Tasm!peter Fluff - Blog Posts

kiw0ala

8 months ago

hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣

hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3

cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k

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Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.

“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.

“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.

“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”

Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.

You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.

“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.

“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.

“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.

“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.

“Oh whatev—hmph!”

Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.

The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.

“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.

“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.

“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”

You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.

“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”

“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”

May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.

“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face

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Game Night | TASM!Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Face Claims

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff | slice of life?

Pairing(s): TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Peter and your friends have annual game nights, this time around, you all want to try something new.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight suggestiveness, people checking Peter out

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Harry Osborn, and Felicia Hardy

Note(s):

Established Relationship

All characters are at college age (between 19-23) (yes, I know people go to college at earlier and later ages)

All characters have known each other for years

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” You asked, clearly annoyed.

Peter chuckled, “I mean that you’re answer..” he circled the problem you spent twenty minutes working on, “Is incorrect.”

“But I did everything you told me to.” You pouted to yourself.

Peter hummed in acknowledgment and kissed your cheek at the sight of your pout, causing you to smile.

“Not everything.” He pointed at your error.

You huffed in frustration at the thought of doing the entire problem, again.

Peter chuckled under his breath (but you heard it) and rested his head on your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“I don’t want to do this.” You complained

“I know, bug.” He kissed your cheek, “Just finish this one problem and then we can do whatever you want.”

You perked up at the idea, and quickly began scribbling numbers onto your paper.

Every once and a while Peter would gently pinch your side as a way to let you know that you made a mistake.

“Done!” You say happily, leaning back into your boyfriend's embrace.

“Good job! See, you got the hang of it.” Peter kissed your cheek affectionately.

“Barely.” You laughed, snuggling into his neck.

You could feel Peter's chest move up and down at his silent laughter.

“Sooooo, you were saying something about how we could do whatever I want.” You smirked.

Peter pretended to think, “Did I say that? I think you’re hearing things, bug. Might ‘ave to take you to a doctor.” He joked.

“Ha ha.” You said dryly.

“Is there something in particular you want to do?” He wiggled his eyebrows

You adjusted yourself on his lap so that you were straddling his thighs, “I believe there is.”

He kissed you once, twice, then….

Brrrrrrrrr

Peter's phone (that was extremely old and cracking on the edges of the screen from the amount of times Peter had underestimated his strength) vibrated on the desk and the two of you groaned in annoyance.

Peter picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear.

“Yellow,” Peter greeted as you played with the neck of his shirt.

“Who is it?” You whispered

“Miles, what’s up man, what can I do for you?” Peter answered your question while continuing his conversation with Miles.

Peter nodded a couple times and sent glances at you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yep, she’s here. Yeah…Okay.” Peter placed the phone back on the table and pressed the speaker button.

“Hey, can you two hear me alright?” Miles’ voice came from the phone.

“Yes.” You and Peter answered at the same time.

“Great!” Miles' enthusiastic voice said, “Harry wants us to meet up at his place for game night. Do you mind giving me a ride?”

“Not at all.” You said

“Awesome, thanks! See you guys tonight!”

“Bye Miles.” You said, pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“So, what was that about me doing whatever I wanted?” You smirked, pushing Peter on to the bed.

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“Pick up 4 cards my friend.” Harry placed a +4 card on the table.

“What the fuck, Harry! You skipped me last turn and now you want me to pick up four cards.” Peter complained

“All is fair in the game of Uno.” Harry answered, smirking widely.

“This game has been going on far too long, and I’ve still got five cards in my hand.” Felicia complained.

“What do you suggest we do, then?” Harry asked, setting his cards face down on the table in case we planned to resume the game.

“Well,” she flipped her hair, “Since you asked, there is actually a little fair or something like that happening tonight.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, “I wasn’t aware of that.”

“It’s a small thing, you wouldn’t.” Felicia said

Peter laughed, “You don’t know everything that goes on in New York, Harry.”

Harry shoved Peter teasingly, “I like to think that I am.”

“Where is it at?” Gwen asked, taking a couple chips from the bowl Miles had in his lap.

Felicia tapped on her phone, “I’m looking.”

She showed us the location.

“Oh! I know that area.” Miles said

Peter looked at you, “Guess we’re going out tonight.”

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The festival didn’t disappoint. There were many food trucks and little tents with small souvenirs made from small businesses.

Miles and Harry had somehow ended up competing at the basketball games, clearly Harry forgot Miles’ ability to effortlessly do sports.

“He cheated.” Harry had grumbled to you and Peter.

Gwen, being the darling she is, was helping Miles carry his many prizes.

Miles had gifted all of you some sort of prize. Even Harry, who got a little stuffed whale that he claimed he didn’t want but refused to give back.

“We could go on the ferris wheel.” Peter suggested

“Pete, that ferris wheel is for small children.” You said

Peter craned his neck, “Huh, I didn’t notice that.”

“Hey, Pete, look!” Miles said excitedly

In true New York fashion there was a stand full of all sorts of Spider-man merchandise.

“Wow.” Peter was a little shocked.

Felicia suddenly laughed out loud causing all of you to turn your attention to her.

“Look, Peter, it’s a Spider-Man merchandise stand!” She pointed to a stand full of Spider-man stuffed animals, shirts, Knick knacks, etc.

You laughed, “We’ll have to stop there, later.”

Peter grumbled at the thought of you buying more stuff with spider-man on it.

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You should’ve expected it. It happens often. Peter is an attractive guy, you of all people are quite aware of it.

But, it didn’t stop your blood from boiling every time you saw somebody check him out. You were right there!

Peter, who is always somewhat aware of your emotions due to his heightened sense, squeezed your hand, effectively pulling your attention away from the woman who was still eyeing him.

“You alright, bug?” He asked

“That woman over there is checking you out.” You grumbled under your breath

“Oh,” Peter looked genuinely surprised, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You never do.” You didn’t mean to be snappy, you weren’t angry at him.

“That’s because I’m too busy checking you out.” Peter had a dopey grin on his face.

You involuntarily smiled, that fucker, he knew what he was doing.

“Give me a kiss.” He teased

“You’re an idiot, no.” You turned away

“I’m your idiot, though”

“One kiss.” You happily agreed.