asked him. 
“Who are you, exactly?”
Tom straightened up a bit, looking almost…excited…to be speaking with Peter. 
“My name is Tom. I…In my reality, I’m an actor that portrays you.”
Peter looked caught off guard by the British accent, and you couldn’t help but giggle, whispering to Peter. 
“I know, the accent caught me off guard too.”
Tom looked sheepish as Peter glanced at you before he looked back at Tom and then back at you. You murmured softly, placing your hand on Peter’s bicep. 
“You’ll have to let Dr. Strange know about Tom. If he’s here, there’s no telling who else could have gotten through. You gotta go see Strange, Peter.”
Peter’s shoulders tensed, and he turned to you, shaking his head slightly as his eyes closed. 
“I know, I just…I just really, really need a break.”
Your heart broke at the way Peter seemed to shrink in on himself, and you held him close, whispering as he gathered you up in his arms. 
“I know you do, baby. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Peter 2 and Peter 3 can take care of themselves…and I’m sure Ned wouldn’t mind probing the two of them with all sorts of questions to keep them busy.”
Peter was tempted; absolutely enthralled by the idea of just taking the night to himself, but he knew it wasn’t pliable. As long as those villains were out there, you and his friends were at risk, and Peter wasn’t ready to put you in danger. Peter bit his lip and stepped back, shaking his head. 
“I want to…I want to so badly, but I…I can’t. I can’t rest knowing those people are still out there…As long as they’re around, you’re at risk. I….I don’t want to lose you too.”
His eyes were shining; glassy with unshed tears, and you felt your heart break all over again. You placed a hand on Peter’s cheek, his hand immediately covering it, and you said sternly. 
“Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going anywhere. By the good graces of God, you are stuck with me whether you like it or not. Consider me like a piece of web you can’t get off for the life of you.”
Peter couldn’t help but to softly laugh, shaking his head as he stared at you before the man softly asked. 
“What would I do without you, my sticky little webster?”
You shrugged and replied in a deadpan tone.
“Crash and burn, probably.”
You giggled before kissing his lips, his shoulders immediately relaxing, and you whispered against his mouth. 
“Go save the world, Spidey. I’ll handle your British devil just fine.”
Peter looked reluctant to leave you with Tom, but he knew he had to do it. Deep down, Peter knew that you could handle yourself, he just didn’t know if he trusted his doppelganger. Because of that notion, Peter turned and gave Tom a hard look. 
“Listen, if anything happens to (Y/n)...if you get any funny ideas, I won’t hesitate to hang you from the Statue of Liberty by your underwear, got it?”
It had meant to come off as threatening, but you couldn’t help but to chuckle, Peter giving you an exasperated look while Tom nodded. 
“You have my word, mate.”
Peter nodded before he looked over at you with a softened gaze. 
“I love you. Please…please call me if anything happens. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
You nodded, replying back gently as Peter slipped his mask back on. 
“I love you. Be safe.”
Peter slipped out of your window without another word, and you and Tom were left standing awkwardly in the silence before you glanced over at him with a questioning expression. 
“Um…do you like board games?”
+++
For over two hours, you and Tom had played Monopoly, exchanging questions and answers with every roll of the dice. In return for you answering questions about his universe, you answered his questions about your verse. It was strange speaking to him at first; still not used to seeing Peter’s face and hearing a British voice instead, but you found that Tom’s charismatic demeanor was comforting. 
It reminded you of the Peter you had fallen in love with before everything had gone to shit, and because of that, it was easy to like Tom. He was naturally very good at strategy, you had learned, as he had bought almost half of the properties on the board; even the blue ones, before you could even make your first official walk around the board. 
When you and Tom had reached a stalemate, you huffed and placed the rest of your money on the board before asking him. 
“So…I….I really don’t exist where you’re from?”
Tom shook his head, almost looking apologetic. 
“No, you don’t. I honestly was very surprised when you came up to me and calling me Peter at the store. I was trying to figure out who you were, but you were never a character in the comic books, let alone the movies. I don’t know anybody who looks like you…but now I kind of wish I did.”
He was naturally flirty, so much so that it had your ears burning, and you shook your head at him before looking away. 
“It’s…it’s so weird to hear someone say that I don’t exist anywhere else but here. It makes me wonder if…if maybe I’m a ... .a glitch or something.”
Tom was surprised before he stated gently, leaning forward slightly. 
“Darling, I’m sure there’s an explanation. Your presence, whether an absolute enigma or not, is still important. While…while this universe is slightly different from what I’m used to, I can tell you that your presence must mean something. You and Peter…it’s so natural that it makes me second guess why you don’t have a counterpart in my world.”
Your cheeks became hot, and you muttered as you sat back against the couch. 
“You flatter me too much, and you’ll be hanging by your underwear soon.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t very creative, wasn’t it?”
You both chuckled before you yawned and stood up. Tom stared at you for a moment with a questioning glance; almost as if he was questioning where to sleep, and you gestured to the couch. 
“You can sleep here. I don’t have an air mattress nor an extra bedroom….and Peter would probably get grumpy if I let you sleep in our bed. I have a ton of extra pillows and blankets though, so just let me know if you need them.”
Tom nodded and you glanced down at his jeans and nice button-up, humming. 
“I’m sure Pete wouldn’t mind if I let you borrow a pair of pajama bottoms or gym shorts, so let me grab those for you and let you get to bed. I’m sure you’re tired after the day you’ve had. I know I am.”
Tom chuckled before he thanked you softly. 
“Thank you, love. I know this is probably very strange for you…definitely is for me.”
You nodded at him, giving him a soft look as you disappeared into the bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas for Tom. 
“It’s not a problem, truly. Just….please don’t tell Peter about me not existing in your world. I’m afraid of what the news will do to him, honestly.”
Tom looked saddened by your words; as if you had just sprung a sword straight through his chest, and the man simply nodded once before vowing. 
“I promise I won’t.”
And just like that, a whole new interesting week began.
+++
You and Tom got along surprisingly very well. Whereas his personality could be extroverted and excited, you were more docile and calm; simply listening to the boy rant about everything yet nothing at the same time. It was strangely reminiscent of Peter, which had brought you strange yet welcomed comfort. 
Peter had stopped by often after Tom's arrival, not enjoying that there was another him in his shared flat with you but being unable to voice his discomfort due to the fact it was your generosity and his own fault that had Tom here in the first place. 
Peter tried to keep you updated about everything since he didn't want you anywhere near the Sanctum Sanctorum as long as he had all the villains contained there. Peter had told you about his plan to cure these people, to save them from their fates before sending them home, and while you admired Peter's righteousness, you couldn't help but wonder if it would matter in the end. 
You, in turn, told Peter about how your days spent with Tom were. You had actually taken him out of the apartment earlier in the week when Tom began to get cabin fever, and you practically boasted about how well Tom really portrayed Peter when out in the public eye.
It made Peter's skin crawl and his eyes turn green.
Peter didn't bother to voice his jealousy, but you could tell that Peter was envious of the man by the way Peter kissed you for a few more seconds, held you closer and tighter, and spoke huskily in your ear whenever Tom was immediately present. 
But you couldn't deny that you liked this side of Peter. 
But actions had consequences, and you were starting to add to Peter's stress. 
A few days later, something went awry in Peter's plan. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but when Tom showed you the Daily Bugle report broadcast and found out Aunt May was gone, you were distraught and worried for Peter beyond belief. You had begun pacing back and forth in front of the TV, phone in hand and desperately trying to get a hold of Peter with no luck. 
Tom had retreated to the bathroom for just a moment when the front door practically burst from its hinges. It caused you to gasp and spin around in fright until you spotted Peter.
But Peter did not look alright.
There was a dark anger in his eyes; an acute dangerous gleam within those pretty browns you enjoyed gazing into during the late hours of the night, and you noticed how injured he was from his fight with the Green Goblin. Peter was frighteningly still, his breathing so quiet you were sure he was holding his breath, and he began stalking you like prey. 
"Peter?"
He had crossed the room in no time, slamming you up against the wall and absolutely ravaging your lips like no other. His lips were cold, skin wet with blood, sweat, rain, and tears, and his suit was soaked through, steam subtly rising from how hot his body temperature was. Peter had slotted himself between your legs as one hand roughly clutched the back of your neck and the other painfully gripped your hip hard enough that you knew there would be bruises. 
Tongues and teeth clashed for a moment as you melted into him, and Peter began to harshly suck and nip at your neck as his hand desperately shoved itself under your shirt to clutch at your chest and pinch a sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. 
"Ah, Peter…! We…we have a guest."
"Stop talking."
He hissed at you cruelly, voice raspy and dark with anger and despair, shutting you up with a rough kiss, and you held onto his shoulders shakily. Peter leaned down again, sucking hickies into your neck until the marks bled, and you whimpered loudly. Peter’s hand ghosted down your pants, fingers pressing against your warm cunt to find that you were absolutely soaked for him. 
Peter froze his kisses, his gloved fingers still toying with your wet entrance as the boy slowly glared almost murderously over his shoulder towards the hallway where he knew Tom was standing, listening and watching with perverse interest. Peter couldn’t even care anymore. There was nothing holding him back; nothing that he cared about except you, and Peter turned back around to harshly bite at your collarbone. 
"Peter…!" 
You mewled when his fingers sunk into you, the digits curling and thrusting and twisting until you were shaking and bracing yourself against the wall for some type of leverage. Peter continued to thrust his fingers, grinding his hard-on against your leg for some friction as he finger-fucked your sopping cunt. A few more thrusts, and  he became annoyed with your shirt covering your chest. 
Peter pulled his fingers out of you to rip open your shirt into pathetic tatters. You gasped in surprise, eyes wide before you hissed as Peter began to roughly suckle and grope at your breasts. His mouth was hot, encasing your nipple and tongue flicking back and forth against the nub so fast that electricity was running down your spine. 
You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises so Tom wouldn't hear you, and Peter's eyes looked at you; that same dangerous darkness swirling in them as before. 
If looks could kill, you were sure that you would be dead 100 times over. 
Your lips parted, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth, and Peter let your breasts go to hiss into your lips, tearing your shorts and underwear apart roughly and making you whimper. 
"Don't you dare be quiet. I don't give a damn who hears. I need you."
Your eyes were wide, and Peter fumbled with his suit slightly as he moved as fast as he could to get it off. His black briefs were tented, a dark wet spot showing his evident arousal and need, and you gently cupped his cock through his underwear; palming and gripping him through the material. Peter immediately groaned before he slammed your hands up against the wall, growling.
"Keep those fucking hands there until I tell you to move them." 
His dominance was so sudden and new; a vast void filled with nothing but unashamed desire and all-consuming lust that gave him absolutely no inhibitions. It seemed that Aunt May's death had driven Peter to a point of no return with his rage and stress, and he had finally snapped, but you did not fault him for it. 
Instead, you desperately pleaded with him within a breathless whimper, voice quiet and knowing all-too-well that a , well, Peeping Tom was staring at you both with a macabre curiosity that had your sopping cunt gushing with need. 
"Peter, please….please kiss me." 
Peter's lips immediately crashed into yours, and you moaned into his lips as he shoved his briefs down and let his red, swollen, and leaking cock bounce out of its cotton prison. Peter was all over you, smothering you and keeping you tucked into his body so close that you realized he was shielding you as he forced you to wrap your legs around his waist. Did he realize what he was doing? Did he realize he was trying to protect you from some unseen force?
You didn't have any time to contemplate because Peter was already slipping inside of you and stretching you so deliciously that you couldn't help but moan out his name and clench your fists. You took them off the wall to clutch at his hair, and Peter pulled back immediately, his hand going to your throat and squeezing.
"What did I say?"
He was controlling the situation; trying to grasp that last sense of stability he had, and you were playing a very dangerous game. You knew you had to keep your hands on the wall until Peter said otherwise…but you couldn’t help but wonder how much you could push him before he finally snapped completely. 
And Peter knew that. 
His hips were brutal as he fucked you, keeping a firm hold of your throat with one hand and clutching your wrists in the other. His lips were brushing against yours, not quite kissing you but just close enough for your hot breath to ghost against his mouth. Peter was glaring down at you, jaw clenched and eyes practically black as he fucked your poor hole.
You were mewling, eyes rolled into the back of your head as you arched and squirmed within his grasp, and Peter moved his hand from your throat to clutch at your knee. He maneuvered it over his shoulder, angling his hips so he had the perfect angle, and you cried out his name desperately. 
"Peter!"
"You're so goddamn gorgeous, taking my cock like this, baby."
His voice was low and dangerous and so hot, and you pushed against his hand that had your wrists pinned against the wall. Peter tightened his grip for a moment before slipping out of you. You whined from the empty feeling before gasping as Peter spun you around and slammed you up against the wall once more. You splayed your hands out over the white paint, and groaned when Peter clutched at the hair at the back of your neck, locking his fingers into place and tugging. 
Peter slipped back inside of you, and you cried out when Peter spanked your ass hard, your skin immediately feeling hot and stinging from the impact. Peter was towering over you, his chest pressed against your back and his voice was hot and low against your ear.
"I fuck you so good, don't I, baby?"
"Ah! Y-yes, Peter! Yes!"
You had tears in your eyes from how deep Peter's cock was reaching inside of you, feeling so full and legs already aching as Peter thrust inside of you. Your fingernails had scratched some of the paint off the wall long ago, but you didn't care. 
You'd love to look at the marks and be reminded of the night Peter fucked you like an animal.
Peter was huffing and grunting, his balls slapping noisily against your skin, and you were still acutely aware of eyes on the two of you. A part of you felt embarrassed; ashamed, even, that Tom could hear and see everything happening…but there was another part, a dark and naughty part, that enjoyed the knowledge of Tom watching his doppelganger fuck you. 
Was he getting off to it? Was he jerking his cock and taking notes? Did his cock look and feel the same as Peter’s? 
Peter tugged harshly on your hair, making you cry out as he hissed quietly into your ear. 
"You thinking of him or me, baby?"
"Y-you! Just you!"
Peter groaned in satisfaction before he pulled out and forced you over to the couch. He was primal; a predator on the hunt as he stalked you. Peter slotted between your legs, pushing back inside of you, and he brought you legs over his shoulders.
"Look at me."
His voice was rough and harsh, but there was an acute desperation within Peter's eyes that made you unable to look away. With your hands freed from his grip, you clutched at Peter's shoulders, whining.
"Fuck, gonna cum, Pete!"
The coil inside of you was tight; ready to burst at any moment, and Peter's voice took a tone of borderline mockery.
"Yeah, gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my cock, babe? I bet you want to so fucking bad, huh?"
You mewled, eyes squeezing shut as his voice sent you teetering on the edge. Peter immediately moved a hand down between your bodies, thumbing your clit and making you gasp and scream his name.
Peter watched with a dark expression, lips parted and shaky breaths leaving his lips as he kept thrusting. He bit his lip, watching his cock fuck your pussy, and he clutched at your breasts, squeezing and flicking your nipples. He was close as well, eyebrows furrowed, and Peter looked at all the marks he had left on your neck.
God, you were so fucking beautiful.
You were overstimulated, whimpering as you writhed and squirmed beneath him, but Peter was too far gone in his pleasure. Finally, after a few unsteady thrusts, Peter whimpered out your name, clutching your hands and intertwining them as he finally came. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you, your lips parted in awe and ecstasy. Peter hovered over you, staring down at you as the anger and stress and despair rolled off his shoulders and dripped from his eyes. 
You gently cupped his cheek, watching as his strong shell cracked to show the vulnerable boy beneath the armor he had carefully crafted. Peter leaned down, sensually kissing you and sucking on your tongue to make you squirm. You hummed softly before whispering only loud enough for Peter to hear.
"Peter?"
Peter gazed at you, pursing his lips slightly as he murmured against your lips.
"What is it?"
You whispered softly, clutching him close to you.
"I love you."
Peter held you close, eyes filling with tears as he replied brokenly and kept his head on your chest.
"I love you too. May…Aunt May is….is gone. I….I couldn't save her."
You ran your fingers through Peter’s hair, replying softly.
"It's not your fault, baby. You know May would have done anything for you if it meant that you were alright."
Peter shook his head, whispering.
"You don't understand. It's my fault that any of this happened…!"
You sat up, bringing Peter with you and the two of you hissing when Peter was forced to pull out of you. 
"That may be true, but you can fix it. You've always been able to fix it. While….while we can't bring Aunt May back…what we can do is get those sons of bitches back to where they belong. Norman will not go unpunished, that I promise you."
Peter nodded slowly before he mumbled, a strange irritation settling within him.
"He watched the whole time, you know. I could feel him….just staring."
You were embarrassed but elected to smirk and whisper into Peter's ear.
"Good. I liked that a lot…and I sure wouldn't mind giving our lovely friend a rerun."
Peter blushed before glancing at you, looking unsure as he gazed at all the dark hickies and bruises he had left on your neck.
"Are you…are you sure I didn't go too far? I…I was losing control there. I didn't want to actually hurt you."
You nodded, running your fingers through Peter's hair. 
"I'm okay, babe, I promise. That was honestly the best sex we've ever had. Let's get cleaned up….and get the couch cleaned for Tom."
Peter nodded, grabbing his suit and helping you stand as your legs were completely jelly. Peter escorted you to the bedroom, allowing you to lie down as he took care of you; whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he wiped you down, and you were out almost immediately the second your head hit the pillows. 
Peter sat at your side, looking down at you as you slept; remembering every little detail that he could about your face. He kissed your forehead firmly, whispering. 
"I love you to the moon and back."
EXTENDED ENDING
Peter gently shut the door, back in his suit, and he froze at the sight of Tom sheepishly glancing around the corner.
"S-Sorry, mate, wasn't sure if it was…safe…to come out or not."
Peter looked slightly perturbed before he shook his head and raised a brow.
"What do you mean? You've been out here the whole time. Watching…."
Tom's face went red, and Peter almost frowned as the man stuttered.
"That's…that's not what happened! I-"
"-Don't care. Now you know who she truly belongs to, but I’ll…figure out a way to deal with you later.”
And with that, Peter left out the window, leaving Tom stunned in the living room.
[END]
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idk if your requests are open but i was wondering if you could write a (tom)peter parker x male reader fluff because i really enjoyed the other ones that you have written 🫶🫶🫶🫶 much love
if you read yaoi and/or bl regularly as a woman, get the fuck out of here!
synopsis ; peter parker x male! reader
warnings ; male (he/him) reader, cussing, (tom holland) peter parker, established relationship
note ; love me some classic peter parker fanfiction - and thank u for requesting!! not sure how long this has been sitting here for whoops
words ; 0.8k +
"Hey, boyfriend." You snickered, hanging your head over him. Multiple strands of hair followed your sudden movement — blocking your view of him, or rather, his view of you.
He looked up at your face and pushed the strands of your hair to the side of your face without thinking much of it. The smile he beamed right back at you made you feel as if he was trying to move away curtains that revealed a most breathtaking view — you, his wonderful boyfriend.
As cheesy as it sounded, the way you looked at him and leaned down made his mind play one of the most righteous theme songs of the Star Wars trilogy. The feeling of your face against his hand, the desire to just hold you and never let go, the heat of his blood rushing everywhere, it was scary. Peter could hardly think straight when you let a small smile shine through your expression, where was he supposed to look? What was he supposed to touch?
As if on instinct, Peter's hands that were once placed on either side of him on the bed, took action and slid up your waist to gain a little bit more control once he saw you close the distance a bit more by resting on your elbows instead of your palms when hovering over Peter.
His grip caught you by surprise, who knew he could be so initiating?
"Is... Is that okay?" He murmured, watching your expression, terrified he was maybe too assertive this time.
He already went through this struggle with where to touch, back when he thought he only liked girls — but now, it's different. Despite all those experiences, It's like he had to relearn everything about the boyfriend world. It's not the same, because this time, he's the one with the boyfriend, not so much the one having to worry about his role as the only boyfriend in the relationship.
And Peter really doesn't want to fuck it up with his boyfriend.
To his shock and awe, you snorted, dismissing all his worries with one single breath.
"Peter, your heart's made of pure gold, isn't it?" You sighed as you fully relaxed into your new boyfriend's arms, letting your arms slide underneath the small of his back and lock softly.
With your eyes closed, and ear against his heart, Peter could comfortably wear his expression of pure exasperation as he settled into your embrace — not having to worry about you reading his face.
"Uh," Peter leaned his head back against the pillows to think, causing his throat to relax under the pressure of gravity — producing a scratchy tone in his larynx, once could only describe it as infatuation-inducing. "Well, maybe. I mean, I let you be my boyfriend, didn't I? I must be a saint!" He joked, a complete 180 to his previous attitude as he attempted to lighten the heavy romantic tension. A smile adorned his face with ease as he looked down at you for a (hopefully) good reaction.
You opened your eyes to playfully glare at him, "I take back what I said; your heart's made of pure lego — it's completely evident."
Peter feigned offence, "Hey, what makes you say that?" getting a bit more comfortable, he rolled over to face you instead of having to crane his neck down, keeping his hands flush against your back throughout.
"The way your joints click and clack, the way you get all stiff and plastic-like when you get nervous, the way you're practically indestructible — not to mention how much space you allow Lego Star Wars to take up in your heart; there's lots of things, Peter. " You laughed near the end of your mini-speech, fiddling with the the collar of Peter's shirt right in front of your point of view.
"And hey, you're basically built like Lego Batman with those 12-pack abs. Not that I'm complaining..." Peter flushed at the blatant flirt directed at his body.
"I did not come here today to be berated, s/o." Peter chose to ignore the last thing you said, "and I do not get 'plastic-like' when I'm nervous." Peter frowned, to which you chuckled.
"You came here because you missed me, be honest." You corrected.
"Well... Yeah, but you don't have to say it out loud." He mumbled, his shy expression breaking into a grin when he saw you smile first.
"Why not? it's true, isn't it?" You closed the distance between the two of you even more, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, lips-to....
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned up to kiss him, shuddering when you felt his hand rub your back with a gentle force, pulling you impossibly closer to him to fully close the distance.
As the two of you kissed, Peter held you close and vowed to himself in his head, to always protect you. Because to protect you, means he'd be protecting precious moments like these.
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