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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Dr. Strange tells Peter that in every existing universe you don’t make it, yet the multiverse has other plans.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, mentions of dying, fluff, happy ending!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,045

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem! Reader & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker & fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovelies… AHHH I WROTE SOMETHING AND FINSIHED IT! Anywho, hope you like it and feedback is always appreciated! *muah* Enjoy!

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CREWMATE

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You play Among Us with the avengers

Word Count: 2500

Extra: one mention of blood

“I don’t get it,” Banner says and you sigh.

“I’m quite lost as well, perhaps you could explain it again, Y/n?” Vision requests.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, relaxing afterwards. “There’s two imposters, their jobs are to kill everyone and not get caught—see simple!” You repeat and Vision nods, turning to look at Wanda’s screen.

“Yeah, but why?” Banner asks and you stare at him, baffled. “Why would I want to kill anyone?” He reiterates.

“It’s the point of the game,” Peter says, gazing at the man, “otherwise it’d just be… boring.”

“But I like you guys,” he replies, and you sigh, frustrated.

You knew he was only being nice but you had already spent twenty minutes setting up devices and really wanted to start.

“Why don’t I get to play?” Thor grunts, crossing his arms.

“Because,” you groan, placing your hands on your hips, “the last time we played a game together you got mad and sent a hammer through my screen!”

“It was a mistake,” he defends, “happens to us all—just ask Loki.”

You grumble, crossing your arms.

“I call grey!” Sam shouts, nudging at Bucky, “imma be all badass in this suit.”

“I wanted to be grey,” Bucky frowns, “it matches my arm.”

“Well it’s too late I—“ The pair continues to argue over colors. Tony, claiming red and Peter blue. Nat chuckles as you look at her, pleading for help; she shrugs, reaching for the bag of chips on the coffee table.

“I say we let Thor play,” Tony smirks as Steve cringes. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Should be interesting,” Wanda adds and you groan.

“Fine!” You shout, snatching the phone from Banner who joins Clint in the kitchen and handing it to Thor who celebrates like a kid in a candy shop.

“Okay, are we good?” You ask and everyone nods, some sharing audible affirmations.

“Okay, everyone space out! No looking at each other’s screens and no audio—unless you brought earbuds!” You snap, sitting on the floor, five feet away from Peter who had just put on a birthday hat in-game.

“Oh! And no telling each other what you are—I’m talking to you!” You add, pointing at Wanda and Vision as you narrow your eyes.

Everyone spaces out exactly as you said and the game begins.

———

After a few rounds, everyone had gotten the hang of the game. Some, taking things too seriously.

“Okay, new rule,” you start, “this round nobody kills Sam,“ who had been dying first for the last three rounds, “just for the beginning.”

“It’s not our fault he keeps dying,” Bucky laughs, “maybe the knife likes birds.”

“Man you’ve killed me twice now!”

Looking around, you take in your environment, solidifying the memory of playing with the team while you laugh at Sam’s joke. You were all insanely busy and didn’t get a lot of free time, so you made sure to savor memories when you could.

——

A new game begins and you grunt as your screen pans CREWMATE. You hadn’t got imposter once today.

Looking over, you realize Peter was staring at you. “No cheating, bug boy,” you scold and he smiles, looking down at his screen which, unbeknownst to you, said IMPOSTER.

Peter had been waiting for his chance to get imposter again. The first time he misclicked in front of Tony, accidentally jumping into a vent and getting voted out, but this time he wasn’t gonna get voted out—at least he hoped not. He’d seen lots of videos where players would troll others and had been waiting for his chance to troll you. He couldn’t screw this up.

ROUND ONE

Everyone spawns at the button then heads to admin to do their card swipe.

Peter fakes his then walks to the right side, searching for you. He walks through shields, heading into Nav then back out when he finds no one there; repeating his actions in O2. Eventually he walks back into storage, where he spots you entering the electrical hall.

You didn’t have a card swipe, so you had filled your gas in storage and were now headed to drain it in the lower engine when the doors shut behind you.

You look around the room, resuming your actions when you saw that you were the only one there.

“Shit,” Peter thinks to himself. He had shut the doors too early, locking himself out. He looks around, deciding to head to electrical to fake some tasks when a meeting is called.

“Seriously capsicle, I was almost done with my download,” Tony croaks.

Steve, ignoring him, focuses on Peter. “Peter,” he drags, alarming him. He wasn’t gonna get voted out again was he?

“What..?” He asks, feigning innocence as the Captain eyes him.

“Why’re you acting like that?”

“Like what?” Peter says, shifting and you take note of his fidgety demeanor.

“What I believe the Captain is trying to say, and forgive me if I do this wrong, but Peter is acting quite sus,” Vision articulates.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. Thanks Vis.”

Vision nods his head as Wanda taps his shoulder excitedly, proud of him for doing something correctly.

“Yeah,” you agree, furrowing your brows, “Peter is being sus.”

“N-no I’m not! I was just doing tasks!”

“Where?” You question.

“E-electrical!”

“Aht! I’m in electrical and young Parker is not with me,” Thor corrects, lifting a finger up.

“I—“ Peter begins as Thor interrupts. “Can someone help me with my task. I’m not sure when the circle wants me to click.”

You check Thor off your ‘sus’ list, convinced that his confusion was genuine.

“I think it’s Bucky,” Sam accuses as Bucky throws his arms up. “You always think it’s me!”

“Well that’s because it is!”

Peter inhales deeply, silently thanking the pair for taking the heat off of him.

There’s a minute left on the clock when you realize how slowly the conversation is going. “Sam what tasks have you done?” You ask, deciding it would be best for you to take charge.

“Uh—” he stammers, scratching his head.

“See, he hasn’t done any tasks!” Bucky argues, crossing his arms.

“I’ve done tasks!” Sam contests, picking at his fingers, “I just don’t remember which ones.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe it’s Y/n!” Peter claims, gazing at you as you glare at him. “You’re pointing fingers!”

“It’s not me—I’ve been locked in the lower engine for half the game.”

“I’m voting Nat,” Tony says, interrupting your conversation.

“What! Why?” she croaks.

“Following my gut,” he shrugs, “you haven’t said a word all game.”

Nat winces, realizing that her silent approach wasn’t gonna work.

“It can’t be Nat!” Peter blurts, worried that if she got out it’d become significantly harder for him to win.

“Oh yeah, why not?” Tony tests, crossing his arms while Peter cowers, not expecting the interrogation.

“I-I saw her… doing tasks!” He says, unconvincingly.

The timer goes red and the meeting ends, Nat receiving three votes from Steve, Sam, and Tony. Not enough to get her out.

ROUND TWO

Another round begins and Peter could finally get back to trolling you, making note to deal with Tony, who was too smart for his own good.

Peter fakes a couple of tasks in electrical, making sure Thor—who still couldn’t finish his task—saw him so he’d have an alibi. He then makes his way to security, where Stark sat on cams.

With his kill cool-down low, Peter walks in, locking the doors behind him before killing his mentor then venting into med-bay, making a clean escape.

Tony chuckles, setting his phone down then joining Clint and Banner in the kitchen.

On the other side of the map, Nat joins Steve in navigation, checking the halls before killing him.

He makes an audible gasp, causing you to look up as he sets his phone down, crossing his arms.

You look back at your phone, having finished emptying your second gas tank, you decide on going to search for the bodies.

You make it to the cafeteria when a body is reported.

“Found Steve in Nav,” Sam informs, “his body’s dead, blood against the wall, boom, just like that.”

“You did not see blood!” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“No, but I felt it!”

“Where is everyone?” Nat asks, disposing of her silent tactic and going full agent.

“Just passed Y/n in the med-bay hall,” Peter responds and you nod.

“What’s the room with the blue chair?” Bucky asks.

“Comms?” You respond.

“Yeah. I’m in comms,” he grunts, “the download takes forever.”

“Thor, what about you?” Nat asks.

“Electrical!” He shouts, “the bloody task is too hard—I thought this was a children’s game.”

Tony walks over and pats his shoulders, “don’t worry, big guy, I’ll help you.” He says and Thor smiles in response.

You hum, thinking for a moment. “Nat, where are you?”

“Cafeteria,” she replies.

“Cafeteria?” You ask, holding in your grin.

“Yeah, I’m doing wires.”

“A-HA!” You yell, pointing. “I just walked into the cafeteria and you’re—not—there,” you say, emphasizing each word while snickers from the kitchen confirm your suspicions.

Vision nods, “I’m also in the cafeteria and agent Romanoff is not here,” he states, “I have seen Y/n, though.”

“I trust Vis. I left him in the cafeteria,“ Wanda adds as Nat Scoffs.

“Of course you did,” Nat grunts, throwing her hands up. “You two go everywhere together! Do you know how hard it is to kill when you're sharing screens?” She asks, dumping her phone and heading to the kitchen.

You and Peter chuckle as Nat is unanimously voted out and you make sure to scold Wanda and Vision before the next round begins.

ROUND THREE

Everyone spawns back in the cafeteria then parts ways.

You make sure to note where everyone went. Wanda and Vision headed right, you and Peter left, Sam and Bucky down and Thor back to electrical, Tony following through on his promise to help him with his task.

You head to the reactor to do your last task while Peter follows behind like a goofball. You stop for a moment, looking back at him in-game before continuing again.

When you enter the reactor hall both doors shut behind you, blocking your way to the dual engine rooms. No one but you and Peter are there—security being empty—so you ignore it, starting your reactor task.

Peter, on the other hand, goes straight for the vents, jumping in and out before realizing you couldn’t see him. He waits a little, hoping you’d finish your task quickly before he tries again, Sam walking in and spotting him.

“Fuck,” he thinks to himself, “the doors must’ve opened.”

Peter quickly locks the doors in the med-bay hall, blocking Sam’s pathway and catching up to kill him.

“Motherfuck—“ Sam says, just before he dies.

“No talking,” Bucky reminds with a chuckle.

Peter runs back to the reactor where he finds you still doing your task and an emergency meeting is called.

“I assume someone has died?” Vision asks.

“Yup, Sam,” you affirm as Bucky laughs.

“Do you think it could be him?” Wanda asks Vision, suspecting its Bucky.

“Yeah,” you hum, “who else would want to kill Sam?”

“It’s not me,” Bucky says, scoffing and you push your lips into a line.

“Why would I be near him?”

“I don’t know, maybe to KILL HIM!” You say, shouting the last part. Sam, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“It’s not me.”

“Maybe it’s Wanda,” Peter says. “Or Vision. They’ve been backing each other all game.”

“True,” you say, furrowing your brows.

“If it were me why would I have let Nat go? She was obviously an imposter,” Vision queries. “And why would Wanda “back” me as you’ve said.”

“Well maybe you’re backing her,” Peter accuses, looking towards you as you look away, trying to piece together everything you’ve heard so far.

“Wha—well I don’t even know what that means,” Vision says, confusing painting his face.

“We should vote. We have a free shot on six,” you inform, “and I think we should go Bucky first—just to be safe.”

“You’ll lose,” Bucky grunts, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Bucky then Wanda,” Peter agrees. Voting out innocents would make it easier for him to win.

[Bucky is voted out and another meeting is called]

“Okay, now Wanda.”

Everyone but Thor and Vision votes.

“It can’t be Wanda,” Vision defends and you look at him, “it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Still! To be safe,” Peter urges, mainly to you and you agree, semi-convinced that it couldn’t be him after you spent a round together.

You look away, focusing on Thor.

“I agree with Vision. I don’t believe it’s Wanda,” he states, “she’s done tasks.”

“Still, we should vote!” Peter says, a little too eagerly. “Just—just to be safe.”

You look over at him, furrowing your brows then nodding. “Yeah, just to be safe,” you repeat.

Thor surrenders, voting with the rest of you.

The three of you vote for Wanda while Vision votes to skip, but since majority voted Wanda, she’s voted out.

———

ROUND FOUR

The fourth round begins and everyone spawns in the cafeteria. You decide to distance yourself from Peter, following Vision, but Peter follows as well. All three of you enter O2, Thor nowhere to be found.

You clear your throat when Reactor is called and leave the two to go settle the crisis. When you enter the cafeteria the doors shut behind you, leaving you and Peter locked in the room.

You gasp as Peter jumps in and out of the vent closest to the weapons door. You should have known. You attempt to run away, distancing yourself from him when you realize something: where’s Vision?

When the doors open, you run back to O2, finding his body slain on the floor, you report it.

“ITS PETER. IT'S PETER!” You shout, instantly voting for him.

Thor looks up at your frantic demeanor.

“NO, I SAW Y/N KILL IN THE LEAVES ROOM!” Peter counters, deciding to use terms Thor would understand; no way he’d know what O2 was.

“Wha—“

“HE’S LYING. HE TRAPPED ME IN THE CAFETERIA AND—“

“NO, Y/N TRAPPED ME.”

You hear snickers from the kitchen and look over, seeing everyone enjoy your bickering while Nat tries her best to sign to Clint what was going on.

Bucky smirks, secretly rooting for Peter after you agreed to vote him out.

Peter sits up, voting for you and placing his phone down then giving Thor his best puppy dog eyes. “I was so scared.”

“You were not!” You shout, placing your phone down as you turn towards Thor. “Think about it. He’s been weird all game.” You say, watching as Thor looks between the both of you. Feeling his confusion, you decide to reiterate. “He was quick to agree with voting Vis and Bucky out, he’s barely done any tasks, and—“ you snap, knowing this would be your best defense, “HE SUCKS!”

Peter gasps. “This is unbelievable. Do you see how she’s lying?!”

Thor looks back at his screen, watching as the timer goes red, he votes.

———

The timer runs out and the votes are revealed: two votes for Peter and one for you.

“YES!” You cheer, doing a victory dance.

The game ends and a VICTORY pops up on everyone but Nat and Peter’s screens.

You jump up, giving Thor a big hug. “You did it!”

Everyone in the kitchen celebrates, some giving Thor audible praise as he grins—Bucky groaning.

“I am the god of thunder.” He smirks.

“And apparently Among Us.”

Pretty Little Fears

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter's worst fear comes to life

Warnings: angst, death, blood || WC: 440

“Y/n!” Peter shouts, dodging scorpion’s poison and landing in front of you. He crouches, noticing the large gash in your torso that rhino gave you. The cut was deep enough to go through your suit. “Shit,” he curses, his spandex-clad hands red from your wound.

You croak, unable to form words as a burning sensation aches throughout your body. You were laid against an Oscorp shipping container, suddenly thankful to the large parking lot full of them for giving you cover.

“It’s okay,” he says, his shaky voice attempting to console you as rhino roars, chucking a crate into the air, “I-I’ll get you out of here. He sets his arms under you, looking for the best position to lift from without causing pain.

“You can’t,” you stammer, knowing it'd be impossible for him to fight while carrying you.

He ignores you, shooting a web at the nearest building. He wasn’t giving up just yet; all he needed was to get you somewhere safe then he could finish off rhino and scorpion.

The two of you rise into the air when scorpion slices the web with his stinger, causing Peter to lose his grip and drop you.

The windows of the buildings beside you turn into a blur as you plummet, but when you lock eyes with Peter, everything feels much slower. You can finally breathe, now noticing the scratched fabric of his suit and the way his hair stuck out despite him wearing a mask. You wonder if you look that battered, but your thoughts are interrupted when you reach the bottom of the building, landing into rhino’s horn which pierces through your chest.

“NO!” Peter yells, his voice deafening as he webs scorpion to a pole then jumps down to the parking lot where you are.

Rhino lowers his head, dropping your lifeless body, then running toward Peter who jumps out of the way, causing him to run into a large shipping container, trapping his horn and allowing Peter a chance to web him down.

Once he’s finished, he runs back to you.

“Y/n,” he calls, lifting you up so that your head is leaning against his chest while his shaky hands hover over the hole in yours.

When you fail to respond, he leans his head against you, praying for a heartbeat. “Please,” he whispers, tears streaming down his face under his mask. He waits a while longer until realization sets in: you’re gone and this is exactly what he was afraid of.

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a/n: don’t repost! also, thank u j. cole for giving me this title

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lists of my favourite tom holland fanfics arranged according to topic (this post is still being updated - I am hoping to post a new fic list every day or two)

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Famous!Reader

Dad!Tom

CEO!Tom

Enemies To Lovers

Friends To Lovers

Angst

Mob!Tom

Friends With Benefits

Singer!Reader

Peter Parker Favourites

Bodyguard!Tom

Teacher!Tom

Social Media Fics

Fake Dating

Sub!Tom

Frat!Tom

Boxer!Tom

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making out with peter

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warnings: some suggestive content, teenagers making out and being stupid.

first of all,,

he can’t even focus for the gif

Your Power

his eyes!! so precious 

anyways

you two are the definition of a sheepish, bashful mess

it first happened when you were over at his place for a movie night

may just left to go grab dinner

and he scooted closer to you, stealing glances every now and then

you’d feel his thumb grazing your hand

“hey y/n, w-would you mind if i kissed you?”

“peter, we’ve been dating for four months. why do you keep on asking?” you’d chuckle, leaning in

but let me spill the tea

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Only Need 10 ¬ Andrew G.

Kinktober Surprise Addition Plot - Before going onto a talk show to promote your new film, Andrew decides to help you warm up Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only} Pairing - Andrew Garfield x Actress!Fem!reader Notes/Warnings - Quickie, fwb relationship to maybe more, oral (Fem receiving) for a second, choking, unprotected sex (dont be stupid like them irl), creampie, mirror. Word Count - 1k

Gliding a final coat of lip-gloss onto your puckered lips, you inspect your makeup for a fleeting moment before a sharp knock on the door pulls you away.

"Come in"

The familiar face of you co-star strutting through the doorway catches your attention in the mirror. His normally messy hair was perfectly tamed, a crisp button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves accentuated his lean arms. Andrew was an attractive man on a usual basis but now, he was dangerously handsome and worst of all, he knew it.

Placing a teasing hand on your shoulder, his fingertips begin to trace your exposed collarbone, sending tingles throughout your body. The smirk plastered on his face was one you knew all too well, he wanted some relief.

This arrangement the both of you had was started on a drunken evening whilst filming. Wine was poured, clothes were discarded and pleasure was the main focus. From then, you and the brunette had a co-stars with benefits arrangement and often, there were times where you couldn't resist even when you should.

"Andrew, we are literally in a dressing room and going on live television in 15 minutes!"

Dragging his fingers carefully up your exposed neck, he wrap his veiny hand against your neck before bringing his lips down to your ear, "Good thing I only need 10." And with that, he had you.

Rising from the chair with such speed, the velvety seat fell with a thud before being pushed out of the way. Andrew drank in your appearance, as if deciding which part to divulge in first. Eyes landing on your lips before slamming his own mouth with your lip-gloss coated one. A clash of tongues and lips as his hands worked down your body to grab the ends of your dress, raising it inch by inch until finally, your exposed cunt was revealed.

Letting a groan at your lack of panties, "God, I love dresses where you can't wear anything underneath. Truly heaven sent."

Dropping to his knees, you feel delicate kisses being placed against your inner thigh causing you to tense with anticipation. The warmth of his tongue against your aching clit sent waves of pleasure flooding to your wettening core as you reached to grab tuffs of his hair. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips as Andrew quickened his pace, flickering his tongue against your clit as making you fall a part in ways he has before.

Gently slipping a single digit into your tight hole, he momentarily stops to speak, causing you to groan at the lack of stimulation. "Fuck, you taste so good. Could be done here for hours but I need to be in this tight pussy of yours." Feeling you clench around his finger at those words, he places a fleeting kiss on your throbbing clit before standing up to take your lips back in his.

Andrew moves his attention to your exposed neck, with an array of kisses and delicate bites. Whimpering for more, you begin to busy your hands with undoing his belt. Finally, his aching cock was free from its constraints and was begging to be inside of your glistening core.

"Still think you can make me cum in time?"

Without responding to your teasing jest, the actor spins you to face the mirror as he impales you from behind. His length filling you so deliciously that you couldn't contain the string of moans tumbling from your mouth as he starts pounding into you with a dangerous pace.

"That's it. You always take me so well and look so pretty whilst do it." Gripping your jaw, he forces your face to watch yourself in the mirror. "Watch as I ruin you."

The scene the mirror displayed was filthy. Andrew's eyes taken with storms of lust as his faces contorts into moments of pleasure mixed with his cockiness of your need for him. As the lanky man thrusted into you at such as rapid pace, you took in your own appearance. Pupils blown with lust, gentle marks decorating your neck and lip-gloss smeared across your lips.

Feeling your pleasure build up as your orgasm threatens to erupt. Unconsciously you clench around him, bringing him closer to his own climax. Staggered pants emit from the Brit's lips as you feel his thrusts start to weaken and become more sporadic.

Wrapping a tight hand across your throat, your eyes connect with his in the mirror. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum with me?"

"Fuck, yes. Yes, I'm gonna cum"

As if your words gave him a boost, he rammed into you with a vigorous pace causing your orgasm to flood over you in an explosion of pleasure. Chants of his name mixed with unfinished moans acted as his final motive, pushing deeply inside of you before letting his own high out. Your soaking cunt milked his throbbing cock as the two of you heard the studio bell ring, alerting everyone that they had 60 seconds till the show started.

Slipping his softening length out, he watched as a small stream of his seed trailed down your plump pussy and down your thigh. Through his exhausted breaths, he smirked at the sight of you. He ruined you in 10 minutes.

As you tried to quickly regain yourselves and attempt to look presentable, you realised that Andrew's marks on your neck hadn't been as inconspicuous as you thought.

"Really? You just had to leave hickies?"

"Yeah, a beautiful neck like yours should be decorated"

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you can't help but notice the heat rising to your cheeks. Carefully reapplying your lip-gloss, you feel Andrew's hands snake around your waist.

"Is it bad that I'm happy you are about to go on National TV with hickies on your neck and my cum leaking out of you?"

You felt butterflies at his admission but deciding to taunt him, you placed a short kiss onto his lips before answering, "Not a bad thing but I think it means you like me more than you let on."

Walking towards the stage, you glance back at the actor who was left stumped at your statement and with the thoughts of his feelings clouding his mind. Who knows, maybe co-stars with benefits might actually become co-stars turned lovers.