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Peter Parker x roommate!reader who has no boundaries [1k words]
CW: writers first time writing for Peter Parker so I'm sorry if the vibes are off, reader's gender is not specified (gn!reader), reader doesn't know Peter's spiderman, reader walks in on Peter half naked
It’s not a big deal; it shouldn’t be a big deal; it’s never been a big deal.
Peter had known long before signing the lease as your new roommate that you were the kind of friend who had little-to-no boundaries. This had been more than evident when you were merely lab partners, further proven when the two of you became friends, and solidified upon moving in together.
And it has been fine, because like he said, it’s not a big deal…it’s never been a big deal.
There had been one time you walked into the bathroom — without knocking — as he was rinsing the shampoo from his hair, and he took a moment to be very grateful that the two of you had an opaque shower curtain that spared him at least a modicum of his decency.
He isn’t sure what you even came to talk to him about, he only knew that you came to talk. And talk you did, all the way through the rest of his shower, continuing even when the water was shut off and Peter stood there with quickly spreading goosebumps as a result of the cool air that permeated the bathroom without the steamy relief that the running water had provided. It wasn’t until he politely interrupted you – asking if you “would mind” – that you finally paused in your tangent.
Perhaps ¹³⁾ skinned knees and/or ¹⁵⁾ frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise with Spencer, Steve, or Peter? 🙏💛
Thanks for requesting!
cw: recounted violence, hints at our poor Peter's trauma </3
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 773 words
Peter’s quiet the whole way back to your apartment. You try to be quiet too, though you can’t help a small gasp when he swings onto the side of your apartment building and every instinct in your body is telling you you’re going to hit the bricks.
“It’s okay,” he says, opening your window with one hand. “I’ve got you.”
You crawl inside clumsily, envious of the way Peter hops over you with practiced effortlessness. He closes the window and heads for the kitchen without a word. You’re caught between feeling guilty and wanting to repair things, but ultimately you follow him.
He’s closing the freezer when you enter, mask on the kitchen counter, a bag of peas in his hand. “C’mere,” he says, flicking on the stove light. “Let me see.”
You go, letting him take your face in hand to tilt your right eye towards the light. Peter inspects you carefully. His eyes are dark in the low light, disconcertingly serious. After a few seconds he sets the peas to your cheek.
“It’s gonna bruise pretty bad,” he says.
“It doesn’t even really hurt,” you try, throbbing.
OKOK i have a couple ideas for requests like we talked about but theyre all very different so im going to send them separately. this first one im sending, i dont know if your smut requests are open, or if i shouldve sent them to your other acc, but here it is anyway.
im a SUCKER for sex pollen and those types of things so, hear me out, established relationship, peter comes back from a mission and basically just NEEDS reader, blah blah blah, smut ensues. if this is a miss feel free to ignore i have two others im sending your way 😘
hahahaha ok I don't think this ended up being as smutty as you were hoping, but I had so much fun writing it so thank you for indulging my current hyper fixation!
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader after he's infected with sex pollen [1.2k words]
CW: my thought is when oscorp was breeding their mutant bugs and stuff they had a powder/aerosol to encourage breeding?? anyways, no actual smut but it's discussed through out and then gets pretty explicit at the end, potential 18+ content, NSFW
You’re saved from having to pretend to be asleep at the sound of your bedroom window creaking open as Peter slips in, wasting no time to pull the mask off of his head. You find it hard to fall asleep without him anyways, let alone on nights that he’s on patrol, so his presence is a welcome sight.
“Peter?”
“Hey,” he lets out quickly, his tone taking on a quality you can’t quite place, “hey, hi, holy shit you’re awake, hey.”
“Hey.” You return, propping yourself up and reaching over to turn on the lamp at the same moment Peter trips over a pile of books by the end of the bed. “Did you get to Oscorp in time?”
“Yup, yeah. Yes, I did.” He responds breathlessly. “Hey, lovely. Hi baby,” he greets again, nearly tripping over himself a second time as he comes to kneel by the edge of the bed, biting the fingers of one of his gloves in order to pull it off.
“Good, I- whoa.”
I forgot that these things can also be so cute. I loved this.
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
Don’t want to sound dramatic, your writing is one of the things that keeps me alive in this world. Thank you for creating S&V. English isn’t my first language, and every time I reread it, I found something new to myself. Thank you again for sharing it here🫶🏻
Thank you anon! I find that it’s one of the things that keeps me alive too! I hope one day you can find an outlet to be creative and get to express all the thoughts and emotions that weigh us down. Thank you for your message!
summary: how Peter spent his spring break from Honey, and how the summer vacation is going... 😬
words: 10.4 k
tags: fluff and angst (my otp), also: Peter being insatiable, Peter having PTSD, non-graphic smut scenes, voyeurism, Hawaii, TW: flashback to SA in Vol. 1, child abuse, domestic violence, being spied on, being creeped on by a drunk guy, please take care of yourselves if this isn't your cup of tea).
This took me a ridiculously long time to write. Thank you, everybody, for your patience and your support!
back to sugar and vice masterlist.
For a crime boss, Peter Parker was surprisingly good at following rules.
Rules were good. Rules were safe. Rules created order out of chaos. Peter always made the rules. For the Spiders, following the rules meant life or death.
1. Don’t use real names. 2. Never walk into a place without an exit strategy. 3. Always bring a weapon. 4. Remember that someone is watching—always. 5. Respect appointments. 6. Respect partners. 7. Respect the Boss.
Respecting the rules meant respecting the Boss. No one would dare question that. Even if his rules didn’t make sense.
8. No killing.
“Say what again?”
“I said ‘no killing,’” Peter repeated, firm. His voice carried more authority than it had in weeks. Not since he’d left the city.
summary: how Peter spent his spring break from Honey, and how the summer vacation is going... 😬
words: 10.4 k
tags: fluff and angst (my otp), also: Peter being insatiable, Peter having PTSD, non-graphic smut scenes, voyeurism, Hawaii, TW: flashback to SA in Vol. 1, child abuse, domestic violence, being spied on, being creeped on by a drunk guy, please take care of yourselves if this isn't your cup of tea).
This took me a ridiculously long time to write. Thank you, everybody, for your patience and your support!
back to sugar and vice masterlist.
For a crime boss, Peter Parker was surprisingly good at following rules.
Rules were good. Rules were safe. Rules created order out of chaos. Peter always made the rules. For the Spiders, following the rules meant life or death.
1. Don’t use real names. 2. Never walk into a place without an exit strategy. 3. Always bring a weapon. 4. Remember that someone is watching—always. 5. Respect appointments. 6. Respect partners. 7. Respect the Boss.
Respecting the rules meant respecting the Boss. No one would dare question that. Even if his rules didn’t make sense.
8. No killing.
“Say what again?”
“I said ‘no killing,’” Peter repeated, firm. His voice carried more authority than it had in weeks. Not since he’d left the city.
Warnings: language, teasing, masturbation...and chaotic pleasure Dom Peter Parker putting your bratty ass in check.
It should go without saying, but please take heed:
MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
Alexa play hallelujah
My favorite thing about J. Jonah Jameson is that he just hates Spider-Man. He supports mutants and doesn't hate enhanced people. He's not racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic. He just hates Spider-Man. And I'm half convinced that he's faking for the publicity.
He'd probably get pissed if he hears someone hating on Spider-Man for being enhanced.
"Spiderman isn't a menace because he can climb walls! He's a menace because he's climbing walls without a license or safety equipment! He's setting a bad example!"
"I just want you to know that you that your identity as an enhanced person is valid. Your identity as Spiderman is trash."
Comics lore: J.J.’s wife was once robbed by a masked man, and ever since then he’s hated masks.
So the conclusion to this story is nothing salacious or scandalous.
Gene Hackman had severe Alzheimer’s. His wife, Betsy, was likely his caretaker.
She died on February 11.
On her last day, she was well enough to run errands—she grabbed a few things at the grocery store. Whether or not she knew she was sick, we don’t know.
The disease that killed her is found in common mice in New Mexico, and once contracted, there’s a 40% fatality rate. There were no rodents in the home, but there was evidence elsewhere. She likely caught it while trying to clean up.
The Hantavirus presents as the flu, so she might have just thought she was coming down with something.
February 11 is the last anyone sees or hears from her.
Gene Hackman dies on February 18. A full week after Betsy died on the bathroom floor.
They found her body amongst a bunch of scattered pills, none of which contribute to her death. Maybe she was looking to treat her symptoms when she stopped being able to breathe.
One of their German Shepherds was also found dead. We don’t know why, but it might have been 2 weeks since his animals were last fed. Depending on what pills were on the floor, maybe it was accidental poisoning. Even something as common as Tylenol is fatal in dogs.
On February 26, their bodies are found by a security guard. Security was only alerted when a maintenance worker didn’t get a response when he showed up.
Gene’s autopsy showed that he wasn’t dehydrated, but his stomach is empty. He didn’t contact anyone else.
Gene spent the last week of his life alone in an unrecognizable world. Losing Betsy was like losing the only tether he had with reality. Each time he’d walk to the bathroom, he would discover her body. He would realize she was gone; it was a fleeting heartbreak that was wiped from his memory before he could even call for help.
And again, and again, until heart disease (or lack of its treatment) stops the cycle.
There’s no murder. There’s no scandal. No laws were broken. They were a normal couple. They were Seniors left alone to their private, secluded lives.
The rats killed them. Bad luck killed them. Love killed them.
