#the amazing spider man 2

[stydixa]

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014) Dir. Marc Webb

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The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014) Dir. Marc Webb

[clancyisdexd]

I’m really funny

[luveline]

Can I request just Peter and shy!reader cuddling and stuff after a long day (after r having a long day or after peters spidey stuff whichever) ❤️

thank you for your request! tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, 1k

It feels like Peter's been gone for a long, long time when he finally comes home. Hair whipped every which way from swinging, his cheeks kissed by cold, nose bitten and pink, he drops his keys by the door and sweeps you up into his impossibly strong arms. 

You'd usually laugh at the sudden weightlessness, but his touch summons a lump in your throat, the thrumming feeling of missing him alive and in your hands. You work them around his shoulders. 

"You had a bad day?" he asks. You don't know how he knows, but he does. 

"I just needed to see you," you say, embarrassed by the strength of your feelings. 

Peter walks you backwards and you do laugh, then, the rigidness of your emotion warmed into softness by his arms around you and his easy smile. Peter dunks you down onto your L-shaped couch so you're flat on your back with your legs propped up and isn't shy about laying on top of you, the firm muscle of his thigh slotting between your softer ones, his hands moving to frame your face. 

He holds your cheeks for a second, decides he actually can't deal with the weight of his bag still on his shoulders or the jacket that haphazardly hides his suit and shrugs both off, and then holds your face again. 

"You're warm," he says. 

"You're cold," you say, turning your cheek into his hand, your head smushed up against the couch cushions. 

You close your eyes as he gets comfortable, content to spend long, slow minutes in the sanctuary of his arms, knowing he'll let you stay here however long you need to. You think you could commit to the couch for the remainder of your life and Peter would spend the rest of his days bringing you trinkets and offering to give you sponge baths. It's a preposterous thought based on an absolute truth; Peter would do anything for you. You'd do anything for him. 

You curl your arms around the broad, muscled stretch of his back, fingertips tripping over the wrinkles in his shirt, nose sniffing indulgently at his hair. 

"I needed to see you, too," he says into your neck. He speaks quietly, but not for the sake of any concerns. There's no need for privacy, and no shame in the admission. "Day's perfect now."

It's such a him thing to say. 

After another handful of quiet minutes, Peter works it around so he's the one being weighed down, squeezing between you and the couch armrest and easing you effortlessly onto his chest. You throw a leg over his thigh, curl an arm around his waist. He's not as cold anymore, but you rub his arm in a steadying back and forth until you've made your way to his fingers. They're still pretty cold —you pull his hand to your mouth and blow warm air at his fingertips until they're pink rather than blue.

Peter noses your hairline affectionately. "You're quiet today. More than usual," he says. "Should I be concerned?" 

"No," you murmur, rubbing his knuckles against your forehead for no good reason. It feels nice. After less than half a second, he does it of his own accord. 

Peter pushes your head back gently and starts to kiss you. Your forehead from end to end, the bridge of your nose, the tip. You shiver happily at the feeling and tilt your chin up for a proper kiss, though that happiness quickly melds to embarrassment when he laughs against your lips. I know what you want, his laugh says.

And even though he's right, even though it's obvious, it's raw to be caught wanting. He knows how much you want him in any and all capacity, and that's scary. 

You'd pull away if you thought Peter didn't know how you felt; you trust him completely. He can kiss you sick, for all you care. 

Peter doesn't kiss you for long, resting his forehead against your jaw, hand at the back of your neck to hold you where he wants you.

"Put your head back," he murmurs, faux-thoughtful, "I wanna give you a better kiss." 

"You want to give me a bruise," you murmur back. 

He dips in to kiss your neck softly. "Not true," he says, his bottom lip tickling you as he exhales. 

You lean back and raise your shoulder to push him away. You trust him, you love him, but if he gives you a hickey tonight you won't be able to look at him without a hot flush. You're too tired for anything amorous. 

Peter doesn't hold it against you. If anything, he does the opposite, rubbing your aching shoulders with a big, flat palm, like he's saying sorry. It's unnecessary. 

"I love you," you say. 

"I know," he says, giving you a short pat between shoulder blades. "Not as much as I love you, though, don't get it twisted." 

"I'm not getting anything twisted." 

"No?" Peter pulls you up his chest and turns his head so you can look at each other comfortably, no craned necks up or down. "Feels like you are. You think you love me more, which is scientifically improbable." 

"I didn't say that." 

"It felt like you said that." 

"I didn't say that." You glare at one another. The glares don't last long. 

You dive in for another hug, Peter tightening his grip around your waist, forearms up your back and locking you in. "This is nice," you say. 

"For you. My arm is dead." 

You giggle and shift further on top of him to alleviate the pressure on his arm. He groans like you're his very worst ailment, but when he kisses your head it's so tender you'd bet money that it left a mark, a physical actualisation of his affection. 

"Better?" he asks. 

You know what he's asking without further explanation. Do you feel better now? 

You nod against his neck, thinking you might just fall asleep in his arms. 

[useragarfield]

#me when i think about the ships that have been taken away from me

[dailyflicks]

THE AMAZING SPIDER MAN 2 (2014) dir. Marc Webb

[noxiwrites]

Encounters; Peter Parker

summary; an unlikely encounter begins to spiral into many.

It’s a busy night in New York city when you first meet Peter Parker. The rain is pouring down, the threat of thunder and lightning fast approaching as you tried your absolute hardest to push through the crowds of people, jacket clung tightly to your body.

Despite the rain, New York is still bustling, bars on the streets packed and sidewalks an absolute traffic jam. You’re just trying to get back to your apartment, dancing between your feet at the crossing on your block when you see him.

He’s across the other side of the crossing, chatting to a tall guy with dark brown hair. He’s got shaggy dark brown hair, wearing an oversized jumper and some baggy jeans. You’re not sure what catches your eye about him, but you’re in such a trance you don’t hear the beeping of the crossing until people begin to push past you. You begin moving fast, the rain gaining on you.

When you draw closer you hold a breath, wrapping your arms around you further. your earphone begins to slip out of your ear so you reach up to push it back in when your shoulder gets pushed to the side.

You meet eyes with him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” he breathes, and your eyes lock. you shrug, smiling at him.

“It’s okay.”

A honk of a car breaks you apart as you rush to the other side of the crossing.

-

The second time you see Peter you’re sure it’s not a coincidence. you’re out with friends, at a bar on the other side of the city, when he comes in. He’s with the tall guy again, and another slightly taller guy with brown hair. They take a seat at a booth at the other side of the bar from you, so engrossed in conversation that they don’t notice you staring.

Your friends do, however.

“Which one are you staring at?” Molly asks, leaning on the palm of her hand closer to you.

“I’ve kinda got my eye on the dark brown haired one with the beard.” You giggle at her wooing over the mysterious boys friend, shaking your head.

“I’ve just seen the shaggy haired guy before, last week.” You tell her, turning your gaze away from him. You were convinced this wasn’t a coincidence; New York was far too big- especially when you were on the other side of the city from where you last saw him.

“Oh yeah, really? you think it’s true loveeeee?” She swoons at you, giggling as you hit her arm. The both of you soon join back into conversation with your friends, the strange guy at the other side of the bar soon forgotten.

Around an hour later, a bartender comes over with a drink, placing it in front of you. You look up, confused, telling them that you didn’t order anymore and you were literally just about to leave.

The bartender shrugs. “It’s from some guy who told me to apologise for bumping into you the other week or something like that. That’s it, enjoy the drink.” The bartender walks away before you can make any further comment, cheeks scarlet red as your friends woo for you. You look over at where he was sat, the table empty.

-

You’d tried everything to find the mysterious guy again, keeping an especially open eye every time you stepped out into the streets of New York, to no luck. Eventually, you stopped trying to find him and just accepted the fact that the two encounters you had were just that.

It's a Saturday night and you're on your way home from work, texting Molly about some nonsensical things when you hear someone shout. Just regular New York, you think to yourself, not bothering to take your earphones out or even look up from your phone. You're around ten minutes away from your apartment, you text Molly. She's always worried about you working late nights and then having to walk home.

You hear the shouting again, this time closer to you than you would have honestly liked. You decide to look up, seeing a couple walking their dog a few hundred yards in front of you. Behind you, there's nobody. Same thing across the street. You relax, thinking it must be coming from the street over, until the door of a shop in front of you bursts open, a very burly man with a mask covering his face comes pounding out. Immediately you lower your head, noticing the gun in his left hand and bag of what you can only assume is cash in his right hand.

Not seeing or hearing anything is a habit you develop in New York, very quickly. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Today, you're unlucky.

"Hey, you," the guy calls, and from the top of your vision you can see him gesturing his gun towards you. You take out your earphones, hands lightly shaking. You'd had some close calls in this city before, but nothing like this. Where did the couple with the dog go?

"I know you fuckin' hear me, give me all your shit and I'll let you go," he demands, moving closer. The gun is still on you. You can hear sirens lightly in the distance, but even at this time, the traffic is insane. The police won't be here in time. You look up at the man, shakily removing your bag, chucking your phone inside and holding it out for him to take. He snatches your bag with his right hand, and you can see him eying you up and down.

"The necklace too, gimme that," he gestures with the gun, looking around. "Be quick, I ain't got all day."

You almost rush to take your necklace off, struggling with the clasp, tears now sliding down your cheeks. Scared wasn't even the correct word. Your fingers keep slipping, almost a refusal to take the necklace off. "What the fuck you playin' at bitch, give me the goddamn necklace," he shouts, gun now aimed directly at your face.

"Not so fast buddy, I'd put the gun down if I were you," A voice calls, almost daunting. A flash of red and blue crosses the corner of your eye and you wonder if this isn't the end after all.

"Who the fuck are you?" the masked guy yells, pivoting around to come face to face with the blue and red flash you saw. Spiderman. You almost can't believe your own eyes, the masked vigilante that you'd only seen on the news was here, right in front of you. Saving you. You hoped.

"People call me Spiderman. To be honest, I prefer something like the Amazing Spiderman, or the Sensational Spiderman, or even spidey- but just plain old Spiderman will do, I guess," He gestures towards your bag in the other man's hand, making a tut noise.

"Now I know that doesn't belong to you, so why don't you be a good boy and give it back?"

The masked guy scoffs, aiming his gun at Spiderman, who raises his hands in self defence. "Hey, look, we can all be friends here,"

"I ain't interested in making no friends, move out of my way," the masked guy demands, his finger going for the trigger on his gun. Before he can, the gun is out of his hand, webbed to the wall next to you. The guy turns, obviously confused, and despite wearing a mask, you can see his face contort in anger. He pulls a knife from his pocket and brandishes it towards Spiderman.

"Is that a knife? A real knife?" Spiderman pleads, hands raised as he kneels to the floor. You can't tell if he's being serious or not.

"Yes its a real knife, now fuckin move,"

"My weakness, it's small knives," Spiderman announces, still on his knees.

"Just let me go," the masked guy is almost begging now, as the sirens of police cars wail closer.

"anything but knives!" Spiderman shoots a web, sending the guys knife, and hand this time, flying into the wall next to you. You flinch, shaking as you step to the side and hopefully out of sight.

"What the fuck is this stuff?" the guy asks, trying to tear his arm free, to no avail.

"Oh it's webbing that I designed myself, I don't think that you really wanna know right now," Spiderman responds, shooting his other hand so they're both firmly on the wall. You watch as he gets up from his knees, waltzing over to the guy and graciously grabbing your bag from the guy, who shouts in protest.

Spiderman webs his mouth shut. "For good measure," he says, finally turning to you. He stops. You can't see behind the mask but you know something is going on.

"I uh, I think this belongs to you," he holds out your bag. You reach for it with a shaky hand, taking it from him and clutching it your chest. Tears still roll your cheeks, the terrified feeling seeping through your bones. You see a police car skid onto the street, the store owner finally coming out of his shop. He looks far worse off than you.

"Well, that's me guys, I better be going- those guys don't like me all too much," Spiderman gestures to the police, who are now clambering out of their car with their guns raised. Spiderman lingers for a second, and you're sure he's staring into your soul- before he shoots a web somewhere up high and disappears.

The first thing you do is call Molly.

-

You've not left your flat in two weeks. You're terrified, petrified even, to go outside. You had almost died. Almost. If it wasn't for Spiderman, you were pretty confident you would be dead. Something about him kept lingering on your thoughts.

Molly had tried time and time again to get you out, your entire friend group wanting to hear about your encounter with said Spiderman. You didn't quite understand their marvel over you almost dying.

You're lying in bed, watching some reality tv show when your phone pings next to you.

Going to walk into that bar and guess who walks in before me?? that guy you like and his friends!!! she texts, followed straight up with another text. Get your ass down here and get ur man!!!!

The thought of him makes ur heart jump, thinking about those past few encounters you had with the unnamed man. It makes you giddy, thinking you might finally have the chance to talk to him properly- and the bar was only five minutes away from your apartment.

Molly is waiting outside with a cigarette in her mouth when she sees you. She squeals, stomping over in her heels, wrapping you in a tight hug.

"Those will kill you ya know," you breathe as she keeps you in a hug. "Oh I don't care, I'm just glad you're alive," she exclaims, slowly pulling back. "I can't believe the thing that got you out of the house was a guy and not me," she pouts.

You smile, gesturing for the both of you to go inside. Molly throws her cigarette to the floor, clasping your hand in hers and dragging you inside. All of your friends gather round you when they see you, asking how you are.

It doesn't take them long to move onto the conversation about Spiderman. You knew this was coming, and as you're explaining what happened to you, you're looking around the bar to try and find him. Molly notices and brushes your shoulder, pointing to a booth in the corner. He's there, with his friends, and you can see them chattering away about something but he's not paying attention- instead his eyes are focused on you.

"Hello," he mouths, with a little wave and a smile. You blush as Molly smacks your shoulder, and look away.

"C'mon, don't get nervous now," she whispers in your ear, slightly shoving your shoulder. You look back to see him with crossed arms on the table, observing you. You shyly wave back and he smiles, turning to his friends and engaging in their conversation.

A couple hours pass and you're genuinely having a great time with your friends when someone taps you on the shoulder. Molly grins at you as you turn, to see mystery boy standing behind you.

"Cig time, anyone?" Molly asks, and it takes all three of your friends a few seconds to catch her glare before they agree and bustle away from the table. You shoot Molly a worried glance as she wiggles her eyebrows at you before disappearing out of the bar entrance.

"Uh, hi," you manage, gripping the edge of your chair. He smiles at you again and your heart flutters.

"Hi," he says back, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. Something about his mannerisms seems familiar, and not just from all the times you've ran into him. No, Something else.

"I'm Peter, Parker. Peter Parker." You nod, cheeks burning. Behind him you can see Molly and other others watching you through the glass of the bar door.

"Nice to finally know your name, Peter, Peter Parker." He laughs, breathing out a "yeah" in response. You notice that he's got some cuts on his face, an old bruise covering his left cheek and eye.

You're in the middle of telling him your name and asking why his face is covered in cuts and bruises when your friends come back in. Molly has a shit eating grin on her face as she takes her seat next to you.

Peter passes you a slip of paper and you unfold it to see a number scrawled on there.

"It's uh, it's my number. Maybe we can catch up without accidentally bumping into each other." He grins, before nodding to your friends and disappearing out of the bar door. Your cheeks burn the brightest red they have all night as your friends bombard you with questions.

-

You had been texting Peter Parker nearly constantly for the past week. It felt relieving to know his name, as you're pretty sure you would have never talked to him or asked him if he hadn't come up to you first. You've been talking about going on a 'date' for the past two days, inviting him over to your apartment tomorrow to make him some food.

You're cooking in your kitchen, considerably late at night, when you hear a loud thump come from what you can only assume is outside your window, on the fire escape. Taking your earphones out, you listen for any more sounds. None.

You decide to leave your food cooking on a low heat at the side of the stove, slowly wandering into your bedroom where the fire escape was.

You couldn't fucking believe your eyes. Spiderman. He's leaning against the railing of your fire escape, and you can see his chest moving very shallow. There's a big gash across his chest, ripping a large hole into his suit. His head turns toward you and he raises a shaky hand to gesture to the window.

You hesitate before rushing over, pushing the window up and gawking at the masked man outside your window. The coincidence is too hard for you to believe. You’re in shock.

“A little help?” He coughs, tone questioning. You scramble, snapping out of your shock as he leans forward, slowly crawling in through your window. You clasp at his arms as he clambers to the floor, blood slowly dripping out of the wound on his chest.

“I uh, I have a med kit in my bathroom, hold on,” you stutter out, shutting the window and bustling out of your bedroom into your joined bathroom. You stumble over to the cabinet and throw it open , pushing skin care out of the way to grab the small kit. You’re not sure what exactly it’ll do but you hope it’ll help.

Back in your bedroom, spiderman is heaving, coughing and spluttering through his mask.

You kneel in front of him, opening the kit. It has some bandaids, bandages and some alcohol wipes with a bottle of fluid. You pull the bottle out, reaching for a makeup pad off your desk.

“This is probably gonna sting a lot, okay,” you whisper, and he nods his head. You pour some of the liquid onto the pad and hesitate before pressing it to his chest, grimacing as you hear him hiss in pain. His hand reaches up for yours, gripping it tightly.

“Thank you,” he whispers back, and you recognise the voice. You’re sure of it. You continue cleaning him up, wiping away all the blood and throwing the pad before grabbing one of the bandages.

“I mean, you saved me so it’s like the least I can do,” you waffle, dabbing at his chest and ripping the bandage out of the package with your teeth.

“I’m just your friendly neighbourhood spiderman, doing my job,” he says, and you can almost see the grin under the mask. So familiar. That voice. You definitely know it from somewhere.

“So uh, what fucked you up this bad? Last time I saw you was pretty badass, not one single scratch.” You’re trying to make conversation now, hear his voice, figure it out. It’s right there. On the edge of your mind.

“A lizard, fuckin massive one, would you believe it?” He laughs this time, recoiling slightly as you finally tape the bandage over his wound. He does look slightly stupid, red and blue costume almost covered in a big white bandage.

“Actually, considering you’re spiderman with webs coming out of your wrists, yeah, I would.” You raise your eyebrows.

“You know what, you actually have a point.”

It clicks. You’re not sure how- but it does. You’ve not heard Peter Parker speak all that much- but his voice. You know his voice. It can’t be. There’s too many coincidences going on here for you to form a coherent thought and he notices that.

“Hey, you-”

“Peter?” Your voice is quiet. “As in Peter from the bar but also Peter that I’ve been bumping into around New York City for the past month? Peter?” You stand, stumbling backwards.

He raises his hands, standing too.

“Peter Parker? Spider-Man? Is this a joke?” You ask, more to yourself as you fall back to sitting on your bed. You’re in complete disbelief.

Peter- you think, slowly walks towards you. Limps, if you were to be critical. He’s still got his hands raised in self defence, but they raise upwards towards where his mask meets the rest of his suit. Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, he pulls it off.

Peter Parker is spiderman. You have no words.

“Now, in my defence, this isn’t the way I wanted you to find out- but you gave me your address for tomorrow and to be honest you were they only person I thought about when I got hurt- I thought you’d help and I was right.” He tells you, mask in hand. You’re still shocked, mouth open as you stare up at him.

“This is crazy.” You wipe your hands down your joggers.

“To be fair I wasn’t planning on telling you until like the third date,” he takes a seat next to you, groaning as he moves his wound.

“You saved my life,” you murmur, turning to look at him. He grins, lopsided.

“How else was I supposed to give you my number if I didn’t?” You laugh, unsure if it’s out of pure shock or he’s genuinely funny.

“But uh, this is totally crazy! Peter, you’re really Spider-Man?” You ask. He laughs, nodding his head.

“I can see you’re in denial, which I totally get- but I can smell you’re cooking something really good and I’m quite hungry so why don’t we have that dinner date now and I’ll tell you all about it?”

You nod. You’ve definitely never seen something this crazy in your life- but deep down, you knew that you liked it.

-

After feeding Peter and checking his wound, which had healed super fast- a part of his powers apparently, you were both sat on your fire escape watching the sun slowly rise over New York.

You lean into Peter’s side, sighing.

“This is crazy, don’t you think?”

He turns his head down to look at you. “The me being spiderman thing or the whole bumping into each other a whole bunch of times thing?”

You tilt your head upwards to look at him too, your faces mere inches apart. “Both work pretty well together I’d say,” your eyes flutter down to his lips, and then back up to his eyes.

He grins, leaning in closer. “Well I’m pretty happy things worked out this way. Including the big lizard.”

You smile. Peter Parker is Spider-Man. And he’s sat next to you.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he narrates, and you giggle as he leans in. Below, police sirens begin to course through the city followed by some crashes- and a large roar.

Peter groans. This time, it’s loud and annoyed. He lingers, but the noises below persist.

“I’m gonna have to take a rain check on this, the city needs saving,” you frown, pulling him in by the face and pressing your lips to his. He faults for a second before melting into the kiss, before you’re both interrupted by what sounds like an explosion.

“Really, I’ve got to go. But this isn’t over.” He pulls his mask on, gives you one final look and a squeeze on the waist before he jumps off your fire escape, shooting webs and swinging away.

What have you got yourself into?

-

Part two? Possibly some smut? Let me know!!!

[asterias-record-shop]

moan our name (p.p. (t.h.) & p.p. (a.g.))

(No forgotten memories, Peter 1 isn’t with MJ, Peter 3 is with you, never got with Gwen — in Peter 1’s world you’re this college girl he has a crush on.) When experimenting with a Sling Ring you found with your boyfriend, you couldn’t believe it when you both fell into a portal in another Spider-Man’s room. — 1.3k words

“Babe, I thought you said you weren’t going to keep messing with that thing?”

Peter was concerned for you, mainly because he was worried about your safety. He really didn’t want you to fall through a portal with no way to get home like he did.

“I’m just trying…” you muttered, humming softly as you attached a clip to it. “To see if it’s a conductor.”

Peter snorted as he came behind you, letting his arms wrap around your torso, softly pressing kisses to your temple. “Why do you need it as a conductor, baby?”

“To see if I can put its powers into something like a bracelet or something,” you muttered in response, heavily focused until it blitzed slightly. You gasped when it did so, and Peter jumped slightly as flickers of gold started to pour out through the ring, proceeding to sink down into some sort of ring-like portal.

“Son of a bit-”

Peter didn’t get to finish before you both fell down what seemed to be a portal like when Peter fell through one a few months ago and helped save another universe. Peter quickly uses his powers to shoot a web at you, pulling you into his chest and twisting so he makes impact with the floor instead of you.

He grunted as you looked around, inhaling as you sat up in his lap, letting your eyes trail the posters in the high apartment that seemed as though it cost more than all of Peter’s lab. “Where are we?”

Peter looks around, sighing thankfully. “Oh thank fuck.”

“What? Peter, where are we?” You asked as you slowly stood up, helping your boyfriend up as he softly kissed your head.

“We’re on the other Peter’s earth,” he mumbled into your hair, thankful that you were okay. “Remember I told you about him?”

You swallowed, about to nod before someone yelled.

“Peter 3!”

Your boyfriend pulled away, smiling when he saw the other brunette. “Peter 1!”

He was about to give your boyfriend a hug before he noticed you, his face immediately flushing. “Y/N?!”

Peter 3 paused, looking from Peter 1 from you to Peter. “You have a Y/N here?”

Peter 1 swallowed, nodding — he had literally just got off to the thought of you. Well, his you.

“Oh, you’re Peter 1!” You said as you stepped forward, offering your hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you! My Peter has told me all about you.”

Your Peter grinned when you called him ‘my Peter,’ watching as you stepped forward to greet the other Peter. Still, Peter 1 was shocked when you touched him, the firm shake of your hand making his jaw go slack.

“This must be Tony Stark’s empire you took over,” your Peter said as you stepped back, face scrunching slightly.

“Who’s Tony Stark?”

“His… dad, I believe,” your Peter said as you looked around. “We don’t have a Tony Stark. Or, a famous one at least.”

“Wait! Do they have Goblin?” You asked as you turned around, almost as though you needed to prepare before your Peter laughed as he walked over to you.

“You don’t have to worry, baby,” he whispered, softly kissing your lips as Peter 1 looked away, putting his hand over his groin area to try and hide himself from getting hard again. Your Peter noticed this, smiling as he pulled away and looked over at Peter 1.

“You mind if we crash here? Until we figure out how to get back,” he hummed as he softly brushed his hand down your back. “My darling girl was trying to put the ring’s power into some bracelets.”

Peter 1 nodded frantically. “Y-Yeah, of course,” he whispered, swallowing. “I’ll call Dr. Strange so he can get you both back.”

Your Peter grinned as you yawned into his chest. “Thanks, kid.”

Peter 1 was upset. Very upset.

For one, you were even nicer than he could ever imagine – and he hated it.

For two, you both were stuck here until the wall between the worlds were thin enough again.

For three, the walls in the Stark Tower were thin with his enhanced hearings. Very, very thin. So much so that he was jacking himself off everytime you both had sex, just like he was doing right now.

He knew you were on your third orgasm. Peter 3 had barely just came, and you were about to cum, but Peter 3 knew just what he was doing.

“Come on baby, come on… moan my name, moan my name baby,” he groaned, the squelching of your pussy bouncing off the walls. He could only imagine how wet you were, the wet thrusts matching his pace of Peter 1 pumping his cock.

He had came just as many times as you had, mainly because he was so desperate to fuck you. What kind of coincidence was it that Peter 3 and you were together?

The thought made him pump his fist faster. He couldn’t stop, he was so so desperate to feel you.

“P-Peter, Peter!” You wailed, sobbing as you threw your head back, the bed continuing to slam into the wall. “I-I’m going to cum!”

Your Peter laughed. “Aw baby, you’re such a good girl… keep moaning my name, moan our name…”

That made Peter 1s eyes fly open.

Oh, he truly knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take Peter 1 long to get up, not even covering his cock as he walked through the halls and banged on the door.

“Ah, took him long enough, my darling…”

“Fuck you!” Peter 1 yelled, not even waiting for Peter 3 to open the door because he knew damn well he wouldn’t pull out of you – because Peter 1 wouldn’t either – stepping inside and stripping his clothes.

“W-We had a bet,” you giggled tiredly, inhaling. “Peter already stretched me out from behind.”

So that’s where he was fucking you earlier.

And so, Peter 1 wasted no time walking toward the bed before your Peter fixed the position of both of you, pulling you into his lap, spreading your legs with his thighs. “Like hell I was going to let you fuck her pretty cunt.”

To be completely honest, Peter 1 would take whatever he could get.

So he kneeled behind you, slowly steadying himself before snapping his hips forward to push into your ass. A loud wail left your lips, your teasing finally biting you in the ass as both Peter’s slowly started to fuck into you in sync.

Peter 1s thrusts were a lot more unsteady, almost as though he was still questioning what was going on, but your Peter’s thrusts were strong and rough.

He looked so pretty under you, sweat dripping down his temple as Peter 1 slowly fucked you from behind, moaning loudly as he kissed your shoulder blade. He was starting to get rougher, and the fact that two men were fucking you at now very different paces made your mind blur as their hands roam your body.

At this point, you truly were just a toy for them – and they were determined to use you like that.

“Come on baby, does it feel too good that you’re silent? Huh? Make some fucking noise,” your Peter basically snarled as his teeth graze your jaw, but that’s truly what you were feeling – you felt so good that you could barely make any noise, only with your mouth agape.

A soft sob fell from your mouth as you finally gave into your pleasure, your mouth wide open as you started to groan loudly. Your stomach felt like it was being penetrated, but it didn’t hurt at all, or you didn’t register that it was hurting.

Their hands squeezed and groped your body, their lips kissing every inch of your skin as you let out another sob. “Fuck, fuck! I-I gotta cum, I need to cum, please let me cum!”

Both Peters basically laughed in unison, a groan falling from your Peter's lips.

“Cum. We have until that portal gets figured out to fuck you.”

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[marveladdicts]

ANDREW GARFIELD as PETER PARKER in THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2

[oimatchstickman]

Dane DeHann as Harry Osborn in The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

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ANDREW GARFIELD AND EMMA STONE AS PETER PARKER & GWEN STACY THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 (2014) Dir. Marc Webb

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ANDREW GARFIELD on "The Amazing Spider-Man 2" backstage.

Any random day in frat!Peter’s life by @reidslovely and @webslingingslasher

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🕷️The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)🕷️

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HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY, ANDREW GARFIELD!!!

[iwasbored777]

I don't care what anyone says these are my favourite Spider-Man movie ships (and definitely my favourite superhero movie ships in general) with the strongest chemistry and the best romantic storylines and they all feel like separated characters but also make great couples (and both shared a beautiful romantic sunset scene in their sequels before a lot of angst happened).