#p.p.

other than reblogging! But that isnt really posting, its just me showing love to the amazing art on this platform. So uhh.. i drew doodle bob.

Peter and the reader are over 18. A good blurb about a series I was going to write a while ago but now I’m not sure I will.

You’d known Peter your entire life. You practically grew up with him, which meant that you knew everything about each other. Once you’d started dating, that expanded even more. He trusted you enough to tell him that he was Spider-Man and while you appreciated his faith in you, you couldn’t deny that the idea of it made you uneasy. It was one thing for him to SAY that he was the masked superhero, but it was something completely different to see him come home with the scars, and the bruises, and the blood.

But because you knew Peter better than he even knew himself, you could tell when he was acting...unlike himself. And this? This was not your Peter.

You were both seated in the back of the packed bus, on your way out to dinner. You were wearing a cute, albeit kinda short, skirt, trying to dress up for the occasion. Peter had a long night the night before, but thankfully, the bruise around his left eye had already healed enough that you could put makeup over it (despite his protests) and it wasn’t even noticeable for your date night out. Whatever he’d been fighting, the ‘alien’ as he kept calling it, had left quite a toll on him. And though you weren’t sure you could say it to his face, he’d been acting differently since.

He’d been eyeing you since the two of you sat down, his eyes trailing up and down your body in a way that he only usually did in private. A blush touched your cheeks and you crossed your legs, trying to ignore the pulse of want between them. He chuckled lowly, prying your legs back apart with one hand while his breath fanned out, feeling warm on your neck and making the hair on your arms stand up. His eyes looked hungry as his tongue poked out to wet his soft pink lips and you struggled not to whine right there on the crowded bus.

“What’s the matter, babydoll?” He teased, running his hand from your knee and dancing his fingers along the inside of your thigh as he moved up the expanse of your legs. The tips of his fingers brushed along the edge of your panties, making you jump in your seat. He wore a shit-eating grin, his teeth holding his bottom lip as the smug expression overtook his face. “Sit down, angel. Don’t fidget.”

“P-Peter...what are you-” You started, fighting the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head when he circled your clit deliciously.

“Now why don’t you close that pretty little mouth before I put it to better use, hmm?” He hummed with another laugh, circling your clit faster while peeking over his shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched.

“What’s gotten into you?” You mumbled, barely over to form coherent thoughts. Peter growled in response, pushing your now soaked panties to the side and plunging a finger deep inside of you. You coughed through a moan, trying desperately not to let anyone around you see what the two of you were truly up to.

“Oh, babydoll...” He grinned dangerously, leaning closer to you, the soft brown in his eyes long gone to the dark color of his lust. “You’re going to regret that.”

If you could have kept your eyes open... If you could have just kept them from rolling to the back of your head, then maybe....just maybe, you would have been able to see the black veins running from Peter’s neck down under his shirt, throbbing with the power they were obtaining from their new superhero host.

Any interest in this series?

Pairing: Slytherin!Tom x Reader

Prompt: In which Tom Holland is basically Draco Malfoy- a tortured soul that takes it out on others.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Make-out Scene

Word Count: 3,318

MASTERLIST

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Reader’s P.O.V.

           I adjusted my green and silver tie and pulled my robe back onto my shoulders. I waved goodbye to my parents as I stepped onto the train to Hogwarts for the final time. The sounds and sights of the train were all so familiar and I felt a little sad that it would be my last time heading to Hogwarts. I passed through multiple carriages, until I reached the other Slytherins. I peered into the windows until I found my best friend, Harrison.

           Harrison and I grew up together, so when we were both sorted into Slytherin, we practically became inseparable. Unfortunately, he had become acquainted with some rather unsavory characters, specifically Thomas Holland. The Holland’s were filthy rich. There were even rumours that his parents were death eaters. Harrison assured me that Tom wasn’t that bad once you get to know him, but I had a hard time getting past the whole death eater situation.

           Despite having Harrison as a mutual friend, Tom and I constantly butt heads. I wasn’t afraid to call him out for being a dick, and he wasn’t afraid to talk back to me. Not to mention, Tom was a huge flirt. But not in the cute way. In the way where he would do it for the express purpose of being annoying.

           When I found Harrison, he was sitting with Tom, of course. I greeted Harrison with a bright smile and a hug, while I greeted Tom with a curt nod of the head.

           “Thomas,” I said shortly, with my eyebrows raised. His lips curled into a smirk.

           “Nice to see you too, y/l/n. You’re looking radiant as always,” he sneered. I contorted my face in disgust at him, and turned my attention back to Harrison.

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           The train ride was rather uneventful. I tried to ignore Tom as much as possible, keeping my attention on my conversations with Harrison. Tom seemed to enjoy spending the train ride attempting to join our conversations, but not actually contributing anything useful to the dialogue. I managed to keep my cool until we arrived at Hogwarts, when I could finally get some space from Tom.

           The Great Hall was majestic as always, with beautiful lights and decorations welcoming both new and old students. I always found the sorting to be a bit boring, and spent my time joking around with Harrison. We walked back to the Slytherin common room, where we hung out, trying to ignore the sounds of the first-years trying to find their ways around us. Time passed quickly, and everyone started shuffling up to their dorms for the night, preparing themselves for classes the next day. Shortly, I joined them, tucking myself in and shortly falling asleep.

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           By seventh year, professors don’t really give us much of an introduction, but rather begin lectures on the first day of class. Snape was never and exception to this pattern. This year, he had prepared us a seating chart at the brewing tables, and the person paired up with us was to be our potions partner for the rest of the semester.

           I hated this idea already, but it only got worse when I heard my name paired up with none other than Tom Holland’s.

           “Guess you can’t stay away from me,” Tom greeted me as we met at our table.

           “I wish you would stay away from me,” I muttered, harshly pulling the chair back into the table.

           “You know I can’t do that,” Tom leaned closer to me and softly whispered towards my ear. His left arm brushed against my right arm and his words sent a slight shiver up my spine, which I disguised as a look of disgust.

           Snape began the lecture, droning on monotonously. I struggled to keep from dozing off, and hardly noticed my hand doodling on the parchment in front of me. After a gruelling amount of time spent listening to Snape, he finally dismissed the class. I was eager to get away from Tom as quickly as possible, but both Tom and I were pulled aside by Snape.

           “Miss y/l/n, your marks in this class are… remarkable,” Snape began. I nodded humbly, and Snape turned to Tom. “And Mr. Holland, yours are… not.” I was shocked when Tom hung his head down in shame. I always thought he was one of the top students- or at least that’s what he let on.

           “Well, Mr. Holland, what are we going to do to fix that,” Snape questioned. Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Thomas, your parents expect much more from you. I would like Miss y/l/n to tutor you until your grades have improved.”

           “Professor, I can’t-” I began to argue but Snape held a crooked finger in the air, silencing me.

           “This is not a request, y/l/n. And if Mr. Holland’s grades do not improve, your grades will suffer as well,” Snape scolded me. I took a deep breath and nodded my head reluctantly in acceptance.

           “You may be dismissed. I expect improvement,” Snape said with a wave of his hand. I moved quickly out of the room, trying to avoid any excess interaction with Tom.

           “Y/l/n. Y/l/n. Y/n!” Tom called down the hall to me. I spun around aggressively to face him.

           “What now, Thomas?” I hissed. He moved closer to me with a smirk on his face.

           “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a little more time together,” Tom threw his arm around my shoulder, dragging me along with him. I rolled my eyes with a scoff.

           “Just so we’re clear, I am only doing this because I have to. I hate this idea just as much as you do,” I snapped, causing Tom to laugh.

           “Oh, then you must not hate it that much,” his voice was sly and the smirk was still plastered on his face.

           “Can you please just leave me alone? I don’t know why you have to make my life so miserable!” I began to raise my voice in frustration, slipping out from underneath his arm, and quickly hurrying off. I didn’t look over my shoulder, but if I had, I probably would have noticed Tom softly saying my name and running his hands through his hair, exasperated.

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           “I don’t know why Snape chose me! Plenty of other people could tutor him!” I vented to Harrison. I was pacing back and forth in the common room and Harrison laid on the leather couch, skimming the book he was holding.

           “Mhmm,” Harrison hummed in response. I groaned at his response and checked the clock. 7:03. I was supposed to meet Tom in the potions classroom at 7:15 to tutor him. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked towards the room. Naturally, Tom showed up right at 7:15, dragging his feet and huffing about being there.

           “I don’t want to be here anyways, Holland, but we have to, so you better pay attention,” I complained, opening the potions textbook, beginning to help Tom with a potion.

           “No, Thomas, it says to add two-” I began to lecture, when I noticed him looking at me. “What are you looking at? You need to pay attention to this.”

           “I- I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning his eyes back to the textbook. That was the first time in seven years I had ever heard him apologize for anything. He began to add the ingredients according to the instructions and stirring the potion as needed. I corrected him a few times, but by the end, we ended up with a bubbling mint green potion.

           “Um… I don’t think this is right…” I questioned as I reread the instructions.

           “What? Let me see that. I did it right,” Tom grabbed the book out of my hands. “Oh.”

           The textbook claimed that the correct potion would become an emerald green, which our potion fell short of.

           “Well, maybe if we just add some more-” Tom trailed off, and before I could stop him, he dropped a substance into the pot. The pot began to bubble more aggressively, before the bubbles started over flowing around the pot. I pushed Tom out of the way so I could stir the potion and calm the boiling, but suddenly the pot exploded with a large crack, sending ceramic shards and the boiling potion flying across the room.

           Unfortunately, I was caught right in the path of a large piece of the cauldron. I felt the burn of the potion hit my body first, but as soon as the broken piece of ceramic hit my head, I no longer felt nor saw anything else.

~~~~~~~

           I woke up to hushed whispers. My head throbbed and my entire body ached, yet I strained to hear the voices.

           “You did this on purpose!” the first voice hissed. “You hated her so much that you tried to kill her?”

           “I did not! It was a complete accident! I would never try to hurt her!” the second voice defended. “Seriously, Haz. You know how I feel about her. I could never do that.” His voice dropped lower and became less defensive. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing myself to adjust to the light. I began to recognize the room I was in as the hospital wing, and the two figures around me were Harrison and Tom. As much as I wanted to call out to them to ask what happened, I shut my eyes again to continue listening to their conversation.

           “I know, I know,” Harrison sighed. If I could see him, I imagine that he would have ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. “It just scares me, ya know? She’s like my little sister, and I need to protect her, but you can be such a dick to her!”

           “Mate, she hates me. It’s the only way for me to get over her,” Tom said sadly.

           “But it’s hurting her, Tom.”

           “You think I don’t see that? I know it’s hurting her! Haz, I would do anything to be the one that got hurt in the explosion! I would do anything to have kept her safe,” Tom’s voice grew louder and more aggressive. I decided this would be a good time to “wake up”, in hopes that their argument wouldn’t continue.

           I shifted in the bed, slowly dragging my hand up to rub my eyes, making a soft groaning noise as I “woke up”. Harrison and Tom all but ran next to my bed. Harrison’s hand instantly reached for my hand.

           “Y/n, how are you feeling? Do you remember anything?” he said worriedly. I rolled my eyes and I assured him that I was fine. My eyes fell onto Tom’s face. He looked almost sympathetic and… sad. I gave him a small smile, which made his face appear softer.

~~~~~~~

           I was released from the hospital wing later that day, but my body still was sore. Harrison and Tom followed me around all day like lost puppies, despite my insistence that I was fine. Obviously, I still had to sit by Tom in potions class. I leaned over the table, trying to work on an extra credit assignment before Snape begins his lecture.

           “Y/n, I’m really sorry,” I heard Tom say quietly from next to me.

           “It’s fine,” I muttered, not paying him much mind. I could hear his chair scooting closer to me.

           “No, I mean. I’m really sorry. I should have listened to you and this wouldn’t have happened,” he continued. I sighed and set my quill down, leaning back in my chair and looking at Tom.

           “Tom. It’s fine. Seriously, it really isn’t a big deal,” I insisted.

           “No, it’s not! You got hurt! I shouldn’t do anything to hurt you in the first place but that’s all I do!” Tom was growing aggravated and ran his fingers through his hair a few times. “I’m sorry, y/n. Really.” I knew I was never going to win this argument. Both of us being Slytherins, we were way too stubborn and ambitious to ever give up in an argument.

           “Okay. Thank you, Tom. I accept it,” I said. Tom’s face looked a little more relaxed and he leaned back in his chair.

           “I like it when you call me Tom instead of Holland or Thomas,” he gave me a soft smile, which I returned. I didn’t know what to say, so I turned my attention back to the parchment in front of me.

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Tom’s P.O.V.

           I flipped through the potions book impatiently, waiting for y/n to show up for our session. I showed up early in hopes that I could get ahead on the potion and impress her, but I was not off to a good start. When y/n walked into the room, she had her head tilted down and was reading a book. She lifted her head and looked genuinely shocked to see me there early.

           “Oh, hello. I didn’t expect to see you yet,” she said with a small smile.

           “Yeah, I’m just trying to get a head start on the potion today, but I haven’t gotten very far,” I sighed, already doubting the steps I had completed.

           “Okay, well let’s look at it,” she said. She was always so patient and I was shocked at how she could even tolerate being around me, even after I blew up an entire potion. She walked me through the steps, explaining the different reactions between ingredients. She was beautiful and intelligent. Gentle and caring. Funny and perfect. And she deserved the world. But I couldn’t give it to her.

           We had finished the first half of the potion, when y/n stepped away from the cauldron to let me try stirring it.

           “Tom, you’re supposed to stir it counter-clockwise,” she said. Despite her gentle tone, something inside me snapped.

           “How was I supposed to know that?” I snapped. “It’s not my fault I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! Just give up on me, goddammit!” I slammed the wooden spoon down on the counter and began to storm out of the room.

           “Thomas Holland—” y/n began, but I spun around to face her.

           “Don’t even bother. Leave me alone,” I hissed, walking out and slamming the door behind me.

~~~~~~~

           I felt horrible, to say the least. I was so irritated with myself that I took it out on her and ruined any chance of friendship, or more, that I had with her.

           “Fuck, Haz. What do I do?” I paced back and forth in our dorm room, running my hands through my hair.

           “Mate, I don’t know what to tell you. You’re gonna have to talk to her. Make it up to her somehow,” he leaned back in his bed, his eyes still focused on the book in front of her. And just then, an idea popped into my head.

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Y/n’s P.O.V.

           I laid back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered where I had gone wrong with Holland. Was I not patient enough? Was I not clear enough? Was I really that unbearable?

           My thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the window. Letting out a soft groan, I rolled out of my bed to open the window. I was greeted by a small brown owl, holding a rolled up piece of parchment in its beak. It gently set the parchment on the window sill and let out a small hoot before flying off.

           I unrolled the parchment, and was shocked to see a neatly written note scrawled out.

Y/n-

Meet me at the astronomy tower at 10:00. Please give me a chance.

-T.H.

           I sighed and rolled the parchment back up. The clock read 9:40. I was hesitant to meet Tom, at risk of him snapping at me, or this being a prank. However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I pulled on my shoes and slipped my Slytherin robe over my casual clothing, and quietly snuck out of the dorm.

           The halls were dead silent, and I imagine I would hear Tom also heading towards the astronomy tower, unless he was already there. Or if he’s not showing up. Shaking those thoughts, I continued towards the tower, preparing myself to climb the steep stairs. When I reached the top of the steps, I was shocked to see Tom sitting on a blanket near the edge of the tower, surrounded by candles.

           “Tom?” I said softly. He jumped slightly, but quickly got up and rushed towards me. I took a step back, surprised by his reaction. Hurt flooded into his chocolate brown eyes, and I almost felt bad for him.

           “I- I’m sorry,” he whispered, slowly reaching his hand out for me. “Would you come with me? Please?” He was just short of begging, so I sympathetically took his hand and followed him towards the blanket.

           “This looks lovely,” I broke the silence once we sat down on the blanket that overlooked the campus.  Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked off into the distance. “Well? Did you ask me to come up here just to sit in silence?” I was only teasing, but Tom let out an exasperated sigh.

           “I wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For making your life a living hell, for blowing up the potion, for snapping at you, hell, even for dragging you out here like this,” he ranted, with his face buried in his hands. “I can’t explain it. There’s no excuse for any of it, but I find myself begging for you to come back to me time after time.”

           “Tom… What are you trying to say?” my voice was cautious, as if I were walking on eggshells with him.

           “I’m trying to say that I love you! Okay? I fucking love you and I have ruined every single chance I’ve ever had to show you that so you’re never going to feel the same! I’ve loved you since the beginning- you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, kind, caring… You deserve everything in the world and all I have done is hurt you and… I hate myself for it,” Tom’s voice started off strong but faded away. I opened my mouth to respond to him but was quickly interrupted. “You don’t have to spare my feelings. I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

           Tom started to get up from the blanket, when I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. My hands quickly moved to his cheeks and I pulled his lips into mine. His body felt tense, but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist as I moved mine around his neck. The kiss became passionate when Tom slipped his tongue into my mouth and began running his hands up and down my sides. I put my right hand on Tom’s firm chest, pushing him down gently so that he laid on his back. I swung one leg over his hips, all while continuing the kiss. Tom let out a soft moan as I bit his lip and he felt me grind against him ever so slightly. I slowly began to pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his for a few moments before rolling off of his body and onto the floor.

           Both Tom and I laid on our backs next to each other, staring at the sky above us. Tom reached his hand towards mine, letting our entwined hands fall to our sides. Our breathing was synchronized and he slowly turned his head to look towards me.

           “I meant what I said,” he whispered.

           “Good, because I feel the same way,” my tone mimicked his. For the first time in the years that I knew Tom, his lips turned into a genuinely happy smile- the kind where you can see it in their eyes and they practically glow with joy. For the first time, Thomas Stanley Holland was happy.

~~~~~~~

Peter and the reader are over 18.

He’d been fixing his suit for hours. You tried to be patient, you really did, but time just wasn’t going quickly enough and you hated every second that you weren’t getting your boyfriends’ attention. You’d plopped down on his lap already, only to be ignored. Getting desperate, you began to place spongey, open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He gently pushed your shoulder backward, his soft brown eyes meeting yours.

“Be a good girl. I’ll reward you for it later.” His voice was dark, commanding. He didn’t leave you much room to argue against the ten words he’d uttered, but that wasn’t going to stop you.

“Make me.” You growled boldly, not thinking for even a second about the repercussions of your statement.

Peter wasn’t a violent man. Sure he was a superhero, sure he had knocked the lights out of some villains in the past, but they deserved it. Every now and then, though, you liked to push his buttons, encouraging him to use his super strength on you in the most delicious way possible.

“Y/N don’t you dare start with me. Just be a good girl and let me finish fixing my web-shooter, yeah? Don’t make me have to use it on you.” He threatened playfully.

“Oh, but Pete...that’s my angle, see? I want you to web me to the bed and have your way with me. I want you to fuck me, Peter.” You purred in his ear, making him smack the web-shooter down on the table before picking up the one he’d already fixed with lighting-fast speed. He stood, gripping your thighs tightly and dropping you onto the bed in your shared room.

“Alright, baby, but remember...when your legs are trembling and you can’t even think straight...you literally asked for this.” He growled, pressing the button to web your hands together over your head, attaching them to the headboard.

Oh, fuck.

I tried so hard to write this for PS4 Spider-Man, but I just had a hard time. So this is for Tom’s Spider-Man. Sorry, doll.

Peter & Reader are 18+

“Bend over,” Peter growled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses there. You whimpered, doing as you were told. Your cheek rested against the cool sheets, your hands splaying out and gripping the bedding tightly as his hands spread across the swell of your ass cheeks. His fingers teased the edges of your panties, making you whimper as he pulled them down and off your legs.

“P-Pete...please.” You sighed, chewing on your bottom lip as he swiped the head of his hard cock through your sopping folds.

“What a pretty sight...” He chuckled lowly to himself. “My pretty princess, bent over, eyes rolling, so desperate for me. You’re just gagging for it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

His voice cooed at you condescendingly, making you clench around him as he began to push deeper into you. He was yours, and as he began to thrust into you at a delicious pace, you were able to relish in it.

You loved it when he got like this. Some days, after a particularly difficult fight, he could come home and take control over the one thing who always bent to his will. You. Hell, some days he would chuckle at how utterly desperate you seemed to be for him to dominate you, practically begging for it.

“On your knees.” He growled to you, gripping your chin tightly as you kneeled to do as he asked. Normally, his touch was so gentle, so loving, but not when he needed release like this. You weren’t complaining one bit. It was so unbelievably sexy, you very well could have enjoyed it more than he did.

Once you were on your knees, you tipped your head back, sticking your tongue out as far as it would go. Peter’s eyes were hooded with lust as he chuckled darkly down at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Look at you.” He cooed, pushing his thumb into your mouth, which you greedily began to suck with ernest, trying to showcase what was to come. “Such a good girl.” He praised.

“Take off your clothes,” He demanded. “wanna see your tits while you suck my cock.”

You leaned back, once again doing as you were told as you watched him with hungry eyes. Slowly, teasingly, you removed each piece of your clothing, reveling in the expression that he gave you in return. Very little made you feel more confident than the desperate look on his face. Fuck. You really loved it when he got like this.

Thank you, my love! And thank you for sending something!

He wiped his palms along his jeans for what felt like the hundredth time. He just couldn’t help it. His palms were sweating and really that was just the tip of the iceberg for how nervous he was. He was freaking Spider-Man for god’s sake there was no reason he should be so. freaking. terrified. The hair on his arms stood up, but for once he knew it wasn’t his spidey-sense warning him, it was just his fear. Half of his brain begged him to leave right now and save himself the embarrassment.

But, you were already on your way. You were headed to his apartment as he stood there in the dim candlelight and the dinner he’d made for you (well, Aunt May made most of it, but he tried not to dwell on that too long) was sitting in the oven, baking to perfection.

You’d been dating for two and a half years and Peter was ready to make the next step. Well. He thought he was until the time was actually coming. Now that you were on your way to him, things were different. His confidence was fading and questions of self-doubt stung at his brain.

This was stupid. The whole thing was stupid and he was going to bail on the whole plan. He was just about to snuff out all the candles and turn on the lights when he heard the distinct sound of a key sliding into the deadbolt. He was out of time and had reached a ‘now or never’ moment that had his heart ready to pound out of his chest.

You had had a long freaking day. It wasn’t a bad day, just long and you were quite frankly, exhausted. A hug from Peter was just the thing to wrap up the day and you couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. Pushing the door open, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you saw how dark his apartment was, only dimly lit by candles scattered across the space. You could smell food baking in the oven and shook your head as you toed your shoes off at the door.

“Pete? You home?” You asked quietly, rounding the corner to see your precious boyfriend on his knee in the middle of the kitchen. His hands were shaking tremendously as he clutched a delicate black velvet box in them. “What are you-”

“I love you.” He interrupted you. “I love you so much and you have been nothing but supportive and loving to me and I will never understand what I have done to deserve you, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I promise you that I will do anything it takes to make you happy from now until forever...” He hesitated, swallowed harshly as tears began to prick at his eyes. You’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel your own eyes beginning to water. “Will you marry me?” He asked through a choked voice.

“Oh god. YES, PETER, YES!” You cried out loudly, rushing toward him and knocking you both to the floor in a fit of laughter. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face into your hair and allowing the scent of your shampoo to ground him. You’d said yes. You were going to marry him.

“I love you.” He whispered softly, pressing kisses to your head.

“From now until forever...”

Peter was secretive. He was keeping things from you, and while you knew that he deserved his own privacy, you were sick of the lies. Withholding information was one thing, blatantly lying directly to your face was another. And when your soft, sweet Peter tried to sneak into your shared apartment with a black eye and what looked like a broken nose, you were ready to confront him about it.

You flicked on the lamp beside the couch you were perched on, making Peter flinch at you. You stood, crossing your arms over your chest before raising an eyebrow at his sheepish smile.

“H-hey baby.”

“Who did you get into a fight with, Pete?” You sighed, cutting right to the chase.

“I-uh” He scratched the back of his neck, and you could see that he was trying to come up with a story to tell you.

“Peter Parker you had better tell me the truth right this fucking instant or I swear to god, I am walking out that door and leaving you forever, do you hear me?!” Your voice was more shrill than you’d intended it to be, making him flinch away from you.

“I...can’t.”

“You can’t? You can’t what, Peter?! You can’t tell your girlfriend why it looks like you’ve just lost a street fight? Why can’t you tell me?!” You demanded to know, throwing your hands up in anger before shaking your head. “No, you know what, screw it. I don’t care.” You growled, ready to walk out the door when you felt his hand grabbing your elbow. He pulled you back to face him, unshed tears sitting in the bases of his eyes and making you sigh. What could you say? You were weak for him.

“Just keep calm, okay?”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm, Peter! Do you have any idea how bad this all looks? The sneaking out?! Coming home late?! Constantly lying about where you’ve been and what you’re doing?!”

“I’m Spider-Man.” He whispered eyes squeezed tightly shut. You were sure you hadn’t heard him right, growing even more frustrated with him.

“This isn’t funny, Peter. I’ve been really worried about you, and you have the nerve to make fun of me for it? Screw you!” You hissed, and his grip tightened on your arm as you made another break for the exit. Wordlessly, he pulled his sleeves up, revealing the red and black suit of the one and only Spider-Man. He must have been able to sense your lingering disbelief though because while his eyes held yours, he shot a web in the direction of the door, effectively sealing it shut.

“That will dissolve in one hour. I will answer every single question you have, and if you decide after one hour that you don’t want to be with me anymore, I will let you go as long as you promise you won’t tell anyone. Just...please let me explain myself.” He begged weakly, soft brown eyes glued to the floor and making your heart ache.

“One hour.” You sighed in agreeance, though you both knew that as long as Peter was telling the truth, you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

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