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hey i love your work! i cannot stop thinking about phone sex with peter parker and who better to ask than my fave writer! hope you’re well <3

he regrets it as soon as he sends it. 

peter stares at your contact name and the picture he just sent you, an awkward selfie situation from an angle that shows off his abs and his hard cock underneath his calvin kleins. it was fucking 1 am, you were probably asleep. what if you think he’s a freak?

to be fair, you were the one being suggestive first. making flirty comments about how you wished you were hanging out with him, how you’d always wondered what it would be like to have him in your mouth. all of your messages had made peter so flustered that all he could manage to say was that you were making him so ridiculously hard.

that was about half an hour ago.

and so, peter followed up with that semi-nude, and now he’s laying in his bed staring at his ceiling because he’s worried about coming off too strong like all those other guys. was it even flattering? he’d never sent an explicit photo before. 

he winces at the feeling of his phone vibrating under him. with eyes wide, he quickly unlocks his phone to read your message.

he can feel his mouth already starting to salivate at the photo in front of him. you’ve angled your phone above your body with your t-shirt rolled up to reveal your stomach. your back is slightly arched to show off your ass and your cute underwear. your thighs look so fucking soft.

[y/n]: come cuddle

peter bites his lip as he hesitates before typing.

[peter]: i could do a little more than cuddling

he jumps again when his phone starts ringing. you’re calling him.

“peter benjamin parker, you little whore,” you rasp, teasing him. pink rises up to his cheeks at the playful name-calling. he knows you’re joking but being called that by you makes his cock twitch just slightly.

“what i’d do?” peter lilts.

“you turned me on when i was supposed to go to bed,” you whine.

“right, right. i guess i should leave you to--”

“do not.”

peter smirks at the hint of eagerness in your voice. usually you’re the one who has him wrapped around your finger, so he feels confident knowing that his teasing is working on you.

“mm,” he hums. “only because it’s you.”

“obviously.”

“i turned you on?”

“yeah. really fuckin’ pissed that you’re not in my bed right now.”

peter gulps, letting out an exhale. 

“i-i am too.”

“have you been thinking about me?”

“yeah.”

peter fumbles with the waistband of his boxers, fingers trailing over the line of his hard cock. it’s difficult to stay composed when he’s thinking about you in just a t-shirt and panties. 

“how are you thinking about me?” you whisper innocently, a slight rasp to your voice making you sound like you’d just woken up.

“thinking about your mouth,” peter murmurs. “kissing you. kissing your neck. everywhere. anywhere you want.”

“even my pussy?”

“yeah,” peter exhales as he palms his length. he cups himself gently, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft as he envisions himself with his face hovering over your cunt while your doe-like eyes gaze back at him. 

“that’s fucking hot,” you breathe, suddenly aware of how wet your core is. just the thought of peter eating you out right now brings butterflies to your stomach. “wish you were here with me so you could touch me.”

“me too. i wanna taste you so bad, feel how wet you are.”

“’m really fucking wet,” you chuckle. “how hard are you?”

“really fucking hard,” he echoes you. “you’d look so pretty on my tongue.”

“shit,” you take in a breath through your teeth. “i want that so bad. fuck, peter, that’s so hot.”

peter’s head lays back on his pillow as he thrusts gently into his fist, his cock slick with pre-cum and spit. he turns his head to the side so that his face slightly away from his phone. he buries his nose into his pillow to muffle his groans.

“you touchin’ yourself for me, baby?” you whisper with such a delicate swing, and peter thinks he could probably cum just the sound of you talking, even if you were just talking about your day. he blushes when he realizes you can probably hear his moans.

“y-yeah. i want you so bad.”

“i want you, too, peter,” you gasp, whimpering into the phone speaker as you circle the pad of your finger to your clit. your other hand massages your breasts. “i wish my fingers were yours so badly right now.”

“oh, fuck,” peter mumbles. “h-how many fingers are you using?”

“two.”

“what if you added another one, huh? for me?”

the sound of your whimpers getting louder in the phone speaker has him nearly feral. he groans in response as he fucks up into his fist at a faster pace.

“’m so full now,” you mewl. “wish it was your cock.”

“i know, i know,” peter coos. “y’sound so pretty, fuck. you’re gonna make me cum just from listening to you.”

he bites his lip as he screws his eyes shut, imagining you underneath him. the sounds of your moans encourage him more and his fantasy gets more and more vivid.

“peter, it feels so good,” you whine. “oh- oh god, i’m really close.”

“yeah, fuck yourself for me. y’gonna make me cum so fucking fast--”

your mewls turn into choked-out raspy breaths and peter swears he’s seeing stars as he listens to you. your pained whimpers are so clear to him and he imagines you stretching out your cunt with your fingers in tandem with the rhythm of his cock. he sees our legs convulsing with pleasure until he reaches his own peak.

“fuck, i’m cumming,” peter grunts.

“m-me too. oh.”

“yeah, cum with me, y/n,” he rasps. his stomach gets coated with his sticky warm, chest heaving from his clattering heartbeat. he groans at the same time you nearly shriek, your moans borderline pornographic and so angelic to his ears.

“that felt so fucking good, pete,” you say. you sound like you’re out of breath. 

“i know that we both just came and it’s almost 2 am but i’m genuinely considering swinging over right now.”

“how about you leave now and i try for more rounds? if i make myself cum before you get here then i’m in control.”

peter smirks at your idea while cleaning himself up with his t-shirt. god, he’d probably be dead-tired by the time he has to wake up in the morning. but then he thinks of your face, how desperately he wants to see it fucked-out and full of bliss right in front of him. 

“you’re on.”

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exactly

the way i would bury my head between these thighs 😵‍💫

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Make it up

Peter Parker x reader//warnings; fluff, smut?,(written on my phone bare w me <3) ——

•for any peter parker, i originally had tom hollands in mind js))

Peter stammered into your room looking beyond disheveled. Patrolling was his excuse but you knew that was only part of it, tonight he had more rips than usual exposing him through his suit “What happened?” you say to him lunging over from your bed to him. It was like muscle memory, your boyfriend came in injured or exhausted and you were there to care for and soothe him as he did the same for you.

Taking care of Peter was a delight because of how touched starved he was; by the little noises he’d made when you cleaned him up, and anytime you cleansed a cut on his face he feels obliged to kiss you.

And no way you're that close and not gonna kiss those pretty lips. Tonight when he began telling you about his latest adventure he started to like the average, normal story.

He fought off a “bad guy” then caught him and left. “Can you elaborate Pete” you giggled coating your hands down his textured suit with cuts, rips, and stains? He was quiet for a moment you didn’t mind just continued cleaning any exposed areas “I had to drive to chase them” he murmured but you heard him clearly because of the distance that lacked between the two of you “Oh, were you okay?” you responded focused on one certain spot.

A slice on his left shoulder, Peter saw you weren’t catching on so he watched your expression carefully as he choose his next words “I couldn’t steal a car so…” he trailed off to you nodding.

A moment more of silence passed “It was your car.” he rasped. Your eyes widened instantly “YOU DROVE MY CAR?!” .There it is. Peter planned how he’d explain this to you, but everything he practiced was fading away now when you were here in from of him, not any better because he was just sitting there mute looking at you. Chocolate globes piercing into your faltered expression.

“PETER?!” you wouldn’t have been so concerned if he hadn’t have taken the web route and never took the time to learn to drive. Your car was probably totaled or at the bottom of the red sea because it was launched somehow. “It's okay I dropped it off” he explained “But?..” you replied knowing there was some consequence. “It kept goin after I parked it”

You blankly stared. “It fell off a cliff thing.” He dropped his head now like a scolded child waiting for your response, ‘you’d yell at him for sure’ is what when through his mind but you just went back to his arm tentatively cleaning as familiar silence fell over the room again.

“Not gonna say anything?” he picked at his cuticle; anxious “What do you want me to say?” you responded shortly not making him wait any longer. He nodded “I’m sorry baby”, shaking your head “S’ok I’ll get a new one” You had a slight pout; maybe it wasn’t so slight a full-on pout is what it was, and your eyes glossy from the tears threatening to spill that Peter couldn’t miss and when he noticed his heart broke, your car was a gift and he had just wrecked it “Not sure if they have cliff insurance” he wanted a laugh out of you, he got smirk that would work for now. “As long as you’re okay” you smiled gently. Of course you weren’t mad. Because that’s how amazing of a person you are, for Peter you were the perfect girlfriend and he knew he wasn’t deserving of you. An angel sent down from the heavens that ended up in most of his class periods each semester. The sight of you eagerly cleaning his wounds wouldn’t have him lasting at all. You were too delicate,too caring; a contrast to what he had been tonight and all he wanted to do what right his wrongs for the night, fix this mistake. The cuts and scrapes would heal in a few hours so the first-aid could hold off. Peter admired your care for him, but he didn’t need it.Not right now.He took your chin and bought your face closer kissing the corner of your mouth,then your lips “cmon Pete” you mumbled trying to focus on his arm “What r’you mad at me?” he questioned and you reply with a quiet no “So why can’t you kiss me, baby, I'm injured” he was giving the pout now. He wasn’t wrong so you gave in and kissed him; he deepens the kiss swiftly taking you by surprise, for someone who’s supposed to be winded. He rolled his erection into your side, you felt his breath fan against your neck making you sigh “Let me clean you up” you spoke softly yet sternly. “Don’t need it, need you” he pulled you closer fully pressing himself against you making him groan “P- he kissed from your collar bone to your ear lobe licking grazing his teeth “I want to have my way with you” his voice was gravely an octave deeper “Will you let me?”

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playing with fire

Peter Parker x reader

this can be any of the lovely spidermen btw, but I wrote this with tasm in mind my husband Andrew Garfield <3333 warnings:none

You were sat talking with MJ while watching the boys at the desks doing their experiment as you both spent your lab day off and talked about. “Him right there, that my man,” you said pridefully with a silly grin “That one? the nerd, didn’t think that was your type” Mj responded “That's my nerdy boy” you laughed watching him mix chemicals “He’s so cute” you said resting your face in your hands now, swooning over Peter just across the room from him. He could hear you of course. He had heightened senses so your not-so-quiet small talk sounded like you were a few inches away. He didn’t feel like he was eavesdropping since you could see each other, but sometimes when he hears you talking from another room he tries to tune you out in fear of violating your privacy, overstepping a boundary; what he was really worried about was if you talked shit about him because he admired you so much he couldn’t imagine he could get over it, but he’d never heard that once. Listening to you talk about how much you like him when you have no idea he can hear you was engrossing to Peter when you talked about him it made his heart spin and he felt warm, yet it was so invading. ”Look at him he’s so smart, he really is smart you know-ugh I love him,” you said a slight blush on your cheeks just from being so infatuated with Peter. His heart skipped a beat or six. He had a dropper full of a chemical that was accidentally left hovering over a beaker when he heard you say it. You loved him? He liked you a lot but he didn’t know you liked him that much and by the way, you sounded, how the L-word just rolled off your tongue you must say it a lot. After hearing you and analyzing what you said over and over the chemicals he left hovering made what was in the beaker set on fire. Everyone in the room looked over quickly at the burning flame in front of Peter. “Shit”

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discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

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