#tasm!peter fluff

summary: peter parker isn't mentally prepared to see his teammate and crush wearing an 'i ❤️ spiderman' t-shirt, but he tries to play is off smoothly despite being around teammates who can read his behaviour better than anyone in the world. wc: 1k+ cw: fluff, peter gets humiliated. trying to bring the old thor eats poptarts and clint is in the vents vibes back.

The elevator announces its arrival at the avengers living quarters with a muted ding sounded from inside its closed doors. They begin to open with a dull noise as the mechanisms shift, and from across the living room, Steve hears you humming absentmindedly from inside the elevator. The doors finally open, and the three avengers in the room glance up as you walk out, sipping at a cold drink, your phone in your other hand. There’s a couple of shopping bags hanging from your arms, and your lips are decorated with what seems to be a new gloss.

Natasha and Steve watch as you walk slowly towards the couch, letting all your bags drop from your arms, and Peter, on the couch in front of them, listens closely to your movements while pretending to mind his own business. Your eyes are still glued to your phone as you scroll through texts you missed out on hours ago, and you slump down on the couch between your shopping bags, melting into the cushions and throwing your feet up onto the table. Peter turns his head to look at you, smiling softly at your focused expression. He’s on his own phone, seeing in real time as the texts between him, Ned and MJ get read by you, your little profile photo popping underneath each message as you read it. He almost feels bad for you; the three of them aren’t done with this conversation and it started the second you left the tower.

Then, despite having just sat down, you get to your feet again. You put your drink on the table, putting your phone in your pocket and grabbing all of your bags again. And it’s only then, when you’re standing up straight and moving all your bags to one hand that Natasha sees the design on your tee. She instantly grins, taking the moment to stare while you pick up your drink again and take another sip. Then, she strikes.

“Is that an ‘I love Spiderman’ shirt?”

Peter’s head snaps up towards Natasha, then towards you. You aren’t taken aback by the question at all, only glancing down at your shirt and humming. “Huh, yeah. I’ve had it for a while actually, but these jeans were just never clean.”

Peter’s heart thrums a little too hard in his chest, and he doesn’t miss the way Steve’s lips quirk up into a smirk at his reaction — one which is only obvious to the super soldier. He shakes himself out of his daze, calling out “That doesn’t look like me at all.”

The way you laugh causes another dangerous reaction in Peter, whose breath hitches as you smooth a hand over the graphic design of your shirt. There’s a big red heart, and on it swings an animated Spiderman, who admittedly looks nothing like Peter. In or out of his spider suit. “I’ll make sure to let them know.” You tell him, walking away in the direction of your room.

“Good job buddy, you almost managed to hide that little crush of yours.” Steve comments when you're out of earshot, and Peter huffs to hide the way his face darkly flushes. He sticks his nose back into his phone to hide himself from Natasha before she gets involved with the teasing too. “You gonna tell her how you feel one of those days?” She asks, her voice velvety smooth in a way that almost has Peter marching up to your room and confessing his feelings for you. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” He retorts, pitch spiking embarrassingly.

Steve laughs, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and Peter wishes in that moment that he could just disappear. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Captain America laugh like that. Neither does Tony apparently, who comes walking into the living room with something to say — because when does he not?

“A laugh from Captain America? How do you manage that?” Tony asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Is it the little article that came out about your girlfriend?” Peter and Natasha straighten up: Peter in a panic and Natasha in a newfound curiosity.

“What article?” Peter squeaks, his mouth going dry. Tony smirks as he walks around Peter, sitting down in the exact spot you were in just a couple of minutes ago. He puts one foot on the table, then swings his second leg over it while he flicks through his phone. “Oh, just this article that popped up on my google alerts. ‘Avenger goes shopping in New York City wearing an ‘I love Spiderman shirt: Is she telling the fans to back off her man?’ And there’s this cute little picture of you guys in your suits outside this mexican place.”

Tony hums to himself as Peter sits there in horror, only imagining your reaction. Would you laugh it off, make a joke, and pretend it never happened? Would you make a face and an accompanying noise of disgust, only able to see Peter as a brother to you? Peter shudders at the possibility.

“That sounds like a first step to me.” Encourages Steve with a smile, but Peter decides to move his gaze to Natasha instead, eyes widening at the sight of her grinning widely at her phone and scrolling through what he only imagines can be tabloid headlines. In his hand, his phone screen lights up with notification after notification, and he furrows his eyebrows as links keep going through the Avengers group chat, all under the name ‘Spider sister🤪🤪🕷️🕷️’. “Not cool, Natasha!” Peter argues, and yet he opens the group chat to scroll through all the news articles she sent. “Now she’s gonna see all of those!”

Except what Peter doesn’t know is that in your room, you scroll through your phone with a smile on your face. You’ve purposefully looked your name up yourself after seeing the text through Natasha’s notification, not wanting her to see that you’ve read her messages. You’re honestly impressed that the news outlets got your message so clearly, but you’ve also learned how to communicate with them, so what can you say?

Maybe this will finally hit Peter with an inspiration to come and tell you how he feels. If not, you might have to buy a ‘I love nerds who are also my roommates who are also spiderman’ shirt.

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.

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.

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."

hi angel thank u so much! went with peter cos I haven’t written him in forever hehe hope u enjoy!! join the celly

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, 0.6k words

“You’re so pretty,” Peter murmurs against your lips.

You try not to melt. Peter’s got you pressed into his mattress, poised above you with his knee wedged between your legs. You’re not so much kissing him as letting yourself be kissed, too breathless and too flustered to do much else. One arm braced on the pillow next to your head, Peter uses his other to hold your shoulder, his thumb pressing into the hollow of your neck.

“You can't even see me,” you whisper back. It’s getting dark in his room, mostly shadows but for a few strips of pale moonlight painting the floor and wall. You don't know how long he’s been kissing you like this. You just know you’re dizzy enough that it could've been hours by now and you wouldn’t know.

Peter laughs against your tingling mouth. “Mm, but I just know you look so pretty right now,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful all the time.”

Warmth blooms in your chest like a flower in spring. You don't know why he has to say things like that. As if his kissing wasn’t enough already. It’s like he wants you dead.

— pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

— summary: peter keeps forgetting your groceries, you come up with a way he'll definitely remember next time.

"Stay still." You hiss, for the tenth time. Peter doesn't listen, and your black pen run down his hand once again. You're trying to take note for him, in hope he'll remember to run your errands this time. So far, you've written "eggs, flour, chocolate" and about four scribbled lines, either because he already bought it that week or because, like now, he moved his arm.

"Sorry, baby, maybe write it down next time on a non living being?" Peter suggests, looking at you with puppy eyes that you swear don't work on you.

"I have." You have. On three different pieces of paper, but he never checks them until you remind him to do so, and by that time, he's already home. You tried texting him it, but the same situation followed. This time, at least you hoped, he wouldn't forget it. "Don't forget the tomatoes have to be-"

"Organic." He completes the sentence for you, picking up another marker just so he can tap it on your forehead, tip closed. He uncaps it with his mouth and draw a wiggly tomato on his arm. "I got it, bug." You circle the word nevertheless, Peter pulling his arm away from you as he feigned offense. You frown again. "I'll drop by that cake shop and buy you a slice."

You know he's trying to bribe you, but you do like the cakes Peter brought you on all his walks, the one thing he never forgot.

"I love you, y'know that?" You smile, drawing a small heart next to his elbow to prove your point.

"I look like your sketchbook." Peter frowns, looking at his arm, half of it covered in your handwriting and drawings.

"My sketchbook wouldn't never complain. Or move this much." You argue back, leaving a kiss on his cheek before you stand up. "Please don't forget anything."

"Won't do, how could I?" He smiles to you, half amused half feign offense. You blow him a kiss before he pushes past the frame of your window with ease, landing on the fire exit. It's less graceful than he thinks, but you still smile as he lands, leaning against the window. "Harry will take the piss of me."

"Maybe you deserve it."

@urluvautii helped come up with this idea lol fictober

“Peterrr, keep your eyes closed!” You laughed, backing away from your boyfriend as he inched closer, brown eyes squeezed shut, hands reaching to feel the material of the mystery costume hugging your skin. 

“Baby, you’re killin’ me-” “Open!”

His jaw went slack, glasses eagerly pushed atop of his head as if somehow not having them over his eyes would help him see better.

“You like it?” 

The little hip movement you did made it so much worse for Peter.

There you stood, the most beautiful woman he had ever known, standing in front of him in a fucking Spider-man costume. 

A skintight, shading accurate, Spider-man costume. 

“Oh my- I think i just died and went to heaven” his words were hushed and fast, hands finding your waist pulling and pushing all at once. 

Your laugh rang through the air, music to his ears, arms locking yourself onto him around his neck when he finally got you to the edge of his desk. “Do these web shooters work, miss spidey?” he trailed his fingers up your arms, pulling once he found your wrists. 

“Prototypes, I might’ve stolen from the real Spider-man” 

“baby,” you heard from behind you. you hummed in response, not turning around. you could feel the dull throb of pain in your back from hunching over for a while, but you chose to ignore it. “honey,” peter followed.

you hummed again. after a few brief moments of silence, you heard the bed shift and peter’s ankles crack as he stood up. the warmth from his body radiated through you before you even felt him wrap his arms around your shoulders.

peter’s head rested on your shoulder. “darling.” the gravelly tone in his voice from the lack of sleep was more apparent now that he was closer to you.

“yes?” you finally responded verbally. you leaned your head back slightly into him, but not enough to fully relax. there was still homework to be done, after all. you were exponentially close to completing your master’s program, and this assignment was almost done. you just needed twenty more minutes. or maybe thirty or forty five.

peter’s lips grazed your shoulder, slowly moving toward your neck. when you leaned away just a hair, he pulled away. “you’ve been working for two and a half hours, honey. i think it’s bed time.”

you grunted quietly, and kept working on your research project. his arms tightened more tightly, but not uncomfortably. he mirrored your grunt, and you sighed. finally, you let yourself relax into him. “pete, i just need like one more hour at most. then i can go to bed. i’m so close to finishing this.”

peter pulled away, and you immediately returned to your slumped position. “look at the way your back is right now. if you stay like that you’ll wake up sore in the morning. and not in the good way.” you understood the innuendo he was getting at, but you ignored it nonetheless.

“plus, i won’t be able to sleep without you.” you could definitely hear the pout and sass in his tone. smiling to yourself, you decided that your work could wait. you had a little bit until it was actually due anyway.

the office chair you sat in turned around to face peter for the first time all evening. you rolled your eyes very sarcastically, but your grin overpowered it. “fine.” you huffed in false annoyance. “i guess i can go to bed. even if it’s with you.” you sighed more dramatically this time.

“yes!” peter cheered quietly. “i knew you couldn’t resist me.”