would love to see some aftercare w tasm!peter where reader is just soo sleepy and he is so tender <3 i adore the way you write him
Thank you for requesting!
cw: mature themes (mdni please), afab reader
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 551 words
Peter might be a pervert for thinking you’re most beautiful like this, but he’s not that worried about it.
Maybe he is a pervert. It’s only for you, specifically, so whatever. He has a feeling you’ll forgive him.
You’re lying on the bed, your limbs lax now, like the last hour or so has taken it out of you so completely that you can’t move a muscle. Peter loves that he gets you like this. Completely unselfconscious. Your lips are kissed swollen, and there are little love marks on your chest to match the ones on Peter’s neck and shoulders, and your eyelids are as droopy as if they have weights sewn into them. He loves to get you like this too; completely tuckered out.
You rouse enough to hiss when Peter brings a wet washcloth between your thighs.
“Hey,” you say, almost scolding. It makes a laugh bubble up in Peter’s chest, which he generously swallows.
“Sorry.” He tucks his grin inside your knee, kissing softly. “I’ll be quick.”
He sweeps the cloth through your folds, and you hiss again, one leg coming up protectively as though you can’t help it. Now, Peter frowns.
“Is it really that sensitive?” he asks you.
He guesses he couldn’t blame you. You and Peter spent more time teasing each other tonight than you have in a while, and you weren’t exactly begging him to go easy on you. Your labia are as kiss-swollen as your mouth, maybe more.
The look you give him says you know he knows. “Yeah.” You heave a sigh, like speech is exhausting, your eyes drifting shut again. “I’m sore all over. Aren't you?”
Peter is, but he also spends his free time doing acrobatics and heaving himself around by his arms. If he twinged a bit walking to the bathroom and back, he bets you’re feeling worse.
He rubs over your hip consolingly. “Wanna take a bath?”
You think on it for a while. You’re tempted, Peter can tell. “I don’t feel like getting up.”
“I’ll carry you.”
You hum somnolently. “Thanks, but you…” You fumble for Peter’s hand. When you find it, you squeeze his fingers, his sweetheart. Peter squeezes back. “You have to get up early for work.”
“Yeah, but I don’t mind.” He catches his voice softening, as if he’s trying not to disturb your sleep when really he’s trying to keep you awake. He doesn’t do anything to correct it. “I’ll have coffee either way. Let me give you a bath, pretty girl.”
It’s a visible effort to open your eyes. You look at Peter like he hung the moon. “Sure?”
He grins. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“You’d do that?”
Peter groans, his head dropping to your leg. He lets his voice buzz against your skin. “Are you serious? God, I know you’re tired, but let’s use our brains for a second.”
He picks his head up to take yours between his hands. You look slightly more awake than you were a moment ago.
“I would do anything for you,” he says. “Got it?”
Peter watches your surprise meld into a more startled kind of pleasure. He kisses it right off your lips.
“Dramatic,” you accuse, settling back into your pillow as Peter stands to start your bath.
I love casual dominance. It’s always the smallest things. It’s one thing to be intentionally dominate in bed, but when they’re doing it out of pure instinct it’s almost sexier. They don’t even realize how attractive it is. Like today, for whatever reason you’re nervous and it’s obvious if not by the way your leg is shaking under the coffee table. And as always, he’s found his spot besides you- maybe his hair is messy because it’s early and you’ve slept in. He nurses a hot black coffee with one hand, and he may tell you twice to stop bouncing your leg but you won’t hear it a third time. He won’t even look away from whatever’s got his attention before you feel the pressure of his hand on your knee. Pressing down until your knee can no longer bounce back up, his grip almost bruising. But his thumb moves to rub gentle circles on the area, a silent apology.
Other times, yeah, it does show up in bed. Like when he’s hitting that spot so good, too good, that you stop breathing for a few seconds. He’s literally taken your breath away, and he’s got you folded you in half. You don’t even realize it’s happening but he’s so in tune with your body that he picks up on every little thing. He won’t stop his movements either, still feeding you deep strokes, hand behind your head to soften the blow of the headboard. And when he notices, he’ll place his hand on your cheek so gently and say, “Breathe, baby.”
peter came in through the window last night ; cw. fluff , established relationship , rom-com cliché's , prompt inspired by the song of the title ; words. 0,6k
author's note ⌇ with the brand new day trailer out i feel like the best thing i could do is comeback with a peter parker blurb even though its tasm!peter lololl anyways feel free to send in some of ur thoughts and requests for himmm
dating new york's infamous spider-man was far from normal. even before that, who knew you would have a spark with the boy you barely acknowledged in high-school? never mind that, who knew he'd be your boyfriend let alone the blue and red vigilante crossing the busy streets? it's a bizarre scenario your thirteen year-old self would've imagined. but hey, you're living it now.
somehow, you'd have to smuggle late night emergencies and early morning absences within your routine. peter would crash by during the most painful hours and yet you showed no complaints, patching him up as you listen to his recent encounters with all kinds of villains, and finishing up with kisses plus takeaway pizza from the shop nearby.
you were used to him entering your room via window all bruised up and muddy, with puppy dog eyes you couldn't imagine saying no to. but of course, being peter parker's girlfriend you wouldn't expect anything less. not when your bed-rotting, music-listening, session was interrupted by obnoxious knocking. peter parker smiled obliviously through your window, mouthing a 'please let me in' whilst giggling internally.
the skies were melting into a dark orange and purple tint, you got up to open the locked latch as peter struggled to find balance. greeted with a kiss on the nose, peter clumsily fell onto the carpet— all existence of his spider-senses seem to vanish into thin air when he's around you. you scoff in disbelief whilst he fixed his hair, peter finally spoke, "don't look at me like that, at least i'm not bleeding onto your carpet like the last four times,"
"five times, actually," you correct him.
he scratches his head, he asked, "you keep count?" in which you nodded. you took the time to study peter, it was a refreshing sight to see as he's correct on one thing, he isn't all bloody. he was wearing the shirt you bought him months ago, layered on top of a long white sleeve top, and it complimented the jeans he was wearing too. you were undeniably in love with him at this moment— peter looked as if he just came out of your favorite 2000s rom-com.
"if you're not all beaten up, why come so suddenly through my window?" you furrowed your brows, peter shrugs ultimately, "i dunno? it's a nice change, and i don't think your doorman likes me anyways," the room lights up alongside his dimples. you gesture peter to join you on the carpet, "mr. stevie? he's the sweetest, what could you possibly do for him not to like you?" he leans onto your head.
"remember when you were sick and i had to buy two huge tubs of soup and deliver it to you personally?" peter questions, you nod slowly, as if you were unsure— "yeah, well, i only gave you one tub, because guess what happened to the other one..."
"oh peter, don't tell me you spilt it—"
"all over his attire, fully coaxed in warm soup."
you slapped the palm of your hand onto your forehead, peter laughed as he fixed the crook of his glasses. the laughter slowly fades into one with the light of the sun setting, the hues mixing harmoniously with you and peter's features. he took a moment to fully embrace your beauty. you did as well— peter's glasses were slightly crooked from all the falling and tripping throughout the months, his hair messy from either the wind outside or his sudden entrance, the shirt hugged him so well you knew the second you gave it it's as if it was made for him.
peter's gaze was locked onto yours, "if you wanted to kiss me, you know you can, right? i didn't come through your window for nothing." his teasing tone made you snap back to reality. the stupid grin on his face grew as you became embarrassingly red.
can you do a fic where one of the peters (garfield or holland) is making out with the reader and starts to kiss and bite her neck and the little sounds she makes drives him insane
three strikes
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w/c: 655
warnings: making out, suggestiveness
a/n: i went with tasm!peter hehe, def a fluffier approach to it but so so adorable & i hope you enjoy! keep the reqs coming y'all <3
winter in the city is magical. everything in the park is covered in a light dusting of snow, all the stone pathways and the trees, couples hand in hand and kids playing. then, there's peter. he's looking up at the sky with his tongue stuck out. he's so focused on trying to catch snowflakes that he doesn't notice you digging your hands into the snow, collecting a handful.
something hits peter's chest; a snowball. he looks across the way, where you're smiling mischievously. he brushes the snow off his jacket, chuckling. you're already making another snowball.
"i dunno, babe. i wouldn't do that if i were you."
despite peter's warning, you aim your arm to throw.
"you're playing with fire, you know that?"
"no, i’m playing with snow."
"oh, that's cute. really cute."
you promptly hit peter with the snowball. he raises a challenging eyebrow, and you know you're in for it. you start to run away, giggling, peter chasing after you. he's quick to catch up. he grabs your waist and pins you against a streetlight, breathing out smoke into the cold air through laughter.
"you wanna try that again?"
peter's gaze darts between your eyes and lips. you bite back a grin.
"kind of."
"what a shame. it'd be strike three."
"what happens after strike three?"
"you wouldn't get this."
peter leans in and kisses you. you loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. he hums in content, hands squeezing your waist and lips trailing over to your cheek. he pecks both your cheeks, your nose, just above your lips, peppering kisses all over your face until you're giggling and trying to push him away.
"no, no, no, stop! that tickles!"
peter kisses down your chin and back up, across your forehead, over to your temple. you grin despite yourself, tugging at his locks that are damp with snow.
"i’m serious, pete! stop it!"
"no can do, babe. can't help myself, you're just too damn cute."
peter pecks your cheek a few times, earning a noise of protest.
"so cute i could eat you up."
"nuh uh."
you pull the zipper of your jacket all the way up so it's covering the lower half of your face.
"yeah huh."
peter leaves big, lingering kisses on your forehead, each one punctuated with a mwah. when you realize he's not going to let up, you finally concede. you uncover your face and capture his lips with yours, the only way to make him stop. your nose nudges his, head tilting to look at him.
"are you done?"
"not even close."
peter kisses you again. you kiss him back, smiling into it. he moves your jacket out of the way and continues his kiss attack, this time on your neck. you let him have his fun, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. you squeal when he finds one particular spot and nips at it.
"pete! what're you doing?"
"i told you, eating you up."
he playfully bites at your neck between a series of kisses, arms locked around your waist, drawing the most adorable sounds out of you that he can't get enough of. you thread your fingers through his hair.
"don't forget we're in public, mister."
your tone doesn't match your words, unconvincing, and you're resting your head on the lamp pole so peter has more access. he smirks.
"i know, they're just love bites."
he starts to suck at your neck. the pressure is light, but enough to leave a hickey. you play with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan. you feel the vibrations from peter laughing. you feel something poking at your thigh, too.
"and you're telling me we're in public? whew, i think we'd better get you home."
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
peter answers by holding you in place and kissing down your neck, making you breathless from laughter.
Couldn't Help Myself (✘): Peter Parker has an oral fixation. - college!au (@ohcaptains)
Professor Peter Parker (✘): the first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor! (@backtothefanfiction)
The Babydoll (❤✘): you’re usually much too shy for lingerie, but you’ll do anything for peter parker. he appreciates the effort. (@luveline)
Pretty Sounds (✘): peter encourages you to make noise during your first time together. (@luveline)
I Want To (❤✘): peter loves to do all the work when it comes to making you feel good. but when he's been so good for you, you have to return the favour, right?(@lovelettersforthedamned)
Too Much (❤✘): "can we take a break? I'm enjoying this but need a break." (@iridescentparkers)
Just a Game (✘): you and Peter like to play a game. It requires no trivia or plastic pieces. Just two people and feigned innocence. (@withahappyrefrain) (warning: CNC, which has been discussed explicitly)
Pain Relief (✘): spider-man likes you a little bit too much, and wants to help you get rid of your migraine - by whatever means necessary. (@luveline)
Quiet Temptations (❤✘): you’re awfully quiet but peter can’t seem to take that. (@parkerpeter24)
Summertime and Sundresses (✘): it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind. (@withahappyrefrain)
Vanilla Palm Trees (❅✘): it’s been years, he should get over it, right? but, peter just can’t. he looks up, he sees her. he goes to bed, he dreams of her. he wakes up, he can smell her. he goes out one night and he sees…her. no, not gwen but his ticket to stop moping around on the anniversary of her death. what is meant to be one quick night of putting sadness on the back burner, is now a blossoming new love that feels all too perfect for peter. was this new woman in his life meant to be? or was this just another set of well dealt cards that would leave him walking away empty handed. all or nothing, right? (@iridescentparkers)
The First Time (❤✘): Peter pulls out all the stops for the love of his life. (@mgparker)
Hold You Here, My Loveliest Friend (✘): there are protocols in place for a reason. (@p3mybeloved) (warning: sex pollen, i.e., dub-con)
Bondage (✘): the inappropriate use of Spiderman's webs. (@reysdriver)
Us Against The World (❤❅✘): “hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size!" (@flightlessangelwings)
Next Time (✘): you and peter have done everything under the sun except have sex. aka the three times you almost do the deed and the one time you finally get it right. (@foreverrogers)
Whatever You Want, I'll Let You Take (✘): Peter's got a girlfriend. Peter lives in a shitty apartment. His girlfriend buys him a lava lamp for said apartment. He’s gotta repay her somehow. (@ohcaptains)
Quiet My Fears With The Touch of Your Hand (✘): taking care of Peter's wounds always ends the same way. (@letterstotheflre)
Down Bad (✘): Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad? (@lanadelreyscokewhor3)
new! Harry's Girl (✘): you're dating Harry Osborne, Peter's best friend since kindergarten. And that should be totally fine... except Peter can't stop thinking about you. (@astxroiid)
peter and reader having a fwb kinda thing going on and she gets asked out sonpeter gets super jealous, maybe they fight she goes on the date and realizes halfway through that peter is the obe she wants
easy to love ➴ peter parker
summary: when rules are set, what would it take for them to realize that love was always the easiest choice?
pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader
warning: light smut, slight angst
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: this just got me out of my writing slump! i mean, it’s always been easy (take a shot every time you see the word “easy” lol) to daydream about tasm peter. also, this is a major breakthrough for me because this is my first smut fic (im so bad at writing smut i know) but i hope you guys still liked it!! andd send more reqs ;)
Rules are rules for a reason, right?
They shouldn’t be that hard to obey… unless you willingly put yourself in a complicated situation with your best friend since high school.
The rule was simple, easy, as you’ve said when both of you agreed on it; no strings, no feelings, no promises.
Both you and Peter thought that it was a great idea. You knew each other very well, and wasn’t it easier to be involved with someone you already know and trust? There wasn’t a need for expectations or surprises—everything felt light and easy.
It was easy to fall into a routine that you’ve accustomed yourself to. Everything was the same, and that was the comfort of it.
Peter had stumbled into your room after a late night of patrolling. The sight of him breathing heavily, sweating, hair sticking to his forehead and sporting a tired, crooked grin was enough for your mind to drift away from the paper you were writing for a class and look at him unblinking.
“You smell like the city.” You said with a blank expression.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he teases.
“What, you making my room reek of sweat, urine and traffic? Oh yeah, that turns me on.”
Peter smirks. “Well, I can get out of your hair if you can help me get out of my suit.”
It was easy, the way you talked. Both of you wouldn’t admit but, there’s always been hints of flirting between the two of you ever since. At first, both of you didn’t notice, until the playful flirting just became reflex and a part of your ‘friendship’.
“Why did you choose spandex again?”
He ignores you and wipes his face with a towel. You stare at him. His suit half off, exposing his arms and torso.
“Because it’s satisfying to see your face when you look at me.” There’s that smirk again.
It was easy to keep ending up with Peter. The warmth he radiates, the quiet hours where your giggles and soft moans are muffled against the pillows.
You pull his hair as he thrusts and breathes against your neck. His hand playing with your thighs, slowly working his way up to lift your shirt.
Peter licks and softly bites your neck, which makes you sigh. His big, warm hand finds your breast and squeezes it, just hard enough for you to bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine.
You know he’s close when his breathing starts to be more shallow, his hot breath warming up your neck and jaw. He kisses your collar bone to suppress a moan.
His hips start to move faster, hitting the right spot every time. You bite your lip harder as he lifts his head to look at you.
“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.”
You release a shaky breath together and stare at each other’s eyes as you finish. Your grip on his shoulders loosen as he gives you a gentle peck on the forehead and falls next to you.
It’s the times like that when everything feels easy; but were they?
Your last class of the day has ended and you wanted to head to the library to get some work done before going home. Peter mentioned that he’d be working on his web shooters and you didn’t want to keep getting interrupted by his webs flying around your place, potentially breaking some things too. Why did you think it was a good idea to be roommates with Spider-Man?
You decided to just get food from a place in campus for lunch too before heading to the library. As you enter the place, your eyes meet someone’s.
This guy from your Creative Writing class. You’ve never really talked to anyone from that class, including him, so you just nod politely.
“Hey, uh, Y/N right?”
You nod. “I really liked your last presentation, it was very thought out.”
“Oh, thanks,” you gave a small smile. “Yeah, it seems like not a lot of people took that seriously so, I kind of remembered the few people who actually did the presentation properly.” He laughs
You smile and nod, “Honestly I think many other students don’t take these classes seriously because they’re electives, but they’re very helpful because they can help boost your GPA,”
“…boost your GPA!” He says with you in unison. You laugh together.
He looks at you, “So where are you headed?”
“Oh, to the library actually,”
He nods carefully, “Um, do you want to hangout sometime? Maybe after class or something? I know a ton of different spots outside but really close to campus.”
You pause for a second, “Okay, sure,” you smiled at him. To be completely honest, you didn’t really think it through when you said yes. Next thing you know, you both have exchanged numbers and you were walking to the library.
Coming home to Peter making marry me chicken pasta for dinner felt like you were right where you’re supposed to be. Helping him in the kitchen while Gilmore Girls plays in the background just felt right and easy.
The way your fingers lightly graze each other’s, Peter standing behind you to grab a pot from the cupboard as you mice garlic on the countertop, serving each other’s plates, resting your legs on his lap as you sit together to eat and binge watch. Everything felt so… domestic. Once again, you ignored that feeling and think about the rule.
*ding*
Your phone chimes. A text from the guy from your class.
Both you and Peter instinctively look at your phone. His eyebrows scrunched, “Who’s that?”
Grabbing your phone, you replied, “Oh um, this guy from my class kind of asked me out? I don’t know. He said we should hangout,”
“Like a date?” At first you thought he would tease you, but as you met his eyes and saw his face, jaw tightened, smile faltered, you pursued your lips and blinked.
“Uh, I’m not really sure. I just thought he was nice and figured I would give it a shot, you know? Wouldn’t hurt,” you said slowly. Peter just nodded as the silence stretched, getting heavier as each second passed.
He fiddled with his fork. “So, you’ll go out with him, huh? Um…”
“Why do you sound like that?”
Still staring at his food, he says, “Like what?”
“Like you swallowed your whole plate?”
He chuckles dryly and says in a low voice, “Whatever. I don’t care, do what you want.”
Peter walks to the sink and dumps his plate then walks to his room with the door slamming behind him.
And there, all of a sudden, deciphering him wasn’t so easy. Surely he’s not… no. He set the rules. You didn’t want to be delusional. You didn’t want to think about how you feel.
You and your ‘date’ agreed to meet that night, as you walked out of your room to head to the bathroom, Peter was just walking out.
“You’re really going on that date?” He muttered quietly again, but it was still loud enough for you to hear.
You hold your breath and reply, “Yes, why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t.” He said, once more—softly, this time, as he retreats to his room.
You stared at his closed door, heart pounding. This wasn’t going to be easy.
You still went to meet the guy. The place was nice, it wasn’t too formal or date-y, but it also wasn’t boring. He was also nice, funny and showed interest. You tried to keep up, tried to match his energy, yet something feels… off.
It wasn’t easy.
He laughed yet all you could see was Peter’s smile. He talked about himself yet all you could hear was Peter talking to you about his nerdy interests. He tried touching your hand but all you can think of is your hands touching Peter’s.
How easy everything was, how comfortable, how natural.
You had to excuse yourself from your ‘date’, quickly muttering something about a stomachache and hurried away too fast that he couldn’t even finish asking if he can drop you off.
None of it really mattered to you. All you could think about was how you feel. The feelings that you tried so hard to suppress; now, you can feel them all at once.
Your chest tight, your breathing shallow and your heart racing as you walked through the hallway to Peter’s room.
His door was slightly ajar, he was sitting on his desk, twirling a pencil in his hand but seemed to be staring in blank space.
His head turned when he heard the door creak. “You’re home early,”
You breathed. “Yeah. I think I just realized something important.”
His eyes gleamed, cautious but hopeful. “What’s that?”
You walked towards him, heart pounding.
“That it’s easy to disregard the rules when it comes to you.”
Silence stretched out between the two of you for what felt like ages, until Peter stood up and closed the gap between you.
“Everything is easy when it comes to you.” He says, looking in your eyes and leaning in to kiss you.
• best friends to lovers!!! literally the best trope in general but is absolutely perfect for him idc.
• tasm!peter who’s so thoughtful and considerate of you. you’re having an off day? it’s okay, he has your favorite snack(s) and drink(s) on standby. and don’t let him find out you’re on your period because then he’ll really show you what mothering looks like. he just really cares for you, you know, cuz you’re his best friend 🌚
“get your jacket, it’s cold out.” he’ll say before putting on his own. he’ll care for himself later.
“ohh you poor thing.” never teasingly but you feel your pride bruise from his care nevertheless. “i’m fine.” you nasally manage with a faux scowl. he just shakes his head and wags a finger at you all disapprovingly.
you don’t want to be that person and stop to rest every ten minutes and work up more sweat than you can handle, but peter is sharp and perceptive and just so damn considerate. he stops every thirty minutes to make sure you’re perfectly capable of continuing the trek for another half hour.
“why don’t you ever tell me you’re tired? you know we can always stop and continue this another time.”
the concern on his face and the tenderness in his throat compels you.
“…you’ve just been looking forward to this for so long and i didn’t wanna ruin it.” you sheepishly admit.
the smile on his face blinds you momentarily. “i’m not looking forward to you dying on me.” he says. “now drink up.”
• tasm!peter who whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, doesn’t thing twice about grabbing it. there’s a ty beanie baby keychain hanging from his backpack, and he got it just because it shares your birthday. he was pleasantly surprised to find out you got one with his birthday to match. even your favorite color has changed his view of it. he wants to buy you everything in it because he knows you’ll be overjoyed.
“i think you’ll like this.” he hands you a cup as he sips on his, liking the drink more than anticipated. you find that drink in his hands more often with another cup waiting for you.
he passes by a flower shop on his bike and immediately backpedals. your favorite flowers are sold at this shop and he doesn’t think twice to purchase them. with a giddy smile, he bikes to you knowing the look on your face is worth so much more than that twenty dollar bill.
peter didn't need much time thinking about what to get you for christmas. he's been by your side for a long time and those years hold something so special, no amount of gifts can show appreciation.
he makes a diy gift for you. it took him a month to get it right and perfect and it so is. your teary eyes and soft sniffles hit his heart and he didn't need your words to tell him how grateful you were. but you tell him anyway and he continues with this newfound skill to make you things you love.
you set them in places around your room, leaving those bits and pieces of him everywhere in your home.
• tasm!peter who is the perfect boyfriend. he’s the blueprint, the code. the manual, even.
• tasm!peter who checks in on you during patrol. it gets boring at times and when he gets some phone time, the first thought on his mind is you. how are you doing? what are you doing?
peter ♡: how’s my best girl doing? i’ll be home in under an hour so do u wanna eat while we watch something? i’ll bring food from that mexican restaurant u like :)
• tasm!peter who casually checks your location sometimes just because he wonders what you’re doing then show up to surprise you.
“excuse me, ma’am.”
you’ve done this dance many times before, so it’s no surprise when you turn around and find those ray bans staring right at you.
“you dropped this.” the formidable hero then hands you an object so forgettable, you have to fight the smile growing on you.
“oh, thank you! i would’ve been so lost without… this.”
• may is the happiest she's ever been in a long time. she's loved you for just as long and much her darling nephew has, and always knew it’d be you he brings home. she was just patiently waiting for the either one of you to come to that moment, too.
• tasm!peter who will make playlists dedicated to you and add songs that remind him of you. he'll listen to them on patrol, when he's walking to class, when he's on the bus / train, doing homework / chores, etc. music is one of his favorite things in the whole world, of course he's gonna find a way to relate it back to you!
• tasm!peter who is always doting on you, his precious girlfriend.
• tasm!peter who brags about you and shows you off and talks about you to just about anyone who’d listen.
“yeah, my girlfriend told me that just last week. she knows about this kind of stuff so i just trust the expert.”
“my girlfriend said it's their way of showing love, she's so smart.”
“oh, my girlfriend wrote a thesis on that. her college ended up publishing her paper in their academic journal, i can send you the link.”
• tasm!peter who loves listening to you talk and rant, sing and hum. your voice just does that to him. being listened to is so important to you and he understands that. and when you cry? oh, forget it!
peter gives you time and space if you don't want to talk about it at the moment or if you want to be left alone but when you come to him on your own accord, he clings to you like a koala. arms around you while your head is tucked away into his chest below his chin. he pats your hair and talks about anything and everything or he'll stay silent as you speak.
• tasm!peter who has mastered the skill of comforting you effortlessly. his head massages/rubs are the BEST girl you be out like a light! sometimes he'll rub your feet or massage the slopes of your neck down to your shoulders to loosen up the tension.
• tasm!peter who is a fucking t e a s e and he knows it, that little shit. he's pretty much insatiable and a nightmare for shy!reader. for confident!reader (or somewhat adjacent), he turns it into a competition on who’ll fold first (spoiler: it's you).
he'll put stuff on the highest shelf so you'll ask him for help and when he comes around, he'll purposefully press his chest up against your back (but only when you're comfortable enough with that kind of contact!!!) and keep one arm extended on one side of you.
• tasm!peter who kisses like a dream but will flip it to a fantasy come true whenever he's in the mood. peter likes kissing the best when you're against something like a wall, or on the counter, even laid down on the bed, etc. but he also likes it when your on his lap, knees on both sides. and when your nails rake his scalp or when you subconsciously tug on his soft hair, he's gone. and when those glasses get fogged up, he tosses them to the side in a flash because he needs to continue kissing you without any further hindrance.
peter keeps his hands on your hips, squeezing them affectionately because wow you are so beautiful and he really gets to have you this way?? unreal.
• tasm!peter who kisses you with the suit on and mask tucked up as he’s upside down.
“come on, it’s romantic.” he’ll justify it like you weren’t already up and on your way to him.
your fingers move slowly to tug the mask down and he waits painfully desperately for his lips to make contact with yours, and when they do, he doesn’t stop until he’s right-side-up again and you’re squealing and giggling for him to let you go.
• tasm!peter who keeps a picture of you and may in his wallet, his two best girls tucked away for him to see every time he opens it up.
once, he was fighting doc ock and his wallet somehow ended up in his mechanical “hands”. the mad scientist said something about “paying them a visit” and something in him snapped. this wasn't spider-man fighting, it was peter parker.
• tasm!peter who sometimes when he looks at you, realizes what he has to lose and becomes very afraid to keep you. other times he looks at you and knows that this life isn't easy and you're not meant for it, but you stay anyway.
Rooftop dates, impromptu late night visits, lighthearted banter, using him as a personal heater, stolen seconds inbetween personas, certain hours of the day being more precious together, frozen moments captured in polaroid, bodega runs, a windowsill always left open, constant showing off for your attention, physical touch as love language, memorizing first-aid, overexposure to tall heights, mutual geeking out, corner store flowers, teaching attempts at skating, knowing the sound of his taps by heart, buying Spider-Man merch, skin pressed against skin, metaphorically and literally being on top of the world.
Song Vibe: Footsteps On The Roof by The Shangri-Las.
