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vampireoutofbusiness · 2 years

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Just A Kiss | P. P.

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: happy one year of me inconsistently posting !!!

Synopsis: You try your best to resist the "smooth" operator Peter is when you both have trouble sleeping.

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“You’re not slick.”

Peter’s breath hitched when you spoke. He had been admiring you for the last few minutes under the impression you had fallen asleep. He had yet to find a flaw among your facial features. You opened your eyes to meet the soft brown ones that you had felt boring into your soul.

“I thought you were-“

“Asleep? I was until I felt someone an inch away from my face.” Biting your lip to stop a dopey smile from showing, you raised your brows.

Peter chuckled, “Can you blame me?”

“For waking me up? Yeah.”

“I was kidding.”

“I wasn’t.”

Peter felt for the lamp on his side table behind him, a warm light filling your area of the room.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” You asked as you reached forward to brush Peter’s freckled cheek.

He nodded his head and sighed.

“Another nightmare or…” “Thankfully, no. Just a lot to think about”

“You’re doing more staring than thinking.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m a visual learner, you know that.”

Your hand trailed down to his chin, gently tracing his lips with your thumb. A comfortable silence fell over the room as you began to also admire your partner.

"My sweet boy." Your thumb pulled down his bottom lip for a second before you started to close the gap.

Peter mumbled something against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His left hand found the familiar curve of your waist. He attempted to finally meet your mouth with his but your head quickly jerked back. You brought your index finger to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing.

"We can't start making out at two in the morning." You stated firmly, convincing yourself you both needed sleep.

"Who said anything about making out?" Peter's voice sounded innocent but you could see the corners of his lips turn up.

"Peter."

"Just a kiss then?" He backed away from your finger, instead kissing up your bare arm which wasn't helping his case. "One long, passionate, loving kiss. Please?"

You fought it. Every day. The look Peter gave you when he wanted something. The cliché puppy dog eyes he wore because he knew they made him irresistible. Although, he already was.

Giving in, you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. Before you knew it, your hand slid down his muscular arm, balling his t-shirt's sleeve in a fist. Peter's hand pulled you flush against him with super-strength ease. A leg landed over your hip, your boyfriend softly placing your back flat on the mattress.

You pressed your palms into his chest, indicating for him to stop which he immediately did.

He gave you an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I know you’re tired.”

“As much as I want to continue; we said one kiss.”

“It was until you broke it.” He rolled back over next to you, not bothering to use his own pillow this time. “Gonna cuddle me back to sleep or what?”

“Not after that smooth stunt you just pulled.”

“Im usually not that smooth though.”

“Not smooth, period.”

“Excuse me?”

You turned on your side to curl into him, despite his fake offense.

“It’s okay.” You kissed his cheek before resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I like it rough anyway.”

“I love you.” He returned your kiss to your hairline, holding you closer.

“Oh, I know.”

Peter chuckled before a comfortable silence filled the room. Your mind, however, was now racing.

“Want me to turn the light off?” Peter asked, although you weren’t necessarily in its path with your face in his neck.

“I’m actually pretty awake now.” You could hear the cheekiness in your voice and were sure Peter heard it too.

“Really?” He pulled back so you could see the gleam in his eyes.

You slowly nodded, leaning in for another long, passionate, loving kiss.

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vampireoutofbusiness · 2 years

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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took so long to write this, please do it justice

Out of My League Part II

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Part I

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!stark!reader

Warnings: smoking, drinking, swearing, mentions of sex, Peter being cute, high, and horny

Request: i don’t know how you feel ab writing ab pot, but what about shotgunning w peter?? i think it’s so romantic and for me, high peter = cuddly/horny peter

Synopsis: In an attempt to impress his older girlfriend, Peter tries pot at a party and you get to see a newer- hornier- side of him.

a/n: once again, accidentally didn't post for a few days but I've been busy the past couple weeks. now I'm free again and can spend all of my time typing shit for you yay.

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After finally making it crystal clear you had feelings for Peter Parker, the boy who has been pining for you for months on end, the two of you sealed the deal. He was enthralled with you. Everything about you made him want you all to himself.

He honestly was the most adorable human you’d ever seen and he was so kind to you. Literally the epitome of a soft boy. He felt the need to impress you and give you everything.

Little did he know, you think he’s perfect no matter what he’s doing. His innocent eyes when he pays close attention to your voice. Shy touches he tries that end with you putting his hands where you want them. The small stutters and red cheeks that didn’t get any better when you became a couple.

You still work together in the lab daily but the constant eyes on each other were for stronger reasons. It was kept on the down-low because after your father banned you from sneaking out and bringing anything home with you. Finding out you were dating his “prodigy” wouldn’t help your situation.

“Hey,” you greeted him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and rested your head on his shoulder.

A small smile came across his face, “Hi,” he set aside the work he had started shortly before you got there.

“So, my dad thinks you need a ride to a friend’s house which is out of town so it will take a while to get there and back,” you raised your eyebrows as you cupped his cheeks.

“I don’t know y/n/n…what if we get caught- you’re already in trouble,” he continued rambling about his concerns.

You understood why he’d be a little worried. It was risky to go to a party after this but you’re eighteen so, other than kicking you out, your dad can’t do much.

“I promise it will work out but hey, you don’t have to come with, it’s okay,” you gave him a reassuring smile and he shook his head.

“No, I want to go with,” he told you quietly, straightening his back in his seat, “You go to all these cool parties and I don’t want to be like the stick in the mud,”

“You aren’t boring, I mean you’re sixteen. I get if you don’t want to go to a college party,”

“I want to, for you,” he made his voice as confident as possible which was kind of cute.

“You sure?” You placed a soft kiss on his lips when he nodded, “You won’t regret it. And we can leave anytime you want, okay?”

“Okay,”

Peter began mentally preparing himself throughout the day. He had barely been to a party before and that was with kids his age. He knew there’d be plenty of older guys trying to flirt with you there but how could they not. Your boyfriend was determined to make it clear he wasn’t some innocent sixteen-year-old boy.

He totally is though.

You somehow made it past your dad. Although, he probably didn’t consider Peter to be one to go to a party so that possibility was ruled out of his mind when you told him the kid needed a ride.

You pulled into an empty spot on the side of the street, a few blocks from the house that was currently filled with partying college kids and alcohol. Not to mention how many drugs people had most likely compiled to have used tonight.

“Can I um…can I hold your hand?” He asked as you approached the house, several drunks stumbling past you.

“Of course you can,” you took his hand in yours and gave him an encouraging squeeze.

Peter didn’t do too well in social situations so you couldn’t blame being nervous. You told him an hour tops and he didn’t have to go with you again if he didn’t like it.

Loud music filled your ears as you went through the front door, immediately smelling the substances being drunk and used.

Your boyfriend automatically scooted closer to you as you walked through to the kitchen. A few of your friend’s eyes caught you as you entered with your new accomplice.

“Y/n!” A voice called to you from the corner.

“Who’s that?” Peter asked, leaning close to your ear.

“A few friends, they’re nice don’t worry,” you smiled and it made him feel a little better.

You brought yourself and Peter over to the group, the majority happy to meet him for the first time.

“So you’re Peter?” A girl asked over the music and you confirmed her assumption.

“Y/n won’t shut up about you!” Another told him and a light blush came over his cheeks.

“Last weekend she told us how cute you looked when you were-,”

“Okay enough, I’m gonna grab a few things, you alright with them?” You kept your voice low so Peter wouldn’t feel weird telling you if he didn’t want you to go.

“Yeah,” he replied, eyeing the people that were all a good few years older than him that are probably high or drunk.

“I’ll be quick,” you kissed him and he stayed pretty stiff with nerves running through his body as he watched you disappear around a corner.

“Ever smoked?”

“Huh?” Peter shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on the girl holding a spoon pipe.

Meanwhile, you were in another room trying to find a mild drink for Peter to try without it resulting in him throwing up. Something about him told you he was a lightweight. There was nothing wrong with that but you didn’t want to try and explain to Tony why there was puke in your car tomorrow.

“Long time, no see,” a low voice whispered in your ear and you jumped, almost dropping the Truly in your hand (because what else do you think Peter could handle for the first time).

“What- Noah?” You furrowed your brows, your ex being the last person you’d see at a party.

Guess you have a type?

“Sorry to freak you out but yeah, how have you been?” He chuckled, grabbing a bottle of beer from the table behind you.

“Good, really good! What about you- you’re here. At a party?” You questioned and he shrugged.

“You had a long term effect on me,”

You shared a few laughs as you grabbed a drink for yourself. Things were left on good terms with him so it wasn’t awkward or anything. He was a nice guy but you were better off as friends.

“Well, I should get back. My boyfriend’s first party and I left him with my friends,” you gestured towards the way you came and he nodded.

“First, huh?” He raised his eyebrows at you and your own narrowed.

“Yeah?”

“I know you like cute brunettes, Exhibit A,” he pointed to himself making you roll your eyes, “So I’m assuming that’s him high as a kite?”

Your eyes went wide as you turned to see Peter on a couch with a few people on either side of him. He held a small pipe in his hand and he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered, setting the drinks down and quickly walking over to him with Noah following.

Peter gave you a big grin when he saw you, your face covered with concern.

“Hey babe!” Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you closer until you sat on the couch.

“You’re high?” You asked, taking the item from his hands.

“What do mean? These nice people wanted me to try this like you do- fuck you’re so pretty,” he leaned closer but you held your hand in front of his face.

“He’s barely sixteen and you let him use pot?” You weren’t angry but annoyed with the current situation.

He’s never done anything like this and could get in a lot of trouble if Tony found out. Not to sound like a hypocrite but you weren’t a fan of your boyfriend being on could nine right now.

It was extremely easy to tell he had used it more than once in the past ten minutes you thought you could leave him alone for and how were you supposed to get him home? You planned to bring him back to May’s since Tony thought you were bringing him to a friend’s house but his Aunt can’t know he’s high.

“Told us he wanted to do it for you,” One of your friends chimed in.

“He’s all good!” A guy yelled, pointing towards Peter.

“I’m sure he is,” you glared as you felt Peter’s hands wrapping around your waist.

“Come on, I heard something about shotgunning!” He grinned, reaching for the pipe in your hand “It’ll be fun!”

“What if we go do something else?” You chuckled as his grip on you tightened a little.

“Let’s do this first, I’m sure you’ve done it before!”

“Peter-,”

“Please!”

You groaned, reaching for a small clump of weed from the table and placing it in the spoon-shaped pipe, “Fine, but then we should go,”

“Okay!” He agreed, having the time of his life.

“After I do this, then I blow it in your mouth and we kiss,” you explained, his eyes lighting up at the thought of kissing you.

You grabbed the lighter, holding it to the small pipe and inhaled the drug before leaning close to Peter who was just enamored with how hot you looked right now. His lips parted as you blew into his mouth before connecting your lips.

If Peter wasn’t high right now, he probably wouldn’t have liked how many people were watching you practically make out. Several hoots and hollers were expressed around you as Peter tried to get more handsy but you slapped his wrist.

He pulled back, the happiest smile on his face, "See that was so cool!"

“Now let’s go, I didn’t expect this to happen tonight,” you gave Noah a nervous smile and he returned it.

Peter reluctantly let you take his hand and you got him off of the couch.

“Are we gonna go do something else when we get home?” He whispered in your ear and you eyed him.

You knew Peter was horny often, he’s a teenager with a super hot girlfriend. But his advances were usually much timider and you were the initiator. Not to mention you haven’t gotten to that point in your relationship yet and Peter has never done anything with you (or anyone).

“Mr. Parker, I think you should lay in bed until you’re more normal,” you chuckled, feeling him kiss your hand as you weaved through the crowd of people.

So much for an hour tops, you’ve only been here for like twenty minutes.

“What do you mean? I feel great and I am so ready to have sex-,”

You clapped your free hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep him from continuing his yelling. Luckily most of the people occupying the front lawn were too loud to notice.

“Babe, how about we talk about this in the car?” You asked as you opened your door and he did the same on his side.

You spent the entirety of the car ride trying to keep your eyes on the road while simultaneously explaining to Peter why you don’t want to have sex with him right now.

He insisted he needed to be touching you in some way. It was either putting his hand on your thigh but constantly fidgeting because he couldn’t stay still or trying to hold your hand that you needed to steer.

You somehow convinced your dad Peter’s friend canceled last minute and tried to keep the conversation to a minimum. Your boy might not be very distant from you normally anyway but he was all over you and Tony probably noticed.

But anything was better than him realizing you were at a party.

“How about we change into pajamas and then go to bed?” You lead Peter into your room of the compound and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“So we can’t fuck?”

Your eyes almost fell out of your head.

“I didn’t know high Peter would be horny and forward Peter,” you chuckled and grabbed some pajamas from your closet, including some clothes Peter has left here.

“All I’m hearing is we’re not having sex,” he sighed, taking the clothes from you.

“You’re hearing correctly- we never have had sex, you know that,” you started to slide down your pants and watched Peter suck in a breath before apologizing and turning around.

You really haven’t done much more than make out and cuddle.

“I- sorry I didn’t know you were-,”

“Oh, now you have manners?” You teased and finished changing.

You didn’t need to see Peter’s face to know it was beet red.

“I’m gonna change in the…in the bathroom,” he pointed to his destination and you nodded.

“You do that and we can cuddle when you get back,”

“So no-,”

“No sex,”

Peter could feel the bright sun shining on him as he slowly adjusted his eyes. He recognized he was in your room and definitely remembered most of what got him here. Maybe a little blurry but he knew enough to grimace at his actions.

He turned over to see a wall of pillows next to him and he moved a few aside to see you asleep next to him. After taking a second to admire your sleeping figure, he gently shook your arm.

A half-smile came across your face when you saw him. What a hottie you’re dating.

“Hey,” he gave you a soft kiss on the lips, “I’m so sorry,”

“For what part of last night?” You asked, sitting up a little.

“All of it- just that you’re friends told me I should try it and I guess my want to impress you got the best of me and um- then they said you were talking to your ex so I thought I should look experienced but turns out all I think about is sex when I’m high,” he rambled and you cupped his cheeks to have him focus on you.

“It’s alright, okay? I could care less about going to a party. If it means you feel more comfortable then I’m happy to lay in bed with you,” you smoothed his smile lines with your thumbs, “Speaking of which, you put these pillows up yourself,"

“I remember but not why I did it,” he shrugged, leaning into your touch.

“You said, and I quote, ‘You’re only using me to cuddle so no sex means no me’ and then proceeded to build a wall between us," you stifled a laugh as his cheeks began to heat up, “Peter, we haven’t even had sex. In fact, I think we avoid the topic,”

“But I’m sixteen so we technically could and I guess I was just thinking about it more recently...I um- I like you a lot," he looked down at his fingers to avoid your gaze.

"I like you too and I sure hope so if we're dating but that doesn't mean we have to have sex. I understand you think you need to do it all but trust me, we can take it slow," you assured him and took his hands in yours.

"Okay," he gave yours a light squeeze, "And I really am sorry about last night,"

"No, I think we should do it again in the future. You're really funny when you're high," you told him, a smirk on your face.

"Can we do it somewhere else though because I kind of liked it? I don't need people to know how horny I am so we could wait until Mr. Stark goes out of town," he cringed as he started recalling the events of last night for the millionth time.

"Sounds good to me,"

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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My Pretty Boy [p.p]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none...what's going on??

Synopsis: You do peter's eyeliner after he finally works up the courage to ask.

a/n: I'm tired and I think everyone hates me and my writing and so do I and I want to quit but hey...nvm there's no good news.

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Peter had watched you do your makeup a few times before and he became intrigued with the process. He thought you looked very pretty before you did anything but he still wanted to know all about what you were doing and why. Something about that concentrated face you made caught his eye.

Specifically when you did your eyeliner. Even more specifically; the eyeliner itself.

He wasn’t sure how to go about asking. You loved him and everyone but he was a little worried. Maybe you’d say no or get weirded out. His nerves got the best of him whenever he tried asking though.

“Peter?” You broke his thoughts when you saw him drifting off in the middle of your conversation.

He focused on you as you sat on the floor in front of the tall mirror while he watched you from the bed. He hummed in response and watched your reflection sigh at his spacey-ness.

“So you want to go to lunch in a bit or not?”

“Oh um…sure,” he brought his attention back to the eyeliner in your hand, the question on his mind screaming in his head right now.

“You don’t seem very sure,” you turned to look at the patient boy behind you.

“Whatever you want to do,”

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, huh?” You asked, noticing his gaze on the product in your hand.

You had an idea for a while Peter thought eyeliner was cool. He stared at yours for so long you thought he might burn a hole in your head. That is until you saw him out of the corner of your eye and fully looked at him, making him turn away with red cheeks.

“For lunch?”

“No,” you got up from your spot and made your way over to him, “Come on, you can ask me anything,”

Your boyfriend thought about what you were asking and wasn’t sure if you were on the same page. Did you want him to ask you to do his eyeliner? The pen was still in your hand and he had been staring at it for a while so it wasn’t impossible.

“Anything?”

“Anything,”

“Would you uh- can you,” he got quieter with his question until you couldn’t hear him anymore.

“Can’t hear you when you mumble, Peanut,” you cupped his cheeks and held his chin up, encouraging him to try again.

“Can you do my eyeliner, please?” He looked up at you with his innocent, dark brown eyes.

You stopped yourself from awing at his shyness.

“Of course I can,” you gave him a bright smile and sat next to him on the bed.

“Wait really?”

“Yeah really, why not?”

He fidgeted with the sleeve of his sweatshirt in hope you wouldn’t be upset.

“Because…I figured you wouldn’t like me and you’d say no,” he admitted before he felt your thumb and index finger holding his chin up for the second time.

“I don’t care if you to want wear eyeliner, it’s hot,” you assured him as you popped the cap off, “Now sit still and close your eyes,”

He did as he was told, trying his best to not move. You scooted closer to him and held his face with one hand and began lining the first eye.

“This feels weird,” he told you, ignoring how ticklish it was.

“You’ll get used to it eventually. Want a wing?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you could do it where it goes under my eye too?”

“Yeah, just look up- this will feel weird too,” you warned him to which he shrugged.

You applied it to his waterline, blending it slightly with your finger to smudge further under his eye. You lined and copied your movements on the second as he waited quietly for you to finish.

“There,” you scooted back to admire your work.

He opened his eyes and got up to look in the mirror, his mouth falling open when he saw the results.

“Woah, I look cool!” He watched you in the mirror nod in agreement.

“Told you,” you follow after him, arms wrapping around the grinning boy from behind, “Hot,”

“Thank you y/n/n,” he turned around in your embrace and placed a slow kiss on your lips.

“You’re welcome, my pretty boy,”

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Desperate [p.p]

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Pairing: sub!peter parker x fem!dom!reader

Warnings: swearing, oral;fem receiving, thigh riding and dry humping so...

Request: Dry humping with sub peter 👀

Synopsis: Peter's horny, you're busy, you encourage him to take matters into his own hands.

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“You almost done?” Peter asked, leaning over the back of the couch to see the work you were doing on your computer.

Several papers and textbooks were splayed out around the couch and coffee table. You could, with no doubt, say you wouldn’t be putting off things until the night before your boss wanted them done.

“Nope,” you looked up at him, a frown on his face.

“When then?” He whined and came around to the front of the couch, moving some papers aside.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you clicked your tongue and continued typing.

“’Oh Peter, I would love for you to eat me out! I’ll ride your dick and-,”

“Not funny,” you told him, eyes not leaving the screen to see his over-the-top facial expressions.

He sighed, the aching in his crotch wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. You set your laptop to the side and grabbed a few papers to read over. Peter took this as an opportunity to lay on top of you, his arms wrapping around your neck and legs wrapping around you.

You pulled a leg out from under his weight, scolding him for crinkling the papers you were holding. However, this led to your thigh pressing on a certain area.

Your hand ran up and down his back since you couldn’t blame him for wanting your attention. That combined with the feeling of your thigh only made his problem worse.

He slowly rolled his hips, just once, because he was worried you’d realize what he was doing. You didn’t seem to notice (at least he didn’t think you did) so he did it a few more times and the friction felt so good.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep it in, a small moan falling from his lips.

“Mr. Parker,” you said, breaking his pleasuring daze.

He halted, his body heating up and if his chin wasn’t resting on your shoulder you would see the fear in his eyes.

“Sorry, I um- I shouldn’t have done that,” he pulled his head back, the heat rising up his neck when he made eye contact with you.

“You didn’t finish,” you told him, not batting an eye.

“What?” He was stunned by your words. Sure, you did a lot of dirty talk but it was under circumstances like this.

“You heard me,” your lips turned to a smirk and he slowly nodded, “you desperate slut,”

His jaw went slack at your obscene words but he continued to jolt his hips nonetheless. You watched his eyes squeeze shut, breathing grow quick and heavy as he got lost in satisfaction.

You held his waist, guiding him as he got closer and you brought your leg under his so he grinded his clothed dick against your core. He whimpered at the thought of fulfilling your pleasure too. Watching him do this was enough to make you want cum.

“You look so pretty like this,” you cooed while your thumb stroked his cheek, “So desperate to cum, and yet I’m not really even touching you,”

He chased his high and you felt yourself grow closer too. His body shook as his orgasm washed over, a content smile on his face. He worked himself so hard he had beads of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks were bright red.

“What was this about me wanting you to eat me out?” You questioned, wiping the sweat from his face.

Work had been thrown out the window at this point.

He grinned, getting up from your lap and sitting on the floor in front of you. His hands ran up your thighs and stopped at hem your sweats, looking up at you for approval and pulling them down when you nodded.

You slowly opened your legs, his eyes going wide at the sight of you.

“See how wet you made me,” you whined, eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, feeling himself get hard again.

He buried his face between your legs, eager to make you finish. It didn’t take much but, then again, he went above and beyond when he went down on you.

“I love how you taste,” he said against your center, sucking on your slit.

Your chest rose and fell as you got closer, your grip on his curls tightening. You came all over his lips, a loud moan leaving your throat and he continued to lick at your clit and folds until you pulled him back.

“Think I’ll call in sick tomorrow,” you caught your breath, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

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We Should Try It [p.p]

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Pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

Warnings: this has sm 18+ shit cuz it's literally a sex questionnaire but it mentions cnc, anal stuff, three-ways, exhibitionism, etc so please just read at your own risk.

Synopsis: Peter's answers to the basic 75 questions on 'We Should Try It'.

Here's the website with the questions, 18+ : We Should Try It

a/n: never seen something like this except like the smut alphabet so...there are other question things that I might make a part 2 and 3 with but we'll see how this goes cuz I don't think anyone will like it and can't wrap my head around the fact people read the shit I put here but thanks!! also, if you for some reason want to use this as an idea, please give credit. :)

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The basics: 75 questions about sex and Peter’s (also, he's at least 18 for this.) answers.

1. Have longer teasing and foreplay sessions?

“We already do that, or at least, y/n teases me and one of us gets head,”

2. Give partner a sensual massage?

“Yeah, I’d love to if…if she let me because I love making her feel good,”

3. Receive sensual massage?

“Yes, the thought of her hands on me- just yes,”

4. Take pictures of partner?

“If she’s comfortable with that then I’d probably you…with them or just stare at the photos for hours, she’s so hot,”

5. Have pictures taken by partner?

“I don’t know if they’d look very good but if she was the only one seeing them then I suppose I’d be okay with it,”

Shut up Peter your dick would look very good.

6. Take pictures of us having sex?

“Yes. Mostly of her on top of me because- fuck,”

7.Strip/give lap dance to partner?

“I um…I already do that for her but I’d be happy to do more,”

8. Have partner strip/give lap dance?

“If she’s interested I wouldn’t mind the show. She’s done if a few times but not as often as I do- which I also don’t mind,”

9. Film us having sex?

“Eh…don’t really want to see myself on there. And if someone found the video we’d be fucked,”

10. Use mirrors?

“Done. Y/n…pegs…me. Has me watch in the mirror when she’s doing it and tells me I look pretty,”

11. Be woken up with sex/oral by partner?

“We make sure everything is consensual between the two of and I trust her with my life. Honestly wouldn’t mind waking up inside of her…in either way,”

12. Wake partner up with sex/oral?

“I’d never forgive myself if I sacred her or something so I don’t know if I could. If she was 100% sure she wanted me to then I would love to wake her up with an orgasm,”

13. Watch partner masturbate?

“She has me put on a blindfold and does it next to me…I can’t touch her and it’s literal torture. And the noises she makes just-,”

14. Be watched by partner while I masturbate?

“She says she ‘likes to watch me play with myself’ but I would rather have her hands on me. Still, she’s watched me, yes,”

15. Shave partner?

“First off, she can do whatever she wants, I’m not one of those who think a girl needs to be hairless, that’s pretty disturbing to request that. Anyway, if you mean down there, I would if she asked me to since it seems like an intimate thing and I love her. Definitely need a demonstration because I don’t want to cut her,”

16. Be shaven by partner?

“I try to keep it…maintained down there even though she says she doesn’t care. I trust her so if she’s interested then I wouldn’t mind,”

17. Shave each other?

“So like…we both do it at the same time or what? Like I said if she’s interested then sure,”

[I was going to skip that one but then you'll wonder why there are only 74 questions cuz it’s literally the same thing, anyway]

18. Watch porn together?

“Probably wouldn’t be watching much of it,”

19. Show partner something I like from porn?

“To be honest I don’t watch it too often now that we have sex kind of a lot. I love already love everything she does to me so I don’t see why I’d need to show her some bad acting in order to let her know I like something. In fact, I think she knows what I like before I do,”

20. Be shown what partner likes from porn?

“She just tells me what she likes but if she wanted to show me then I’d be happy to deliver,”

21. Be more vocal towards partner during sex?

“I’m certain I’m already louder than her- not that I can’t make her feel good too I just- you get what I mean,”

22. Have partner be more vocal?

“The noises she makes are so hot, I’m good with what she gives me which is a lot,”

23. Talk dirtier to partner?

“To be honest I’m not very good at that but if she wants me to then I could try,”

24. Have partner talk dirtier to me?

“Y/n is so good at it and makes me hard without even touching me so I think she’s already pretty dirty,”

25. Call partner obscene words (bitch, slut, whore, etc)

“I don’t think our dynamic would really work with that and, even if it did, I don’t know I could call her those things,”

26. Be called obscene words (bitch, slut, whore, etc)?

“She does and I really like it…”

27. Have sex while on period?

“I know orgasms help with cramps so sometimes I put my hand, like over her pants, and rub and she says it helps. Usually, we just cuddle but if she wanted to try it then I would,”

28. Roleplay in costumes?

“I wouldn’t call it role-play because I think she just likes how I look in it, but I’ve worn a maid costume before and I would do it again if she wants me to,”

29. Wear stockings and heels for partner?

“Maybe but I tried on a pair of her heels once and those things hurt like hell,”

30. Listen to romantic music during sex?

“We have before but we usually forget to turn anything on,”

31. Listen to rock/rap music during sex?

“I don’t know why anyone would want that, it’s not very romantic,”

32.Mutually masturbate

“Never done it because we might as well have sex then,”

33.Be rougher towards partner?

“I’m worried I’d hurt her which is why it works out that she’s more dominate,”

34.Have partner be rougher to me?

“She kind of is but she makes sure I’m okay all of the time and I really like it,”

35. 69 partner?

“Haven’t done it but I totally would if she’s interested,”

36.Swallow partner’s cum?

“I have and I will again because ‘good boys always clean up their messes’,”

37. Cum on partner’s breasts/neck?

“I have, she usually asks me where I want to cum when she goes down on me, and seeing it on her boobs is so hot,”

38. Cum on partner's face?

“I think we’ve done that, it usually ends up there somehow,”

39. Have partner cum on my face?

“She does,”

40. Have partner sit on my face as I give oral?

“I love when she sits on my face, the view is beautiful, and eating her out is something I could do forever,”

41. Sit on partner’s gave and receive oral?

“Usually I’m on my back when she does it and I’m worried I’d hurt her or she wouldn’t like it but if she wanted to I love head from her and am open to the idea,”

42.Use dildos in sex?

“She’s used one in- in my butt before,”

43.Use vibrators in sex?

“She uses them on me all of the time and I really like it,”

44.Wear a cock ring during sex?

“I’m pretty sure we did last night- hey Y/n/n did you use a cock ring on me last night?”

“I sure did and you sure loved it!”   “There’s your answer,”

45.Use nipple clamps?

“I’ve worn them before because she found out I’m a ’tit-whore’,”

46. Use sex furniture?

“Sounds interesting…I'm good without blatant sex things around the apartment,”

47. Anally finger partner?

“Never done and I honestly don’t think I could do it right or she’d even want me to,”

48. Be fingered anally by partner?

“Already- already done it and I will tell you I like it, no further comments,”

49. Anally penetrate partner?

“Again, I’ll leave the butt stuff for her to organize unless she wanted me to,”

50. Double penetrate partner with me and toy?

“So one in each hole?”

“Now why’d you say it like that- what am I a golf course?”

“If you want me to then I would, okay?”

51. Eat partner’s ass?

“Never done it and I doubt she wants me back there like that,”

52. Have partner eat your ass?

“No part of me thinks she’d want to do that,”

53. Have sex in the car?   “We did it in a parking garage and some people walked by and that was the end of that,”

54. Have sex in the woods/park?

“Public doesn’t seem to work out for us,”

55. Have sex in a work environment?

“Really, no,”

56. Have sex in front of an outward-facing window?

“What floor?”

57. Have sex where you might get caught?

“Bad idea,”

58. Watch another couple?

“We’re kinky but I don’t think that kinky. I’d probably feel uncomfortable,”

59. Let others watch us have sex?

“I’m already shy about her seeing me naked, even though she’s never said one negative thing about me, so I wouldn’t like that,”

60. Have sex with other couples, but don’t touch them?

“I just like her,”

61. Three-way with another woman?

“I can’t love on another woman the way I do her,”

62. Three-way with another man?

“I don’t really like the idea of another guy being there, I’d probably be self-conscious and jealous when she gives him attention,”

63. Have sex with another couple?

“Again, just like her,”

64. Include more than two men?

“You can skip past any questions involving other people, please,”

69. Go to strip club with partner?

“If she wanted to but I don’t think I’d want to go to one with other women. Not because I can’t control myself, seriously, but I don’t know how much fun it’d be for her,”

70. Go to a sex club with partner?

“That includes people seeing us so no,”

71. Go to a nudist resort with partner?

“She’s the only one I want seeing me naked,”

72. Go to a pleasure resort with partner?

“What’s tha-,”

“Babe, you can be naked and have sex in front of people but it’s well regulated. Basically a naked hotel,”

“Oh, then I don’t think I’m interested in that…unless you are?”

“So you do want to?

“I didn’t say that!”

73. Thrust penis between partner’s breasts?

“We’ve done that, I love her boobs,”

74. Give partner hickeys?

“I have before but she usually does it to me,”

75. Receive hickeys from partner?

“Yes, I love it,”

“Alright, now Y/n can take her turn for the interview and Peter, you move onto the next round. You can compare your answers at the end you kinky fuckers,”

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Freak in the Sheets

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Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: swearing, references to sex, hickeys

Request: Can you do one about Peter being obsessed with reader leaving hickeys on him and he loves showing them off never covers them

Synopsis: What you plant on Peter is revealed at a pool party.

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It’s no secret that Peter loves when you mark him up. You don’t really have an issue with it because a part of you really likes that he wants people to know he’s yours. Plus, with his sweet and innocent demeanor, people were pretty shocked when he started walking around with hickeys on his neck.

Peter laid between your legs, his head rested on your stomach as you weaved your fingers through his hair.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” you sat up a little and hovered your face over his.

“But wouldn’t you rather just spend time with me?” He whined, flipping over and sitting up as well.

“Yeah but a lot of my friends are gonna be there so I should go. You don’t have to come with if you don’t want to,” you shrugged.

“No I’ll go- you’ll be in a bikini and I can’t miss that,” he scooted closer and held your waist.

“You can see me in that, or less, anytime,”

“True,” he leaned in, softly kissing your lips.

You pulled him back so he was laying on top of you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips stay on each other's with heavy breathing and small moans filling the room.

You flipped the two of you over, his head resting on the pillow now. You smiled down at him and the canvas you had to work with.

He felt your warm lips below his ear, immediately letting out a whimper as you sucked on his soft skin. Your teeth bit down a little, followed by your tongue to soothe the mark.

“Please…more,” he whispered and your lips turned upward into a smirk against his neck.

“Take off your shirt,”

Loud music filled your ears as the sun beamed down onto the backyard filled with sweaty teenagers. You grimaced at the smell of sunscreen and body odor hanging in the air.

“I noticed you and Peter were busy last night,” MJ raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her drink.

“Something like that. I’m surprised you even showed up,” you replied, trying to find your boyfriend in the sea of people.

He wandered off a few minutes ago and yeah it was probably to get as many people as he could to see his neck.

“I’m heading out soon, I don’t really do the sun,”

You nodded, a comfortable silence filling the air. Finally, you spotted Peter sitting on the edge and sent him a wave. He returned it and then held up his index finger. You watched as he pulled off his shirt to leave him in just his swim trunks.

Several eyes fell on him, including yours and MJ’s.

“Shit,” you practically choked on your drink.

“Something like that?” MJ looked like her eyes were about to fall out of her head.

Aside from the marks on his neck, some were littered on his collar bone and they trailed in a straight line down his chest and stomach. Final destination: somewhere below his waistband.

“I- at least he’s showing off what I word very hard on,” you chuckled when he gave you a thumbs up before jumping in the pool.

“Everyone knows you’re a real freak in the sheets now,” she teased, patting your shoulder, “Anyway I’m gonna go and you have fun with that,”

“I’ll keep you updated,” you gave her a wink and she shook her head.

“His abdomen gave me enough updates, no thanks,”

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He's All That [p.p]

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Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: swearing, so much flirting

Request: Can you do a request where Peter Parker x avenger reader and they don’t get along too much and one night at the compound the reader is arguing with Peter in his room and he’s trying to ignore her so he gets in the shower so now the reader is arguing behind the door and she says something and he opens the bathroom door with a towel on and the reader is all red from seeing him lmao and Peter teases her about it

Synopsis: Something happens during training that leads to you arguing with Peter through the bathroom door.

a/n: actually really like this one

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You wouldn’t say you had a bad relationship with Peter Parker. Okay, maybe you did. Something about him infuriated you. Everyone else loved him. They made sure he was doing okay, they were super nice to him, they thought everything he did was great.

You’re not so convinced. He was just so…nice. It was weird, no matter how much shit you gave him, he didn’t fight back. Maybe that pissed you off.

No matter what he did, he was attractive, even when he was getting his ass beat by you in the gym he looked hot. Face red, his hair going in every direction, and sweat dripping down bare chest.

“You look nice,” he told you and sucked in his breath when you shot him a glare.

You’re wearing sweats and a t-shirt??

“Let’s get this over with, alright?” You stretched your arms and rolled your shoulders.

When you found out you had been assigned as Peter’s combat partner for the next month, you were ready to wring Steve’s neck. You’re convinced the team has been conspiring to get you and Peter to be friends.

Not to mention the constant comments in passing about you guys flirting.

“You’re mean to him because you like him,”

“He doesn’t fight back because he has a crush on you,”

“When will you guys date already?”

You did notice Peter staring at you a lot. Every time you looked over at him, he was already looking at you and his cheeks turned pink. This begs the question: why are you looking for him in the first place?

“So I-,” you grabbed his forearm, bringing it to his back, “I noticed Wanda brought your dinner to your room last night,”

He fought his way out of your grasp, in turn, grabbing both if your wrists.

“What are you keeping tabs on me now?” You narrowed your eyes as his went into a panic.

“What- no I just was wondering why you- you weren’t at dinner,” he grimaced as you kicked him in the shin, his hands leaving yours.

“None of your business,” you crossed your arms, watching him try to deal with the pain in his leg.

When he recovered, you were twice as ready to win with his concern for you being an utter annoyance.

“Then how was your night?” He asked, dodging your punch.

“Great, I ate that dinner, masturbated, and fell asleep,” you gave him a big grin and took his surprise as an opportunity to wrap your leg around his, pulling it forward and making him fall on his back.

You planted your knees to hold his hips in place, pinning his wrists to the mat on either side of his head.

“What? Did that get you flustered?” You frowned, batting your eyelashes.

“I- look I just wanted to know-,” his breath hitched as you leaned closer, your faces only a few inches apart.

“Know what?”

“Just wanted to know…” he drifted off, studying every detail of your face, your eyes that for once weren’t glaring at him and your lips that he wanted on his so badly.

“I can tell you something you probably want to know,” you leaned closer if possible and he closed his eyes, his wishful thinking expecting you kiss him, “You’re a sucker,”

His eyes shot open to see a smirk on your face, on the verge of losing it. He furrowed his eyebrows, jaw going slack.

“Please get off,” he told you, avoiding your intimidating gaze.

“You’re mad I won,” you chuckled, not making a move to let him go.

“No, just get off of me,” he pulled his wrists from your grasp and gently moved you over before getting up.

He hastily walked over to one of the benches where he had set his water bottle and started making his way to the door.

“Oh, now you’re mad?” You followed after him into the hallway, “Peter,”

You stayed on his heels, completely oblivious to why he would be mad. He ignored your voice as he hurried to his room down the hall.

“Why are you pouting?” You asked, coming into his room with him.

“Just go,” he turned to look at you and you couldn’t help but notice a little sadness in his eyes.

He went into his bathroom that’s attached and shut the door behind him, locking it.

“I was messing with you!” You said from the other side of the door, trying the door handle.

“You always are!” He sighed, turning on the shower.

You leaned your back against the door, running your hands down your face.

Sure, you made fun of him a lot. He’s perfect and everything he does is perfect and it pissed you the hell off. You wanted a reason to give him shit but you really didn’t much other than you’re…maybe a little jealous.

“I’m not going anywhere until you quit pouting with no purpose!” You yelled over the water to make sure he could hear you.

No answer.

“I’m not nice to you usually so I just thought- I don’t know it was just a joke! I shouldn’t have done that but I didn’t think you’d be so upset!” you grimaced at your words.

Just water falling from the shower head.

“Just that everyone loves you- like you can’t do anything wrong! They think you’re so great…and fuck, Parker, you kind of are!”

Nothing.

“You also never shut the hell up- ironic right about now- but you’re so cute, no matter what comes out of you mouth!”

Water.

“Point is…I’m sorry, there I said it! I guess I maybe like you? I suppose you’d have no way of knowing since I’m an absolute asshole to you and you do nothing back to me- which I don’t get but whatever!”

The shower stopped.

“Really, now you haven’t got anything to say?” You laughed at your thinking he’d care about your confession.

Then the door opened, causing you to fall backwards until his arms wrapped around you, a yelp leaving your lips.

“You like me?” The boy asked while looking down at you, both for your faces upside down for the other.

You pulled yourself up with his help, taking a deep breath. Your eyes went wide when you finally looked at the rest of him. Towel loosely wrapped around his hips. That toned torso with water droplets rolling down. And his hair looks so good even when it’s damp.

You nodded, a light blush running across your cheeks.

“Why are you blushing?,” he took notice to the red on your cheeks, a small smirk forming.

“What- no. I’m not,” you covered your cheeks as if you could wipe it away.

“Did I get the ever-serious, total hardass Y/n Y/l/n to blush?” He had genuine surprise in his voice.

“Nope,” you took your hands away after collecting yourself, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling at him.

“If you say so,”

A little but of awkward silence filled the air with you going back to stare at his naked upper half and his face turning beet red like usual.

“How come you’re not making fun of me? That’s all I do so go ahead, make fun of my crush on you, I can take it,” you closed your eyes like you were about to be slapped.

“No no no!” He placed his hands on your shoulders, startling you.

Your eyes shot open to see a bright smile on his face.

“I um- I like you, like a lot and I just didn’t think you did because like you said you’re kind of mean to me and like you said, I can’t stop talking, sorry,” he stopped rambling even though you were prepared to listen.

“Really?”

“Really,”

You saw the same thing in his eyes as you did when you on top of him not fifteen minutes ago. His wishful thinking came back, wanting you to finally put your lips on his. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and your lips almost met-

“I so called it!” A voice from the other side of the door.

“Steve owes me twenty!” Another said, followed by laughter and clapping.

“What the hell!” You pulled the door open to see Tony and Thor, “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough!” Tony snorted, pointing Peter, “Remember the talk we had the other day?”

“Mr. Stark-,”

“Alright, that’s enough,” you slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Hi,” Peter said shyly as let out a deep breath and bringing his hands to waist.

“Hey Parker,”

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Pairing: sub!peter parker x fem!reader

Warnings: um...sex, boob sucking *nervous smile*

Request: Can u do a sub!peter smut ?? Like something like spitting in his mouth or sucking on his tongue while making out and it leads to smut plz xx

Synopsis: You and Peter go from making out to doing other things on the couch.

a/n: I wrote that...ok, gonna go to bed. also, sorry it took my so long to get this one done, I hope you like it

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Your hand had been rubbing up and down Peter’s thigh for the past twenty minutes. Each time you got closer to where he needed you, you took it back just as quick. He shifted in his seat multiple times, loving and hating how much you were teasing him during the movie.

He couldn’t even understand what was happening in the plot anymore, your hands being his only focus. What he wanted you to with them. What you planned on doing with them.

By the time the movie was over, he was a flustered mess. You knew what you could do to him.

You shut off the TV, the kitchen light behind you being the only source of light.

His heart rate increased as you, without a word, brought one of your legs over his, straddling him. You could feel his hard-on against you.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whispered against his lips and watched his cheeks flush.

You connected your lips with his, a certain relief flowing through him. You couldn’t remember the last time one of you wasn’t in the mood to takeout when the other wanted. How good the two of you were when you kissed explained why.

No matter where you indulged in each other’s company, you felt safe with him and he with you. Peter was more than happy to have you in control. He’s not good at initiating things so he appreciates you taking care of it. And he contributes more than he can while under you.

Your tongue gained access to his mouth, dominating his own. He moaned into the kiss, hands gripping your waist. One of yours was entwined with his curls while the other held his jaw, guiding him.

Breathing heavy, you pulled back, leaning your forehead on his for a moment of air before going right back to it.

You kept your mouth open, hoping he’d take the hint which he did. His tongue hesitantly slipped between your lips but you latched onto it before he could get any further. Leisurely, you sucked on the muscle, moaning as you did so.

When you released it, his eyes were filled with lust and he felt like he was about to pass out.

“You are,” he took a deep inhale, “So hot,” he leaned forward, meeting your lips again.

“I know,” you briefly disconnected your lips from his as he let out a whine.

You rocked your hips back and forth, your core rubbing over his dick with the only thing separating you being your clothes.

“Need you, p- please,” he told you, desperate for you.

“I’m here,” you kissed down his jawline to his ear, your lips sucking on his lobe, “Gonna take care of you,”

He shivered at your breath hitting his skin until you kissed on his sweet spot at the corner of his jaw. Your hands fell down to the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms as you swiftly pulled it over his head. You did the same for yourself.

His mouth immediately going to your chest, kissing down the valley of your breasts. Luckily for him and his fingers, you weren’t wearing a bra right now. Your hands found his hair as he latched onto your left nipple and his tongue warmed your skin.

“Love your tits,” he said against your skin.

Spit ran down to your stomach as he sucked on one and then the other, a hand occupying one when his lips weren’t on it. You had become a moaning mess in his lap when got off of him, a whine leaving his lips as your boobs did too.

You pulled down your pants and underwear and he did the same, raising his hips off of the couch and undoing his belt buckle.

“Just a second,” you kissed his cheek and chuckled when he chased your lips, “You need a condom,”

He sighed, waiting impatiently completely naked while you got one from the bathroom.

“Alright,” you came back in the living room, condom in hand, “Where were we?”

You straddled his waist again, spitting on your hand and pumping him a few times before pulling the condom over his hard dick.

Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him close to you as you softly kissed his lips.

“Want me to fuck you?” You questioned, biting your lip.

“Oh my god, yes- fuck,” he stuttered while eagerly nodding his head.

You reached down, lining up his cock with your entrance. His head fell back as you sank down and your warmth engulfed him. After adjusting, you slowly bounced and moans filled the room.

“You feel so good inside me,” you rested your head in the crook of his neck, your hot breath hitting his neck.

Another thing you were so good at together: sex. You gave Peter orgasms he had never been able to achieve with his hand.

And the noises he made when you had been edging him for who knows how long, the way you looked absolutely stunning on top of him, was just perfect. Everything was perfect. Beautiful no matter how kinky you got. Exciting even when took it slow.

You felt the tightening in your core as you got closer, breathing heavy, eyes squeezed shut with your face resting on his shoulder.

“You close?” You asked, feeling even more stimulation as his thumb rubbed smiled circles on your clit.

“Yeah- need you to first,” he told you, determined to have you feel you good.

“Don’t worry, I’m there,” your bounces got messier, reaching your orgasm.

He held onto your hips and continued thrusting into you and he came a moment after you, body stuttering as a wave of pleasure washed over the both of you and he filled up the condom.

“So pretty,” you told him, admiring how good he looks when he climaxes and loud moans fell from his mouth.

“You are so- so good at that,” he rested his forehead on your chest and you kissed the top of his head.

“I figured,” =====

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Pairing: Peter x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: swearing and typos.

Request: I love this I really hope you get to it, I was wondering could you do a Peter Parker x avenger best friend where it’s like 12am and everybody is asleep at the compound and Peter just got done patrolling but he gets hurt really bad and maybe like he got stabbed? And he stumbles into the readers room asking for help. Then like she has to take his suit off to fix him up and he’s all flustered and junk on her bed with his suit off, then he’s nervous and stuff to ask can he just sleep with her for the night to feel better, idk I thought this was cute

Synopsis: Peter needs your help and it turns into sleeping in your bed.

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A knock was heard at your door and you groaned. You finally got comfortable in bed. Actually, a little surprised anyone would be at your in the first place. Usually, you were the last to turn out your light in the compound.

You drug yourself out of the bed and shuffled over to your bedroom door.

“Peter, what are you-,” your breath hitched when you saw his current state.

Hair a sweaty mess. Chest heaving. A bruise forming on his right cheekbone. He still had his suit on which was extremely tattered. And blood. So much blood. Running down his left leg.

“Can- I need help, please,” he started tipping and you did your best to keep him up, helping him over to your bed where he laid down.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

You quickly went to your attached bathroom and grabbed some bandages, cotton swabs, a towel, and hydrogen peroxide.

“So, sit up a little,” you propped him up on a pillow and he winced when you lifted his leg to put the towel under it, “And I need to take your suit off,”

He nodded, pushing the spider emblem on his chest and you slowly pulled it off of him.

He could feel his body get hot as you examined him for other problem areas, your fingers brushing over his skin.

“Is this okay?” You gently pushed his boxers up to get a better look at the wound.

“Yep, perfectly okay,” he was sure you could see how red he was in the face now.

Yeah, you’re best friends, it’s not like you haven’t cuddled or hugged or almost kissed but then you both chickened out and acted like it had never happened.

This touching was a little more personal though. He never thought he’d be laying on your bed in underwear.

Hoped? Maybe.

Okay, yeah, he totally did.

In this context? Nope.

“What happened to you?” You soaked a few cotton balls in the hydrogen peroxide and started wiping at the blood around the cut.

“I was watching these drunk guys and one spotted me and got mad. One thing led to another and…knifed,” he sighed, running his hand over his face.

“At least you made it out alive, this cut isn’t deep,” you placed the cotton on his wound and he grimaced.

“Fuck that burns,” he squeezed his eyes shut, holding onto your comforter to try and deal with the pain.

You reached for his hand with your free one and immediately took it, grasping but careful not to hurt you.

“Almost done,” you ran your thumb over the back of his while continuing to clean it, then opened the bandage with your teeth.

You gently pressed it down to stick to his skin and let out a deep breath you’d been holding in during the process.

“Alright, you’re all set- probably should shower,” you picked up the dirty cotton and went to throw it away in the bathroom.

Peter considered what you might say to the question that formed in his mind. You’d slept in the same bed before but only once and it was by accident. Now that you’d been friends for so long, feelings existing for a while now, it might be a little different to share a bed.

“Y/n/n?” His voice was quiet as you approached the bed again.

“Yes, Parker?” You fixed a few pieces of hair that had stuck to his forehead.

Why the hell would you do that when he was trying to ask you something, now he’s even more flustered.

“Can I…please- only if you’re okay with it- sleep in here?” He looked at his toes, avoiding the look of annoyance that was probably on your face.

He heard your door open and looked up to see you no longer beside him, the corners of his lips turned down. Did you think he meant alone? The whole idea was that you’d be there with him.

You came back a couple of minutes later, a pair of his sweatpants in hand.

“I don’t want blood on my sheets,” you tossed the pants to him, “And you can use my shower, I can wear a blindfold if you need me to be your buddy,”

He grinned at your agreement to let him stay, the nervousness over asking leaving his body.

“That’s alright, I can yell if I think I’m gonna fall over,” he chuckled and slowly got off of your bed, staggering over to your bathroom.

“Okay then,” you picked up the towel, tossing it on the floor to be dealt with in the morning.

You climbed into bed and waited patiently until he came back a few minutes later in the sweatpants you brought him. You did your best not to check him out as if you weren’t doing that when you were being a doctor earlier.

You patted the spot next to you, his eyes lighting up. He got in next to you and shut off the lamp on your bedside table. You noticed a large gap between your bodies.

“Why are you so far over?” You asked, pulling his arm so he was closer to your body and scooting over, spooning him.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted me to be so close to you…I’m not even wearing a shirt,” he flipped over, breath hitching when he realized how close your faces were.

“I don’t see any issues with this…unless you do?” You brushed your thumb gently over his bruised cheek.

“Nope,” he let out a nervous laugh, leaning into your touch, “thank you,”

“Happy to help,” your eyes didn’t leave his, looking at each other in comfortable silence.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding onto you as his fingers ran up and down your spine. His eyes got heavy and you could tell he was trying to fight it.

“It’s alright,” you pressed your lips to his forehead, “I’ll still be here when you wake up,”

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Flustered

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Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: sex reference. alludes to him having a *cough* boner *cough* sorry I need some water

Request: Hi! I want to request a Peter Parker x female reader (already established) based on this. Can it be like the reader is scrolling through reels and she sees this and wants to try it on Peter and he’s all a blushing mess at the end? If you’re not comfortable writing this that’s totally ok!

Synopsis: You try a challenge on Peter you find on instagram.

a/n: nervouspeternervouspeternervouspeter

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•You’re laying your bed, phone in hand

•Peter was currently grabbing snacks for you guys to watch a movie

•You came across a video on instagram

•An idea came to mind

•genius

•You made sure you had it down and watched it a few times

•Peter got back, smiling at how much he was able to carry from the kitchen

•cute

•anyway

•"Peter, stand there,” you told him after he set everything down on your bed

•He looked confused but still stood in front of the wall like you told him as you came over to him

•You brought your hands in front of him, showing him and he followed your movements

•"Put these fingers up,” you pointed to his right hand

•Your right hand linked with his and his eyes widened when you put them over his head

•His cheeks and ears turning red as you back him against the wall, freehand on his waist rubbing small circles

•He gave you a nervous smile trying to process what to say

•"Oh, you’re nervous,” you teased, leaning in to kiss him which made him blush even more

•"Pftt, no I- no I’m fine,” he sputtered, trying to avoid your intimidating gaze

•"Mhm, I guess your phone is in your front pocket then?” A smirk appearing on your face when his squeezed his shut in embarrassment, "Okay bottom,"

•You let go of him and made your way back over to the bed leaving him a flustered mess

•"Can we um…watch a movie later?” He put his hand over his…problem area

•"Only if you come over here,” you chuckled at what that small gesture did to him.

•Yep, he’s lovestruck

•and

•horny

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Peace and Quiet

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Pairing: Peter x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: sex reference...swearing, typos??

Request from @risxx: Can I get a peter parker imagine where the reader is an avenger and she lives in the tower along with Peter and the others and one day, peter comes back tired from patrol and he just falls asleep on her?? And it could be all fluffy, like peter snuggling into her and the avengers teasing the reader and she shushes them so that they don't wake peter up?? THANK YOU

Synopsis: After returning from a mission incredibly sore, peter finds comfort on the couch with as you try your best to keep everyone quiet.

a/n: I'd give anything to cuddle with him rn omg

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He wasn’t very used to going on more high-profile missions but that didn’t stop him from jumping at the opportunity to join Natasha and Thor on one.

They weren’t crazy about the idea but he begged them to let him go. After spending all of his time in Queens dealing with robbers, he was determined to prove himself.

Peter staggered into the compound’s living room with Nat and Thor following shortly after, his entire body aching. The false confidence he had was probably what was keeping him going.

“You look great,” you told him, taking notice of the shiner on his right eye.

“You too,” slumped in the spot next to you, “And I actually mean it,”

“Hey, it’s not that bad,” you turned your body to face him.

You gently cupped his face, checking for any other cuts and bruises.

“It’ll be gone soon anyway, you’ve got enhanced everything,” you patted his cheek and he winced, “Oh, that didn’t hurt,”

“Everything hurts!” He whined, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He pulled you closer to him, if possible, and buried his face in your chest.

“You’re gonna suffocate your lover there, Spider-boy,” Nat took a seat on the sofa across from you, reaching for the TV remote.

“Am not,” his voice was muffled until he flipped over to look at his former mission partner.

“How was it, besides whatever happened to you,” you chuckled, placing a hand in his hair.

“Those two fucked it up,” Nat chimed in, crossing her arms in frustration.

“I blame him,” Thor pointed to Peter who had wrapped his entire body around you, giving you no choice but to lay down with him on top of you.

“Not my fault I got beat up,” Peter told the room.

“Isn’t it though?” You smirked when he sat up, glaring, “You’re cute,”

He sighed when you opened your arms and he had no choice but to fall back into them. Your hands threaded through his curls again, making him drift off. Couldn’t blame him. He really worked himself when trying to show off for the others.

Being one of the youngest Avengers made him feel the need to constantly prove himself. Granted, he kind of did. You’ve been here longer so they already knew what you were made of. Peter really was one of the most driven people you knew and it's very admirable.

“Will you turn that down?” You whispered to Thor who was watching TV at what sounded to be the loudest volume possible.

“Oh, he’s alright,” the god waved you off and continued watching his program.

“He’s exhausted, you could be courteous,” you raised your eyebrows, staring him down until he reluctantly turned down the volume, “thanks,

“What a cute couple!” You heard a mocking voice come from down the hall.

“Shut up!” You whisper-yelled to Scott who covered his mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding a bowl of cereal.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, dramatically tip-toeing to the couch and sitting next to Thor, “Didn’t mean to wake the prince,”

You rolled your eyes and prayed that was the end all-be all to noise production in the living room. You couldn’t be more wrong. When Nat left to shower, Sam and Bucky came stumbling in like they just left the bar (which they probably did).

Then you tried your best to keep their bickering to a minimum over who got to pick what to watch next.

“Why can’t you just be mature about this and play rock-paper-scissors?” You pulled a blanket over you and Peter, covering most of his head.

“I don’t know why it’s an issue,” Thor waved the remote in the air, “I have the controller!”  

“Shhhh,” Scott put his index finger in front of his lips, “I don’t need to find out what Y/n looks like mad,”

“I’ve seen it…scary,” Bucky remembered what happened when you found out he told Sam you and Peter were dating when you told him to keep it to himself. Yep, scary, to say the least.

“Just go to another room,” Sam deadpanned, snatching the remote from Thor.

“We were here first and-,”

“Why wasn’t I invited to this party?” Tony’s voiced boomed as he entered the room, a smirk on his face.

“It’s not- where are you all coming from?” You whined, frustrated you couldn’t get some peace and quiet with your boyfriend.

“Is the kid somewhere under that blanket?” Tony chuckled, pulling out his phone.

You flipped off the camera, eyes narrowed, as he took a picture of you and sleeping beauty.

“He’s always hanging onto her somehow,”

“You guys are so touchy,”

“Y/n is only nice to the kid,”

“Will everyone shut up!” Your hands ran over your face before gently shaking Peter awake.

When he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch.

“Someone’s salty,” Thor told you as you walked out of the room.

Hoots and hollers could be heard as you walked down the hallway to your bedroom with a sleep Peter.

“This’ll be better, you can actually sleep in a quiet and comfortable place,” you kissed his cheek and he gave you a quiet thank you and smiled as you helped his sore body under the covers.

“Oh and your eye, I’ll go grab an ice pack,”

“Be fast, I want you…not like that- I mean-,”

“I get what you mean,” your lips quirked into a smile at his pink cheeks, “I’ll be right back,”  You made your way back to the main area of the floor, the other’s noticing quick your arrival.

“I thought that one would be able to last longer,” Sam smirked, your eyes widening at the “joke”.

“I just need an icepack,” you huffed, rummaging through the large freezer.

“That rough, huh?”

“Bucky, I don’t care how strong that medal is, I will tear it off and beat you with it,” you waved the ice pack towards him, “It’s for his eye,”

“Sure it is,”

You ignored their endless teasing as you wrapped it in a towel and hastily got back to your room.

“Hey,” you got in next to Peter, a sleepy grin appearing on his face.

“Hi,” he pulled you closer to him, his body clinging to you like it was just a few minutes ago.

You tenderly placed the pack on his temple and he winced at the sudden cold.

“Ouch but thank you,” he kissed your neck lazily.

“My pleasure,” your free hand gently ran over his cheekbone, calming him.

And, thankfully, Peter Parker was once again fast asleep in your arms.

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Perfect

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: little smutty cuz hand job, sub!Peter if your glasses aren’t fogged up like the shower glass

Request: Having a shower with Peter- washing each others hair and bodies please just really fluffy and domestic maybe just a little smutty

Synopsis: You surprise Peter when he comes home and you're waiting for him naked.

a/n: hey, I’m back from hiatus and this one escalated quickly

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You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. He was truly the light of your life. Pure trust and love between the two of you. Nothing you could do would ever make him love you any less. He loves you with every bit of his soul and you love his.

That’s why you figured you’d surprise him.

You stood completely naked in the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom in your’s and Peter’s apartment. The bathroom light being the only thing keeping you from the dark. Your body was silhouetted and you waited patiently for your boyfriend to get home.

You heard the front door open, followed by a happy hello.

“In here,” you told him when you heard him set down the groceries you sent him to get.

“Hey, how was-,” he paused, the dim lighting falling on the features of his stunned face.

:Brown eyes blown wide, jaw slack, and you could see the faintest blush painted on his cheeks.

“You- wow- what are you- fuck,” he tried to get out a sentence but he couldn’t function with you in front of him like this.

“Everything alright?” You asked, batting your eyelashes, your hands dropping from the doorway to your waist.

“Ever- it’s perfect,” he let out a deep breath as you turned your back to him.

You swayed your hips over the shower and turned to handle, looking at the wowed boy.

“Think I’ll take a shower,”

“Okay, I’m gonna go wash the apples you told me to buy,” he scratched the back of his neck, oblivious to what you were hinting.

“Oh, I just thought you’d want to wash something else,” you shrugged and watched his brain catch up.

He eagerly nodded, pulling his shirt off revealing his toned arms and torso. God, you’d never get sick of that body. His hands hesitated slightly when pulling his pants and boxers. You smirked when you saw it was because he was already hard.

“Flattering,” you told him, pulling his arm to get him in the shower with you.

You got him under the water and ran your hands through his hair until it was soaked. He closed his eyes, drifting into a state of pleasure as you worked the shampoo into his roots. His hands never left your waist while you massaged his scalp. You brought him back under the water, holding a hand over his eyes to keep out any soapy water.

“Thank you,” he gave you a dopey smile and you kissed his cheek, “let me do yours,”

He grabbed the shampoo and had you turn around so he could reach all of your hair. You sighed as he washed your hair, careful to be gentle running his hands through it. Them doing the same with conditioner on the ends.

“Hand me the body wash,” you pointed to the bottle and he grabbed it for you.

You ran your hands over his collar bones and then over each arm, telling him how much you loved how his strong shoulders. He, of course, sputtered at the compliment.

His breath hitched when your hands got lower, his upper thighs to be specific. You kept eye contact with him as your hand brushed over his hard dick, so lightly that he groaned when you took it away.

“Was there something you wanted?” You tilted your head, hand hovering over it still.

“Um- can- I thought-,”

“Use your words,” you cooed, holding his chin with your index and thumb.

“Please, make me cum,” he looked down, checking you out for the millionth time, “please,”

“Of course,” you softly kissed his lips and he moaned when you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

He’s been hard for so long, just waiting for you to touch him, that he knew it wouldn’t’ take much. You kept your lips on his, tongue exploring his mouth while your hands explored the rest of him. Your thumb put pressure on his tip making him whine.

You continued jerking him off, lips connected as you sloppily made out, water running down your bodies. You felt his dick twitch in your hand, meaning his was close. His exasperated breathing seemed to be fogging the glass door more than the steam.

“I’m gonna cum,” he told you, lips barely leaving yours.

“I know,” you kissed over his jawline and down to his neck, sucking on his sweet spot.

He let out a high pitched moan, his cum squirting out onto your leg. You kissed all over his neck and chest as he relaxed, finally pecking him on the lips when he caught his breath.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he squeezed your hips, his features dazed.

“Looks like you’ll have to use that on me too,” you glanced at the body wash and then to the cum on your leg, “Good boys always clean up their messes,”

“I knew something was up, you never let me grocery shop alone,”

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Promise Parker

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Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: alludes to sex

Request: Reader buying her and Peter matching promise rings and he cries please

Synopsis: You decide to get Peter a promise ring finally tell him you love him.

a/n: this is short cuz idk how else it would go but wOrD cOunT dOeSn'T mAtTeR

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Walking into love with Peter Parker was the best decision your heart made. It wasn’t something your head fought you on. You were fully aware of how good he was to you. The significant positive changes he made to your life. Once he smiles, you see the entire room light up no matter how diminished you feel.

Your nine-month anniversary was right around the corner and you had the plan to tell him you loved him and give him a ring. A promise ring. You were extremely sure you’re going to marry this boy one day and it’s seen as a bridge to an engagement ring.

As for the L-word, you’ve never said it. Neither of you has. You certainly loved him and had your fingers crossed he felt the same way. With the way your relationship was going, you were very confident in your decision to tell him how much you were utterly and downright smitten by him.

You sat on the couch of Peter’s apartment, the ring in a small box which is a duplicate of the one around your fourth finger on your left hand. The plan is set for you to take him out to dinner after if all goes well.

The door opened and you saw his face light up when he noticed you.

“Hey,” he practically sprinted over to the couch, falling on top of you.

“Hi pretty boy,” you wrapped your arms around him, laughing when his lips met your neck, “before you that, I have something for you,”

He pulled back with the biggest grin on his face.

“Okay,” you held up the box and he cocked his head, “Here,”

He took it from you, and you sucked in a deep breath. His eyes widened as he opened it. A slim silver band stared back at him.

“It’s a promise ring- totally get if you don’t want-,”

“I love it,” he took it out of the box, examining it, “You had it engraved?”

“Yep,” The inside of the ring read My Sunshine

“Y/n I- thank you,” his brown eyes were watering at the gesture, “I love it-,”

“Before you say anything else,” you slid the ring onto his finger, “I love you,”

“You what?” He squeezed his eyes shut and they were even bigger when he opened them again.

Maybe he heard you wrong. You got him a ring that promised you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and you loved him. He’s completely whipped by you and you loved him. You love him. You love him.

“You heard me, I love you,” you gave him a nervous smile and saw how saturated his cheeks had become.

“I love you too,” he grinned and you kissed both of his cheeks to remove the tears.

He cupped your cheeks and finally met your kisses with his lips.

So much love radiated between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the curls on his upper neck, making him moan. You felt one of his warm hands slide down to your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Hold it,” you moved a hand to his chest, “In hope, this all would work out, I made a dinner reservation,” “Oh, what time?” He pecked your lips again.

“Seven,”

“It’s only five-thirty,” he whispered against your lips.

“In that case,”

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vampireoutofbusiness · 3 years

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Peter B[oobs] Parker

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Pairing: peter x fem!reader

Warnings: all about boobs but not real smut, based on the 100% factual idea that Peter has a mommy kink

Request: Peter falling asleep sucking readers boobs- basically more mommy kink

Synopsis: Peter loves your boobs and has an undeniable mommy kink...

a/n: I ask the person who requested this to share more brilliant ideas with me because this is one of my favorite things I've ever written, thanks to their big juicy brain. soft baby boy peter is just AHHHHHH it's 4am I guess I can never break this habit...

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Peter loves your boobs, why wouldn’t he? No matter what you were doing, he found an opportunity to stare or subtly touch them. He’s mesmerized by them and loves them.

Whether you have hard nipples or not, the shape they have is just perfect in his eyes. And the simple act of his hands sliding under your shirt and cupping them if you weren’t wearing a bra (although that didn’t really stop him) was wonderful. Your warm skin against his fingers as he kneaded them. Thumbs running over your nipples.

Now, the less pure, yet still wholesome part of Peter Parker loved having them in his mouth. You would wake up in the morning to him laying on you, his chin resting on your chest, waiting for you to give him the okay to touch them. Probably the mommy kink side of him that wanted to suck on them. Or just him. You weren’t complaining.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” Peter whined, taking your hand from your lap and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Yeah, let me finish up this brief,” you glanced at him then turned back to your computer.

“Mr. Stark really is thorough when it comes to missions,” he sighed and released your hand so you could continue typing.

The sooner you finish, the sooner you would hold him while you fall asleep together. The city lights shining in through your apartment’s bedroom window. Noisy, yet somehow comforting street noise a few stories down. Your extremely comfortable bed that many things happened in.

Peter shuffled to and checked the front door, making sure it was locked. He pulled shut and locked the window that was left open near your desk in hopes you would want to hurry up if everything else was ready for bedtime.

Your sleepy boy kissed the top of your head and you told him you’d be there in a moment. He got in the bed you shared in the room down the hall, determined to stay awake in darkness until you got there.

About fifteen minutes later, you tip-toed in the room and slowly shut the door behind you in case he was asleep. You saw the covers stir and then his sleepy features illumined by lights from buildings across the street.

“Hi,” you whispered, sliding into bed next to him.

“Hi mommy,” he murmured, wrapping his body around yours before you could even adjust in your spot.

“Right out the gate,” you chuckled and Peter looked up at you with confusion on his face.

“Huh?”

“Mommy?” You repeated and he was glad you couldn’t see the pink dusting his cheeks.

Yes, when you had sex, he called you mommy, and yes you loved it. He’s just so cute and something about taking care of him during it was so sexy. He’s called you it many times but usually when you were pretty deep into doing the deed, not the second you crawled into bed.

“Did I- I didn’t mean- sorry,” he stuttered, removing his body from yours and turning away from you.

Even after living together for several months and dating for two years, he got flustered by the littlest mentions of anything sexual. You honestly find it flattering he’s somewhat intimidated by you but you wish he would tell you more about what he wanted.

He felt the mattress move next to him and something hit the floor a few seconds later.

“Peter?” You slid your hand down his bare back and he slightly turned his head to look at you, “it’s okay to like calling me that, I hope you’re aware,”

He flipped over completely to see you laying on your side, with your upper body exposed and his breath hitched at the sight. Every time felt like the first time.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat as he scooted closer and hesitantly straddled your hips, resting his body on yours, “M- mommy,”

“What do you want?” You kissed him softly, already knowing the answer.

“To suck on your breasts- or boobs - please?” “Boobs, go ahead baby boy,” you confirmed, brushing some loose hair out of his face.

“Boobs…boobies,” he squeaked out before moving down your body so he was mouth level with them.

He kissed lazily down the valley and then the tops. Making his way down to your nipple when you gave him soft praises.

His lips wrapped around your bud and he gently sucked for a little while, your lips quirking up to a smile when you saw how content he looked. His long eyelashes resting on his upper cheeks where freckles were sprinkled.

You held his head, thumbs stroking the lobes of his ears leisurely as he moved onto your other boob. His tongue ran over your nipple for a few minutes before he started suckling at this one.

His mouth worked slower until you felt his movements stop. You caught a glimpse of your boy; head now resting on your chest with his lips not quite around your nipple but still holding on.

Small breaths hit your bare skin as he drifted off into sleep he’s been fighting for a good while. You ran your fingers through his curls and he let out a small, quiet moan from the feeling.

His heavy eyes fluttered open and you encouraged him to go back to sleep. He didn’t even bother taking his mouth off of your boob booby.

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You carefully made your way to your room, a tray in your hands with very important contents; food.

After you took so long to get to bed last night, you figured making Peter breakfast in bed would make up for it. He wasn’t even upset about it, he never got mad at you and if he did, it wouldn’t be for something that minuscule.

Nonetheless, you made Peter your number one priority and you were his. Healthy relationship dynamic.

A plate with pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. A glass of apple juice, not orange juice, he prefers sweeter drinks a.k.a he likes sugar. You pushed open the door with your elbow and felt your heart skip a beat at the view in front of you.

His fluffy bedhead resting on the white sheets. Sunlight bathing his toned, naked upper body. Arms wrapped around your pillow when his barely conscious self realized you were no longer with him. Pink lips slightly parted as quiet snores left his mouth.

What a beautiful, tranquil view.

“Peter,” you purred as you got closer to the sleeping god in your bed.

His eyes flickered for a second, adapting to the lighting consuming the room. He gave you a sluggish smile and stiffly sat up, sitting against the headboard. You put the tray in his lap, making sure he was steady before taking your hands from it.

“What’s - why did you,” he was interrupted by his own thoughts as he examined everything on the plate.

He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. You did an extraordinary amount of things for him, breakfast in bed being one of them.

“I was busy last night so this is my form of payment,”

“You already let me do something I would do for free,” he smirked yet still had red cheeks out of timidness.

“I know you would,”

You kissed his forehead and he held your waist, pulling you closer. You stopped yourself from disturbing the tray but he didn’t remove his hands.

“You don’t expect me to eat alone, do you?” He grinned and patted the spot you were in less than an hour ago this morning.

“It’s rude of me not to join you I suppose,” you cuddled up next to him, his warm skin heating yours.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he cut pancake before holding it up to your mouth with a fork.

You glanced down at the bite, then at your boyfriend.

“I love you but I’m not a baby,” you rolled your eyes when he waved it in front of you.

“Mommy’s need to eat, you know,” he said with a coy smile on his face.

“Let’s save that for after breakfast,” you ate from the fork, knowing he was just trying to return the care you give him.

“Fine…whoah, apple juice,”

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Hi, Ms. Parker

NAVIGATION

Pairing: peter x reader

Warnings: none but a tiny sex reference because what would something written by me be without one??

Request: Could you write about may meeting reader and her first initial reaction- seeing how she changed Peter and made him happy

Synopsis: The time has come to meet May, you're adorable boyfriend's aunt

a/n: look at that, I'm not posting something at 4 am for once

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When Peter told you he wanted to introduce you to his aunt, you didn’t think much of it. Yes, it was kind of a big deal to meet the “parent” of the boy you’re dating, but the nervousness flooding through your body wasn’t something you expected. You thought you might even be more nervous than Peter was to meet your parents, which is saying something.

He could barely get a word out, accidentally called your dad “dad”, and could barely make eye contact. He didn’t even notice until later when you asked why he looks at you every time he said something.

Now, tonight it was your turn and you felt your stomach doing flips as you raced around your room.

“You’ve changed three times,” Peter sighed as you held up a new shirt in the mirror, “All are good options, just pick one,” “Peter, if I don’t make a good impression- this color is awful, why’d I buy that?”

“Y/n,” he got off of your bed wrapped his arms around your waist, “I promise you will, just wear that black shirt with jeans you had on two outfits ago,”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, we have to go or we’ll be late,”

You listened and quickly finished getting ready. Your leg bobbed up and down the entire cab ride to Peter and May’s apartment.

“Relax, she’ll love you,” he rested his hand on your leg in an attempt to calm your nerves.

“Or, she could think I’m a dumb ass who has no business being with her nephew,” you murmured and turned to look out the window.

“She’s not like that and she knows how much I like you so she will too,” he reassured you.

The car pulled up to the complex and Peter paid the driver before you got out. Your boyfriend kept his hand on your lower back the entire way from the sidewalk to his door, making small circles to slow your breathing.

He opened the door for you and you hesitantly stepped into the apartment where a strong smell of chicken filled your nose.

“Hi,” a woman came over to you from the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you, “so good to meet you, I’m May,”

Her long hair fell to her mid-arm and she had kind, brown eyes like her nephew. You immediately felt comfortable around her.

“Oh- you too, I’m Y/n but Peter probably told that,” you sputtered out as you hugged her back, a few butterflies leaving your stomach.

“Yes, he won’t shut up about you. I can see why,” she smiled and Peter’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“What are you cooking?” You asked, peering into the kitchen where many utensils and ingredients were splayed out on the counter.

“Shit- chicken,” May ran back to the kitchen, trying to fan it and Peter chuckled, “I hope you like chicken Alfredo pasta, but it might just be pasta at this point,”

“Yeah, I do,” you nodded and felt Peter lean down to your ear.

“She likes you,” he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

He helped you out of your coat and smoothed out your hair caused by the winter static.

“Maybe you should help her?” You gritted your teeth when you saw the overly cooked chicken start to smoke.

“Yep,” he patted your back and made his way over to his aunt.

He gave you a thumbs up when he poked at it with a fork, proud of his contribution. Then, dealt with the pasta, seeing how much water was starting to boil over.

“Maybe we should order takeout,”

“I’m sure it’s fine May,” Peter looked over at the charred chicken breast and tilted his head to the side, “Okay, what about…what about pizza?”

“Good idea, does that sound good Y/n?” May asked, tossing the chicken in the trash can after it cooled off a little.

You stopped looking around their apartment and darted your eyes back to them, quickly nodding your head.

“Alright, we can order from that new place up the street,” May grabbed her phone and looked up the number of the pizza restaurant.

You sat on the couch as May ordered dinner, Peter sitting next to you while you absentmindedly played your fingers.

“Okay, they’re fast,” May sat in a chair across from the two of you and took a deep breath, “Peter, why don’t you go grab it and Y/n can help me clean up here?” She looked from you to Peter, receiving nods from both of you.

You were screaming inside of your head that you would have to be left alone with her. Of course, she seemed very sweet and welcoming. Her motherly nature made you feel comfortable.

However, you didn’t know what to say or do. What if you fucked up and she didn’t like you? Your thoughts raced as Peter kissed you on the cheek before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.

“So what have you and Peter been up to?”

“Nothing much, we usually spend time at the tower or eating,” you answered and May chuckled.

Good job.

“You know I have to say how much better he’s been doing,” she gave you a warm smile and you cocked your head.

“Better?” “Because of you,” she folded her arms, “he used to be so out of sorts, even when he seemed happy. When he told me about you, all became clear. I rarely see him without some kind of smile on his face and he talks about you nonstop,”

Warmth grew in your chest at the thought of making such a difference to Peter’s mood.

“And after everything, he does for everyone…he’s a lover and I suppose a fighter if we include his alter-ego. But I like that he has someone that loves him for being him- not being the most confident in himself and his anxiety has made meeting new people pretty difficult,”

“Yeah, we don’t talk much about "work" when we're together. I’m more than happy to hear about some guy that he punched in the face but I focus on him, not Spider-man if that makes sense? If he never catches a break, he breaks,” your lips curled into a smile while recalling how happy he was when you helped him shower last night, washing away the dried blood and shampooing his hair.

Your smile got bigger when you remembered what happened after.

“Thank you, Y/n,” she reached for your hand, squeezing it tight, “my boy is genuinely smiling because of you and that’s all I ask for,”

“Sometimes I think he does more for me than I can do for him,”

“Still, you seem to be a good match,” she let go of your hand and smoothed out her shirt, “what do you say we clean up my path of destruction in the kitchen,”

“Sounds good,”

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