: Peter can’t sleep, so he goes on a walk two levels above his to where he know he’ll get sleep
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The compound was quiet, well, if you considered quiet to be that Bucky, Steve and Sam was snoring from their rooms. Wanda was still up watching TV in her room, Natasha was downstairs training late, music blaring from the speakers in the training room.
If you asked Peter, some nights he would say it was annoying, other night he’d tell you it was completely fine since he was actually quite used to it after how long he’d now been living there. Some nights however, Peter found that living on the floor he lived on was not all peace and calm.
Since not only were Bucky and Sam on the same floor as him, but even Steve were on the same floor as him. Now, no matter how wealthy Tony was, he had yet to actually make the rooms soundproof. That meant Peter had to hear Sam’s alarm every morning at four thirty for him to wake up and go for a run. Then it was Steve’s alarm on the other side of his room that went off at five in the morning for Steve’s morning lifting and run.
In the day when Peter needed to do school work, that would be disrupted by Bucky and Sam arguing and sometimes being close to a physical fight, idiots. And with that came Steve who would try and stop the two of them.
So to say being a teenager in the compound wasn’t easy was a understatement. He lived with grown-ups who at times acted even more childish than Peter ever been in his entire life, constant bickering and competitions he was always dragged into.
But he wasn’t alone, because then there was y/n too. She was Natasha’s adopted daughter, Nat had found her in Budapest when on mission to kill Dreykov’s daughter. y/n was gonna get sent to the red room but Nat had found her before that and took in the scared girl.
Peter had been tossing around in his bed for the past two hours, unable to fall asleep as he knew that in just one hour, Sam’s alarm was about to blare, on a saturday morning. He tried ro switch position and get comfortable but ut didn’t work.
He was tired, Peter had been up until two in the morning working on a essay from school, finally getting it done and sending it in to his teacher. It was extremely tiresome along with bring Spider-Man and having to train.
He laid on his back, arms folded over his chest as he let out a annoyed huff of air. Banging his head back against the pillow as he got irritated at himself for not falling asleep.
No way in hell would Peter be able to fall asleep, it would be impossible with all the noises and knowledge of being awoken in about an hour by Sam’s damn alarm. But a he thought about it, it was just one thing he could do.
Throwing his blanket off of him, Peter stood up, grabbing it and wrapping the blanket around him. Making him look like a caterpillar with two legs as he marched towards his door. The hallway of his level was at time scary to walk past as you never knew if Steve or Bucky would wake up and look what was going on. Damn light sleepers.
Peter made his way into the elevator which was dimly lit, holding the blanket closer to himself. He pressed the button that was two levels above where he lived. Knowing Natasha was down in the main area and training, Peter had no worries.
Once the elevator reached the level where y/n lived on he immediately went straight for her door, holding a tired expression on his face the whole time as his blanket was still wrapped around him tightly from head to knees.
Peter knocked lightly on her door, pressing his ear ro see if she answered him or he had to walk inside and wake her up, which he would be ashamed and embarrassed of in the morning. When Peter thought he heard a faint call on ’What?..’he too that as his cue.
“y/n!” Peter whisper-shouted as he poked his head inside the girls room, it was engulfed in darkness.
“The hell do you want Peter?” y/n’s voice was filled with tiredness as she spoke, turning around to face the door where Peter was walking in. He was quick to walk inside, almost floating over the floor quietly as ge walked closer to y/n’s bed.
The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She slowly made out his form, wrapped up in his own blanket, his brown locks messy from him tossing and turning around and his face held a small pout of exhaustion.
“So, the caterpillar is on a walk again?” y/n asked teasingly as her voice laced with sleep.
“Shut up,” Peter told off. “Can I sleep in here?”
y/n moved over in her bed towards the other side of it, the bed was big enough for them both and this wasn’t anything new. I mean, what can you expect from clingy and loving Peter Parker when he’s your boyfriend? She patted the empty space for Peter.
“Come on, love, I wanna go back to sleep,” y/n laid down, opening up her arms for the boy to lay down under her comforter.
Peter didn’t hesitate to lay down next to y/n, moving so he laid with his head on her chest. Arms around her waist loosely as he tangled his legs with hers, making y/n let out a tired laugh at him. Moving her comforter over the both of them and them fixing Peter’s blanked over them too as he had just dropped it on the bed.
“Now, please tell me why you woke me up at three thirty on a saturday morning?” y/n edged her boyfriend, placing a kiss on his forehead before running her fingers through his messy brown hair.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Peter mumbled into the fabric of her shirt, that actually was his, eyes closed as he finally felt at peace.
“That’s all?” y/n yawned while petting his hair.
“Mhm,” Peter hummed as sleep started to finally over come him. Letting it take over his body as the comfort of y/n was all he needed ro really relax. It also helped that she lived on a separate level with Nat from the rest of them, it was quiet up here.
“The things I do for loving you,” y/n gave Peter another kiss on his forehead, moving so she was comfortable on the bed while closing her eyes.
“Love you,” Peter mumbled.
“Love you too,”
-Extra, brought to you by my dog-
“Should we wake them?” Clint asked as he, Natasha and Tony stood in the door of y/n’s room.
They all looked at the two teenagers that were tangled up in one another, Peter definitely being the one who was most clingy, even when sleeping.
“I think we should,” Tony said as he was about to walk inside the room and wake the two, Natasha however, was to quick and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt.
“No, leave them alone,”
“Nat, it’s almost twelve, they should be up by now.” Clint told his colleague and bestfriend as he looked at the two teenagers and then back at Nat.
“Actually, I think I’m just gonna go,” Tony slipped from Nats grip and down the hallway.
A sigh escaped Nat’s lips as she watched the two sleep, that sight was not something she would ever get used to. Her mind would always see that scared little girl that ran up to her in Budapest and frantically started to rant in russian about some men.
“She’s not gonna be a kid forever,” Clint placed a hand in Natasha’s shoulder and closed the door into y/n’s room.
“That I know,”
“Well, stop acting like she’s aways gonna be that scared little girl,”
“Oh I would kick your ass right now if they weren’t asleep in there Barton.”
with how quickly tasm flash started being all touchy and buddy buddy with peter i’m gonna assume they used to be friends before high school and him comforting peter about uncle ben’s death was the breaking point he needed to start being friends with him again
warnings: angst, general owie moments, mention of penis.
heyo!! i am not sure why i keep writing breakups for peter i need to give this kid a break fr but anyways here u go :D my masterlist can be found hereand my requests are open :)
“Peter Parker, MIT!” There was an outburst of applause as Peter hopped up the steps and accepted his diploma.
You’d already received yours, and with tears in your eyes, joyful ones for now, you clapped and hollered for Peter. You were so proud of him for getting into MIT, and it was evident with the way you were totally ruining your makeup.
After receiving his diploma he jogged over to where you were sitting, giving his apologies to the people he was pushing past, and planted a kiss on your cheek.
“We made it, love.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you, the picture perfect image of high school sweethearts, cheered for the rest of your classmates.
Once the ceremony was over, you, Peter, Ned, and MJ took photos, exchanging gifts you’d gotten each other.
“Guys- I’m gonna cry. You didn’t.” MJ fake sobbed as she pulled out her group gift, which was a gift card to the coffee shop she worked at.
Peter received a set of house keys (his own, he’d lost them and MJf ound them), Ned received a pair of socks, (Is this because of that one time I had a hole in my sock?”) and you received a notebook, and when you’d opened it there was just a quite detailed penis drawn on every page. (“I’m quite artistically talented.” explained MJ.)
After you’d waved goodbye to MJ and Ned, with promises of hanging out over the summer, you and peter headed home, hand in hand.
Your thumb was drawing circles on his palm, something he noticed you’d only done when you were nervous.
He tried to brush it off as the nerves of being a new high school graduate, but when he’d gone to unlock his front door, and you let go of his hand, he knew something was wrong.
“Pete wait.” You spoke, tucking the congrats grad bear he’d given to you in private under your arm and switching your handbag to the other hand.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” He turned around, leaving the key in the doorknob. You looked sad, almost, standing in the flickering lights of his apartment hallway, though you were ethereal to him nonetheless.
“I just- God why is this so hard- You’re going to MIT. And I’m so so proud of you.” Your voice cracked, and Peter felt his heart drop. “But, I’m not. I, fuck. I’m going to California Peter. Do you know how far away that is?” You laughed dryly, sniffling and looking over Peter’s shoulder. “Do you know how far Massachusetts is from California? It’s 3,000 miles, Pete. We, we can’t make that work.”
“Yes we can, I promise we can. Just, please. We have the summer and we can call and we can- I can get Mr. Stark to fly me over there every weekend and we can make it work. We can do it, please don’t, we can, we can.” He repeated, begging you, as you stood there with tears, this time sad ones, running down your cheek.
“Pete..” You said softly. “We can’t.”
“Mr. Stark-“
“Tony can’t do everything for you. You’re a college student now, I bet your internship is ending. An MIT student! The love of my life is going to MIT! You truly don’t know how happy you’ve made me. But we just can’t. Long distance doesn’t work Peter. I’d rather break our hearts now, then in the future, when we can’t get over it.” You untucked the bear from your arm, fiddling with its arms. “It just won’t work.” You finished.
Peter knew you were right. Long distance just did not work. Especially for people who were heading into two separate life paths. Long distance didn’t work if you didn’t know Peter was Spider-Man and had infinite access (well, to an extent,) of Tony’s resources.
“I- right. I’m- you’re right. I- Can I just kiss you one last time?” He put his bag down between his feet and held his arms out, but instead you placed the bear in his hands and shook your head.
“It’ll make things harder, Pete.”
“You’re right. Well,” He cleared his throat, trying to stop himself from breaking down right there. “Goodbye, I guess.”
“Goodbye, Peter. I love you.” You wiped your tears, waving goodbye and walking down the hall, and he could see your shoulders shaking from how you were sobbing.
“I love you too.” He waved behind you, watching you go, and he broke down in Aunt May’s arms when she opened the door.
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Thanks everyone for the patience with this series, I got very sick last week and haven’t been able to finish my next chapter yet. I’ve so far got about 4K words on it lol, but I just need to add a last few things. Thanks to everyone who comments and supports my posts, this series still has a bit to go and I have some keen ideas. Tomorrow I will post the next in the series and I’ll try and have the next one done by next Monday. I will also be posting a requested fic that I’m very excited with how it turned out.
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(I marked the smutwith *** if you’d like to skip that)
Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter = Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete
Word Count = 3200
You woke up groggily, blinking slowly as you glanced around them room noticing it was still dark. You reached blindly to the side of you flinging your arm around in attempt to find your phone. You found it and switched it on, flinching and blinking as the harsh light burnt your eyes. After a few moments your eyes adjusted, the blaring 12:57am glaring at you. You sighed in irritation, getting out of bed, and stumbling to the bathroom in your room.
After opening the door, you trudged back to your bed before you heard a soft thump from outside your door. You stopped, waiting for a moment before you heard another noise. It sounded like it was coming from your kitchen. You walked to your bedroom door and softly poked your head out look down the hall.
You heard a noise again and you moved back into your room and grabbed your Spiderman baseball bat, a birthday gift from Ned, one you now appreciated very much. You moved as silently as you could creeping towards the kitchen. Your tired brain, making temporarily forget your two other house guests, your brain immediately associating the noise with an intruder. You stopped by the corner separating the hall from the kitchen and gripped the bat tightly in your hands. You took a breath in and turned the corner raising the bat and swung hard at the sound.
A hand reached out and caught it, stopping it midswing. A shocked Pete stood holding the edge of the bat. You gasped, suddenly wide awake and mind reeling.
“I’m so so so sorry! Oh god I totally forgot you were here! Oh god oh” you gasped out.
“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s ok, I’m alright, spidey senses and all” the wise and gentle looking Peter smiled softly at you. Taking the bat softly out of your hands.
“Spidey senses, right. Parker calls them um peter tingle. That’s the super reflex thing you have… right” you breathed out, still in slight shock.
He chuckled softly, reaching out and squeezing your shoulder softly, “I’m sorry I woke you up sweetheart, I got a little lost in here,” he gestured around the kitchen, and you looked behind him and noticed an open cupboard.
“Oh, um. What were you looking for?” you questioned softly. “I should’ve shown you around more,” you chastised yourself softly.
Pete shook his head, “you’ve had quite a day, I didn’t really expect you to show me where the cups were,” he laughed. “I was just looking for a cup so I could have a drink.” He smiled at you softly, and you found yourself temporarily lost in his pretty blue eyes. So beautiful and blue, like to gorgeous pools you could just drown in. You let out a soft sigh, and turned past him gently, grabbing him two cups from their designated cupboard.
You turned to him, “would you just like some water, or some warm milk?” you asked him softly.
“Just a water, thank you,” he replied gently.
You poured two glasses of water and went to the kitchen counter placing his glass beside you, turning and leaning on the counter. He softly walked beside you, grabbing his glass, leaning his back against the counter, peering at you from the corner of his eyes. He was trying to be discreet as he watched you, but you noticed, cheeks flushing at his gaze.
“So… why are you awake,” you whispered gently.
He chuckled softy, “I could ask you the same thing princess,” he replied suavely, voice soft and velvety so close to your ear as he leant in closer to you. “I struggle to sleep sometimes, since my sleep patterns so messed up by patrols. Insomnia definitely not want of the perks of being Spiderman,” he sighed out loudly. It was then you noticed the bags under his very clearly tired eyes.
You turned to look at him more directly, taking in his features. He was very handsome, and you could tell he would have been very extremely handsome in his teens when he first became Spiderman. Not that he wasn’t extremely attractive right now. He looked very wise and gentle, with his sweet soft smile and gorgeous blue eyes that just peered into your soul. He moved closer to you, hand raises slowly and coming towards your face gently. You flushed red, mind halting as you watched him softly caress your cheek.
He pulled his hand back and gave you a shy smile, “you had an eyelash on your cheek sweetheart,” he whispered gently. Not moving away from you, his soft breath tickling your cheek.
“You keep calling me sweetheart,” you whispered out softly. Unknowingly inching closer and closer to him your chests almost touching.
Pete took a deep breath, “Sorry, do you want me to stop?“ he asked with a soft head tilt.
You bit your lip softly. Noticing as his eyes flicked down to your lips at the action. “No,” you whispered out softly. Both of you lunging forward at the same time, lips crashing together passionately. He started licking at your lips softly, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other gripping your neck softly. You wrapped his arms around his neck, letting out a soft moan as his tongue tangled with yours.
***
Your kiss turned from passionate to desperate very quickly. You let out a gasp when he picked you up by your waist and thrust you up onto the counter. You whined into his mouth softly, as his began slide up from your waste inching towards your breasts. Your hands sliding up and down his well defined abs, groaning at the well defined muscles. When he finally broke away from your mouth you gasped, trying to catch your breath as he moved to your jaw littering it with soft kisses. He quickly found your sweet spot, giving it a soft suck at the same moment he gripped your breasts over your shirt. You gasped out, hips involuntarily bucking forward at his actions.
His left hand, went down under your shirt, moving up and grabbing your nipple gently twisting it softly. You pulled away from him softly, pushing him off you, watching as his face fall gently. You giggled, grabbing his face in his hands and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. You pulled away from him again, giggling at his hesitant face and ripped off your shirt, biting your lips as you watched he grew visibly excited, staring lustfully at your breasts. You lifted your arms to him in an invitation for him to join you again and he hastily moved back to you, lips immediately connecting to your neck in a litter of soft kisses.
He kissed, further down and down your neck, moving to your chest in a line until his mouth was wrapped around your left nipple. His right hand simultaneously grabbing your other nipple and softly twisted it. You let out a whimper as he pleasured your breasts. You were so wrapped up in the attention to your boobs that you didn’t notice his left hand slipping down your hips and into your pants until his finger gently ran up and down your slit. You let out a loud gasp, throwing your head back and thrusting your hips into his hand. “Oh, your so wet for already sweetheart,” he whimpered out moving back to your ear.
You gasped as his finger glazed your clit gently, “Oh Pete, please,” you cried out. He chuckled softly, licking at your neck sweetly, before suddenly thrusting two fingers into you, your pussy so wet they slid in with ease. You let out a strangled moan, as he instantly rubbed against you g-spot, thrusting his fingers in an out of you at a fast pace. “Oh fuck yes,” you cried out, as he finger fucked your pussy at an unrelenting pace. Expertly rubbing figure eights into your clit, whilst his fingers moved inside you hitting all the right places. However, the most intense part of it all was his gaze, watching you so sweetly. Eyes watching you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, a smile on his face as if this is the only place in the world he wanted to be.
Peter groaned throatily into your ear, voice filled with complete lust, “Does that feel good sweetheart, you going to come so quickly aren’t you sweetheart,” he groaned out throatily in your ear, fingers moving at an unrelenting pace. You felt that familiar pressure in forming in your lower stomach already, shocked at how quickly was bringing you to completion.
You cried out, “oh yes, I’m gonna come Pete, yes, yes!” you cried out in bliss hips moving against his hand desperately chasing your release desperately. Pete groaned in your ear “Yea, you gonna come all over my fingers sweetheart. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he groaned in your ear.
“Oh Pete, Peter… oh yes,” you screamed out, your release hitting you hard, cumming hard all over his fingers. His name the only thing coming from your mouth, as he watched you with a soft smile Eyes rolling back into your head, as his fingers never halted, thumb moving fast and hard on your clit as he mouths latched back onto your nipple, twisting the other hard making your orgasm even more intense. His fingers never halting until you whined softly, gently pushing his wrist as an indication for him to stop. Your pussy throbbing and shaking from overstimulation and your powerful orgasm.
***
You whole body shook gently, leaning back on the counter as you softly caught your breath. Your arm covering your eyes as you slowly caught your breath. Slowly, you sat back up and looked at Pete, who was watching you with such a loving and gentle expression, the sweetest smile on his lips. He fell forward gently, head on your chest looking up at you with soft eyes. You leant down and gave him a sweet kiss, nuzzling his nose with yours as you both laughed softly.
You looked at his gentle face, softly bringing your hand down reaching to grab his member through pants. He grabbed your hand softly before you made contact, bring your hand up to his face and kissing the palm of your hand softly.
He looked at you with those wise eyes, “Watching you was more than enough for me sweetheart” he spoke softly, looking away with a slightly embarrassed expression. “But I want you to feel good to,” you yawned out, tiredness suddenly overwhelming you. He chuckled as you yawned, shaking his head softly and moving in to give you a tight embrace, arms sitting comfortably under your arms. Still on the counter you wrapped your legs around his thin waist and rested your head on his shoulder. You held each other tightly, a small smile on your face as he breathed into your hair, occasionally nuzzling his face in it, like an affectionate cat.
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You blinked drearily, the sun hitting your eyes as you squinted into your room, slowly waking up. You reached for your phone and blinked at the screen having woken up one minute before your alarm was to go off. Quickly turning off your alarm before the obnoxious ring could go off. Getting up softly, you trudged to the bathroom.
As you finished up, you walked past your mirror looking at yourself with a glance. You got a few steps back into your bedroom, before you stopped sprinting back into the bathroom, slamming your hands on the sink and looking at your reflection. A deep hickey was on your lower neck towards your collarbone. “Oh, my fuck!” you whisper shouted at your reflection, all the memories of last night running through your mind a mile a minute.
You walked into your bedroom, standing still for a moment brain running a mile a minute. ‘I were fingered by an alternate universe Peter Parker last night in my kitchen’… ‘I was fucking fingered by an alternate universe Peter Parker’…. I was fingered by an alternate version of my best friend who I’ve been in love with for years! Oh, fucking christ, what the fuck is wrong with me’ you cried out internally as you fell onto your bed face first, groaning into the pillows.
You laid there internally screaming at yourself for at least another five minutes, before sitting up abruptly, and finding a shirt that covered the mark on your neck. You can’t stay in your room all day again, and Parker was planning on coming over at 10:00 with MJ and Ned, and altercation you were at all keen on, after a few weeks of separation from the group. You grabbed your phone, you had an hour and a half left until they arrived. But god damn it this was your house, you weren’t gonna hide in your own house.
You walked at of your room determination filling you, until you walked into the kitchen, eyes finding the two glasses on the counter, and you immediately flushed bright red, shrinking in on yourself as you turned to retreat into your room after all.
“Oh, good morning,” you heard softly to behind you. You turned around and were met with Peter, standing in the kitchen, you hadn’t noticed him, eyes only finding the glasses. You flushed bright red, when you realized he was only in his boxers, smiling at you softly with a spatula in his hand. “Oh, um… sorry! Um Pete came with a change of clothes, but I just had my suit and I didn’t want to sleep in spandex,” he rambled out, hands reaching around himself awkwardly. You couldn’t help but laugh out hard, he looked like a lady trying to cover her parts when she dropped her towel, it was quite a funny sight.
You turned away from him walking down the hall, still cackling as you left him in the kitchen. Peter stood bewildered turning on the spot slowly, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. His head perked up when he heard you laugh track back down the hall towards him again, and he watched as you walked out the hall, holding a shirt in your hand. You wiped your eyes, still softly chucking as you handed him the clothes in your arms, “I don’t know if it will fit you, I think it’ll be a little small Pet-Parker, leaves a lot of his clothes here when he spends… used to spend the night,” you said, still laughing slightly.
You watched him chuck on the T-shirt quickly, looking at you he spread his arms out in a tada action, and you snorted, covering your mouth as you started laughing hysterically again. The shirt was far to small for him. His arms looked huge, and the bottom of the shirt rested in the middle of his stomach, highlighting his abs, and well-defined hip bones. You giggled softly despite your flushed face, it was a funny look, but you had to admit… he looked fucking hot. You wanted to run your hand up and down his abs, much as you had done to Pete last night. You shivered at the memory, laughter dying down quickly, as you recalled the night again.
You know Peter noticed your rapid change in attitude, but he didn’t comment. Peter sniffed at the air still wearing the way to small shirt, before yelping out “Shit! Oh shit,” as he turned to the pan you had not noticed till now. You looked at the burnt pan, the scent of burnt and smoke suddenly overwhelming your nose, as you stared at what you believed was once a pan of eggs and bacon. “Oh damn… I just, wanted to wake you up with some breakfast,” he mumbled dejectedly, as he took the burnt pan and but it in the sink.
You giggled gently at the absolutely devastated look on his face, walking over to him and grabbing his arm gently, “Well thank you anyway, it was a sweet thought,” you cooed at him softly stroking his arm gently. He turned his head at you slightly, a soft smile on his features as he looked at you with his powerful brown eyes. His eyes always seemed to have a playful glint in them, a characteristic you were already quite fond of. You head unconsciously moved towards him slightly, overcome with a wave of something you couldn’t quite describe. Something about these two boys just made you lose all your control, you flicked your eyes down to his lips and his eyes flicked to yours lips as well, his eyes suddenly excited.
Before he glanced back up at your eyes and suddenly he looked completely panicked and scared. He coughed turning away sharply, “um, Pete went out for a swing this morning, said he couldn’t just sit around anymore. Felt like he should be looking for his villains as well,” he rubbed his face harshly, “I was gonna go out looking as well, but I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast,” he uttered gesturing back to the pan in the sink.
You sighed softly and tried not to be disappointed that he had turned away. Not that you should be at all, I mean you were still hopelessly in love with your own Peter, and last night you done… things with Pete. What the hell is wrong with your head. It was just something about these two new boys, that made you feel comfortable, like you’re always supposed to be in their arms. It’s like you’ve known them forever. What made this the hardest however, was that you felt as if you were betraying your Peter by thinking so sinfully about the other two. But you knew that you’d never have your Peter like you had Pete last night, and it saddened you. Maybe that’s why you were acting so crazy, maybe you just wanted to have a chance with any version of Peter.
You jumped when a hand touched your shoulder softly, Peter’s handsome face greeting you. That crooked soft smile back on his face. Looking at you with questioning eyes and the cutest little head tilt. You smiled, all those bad thoughts temporarily forgotten. “My umm…. My… my friends are coming over at 10:00. I can always ask them to bring some food over?” you muttered out, starting to smile his happiness contagious. “That would be great princess,” he grinned, turning, and wrapping an arm around your shoulder playfully shaking you, “I’m keen to meet your Peters friends hmm. Wonder if they were like mine. I’ll text Pete and tell him to be back by 10:00,” his head coming down as he gave you a sideways, grin so wide his whole face crinkled up, causing a giggle to bubble down your throat.
He let you go gently, flipping over the kitchen counter as if it was nothing, pulling his phone out of what seemed to be nowhere. You pursed your lips as you watched him, before sighing and pulling out your phone. Your fingers hovered over Parkers contact name, the My Bug Boy staring you in the face dauntingly, before you slid down to MJ’s contact, and decided against both. Clicking on Ned’s name and asking him to pick up some food before he came over. The first message you had sent in a very long time, and you cringed at all the messages on his side. Messages to which you had never replied. You breathed in and turned back over to Peter… who was now texting… upside down… on the wall. He gave you a goofy smile and a small wave before turning back to his phone You sighed dramatically grabbing the counter, and turning to face the two daunting glasses still untouched. Today was going to be a long day.
NWH Spoilers below and in this series, read at your own risk!!!(Masterlist will be updated as story progresses, not much yet)
Summary:Your best friend and long term crush Peter Parker rocks up at your apartment with two other Peters Parkers in tow and tells you he has managed to break the damn multiverse. You agree to host the two other Peters, whilst your Peter tries to fix the damn multiverse. What will happen during a full week with three Peters filtering in and out of your apartment.
Warnings: NWH spoilers, eventual smut, light dom/sub, multiple partners, threesomes, foursomes, kinda cheating but not really, angst, fluff, so dang fluffy, jealousy, slow burn (kinda),
NWH SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
I’m not very good at writing, but loved this idea so I decided to make it. If people like then series then i’ll definitely keep it up. (this is just a bit of needed back story, and the start of the story. Hopefully some people like it ☺️)
Prologue
You’d had a crush on your best friend Peter for as you long as you can remember. You’d originally become best friends back when you were both just little kids. You’d pushed him over and screamed at him for destroying your sand castle in the sand pit, but when he cried so hard screaming apologies and crying about an it being an accident you stopped. You felt so bad looking at the snot and sand covered boy, that you offered him the last of your cookie to get him to stop crying and the rest was history.
From that day on you were inseparable, when exactly your feelings became romantic you weren’t entirely sure. You supposed it was the sweet nicknames he whispered in your ear at movie nights, or the random flowers and chocolates he gifted you. Mixed with the day he spilt juice all over his shirt and shocked you with a well defined and perfect set of abs. Truly how could you not have a crush on him. When he finally told you he was Spider-Man, you weren’t actually that surprised. He was a sweet boy, and a good superhero but a bloody horrendous liar. You’d noticed early on the signs, catching on to his very suspicious excuses, but you feigned surprise when he told you anyway.
Ned was the first to know about your crush on Peter, catching you watching him wistfully, while he was going on and on about his crush on Liz, and connecting the ties early on. You were scared he knew at first, but thankfully your crush on the Peter seemed to be the only secret he could keep. You were excited when MJ, joined your little gang, excited for a female confidant. You where instantly close, becoming great friends in a mere few days. Peter was still your number one of course, but you and MJ shared a special connection instantly. Peter and MJ became the two best friends you could’ve ever asked for, caring, kind and funny. Which is what made it all the more devastating when you noticed the shared looks they started to give each other. Your heart absolutely shattering, when they became official. Hiding the devastation and tears in your eyes, when you realised they were perfect for each other, because who were you to ruin such a perfect couple.
The events after Mysterio were all just blur to you now. You recall a flurry of police investigations, watching Peters house on tv from the flurry of helicopters surrounding his windows, to getting denied MIT admission with your friends, the sadness of watching Peter and MJ get closer and closer. To distancing yourself from Peter, MJ and Ned, unable to watch the couple any longer. All of the moments leading to now. You standing mouth opening and closing as you stood in your lounge-room staring at your very guilty looking Peter Parker in his Spider-Man suit… with two more Peter Parker’s in suits standing behind him, rambling words a mile a minute at you.
“I’m sorry, you did a what now?” You snapped, cutting him off, head still reeling from the information the boy had just rambled, barely catching a word. You watched as Peters face flinched from your words, shrinking in on himself even more.
“A spell… to make everyone forget I was Spider-Man and it uhh kinda went wrong and I broke the multiverse, and now there’s two other Peters, and a bunch of crazy villains runny around in our universe.” Peter rambled out quickly, seemingly finding the feet of his suit very interesting. “ I just wanted you to go to MIT, and everything went wrong” he whispered the last part, staring up at you with those damn big beautiful eyes.
A flush hit your cheeks at his gaze, but you hid it with irritation, “I have so many damn questions Parker! I don’t even know where to start Peter!” You screeched, throwing your hands up in irritation. “Actually, yes I do. Why the hell are you and um, and the other two uh Peters at my house then, and I don’t know fixing the damn multiverse you broke then?” You snapped.
Peter flushed, hand running through the hair on the back of his head, a nervous tick of his you knew well. Your nerves growing with each passing second as your Peter and the other two Peters both looking between each other and back at you with nervous eyes.
“Well, um you see. They kinda need a place to stay, and with your parents away on holidays for the next month I kinda thought that they could stay here.” Peter mumbled, biting his lip and looking at you with big puppy dog eyes. Both the other two Peters stepping in closer to you, hands clasped together, pouting with big puppy eyes.
“Please, Y/N! Let us stay!” They all chorused. Staring you down with three sets of brown, gorgeous pleading eyes.
You bit your lip, looking between your Peter and the other two. Your eyes strayed to the left where a more matured and gentle looking Peter stood, pleading eyes staring at you, staring at you with an intensity and wisdom. Before you slid your eyes to the right, where a very tall and sculpted looking Peter was staring at you, a crooked smile on his face and soft kind eyes pleading with your very soul. Before sliding your eyes back to your Peter, who was staring at you so pleadingly, desperation so clear on his face.
“Mmmmmmmm.” You groaned, crossing your arms over you chest. Determination faltering with each passing second as the three boys stared at you with such big pleading eyes. “Oh dammit, fine ok! Ok! Just please, all of you! Stop staring at me with those big beautiful brown eyes!” You sighed, uncrossing your arms, covering you eyes with your arm dramatically to avoid their intense gazes.
“Yes!” Your Peter shouted, jumping up and down. The other two Peters also standing straight, big smiles adjourned on their faces. Your Peter did a little happy dance, before wrapping you in a big hug, a flush covering your cheeks with how tightly he held you, twirling you around in excitement. “I’ll be back tonight, I have to go talk to Doctor Strange, I’ll bring you Pizza and flowers and your favourite ice cream as a thank you tonight. I’m gonna fix this so quick, I promise they’ll only be here for a week at least.” He rambled, all whilst putting on his mask and jumping out the window before you could even blink.
You stood in shock, staring at the window, secretly hoping your Peter would come back any second and tell you this was all a big joke. But with each second that passed, the reality sat in as you slowly turned back to the other two Peters, both of them looking at you expectantly, small smiles on their faces. But something in their gazes made your brain stop for a moment, as both the boys looked at you with soft looks, and small smiles, eyes shining in excitement… looking almost as if they, recognised you? You felt you heartbeat race, flush covering your cheeks from the intensity of their stares, biting your lip softly and looking away to avoid their intense gazes. Trying to calm you racing heart.
“Wait….. did he just say at least a week!” You screeched, turning back to them. Both Peters giving you guilty smiles in return.
I’m finally rewatching The Amazing Spider-Man after like 10 years lol, and so much went over my head as a kid. Why isn’t he like swarming with girls. He’s like 6’1 and nervous but not really awkward like he’s smart and witty and doesn’t back down. Like …. Marc Webb.. how is he not being tackled by every 15-17 year old girl in the school?
Your Friendly Neighborhood Sensitive Spider [TASM!Peter Parker]
Summary : Peter’s senses are really easily overwhelmed. He always finds comfort in you. This time you’re the reason of his sensitivity.
Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, smut, pure smut really, i can barely remember the plot, it’s just filth, creampie, heats basically ??, primal kink, dark undertones, dub-con kinda, pet names (bunny), handjob, pussyjob, face sitting, cumplay, masturbation kinda, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation of both peter and reader, manhandling of reader (peter basically doesn’t stop fucking her), overwhelmed/oversensitive peter, titty worshipping (a teenie tiny bit), a lot of cum omg ?? genuinely, this is pure fucking smut, only that, kinda very precise description of physical features and sexual events ?? idk, please avoid at all costs if you think you might be triggered by any of these topics or the fic
A/N : did i write 10k plus words of smut ?? maybe… enjoy this because school is starting again and i bitch decided to pursue an education instead of running away in the wild
