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babyflorencee · 4 months

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P.s I love you

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

It was around midnight and I was sitting down at my desk, trying to complete my English paper that's due in the morning. I was finishing up the 3rd paragraph when I heard the sound of light tapping noises on my window. Knowing it was most likely my boyfriend Peter, I got up and walked over to the window, opening it for him.

When I pulled back the drapes, a light gasp escaped my mouth at the sight that was in-front of me. Peter was in his spiderman suit, which was littered with rips and stains. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and his entire body was stained with what I believe, and in the back of my mind, what I hoped, was his own blood.

I quickly unlocked the window, helping him in. "What the hell happened to you?" I whisper shouted.

He lifted his right leg over, stumbling into my room. I quickly grabbed onto his arm, trying to help him stabilize. I dragged him over to my bed, kneeling down in front of his legs, to examine his current state.

He had his head down, trying to not make eye contact with me. I let out a huff of annoyance as I got up from my kneeling position, "Wait here," I said, leaving my room so I could get some supplies.

Once I came back, he was sitting down on my bed, with the top of his suit off, revealing his toned abs. I walked over towards him, crouching down, giving him my best disappointed look. "Look—" He started, but I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it."

Was that a little harsh? Yes, yes, it was.

But in my defense, he promised me that he'd take a break from fighting today, since he was already badly injured from a fight he had lost a few days ago. It hasn't even been 4 hours and he has already broken his promise.

Once I finished cleaning the blood off his face and chest, I left the room once again to dump out the blood-soaked water and to wash my hands. "Y/n, please don't be mad at me," Peter said, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

I ignored him, walking over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt, which originally belong to Peter. I tossed it at him, sitting down at my desk so I could finish my essay.

A couple minutes go by and I hear him shuffling around. I assume, so he could change out of his suit. "Y/n—" He whined, hugging me from behind, and sticking his head into my neck.

"What?" I replied, harshly.

He spun my chair around so I was facing him. "I'm sorry," he said, taking my face into his hands and pressing a light kiss to my lips.

"Please forgive me?"

"Fine, but you better not show up at my window tomorrow all bloody," I said, pointing my index finger at him and giving him a jokingly stern look.

"yes ma'am," he laughed, pressing another kiss to my lips.

"Can we cuddle now?" He opened his arms wide, giving me a goofy smile.

I laughed at his expression. "I got to finish this." I said, showing him my computer.

"I'll do it for you if we can cuddle right now." He offered, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," I gave in, knowing that if he did my assignment, I would most likely get a higher grade on the paper than I would if I did it.

I stood up from my chair to be immediately thrown over his shoulder. He walked over towards my bed, throwing me harshly on it before he got in as well, laying down on top of me and burying his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling me a little. "Good night Petey," I said.

He took his head out of my neck, giving me a disgusted look, making me laugh once again at his face expression. "Night," He mumbled, falling asleep on me.

*** The next morning, I woke up to be greeted by an empty bed. I groaned, sitting up as I looked at the clock. A small gasp escaped my lips when I realized that I was about to be late for school. I got up, sloppily putting on my outfit, before walking over towards my desk, praying that Peter hadn't forgotten to do the assignment. I scrolled down, feeling my heart flutter at what he had written. Not only did he finish my paper, but he also wrote a brief note at the bottom.

'Sorry, I had to leave. I didn't want to deal with Aunt May. Meet me under the bleacher at lunch. PS. I love you.'

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Never a Dull Moment

NAVIGATION

Pairing: sub!peter x reader

Warnings: oral; male receiving, constant teasing of pbp because he's so adorable I can't, and typos because i won't proof read until I'm fully awake

Request: i sound like a pervert but, can i request Parker with a S/O who just really enjoys his ass or being a pervert in general? like, slapping it or make inappropriate jokes bout it in front of the avengers or public in general, how he would respond to them?💀 general neutral is okay ano! and fluff + crack with slight smut? thank you!

Synopsis: You've spent the whole evening getting Peter worked up and decide to take care of him in the middle of dinner.

a/n: um...I need sleep. also, it's all consensual and ya'll are 18+ cuz you have your own apartment together and all that shit

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Peter Parker was quite frankly the most attractive person ever. Calling him your boyfriend gave you a little leeway. You took every opportunity you could to touch him or make an inappropriate remark. He never told you to stop or said he didn’t like it, just blushed or gave you a meek smile.

You walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment to find Peter unloading the dishwasher, a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Hi,” you reached your arms around him from behind and held him against you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he continued doing his task with you holding him.

“You ready to go soon?” You slowly slid your hand down his shirt that covered his toned abdomen and to the front of his pants.

It’s been a few months since you’ve seen Ned or MJ so you and Peter were going out to dinner with them this evening.

“I-“ his breath hitched when you applied more pressure, “I have to get- um…my shoes on,”

“Okay,” you rubbed up and down his crotch until you felt him get hard, quiet curse words falling from his lips, “I’ll grab your shoes,”

You removed your hand, kissed his cheek, and left to get his footwear. There he was, putting one last plate away with a boner. You brought his shoes back to him and watched him bend over to put them on. You started walking to the door and slapped his ass on the way.

“Y/n,” he stood up and frantically looked you up and down.

“Yes, Peter?” You gave him a big grin while throwing on your coat.

“P- please,” he walked over to you and pulled your hips flush with his, his dick hard against you.

“We’re going to be late, let’s go,” removed his hands from your torso before grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door, several whines leaving his lips.

The entire cab ride over to the restaurant was spent with your hand running up and down his thigh. Each time you got closer to where he wanted, you took it away.

When you got inside, he made an effort to keep you near and in front of him. You turned around and leaned close to his ear.

“If you keep trying to hide it, it will never go away,” your voice was sultry and only turned him on more.

He quickly nodded, a dark blush on his cheeks. You slid your hand down his lower back to his ass, squeezing a little and fully aware of how busy the restaurant was. People’s eyes were all over as you followed the server to your table where Ned was already waiting.

Peter’s boner and your firm grip on his backside were probably not family-friendly but you didn’t care. You’re just claiming what’s yours. And Peter’s going along with it like a good boy.

By the time you got to the table and sat down, you weren’t sure if you had seen Peter’s cheeks redder. His other cheeks definitely have been.

“Never a dull moment with you two, as usual,” Ned said when you greeted each other.

“He’s been hard since we left,” you quipped before taking a sip of water from the cups Ned must have ordered earlier.

Both pairs of eyes at the table with you widened and you thought Peter might choke on air.

“Since you lef-“ “Forget it,” Peter stopped the conversation from going any further and you shrugged when you felt his eyes burning holes in the side of your hide.

You pulled out your phone and saw MJ had texted you.

“MJ’s running late, she said to go ahead and order her cheese ravioli,” Ned nodded, letting out a small chuckle.

“What’s new?” His tone was sarcastic, making you both laugh while Peter was too focused on the feeling in his pants to pay any attention.

“I want you to order by yourself,” you whispered in Peter’s ear, a frown appearing on his face.

“But-“

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and he immediately shut his mouth.

A few minutes later, the server came over and Ned ordered for himself and MJ before you ordered for yourself. Maybe it was a little mean to have Peter order his own food because normally you would do it for him, but you had a plan.

He took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the menu.

“I’ll h- have spaghetti,” he said quietly.

“Pardon?” The server stepped a little closer to try and hear him better.

“I- um,” Peter turned to you but you didn’t provide any help, “spaghetti, please,”

Your server wrote it down and took your menus before making his way to the next table.

“Why- you know I don’t like that,” Peter kept his head down, embarrassed.

You leaned down close to him, you didn’t want Ned to hear everything.

“I’m gonna suck your cock, you did so good,” your voice low and your hand running over his crotch, “go wait in the bathroom,”

He kept his head down so Ned couldn’t see his beet-red cheeks, before quickly excusing himself.

“Is he alright?” Ned asked, watching Peter speed walk to the bathroom and almost fall on a table in the process.

“He just needs to take care of something,” you smiled and checked your phone, “MJ’s here, I’ll go grab her,”

“Sounds good,” Ned was pretty aware of what Peter was doing and what you were probably going to do.

You spotted MJ walking in when you got to the entrance. You greeted her and gave her a quick hug, then pointed to your table across the restaurant where Ned was patiently waiting.

“I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right there,”

“Okay,” MJ walked over to the table, giving Ned a confused look

“Hey dude, where’s Peter?” “Bathroom…Y/n?”

“Bathroom- they’re definitely-,”

“Yep,”

Yes, your friends are spot on. Thank god for the singular bathrooms or what you’re “definitely” about to do would rather difficult. Actually making him keep quiet might have been fun…

You reached your hand down to Peter's belt, quickly undoing it without taking your lips off of his. He moaned into the kiss as you pulled down his pants and boxers. Your knees met the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

“So pretty,” you stoked his shaft and looked up at him, your eyes full of lust, “and hard. Who made you this hard, pretty boy?”

He was already shallow of breath and you hadn’t even done anything.

“You,” he whimpered as you placed an open-mouth kiss on his tip.

“And you did so well, ordering for yourself, I’m so proud of you,” you praised, then took him in your mouth without warning, his breath hitching at the sudden contact.

His dick hit the back of your throat and he finally got the sensation he needed all night. You knew what you were doing when you got him all worked up before you left. You placed your hands on bare hips to keep him pressed against the wall.

“Your mouth feels so- fuck- so good,” he moaned while you continued sucking him off.

You made eye contact with him as you repeatedly gagged, watching his mouth fall into an “o” shape. You wrapped a hand around his balls, kneading slightly while he squeezed his eyes shut. He was close, you could tell and you couldn’t blame him after all the teasing you did.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said breathily and you took your mouth from his dick, keeping a steady motion with your hand on it still, “please let me cum, p- please,”

“Good boy, you can cum,” you grabbed some toilet paper quickly and brought it to his tip.

His face contorted and let out a loud moan as he released, an intense orgasm washing over him. You wiped him off a little before throwing away the used paper. He caught his breath and you tried fixing up your hair and overall appearance in the mirror.

You figured he was still pretty out of it so you helped put his boxers and pants back on, a timid thank you leaving his lips.

“We can’t be in here much longer,” you kissed his cheek before buckling his belt for him.

“Yeah, okay- my hair,” he looked at it in the mirror and you fixed a few pieces that had fallen out of place, otherwise, he looked perfect.

“Ready?” “Ready,”

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“I’m surprised the food’s not here yet after you took so long,” MJ said as you and Peter sat down at the table.

“How are you?” Peter asked, changing the subject.

“I’m alright, you guys?”

“Well, Peter’s doing the great after that,” Ned and MJ chuckled while you stifled a laugh.

Peter looked at his lap to avoid everyone’s eyes on him.

“You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago, were you?” You teased and put your hand back on his thigh and the other’s laughed, “I’ll make sure you aren’t when we get home either,”

He looked up at you, mouth agape and pants tightening once again. What fun it will be.

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Taglist: @avengersbitch @criminalyetminimal @quaksonhehe @tayyx @marthakookie @t-bag2 @stefans-wife

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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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MARVEL MASTERLIST

This is my marvel masterlist! More stories and things will be added over time ofc. Feel free to request anything! :))

♡ - fluff

◘ - angst

✎ - requested

Strikethrough - currently writing

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Peter Parker -

one shots

♡◘ More Than a Crush: your boyfriend cheats on you and your best friend, Peter, comforts you through it and it ends with cheesy love confessions.

♡◘ Shot of Espresso: LOTS OF NWH SPOILERS, EVEN IN THIS SUMMARY. a one-shot taking place after NWH events. After months of being alone and forgotten he meets the reader, Y/N, and she’s like the sun as a person. Warm and bright. He has gone through so much and suffered so much loss and he’s only sixteen. It’s only fair that he finds some light.

series

♡◘ As the world caves in - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

hc's

♡ Tobey's Peter Crush Hc's

Bucky Barnes -

coming soon

Loki Laufeyson -

blurbs

♡ Mrs. Magic - loki takes her female form for the first time since the two of you have been together

✎♡ Rom-Com - butch!loki x femme!reader fluffy blurb

✎♡ Oh, how you love her - fem!loki x slight bimbo!reader fluff blurb

Michelle Jones -

coming soon

Wanda Maximoff -

coming soon

Pietro Maximoff -

♡ Lumea Mea - pietro always makes you feel like the luckiest person alive, even if he won’t tell you exactly what he’s saying

✎♡ Four Seconds - after a long mission reader is exhausted and ends up passing out.

Natasha Romanoff -

coming soon

Yelena Belova -

♡ Is your refrigerator running? - you and Yelena being a comedic duo on movie night and annoying the shit out of everyone else

Bruce Banner -

coming soon

Carol Danvers -

coming soon

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Events

Our First Valentines - Valentines 2022 marvel headcanons

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lostparker · 5 years

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“i’ve got you.” p.p oneshot

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: when you’ve worked yourself too hard one night the roles reverse and its peter parker taking care of you for once.

warnings: i dont think there are any, this is just fluff

words: 1,685

A/N: i was feeling cute and wanted to write something fluffy and this idea just popped into my head. feedback as always is appreciated. i’m kind of nervous about this one cause i’ve not really done anything like this before.

note - this does NOT contain ffh spoilers

my masterlist

When Peter pulled himself through your window it was way past 1am. Tonight was luckily one of the nights he’d come back from his patrols unscathed and not requiring your help to patch him up. He’d sent you a quick message about an hour earlier to let you know he was okay but was still going to stop by. You hadn’t replied and he was expecting to find you already sound asleep in bed but instead, he found you cross-legged on your bed, textbooks open and spread around you.

Peter took a mental note of how cozy your room looked. Fairy lights hung from the wall above your bed illuminating everything in a soft golden glow. Pictures of you and him were scattered among those of you and your friends, his eyes even landed on one of him in his suit posing stupidly, carefully hidden behind a couple of polaroids. The room always smelt light and airy, partly because you always had your window open for him but also because of the calming scent of the candle you had burning on your bedside table.

You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Your phone lay abandoned on the other side of the room, explaining the unanswered text message. There was a gentle hum of music flowing out through your open laptop which danced through your room and concealed your huffs of frustration at whatever you were reading. It was clearly not making sense to your no doubt sleep-deprived brain. He wondered how long you’d been sitting in your hunched position.

Peter let his eyes wander over you, still with your head in a textbook. He noticed how goosebumps were evident on your thighs but from the looks of the concentration etched into your features the cold wasn’t the only thing you hadn’t noticed. You still hadn’t acknowledged him yet. He didn’t want to scare you, but if he didn’t make his presence known soon he knew it would look really creepy. So, he stepped forward, hoping you’d notice him. When that didn’t work he cleared his throat.

Still… Nothing.

You didn’t look up from your textbook. Too focused on whatever words were clearly not making sense on the page in front of you. Peter took another step forward. He gently touched the hand that was resting on the top of the textbook keeping it open. When you finally noticed Peter, still in his red and blue suit and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t glad to see him. You were happy to have something to focus on that wasn’t the nonsense ramblings of the textbook. You were even happier that something was Peter.

“Peter…” You whispered, not realising how gravely your voice would be from hours of silence. Your head was still fuzzy from trying to retain the information you knew wouldn’t be there in the morning. No matter how much you tried to hold on to it.

“Hey…” he copied your gentle and quiet tone. Sitting carefully beside you so he didn’t crush any paper. “What are you still doing up.” He brushed some hair out of your face, resting his hand gently on your cheek. You nuzzled into its warmth, letting out a shaky breath.

“Um…” Your eyes landed on the clock on the wall over Peter’s shoulder, you hadn’t realised how late it was and because of how hard you’d been studying your brain wasn’t working fast enough to come up with a good explanation or at least a plausible lie. Peter just sighed. “Let me take care of you? Please.” You wanted to tell him that you were okay but him taking care of you sounded exactly like what you needed right now.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked, moving the textbook out of your hands and onto the floor, shifting slightly as he began clearing the other books off your bed and stacking them in a neat pile next to your bed. You knew you should have protested because you really needed to study but you were exhausted and there was no fight in you.

“No…” You answered honestly. Watching as Peters face twisted in concern. You didn’t want to tell him how you’d lost track of time and had barely even taken a break to go to the bathroom. You knew he’d just worry about you taking care of yourself and he already had so much to worry about. You didn’t want to add to it.

“Okay, let me get you something.” He muttered, not annoyed, just simply wanting to help you. You tried shaking your head, wanting to tell him that you were okay but your stomach grumbled in perfect unison to his offer and that was all the confirmation he needed. You didn't even have the chance to stop him because before you knew it he was up and heading to your door.

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered as he snuck out of your room and headed towards the kitchen. Determined to make you something before he tucked you into bed. He scanned the room, looking for something easy that he could feed you. He settled on cereal. It was a quick and easy option and there was no chance he could burn down the house with that particular choice.

When he got back to your room he saw that you were slumped slightly and resting against your wall. Your eyes were fluttering closed with the heaviness of sleep and Peter wanted to do nothing more than to just snuggle you in his arms and let sleep consume you but he knew you needed to eat something first. When he sat down on the bed, a bowl of cereal in hand it caused you to sit up slightly, blinking harshly in an attempt to banish sleep.

“It’s okay, I got you.” Peter whispered as he gestured for you to open your mouth before he lifted the spoon careful not to spill any on your bed or you. He proceeded to feed you until the bowl was empty and when he set it down on your desk he turned back to you. His face was calm, with nothing but care and adoration to be found in his eyes.

“Want me to help you get ready for bed?” His asked, eyes scanning your face for an answer and when he noticed the little nod of consent he carefully picked you up in his arms bridal style. It caused you to let out a gasp and interlock your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom.

He sat you on the sink and began running a flannel under the lukewarm water before handing it to you so you could wash face. Once he’d helped with that he lifted you off the sink and helped you brush your teeth before picking up your brush from the cabinet and running it through your hair a couple times to remove any knots. The action itself caused you to close your eyes and almost lulled you to sleep.

When he was done you tried insisting that you could walk back to your bed but Peter ignored you and picked you up in his arms again. Which if you were honest you were thankful for you were so tired you doubted if you’d have actually made it to the bed or if you would have just ended up passed out on the floor.

One thing you weren’t sure of was if it was the softness Peter was exhibiting or the utter exhaustion you were feeling but you didn’t at any point even protest him taking care of you. Usually, you didn’t rely on him so heavily and you’d never had him take care of you like this. It was usually the other way around, with you being the one he came to when he needed help. You were proud of being as independent as you were but tonight in Peters' arms as he looked after your every need you couldn’t help but just let go.

He lay you down so gently, leaving enough room for him to slot in beside you and wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into him so your head was resting on his chest and his hands trailed aimless patterns across your back. Your breathing fell into rhythm with his as your limbs intertwined and you could hear the steady beat of his heart in your left ear. You’d never felt safer than when you were in Peters' arms. Tonight was no exception.

“Hey, I love you, you know that?” Peter mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I do. You know I love you too.” You murmured as you tiled your head up, your sleepy eyes connecting with his that sparkled in the reflection of the fairy lights.

“I know, I was just making sure you knew.” He whispered as his eyes danced over your features, taking in your dark under eye circles. You hummed something in response but the words were barely audible and Peter wasn’t sure he even heard them.

“I’m never going to stop reminding you.” He chuckled lightly under you. Knowing full well if you’d been more conscious you would have rolled your eyes at how sickly sweet he was being. “I will never not love you, I will never not care for you, I will never not look after you.”

His words were the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes and let exhaustion engulf you, feeling secure knowing that Peter would be there in the morning when you woke up and you could tell him how grateful you were for him taking care of you tonight. When you were awake you would tell him how much you loved him and how much he meant to you. But right now you were snoring lightly. Peter looked down at your face, vowing he’d take care of you whenever you needed him too. Just as you’d done for him on so many occasions.

“I’ve got you.”

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sslytheringhufflepufff · 4 years

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Hello!!

Hi everyone! I just started working on some character x Readers stories, I love making them, currently making some more Draco Malfoy x Plus Size and Fred Weasly x Plus Size since I know there is not many out there. I would love to take some requests of any character really (If I don’t know who they are which is weird because I've watched a lot of series and movies, ill look them up and gather enough info on them to make the story as precise as possible!) you can send in request of anything (Smut, Fluff, Sad, happy really anything) I also create some of my stories based off songs that come to mind that I think would make a good addition to the plot.

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xoluvx · 5 years

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I love your writing! Could you please do a dom!peter smut? maybe him using his super strength? thanks!

One eternity later. Oops, I really hope you like it, though & thank you for loving my writing! This went a little more soft dom!peter, but I actually really like it. ♡

Peter Parker x Reader (smut)

Peter slammed the door to the bedroom causing you to shake. Literally. His super strength was no joke. You dropped your book to the side, eyes searching your fuming boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” You questioned knowing he was not okay. You scrambled to your feet making your way over to him.

He pushed the spider on his chest letting the suit pool around his ankles. He stepped out of it, hands in fists over his eyes. This was one of the harder parts of having a superhero boyfriend. The times when he didn’t catch the bad guy and he came home to you with a crushed soul.

But you knew exactly how to make him forgot about it.

“I’ll run you a bath, baby.” You whispered reaching up to touch his damp curls, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. You felt his head nod before making your way to the bathroom.

The door creaked, your feet pattering on the cold tile. You turned on the water, testing for the perfect temperature knowing Peter loved warm baths after a rough night.

Satisfied with the temperature, you let the water run. You were about to turn around when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. The initial motion caused you to jump, hand clutching your chest.

Peter nuzzled into your neck, your body relaxing under his touch. His lips placed wet kisses on your neck, your shoulder before lightly sucking on the soft spot under your ear. His teeth brushed on your skin, sending chills down your body.

“The water is going to overflow,” you moaned hand reaching behind you to tug on his curls. Your head tilting to the side giving him further access. Peter bit your ear then soothed the spot with his tongue.

His hand reached out to the knob turning off the water bringing your body down with his. Your stomach hit the cold marble of the tub. Your knees scrapped against the mat. Peter was hunched over you, his lips never once leaving your neck.

Your legs shook under the pressure of his body. You felt one of his hands brushing down your thigh before dragging up towards the hem of your sleep shorts pulling at them roughly. A throaty moan escaped your lips, your eyes shut closed knowing exactly what was happening.

His erection was pressed against your ass, his hips drawing circles adding to the pleasure.

“I’m going to take you right here. Leaning over the tub,” he snarled biting your shoulder as your head fell back. He moved your body up against his chest, his hands running up your sides slipping off your tank top.

“No bra?” He murmured cupping your breasts. “Such a naughty girl…” he whispered bucking his hips, sending you over the edge.

“Please, Peter.” You begged feeling your knees weakening and bruising from being in that position.

You felt a tug on your hair, your head falling further on to his chest. You heard the tearing of your shorts. The fabric falling to the ground in shreds. That damn super strength. You’d lost count how many times he’d literally ripped your clothes.

“No panties either?” Peter growled. His fingers grazed the soft skin between your thighs before disappearing. “You were ready for me, huh?” You nodded viciously while he pressed his lips on your neck.

You felt him shift his weight removing his boxers before holding you back in the position you’d been before. The tip of his cock teased your entrance. You felt his arms shake as he held a hand on your shoulder holding you up against the tub. Your ribs sunk into the marble rim of the tub, but the pleasure outweighed the pain.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He asked pushing the head of his cock into your entrance before pulling out leaving you clenching.

You nodded biting on your lower lip. Peter brought his hand down from your shoulder to slap your ass. “Use your words,” he demanded bringing his hand down once again. You clenches around nothing wanting me. Needing more.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me,” you begged feeling his tip run up and down your folds. Peter smirked feeling your body jerk wanting to feel him.

He leaned over your body, cock pressed against your back. He brushed the hair from your face pressing his lips against your cheek. “Let me know if you want to stop,” his previously demanding voice was now sweet. “If gets to be too much, just stop me baby.” He pressed his lips against your cheek as you nodded moving your ass signaling that you want more.

When he had a rough day, you both had rough sex. And you loved it. Peter was a gentle lover the majority of the time and you also loved that. But when he released all his pent up tension it had you on another level of high. Like right now, holding you against the tub on your knees burying his dick deep inside you.

You moaned loudly feeling him hit your cervix. Your head hung low as you felt him start to move. He wasn’t gentle, like usual. He pulled out completely before slamming into you. His hips rocking, thrusts deep and hard. Skins were slapping with every one of Peter’s movements. He held your head back, arching your back, while pulling on your hair. His other hand was digging into your ass moving your body to match his thrusts.

He was so deep and you could feel your insides falling apart. Your hand reached in front of you seeking for some support while Peter continued thrusting into you. Not being able to find anything, your hand fell into the water, fingernails scrapping the floor.

Peter pulled on your hair bringing you up against his chest, his hips still thrusting. “You want me to fuck you in the tub?” He snarled lips pressed against your ear tugging at the soft flesh with his teeth.

“Please,” You begged.

He pulled out, pulling you to your feet guiding you to water. Your bodies splashed the water, settling into the tub. “You’re gonna be a good girl for m tonight?” Peter purred as he held your body over his, guiding his member towards your entrance.

You gulped, nodding your head. “Words.” Peter demanded, his husky voice making your knees weak.

“Yes, yes, Pete.” You licked your lips anticipating the pleasure.

“Good girl.” He slammed your body down, an unexpected moan escaping both yours and his lips.

“Let it all out, baby” you moaned feeling his head rest on your chest, your hands tugging at his hair.

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Backseat

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Smut

This was my first request! Enjoy❤️

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Peter was driving you home from Ned's house, one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel. "I love you" he whispered absentmindedly, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You smiled, "I love you too baby". You all had a dinner to celebrate Flash getting into law school. You wore a short black dress that had Peters mouth watering since the moment he saw you in it.

"You look beyond sexy tonight" he spoke, taking his eyes off the road to look at you again for a second. His hand inches farther up your thigh, his finger tips going beneath the hem of your dress. You bit your lip, having a feeling you knew where this was going. You spread your legs for him. Peter hummed at how compliant you were without even having to ask. He brushed two fingered against your pussy through your panties. They'd been wet since he'd hugged you from behind while you talked to MJ about some scholarship.

"I wanna fuck you so bad pretty girl" His vulgar words made your body hot. "What a coincidence, cause I wanna get fucked" You drawled out. That was all Peter needed to hear, he turned on his signal before pulling over on a near empty street. "Get in the back" he growled before making his way to the rear. You smiled, feeling the adrenaline rush through you at the thought of someone catching you. You climbed into the back as well, taking a seat on Peters lap. He crashed his lips to your with fervor. His smooth tongue dancing with yours. It was sloppy and heated.

Your dress had bunched up around your thighs, his slacks and your panties acting as a barrier between your groins. Your hips rolled against his on instinct and you gasped at the fire it sent through your core. Peter felt it too, his hands flying to your hips and his lips parting in pleasure. You rolled you hips against him again and your head fell forward as another wave of pleasure coursed through you. "Peter.." you moaned, continuing your movements. Your boyfriend just stared at you through clouded eyes before speaking, "Fuck, Y/N faster". You happily obliged, picking up the pace. Your breathe quickened at the intense feeling. You never imagined something like this could feel so good.

You let your forehead rest against Peters, grinding against him like it was the last thing you'd ever do. "I'm gonna fucking cum in my pants" Peter groaned, lifting his hips up to meet yours. You just nodded, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on your own orgasm. You could feel the beads of sweat roll down your chest as you kept humping. You called out his name as you reached your high, hips stuttering. Shutters wracked your body as a pleasant heat filled your senses. You felt wrecked as Peter kept using your body until he came as well. You stared at the dark spot that formed in his slacks.

You both sat trying to catch your breath. After a few minutes Peter attempted to climb back into the front, but his foot accidentally hit the gear , putting the car into drive. Your eyes widened when you realized the car was moving and Peter was still between the two rows. He thought quickly and shot his webs onto the brake pedal and you both sighed in relief. He then finished the climb into the front and you followed after. "Peter you do have your web dissolver right?" You asked once you realized what he had done. Peter smacked his teeth before slamming his hands against the steering wheel, and swearing to himself.

He turned to look at you with a grin. "Back to the backseat" he shrugged.

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Ugh I'm so mad I forgot to post this last night😭 Enjoy anyways! And send me requests, or just chat!!

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toms-littlegirl · 4 years

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Masterlist

Requests are open! click here to request

Fluff ❀

Angst ☁

Smut ✘

(Read the warnings if you’re easily triggered by certain Topics)

Tom Holland

Sleepy ❀

Red Carpet ☁❀

Harry Holland

Don’t leave // Part 2 ❀☁

Facetime ❀

Cuddle Time ❀

Harrison Osterfield

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas ❀

New Years Kiss ❀

Trick Shot ✘

Peter Parker

Tell me it gets easier ☁

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softscottlang · 6 years

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Reckless (Peter Parker)

summary: you and Peter are dating, but he’s always been a little reckless when it comes to being Spiderman. What happens when it’s your turn to be reckless?

Request: no

warning: angst, death and a lil fluff

word count: 1925

“How do you not have the quadratic formula memorized Y/N? That’s like basic algebra.” Peter laughed as you stared at the formula you had pulled up on google for your homework.

“Stop judging me Peter Benjamin” you said, playfully pushing the teen boy whom was leaning on your shoulder, resting his head there. You were both doing your homework, as per usual. You and Peter have been dating for over to years and had been friends longer than that.

Peter would constantly look at you with this dumb, love-stricken look in his eyes. A look that you couldn’t help but swoon over. His doe like brown eyes widening when you looked away from him, he loved looking at you, you just made him happy.

“I say we keep ourselves busy doing something else?” You asked. You knew that Peter was too awkward to be straight up with what he wanted to do with you physically, so you basically initiated everything. He gave a nervous grin before leaning in, your lips attaching in no time at all. Peter’s lips were so soft and filled with passion and love. His kiss was intoxicating, leaving you desperate for more.

You gripped the fabric of Peter’s shirt and leaned back onto the floor, pulling him down on top of you. He balanced his body between your legs and with his elbows on each side of your head. Neither of you wanted to stop, mouths moving in sync, the feelings of wanting over whelming you both.

“You’re so amazing Y/N,” Peter said as he pulled away, looking at you with the utmost love and compassion for you. You felt a fuzzy feeling in your stomach, a smile growing on your face. Peter saw your smile and started to bite his lip, he couldn’t help the feelings you evoked in him. He always got this light-headed feeling whenever he saw you smiling.

You felt your heart start to flutter as he came to meet your lips again, but right as he had made contact with your lips, his head was flung up and pointed towards the window. You groaned on reflexs as you had known what he was thinking.

“You have to go, I know” you sighed, Peter gave you an apologetic smile before giving you a swift kiss on the lips. “Get out of here Spidey-senses.” You said before pushing him off of you.

Dating a superhero was frustrating, it was like Peter would purposely put himself in danger when it wasn’t needed. You knew that he was just being the reckless teen that he was, any teen in his situation would be. You always knew when he was going to do something that could potentially harm him but the quick text he would send you saying, ‘I love you’. If it had been the two of you in a different situation, those words would bring a smile to your face, but instead they brought a heavy pit of anxiety and fear.

“I picked up some larb for dinner” You heard May say when she walked into the apartment, even before you and Peter had started dating, May started to just assume that you would be there when she got home each night. “Where’s Peter?”

“Ned had his notes for Calculus and he’s freaking out about the homework assignment.” You easily lied to the older female in the room. In all actuality, he was out trying to stop a bank robbery that was happening. This had become the normal, you lying to May when you knew that it was wrong, but Peter didn’t want her to know yet, so you respected that.

“He’s such a responsible young man.” May said putting her things down in their respective places.

“You have no idea.” You scoffed.

May had turned the television on as you went to sit next to her on the couch, take out box and fork in hand. The news was quickly flipped on and you saw that the president had passed some law after making yet another racist joke on twitter. You rolled your eyes and stuffed your mouth full of food, contently sitting with your second mother figure that was next to you.

Then the television changed suddenly, a breaking news broadcast had interrupted the daily news, causing you to sit up in curiosity. You could see the cameras were focused on a brick building, one that you recognized. There were people screaming, run around vigorously, some shouting the names of their loved ones that they couldn’t find. It was the apartment building that your parents lived in, the one you grew up in.

You saw your neighbor, Dana, a silver haired woman whom would always give you cookies growing up, being helped by a paramedic. You saw the little boy you used to babysit, Ethan, walking around with his teddy bear, a terrified expression on his face. You saw many people from your building, but you didn’t see your family.

The headline on the television read “Local apartment building on fire: residents trapped” You felt your heart pounding in your toes, before you knew what you were doing, the living room door was slamming behind you and your feet were bouncing off the pavement of the side walk. Carrying you towards the chaos, nothing was running through your mind except for getting there for your family.

Your bones bent, muscles ached but you didn’t care, you needed to know that they were all okay. They needed to be okay. You pushed yourself further than you had ever thought was possible, everything in your body was begging you to stop but the tears in your eyes were throwing you forward.

“Oh my gosh.” You exclaimed as you reached the apartment building, people were screaming, women and men were crying. You found your little brother sitting by himself, tears streaming down his young face. “Patrick, are you okay? Where are mom and dad?”

“I don’t know, th-th-they just disappeared. They told me to keep running.” You held the young boy in your arms and rubbed his hair, trying to comfort him.

“I’m going to find them. I love you.” You said before handing him off to your neighbor Dana. You knew from the pit in your stomach that something was going to happen. You quickly sent a text to Peter and ran towards the burning building, your heart pounding. It reminded you of the pounding that Peter made your heart feel when he was near you, but you quickly shook the thought away.

The building was sizzling and collapsing all around you once you had entered it. When you started towards the stairs, seeing as you lived on the third floor. You heard a creaking from above you, you quickly looked up. A piece of the ceiling was hurling towards you, in shock, your body was unable to move. You accepted your fate, that this would be the end, but the end never came. Instead you heard a sound and saw a blue and red streak sling by.

“Y/N, get out of here!” The Spider suit screamed out you.

“Did you get my text?” you said calmly. Something very out of character for you.

“No, I’ve been trying to stop a bank heist and save people from a fire, ya know? Now babe, please get out.” He practically begged, making your heart hurt more than it already was.

“I can’t, my parents…” you drifted off. Peter knew the importance of family, having lost his own parents less than two years before. “I have to find them.” You replied before walking back towards the steps. You climbed them rapidly, in a hurry to leave. You could hear Peter following you, webbing everything that dared fall remotely close to you.

“MOM, DAD.” You had arrived at your doorway. The door was knocked in and collapsed, you quickly ran through it and looked into the living room. No one was there, not the living room, the bedrooms or any of the bathrooms. You saw out of the window towards the kitchen, fog making it hard to decipher anything. You let out a suffocating cough before looking out of the window. You saw Dana and Patrick, but to your surprise you also saw your mom and dad comforting him.

You felt the weight in your chest lift up and your head become dizzy. You quickly turned around, “Peter, they’re down there, they’re saf-“your foot slid from underneath you as lost your footing on the ground, you landed hard on the floor, causing it to give out from under you.

It felt like when a roller coaster train came just a little bit off of the tracks and you couldn’t scream or move. You were just stuck there. You could see Spiderman trying to web you before you fell to the ground. But all you heard was white sound and you focused on the blue and red suit that was in front of you.

But that was falling, landing, now that was something else. Landing was like being hurled in the opposite direction. You felt your fear start to fade into your thoughts, a knot forming in your stomach. You felt a sudden pain in your chest, it was a stinging sensation you had never experienced before. It was like your chest had been split into two pieces.

When you looked down, you saw a metal pipe sticking throw your right peck. It was enough to make you want to cry. You heard Peter trying to calm you down but the tears were streaming down your face as you stared at him, fear in your eyes.

“I’m gonna die, Peter, I’m gonna die.” You mustered the capacity to say those seven words as he shook his head, Peter had to take his mask off, the lenses were messing with his thoughts, Karen was making analysis on the fires and making his anxiety worse.

You both were in an extreme amount of shock, as the fear and panic setting in. you grabbed his hand and held it to your face.

“You’re going to be okay. I have to get you out of here.” He said before trying to pick you up. As he did, the metal pipe started to move in your chest. Causing you to scream out in pain, tears wielding in your eyes.

“Stop, please” You whimpered out. He didn’t listen, he kept trying to save you because he needed you in his life and he wasn’t going to lose you like this. “Peter stop!” you yelled as loud as you could.

He started to cry, his eyes red with fear and emotions he had experienced twice before.

“I can’t lose you. I already lost Mom and Dad and Uncle Ben, I can’t lose you Y/N. I just…” His voice broke off, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down so that he was eye level with you.

“You aren’t losing me, I’ll always be there for you. I’ll watch after you and make sure that no one has to get hurt again. Protect Queens for me Peter.” You said before feeling you eyes pull shut and everything starts to fade away. You thought about May and her larb, mom, dad and Patrick, but lastly you thought of Peter and all the happiness he had brought people.

The very last thing that crossed your mind was the text you sent Peter before rushing into the fire. It was a reckless, three-word text you had receive a million times from him.

I Love You.

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quotelover221b-blog · 5 years

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What it is, What we are or (basically a Tony Stark/Peter Parker writing prompt)

So I’m kinda new to this but I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the longest time and I would love for someone to pick it up and write it. I’ve never some this before but I’m still going to give it a try

I would also love for it to be posted on archiveofourown

Prompt:

Basically, the prompt

It’s been 4 or 5 years since the fight against Thanos and Peter Parker is now around 20 or 21. He is dealing with being the sole hero of New York and at first it was hard due to the fact the people trusted the Avengers but once they realized their heroes had abandoned them they looked towards Spiderman to be their hero of their city and now they trust him. But dealing with villains like Doc Octopus, Venom and the Green Goblin is not his only problem. His personal life is a mess as well, he has to sort through staggering student loans and with May being sick he can’t been keep up with the bills of daily life. All the while he has to deal with the abandonment of his childhood heroes, most especially Tony Stark. Now that’s another issue, when Tony left he took a piece on Peter with him. Peter wasn’t stupid or naive to think that when he and Tony one night of pleasure that they would be together, he was 17 and he was Tony Stark no way would he be with a person like Peter. So yes he was prepared for the heartbreak of loving Tony and that love not be requited at all but what he wasn’t prepared for Tony to skip town and drop him all together. Meaning dropping the internship and the promise of paying for some of the bills the Parkers had so May didn’t have to get a third job. He just left with Pepper to go to California and just stop communication all together leaving Peter to figure stuff out on his own.

Just as Peter is getting a handle on things, the Avengers show back up in New York City, including Tony. They all think they can set back up shop at the Tower thinking the years ways from the Avengers Initiative did them some good but not everybody welcomes them back. Noy only does the city not trust them but Spiderman doesn’t either. Though the team seem to be impressed with him and his accomplishments, he is not impressed with them. With their return the Avengers have to deal with a new array of villains, a city that doesn’t believe in them and a hero who doesn’t trust them. Tony also has to deal with he fact that he has a broken relationship with Pepper, see as its one of the reason he moved back to New York, and he comes the realization that he has been slowly falling in love with a certain spider who wants nothing to do with him. Will Spiderman accept the Avengers back into the city he fought so hard to protect? And will Tony and Peter come to terms with the feeling they have for one another, ( as in Tony proving his love for Peter is true and Peter learning to trust him again).

What I really want for this fanfiction/story is Peter being the badass he is from the Spectacular Spiderman and the Avengers finally seeing that as well as Tony. Yet still keeping the dynamics with everybody from the MCU. I would be cool to have some flashback of younger Peter but I really want this to be 4 or 5 years after these things all went down. I would also like to see Peter/Spiderman interact with everyone on the Avenger team I would love for this to be a well thought out story with a resolved ending of Peter and Tony being together (with some smut in there as well) and Spiderman being the iconic hero he is and being part of the Avengers.

THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO DECIDES TO PICK THIS UP!!

Please please comment in this, I would love for someone to pick this up, so feel free. I want someone to take my idea and use these principal but also make it there own. You can just post on it archiveofourown or you can leave a comment here before you post it.

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stevenrogers5-blog · 6 years

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Please.

18+ Smut

Summary: Peter and i get married in secret. Few knew and many still had to find out. But what is to happen if the wrong person finds out?

Warnings: BAD WORDS. TERRIBLE PEOPLE. SMUT!

A/N: Another dun request by @shadow-hokage !! Seriously thank you for the requests!! I hope i am doing you justice!

I walk silently down the grocery aisle, scanning the shelves for Peter and i’s apartment. Tony bought us an apartment now that we were married. He was one of the very few people we told about it. It was simple, only a handful invited, wedding. And since we were married, he wanted us to live together. And that is how i got here.

I stop in front of the pasta, grabbing a box and flipping it to read the back. I hear a few footsteps here and there as a few people past me. I place the box in cart and look up to make eye contact with Liz’s father.

“Y/N?” He says, smiling at me. I smile back.

“Hello Mr. Allen.” I say as we hug quickly.

“How have you been? Liz hasn’t talked much about you in awhile. We miss you around the place.” Liz’s dad says.

“I’ve been good. Busy. But good kind of busy.” I explain. He smiles as i bring my left hand up to push a strained of hair behind my ear. He eyes my hand as he place it down on the cart.

“That’s a pretty ring.” He pauses to make eye contact with me. “Are you and parker still together?” I gulp as i feel a little sick to my stomach. I cover my left hand.

“Thank you… Yes we are.”

“That’s a curious finger to have the ring on. Don’t many people have that there to be married? I would know.” He says, pointing to his own ring finger. I smile nervously as i rub my hand.

“I was in such a rush this morning. I must have um put my ring on the wrong finger. I have been doing that um a lot lately.” I stutter over my words, trying to cover up the meaning behind it. But he knew. Oh he knew. He smiles wickedly, only causing the sick feeling to grow.

“Liz has done that a few times. Well it was very nice to see you. I hope to see you around more often.” He says.

“I will definitely give Liz a call.” I say, praying to escape this situation. He just smiles and starts to walk away. I sigh, realizing i was even holding my breath. Keeping this a secret will be the death of me.

After i had finished the shopping, i push my cart out towards my vehicle. I unlock the car, popping the trunk. I place my items in the back and shut it tightly. I push the cart into a cart corral. I open my door and place my purse on my seat. I search for my phone, unaware to the figure sneaking up behind me.

I pull my phone out right as a massive arm wraps itself around me. I go to scream but soon a hand wraps a cloth around my mouth and nose. Holding it tightly to my face a hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear.

“Shh don’t fight me.” Liz’s dad’s voice fills my ear. I feel my eyes get heavier as my arms start to slow down. “Aight a girl.” was the last thing i heard before my head went blank and my body shut down.

Peter was sitting happily on his new bed that he assembled for us. He was very proud of his work and could not wait to show me. Thinking of me, Peter reaches for his phone to call me. He hits my number and puts the phone against his ear.

“You reached my phone. Sorry i couldn’t pick up! I’m probably busy but i will get back to you the moment i can!” My voice says as my phone goes to voicemail. He huffs as he waits for the annoying beep.

“Hey babe! Hurry home! I miss you and would love to break the bed in! I love you!” Peter says happily. He hits end and places his phone on the bed. He begins to stand from the bed but his phone starts to vibrate.

Unknown. The word was splayed across his screen, earning his curiosity. Maybe it was Mr. Stark calling from a burner phone? He did that when he wanted to check in on Peter. Ever since him and i gotten married, Tony likes to check to make sure we are liking the married life style. It made Peter happy that he cared so much. He didn’t get that feeling a lot. So it was always nice when he actually did. Peter slides answer and presses the phone to his ear.

“PETER!” My exhausted voice rings through the phone. “Please! Please don’t kill me! I did nothing wrong! PLEASE! PETER!” Peter stood, face formed into a horrific look as he heard my cries.

“Hello Mr. Parker. Here comes the bride. Unfortunately not dressed in white. Such a sad love story. Too bad it will all end soon.” A males voice took over.

“Where are you? Don’t you fucking dare hurt her! I love her!” Peter yells into the phone. The man just laughs at Peters cries.

“See you soon Spider-man.” and with that, the call ends.

“Please! I am begging you!” My hoarse voice cries out. I stand, tied to a pole in some junk yard. “Let me go-o!” I take a breath, very shaky breath. I let out another loud sob as tears rush faster and faster down my face.

“Shut up!” Liz’s dad yells in my face.

“I don't understand, why me?” I ask, the tears streaming faster.

“Because. Peter is the worst excuse of superhero. It’s time someone taught that little boy a lesson.”

“Really? I like to think i’m a pretty amazing guy.” Peter says, leaning against a pole a foot away from us. We both turn our heads to face him. Peter’s face drops looking at my beaten state. But thanks to the mask, it didn’t give away that fact that tears were forming in his eyes.

“Ahh. So he does get a hint?” Vulture says, standing up straighter.

“Please..” I say, my voice getting weaker. Peter starts to run towards us, but the Vulture was one step ahead of him. And before Peter could even get a fist thrown, he sent flying backwards. He lands loudly against the concrete floor. He breathes deeply as pain shoots up and down his back.

Peter slowly gets up, trying to refocus. Right as he turns, a flash of metal comes right for him once more. He goes flying back, flipping over himself and landing hard on his back once again. I cry out, watching helplessly as Peter groans out in pain.

“So weak.” Vulture laughs out, flying for Peter once more. But Peter ducks, rolling a little. The vulture flies up in the air, Peter sending a string of web for him. But to my dismay, he misses him. Peter lays back as the Vulture flies for him once more. He stops just above and brings his metal, bird feet down hard onto Peter’s chest.

“Agh!” Peter cries out in pain as the sharp metal sinks a little. The vulture leans down and starts punching Peter with his metal hand. Hit over and over again. Peter groaning in pain with each hit. Peter, bloody sweaty and very bruised laid there. But the Vulture had other plans.

“You are weak! Stupid! The worst excuse of a man! No one should love you! You don’t deserve that!” Vulture yells. Peter just groans in response. Vulture lays another hit to Peter’s face. Peter spits out blood. “You can’t even fight like a real hero!” He hits him again. Peter tries to fling a web in his face, but completely misses thanks to his weakened state. Vulture just laughs at him. He then starts to fly up, pulling Peter with him. “Now Peter. It’s time to end the world's suffering of you!”

Vulture is about to drop Peter but my words stop him.

“NOOOOOO” I scream out as i watch the man of my dreams floating, about to be dropped to his death. “PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! DO NOT DROP HIM! I LOVE HIM WITH ALL OF MY HEART! YOU KILL HIM, YOU’RE KILLING ME! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!” My cries echo into the dark night. Peter coughs, looking down at me. Looking at my beaten face once more was enough for adrenaline to kick in.

Peter wraps his hands around the claw, pulling it open. He goes falling to the earth, but soon launches web at the Vulture. He pulls himself back up and punches him in the face. He wraps around his body and falls back to the earth. He lands on his feet as the Vulture falls. Vulture looks up at him and just smiles.

“I guess you ha-” Peter cuts him off by punching him once more. The Vulture stands up and moves his jaw around. “Never liked you Parker. First my daughter, now Y/N.”

“Don’t you ever speak Y/N name. You do not deserve that privilege.” Peter spits his words at him. Vulture just laughs.

“I can say who’s ever name i want.” Peter starts running at him. “Y/N is better off with you!” And with that, Peter launches in the air, sending web down to wrap around the Vultures legs. He lifts him into the air and flings him. The metal hitting concrete rang loudly in my ears as i watches sparks go flying everywhere. His wings go flying off in some direction.

“Is that the best you’ve got!” Vulture calls, huffing as he tries to stand up. Peter runs to him once more, launching himself again. He lands hard on Vultures chest. Peter lays punch after punch into his face till he was a bloody mess. Peter starts to slow down as Liz’s dad stops fighting him.

“Don’t ever piss me off.” Peter says tiredly as he steps off of Liz’s dad's chest. Liz’s dad lays motionless as he tries to regain his breathing. “And don’t ever touch, think, or speak about Y/N ever again.”

Sirens start to roar as the draw nearer to the site of the fight. A few onlookers witnessed a massive flying, spark firing object in the night. It was alarming and a few people called the cops. But Peter already had me untied and wrapped around his body. I cry into his shoulder as he flings his web towards a building, taking us home.

Peter sits silently on the bathroom counter as i go searching for the first aid kit. I pull out a box and walk over to him. I place the box next to him as he spread his legs wide. I step between them and open the box. I pull out a few alcohol wipes and open their packages.

“This will sting.” I mumble as i look into his eyes. He searches mine. I press the wipe lightly to his forehead cut, Peter gasps slightly from the pain. I press a little harder, Peter cringing. He tries to sit still as i wipe the cut clean. He wraps his hands around my body as a comfort as i place the now bloody wipe on the counter. I open another packaged wipe and clean his cheek and nose cuts. He just clenches his jaw as i finish cleaning it.

“Y/N…” He mumbles as i push a bandaid to the bridge of his nose and his cheek. I leave his forehead wound to breathe and heal faster.

“Peter..” I say as i throw the wipe away and close the box.

“We are going to have to talk about what just happened.” He says as i push his arms open and step out of them. I return the first aid kit to it’s rightful place and turn to him.

‘What is there to talk about..” I mumble as i try to push back the very fresh memories.

“I can see the broken behind your eyes, Y/N.” Peter says. I sigh as i feel the tears form again. I close eyes as a single tear streams down my face.

“Please just take the pain away.” I finally say, opening my reddening eyes. Peter’s heart breaks once more. I collapse against his chest as i start to cry harder once more. Peter’s arms wrap tightly around me, his lips pressed softly to my temple.

“I love you, Y/N. Till death do us part. For better and for worst. You are my world.” Peter whispers lovingly against my forehead. I stand there crying into his chest. “Baby, please.”

“I was so scared Peter. I thought i was going to die. Then when i watched him take your body into the air. I thought you were going to die. Too much death.” I spill as i look up at him with tear soaked face.

“I know. Fuck him! Don’t let this ruin you. Us. You are so important to me. When i heard your cries, i couldn’t die knowing i would be leaving the most important person behind. You are my everything. My light. My dark. My love. My world. My happiness. You are everything and more. I love you and that this is why i put a ring on your hand.” Peter says as he grabs my face softly. He wipes a few tears away. “Please. Do not let this tear you apart. Let me help you. Let me fix this. I know time will heal. But let me start the healing process. Let me show you how much i love you. How much i would be torn if i ever lost you.”

I sniffle a little as i search his eyes. I nod my head slowly, Peter smiling sweetly. Emotions were very high. So the moment Peter pressed his lips to mine, it turned into a tornado of movement and love as he walked me back into the bedroom, not breaking our kiss. I took my shirt off, tossing it. My bra soon following afterwards. Peter’s suit soon becomes lose, him shimmying out of it. He kicks his feet out of it, leaving him in his boxers. I pull away to look at the bruises scattered around his body.

“Peter..” I mumble as i trace one close to his collarbone. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles to my bruised wrists.

“In time it will fade. The pain will dull and then disappear. But this. Us. Is forever.” Peter says after kissing my other wrist as well. He backs me against the bed. I turn and climb onto it. Peter bites his lip as he watches me reach the pillows. I turn and lay back against them. He smirks as the bed dips under his weight as he crawls towards and up my body. He presses his lips against mine, wrapping a hand under my back. He picks my body up and pulls my body to press against his. My hardening nipples press agaisnt his warm skin, a moan creeping from my throat.

Peter’s finger slip under the waistband of my leggings, ripping them fast down my legs. I gasp mostly at his strength even after such a massive fight. He laces his fingers under the band of my underwear, pulling them less harshly down my leg. He smiles as he flings them over his shoulder. I press my legs close as i try to form some friction.

“Hey now.” Peter says as he places his hands on my knees. I relax as he spreads them open. “That’s more like it.” He brings his pointer finger down and just above my sex. I squirm at the thought at how close his touch was.

“Peter..” I groan as i try to push my body closer to his one finger. How the thought of one finger touching me made me needy, wet, and ready.

“Very Needy.” Peter mumbles as he finally gives in. He runs his finger from clit to the bottom of my slit. I moan as my head rolls back into the pillows. “So wet.” He runs his finger to the top of my slit. He then dips his finger deep as my juices wrapped around it. I moan once more as he pumped it a few times to help fully lubricate me.

“Ready?” He asks as he strips himself from his boxers. I nod my head as he aligned himself with me. He sunk deeply into me, fitting perfectly. We both let out sighs of relief as he sat still as we adjusted to each other.

He gave no warning and started pounding harder and harder into me with each thrust. This was a mission he was excited to fulfil. It was to make us each feel good. Thanks to emotions being high after tonight, his anger was motivating each thrust. He pounds deeper, harder, faster till i could feel him practically hit the bottom of my stomach.

“FUCK!” Peter moans loudly as his orgasim was starting to rush him. “FUCking DAMN IT!” He cries out. I clench the bedding under me, pulling it in every direction as the knot was building in my vaginal area. “I will fuck you so ha-hard that you ca-can’t walk!!!” He grabs my knees and throws them over his shoulders as he pounds even harder.

I am a moaning mess under him. But we all know what really helps a girl go over her orgasim. Friction. On. that. Clit! So i try to push my hand down my body, reaches for my throbbing clit. Peter watches my hand, swatting it away as his thumb gets the hint. He slams it against my clit, sending my nerves into overdrive. He jerks it into a perfect figure out as he was pounding relentlessly into me.

“Peter… I-i’m going to cum!” I cry out as the sweat beads ran down the crack of my back. I lift my back up, my toes curling as my walls constricted and throbbed tightly around Peter’s cock. The squeezing siding him over his edge. He thrusts deeply into me as his semen buries itself deeply in me.

Peter pants heavily as he pulls out his soft cock. He collapses next to me, our chests heaving. Peter smiles as he pulls me closer to him. He traces simple spaces around my back as i trace them around his bruises. My eyes start to dip as sleep starts to take over my very tired body. Peter kisses softly around my face before he kisses my lips tenderly. We hold each other as the healing process starts.

“I was hoping to break this bed in.” Peter mumbles tiredly, laughing after at his comments. I laugh as well, my eyes shutting completely.

“So i heard.” I mumbled just before sleep over took our bodies.

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Star Crossed Fuckers

NAVIGATION

Pairing: sub!peter x fem!reader + they're 18

Warnings: smut with some build-up, it's pretty clear when it starts. oral, m and f receiving, enjoy sub!peter

Request: Peter and you are best friends but both of you have always liked each other. One day somehow the line is crossed and you let your feelings all out. If possible ending in smut with subpeter 👉🏼👈🏼

Synopsis: You and Peter finally come to terms with the fact you're in love with each other and things get a little- passionately -heated

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You weren’t sure about soulmates, but you thought you and Peter were something along those lines. Only spending time with each other all through high school meant you knew everything about each other. Yes, even that he was a crime-fighting spider by night. It’s kind of hard to hide that you grew 2 sizes and got perfect eyesight overnight from your best friend.

Everything about him, you loved. You never stopped thinking about that boy, no matter what you were doing, he was in your thoughts. There was doubt in your mind that you were in love with him. If only you knew how to tell him.

Meanwhile, Peter thought the world of you. He tried spending every waking second with you. No matter what you did with that time, he felt like the luckiest person in the world. He loved just being in your presence because, well, he’s in love with you.

You played with the idea of telling him how you felt and so did he. Both of you denied trying, in fear any part of your friendship could be ruined. Your love for each other was buried deep down. Or, at least, that kind of love. You know, like every single friends-to-lovers trope??

People often mistook you for a couple, even when Peter introduced you to the Avengers, they assumed you were dating. He talked about you all of the time and it made sense with your body language. The small touches you’d give him, linking your arms or even hands when you walked. He threw his arm around you when he got the courage, but you initiated most of it.

Physical touch was definitely his love language after he didn’t get much of it during his childhood. He happened to be the only person you actually enjoyed receiving it from and giving it to, and Peter noticed this. He silently celebrated you trusting him enough to let your guard down.

“So glad that shit is over,” you let out a deep breath, running your hands down your face as you fell onto the couch in your family's living room.

“Our grad party or high school?” Peter chuckled as he took a seat next to you.

“Both,”

“Can’t believe you made us do it,”

“Excuse me,” you turned your upper body to look at the boy beside you, “I think I remember you smiling every time I looked over at you,”

“Probably because you were looking at me,” he smiled and your eyes rolled back.

“Mhm, I’m sure you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me,” you winked before checking a notification from your phone.

Peter was thankful you became preoccupied because his cheeks were definitely bright red. Yes, yes he was staring at you the entire evening. You looked amazing and he was enamored with you.

“My parents went out for dinner so we have the place to ourselves,”

Finally, he spent all day around other people, getting barely any attention from you and now he got you all to himself.

“What should we do?” Peter questioned while resisting the urge to tell you that he wished he could go to dinner, romantically, with you.

“Oh-,” you clapped your hands, startling him, and got off of the couch, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,”

And with that, you ran upstairs. Peter sat there, already missing your presence. You came back into the living room, something in your hand. Before Peter could ask, you jumped onto him and threw your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in his neck.

He didn’t object, missing your affection. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. It felt so good to be held by the person you’re in love with.

“Okay,” you pulled your head away from his neck and looked at him, a few tears pricking your eyes already, “I know how fucking corny it is, you don’t need to tell me,”

He nodded and you handed him a piece of paper. It read Certificate of Registration; Peanut.

“What’s this?” He asked, reading it over.

“I uh- I bought you a star and named it after you,” you flashed him a smile and started explaining how you went about it.

All Peter could hear was that the love of his life named something after him. And a star nonetheless. All he wanted to do was kiss you and tell you how much he loved you.

“And since we probably won’t-,” you wiped your eyes, Peter feeling his own tears collecting, “we won’t be able to see each other as often so I figured at night, we can look at the same stars still,”

Peter had the biggest grin on his face and you could see the creases around his eyes, your favorite expression of his.

“Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s in this area of the sky above New York and it’s not like it has a sign to say it’s yours but I wanted to get you something,” you told him, a laugh coming through your tears.

“I love it,” he pulled you back into a hug, squeezing tighter this time and his tears finally made it down his cheeks, “thank you so much, for everything,”

“Oh boy, you’re going to be the death of me, Peanut,” you kissed his shoulder and pulled back from him again.

Something came over you at that moment. You looked in his eyes and thought you saw the same thing going through him. He looked at you with so much love, every little detail about you was on his mind.

You leaned forward an inch or so, not sure if this was the right move. What if he rejects you and you ruin your destroy your friendship? Then again, you were going to different colleges and wouldn’t see each other in school. But you wanted him in your life forever.

Peter was internally screaming. You leaned in, did that mean you wanted to kiss him? He wasn’t really sure if that’s what you were going for, so he froze, silently wishing for you to kiss him.

“Peter?” You whispered with your face only a few inches from his.

“Y/n?” He glanced at your lips before making eye contact with you.

“I love you,” you kept your eyes on him, too scared to look away.

“As in-,”

“I am in love with you,”

Because what the hell, you couldn’t spend another second without knowing if he felt the same way. Peter was speechless, only replaying your words in his head over and over.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, a smile spreading across his face.

You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks and pulled him in, your lips connecting.

All of those feelings, every moment you both wanted to spill the kind of love you really had for each other, was put into this kiss. Peter never wanted it to end, you holding him close and being this intimate felt so natural after holding back for so long.

The minuscule touches you shared turned into so much more. Peter held your waist, which he’d touch before but now it had a whole new meaning. He didn’t want to go too far without knowing what you were comfortable with.

You sucked on his bottom lip before slowly pulling back, your eyes filled with lust.

“Wow,” he exhaled, fingers brushing your lower back.

“Yeah,” you placed a hand under his chin and smirked, “I really want to do it again,”

He eagerly nodded, beating you to it this time and pressing his lips to yours. It felt like you had done it so many times more than once before, yet still just as amazing and new.

After a few minutes of blatant making out, hair messed with, lips were swollen, shallow breathing filling the room, you cupped his cheeks again and barely took your lips off of his.

“Do you-” you ran your thumbs over his cheekbones and took a moment to catch your breath, “Do you wanna go to my room?”

His brown eyes went wide, the thought of that making his head spin.

“Yeah, if- if that’s what you want,” he leaned into your touch and scratched the back of his neck.

You knew he did that when he got nervous.

“You’re sure?” You tilted your head and took his hands in yours.

“Yes, definitely- I just,” he paused and leaned his forehead on your chest, “you’d be my first,”

You kissed the top of his head and ran your hands through his hair. It’s not like you didn’t know that. You spent all of your time together so you’d know if he had a girlfriend…or boyfriend.

“I don’t have condoms so we can’t do it, but we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t feel comfortable,” you reassured him and he looked up at you through his eyelashes, “we can start in my room and go from there, okay?”

“Okay,”

You got off of him, took his hand, and led him to your room. Both of you had a stupid smile there was no way of wiping off your faces.

“Sit down,” you told him and he listened, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard.

You shut your door and locked it before getting onto your bed with him.

“Is this okay?” You asked, straddling his waist.

“More than,” he brought his hands to your waist and you leaned down, connecting your lips once again.

God, you couldn’t believe you went this long without being able to kiss Peter Parker.

You rocked your hips back and forth, the friction making him moan against your lips. You kissed down his jaw and then down to the spot below his ear, his chest rising and falling quicker beneath you.

“I love you,” he told you as you sucked on the sweet spot, earning a whimper from him.

“I know,” you whispered in his ear, your voice low and rough.

Your lips found their way down his neckline and you gestured for him to sit up so you could take off his shirt and you did the same, both articles of clothing forgotten.

He leaned back, this time laying down and you kissed down his chest, biting every once in a while. Before you got to his waistband, he stopped you.

“Wait, can I do s- something for you?”

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you smiled and got off of him.

You traded places and he hesitated when brushing his hand over the band of your pants.

“Go ahead,” you lifted your hips and he gently pulled your bottoms and underwear down your legs, the only piece of clothing left was your bra.

He eyed you hungrily, mouth slightly parted. But he just sat there, hands on his thighs with no idea what to do. He understood the basic task but a wave of nervousness washed over him.

“You don’t have to,” you saw how hesitant he was with a small frown on his face, “I’ll make sure you do a good job and I don’t expect to be perfect the first time you go down on someone”

“Okay, and tell me if you don’t like it, please?”

“Of course, but you'll do great, I'm sure,” you nodded and gave him an encouraging smile

He let out a deep sigh, leaning down, and started placing tender kisses down your inner thighs, your heart racing as he got closer to your bare center.

“Now run your tongue upward,”

He did as he was told, enjoying following your orders. His hands held onto your upper thighs as he continued to use his tongue, licking up and down your slit, until you gave him the next direction.

“Find my clit,” you smirked and threaded your hand through his hair, “Nope- yep,”

You arched your back off of the bed when he started sucking on it. His tongue felt so good and he loved seeing you like this, hair messy, heavy breathing, your hands pulling on his hair. He could stay here forever.

“Good boy,” you said as a moan left your lips and he blushed at the praise, his pants feeling tighter by the second.

Peter continued to lick and suck on your core, a pattern developing as he got you closer and closer to your climax. He whined at your taste, determined to do a good job all of the way through.

Your thighs began to close around his head and he opened them more, your reaction having nothing on his super strength. Plus, nothing was going to stop him from getting you to cum.

“Oh my god Peter,” you threw your head back as your orgasm hit you, the amazing feeling all from Peter’s mouth.

He continued to lap up your release, assuming he should wait until you told him to stop. When you came down from your high, you pulled him back by his curls, a nervous smile on his face.

“That was so good,” you told him as you sat up and he was glad to receive your approval.

You pulled him in for a long kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. It was sloppy but neither of you cared, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Or mouths for that matter.

You reached back and unclipped your bra and Peter watched in awe as it fell from your shoulders. Yep, he had pictured you naked before, he’s in love with you so…duh. The real thing was better than any picture he painted in his head.

“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reached out, uncertain if you’d want him to touch your boobs.

“You’re gorgeous, Peter,” you placed his hands on your chest, “I always knew you liked tits, you’re a whore for boobs- aren’t you pretty boy?” you smirked and he whined at your teasing, taking one in his mouth.

“I asked you a question,” you pulled him back by his hair and he looked up at you, his round puppy dog eyes full of love.

“Yes I- I love yours,” he sputtered before you pressed his face back into your chest and he groaned when he was met with your soft skin again.

Your hand slid down his bare torso, tracing his abs. You reached his belt buckle which you managed to undo with one hand.

“I wanna see you cum, okay?”

He nodded, still sucking on your tits.

“Get up, take everything off,” you instructed and he made haste, getting up and pulling

You admired him while he stood there waiting for you to tell him what to do. His dick stood tall and his cheeks turned red with your eyes running over him.

You got up and walked over to him, your eyes dark, tits bouncing and you just wanted to touch him. You backed him against the wall and held your hand in from of his mouth, seeing if he’d understand what you wanted.

He cocked his head before you pulled his bottom lip and he immediately opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and licking your hand. You licked it yourself after, making eye contact with him. He felt his dick twitch and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

“You like that?” You asked when you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping him agonizingly slow.

“Yes, so much,” he said, his breathing getting heavier, "p- please, more"

You quickened your pace, every move you made he reacted to. His mouth fell open when you used your other hand to cup his balls, squeezing a little.

“F- fuck,” his lip quivered as he got closer to his orgasm.

You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as you licked from his base to the tip. He tilted his head back, not caring about hitting the wall. Your mouth felt amazing and you looked so fucking hot with his dick in your mouth.

“Gonna cum like a good boy?” You rubbed small circles on his thighs and he nodded, his face scrunching right before it hit him.

He let out a loud whine, followed by whimpers as he came into your mouth. You made sure to swallow every last drop, trying to act like it maybe tasted good...

“So pretty,” you told him, standing up and cupping his cheeks, soothing him as he relaxed.

“You’re amazing,” he was breathless and you pulled him over to your bed, helping him get under the covers.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair over, “you did so well,”

He grinned at your praise and pulled you closer, wanting to feel your bare skin on his.

“We should have a serious talk when I get back, okay?” You whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, definitely, I don't want to stargaze by myself,”

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lostparker · 5 years

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sorry doesn’t fix a broken heart p.p oneshot

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: you’ve reached your breaking point after Peter misses another date without explanation and you’re ready to end things, but before you could you find out the real reason he’s been pushing you away

warnings: angst, angst, angst and like one curse word

words: 2.7k

A/N: so firstly, thank you so much for all the amazing feedback on my last oneshot. wow. secondly here's another one. this is the longest thing I’ve ever written but also the one I’m most unsure about. I really don’t know how this one is gonna go so feedback as always is appreciated. (side note I’ve completely ignored the events of infinity war, endgame, and ffh)

this does NOT contain ffh spoilers.

Your evening was beginning to drag on. Every passing moment felt like an eternity. With each second your remaining hope dispersed out into the night. You tried to avoid the gaze of the waitresses who were shooting you apologetic glances as you sipped your almost empty drink. You checked your phone again for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. 8.58pm.

You’d had enough.

Giving in you sighed, deciding to take home what little dignity you had left. You finished off the last of your now tepid drink in the glass before throwing a couple of crumpled bills on the table. You kept your eyes away from the now sympathetic look the waitress behind the counter was giving you. It was as if you might as well have been wearing a flashing, neon sign that read ‘Yep! Just got stood up.’ With one final deep breath, you left any and all hope you’d had that Peter would show up behind you in the diner.

The door snapped shut behind you and you tightened your scarf in a feeble attempt to stop the evening breeze biting at your neck. You’d had enough of silence for one evening so you pulled out your phone and plugged in your headphones. Your phone was still open to the messages app, where your unanswered texts lay and your finger briefly hovered over the familiar contact header. Your mind fought back and forth between calling him and finally giving up on your relationship, that over the last few weeks hadn’t even felt like a relationship or just leaving it until you were less upset and had a chance to talk in person.

However, it didn’t help that there was a pit in your stomach filled with disappointment, knowing you’d received no communication from him. Absolutely nothing. Not even a “Hey, I’m running late” or a “Sorry, I’m not going to make it” or an “I’m out fighting crime ;)”. Nothing. You shook your head lightly and double clicked so that you could switch apps from messages to music, pressing on the playlist you’d made full of songs that reminded you of Peter you shut out the world as you made the unceremonious walk home.

The upbeat tone of the music did nothing to lift the melancholic tempo of your heart. It might have been a short walk from the diner back to yours, but like your night, it seemed to drag on. Every pace felt ten times heavier with the weight of uncertainty and heartbreak sitting on your back. It was the seventh date night that month Peter Parker had managed to forget, or miss, or blow off. At this point, you weren’t even sure at this point what his reasonings were. He’d stopped getting creative with them after the third missed date.

At first, you might have presumed his absence in your life was because of his masked alter ego but that wasn’t it. If that had been it he would have just been open about it. Wherever his priorities were right now, they certainly weren’t you, or Spiderman for that matter. It was that knowledge that left you with an emptiness in your chest that seemed to eat away at you. The same emptiness was considering doing something you never saw yourself doing. It was considering breaking up with Peter, and to be honest, you were starting to listen to it. You didn’t know how much more of being let down you could take.

When you finally arrived back home you pulled out your keys with a defeated sigh as you opened the front door and checked your phone one last time. Still nothing. You felt the shards of your broken heart twisting further into your chest. Each shard carved Peters name deeper into you and bled you out. You couldn’t believe the amount of emotional turmoil you were going through. It was draining and exhausting and you almost wished you’d never got involved with Peter Parker. Almost.

You walked into your room, avoiding questions from your parents who were too busy watching a movie on the sofa to notice your slumped posture. That was something you and Peter used to do, the two of you used to hang out together and watch movies. Or at least, you did when he could be bothered to show up. They were cuddled into each other, and you could see nothing but love for each other between them. You wondered when that disappeared for you and Peter. When did your love get lost in between everything?

The thought of doing what you’d considered doing on the walk home really hit you when you saw the framed picture of the two of you pulling funny faces on your desk as you walked into your room. God, you really loved him. You really really loved him. But the logical side of your brain told you that you couldn’t put 100% into a relationship when the other person barely gave 10%. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t what you’d signed up for.

You sunk down onto the comforter of your bed and clicked on Peter’s contact information. You really needed to get a few things off your chest, even if you weren’t going to break up with him over the phone. You prepared yourself to type the restless words that had been swimming around in your head since the passing of your agreed date time. But nothing would come out. Your fingers hovered, unmoving, over the keyboard. For the second time that night you gave up and clicked off your phone, throwing it to the side.

You lay back on your bed. Emotion hitting you in waves. You were beyond torn as you stared up at the ceiling. Tears brimmed and flowed over the edge. Dripping down your face and pooling in little puddles on the silky material of the comforter. You couldn’t help the heartbreak thoughts that overflowed with the tears.

You sighed, pulling yourself up from the comforter to get ready for bed and get some much-needed sleep. You paused for a second at your window and for the first time since you started dating Peter, you reached up and latched the window. Of course, you knew about his red and blue secret identity and you knew you would have been understanding if that had been the reason that he’d been so preoccupied but you knew it was something else. You knew it wasn’t being Spiderman that was causing him to be so distant recently.

You drew the curtains and headed towards the bathroom to wash off the sadness of your evening off your face. The water was cold, almost as cold as you felt inside when you thought about Peter. When you thought about how happy you used to be. It made you wonder at what moment were you no longer a priority to him. At what point did the little plans you’d make get canceled with only minutes to spare. At what point did he forget about you. Your heart filled with dread as you wondered if he’d come to some conclusion that he no longer wanted to be with you and forget to give you the message.

Drying your face you pulled on your sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You made a conscious decision not to use one of Peters. You didn’t think it would be appropriate. You were about to get into bed when you heard the gentle buzzing of your phone, which was lost somewhere beneath the blankets and pillows from where you’d carelessly discarded it earlier. You searched for it and when you found it instead of the usual whoosh of your heart when you saw Peter’s contact name flash on the screen your heart sunk. You clicked decline. You weren’t ready to talk it out with him just yet. Still too angry from earlier and annoyed that he’d waited so long to contact you.

It was hard because deep down you wanted to hear Peter out but you were also sick of his textbook excuses. They were weak and overused and you just wanted the truth out of him. In the beginning, Peter had been your safe space to land but now you were just up in the air. He was never around or he was missing dates or barely talking to you. Yet you stuck around. Now your mind was swarming in circles of clouded truth and that you desperately wanted to clear, but you couldn’t do that without Peter’s side of the story. If you’d ever get the real side. You sighed as your phone began buzzing again. You didn’t want to break up with him over the phone. Despite everything, he didn’t deserve that.

You got into bed, switching on the fairy lights that were intertwined above your head and placed your phone, face down, on the bedside table. It buzzed every now and then. No doubt with messages from Peter that were probably taken from some generic apology guidebook. You pulled the covers up to your neck, blocking out everything. You were almost asleep when you heard tapping just above you. No. Not tapping. Knocking. Someone was knocking at your window and you didn’t need to be a genius to figure out who it was.

Reluctantly you pushed the covers off you, even with the closed window the room was cold and caused goosebumps to appear across your legs. You debated leaving him out there. That would really send a message. But it was the middle on November and his knocking only grew more and more impatient and desperate to the point you were worried it might awaken your neighbors. Still, you took a second to prepare yourself. If you were looking for an opportunity to do what you’d been considering all night in person, looks like you might just get it.

You pulled back the curtains, and your breath hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance. It made you sad that he still had such a grip on your heart. He was cast in this golden glow from the dim light of your bedroom and was framed against the night skyline. His features were sharp and defined and because of the mask, his hair was displaced and tumbling over his forehead, just the way you loved it. His eyes had this tiredness you’d never seen in them before.

You got searing heat in your chest as you tried to focus and remember all the times Peter Parker had let you down. Tried to focus on the reasons for the failure of your relationship. If you didn’t you swore you would have dived straight into his chest and never let go. But you couldn’t do that to yourself. So, instead, you let him in and stepped further away from him. Distancing yourself from him, mirroring every step he took into your bedroom. You remained silent. Watching the boy who looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He closed his eyes and took in the deepest breath you’d ever heard as if he was trying to swallow a lump of charcoal that was lodged in his throat. He looked shaky on his feet and for someone with super strength you’d never seen him look weaker. It took everything you had in you not to hold him, but you couldn’t. You were still frustrated and angry and confused.

“I’m so sor… Sorry. Ple... Pleas…. Please don… Don’t give up on me. I can explain everything.” He muttered and you noticed how he was physically trembling. His voice came out hoarse and strained which made it difficult to discern his words. You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. You feared if you opened your mouth you might say something you regretted. He took another step towards you and this time you didn’t move away. There was still too much distance between you for him to be able to reach out and touch you.

“I… I just… recently I’ve been having a hard time. I… I just never feel good enough. For anyone and being with you I felt like I was always letting you down. So instead of doing the smart thing and talking to you… I … I ignored you and pushed you away. You didn’t deserve that and I’m so fucking stupid… I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t fix anything… I… I just, I always feel like I put you in danger. I… I’m sorry. I… I… I.” He was practically sobbing. Holding himself up with a hand on his ribs as his breathing caused his chest to heave. Suddenly everything from the past few months clicked into place.

Hearing him say those things broke your heart more than anything Peter had ever done. Hearing he was cheating on you probably would have hurt less. Knowing that he didn’t see himself as good enough. Knowing that he worried constantly about putting you in danger when he was the one you knew kept you safest. Knowing how much he’d been struggling recently. You swallowed all your doubt and anger and closed the gap between the two of you, circling your arms around him and holding him tighter than you’d ever done before.

You felt his body go limp in your arms and wetness spreading on your left shoulder where his tears seeped into your shirt. You wished he’d told you sooner, sure you did. It would have saved you a lot of heartbreak. But you couldn’t help but feel glad you didn’t rush into ending things. You were just glad you finally knew the truth.

“Shhh… it’s okay. I’ve got you now.” You whispered, stroking his hair and pulling him towards your bed. It felt like months of uncertainty melted away and you just wanted to help Peter. Show him that he was wrong about those things. Show him that it was you who didn’t deserve him. Show him that he was so strong and he made you feel safe. Let him know that it was okay for him to have doubts but that you’d be there to work through them with him. Every step of the way. Whatever he needed. You’d give it to him.

You were still holding him. Trying to soothe his sobs. Trying to let him know that you weren’t mad at him. Sad that he thought he had to push you away instead of talking to you, but not mad. You just wanted him to tell you when things got hard. You wanted him to communicate so you weren’t left in the dark and so you could help him if he needed it.

“Oh Peter, it’s okay. I’m glad you told me. Just wish you’d told me sooner. I know this hasn’t fixed things right now, but with time it will. I’m here, and I know we can fix things. Together. Okay?” You spoke softly. Your lips pressed kisses to his forehead as his breathing slowed and he calmed down at your words. He pulled away from you, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his suit. He was a disheveled mess. But he was your disheveled mess.

“I realised after speaking to Tony what a huge mistake I’d made shutting you out and I swear I thought I’d lost you forever. Things just got so overwhelming and I didn’t know how to cope. So, I came here to try explain. I know… I know I waited too long… I just… I wanted to try and make it right because you weren’t answering my texts then your window was locked and I knew I’d screwed up big time.” He sighed, his dark chocolate eyes avoiding yours as he played with his fingers nervously.

“You very nearly lost me Peter. Your actions really broke me. But I’m glad you came to explain. Albeit almost too late.” You pulled him back into you. Craving him close after being so distant for so long. “Next time you gotta talk to me Peter.” You felt him nod in agreement into you as what you’d said really sunk into him he gripped you tighter.

“I’m sorry if I broke your heart.” He mumbled into your shoulder. Words muffled but audible.

“It will heal.”

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writerssblockk94 · 5 years

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Jealous

Hi! I don’t really know how to do this but here’s a little teaser of something that I will be posting soon! I hope you enjoy this. It’s Peter Parker x Reader. There will be some spelling mistakes, obviously no one is perfect. SMUT! You and peter having a crush on each other but not knowing the other likes you. But you want to make him jealous.

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N!” Peter shouted as he dragged you into his hotel room. “What?!” You said innocently. “FLIRTING WITH OTHER GUYS!” He said furious “ why can’t I flirt with other guys? I’m not yours! You haven’t even told me if you like me! You haven’t told me anything, actually, YOU PUSH ME AWAY! Just leave me alone!” You and peter went silent. *Knock Knock* “you guys alright? We could here yelling from the pool?” Ned said concerned. “Yea we’re fine” you said as you walked away from Peter leaving the hotel room to back to the pool. You need a swim to calm down. As you walked back down you couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to Peter. You were so upset with him because you wouldn’t think that he would act like that. When you got down to pool everybody was staring at you but you didn’t care, you just needed to swim, to calm down, to get your mind off Peter. When you were done swimming you went back to your room. Luckily at the last minute MJ said that she could go to the decathlon so you got a room to yourself, but not that night. Peter was waiting in room after accidentally left a room key in his room from the other night. “What do you want” you asked angered that he was in your room. “I wanted to talk.” He said hurt about what you had said earlier. “About what” you said as you grabbed clothes and headed to the bathroom to change out of your bikini. “About how I WANT you to be mine, I want YOU to flirt with me like you did with flash. I want to say you to touch me like you did flash. I want you to look at me like you did Ned. I want you to be mine.” He said with sadness in his voice. “I also want to fuck your brains out like you said you wanted flash to do to you.” His voice low and full of lust. Your ears perked up at what he had said. “ what was that?” You asked. “You heard me. Now get your ass out here.” “Make me” you replied feeling frisky. “Oh I will” he said getting up from your bed opening the bathroom door. You just in your bra and underwear. He bit his lip as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist kissing him. “I feel the exact same way.” You said in between kisses. He smiled against your lips as you said those words. Leaning back in to kiss you aging he placed you on the bed. Peter then started peppering kisses along your neck. You moaned out when he teased a sensitive spot on your neck and started to suck. Leaving a mark he started peppering kisses again leaving various marks on your neck. He then got down your thighs and as he was about to take you underwear off you confessed to him that you were a virgin.

That’s it! Sorry if it’s a little... weird. But I hope you like it. It will be posted soon but just know that I picked the worst time to start to write something lol. School starts in 2 days and the. My birthday is in 5 days the my parents anniversary is in 8 days and I have to babysit my little brother. So I’m busy. But I promise this will be out as soon as possible! Please send in requests I would really appreciate it! Even though I’m busy. I still want to write as much as possible! Love you 😘

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Two Of Us - Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Smut

Wordcount: 1.9K

Part 1 here! ❤️

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You yawned, before rolling over in your bed. Your eyes nearly rolled back from how good your morning stretch felt. You curled your toes into the plush baby blue rug on the floor and just sat for moment to gather yourself. Your father and the other avengers were leaving today. All of them, except Peter. A smile grew on your lips at the thought of him, you saw a whole new side of him yesterday. Your thighs pressed together when you remembered the feeling of his hard dick against your ass. A heat formed in your core as you imagined much more than just feeling his dick.

You needed a shower.

You jumped up and padded into the bathroom before undressing. Fuck, you'd forgotten your phone. You walk back into your bedroom and nearly have a stroke at the sight of a certain brown haired boy sitting on your bed. "Peter!" You shriek, doing your best to cover yourself up. "Holy shit" Peter whispered to himself at the sight in front of him. Your full round breasts staring him in the face, and he was sure the way they bounced with every step you took would be something he remembered forever. You backed your way into the bathroom, squeezing your eyes shut. "What do you want!" You called out from behind the door. "I - um, I just wanted to tell you everyone's getting ready to leave in about half an hour" he murmured, still reveling in what he'd just seen. "Okay thank you, you can go now!" You reply before shutting the door to the bathroom.

"Jesus" you mutter under your breathe, you were convinced these sorts of things only happened to you. "I guess my shower will have to wait" You sigh. You made your way downstairs, clad in shorts and a tank top that might've been a size too small and was biting into your shoulders.

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs you got that same funny feeling you always do before your father leaves. Pride and worry, he was probably one of the strongest beings in the universe but he was still your dad. "My love" he called out to you, pulling you in for a hug. "Be careful okay?" You whisper, looking up at him. "I will, and if you suspect anything is off then you let me know immediately. I'll be here fast as lightening" he spoke and you laughed at his corny joke. You smiled watching everyone say their good byes, you really were a big family. "I love you" and "see you soons" chorused through the compound as they left. You glanced at Peter, standing near the door with Morgan in his arms as they waved and watched until everyone was out of view.

The mood was somber knowing so many of the people you loved had just left to complete a task that could potentially injure or kill them. You decided that needed to change. "Let's bake a cake!" You exclaim, grinning at Morgan and Peter. You swear you saw Morgan's ears perk up at the word cake. "Yes! Cake" she screamed bouncing in Peters arms. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, play Talk by Khalid please" you spoke, dancing your way to the kitchen when the music started.

You began pulling out the ingredients and setting them on the island, you were about grab a bowl when you turned around to see what your supposed 'helpers' were doing. Peter was still holding the chipper girl. Seeing him with Morgan, her little arms wrapped around his neck while he spun her around and sang to her made your brain fuzzy. He was literally perfect. "Hey! I'm not making this cake by myself" You quip, putting your hands on your hips and raising an eyebrow at the pair dancing behind you. "Sorry Chef Y/N" Peter laughed, setting Morgan down on stool. "There's so many flavors!" she chirped, looking at all the supplies in front of her. "I know, but let's start with one for now" Peter replied before holding up two boxes, "which one?"

"Chocolate!" The three of you all agreed in unison.

"Jinx" Morgan giggled, "can I pour it in?" Her small hands reached for the box Peter was holding.

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Almost an hour later and you had just finished making the batter. Baking with a four year old was rougher than you thought. All of you were covered in flour and some other things you didn't even remember using. You exhaled in relief, finally putting the pan in the oven. You were drained but Morgan was still dancing around the kitchen to 'Thotiana' by Blueface, which you were sure she shouldn't be listening to but she seemed to love. "Aye! Bust down thotiana, I wanna see you bust down" - you shook your head watching Peter sing and hype Morgan up. Your eyes widened when you saw it was only 2 o clock. It felt like 9 in your head.

You all cleaned up the kitchen while you waited for the cake to bake. Morgan squealed when the timer went off and you raced to beat her to the oven before she could touch it. "Nope" you laughed, picking her up and placing her behind you. "Aw man" she pouted, watching you take out your creation. "Well, its not a looker" Peter shrugged, looking at it from over your shoulder. "Hey, it looks great!" You fake offense and slap his arm. You cut Morgan a piece, handing it to her. "It's delicious" she cried out, big eyes shining with pride. "Yay!" You cheer, slicing some for you and Peter, then pouring you all some milk.

"Movie time!" You wince after sitting on the couch, remembering you're all coated in flour galore.

After watching Shrek 1 & 2, it's almost 8. Morgan keeps rubbing her eyes to stay awake, her head in your lap and legs on Peter. "Let's get washed up babe" you murmur, watching the credits roll. You lift her up and carry her to her room, grabbing a towel and pajamas before going into the conjoined bathroom. You brush her hair up into a ponytail while you wait for the bath water to run. Morgan sighed, tilting her head back to look at you. "I want my hair to be long like yours". You frown at her words, "Your hair is beautiful M" you reply, placing her into the tub. "Not like yours. You're so tall and pretty" she whispered, looking at her hands. You felt for the little girl, growing up on Asgard surrounded by beautiful, strong women was intimidating and often times made you feel quite insecure. You can only imagine what it was like growing up with women like Pepper, Natasha, Carol, and Wanda was like. "I want be pretty AND powerful like you" she spoke. You smiled, "You already are Morgan".

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You gasped when you collided with Peter outside of Morgan's room. "She asleep?" He asked quietly and you nodded. Once you got farther down the hall he spoke in his regular voice, "Holy shit, finally! Does she have an endless battery? Are little kids supposed to take naps? She's definitely taking a nap tomorrow" he rambled. "I just can't wait to shower" you groan, pushing open the door to your room. You kicked off your slippers, the rest of your clothes piling up beside them. Peter stared at you awestruck, "Nothing you haven't seen before" you shrug before stepping into the shower.

"You gonna join me? Looks like you could use a shower too" You ask, turning to let the water flow down tour back, being sure to jut your breasts out just a little. Peter didn't say anything, just started tearing his own clothes off and then joining you.

Your eyes traveled up and down the length of his body, taking in every inch. He was incredible. Eyes following the little droplets of water falling down his chest, fingers close behind. His cock was already half hard. It was calling to you. You had to close your eyes for a moment to stop yourself from jumping on him. His hands reached out to massage your boobs, a content sigh slipping past your lips as he worked your flesh. He took a step closer to you, your nipples brushing against his chest and sending sparks throughout your body. "Turn around" he commanded and you did as he said. You were hoping he was going to bend you over and fuck you into next week. But he had other plans, he began massaging shampoo through your hair. The tips of his fingers scratching against tour scalp. You leaned into him, feeling his solid chest against your back. "Rinse baby" he whispered in your ear, letting his tongue dance along your earlobe. You felt like melting. You stepped forward to rinse, missing a beat when you felt Peter grab your waist. "Got a little shampoo - right here" His words followed by a harsh smack to your ass and you let out a whimper. "Fuck Peter".

He pulled you back to him, his dick once again pressed to your ass, except this time there were no clothes acting as barriers. Skin to skin. Peters hands wrapped around to your front, and your body jumped when his finger pressed to your clit before skimming through your folds. "You want it Y/N?" He asked and you nod fiercely. "I want words baby girl" he spoke again. "Yes Peter, I want it. I want you!" You cry, pushing your hips back and grinding against him. A hiss leaving his mouth at the feel of you. His finger finds your clit again, not waisting anytime before he begins. His fingers were magic, igniting something brand new inside of you. He applied more pressure and increased his speed, his own hips rocking against you from behind. You relished the little noises he let slip.

You felt your orgasm swell within you, your breathe uneven and heart racing. "I'm close" you moan out and Peter only pushes harder. His lips attach to your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin. He loved the way you tasted and he couldn't wait to taste every part of you. "Cum for baby" he grunted, his other hand wrapping around the base of your throat and squeezing. Your legs nearly give out as your orgasm washes over you, but Peter holds you up, whispering dirty words in your ear as you rode out your high. "Fuck me Peter" you groan, and before you can blink he's carrying you to the bed.

You're on top of him and even though he's under you, you can feel him everywhere. His hands grip your ass, helping you grind back and forth. You lift yourself up, about to sink down onto his length when you hear your door creak open. You grab the sheets to cover the two of you just as Morgan's little head pops in.

"Can I sleep with you guys" she asks, her voice small. She looks up and furrows her brow at the sight of the pair of you, but she doesn't dwell on it. "Sure M, go grab a pillow though okay" you say as sweetly as you can and she nods before walking off. "Oh my god" you exclaim looking at Peter and you want to laugh at the sour look on his face.

"You really need to start locking your door"

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So you guys got a little bit of smut this time! I can't believe how many of you liked part one, thank you ❤️ I think I'm going to make this at least 5/6 parts or maybe more. Idk yet, but also I wanna say another thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged. I love you guyssss!

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