kitchen counter makeouts with pookie bear tasm peter <3
— @inkluvs (ivy)
the way you know damn well you are indulging me adjdkdk and I love you for it bae MWAH @inkluvs
pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
tags: just sweet ol fluff, established relationship, first time writing for peter, normal sized text under the cut! <3
word count: 1.2.K
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With Peter going on patrol until the nightly hours, you'd become used to cooking dinner later in the day. It wasn't a huge deal; you worked from home, and you were usually up when he was back anyways. Whether it was to tend to his injuries, hear about what he'd encountered that day, or just to cook some of his favorite pasta, you were always there for him when he returned. And he really appreciated that.
When you're a superhero, especially an anonymous one, it can be hard to find people to fall back on. That's why he considers having you one of his greatest strengths.
You're absentmindedly stirring some sauce when your boyfriend slips in through the bedroom window. He calls it the "spider-door", you call it a bad habit. He still uses it anyways. It's hard to use the front door of your apartment when you're dressed like the city's most popular vigilante.
He can smell the delicious mix of herbs and ingredients from the other room. The stress from the day was already melting off him, and he hadn't even spoken to you yet. He'd taken the liberty of slipping out of his suit and into a comfortable pair of sweats and a shirt. Although he did think it was snazzy, after wearing it almost the entire day, he couldn't wait to be out of it.
A pair of familiar strong arms wind around your waist, an even more familiar pair of lips pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You're used to it by now, the unexpected, sneaky greetings late at night. You weren't spooked by him, you rarely were. He likes to think his spidey senses have rubbed off on you.
He breathes in the scent of you, cheek resting onto your shoulder, and you can feel him relax into you.
"Good to see you too baby," you move your head to press a chaste kiss to his head, "how was patrol?"
"Fine," he sounds tired, and it's kind of hot, "stopped that coffee shop you like from being broken into."
"My hero," you chuckle, "now I won't have to miss those delicious chocolate croissants."
He whines lowly in response. It's a stark contrast to how he usually is, all talkative, giddy, boyish grins and jokes, bubbly laughter and strong hugs. Being a superhero will do that to you. Not exactly change you, just tire you out. A lot.
"Tired?" You ask, eyes remaining on the sauce you were preparing. It was a dumb question, of course he's tired, but he always hated admitting it.
To your surprise, he doesn't respond. Instead, he leans down and starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder again. You silently thank your past self for wearing a tank top, so he had plenty of access to your skin.
His lips leave tingles in their wake, your sauce becoming less interesting by the second, until you eventually turn around. You sigh at the sound of him; his hair is messy, his eyebags are prominent and he definitely needs a shower, but boy is he pretty. So pretty.
He lets you take a second to admire him, like he knows you love to do. Hands come up to cup his cheeks, the tiniest bit of stubble scratching against your palms. Your face is graced by an adoring smile, and that alone always lets him know; everything's okay, I got you.
He leans down, lips searching yours again. You happily indulge, one hand sneaking into the hair at the back of his neck. The kiss is longing, practically aching to be closer. You can feel how much he missed you just by the way his hips slide over yours.
His hands settle onto your waist, and for a moment you think he's just going to let them stay there. Of course not, because your boyfriend is anything if not unpredictable. With a gentle grip he lifts you up and turns the both of you around, setting you down onto the counter across the stove.
You giggle through the kiss, and you can feel him smile along with you, but he doesn't let go. It's like he can't, and not in a "help I just got spider powers and now I'm glued to you" way, no, like a "I'm so in love with you that I want this to last forever" way.
His hands settle onto your thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. It's like this is what recharges him. Not food, not water, this is what he survives on. Your pure unconditional affection.
Unfortunately for the two of you, humans do need air to live, so you're forced to pull away after a while. Still, you remain close, noses rubbing together ever so slightly, foreheads leaning against each other.
“You ‘kay sweetie?” Your voice is gentle, not wanting to ruin the tooth achingly sweet moment the two of you are having.
“Mhm…” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just so happy to see you again… I missed you.” he accentuates his words with another kiss. “A lot.”
A warm smile adorns your face when he admits to his longing for you. You know he misses you, he tells you every day, and he knows that the sentiment is returned. You both have your reasons to be missing each other; with Peter being a superhero, he has to be careful, so the reality of any day possibly being his last was… Present. Plus, it’s a busy job. Besides the one he already has.
You just enjoy each other’s presence for a moment, basking in the radiating glow of what could only be described as an aura of love. It was like nothing outside that kitchen mattered anymore, at least not for now. You and Peter against the world, out of your small apartment in Queens.
“Honey?” He asks, and you think he’s going to say something else really sweet and heartwarming to really drive the point home. Until you see the furrow in his brows.
“I think, uh— whatever you were making is burning.”
“Fuck!” You hopped off the counter and went back to the pot of sauce, groaning when you realised the bottom of it was burnt. “It’s fine, I can— I can salvage this.” You looked over at your boyfriend, who had an apologetic smile on his face. “We can make out all you want after I make you dinner, ‘kay?”
“And every day after?” His voice is gentle, his hand resting on your lower back to keep some form of physical contact with you.
“Of course,” you stand on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “every day after too.”
peter parker is a bit of a loser skater boyfriend.
okay, he's not that much of a loser. he takes cool photos, he's good looking and he's done a skate grind on the campus staircase at least once.
and being spiderman is pretty cool too I guess.
but when he's around you, it seems like all the charm melts right off his body, and he's reduced to a nervous college student who's seemingly never interacted with a girl before.
he doesn't mean to, and neither do you, but you seem to bring out that side of him. the side that fails a skating trick every time you're looking. the side that makes him stumble over his words and almost forget his own name. the side that makes him run his hand through his hair until it sticks all over the place, and somehow he's not all that confident in his charisma and wit anymore.
and yet, every time, you offer him that sweet giggle that sends his heart into overdrive, that overtakes all his senses and makes him want to record it and listen to it on loop.
it makes him want to keep trying. until he gets the courage to finally ask you out.
bae i’m not sure if u were asking 4 reqs with the prompt list but if u are !!! i’d love to see ur take on
— “not that i’m happy you’re sunburnt, but i am enjoying getting to be the one helping you put aloe vera on.”
with baby peter <3 i’m picturing his nose a little pink mmmm
— @inkluvs (ivy)
absolutely I was ajdkdk ty for sending one in bae <3 I love writing for peter sm, he’s so easy to fall back on yk?
pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
word count: 0.4K
normal sized font below!
send me some heatwave prompts! <3
Peter hisses when your fingers make contact with his back. Although the aloe vera is supposed to be soothing, according to you, he’s not exactly enjoying it at first.
The two of you had gone out to the beach the day before, on a little much needed vacation. Your boyfriend, eager as ever to go into the ocean, had forgotten that yes, you do need to reapply sunscreen after you go into the water.
Needless to say the day after, most of his body was burned bad enough for him to resemble a lobster. Sadly for him, “lobster-man” doesn’t have the same ring to it, so he’ll have to cope with you helping him out for now.
“Will you sit still please? I need to work it into your skin baby.” You scolded him. You knew it was uncomfortable, but unless he wanted his skin to start peeling this was the best you could do for him.
“I’m sorry, it’s just— very cold.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t know you had to reapply sunscreen.”
“I live in Queens baby, I never go to the beach. Besides, I wear a full body suit half the time, don’t need sunscreen when I’m covered head to toe.”
You were finally done with his back and shoulders, so you moved on to his front. His face was relatively spared from burning, which you were happy about. There was just a slight bit of redness on his cheeks and nose. It almost looked like a permanent blush.
You took his face in your hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips as a reward for sitting still. “Not that I’m happy that you’re sunburnt baby, but,” you put some of the liquid onto your fingers and gently applied it to his cheeks, “I am enjoying this though.”
“What, helping me put valo era on?”
“Aloe vera.”
“That’s what I said.”
“And yes, I am.” You smiled. “As much as I feel bad for you looking like a tomato, I’ll take any excuse I get for touching you.” You gave him a sweet, quick peck on the nose. “You’re all done baby.”
“Oh, but— what about my chest?”
You grinned. “I think you can manage to do that yourself, no? Besides, I thought you weren’t enjoying it.”
“No, well, I think you just— know how to do it better, you know?” He put on his most convincing smile. “Please?”
“You know I can never say no to you.” You took the cap off the tube again and squirted some of the gel onto your hand again.
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uhhhhh baby peter anddd him teaching u how to skateboard <3
— @inkluvs (ivy)
omfg… the way I dream of being his cool fun skater gf yet I have no idea how to skate and refuse to learn because hey!! i don’t feel like busting another knee!!
