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Jealousy jealousy | Peter Parker x fem! reader

Summary: 3 times where Peter hears you fangirling over Spiderman and one time he finally explodes.

warnings: none.

a/n: enjoy and let me know if there's any mistakes please!:)

The first time, he overheard you talking to your friends, was an accident, he didn't on purpose it just happens every time he sees you, he has no control over his senses. And he doesn't realize he's eavesdropping until you say something that brings him back to reality.

“... I think he's hot.” whoa, were you talking about him? Nice. “I mean, have you seen how athletic he is?” fuck, it wasn't him. Yeah, he participates in P.E class but he has to pretend he isn't good at it so you or anyone else wouldn't get suspicious. So it couldn't be him.

Peter turned his face away from you, feeling insecure. You were dumping him? Who was this guy?

“Hey, what are we talking about?” One of your friends came to the table you and your friends were eating.

And of course, Peter needed to hear the name of the guy.

''I'm masochistic?''

“Spider man!” You exclaimed with a smirk on your face making your friends groan. His heart stopped for a second. “Again?” Your friend rolled playfully her eyes to you. And you nodded with your head cheerily.

Peter felt his body relax at your words. So you like Spider man uh? Only if you knew Spider man likes you too.

The second time, the two of you are in his room, he sitting at his desk doing homework while you are doing yours in his bed. Well, you got bored doing the homework so now you were just rambling stuff about your classes, your friends, and...

“Hey, have you heard about Spider man?” Peter's body froze. “You know, the Superhero.” He hums in agreement, incapable to make a comment. “I heard some people show up at the crime scenes just to watch him in action.” And Peter dislike that people, they could get hurt and they didn't even care, and for what? just to watch him? “Yeah, that's crazy.” He expected you to agree with him, but you were quiet. “That's crazy, right?” He turns his chair to look at you, but you were avoiding his eyes. “... I don't know, to be honest, I would like to watch him in person too, even a glimpse of him.” Now he was seeing red. Why would you do that? Why would you put your life in danger for someone who you don't even know? Why would you do that for Spider man?

He couldn't help but feel a hole in his chest, it was a heavy and ugly feeling, he had never felt something like that. Jealousy. “What’s so good about him, anyway?” Peter muttered, turning himself, and ignoring the smile that crept across your face.

The third time, you were getting ready to hang out with your friends at the new coffee shop, doing your makeup you saw Peter through the mirror leaning against the doorframe of your room.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” your teasing smile sent butterflies to his stomach. “Why would I want a picture? If I have you all for myself.” He came closer to you from behind your back, placing kisses on your naked shoulder. “Oh, you're lucky that I haven't met Spider man then.” He stopped kissing your shoulder “Please, go with him if you like him so much” You turned your face to him. “I'm kidding Pete, I already have you and I love you so much.” You squeezed his hand. “Also, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't notice me, I bet he dates models”

He didn't know why he was more upset, you doubting how beautiful you are or assuming that Spider man wouldn't notice you. But you were wrong in both assumptions.

“You are the fucking prettiest girl I've ever met and anyone would be so lucky to share the same oxygen you breathe because I know I am.” And he smashed your lips, it was a passive-aggressive kiss. “I'm lucky too.”

And the one time he finally explodes, Peter was resting in his bed after a long night patrol when you crossed the door excitedly.

“PETER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT” Oh, sure he did. “What happened, love?” He played fool. “So, remember when you dropped me at the corner of the street? Well, guess what!?” You made it a short pause not giving him the chance to respond “SPIDER MAN WAS THERE TOO” He gasped. “No way!” You grabbed your phone and unlocked it “AND HE GAVE ME FLOWERS. NOT JUST THAT, TULIPS, MY FAVORITES” You showed him the photos of you and your tulips, you looked so happy and that makes him happy too. “He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends” He half-joked. You laughed “Maybe after all you have a rival” He wasn't smiling anymore “I mean, who gifts tulips to a complete stranger? Maybe he likes me? OH MY GOD, SPIDER MAN LIKES ME! WOULD YOU IMAGINE US TOGE-” “Babe, I'm Spider man!” Peter cuts you off. He couldn't stand anymore hear you falling for Spider man. But how would you react? Would you hate him for keeping it secret?

“I knew it!” He was shocked “Wait, what?” you shrugged “Honey, you aren't that subtle.” Now, if you knew it, why you had never told anything to him? “I never told you anything because I kind of enjoy you being like this and I want to know how much you could take it before admitting you were jealous and you were Spider man.” Peter blushed “I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about me.” You winked at him “Oh, jealousy looks good on you.”

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It Would've Been Fun, If You Would've Been The One.

requested off this prompt list, i changed it up some to flow better with the story, but same idea. (i am on my period and off an edible but i fucking cried writing this. sometimes we have to leave things behind and it's hard and fucking sucks.)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst/SAD

Summary: you love peter, he doesn't love you, he loves his girlfriend.

Word Count: 3k

Women support women. 

Unless that woman is Katie Klournox, then women do not support all women. 

Her head is thrown back while she laughs, it’s a delicate laugh. It’s a laugh you could overhear at the booth next to you in the restaurant and smile at. There was something so innocent in the sound, a twinkle of real joy, it was utterly contagious. 

At least it has to be, because Peter seems like he’s thinking the exact same thing while he looks over her. Proud of how he’s made her laugh, her hand grips at his bicep, painted, ringed hands clutched his jacket. She leans into him, her joy takes over the space. 

You nearly choke on it. 

Peter can’t contain it, cuteness overload, how did he get so lucky? He pressed a kiss to her temple, “Wasn’t that funny, was it?” You followed her hand with your eyes as they rested on his chest, she leaned up, his lips followed, he placed another on her cheek. 

Katie’s flush matched Peter’s lip color. 

“I have never laughed so much in my life, I swear.” 

Peter wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in, he rolls his eyes at her remark. “One of these days I’m gonna get a massive ego and you’re going to wonder where it came from.” Katie poked his side, he giggled. “Never, if you get a massive ego on me I’m gonna be the proudest girlfriend ever.” 

The title stung every time you heard it. 

Peter moves to pull at her waist, you can’t help but watch and dare to imagine if it was you. He pulls her in slowly, you watch each second scared to blink, you didn’t dare miss it. His lips rested on hers, she fluttered her eyes shut, you watched as they both smiled for a moment before pulling away. 

It’s been ten minutes and they haven’t acknowledged your existence, you can’t remember why you opted out of Flash’s offer for lunch. 

You assume you’re a masochist, nothing like self torture. 

Peter whispers something and she slaps his chest, you watch her carefully. She’s happy, and so is Peter. 

You can’t decide if you hate her because you want to be her, or because she was braver than you were. 

Peter could’ve been yours, he was yours. You had him and lost him, best friends from the start, and instead of coming clean you watched as another girl scooped him up and you couldn’t even hate her for it. 

You hated how good she was for Peter. 

It made you sick how good Peter was for her. 

It’s been fifteen minutes, they’re lost in their own language and smiles. You’re not even hungry, you stand and no one says a word. 

As you calmly walk away a part of you wonders that if even for a second, did either of them notice you sitting there? Either answer is just as unsettling. 

—-----------------------

Saturdays are for the boys. 

That was the joke, anyway. It was actually you and Peter hanging out but it’s been a while, at first you were able to ignore the fact he was dating Katie, you could just pretend that wasn’t real and dream about mutual pining like it was before he met Katie. But then Katie started coming too, an invite from Peter each week started to leave a sour taste in your mouth. 

It was your day. 

You had Saturdays, she had the rest. 

It was the one day you could pretend that this was an alternate universe where she never existed, but now she had to watch someone kiss Peter in the kitchen, and on the couch, and that one fucking time you caught them in his room, the time where his shirt was off and hands on her bra, the first time you ever felt a piece of your heart die. 

You tested the waters a few weeks ago, a simple text. 

‘Can’t make it tonight.’

He read it, he just never replied. You assume he meant to but got interrupted by his girlfriend calling, or texting, or sitting on his lap. 

Peter never asked about it either, you stopped going after that. 

He hasn’t mentioned it. 

—--------------

You were a woman of routine. 

Peter always stopped by your locker in the morning, until he didn’t show up one day. He didn’t say anything about it either, like the thought never crossed his mind, you weren’t the priority, Katie was. 

Sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t encouraged him what could’ve happened. You just remembered how excited he was, the pure joy burned into his face when he was hit on, when he was asked on a date. 

They shared a computer science class, she was two people down on his right, one day she stopped him after class and asked if he wanted to go out with her. He was so ecstatic, the hot girl in his class asked him out. 

You couldn’t help yourself, he was too happy. He wanted this and you told him to go for it, she was able to get there first. It was a race you didn’t know you were competing in, and you couldn’t match the energy. There was no point in discouraging him because you couldn’t build any yourself. 

But you told him to do it, and now he has a girlfriend and his girlfriend actually genuinely loves him. You bring yourself back and can’t help but wonder if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? 

—----------------------

It’s been a month of no contact with Peter. 

Was a part of it you not wanting to see them be miserably happy? Yes. 

Was it also part of Peter not trying to keep you in his life either? Yes. 

You thought it would be harder, and it was at first. But then the realization came. 

You had no one to blame but yourself, you couldn’t be mad at Katie for doing what you couldn’t and you couldn’t blame Peter for going after it, and you sure couldn’t blame either of them for being a happy couple. 

You could blame yourself for being scared, you could blame yourself for being bitter, you could blame yourself for hoping it crashes and burns so Peter has no other option but to come crawling back. 

Alone in your room you realized all of the blame fell entirely on you, and you had no one to share it with. 

If it weren’t for class you would forget the way his voice sounded, sometimes you wish it could forget the way he says Katie’s name, like it’s his favorite word. You nod and hum while pretending to listen, you don’t care to learn more about her than you have too, you’re scared you’ll like her too much. You count back in your head when the last time either of you have had a real conversation, you feel sick when you can’t remember. You shake your head and blink when Peter snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. 

He laughs, “Are you even listening?” 

You blink blankly, “Honestly? No.” 

Peter’s shoulders slump, “Oh.” 

You feel bad. You’re sick with self pity but still want him to feel better. 

Love is a sick monster. 

“I’m sorry, Pete. I’m just out of it today, say it again?” 

You smile at how his eyes light up, it dies when he begins to speak. 

“Ok! So Katie was telling me-” 

You look at him and nod, instead you’re thinking about wanting to lie and bed and never get out of it again. 

—---------------

You should miss Peter more but you don’t. 

You miss how it used to be with Peter, how Peter used to be with you but how it is now there was no point to miss him. 

If you were to hangout with him the conversation or attention always falls back on Katie, and the part that sucks the most is you can’t blame him at all. Because if he was yours you would only wish he’d act the same. 

Is it wrong of you to dodge Peter? Maybe, but you also didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with him much anymore. 

That’s why you’ve been ignoring his calls. 

You watch his contact photo appear, you count the vibrations and watch as the screen falls black. It’s lit with his face again, after the third round you finally pick up. 

“Hello?” 

“You’re hard to get a hold of, you know that?” 

Funny he says that, he hasn’t called or texted first in over a month. 

“I’ve been busy, what do you need?” 

Straight to the point, on Peter’s end he furrows his brows. You know he’s not calling to chat. 

“Can you come over? I need you for something.” 

It shouldn’t make your heart race but it does, he’s choosing you over her for once. Unless she’s busy, but you refuse to think about that, he’s choosing you, you’re sure of it. 

“Now?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

He did choose you over her. 

But only because it involved something she didn’t know about. 

You’ve never heard silence quite this loud before, his bathroom is so empty of sound the reminisce drops of his earlier shower echo on the tile of his shower. You hold his skin taught as you pull the needle and thread through, you hear him hiss and can’t help the sadist in you as you tug tighter. 

He’s called you over to help patch him up. Not because he chose you but because you were his closest means of service, you had a tugging suspicion he knows you’ll do anything for him and he’s using that to his advantage right now. 

Normally you’d ask him what happened and tell him he needs to be more careful, this time you didn’t even say hello. You saw what he wanted immediately, what was understood didn’t need to be explained. 

Peter can’t stand the silence, he breaks it. 

“I know it’s late, were you doing anything?” 

The question makes something ache in you. It’s Saturday, it was your day once upon a time, doesn’t he remember? You never replaced the day, instead you sat at home and did something for yourself, a new hobby or even setting the day away to hang out on social media, projecting yourself into other people’s life. 

“No.” You counted four more stitches, then you could leave. 

“I would’ve called Kate, It’s just, you know.” He lets out a dry laugh. 

You settle your movements for a moment, he admitted what you knew but didn’t want to entirely admit. He asked you not because he wanted you, not because you’ve done this a million times before, not because you’re his best friend, not because he missed you. 

But because you weren’t her. 

You stay silent until you’re done. You’re calculated in your movements, you pull your gloves off, wrap the needle in them and toss them. Normally you’d wipe it off and patch it, he can do it himself. You stand calmly and walk around him. 

He waits until you’re in his room, he notices you gathering your things to leave, he stops you confusingly. 

“Thanks, by the way.” 

You nod. 

“Wanna stay? We can hang out if you want, Kates coming over at nine but-” 

There’s no need to let him finish what he considers an offer. 

“No, I’m just gonna head home.” 

He pauses, he can’t recall when there’s been this much tension before. He thinks before trying again. 

“You can get some pizza if you want, I haven’t ate yet today and Kate-” 

You squeeze your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose. You shoot the words out, venomously and quickly, almost amazed you have to spell them out for him. 

“I don’t think we should be friends anymore, Peter.” 

He looks down. 

He plays with his fingers. 

He breathes slowly. 

He blinks with tears in his eyes. 

He whimpers the words quietly, you have to search to hear them. 

“I know.” 

You bite at your cheek and nod. 

You know he knows now, he’s let you slip away and you know it. It was a mutual break up, you just didn’t know until now. 

“You know?” 

He knows what you’re referring to, he sighs and sits on the side of his bed. They say break ups are bad, imagine losing your best friend because you don’t love her how she wants. 

“Yeah.” 

You cross your arms, you look towards the door and imagine bolting. You can’t afford to lose the closure. 

“How long?” 

Peter sniffles and runs a hand through his hair, “I think after that saturday you canceled, I just had this feeling and the more I talked about Kate the more it sunk in.”

“It was hard, Peter. It was really hard. I couldn’t bear being around you, but I couldn’t bear being without you. I was watching myself lose you in real time, I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” 

The conformation hit Peter, he was right. The one time he didn’t want to be right and he was, he was holding out on one last line of hope that he had it all wrong, that this wouldn’t have to end with losing you. 

“I don’t want to be right this time, Y/N. Tell me it’s not true.” He doesn’t know how to be a friend without you. 

You smile sadly, you both have tears in your eyes. 

“I’m in love with you, Peter Parker. And you don’t love me back, there’s no other way this works.” You blink a tear down your face. 

Peter blinks out his own, his voice cracks. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

This isn’t how it should be, it should be different. But neither of you are sure who should change their mind. 

You shake your head, you give a teary smile and blink more tears away. 

“Don’t be. You loved me the best way you could and I can never forget that.” 

Peter cracks. He sobs, his chest carries broken cries. “I don’t know how to be without you.” 

You cry just as hard, “I don’t know either.” 

He wipes tears and breaths shakily. You follow suit. 

“But we’ll figure it out.” 

He nods, he has no words. He can’t offer you anything and knows it. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m ending this with resentment. I really like her, Peter, and I really wished I didn’t. It would make hating her a lot easier, and you’re good for her and she’s good for you and I get why you love her and I understand why she loves you. I just can’t watch you love someone the way I love you and know it will never be me.” 

He wants to apologize for not loving you how you want. 

“Can I have a hug before you go?” It’s all he wants, he just needs to feel safe for one last second. 

You oblique, you lean into him one last time. His skin is warm and flush, you forgot how sturdy he felt. His hands spread across your back, you close your eyes and melt into his touch. You can feel him one last time, it feels better savoring the moment. You miss every time you’ve taken his presence for granted. You wish you could replay a movie night one more time, or a bunk bed sleepover one more time. A grilled cheese and scrabble night, a night before May’s birthday, cake making night, just one more night where you were able to both forget how things are now. 

You pull away and smile at him, it’s going to get harder the longer you wait. 

Peter misses the days you both lived in delusion, always praying on hidden hope. He misses that secretive privacy with you, he wants one more with you. 

A lie you’ll both share. 

He catches you at the door, “Hey, you think maybe after some time we can get over this and go back to normal?” 

You turn and give a small smile. 

One last secret. 

“Maybe.” 

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Hello! Y’all requested more sub!peter sooo.

Summary: You are pissed, pissed is an understatement, Peter did the mission without you.

CW: Dom!Reader x Sub!Peter, hair pulling, masochism, sadism, electric massager~, pussy eating, cum eating, Pet names (pretty boy, good boy) , Dom names (mistress and ma’am), degradation ,overstimulation, oh! And Typos <3

I’m going to kill him, is what you thought. You kicked open the door to his room, to see a frantic Peter.

“Oh.. hi sweetheart? Uhm..w-what’s up?” Your eyes narrowed at his sheepish smile. “You know what, Peter.” Your arms crossed, your feet tapped lightly. Your anger boils when you see him simply shrug his shoulders at your questions.

“You went on the mission, without me!”

“Oh.. that..”

“Yeah ‘oh that’” you mocked, “We are a fucking team remember? We’re all we fucking have! You can’t just shit behind my back, that’s not how this works!” You huffed, you were now towering over Peter as he stared at you, you watched as a knot formed in his throat, his eyes softened to pacify you.

“I-I’m sorr-“

“Don’t give a stupid apology you don’t mean, Pete!” Peter’s eyes drift away from yours, without thinking you grip his hair to pull his face up to face yours again, a moan slips through his lips before his face flushes.

“Did you just fuckin’ moan?” You searched his face for answers as he gnawed at his lip, “N-no of cour’ no-“ you tug his hair again, you watch as his eyes close in delight as he groans.

“You’re a little masochist aren’t ya, Pete?” You whisper in delight, you smile as you watch him try to hide his excitement. “N-no! That’s not what..”

“Then what is it? Hm?” Peter was silent, “What? Can’t speak now?” You tug on his hair softly, his only reply pathetic whimper.

“Well Peter, I think you should be punished for what you did today.”

“Punished?”

“Mmhm, do you want that? To be punished?”

“..yes”

“You’re gonna do what I say then, everything I say, Pete.”

Peter nodded, his doe eyes made you warm.

“If you really don’t want to do something or want to stop, say ‘pineapple’ okay?” You gripped his chin to make sure his eyes stayed trained on yours as he nodded once more.

“I need verbal communication, baby boy”

“Y-yes I understand”

“Good boy! On the bed, now.”

Peter’s jittery movements made you want to fuck him right on the spot you bit your lip as you observed him quickly sit on the bed, waiting for his next orders like a dog.

“Strip.”

Peter’s movements are slow, eyeing to see if you’d do the same as you took a seat in the chair he was previously occupying. “A-are you going to-?”

“I don’t question me, Parker. Do what you’re told.” You spit out, and watch as his cheeks flush, his pace speeding up. Soon he’s naked in front of you, twiddling his thumbs as he stares at the ground.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already hard? God, you’re pathetic, y’know?”

“I bet you’ve had a hard-on since I started yelling at you, hm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“N-no..t not true.”

“Peter, don’t lie to me.”

Peter’s lips are pressed into a thin line, “Mm, that’s what I thought. Open your legs for me, Pete.”

“Yes, mis-“ The words caught in Peter’s throat, his eyes wide as they stared like he’d been caught.

“It’s okay if ya wanna call me mistress or ma’am, Pete. I don’t mind.”

“Y-yes mistress.” As his legs opened his cock bounced up and tapped his stomach, red and leaking already.

You sit up, sauntering over to him, “Do you want me to touch you?” Your hands ghost over his thighs, making him jump slightly, you chuckle at how sensitive he is.

“Yes.. please. “

“Oh, and he has manners” your hands trace up his thighs all the way to his cock, and your finger pushes down on the tip, Peter whines as his face scrunches. “So so so sensitive.” Your hands slide down his shaft, pumping slowly as you watch his face contorted in pleasure.

“God- that- mmhn!” Peter’s voice cracked, “Coming undone so soon?” His hips stuttered as your hands sped up. “Sh-shut up!” You mockingly gasp, slapping his thigh, hard, earning a hiss from him.

“Tell me to shut up again, I'll make sure you’ll regret it.”

You licked his ear as you spoke, pulling away once you felt him shiver. You hum as you feel his breath grow erratic as he tries to fuck himself faster into your hands. “ Such a fucking pervert, bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Peter whines as you talk, lifting his hips to match your strokes, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. “Please- fuck! Mm- I’m- hnn!”

“Your? Hm?”

“G-gonna c-cu..”

“You haven’t earned it yet, beg and I might let you cum.”

“Please! P-please! M-mistress! I ca-cant hold on much longer- plea-“ Peter’s breath hitched as his movements became sloppier, “I’m sososo..hhnn! I’m so clo-ose!!” Peter’s eyes shut tight as he attempted to speak more.

“Go on, cum.”

“T-tha-mm!Than-..yo-!” Peter’s body shakes before he can properly thank you, his cum comes up in thick ropes covering your hands and his stomach in long lines, he pants as he lays back, trying to catch his breath.

“You didn’t say thank you.” You frown, you stand before walking out the room, Peter can’t be bothered to lift his head, as you come back.

“M-mm s-sorr- for not thankin-ah!” Peter’s cock twitches as your hands stroke his dick slowly. “Pl-mm hold on, it's still sensitive.”

You say nothing as you turn on your secret weapon, Peter’s head perks up as he hears the buzz. “Y-your not-!” You smirk as you inch the massage head closer to his tip. “Lay back down.” You lightly press the vibe to his tip, he squeals his head thrown back.

“M-Mmis- ohh!” His hips pressed into the bed in a failed attempt to move away from the vibration.

“Aww is it too much for you?” You cooed, you pressed the vibe harder into his tip, holding his shaft gingerly. His body tries to jerk away but you keep him trapped with your hands. “Mm-Mhn! Ah-! T-too much..!“ his whines made you turn up the vibration, his breath became shallow as you watch him drift,

“S-ahh..ngh.”

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?”

You snatch the vibe away, Peter’s guttural moans filled the air as he cums, his hands grip the sheets as his whole body spasms. His arms shield his face as he tries to gain his breath back, you take the downtime to get undressed by the time he sits up your naked.

“What? Never seen a girl naked before?”

“I- no! I- I have!” He stammered, “You're just very.. cute”, his hands running up your sides, “Flattering me will get you nowhere, spider..hands to your side.”

“It’s n-not..I’m..not!” his hands squeeze you before resting them by his side, “I-I mean it…”

You smile before climbing on his lap, “Be a darling and help me line myself up with your dick.”

“Y-yes ma’am..” his shaky hands held his dick as his face turned red, you could tell he wanted to touch you again, but couldn’t find the words to ask as you slowly inched down onto his cock.

“Ooh..you’re so big, Pete” you close your eyes as you attempt to lift up again, Peter whines as you move, his hands hovering above your hips. “Mistress!Pleaseplease can I t-touch you! Please!” Peter’s pleading sent dopamine to your brain.

“Mm, S-since, fuck.. you asked so nicely” Peter’s hands grip your hips, hard. As you picked up speed, soon the room was filled with your panting and Peter’s moans.

“You f-fill me so well, Pete. God- I-I’m-“ your hips stuttered as that familiar pressure built in your stomach, “Ah-.. fuckfuckfuck..mm” your ass grinds down his cock as you inch closer.

“M-mi-m-! M-may I…I cum I-in you? please!” Peter babbles as his eyes closed, “Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” Your hands lay on his hands as his eyes hang low as they stare at you. “Yeah, t-there we are, g-good boy, ready to cum? H-hm?” Peter’s head nods rapidly, his eyebrows knit together trying to stay focused on your words. You rub your clit furiously as your head tilts back as you cum, “Mm- cum for me, Peter! Hhn-“ you hear Peter whine before sloppily thrusting into you, soon you’re filled with warmth as his semen pumps into you, you both pant catching your breath. You stand up letting his cock and cum fall out of you, before you start looking for your discarded clothes

“I-..can I eat you out?” Peter’s voice is a whisper, you look back at him as he rubs the back of his neck. “You literally just came in me, and you wanna eat me out?”

Peter’s face eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Uhm? Yeah?” His head cocks to the side, you chuckle.

“Who am I to stop you?” You climb back on the bed, laying on your back. His hands slid down your legs as you opened them. “Y-you’re..so gorgeous mm” Peter licks a long stride up your pussy, you shiver groaning. “Oh holy shit, Pete.” His mouth sucks on your clit before sliding through your folds, your hands grip his hair pushing him harder into your pussy.

“Dud-fuck..mm- wh-who knew…hol- sh-!” Your eyes closed as he motorboats your pussy, “Oh-!” His mouth sucks on your clit again as he adds two fingers in your hole, “Fuck! Yesyesyes! Holyshityouresogood-“ Peter groans as you tug tighter on his hair, his fingers pick up speed as you arch back. “Mm- good boy!Yesyes-right the-there..!!” Both of your hand's lace through his hair as you.

“Fuck- I-I’m..hngh..Peter don’t stop-!” You seize as you cum., giving his hair a final pull as he moans into you. He tongues your hole cleaning you out before he pulls away, his face messy pussy juice smeared all over his hands and mouth, makes you horny all over again.

“Did I do good?” Peter’s puppy dog eyes flashed you, you grinned. “You did more than good, c’mere.” You sit up as you pull him into a kiss.

“I-..uhm can we do this again sometime?”

“Oh? Do you really think this was a one-time thing? After that pussy eating you’re never getting away from me”

#tasm!peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker oneshot #tasm smut #tasm fic #mcu!peter x reader #spider man x you #spider man x y/n #mcu!peter smut #dom!reader #sub!peter parker #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman

[notevenherebroo]

Poe AI Masterlist Part 1

Miguel O’Hara Feat. ATSV

Miguel In The Backseat

Miguel as Venom

Miguel’s Journal

Peter and Miguel 3sum

Rio and Jeff 3sum

Fruit Rollup w/ Miguel

“Silly Guy” O’Hara

Miguel as a Bath and Body Works Employee

Patrick O’Hara

Fem Miguel O’Hara

Actor Miguel O’Hara

Slasher Miguel

Roommate Miguel

You Are Miguel’s Toxic Ex

Dom Miguel

Benjamin Riley’s Wristussy

Drive Thru Miguel

Sugar Daddy Miguel

Spider Noir’s Wristussy

Peter B. Parker Wristussy

Miguel O’Hara’s Wristussy

Incubus Miguel

You as Peter’s Pizza Delivery Guy

Dilf Miguel

Miguel Crashes Your Wedding

Miguel’s Massage

Sub Miguel

Heartbroken Miguel

Peter and Miguel Poly

Stripper Miguel

Stalker Miguel

SpiderNoir x Jazz Singer User

Rio Morales

Masochist Miguel

Hey Mr. O’Hara!

Good Boy Miguel

Dominant Miguel

Miguel’s Honkers

Miguel’s Honkers (Reversed)

Miguel In The Mirror

Desperate Miguel

Snooze With Miguel

#miguel o'hara #character ai #poe ai #ai bots #spider man: across the spider verse

[superpineappleenthusiast]

so we all know that the internet has gone FERAL for Miguel O’Hara (coleydoesthings on youtube made a whole video about it) and his ass but i just want to talk about the little corner where we ship him with Peter B Parker and can i just saw the characterisation differences are hilarious. i think it can be best put by a tag i saw of a miguel/peter fic: i’m sick of the tiktoks where miguel is characterized as a bug scawy twue dom, the man is a masochistic switch with a thirst for being railed

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #astv #peter b parker #spider dads

[arrthurpendragon]

I’ve literally been wanting to gush about my OCs for like ever especially Renzo, my self-indulgent marvel OC and their relationship with Peter Parker. Like they have such a close bond forged through the connection that only daddy issues and shared trauma can provide. They’re over dramatic, extremely co-dependent, and would literally die for each other and in my story they’ve straight up have. Both of them are repressed as all hell when talking about their real feelings for each other and would rather dance this masochistic tango where they’d rather pretend that the other would be better off with someone else than themselves and that “they’d never feel the same way about me…”

Like they’re basically the epitome of this

where Peter knows how to reign Renzo in and is usually one of the few people who can keep Renzo from absolutely killing someone. To where Renzo tries to bring his self-esteem up and tries to get him to stop being so self-sacrificial because “how is you being dead going to help people?????” I also love how their relationship has parallels to Renzo’s dad, Bucky’s relationship with Steve. How they’ve known each other for forever, and are BFFs and are straight up giving Bucky and Steve war flashbacks with how they act with each other. Like you know Steve and Bucky keep halfway expecting to hear them say to each other “I’m with you until the end of the line…” I could go on but I think that I’m already bothering you enough

D'awwww!!! These two sound so so cute! And the parallel? *chef's kiss*

All the best as you continue to create! :)

#berry🍒

[notroosterbradshaw]

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

💜💗

G, thanks for the Q, darling heart! I love answering stuff like this!

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

It was actually my MCU days, but the fic is deleted and never to be found, ha! It was a Peter Parker fic and the death that surrounds him. iirc up to May's.

But if we're talking current fandom, it's It’s Only My Heart (Save Yourself). I loved writing this fic, I love writing angst and heavy arguments, especially when you see two people who loved each other so deeply and the fallout of that years later... at Rooster's wedding.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Ha. Same dude. He's had so much suffering in his life, what's another fic? Masochist at heart, I suppose! I don't think you'd pick it from what I'm normally write, but when I want the worst for a character, I'm only pleased when they are at their absolutely lowest (sidenote: I would never, ever allow I know to be treated in similar, toxic situations and am thankful I don't see this kind of drama in my real life).

fanfic ask meme

#asks answered #rooster angst #rooster #rooster x reader

[weresodiscxnnected]

Relationships: Peter Parker x Original Female Character Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries Word count: 1800 Notes: I'm back! Finally. I thought I'd have time to write and post more during summer but I was wrong. I moved back to my home country after studying five months in UK. Settling back took some time and having hundred things lined up after moving back doesn't help either, even if they're spread across the month. I'm still not promising regular posting, just posting more often.

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Chapter 8

A Bark, a thump, and a scream. Peter jolts up from his bed and almost trips over his sheets while running towards the door, stopping when he realises that he is still wearing his suit. How out he was last night, ending up going to bed still in his suit. Peter’s head pounds while he strips his suit off. Did he hit his head? He kicks the suit under his bed, grabs a pair of sweatpants from the chair, and pulls them on before opening his door.

“Jesus, what happened to your face?” comes a gasp from the kitchen. It takes Peter a moment to understand the scene opening in front of his eyes. Melissa crouched near the window cleaning a broken plant pot, her favourite monstera laying on the floor with the soil and broken pieces, a giant golden retriever sitting on the sofa, paws dark from the soil; the dog looks at Peter with big brown eyes, tongue out like he was smiling. Annoyed-looking Loki, in Cindy’s arms, grey from the soil on his back, and Cindy stares at Peter’s face in shock.

Peter lifts his eyebrow and turns around to look from the hallway mirror. The right side of his face is swollen and bruised; his eye is barely open.

“Kick-boxing”, Peter shrugs, and Melissa snaps her head towards Peter.

“I thought it was martial arts, Karate-kid.”

“It’s mixed martial arts, sometimes kick-boxing” Peter coughs and walks up to the freezer to get something cold for his swollen face. More he thinks about it; he has no memory of what happened last night. He remembers being on his way home and climbing on a roof, but that’s about it. He didn’t know how he got home or how he got his face bruised up so severely.

“You should tell your training buddy to ease up” Cindy brushes soil off Loki’s back before letting the cat go. The cat immediately jumps off the kitchen island and runs to his cat tree, hiding in the hammock. Melissa gets up with a full trash bag and a sigh. The bigger ceramic shards were cleaned, only leaving the soil and broken roots to be hoovered.

“What’s the fun in that” Peter laughs and wraps a bag of frozen peas into a tea towel. He presses the towel against his cheek, and the burning soreness eases in seconds. He circles to sit on the bar stools.

“So you like having a broken nose and possibly fractured cheekbone. You must be a big masochist then,” Melissa says, throwing the bag she was holding into the trash and turning to look at Peter.

“My nose is not broken.”

Melissa rolls her eyes and moves in front of Peter, pointing to his face and asking his permission to take a better look. Confused, Peter nods and lets the girl move the towel off his face.

Carefully, Melissa places her hand on Peter’s bruised cheek and the other under his chin, tilting his face slightly. Her finger brushes over the cheek with light pressure, making Peter hiss from the pain. Her fingers are cool, not cold, and they feel good against Peter’s skin, making him forget the pain. The boy resists the urge to lean against her hand. He’s not worried about his injuries, knowing they’ll be healed before tomorrow.

“Did your friend smack your face against the wall or something?” The girl jokes, moving to examine Peter’s nose, and Peter just hums. He wishes he knew what happened to him.

The boy stares at Melissa’s face while she tries to figure out if his nose is broken or not. They had never been this close, and he had never noticed the freckles on Melissa’s nose and cheeks. She had specks of gold in her chocolate brown eyes. He can smell the blueberry shampoo she uses, making his chest tingle. Peter feels like he’s in some euphoric trans before a sharp pain hits him, making him jump as Mellissa mutters a small sorry while pulling away from Peter.

“Well, your nose is indeed broken, but the good news is that your cheekbone is not fractured,” the girl says, placing the towel back to his face. Slowly Peter wraps his fingers around the bag, and Melissa lets go of it. Melissa turns around to grab the hoover from its loading deck.

“How do you know?” Peter asks.

“I’ve seen my fair share of broken noses and fractured cheekbones”, Melissa shrugs, “Also, if it were broken, you would’ve screamed when I added pressure”. The girl hovers, making the dog run into the hallway, trying to hide under Loki’s cat tree.

“Thor! Don’t you dare to knock that over as well!” Cindy yells over the hoover, marching towards the hallway and pulling Thor away from the tree. Lecturing the dog, Cindy drags him into the bathroom to clean his feet. Peter’s eyes move from Thor and Cindy to Melissa, who tries desperately to hoover the soil out of the living room rug.

“Let me” Peter jumps out of his seat and moves the coffee table, giving Melissa better access to the rug. The girl thanks him and flashes a smile, continuing her work.  

Soon Thor runs back into the living room again, almost knocking Peter over when he jumps against him, holding a red ball in his mouth.

“Hi, buddy” Peter smiles and scratches the dog behind his ear before sinking onto the sofa with the dog. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the big scary vacuum cleaner”, the boy whispers into the dog’s ear.

“Hey, Peter, what are you doing on Thanksgiving?” Cindy appears from the hallway. Peter freezes. He hadn’t even thought about Thanksgiving; it was his second without Aunt May or his friends. Last year he had been still deep into processing everything. He didn’t even realise that Thanksgiving had gone by.

“Um, nothing. I don’t have a family to spend it with,” He whispers the last part hoping the girls won’t hear it. Melissa had stopped hoovering and put the machine back in its place, now trying to find a big enough vase for the Monstera on the floor.

“We’re having a Friendsgiving in Harley’s place. If you want to join. We need someone to bring the mashed potatoes”, Cindy plops down onto the armchair.

“I’m not a cook”, Peter mumbles, scratching his neck, and Melissa laughs.

“Pretty sure Cindy is buying a pre-cooked turkey that needs to be heated, Harley asked his neighbour to make the stuffing and gravy, and Harry is bringing canned cranberry sauce and orders the casserole. I’m buying the pie. None of us is a cook, sweetheart.”

“Well, okay then, I’d love to join”, Peter nods, smiling.

“Great, it’s the Thanksgiving of the Abandoned and Orphaned” Melissa claps her hands, making Cindy shake her head.

“You have a mother.”

“And we don’t talk about her. That’s why I said abandoned.”

***

After a while, Peter left the living room, leaving Cindy and Melissa to discuss the Thanksgiving plans further. He needed to go through the materials from last night; he needed answers about what had happened, why his face was bruised, and his mind blank like a canvas.

Peter picks up his suit under his bed, taking the small camera off the chest. He pops out the lid only to find out that the slot for a memory card is empty. He swears he double-checked the card before leaving. He then starts to look for his backpack. Tossing his sheets and piles of clothing, searching every nook and cranny of his room only to realise it was nowhere to be found.

“Shit, shit, shit”, he curses, throwing himself on the bed. If his backpack was gone, so was his work since his camera was there.

He grabs the suit, relieved to find his phone still in the inside pocket. He checks the tracking app hoping it had tracked his last night's route, making a mental note to add a tracker to his backpack. West Queens, why he had been west queens the previous night. He remembers tracking a suspicious-looking car speeding through the area that ended up being a bunch of drunk teens. He just called the cops and webbed the tires so they can’t drive away before the cops show up. He then decided to move closer to home and end the night, but something caught his eye on the opposite roof.

The app shows that he had switched sides of the road and gone circles on a building before his route came back home. But it doesn’t come back the shortest path, which would be on top of the buildings and yards, but it follows the road like he had come back in a car. Lifting an eyebrow, he gets back up, walks to his window, and opens it. It shows that he had stopped in front of the building before circling it to the street at the back of the building. He must have come through the window like always, but why he had first stopped in front of the building.

To Peter’s disappointment, his backpack wasn’t on the fire escape either. He sighs and closes the window, biting his lip. He walks out of his room awkwardly, stopping at the doors to the living area.

“Do you happen to see my black backpack?” He asks.

“No”, Melissa shakes her head.

“Fucking great”, Peter sighs, walking further into the hallway to check if he has left it on with other bags and shoes near the front door.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa has gotten up from the sofa and leaning into the door frame, arms crossed on her chest.

“My camera is there; my yesterday’s work is there. I have no pictures of Spiderman for Monday if I don’t find it. I might as well just kiss goodbye for my work because I don’t have a camera,” Peter explains, making Melissa’s face drop. Peter looks at the girl, confused.

“You-you were working last night?” Melissa swallows.

“I mean, earlier in the evening, I followed Spiderman around, taking a few pictures, but then left for my kickboxing training.”

“Oh, okay”, Melissa squints at Peter, making Peter now feel uneasy, like he had been caught in a lie.

“You know what, I must’ve just left the backpack at the gym” Peter tries to brush it off and sprint into his room to hide before he says something that’ll expose him.

Melissa walks back to the sofa, paler than before and looks at Cindy, who asks what’s wrong.

“I might have fucked up last night. There’s a chance Peter saw me last night when he was taking pictures of Spiderman, " Melissa whispers.

“What?”

“He was lying about everything there. Why would he lie about his work unless he knows something? Why was he so uneasy when I asked him about working last night?” Melissa panics.

“But you were wearing a mask?” Cindy looks at Melissa.

“I need to call Wade”, Melissa ignores her friend jumping back up and marching into her room.

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[buckybeardreams]

StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo Masterpost

All my works for this event can be found here or below the cut

Multichapter Fics

The Boss's Sweetheart

Prompts: hurt/comfort, courtship/wooing, impregnation play, daddy kink

Ch: 5/?

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, Italian Mafia, Italian Tony Stark, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Sugar Baby Peter Parker, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Insecurities, Protective Brock Rumlow, First Date, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Hand Feeding, Age Play, Infantilism, Diapers, Daddy Tony Stark, Brat Peter Parker, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Blowjobs, Large Cock, Anal Gaping, Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Breeding Kink, Come Inflation, Anal Plug, Feminization, Hurt Peter Parker, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Masturbation, Dacryphilia, Attempted Sexual Assault, Guilt, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Autofellatio, Somnophilia, Safewords, straitjacket, swaddling, Degradation, Masochist Peter Parker, Sadist Tony Stark

Summary: When Uncle Ben's gambling problem threatens to ruin his family, Peter turns to a dangerous man for help, a man who has made it very clear just how much he wants Peter.

Words: WIP

Simple Life

Prompt: Protective Tony

Ch: 1/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Adorable Peter Parker, Age Difference, First Meetings, Getting Together, First Dates, Age Play, Daddy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: After losing Gwen, Peter finds himself struggling with his life as Spider-Man, so he leaves the city and ends up on Tony's farm. He was hoping for a simpler life, but he never dreamed he'd end up with Tony Stark.

Words: WIP

Forced Hand

Prompt: Secret Identity

Ch: 3/3

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Fuck Or Die, Sex Pollen, Kinda, mating cycles/heat, weird alien science, handwavy medical shit and alien science, Hurt Peter Parker, drugged sex for medical reasons, Somnophilia, Sedation, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Dubious Consent, cum as medicine, Cap is so done with this shit

Summary: When Peter Parker shows up in lieu of his co-worker for an interview with Tony Stark, neither of them are aware of the other's secret identity—And Tony's unaware of Peter's age when they fall into bed together.

Words: 7,602

Born to be a Slut

Prompt: Size Kink

Ch: 3/3

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor Tony Stark/Others, Minor Peter Parker/Others

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Being Walked In On, sexual awakening, discovering porn and masturbation, Coming In Pants, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Deepthroating, Blow Jobs, Feminization, Degradation, Anal Fingering, basically Peter's a slut just like his daddy and Tony's only gay for Peter, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Protective Tony Stark

Summary: Everything was fine until Peter walked in on his dad fucking his receptionist. Now everything was going downhill, and nothing could ever be the same again.

Words: 7,411

Primadonna Peter

Prompt: Free Space

Ch: 2/2

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Non-Explicit Sex, Secret Relationship, Bickering, Love/Hate, they're both snarky af, Peter's a spoiled brat who knows just how to get his way, sugar Daddy vibes, Slut Peter Parker, Cock Warming, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Office Blow Jobs, Daddy Kink

Summary: Tony knew the moment he started sleeping with his son that he was so screwed. If he thought Peter was hard to handle before… He clearly didn't know anything.

Because now Peter knew just how desired he was, and there was no doubt that Tony's pretty little primadonna was running the show.

Words: 5,681

Fics & Oneshots

Guilt-Ridden Desires

Prompt: Dubcon

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, angst & hurt/comfort, Insecurities, Guilt, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Spit As Lube, Anal Sex, Virgin Peter Parker, First Time Bottoming, Service Top, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, sadomasochist Tony Stark - Freeform, Daddy Kink, Emotional Porn, Come Marking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: When Tony told his son he could sleep in his room, he didn't expect to come home and find him watching porn in his bed.

Words: 4,553

Selfishly Caring

Prompt: Cockslapping

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dark Tony Stark, College Student Peter Parker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Relationships, kinda nephew/uncle incest, Pseudo-Incest, Implied/Referenced Past Abuse, Abandonment Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Age Difference, Slut Peter Parker, Dom Tony Stark, Daddy Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Masochist Peter Parker, Sadist Tony Stark, Dubious Consent, under negotiated kink, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Daddy Kink, Face Slapping, Cock and Ball Torture, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Painplay, Subdrop, Degradation

Summary: Tony's never had much interest in his godson, but when Peter comes to spend the day with him at Happy's behest, it takes a turn he hadn't considered.

Apparently, his godson's a total painslut, but their little game takes an unexpected turn, and Tony finds himself caring about him in a way he's never cared about anyone before.

Words: 4,166

Growing Up Codependent

Prompt: Incest

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Codependency, Daddy Kink, Age Play, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants

Summary: Peter’s ready to grow up, but Tony’s still clinging to his baby.

Words: 2,183

Nothing's Off Limits

Prompt: Zombie Apocalypse

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Hand Jobs, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, brief mentions of past rape. beastiality and forced impregnation, The World Is Dark, the fic is not that dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: A world taken over by zombies is a lawless land to live in, and young Peter grew up in the midst of it all, grew up in a world of no morals. But he considers himself one of the lucky ones because, not only is he still alive, but he has Tony looking out for him.

Words: 2,135

In Love With The Babysitter

Prompt: Babysitter AU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Babysitters, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Age Difference, First Kiss, Adorable Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Brief mention of underage sexual fantasy Summary: Tony's infatuation with the young babysitter is highly inappropriate, and not unnoticed. Peter knows he can't make a move on a married man, though, but when he finds out that Pepper and Tony have split up...

Well, that changes things.

Words: 2,112

So Soon

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Side James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Kid Peter Parker, Kid Tony Stark, Growing Up Together, Arranged Marriage, First Meetings, First Kiss, Short & Sweet, Implied/Referenced Sex, Trans Steve Rogers, Feminine Peter Parker

Summary:

In the world of royals, arranged marriages are the norm, but Tony's initial reaction to finding out his betrothed is a baby, isn't a happy one.

Luckily, the young boy quickly changes his mind when he meets Peter.

Words: 1,760

Misplaced Feelings

Prompt: Manhandling

Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Controlling Behavior, Trauma Bonding, Abusive Relationships, Dark Tony Stark, Teen Peter Parker, Victim Blaming, Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation, Hurt Peter Parker, Rape Aftermath, Non-Explicit Sex, Anal Sex, Virgin Peter Parker, Manhandling, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: Peter struggles with his mixed feelings after Tony forces himself on him, because he didn’t say no… Did he?

No, he didn’t. So Tony didn’t do anything wrong, right?

And if it was wrong, then why does Peter still want him?

Words: 1,744

Fairy Deals Yield Unexpected Results

Prompt: Body Swap

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Side James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Fae & Fairies, Fairy Peter Parker, Human Tony Stark, Mission Gone Wrong, Body Swap, Sex Pollen, Kinda, fairy dust makes you trip, kinda drug-use, high on fairy dust, Handwavy Magic, Non-Explicit Sex

Summary: A mission gone wrong ends with Tony bonded for life to one tiny fae Peter.

Words: 1,736

Snippets

Pretty As A Picture

Prompt: In the Lab

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Daddy Kink, Subspace

Summary: Peter's insatiable and Tony's exasperated, but how can he not give his kid what he wants?

After all, Peter's pretty as a picture.

Words: 1,490

Catcalling and Affection Buying

Prompt: Gift Giving

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Italian Mafia, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark, College Student Peter Parker, meet ugly, First Meetings, Gift Giving

Summary: Tony can't figure out why Peter keeps turning him down, and Peter just wants the catcalling creep to leave him alone.

Words: 1,047

Rebounds, Friend-Zones, and Happy Endings

Prompt: Rebound

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony Stark, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Rebound, Unrequited Crush, Jealous Tony Stark, friend zone, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Peter knew when he first slept with Quentin that he was just a rebound, but even though he told himself it was just sex, he still caught feelings anyway.

Tony could see it going downhill even before Peter could. He watched Peter fall apart afterwards, and all he could do was offer a shoulder to cry on as the boy he loved cried over another guy.

But in the end, somehow things finally seemed to work out for them.

Words: 1,026

Invoked Rights

Prompt: Droit De Seigneur

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Quentin Beck/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Arranged Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Mildly Dubious Consent, Lord Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Virgin Peter Parker, Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied/Referenced Murder, Tony has Quentin killed so he can keep Peter as his Summary: Droit de seigneur: The alleged right of a medieval feudal lord to have sexual intercourse with a vassal's bride on her wedding night.

Tony invokes the right to fuck Peter after the boy is married off to Quentin, and then decides to keep him for himself.

Words: 843

Mistaken Desires

Prompt: Gloryhole

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dark Tony Stark, Teen Peter Parker, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, FaceFucking, Sex Slave, Objectification, Handcuffs, Collars, Restraints, Bondage, Choking

Summary:

Peter thought he wanted this, thought he wanted to belong to Tony, but he was wrong. This is not what he signed up for.

Words: 742

Good Little Slut

Prompt: Spit Kink

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Slut Peter Parker, Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Spit Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Before breakfast, Peter is always fed a load of Daddy's cum.

Words: 497

No One's Business

Prompt: Netflix & Chill

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Underage Drinking, Couch Cuddles, Short & Sweet

Summary: Tony gets Peter drunk because he loves how cuddly the boy gets when he's intoxicated.

Words: 390

Caged

Prompt: Superior Iron Man Image Prompt

Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Non-Consensual Drug-Use, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Implied/referenced underage rape, caged, Cock Cages, Implied/Referenced Violence, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man

Summary: When Tony laid eyes on the young boy, he just had to have him, and there was nothing that anyone could do when he came for him.

Words: 332

#starkerfestivalsevents #starker #ironspider #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #marvel #mcu #the avengers #starkercest

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44728255

Burnt by Ice by Anchanee Of the nine billion people on this planet, fate has chosen his parent's killer as his omega. Wasn't that a kick to the teeth? Will Tony claim him? Of course, he will! If only to see Steve Rogers crumble. Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/34, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), captain america: civil war - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Harley Keener's Sister, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winter Soldier, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Tadashi (Avengers Movies), Vision (Marvel), DUM-E (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Abigail Keener & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Abigail Keener, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Winter Soldier Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Omega Pepper Potts, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, art therapy, Bucky Barnes Needs Therapy, Multiple Personality Disorder, Enemies to Lovers, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Harley's Sister is called Abigail, Sadist Tony Stark, Masochist James "Bucky" Barnes, BARF | Binarily Augmented Retro Framing (Marvel), Safe Sane and Consensual, kind of, Dark Tony Stark, Suicidal Thoughts

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[bookclub4m]

Episode 160: Biographical Fiction & Fictional Biographies

This episode we’re talking about Biographical Fiction & Fictional Biographies! We talk about metafiction, superhero origins as cover songs, spaceship detectives, cat biographies, amendments to amendments, alien abductions, and more! 

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Nat Tate: An American Artist: 1928-1960 by William Boyd

Wikipedia

Maigret's Memoirs by Georges Simenon, translated by Howard Curtis

Matthew was wrong about how many books in this series came out in one month, but based on the French Wikipedia article four titles (including this one) were released in 1951.

Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg

Jack Sheppard (Wikipedia)

The Dreamer by Pam Muñoz Ryan and Peter Sís

Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf (Wikipedia)

Summertime by J.M. Coetzee

Other Media We Mentioned

Oscar Wilde Murder Mysteries Series by Gyles Brandreth

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

Doc Savage: His Apocalyptic Life by Philip José Farmer

What Is the What by Dave Eggers

Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe (Wikipedia)

Blonde (2022 film) (Wikipedia)

Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates

Smile (2022 film) (Wikipedia)

Bastard Out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison

The Limits of Autobiography: Trauma, Testimony, Theory by Leigh Gilmore

The Sot-Weed Factor by John Barth

The Red Tent by Anita Diamant

Summer Fun by Jeanne Thornton

Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (Wikipedia)

A Field Guide to the Aliens of Star Trek: The Next Generation by Joshua Chapman (zine series)

We can’t find a good link for the zines, but it’s been collected as a book

Interview with the Vampire (film) (Wikipedia)

A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller Jr.

The Big Lebowski (Wikipedia)

Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore

Links, Articles, and Things

Episode 143 - Amish Romance

Episode 119 - Regence Romance

Episode 094 - Chick Lit Romance

Episode 070 - Erotic Romance

The 7 Best Library Podcasts 

Fictionalized biography (Encyclopædia Britannica)

Autofiction (Wikipedia)

Isekai (Wikipedia)

Oliver Cromwell (Wikipedia)

Epistolary novel (Wikipedia)

Episode 111 - Happy Birthday Dracula

Episode 128 - Plucky Kid Detective

Episode 136 - Hearts of Magic: Threads Entangled

List of biblical figures identified in extra-biblical sources (Wikipedia)

List of Dewey Decimal classes (Wikipedia)

National Library of Medicine classification (Wikipedia)

Zaphod Beeblebrox (Wikipedia)

“Vell, Zaphod’s just zis guy, you know?”

False memory: Mandela Effect (Wikipedia)

17 Fictional Biographies books by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Carolina Built by Kianna Alexander

Clotel: or, The President's Daughter by William Wells Brown

Pocahontas by Joseph Bruchac

American Woman by Susan Choi

The Black Rose by Tananarive Due

The Reason for Crows: A Story of Kateri Tekakwitha by Diane Glancy

Stone Heart: A Novel of Sacajawea by Diane Glancy

Driving the King by Ravi Howard

Delayed Rays of a Star by Amanda Lee Koe

Leo Africanus by Amin Maalouf, translated by Peter Sluglett

Empress Orchid by Anchee Min

Dancing in the Dark by Caryl Phillips

Douglass' Women by Jewell Parker Rhodes

I the Supreme by Augusto Roa Bastos, translated by Helen Lane

Empress by Shan Sa

The Book of Salt by Monique Truong

Black Cloud Rising by David Wright Faladé

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Then on Tuesday, November 1st we’ll be discussing the genre of Investigative Journalism!

#episodes #genres #fiction

[psych87]

Fic Rec - Spider-Man

Part 1

Spider-Man's Very Mundane Kryptonite

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Summary:

Spider-Man does whatever a Spider can. If only digesting lactose were one of those things.

Or, where Peter is unfortunately lactose intolerant and Tony finds out.

Part 2

Face God and Walk Backwards Into Hell

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Summary:

Peter is lactose intolerant (and arguably masochistic) and this somehow becomes Tony’s personal cross to bear.

Part 3

Festive Misfortune

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Summary:

Being lactose intolerant sucks. Being lactose intolerant during the Christmas season sucks even more.

Or, Tony tries to give his kid a carefree holiday party for once by serving a completely dairy-free menu. But of course, Parker Luck™ strikes again.

Part 4

My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the ER

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Summary:

Peter’s chronic lactose intolerance and propensity for making poor life choices means that Tony is used to seeing the kid inflict suffering on himself. But something about this time is different.

Part 5

Lessons Learned

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Summary:

After years of watching Peter stuff his face with every dairy-laden delight that crossed his path only to later find the kid curled up in a miserable ball of pain and regret, Tony had long since given up hope that his lactose intolerant dumbass of a protégé would ever learn his lesson.

It was simple. Peter loved dairy, so Peter ate dairy. Consequences be damned. And Tony was done trying to stop the inevitable.

#Fic Rec #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #fanfic #fanfiction #Series #Onet shot #Complete

[graphicabyss]

Man, apparently I love to suffer because I still watch Marvel movies. And No Way Home is 2,5 of suffering. Not as much as Eternals, of course, even I am not that masochistic. But damn, the whole plot is: Peter Parker nearly breaks the multiverse because he and his friends didn't get into college. Everyone in this movie is so incredibly dumb, I just cannot deal with this. Let's let out 5 super-villans, bring them into your secret apartment with your aunt and try to 'fix' them because apparently without superpowers they're all nice blokes. What could go wrong, right? That little idiot would have given Thanos a second chance. Ugh...

#actually dumb movies are a great distraction #Marvel

[refairy]

wolf-teeth | peter parker.

synopsis: you unearth peter parker’s masochistic streak — his proclivity for the pain to be administered by you should have been cause for unsettlement. so naturally, you find it hot.

pairing: peter parker & reader.

rating: explicit.

note: if you also thought the scene on the train was hot, when & where are we meeting up for therapy? (i promise, he’s not on the verge of death in this fic, he’s just a little roughed up n sexy). thank you so much for reading & interacting, i hope you enjoy it! <3

[ peter parker masterlist 💌. ]

He’s shrouded in the darkness of the night, slumped on a couch situated near the window sill, an arm curled protectively around his midriff. Peter Parker is nothing short of perceptive — he notices your presence the second you enter it and straightens up. Even from where you’re standing you can tell he’s exhausted, his enervation clings to him like a fever.

“Oh, hey!” His voice is strained despite the effort made to sound amiable and he moves to reposition himself so that he’s facing you.

“Hey,” you return dubiously, slowly inching towards his night-obscured figure, the distance between the two of you is severed, dwindling until it is threadbare and sparse.

The only source of light that percolates through is the moon waning in the star-dappled night sky, so you can’t make out much but you do notice the bloody, saw-edged laceration across his right cheekbone. It’s too difficult to tell if the rest of him is in the same state due to the black shirt he’s wearing.

“You’ve got a huge ass cut on your face, Parker,” you state finally, taking a seat beside him.

“Oh, this old thing?” He points to it nonchalantly. “This is nothing, you should see the state of the wall.”

“Uh-huh.” It’s sufficient to say that you are not impressed with his weak attempt at humor. Peter winces at this. Either that, or it’s precipitated by his injuries — both of these answers are a possibility.

You lapse into silence.

“You can go, I’ve got this,” he reassures you sweetly, his dismissal of you exhibiting itself as a suggestion rather than a demand.

“Tryna get rid of me, Parker?” You inquire, a glimmer of amusement infusing into your eyes.

His eyes widen. He’s beginning to panic. “No! No, no! That’s not it.”

A raise of your eyebrow. Really?

“I just wanna get it cleaned up and go to bed,” he divulged with a sigh. He sounds jaded and you think back to when he had quietly snuck into a lecture on more than one occasion, the circles under his eyes so blackberry-dark they looked like bruises — he had unceremoniously scrambled together a weak excuse about being stressed for an upcoming assignment, to which you had narrowed your eyes and replied sarcastically with a: whatever you say, Parker. He was an awful liar. If the dearth of light wasn’t an issue you think he’d look the same as he did then.

His clandestine outings were not as oblique as he thought they were.

You make a vague motion towards his face. “Mind if I do it?”

Curiosity bleeds into his countenance. “Why?”

A noncommittal shrug. “You look tired ‘s all.”

He begrudgingly sighs — you can’t quite decipher if it’s him relenting just yet. “Are you gonna ask what happened?”

“Yeah, I live for drama,” you point out insouciantly. “I’m kind of nosy if you haven’t noticed.”

Peter laughs softly (your heart skips a beat), then winces but there’s still a ghost of a smile on his lips. “We’ve all noticed. I can make up a story, but I think it’ll fade by Monday so nobody will believe the story about me single-handedly fighting a group of zombies.”

Cuts don’t fade away that easy.

“Damn. Peter Parker’s gaslighting era.”

His shoulders shake with laughter. The unmitigated affection is tangible in his voice — he sounds so disgustingly fond it makes your heart ache for him. “You’re nuts.”

“Spoken like a true gaslighter,” you sigh theatrically.

“Fine,” he acquiesces with a fond shake of his head, lips quirked up, “patch me up.”

You shift closer to him and the smile falters and he’s just staring — suddenly stock-still as if he’s just realized that you would have to be in close proximity to do anything. Not even his chest is moving, he’s waiting with bated breath for you to make another move. 

You think he sneaks a glimpse at your lips. It’s too dark to tell where his eyes went.

This incident leaves you distracted, you nearly fall off the couch when you lean over to reach for the contents of the first aid kit, your hands immediately go to steady yourself on his chest for balance.

Peter grunts, gripping onto your wrist and the pressure of it hurts. You push down hard, wanting to use the momentum to shove yourself away.

Someone makes a noise. At first, you think it might've been you but when you truly open your eyes past the pain (not an easy feat; his hold on you is strong enough that you feel like he’s going to break your wrist), you see Peter’s mouth agape in what you realize was not a pained groan, but a moan. His eyes are squeezed shut and you’re blinking back tears. 

You yank your hand. It doesn’t move — but Peter notices and drops it as though you’ve burnt him. As though he’s the one who was one bone rearrangement away from the emergency room. If that had been the case, you’d be sure to send his broke ass the entirety of your hospital bill.

His eyes are glazed over when he opens them. A desire fills you — overflows, like froth. You want to devour him.

“Sorry,” he forces out. You can tell he genuinely means it, his honey-brown eyes are full of concern but you can’t look past the glossy sheen. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him, your hand itches to touch him. The sound had incited a fire in you and it’s all you can think of — touching him would be a cooling salve. So you do; cautiously, you lay your hand upon his chest, the pressure is as light and airy as gossamer.

He’s slack-jawed, mouth opening a few times as if he wants to say something. He only partially succeeds in collecting his splayed-out thoughts with a shaky exhale. “Whatcha doing there?” Peter strives to sound desultory but his voice crescendos into something high-pitched and his voice cracks — he sounds downright sinful.

“Nothing, just slipped,” your voice lilts impishly. “You got something you wanna share?”

His breathing picks up. You try to pull back, wanting to sit back and make out the candy-pink flush adorning his cheeks, but his hand circles around your wrist — this time he’s prudent with his grip, he’s not trying to hurt you — and keeps you in place. He promptly loosens it, giving you the option to retract should you wish to. 

You don’t. Instead, you give an experimental prod with your palm near the same area, careful hands traversing the expanse of his body, starting with the broad planes of his chest and watching his face prudently for a reaction before settling for a nominal amount of pressure that you’re certain would rouse a response.

Peter reacts almost immediately, head lolling back onto the couch with a groan that reverberates from his throat so deeply you can feel it through your hands. “Oh, God.”

Your lips part and you feel the telltale slickness starting to formulate between your thighs.

You have the sudden and feral need to possess. It’s in your rapacious nature.

“Shit, Parker,” you exhale out. “Fuck. That’s so hot.” And then you’re dragging him by a fistful of his shirt into a kiss. It’s harsh and full of teeth but it’s what he likes.

He welcomes it with open arms and pulls you into his lap, all caution thrown to the wind. His unfounded strength takes you off guard. Had he always been this strong? His earlier grip was indicative of his vigor, but your entire body weight as if you were dandelion-light?

You feel Peter cant his hips up to you, seeking friction. A phantom ache warms your stomach pleasantly when you realize what it is exactly you're feeling under you. You make a small sound, and his eyes snap open.

He’s looking right at you, his eyes are blown wide open. He’s looking right at you like — like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “I like you so much it hurts.”

“I think that’s the flesh wound talking,” you riposte, though you feel the palpitations of your heart fluctuate with his confession. 

“No,” there’s a wavering grin. “I don’t think the flesh wound likes you very much.”

“No?” You lift your eyebrows, subsequently grinding down onto the hardness that was beginning to evolve. “That’s not what I heard.”

Peter stumbles then. You’re annoyed that you can’t see the vibrancy of the blush; you want to see the rouge permeating his freckled skin every single time without fail. “That would be the—” His sentence is curtailed when your knuckles graze his lower abdomen and he jerks like he’s been struck by an electric current, “oh, fuck, that’s so—”

You press yourself down onto him again, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible, the pressure of his hardness against your clit feels good.

“Mm,” you moan out and Peter lifts his hips to accommodate you further. To do more for you. To hear more from you.

Your hand reaches to cradle his neck — a gentle juxtaposition to what you had in store for him, fingers brushing against his brawl-disheveled curls and then you pull. His eyes roll to the back of his head, he follows your hand easily, letting you guide him like you have him strung up on a silk web. Leaning forward you press a kiss on the sculpt of his neck. And then you sink your teeth into his flesh. 

Peter’s reaction is visceral — he jolts, his mouth opens in a silent scream that transforms into a deep groan through gritted teeth, a firm hand delving into your hair and holding you at his throat, he’s got another hand around your thigh, pulling you in close and rutting against you in a way that could be deemed as self-serving but you can feel him even through the confines of his pants, thick and hot between your splayed thighs that it doesn’t even matter. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing audible as he tries to compose himself and you release him. You go back and drag your tongue to emolliate the bite mark.  

“I can feel your…” he tapers off with a groan, rubbing his lower body up into you.

“Feel what, baby? Talk to me.” You already know he means the throb of your cunt but something domineering pulses underneath the sugared surface of your honeyed tone and you press yourself down onto him.

He’s floundering, mouthing baby? The endearment leaves him discombobulated, a frown on his face like he’s trying to figure out what it means. His eyes are still shut. You grin sharp-toothed at his open maw, teeth grazing the contours of his jawline. He shivers, leaning his head back for more.

“Nuh-uh, I asked you something.”

He shakily exhales and tries to formulate his thoughts. “Your pussy,” comes his quiet voice. “Can feel your pussy, even through our clothes. Wanna see it.” His hand cups you through your shorts and you grab his hand to restrict any other movements and grind down onto the heel of his palm. A moan vacates him when he realizes the moisture that has been building up, “you’re this wet for me?” He says it like he can’t believe it.

You move his hand. “You’ve got a dirty fucking mouth, huh, Peter?”

He’s entranced with the way his name sounds from you — he wants to hear it over and over and over again. You grip his face and though you’re careful enough not to dig your fingers into his wound, he becomes hyperaware of the tender flesh dragging down and he moans, long and loud like he’s already coming. You feel him grind up haphazardly, the protruding shape of his hard-on pressing into you.

Raking your nails down his chest, you survey his eyelashes flutter, his whole chest arcs upwards into you and he lets out a breathy moan. Peter’s body shakes and he’s trying to speak through his trembling jaw, gasping for breath as he stares up at you in an amalgamation of lust and awe.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he breathes out reverently, eyes roaming all over your facial features like he’s trying to commit how you look to memory. 

“You like it?” You breathe out a laugh, taunting him. “You’re so fucked in the head, Parker. You really like this.”

“Yeah,” he rasps out. 

“Tell me.”

His hips spasm and he cries out, “I like it, I’m so- I’m so fucked in the head. I like it.” I like you.

You moan and arch into him, head tipping back and Peter’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, his lips find yours in a blur of fervency and you give it all back to him. He flinches when your cheek knocks into his wound but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest — no, quite the opposite in fact — the pain spurs him on even more. You pull back for an interval and he promptly settles on peppering the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, anywhere he can get his mouth on with soft, wet kisses, adamant in his refusal to detach himself from the expanse of your smooth skin.

You’re moving yourself back and forth, dragging your clothed cunt along the length of his dick when Peter wraps his arms around your back into a facsimile of an embrace, pulling you flush against his chest and gasping when you make contact with him. You feel his cock jump and your hand that was lying upon his stomach senses the muscles quiver as he comes, grunting out a string of expletives and through the now bunched up material of your shirt, he buries his head into your chest, clutching at the strap of your bra for something to ground himself to.

You allow him a few seconds to steady his breathing.

“Wow,” you intone dully, cool eyes glossing over him while concealing the fact that you’re immensely turned on. “Crazy amount of self-control you have there, Parker. Next time, I’m not gonna be as nice.”

“Cut me some slack, I’m injured,” he says (you roll your eyes), then truncates his line of thought to process what you’ve said. “Wait, wait. Next time? What does that mean?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, what does ‘I like you so much it hurts’ mean?”

The roseate blush returns with full vengeance.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader #sub!peter parker x reader #masochist peter parker #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield x reader #it’s a little vague but it’s a college au jic anyone misses it ❤️ #💌 writing

[lukreziaaa]

“I lost…I lost Gwen. My um…she was my MJ. I couldn’t save her.

I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that.”

#marvel #mcu #spiderman #spider-man #spider man #spiderman no way home #no way home #spiderman nwh #nwh #the amazing spiderman 2 #peter parker #gwen stacy #petergwen #is this their only shipname? #the masochistic impulse to watch tasm 2 #[not my gif] #oh god my dumb Italian autocorrect keyboard wrote ‘forget’ instead of ‘forgive’ #autocorrected*

[infinity-sansa]

I just posted my second claim for @starkerfest !!!

Now I'm going to die in a corner and once I'm better, I'll claim another one. 😎

#fanfiction #starkerfest #starker #peter parker x tony stark #i'm gonna sleep for days #then rise from the dead to claim another prompt because i'm a masochist