#toby spiderman

[peterparkerslefttesticle]

Kinktober 2022

Prompt: Dry Humping

Pairing: Peter Parker x afab!reader

Summary: Peter doesn’t think he could come from just dry humping, you prove him wrong.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Authors note: personally i thought of tasm!peter while writing this but any of them can work. this is basically 2am thoughts, not edited.

“i’m sorry, but there’s no fucking way someone could make me come from dry humping me.” peter splutters a laugh.

for the last hour, the two of you had been laughing over your tragedy of a love life.

“i mean, you totally would after a while, but he came after like two minutes of me grinding on him,” you wipes the tears from your eyes. “honestly it’s kinda flattering.” getting up to grab a drink from the fridge, peter narrows his eyes at you.

“i mean, i don’t think i could come from dry humping. like i don’t care how hot the girl is, there’s no way,” he laughs again.

“i don’t know parker,”

“what do you mean you don’t know? grinding with clothes on doesn’t even feel that good,”

“i bet i could make you come,” the room falls silent, and glancing at peter you realise his baffled look. “what? i wasn’t saying i will, i was saying i could.” you nonchalantly resume your position on the sofa, pulling open the tab of your soda

“sorry to bruise your ego, but there’s literally no way. maybe after like an hour, but i doubt you’d make it that long without begging me to fuck you,” it was your turn to be surprised. you’d never felt like this before, or at least not because of peter.

well, of course there was that time he walked out of the shower dripping, towel hung low. oh and there was that time he gave you a hickey, as a dare of course. there’s no way peter fucking parker, your best friend, was turning you on. right?

“so you’re saying, if i got on top of you right now, there’s no way you’d come.” you’re smirk was so strong it almost hurt your cheek.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying”

“then let’s test out your theory”

before he can even blink, you’ve swung a leg over his lap, now straddling him.

“you can tell me if you want me to get off.” you stare at each other, almost daring the other to break.

“i mean, if this is the only way we can see who’s right, we have to do it i guess,” his eyes are glassy and pupils blown out. beneath your cunt a small twitch bellows from beneath his pants.

you hop off his lap, shimmying down your jeans. peters look of bewilderment dialled up even more, if that was even possible.

“it’s not fair with jeans on,” you strip down to a pair of pink panties, lace trimming the edges.

“what? that’s cheating…” peter says barely above a whisper as you reach for the loop of his belt.

now both pants-less, you sit back on his lap, and he hisses as your heat sits on the thin layer between his cock

“it’s not too late to admit that you would come from dry humping” you taunt, pushing down slightly.

“never.”

you start slow, moving rhythmically along his dick, feeling every vein through the thin undergarments

peters eyes close and he throws his head back

“shit. i wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.” a particularly well placed grind makes him thrust up, hitting your clit just right

an almost pornographic moan leaves your chest, making peter moan in turn.

your grinding becomes faster, harder, and in tandem with peters thrusts

“sure you won’t come?” you trail your nails over his chest, asking for permission to take his shirt off.

he pulls it off in one swift movement before answering. “i told you. never.” his brown locks stick to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat sheathing his skin

the now accessible skin of his chest is now free real estate, and the trailing of your nails, gently drifting over his nipples down to his happy trail seems to be torturing him.

it annoys you though that he won’t look at you, opting to throw his head back, eyes closed.

it does however, give you an idea

you practically rip your shirt off, stiff nipples pointing straight up.

“pete, look at me,”

and now he can’t keep his eyes off you.

as if he’s never seen tits before, his eyes boggle as you continue sliding your cunt up and down.

a mixture of his precum and your wetness aids these movements, and peter thinks he could die happily right now.

but he remembers why this is all happening in the first place.

he can’t come

but he needs to come.

the slick, dirty sounds that come from below, the smell, the sensation, it’s all too much for poor pete.

“touch me,” you whisper, attempting to maintain dominance, but it’s getting hard to focus on anything with the coil building up in your stomach

peters shaky hands palm your tits, pinching your nipples and caressing your side.

“i can’t.. s’ too much..” he struggles to speak as your grinding gets deeper, shifting angles slightly.

“what’s too much. spit it out baby,”

“m’ gonna cum,” peters never felt this before. he’s been with girls. he’s fucked girls. and yet nothing has felt this overwhelming, this overstimulating, this good.

“come for me peter. i want you to come on my pussy.”

a warm burst hits your core as you spasm on his dick. your simultaneous orgasms hit like a tonne of bricks. the thick spurts of cum soak your underwear, more than previously thought possible.

you rest your head on peters shoulder, gasping for air.

“told you so,”

“fuck you,”

“next time.”

#marvel #smut #peter parker smut #spiderman smut #marvel smut #mcu #mcu smut #avengers smut #andrew garfield #andrew garfield smut #tasm smut #tasm #the amazing spider-man #tom holland #tom holland smut #mcu peter parker #toby maguire #the avengers

[palettesofrenaissance]

Not only was it awesome to see Donald Glover make a live-action cameo in Across the Spider Verse,

I find it absolutely HILARIOUS that Disney/MCU Spider-Man was NOWHERE to be seen in Spider-Man: Across the Spider Verse but both Toby Mcguire's and Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man were given cameos 😂

Edit: How did I forget that even the cashier from the Venom movies, Mrs. Chen, even got a live action cameo!!

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderman #spider-man #andrew garfield #toby maguire #donald glover #childish gambino #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spiderverse

[boom-hannah-boom]

#marvel #spiderman #spider man comics #amazing spider man #peter parker #tom holland #andrew garfield #toby mcguire #marvel comics

[frost-queen]

Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.

He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.

He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer

You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.

“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.

Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.

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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.

Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.

Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.

Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.

You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.

You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.

“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.

If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.

He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.

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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.

Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.

All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.

With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.

Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.

Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.

Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.

Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.

You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.

Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.

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[389]

Cast of Sam Raimi's Spiderman (2002) Toby McGuire, Kirsten Dunst, Willem Dafoe, James Franco

#spiderman #sam raimi #cast #toby mcguire #kristen dunst #willem dafoe #james franco #u

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Moment Of Everything

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?

Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You knew things had to change eventually. 

Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 

You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 

It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 

Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 

When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 

He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 

Only, the suspect got away. 

“We’ll find him again.���

Peter just grunted. 

“Peter.”

Nothing. 

“Peter!”

Again, nothing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”

“We are together in this.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”

“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tried running to catch up with him. 

“Nothing.”

“No, go ahead. Tell me.”

Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 

“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t know me-”

“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 

“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”

“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”

Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 

Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 

“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”

“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”

“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 

“I’m going for a shower.”

When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 

You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 

Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 

After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 

He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.

He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 

After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 

As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 

Then you heard Peter. 

He was tossing and turning, too. 

Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 

So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 

“I like Greek Mythology.”

A few seconds passed and then; “What?”

You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 

“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 

You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 

It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 

“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”

You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 

“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”

Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 

“Are you still there?”

Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”

“Okay.”

That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 

You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 

The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 

At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 

Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 

So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.

The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.

Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 

Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 

“Sorry for waking you.”

You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 

“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 

“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”

“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”

“What job?”

Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 

His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”

You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”

Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.

Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 

“Remind me again why you came to me?”

You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 

“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”

“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 

Then he hissed. 

“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”

“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”

“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”

What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 

“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”

“Found out?”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 

“But do you?”

Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 

You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 

So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 

Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 

Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 

Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 

Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 

“Th-This might sting a little.”

Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 

“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.

Even with his adapted DNA. 

“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”

“You sure they’ll be my size?”

You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”

“Okay.”

You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 

Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 

Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 

Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 

Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.

You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 

His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 

There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 

But you didn’t want that. 

Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 

And once they did, there was no turning back. 

At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 

Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 

“Was that-”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x fe!reader #fluff #angst #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends #tom holland! peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman #toby maguire spiderman #mcu #clint barton #shield #agents #co-workers #forced proximity #he fell first #greek mythology #the proposal #falling in love

[doyouknowthisjewishcharacter]

Do you know this Jewish character?

Edit: Sorry guys I forgot Andrew Garfield played Spider-Man! (I have never watched a superhero movie ever.) It was in fact a grave mistake on my part to not have his picture. So, updated poll with the iconic Jewish bisexual Spider-Man!

#jumblr #jewish characters #jewish wedding confirmation #word of hashem #other in media confirmation #in one of the comic iterations he wears a kippah #Oh gosh this is so complicated #Uhhh the one spider verse version has a Jewish wedding #And the director and producer of the toby McGuire trilogy said he’s Jewish (hence the photo) #And some comics versions??? #He is at least sometimes Jewish #Peter Parker #spiderman #marvel

[parkermunson]

I just know Peter Parker would eat you out like a man starved

Minors DNI. I mean it.

He'd start by kissing both your knees gently, little pecks so full of love and devotion

Then he'd open your legs a little. He'll place a kiss on the inside of your knee, a little sloppier and wetter

He can smell you and it consumes his thoughts. His mouth gets so watery just at the thought of your taste

He'll start placing more kisses on the inside of your thigh. He'll lick the skin, then suck on it to form a little bruise

The marks won't stay longer than a day but it's like a map to his meal

The inside of your thigh is sparkling with his saliva, and the closer he gets to your core, the sloppier his kisses

By the time he reaches your cunt, your upper inner thigh is dripping from his kisses

He'll look up at you with the biggest eyes, so full of admiration. He can't believe he has you, and that you're letting him do this

He'll kiss your mound, breathing in your scent until he's intoxicated

Then he'll move down to your clit, giving it little pecks

He'll kitten lick it while looking up at you, taking in every reaction and sound you make

Soon enough he can't take the teasing and just starts devouring your clit

He'll spit on it and slurp up his mess, hum against you because he loves your taste so much. The vibration is euphoric

He almost cums untouched in his pants when you grip his hair and practically ride his face

His tongue moves down to your entrance to suck up your leaking juices. You almost made a small puddle on the floor, but he's thirsty and didn't miss a drip

He has to snake an arm over your hips to keep you from moving too far from his mouth. It's a little too much and too little at the same time

Peter wants his fingers in you but that's for later so he's keeping them curled into your hip and thigh, flexing and gripping so hard its leaving bruises

Sometimes he won't pull back for breath until his vision is clouding over and he's getting lightheaded. He'll happily suffocate from eating you out. Tears fill his eyes from lack of oxygen

The sounds his mouth makes 😳🥵🥴

You couldn't feel embarrassed if you wanted to. His mouth is sucking the soul out of your body

His knees are screaming but he couldn't care less. This is his absolute favorite meal. The crease in his eyebrows telling you he's concentrating so hard

He creates a suction with his mouth and licks your clit. It has you pulling his hair and arching your back

This man is seeing Heaven when he looks up and sees your face in pure bliss

When you cum, he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit so his can lick up your juices. He doesn't stop until you force him away from overstimulation

Then he's licking his lips from anything that remained

He'll give you a minute or two before he's on you again for round two. This time he'll fuck you with his fingers

#its 2am and im having Thots #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spider man #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel smut #andrew garfield #tom holland #toby maguire #mandi writes #parkermunson #1k

[supercap2319]

Y/N: "So if you guys are the Spidermen." *He looks at all three versions of Peter Parker. He turns to the three women in Spider-like attire* "Are you the Spiderwomen? The Spider Girls? Spider Ladies? Spiderettes? Spiderbabes?"

Anya: "Can I please punch him?"

Julia: "Not in public."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #spiderman comics #spider man #mcu spiderman #amazing spider man #sam rami spiderman #toby maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #anya corazon #julia carpenter #mattie franklin #peter parker #spider girl #spider woman

[ali-houston]

#spiderman #no way home #spiderman: no way home #peter parker #stephen strange #matt murdock #doctor strange #daredevil #tom holland #andrew garfield #toby maguire #benedict cumberbatch #charlie cox

[american-boyboss]

#spiderman #toby maguire #sewerslide #therapy #dark humor

[peterparkerslefttesticle]

honestly ive been brain rottin over the thoughy of whiney needy peter whos a lil too shy to ask for what he wants and needs some coaxing do u see my vision

babes i see ur vision. i seeeee it.

——————

the moans coming from peters room fell nothing short of dirty, the raunchy scene slowly progressing over the last 30 minutes. as soon as you both had removed every article of clothing, the spider man had frozen, a question brewing behind honeyed eyes.

“pete you can tell me anything. if i’m doing anything to make you uncomfortable or-“

“no no no nothing like that, it’s just,” he draws a sharp inhale, “it’s embarrassing.” he finally meets your eyes, his own resembling that of a pleading puppy. he wanted more than anything for you to know his secret desire, but he also would rather do anything then tell you.

caressing his chin in your palm, he leans into it, cock still pulsing from between your legs. “come on baby. spit it out. all i wanna do is make you feel good and I can’t do that if i don’t know what you want.”

your voice may have been gentle, but he could hear the need lilted through your words. you didn’t want to, you needed to know what was going on in his head.

“I wanna call you mommy okay? I know it’s fucked up and gross and… and… i just-“

“baby that’s not so bad,” his senses perked up at the scent of your ever-growing wetness, “who said I don’t wanna be called mommy. say it.”

“we don’t have to I-“ you sink back down onto his length.

“i said, call me mommy.”

tears prick in his eyes, overwhelmed by all the sensations and excitement.

“please mommy,” he whispers, “i need you mommy.”

“good boy.” he lets out a feral whine as you speed up the gyrating, pornographic sounds coming from where the two of you connect.

“yes yes so good mommy. thank you thank you thank you.” peter continued his tangent of whining and moaning, a familiar coil building in his abdomen.

flipping you over, he started slamming his hips with vigour, the urge to great to hold any longer.

“just want to make you feel good. need to. feels so good mommy.” the words soon lost meaning as he persisted, his groin hitting your clit with every move.

“fuck peter. fuck. i’m so close baby. you gonna come with me?” every movement of his thrusts was sending you closer and closer to the edge.

all it took was a particularly carnal groan from peter to snap the coil, your orgasm crashing down. you could feel him filling you to the brim, cock pulsing within your walls.

still inside you, the large man collapsed, limbs caging you to the bed. when you finally regained the strength to move his head, you were met with peters glassy eyes and tear stained face.

“you okay sweetheart?” he nodded, rolling onto his back beside you with a grimace from the sensitivity. you gathered a damp cloth and returned to clean up the mess you two had made.

once decidedly more or less clean, you gently pulled peters face towards yours. “hey,” you push the damp strands of hair from out of his eyes, “are you okay? was it too much?”

“so good. too good.” he muttered with a tired chuckle. curling back into your arms, the boy fell asleep almost instantly.

#andrew garfield smut #avengers smut #marvel #marvel smut #peter parker smut #smut #spiderman smut #the avengers #tom holland #tom holland smut #spiderman #the amazing spider man #spider man #spider-man #toby maguire #andrew garfield #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fanfic

[ruexvn]

𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎!!

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𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛..𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

"𝚊-𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛..𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏-𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚋.."

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜! 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎.

"𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢!"

"𝚖𝚖?...𝚘𝚑 𝚑-𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝙹..."

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛"

"𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢...."

"𝚢𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎..."

"𝚌𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞-𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘-𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎..."

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

"𝚢𝚎𝚊...𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

"𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 6"

"𝚖𝚖"

".....𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑. 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 6

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"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑...."

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛.....𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔

"𝚢𝚎𝚊...𝚞𝚑𝚖 𝚒-𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕..."

𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

"𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘-𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝-𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐"

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗..."

"𝚖𝚖-𝚖𝚖𝚑𝚖"

"𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙸𝚃"

"𝚆𝙷-𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃?"

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜..."

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔?.....𝚑𝚘𝚠..

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝....."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍....𝚊𝚗𝚍 ����𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

"𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢....𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐?", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍

"𝚑𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝..."

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.

𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚐.

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Guys when people say Spideypool you don't think Holland's Spiderman, right??? Please god tell me we're not imagining the teenage Spiderman guys cmon

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Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.

Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.

Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.

He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.

His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.

Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.

He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.

“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.

With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.

You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.

The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.

Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.

You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.

It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.

Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.

“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.

You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.

Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.

“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.

He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.

MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.

You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.

Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.

Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.

“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.

“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.

He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.

Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.

Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.

Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.

“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.

She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.

“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.

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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

 This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves. 

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty. 

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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