Ree/42/Amused in IL/Poly and Demisexual/Blerd/All-Around Weirdo. Main account is @kalliravenne. I love my fandoms and the friends I’ve made along the way. Written in other fandoms, testing the waters in this strange new world I’ve fallen into. Welcome to the insanity. (18+ Only)
Hi. I’m Ree (or Ariel, if you like), and I’m new to this fandom. I’ve written for others in the past - SPN and WWE especially - but I kinda stumbled into this and it’s been fun.
I hope you enjoy what you find.
A couple of ground rules:
There’s no RPF, out of all respect for Andrew Garfield. When I do write him it’ll always be based on certain characters he’s portrayed. Currently it’s Peter Parker, but after that - who knows? That’s the fun of it.
Also, unless the fic or imagine indicates otherwise: MINORS under 18, Do Not Interact! This blog will, by and large, have fics that contain graphic language, dark themes, sexual content, and violence. There will be warnings of course, and I love a good fluff piece now and then, but please bear this in mind.
I’m not open to requests just yet, but maybe in the future...I’ll keep you posted.
If you’d like to be tagged for any of my works, there’s a tag form for that.
But enough of my shenanigans. Here’s the fics:
Multi-Part Fics:
Everything’s Alright - (TASM!Peter Parker x Healer!Reader) - A story in three parts. Overall warnings for hurt/comfort, intimate smut, and superpowered idiots in love. (Ao3 link!)
Angel of the Airwaves - (TASM!Peter Parker x Black OC!Michaela Brand) - A multi-chapter AU currently in progress! Warnings for non-con elements, recovery/aftermath, vigilantism, dark themes, explicit sexual content, and graphic acts of violence. (Ao3 link!)
Imagines:
Dirty Thoughts - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for some very dirty language
Don’t Cry - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - No warnings, just comforting a sick reader
Stargazing - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for sexy times under the stars
Adorn - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for intense sexy times
One More Light - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for themes of depression hurt/comfort
The Wolf - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for dubcon and stalker vibes
Pretty Boy - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for sexy times
NEW! Emergence - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for sexy times
One-Shots:
I’d Die Without You - (TASM!Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader) - Warnings for language and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional)
Grace (Don’t Take It Away) - (TASM!Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader) - Warnings for language and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional)
Say It - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for language and sexy times
Say It...A Little Louder - (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader) - Warnings for language, sexy times, and fluff
a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant
Read on AO3 because, yeah.
TW: SENSITIVE/DARK CONTENT
(warnings listed at the bottom of this post)
Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's its god.
The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone — at a coffee shop, no less — smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him.
Of Monsters and Men • Mother's Day • The Perfect Drug • Madripoor • The Skulls • Eye for an Eye • A Simple Favor
+ bonus content below
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Other tags: Can be considered 'Reader', No physical descriptions, NO use of Y/N, Angst, Sensitive Content Warning, Read the Warnings, Enemies to Lovers, Mob!Peter, Mafia!AU, Peter Parker is a Mess, Rich Peter Parker, Mob!Peter Parker, Childhood Trauma, Blood and Injury, So Much Pining, no y/n, Forced Cohabitation, Past Domestic Ab*se, A mafia story that's actually violent and not silly, Forced Relationship, Slow Burn, Cute Dates, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Addiction, Yandere!Peter sorta, Steamy Photo Sessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Expl*cit S**ual Content, Sexual Tension, Mutual M*sturb*tion, Dark Past, Secrets, Dark Peter Parker, Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), New York City, Kidnapping, Coffee Shop Meet Cute, Superior Spider
Your bottom lip stung. A faint tease of copper graced your taste buds, but your teeth held fast.
Not a sound, he said. You weren't allowed.
You were being punished, he said.
The voice notes you left for Peter while he was working, that was one thing. Teases of you in and out of the shower, then walking around in one of his favorite T-shirts were pretty standard fare. Even the tease of you with one of your toys wasn't unexpected.
Peter was fine with those things. He welcomed them, encouraged them. But this time, when going away for a business trip this weekend, there was an additional and surprising caveat.
“Don't play without me, bunny.”
No toys, no digital stimulation, no using the showerhead…nothing. You were to wait until he got home. Be a good girl, and you’d be thoroughly rewarded.
And if you didn’t?
Brat that you were, you decided to fuck around and find out.
The voice notes begging him to let you play even a little bit, that was one thing. Teases in video form of you sliding one of your favorite toys in and out of your mouth, wishing it was him…pushed it a little and got you a warning.
You would have stopped there. But the desire to suck his cock, to feel him pulsing on your tongue while hearing his moans, made the ache even worse.
It was the video that came from that desperation. That sealed your fate.
The one of you mewling and pleading while your dual-vibe went wild on both your clit and g-spot, making such a mess on his side of the bed…
Well. He couldn’t let that stand, could he?
When you stirred the following morning, you were naked with your hands tightly webbed to the bedpost. And at the foot of the bed, Peter stood tall in his black suit. Jacket removed. Tie undone. Sleeves rolled up to elbows. Hair slightly tousled.
But those eyes? That fire wasn’t just the morning sunbeams.
That gaze was new.
That gaze was Trouble.
That gaze held yours as he used your toy against you.
The very same dual-vibe used to draw out that deliciously shivery orgasm. At its strongest and most consistent speed - your favorite - he mimicked the way you fucked yourself in the video, pinning your thighs open so you couldn’t stop him.
The scenario was also drastically different.
Because not only were you not allowed to make a sound…
“Oh, you’re shaking. You’re shaking for me, aren’t you? Does that mean you’re gonna come for me? Hmmm?
“...No, bunny…not this time. Not just yet.”
He edged you until he was satisfied. Until you’d done your due penance for being a brat.
Was it worth it?
After making an even bigger mess when he finally allowed you to come? After his tender hands carried you into a hot bath, made you breakfast, and cuddled you for the rest of the morning?
Your bottom lip stung. A faint tease of copper graced your taste buds, but your teeth held fast.
Not a sound, he said. You weren't allowed.
You were being punished, he said.
The voice notes you left for Peter while he was working, that was one thing. Teases of you in and out of the shower, then walking around in one of his favorite T-shirts were pretty standard fare. Even the tease of you with one of your toys wasn't unexpected.
Peter was fine with those things. He welcomed them, encouraged them. But this time, when going away for a business trip this weekend, there was an additional and surprising caveat.
“Don't play without me, bunny.”
No toys, no digital stimulation, no using the showerhead…nothing. You were to wait until he got home. Be a good girl, and you’d be thoroughly rewarded.
And if you didn’t?
Brat that you were, you decided to fuck around and find out.
The voice notes begging him to let you play even a little bit, that was one thing. Teases in video form of you sliding one of your favorite toys in and out of your mouth, wishing it was him…pushed it a little and got you a warning.
You would have stopped there. But the desire to suck his cock, to feel him pulsing on your tongue while hearing his moans, made the ache even worse.
It was the video that came from that desperation. That sealed your fate.
The one of you mewling and pleading while your dual-vibe went wild on both your clit and g-spot, making such a mess on his side of the bed…
Well. He couldn’t let that stand, could he?
When you stirred the following morning, you were naked with your hands tightly webbed to the bedpost. And at the foot of the bed, Peter stood tall in his black suit. Jacket removed. Tie undone. Sleeves rolled up to elbows. Hair slightly tousled.
But those eyes? That fire wasn’t just the morning sunbeams.
That gaze was new.
That gaze was Trouble.
That gaze held yours as he used your toy against you.
The very same dual-vibe used to draw out that deliciously shivery orgasm. At its strongest and most consistent speed - your favorite - he mimicked the way you fucked yourself in the video, pinning your thighs open so you couldn’t stop him.
The scenario was also drastically different.
Because not only were you not allowed to make a sound…
“Oh, you’re shaking. You’re shaking for me, aren’t you? Does that mean you’re gonna come for me? Hmmm?
“...No, bunny…not this time. Not just yet.”
He edged you until he was satisfied. Until you’d done your due penance for being a brat.
Was it worth it?
After making an even bigger mess when he finally allowed you to come? After his tender hands carried you into a hot bath, made you breakfast, and cuddled you for the rest of the morning?
Your bottom lip stung. A faint tease of copper graced your taste buds, but your teeth held fast.
Not a sound, he said. You weren't allowed.
You were being punished, he said.
The voice notes you left for Peter while he was working, that was one thing. Teases of you in and out of the shower, then walking around in one of his favorite T-shirts were pretty standard fare. Even the tease of you with one of your toys wasn't unexpected.
Peter was fine with those things. He welcomed them, encouraged them. But this time, when going away for a business trip this weekend, there was an additional and surprising caveat.
“Don't play without me, bunny.”
No toys, no digital stimulation, no using the showerhead…nothing. You were to wait until he got home. Be a good girl, and you’d be thoroughly rewarded.
And if you didn’t?
Brat that you were, you decided to fuck around and find out.
The voice notes begging him to let you play even a little bit, that was one thing. Teases in video form of you sliding one of your favorite toys in and out of your mouth, wishing it was him…pushed it a little and got you a warning.
You would have stopped there. But the desire to suck his cock, to feel him pulsing on your tongue while hearing his moans, made the ache even worse.
It was the video that came from that desperation. That sealed your fate.
The one of you mewling and pleading while your dual-vibe went wild on both your clit and g-spot, making such a mess on his side of the bed…
Well. He couldn’t let that stand, could he?
When you stirred the following morning, you were naked with your hands tightly webbed to the bedpost. And at the foot of the bed, Peter stood tall in his black suit. Jacket removed. Tie undone. Sleeves rolled up to elbows. Hair slightly tousled.
But those eyes? That fire wasn’t just the morning sunbeams.
That gaze was new.
That gaze was Trouble.
That gaze held yours as he used your toy against you.
The very same dual-vibe used to draw out that deliciously shivery orgasm. At its strongest and most consistent speed - your favorite - he mimicked the way you fucked yourself in the video, pinning your thighs open so you couldn’t stop him.
The scenario was also drastically different.
Because not only were you not allowed to make a sound…
“Oh, you’re shaking. You’re shaking for me, aren’t you? Does that mean you’re gonna come for me? Hmmm?
“...No, bunny…not this time. Not just yet.”
He edged you until he was satisfied. Until you’d done your due penance for being a brat.
Was it worth it?
After making an even bigger mess when he finally allowed you to come? After his tender hands carried you into a hot bath, made you breakfast, and cuddled you for the rest of the morning?
Your bottom lip stung. A faint tease of copper graced your taste buds, but your teeth held fast.
Not a sound, he said. You weren't allowed.
You were being punished, he said.
The voice notes you left for Peter while he was working, that was one thing. Teases of you in and out of the shower, then walking around in one of his favorite T-shirts were pretty standard fare. Even the tease of you with one of your toys wasn't unexpected.
Peter was fine with those things. He welcomed them, encouraged them. But this time, when going away for a business trip this weekend, there was an additional and surprising caveat.
“Don't play without me, bunny.”
No toys, no digital stimulation, no using the showerhead…nothing. You were to wait until he got home. Be a good girl, and you’d be thoroughly rewarded.
And if you didn’t?
Brat that you were, you decided to fuck around and find out.
The voice notes begging him to let you play even a little bit, that was one thing. Teases in video form of you sliding one of your favorite toys in and out of your mouth, wishing it was him…pushed it a little and got you a warning.
You would have stopped there. But the desire to suck his cock, to feel him pulsing on your tongue while hearing his moans, made the ache even worse.
It was the video that came from that desperation. That sealed your fate.
The one of you mewling and pleading while your dual-vibe went wild on both your clit and g-spot, making such a mess on his side of the bed…
Well. He couldn’t let that stand, could he?
When you stirred the following morning, you were naked with your hands tightly webbed to the bedpost. And at the foot of the bed, Peter stood tall in his black suit. Jacket removed. Tie undone. Sleeves rolled up to elbows. Hair slightly tousled.
But those eyes? That fire wasn’t just the morning sunbeams.
That gaze was new.
That gaze was Trouble.
That gaze held yours as he used your toy against you.
The very same dual-vibe used to draw out that deliciously shivery orgasm. At its strongest and most consistent speed - your favorite - he mimicked the way you fucked yourself in the video, pinning your thighs open so you couldn’t stop him.
The scenario was also drastically different.
Because not only were you not allowed to make a sound…
“Oh, you’re shaking. You’re shaking for me, aren’t you? Does that mean you’re gonna come for me? Hmmm?
“...No, bunny…not this time. Not just yet.”
He edged you until he was satisfied. Until you’d done your due penance for being a brat.
Was it worth it?
After making an even bigger mess when he finally allowed you to come? After his tender hands carried you into a hot bath, made you breakfast, and cuddled you for the rest of the morning?
I keep thinking he and I are very much the same age so it would be easy as hell, and I'm both constructing a story and trying to talk myself out of it. I'm a mess 😱
