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Peter 1, Peter 2 and Peter 3 + SPIDEY SENSE
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)
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mvltisstuff · 6 months
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teenage fever - p.p **
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summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school
peter parker x reader
smut warning pookies 🤭
“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“
peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.
“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”
she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”
so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.
he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.
she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”
“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.
“my shitty calc teacher, right?”
“mhm, go on.”
“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”
peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.
her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.
“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”
“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”
“what?” he asks.
“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”
she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.
they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.
he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.
“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.
“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”
“i want you to wear this every day.”
“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.
his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.
she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”
“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.
she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.
the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”
she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.
once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.
“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”
“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.
“you’re this wet for me already?”
“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”
“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”
she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.
he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.
they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”
she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.
he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”
he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.
“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.
“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.
“thank you,” she says.
“for what?”
“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”
“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”
“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.
lil extra smth
when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.
they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.
“what’s got her so bubbly today?”
“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.
“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”
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jomarchswritingjacket · 2 months
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skinny little white boys aren’t the only ones who should be saving the day but when they do…it hits different y’know
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oneofstarkskids · 15 days
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a girl
peter parker x female!reader
setting: civil war, meeting for the first time
genre: a little angsty at the beginning but it's mostly fluff
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you're lost in a trance as you use the blowtorch to reshape the dented metal on one of tony's suits. you insisted that he let you work in the lab because it had a way of taking your mind off of everything else.
and right now, you could really use a distraction. steve was god knows where and the whole team just seemed to be getting closer and closer to falling apart. your family was falling apart.
there was nothing you could do about it and it killed you. of course your dad's way of handling things was just to make demands and empty promises, so you had a hard time seeing a way back from all of this.
natasha tried to tell you that you were wrong. she consoled you and reminded you that tony and steve aren't as different as they think. she held you and told you that everything would be okay.
but how could you believe her when all the evidence showed otherwise?
peter wandered around aimlessly with his head up in the clouds, looking for tony. he popped his head into the doorway of the lab that you were in.
when he saw a person covered head to toe, wearing a mechanics apron, a face shield and gloves that were way too large for their hands, he automatically assumed it was tony. "mr. stark! hey, i was meaning to ask you-"
he was interrupted by you pulling up the face shield. you were exhausted and your hair was stuck to your forehead by the sheen of sweat covering your face. and yet you still managed to take peter's breath away.
"wow," he swallowed. "you're a-uh...a-" he choked on his words.
"a girl," you finished his sentence for him with a smirk.
he let out an awkward laugh that was partially a sigh, "sorry."
"what for?" you asked.
peter just stared at you with big doe eyes.
"i thought you were..." and just as he began to say his name, tony walked in from behind him looking for something specific.
he didn't even spare peter a glance as he spoke, "you better not be flirting with my daughter, parker."
peter's jaw almost dropped. daughter!? it made sense the more he watched the two of you, but it surely wasn't what he was expecting.
"no, sir. i would never. well, it's not that i wouldn't," he changed the subject before he could get himself in anymore trouble. "i was just going to ask where i should come in during the fight. like, should i have a cool catch phrase. maybe something like," he lowered his voice, "a spider bites to kill."
you rolled your eyes and tony looked peter up and down, thoroughly unamused.
"let's skip the catch phrases and instead you can go help rhodey with surveillance," tony clapped him on the back.
"okay. so we'll just say it's a work in progress?" peter asked hopefully.
tony shook his head, "don't push it."
peter slowly backed away, "i'm not hearing 'no'. is that a 'maybe'?"
you couldn't help but laugh at the interaction. the new kid was kind of adorable.
your dad quickly spun around to give you a disapproving look.
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bi-disaster-yn · 1 year
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Tread Carefully
Pairing: neighbour!Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is used to being led on and then let down in love which leads to her not quite believing just how much Peter likes her.
Set after the events in No Way Home! As always, Peter is aged up to be in his early-mid twenties.
A/N: This one goes out to the all the girls who have been made to feel crazy when they’ve been led on by someone who suddenly loses interest. You are valid and you deserve so much better (and someone like Peter in this fic <3)!!
Feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3
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Whilst others seem to fall into love quite easily, for you it was always like trying to catch fire in a jar. Never successful, getting burned in the process and eventually the jar melting with all the exposure to further render your attempts useless.
Such carelessness with your emotions had led you to a solitary existence. The mere suggestion of reciprocated feelings had made you strategic and forceful, putting pressure on every encounter with a prospective lover in hopes that one day you might secure love.
Naturally, the pressure would snap any cord of bond you might have with someone and there you were, left again without any recourse. A scorned woman.
This wasn’t always your fault. Often, you’d bestow your emotions upon someone unworthy. Gaslighted with a promise of something real, you’d pursue these people only to be bitterly disappointed with a frank conversation where they confessed that you were great but all the same, not good enough.
Enter Peter Parker, your sweet neighbour who moved in next door a few months ago and brought with him a little spark that had you giddy.
The day he had moved in, he just seemed so out of his depth and alone. With the door open, he’d stood in the middle of his apartment looking round at the admittedly small number of boxes he had. Nevertheless, he looked entirely overwhelmed and frozen, struggling to even take the first step to open any of them.
You’d just finished grocery shopping as you walked past, peering in quickly when you came across the open door. From where you were standing, viewing his slumped shoulders and helpless face, it looked like he was going to cry. He looked so lost and you were sure that your help was exactly what he needed.
So, you came to the rescue. Announcing your presence, you offered your help which he reluctantly accepted. One by one, you worked your way through the boxes and worked together to set out his things the way he’d like them. At first, he was wary of you but grew more comfortable as you took things at his pace, never pressuring or hastening him.
You cooked him dinner, noting that his fridge hadn’t been stocked up yet. He asked you for coffee the next day as a thank you.
Coffee dates became dinner dates which naturally slipped into taking turns to make dinner for each other every night. He was so convenient being next door and had explained being new to the area that he had no one else really. Naturally, he gradually began to intertwine himself within your plans until you had become inseparable. Not that you minded, you hadn’t been this infatuated in a long time.
You did everything “right”.
You nurtured your feelings, trying to keep them on a leash to prevent them leaping out of control. You were calm and collected around him, allowing yourself to freak out about him after you said goodbye for the night. You made allowances for him in your plans yet didn’t hedge your bets on having to actually plan around him.
Yet, you still expected him to let you down. Some dark, twisted and nasty corner of your brain still told you that you were holding on to false hope. You had let people in before only to have them ridicule you for ever thinking that something could happen. For all you knew, Peter could be - and probably was - just the same as the rest of them.
Although, surprisingly, he hadn’t let you down to date. He always turned up on time when he said he would, except for that one rare exception that he had to cancel. Even at that, he was following up with you to reschedule and even planned and paid for the whole date because he felt so bad about having to miss your plans.
He let you touch him and he allowed himself to touch you. When your thighs lingered as you sat next to each other, he didn’t move away or sit in clear discomfort. Contentedly, he’d continue his story while you sat, completely mesmerised by the fact he’d allowed you a crumb of intimacy with just a simple gesture.
When this inevitably went downhill, it was going to kill you.
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Winter had taken over the city. The restaurants and shops below your apartment had started to decorate their storefronts with festive lights which teamed up with the streetlights to create a cosy light in a cruelly cold and dark night.
It was Peter’s turn to cook that night. He stood at the stove making mac and cheese in plaid pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt that although oversized, still managed to show his muscular shoulders.
You sat on his couch flicking through Netflix to find a suitable Christmas movie for your night in. As the snow began to fall outside, you wrapped the blanket round you tighter and excited yourself with the idea of cuddling up to Peter to keep warm. Peter hummed as he plated up the food; it was his Aunt May’s recipe and he’d raved about it for weeks, insisting he would make it for you.
You tried not to read into the fact he was letting you into something he’d shared with his aunt who had been more like his mother. Nor did you read into the fact that the blanket wrapped round you was one you hadn’t been able to stop touching in the store because of how soft it was. He’d bought it so he could see the big grin on your face as you smoothed your hands down it.
“You really love that thing, don’t you?” Peter commented with a sweet smile as he handed you the plate.
“It’s just so soft! How did they make it so soft?” You beamed in response.
“I don’t know, but you look really cute with it wrapped round you.” He smiled, facing the TV and taking a bite before saying the all too familiar yet equally dreadful sentence.
“I think we should talk.”
It was so out of left field and so unexpected. The horrible yet familiar feeling of dread sat deep in your stomach and destroyed your earlier appetite for a home cooked meal. Setting your plate down, you took a deep breath in anticipation of what he was going to say next. You had to give it to him, ending this over his beloved aunt’s recipe was a new low in your experience of rejections.
“Sure.” Was the only response you could muster without it sounding like you were dying inside at the very notion Peter could end all of this.
“Well, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, right?”
Oh God. This really was it. Now was the time for the usual chat. He’d come out with some drawl about how even though you had spent every day together, ate together, slept together, treated each other like boyfriend and girlfriend, that it was of course, casual and you were irrational to think anything different. In the heat of the moment, frenzied by embarrassment, you’d agree and tell him you’d even prefer to be friends. Then over the coming months, the dejection would slowly eat away at you as you’d overanalyse the memories and consider what you should have looked for to ascertain that this would never be a serious relationship. Good enough for a fling, but not quite enough for a substantive commitment.
It was going to be a long and lonely winter.
“Yeah, two and a half months to be exact.” You stated, as if for a court record to build your case on just how much of your time he had wasted before he was about to throw this genuine and beautiful connection away. Peter merely chuckled at your matter-of-fact manner, oblivious to your serious tone.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” He asked nervously, watching you with a hopeful smile.
Admittedly, your reaction was in fact, irrational.
“Sorry, WHAT?!” You yelled back, so taken aback by the question. It was what you wanted to hear but not at all what you expected.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Peter tried to explain, clearly self-conscious by his choice of timing and now considering what seemed to be a real possibility of you rejecting him. “I just thought that I really love what we have and I wanted to make it official but if you feel differently then-“
You cut him off before he could go any further by lunging over and wrapping your arms round his neck tightly. You held him like he would disappear if you let go. The longer you held on, the more tangible his question became and the more likely you were being validated that this whole thing wasn’t just a one-sided and bittersweet liaison, doomed to fail from the beginning.
Peter chuckled, managing to set his plate down on the coffee table, despite you clinging on to him like a koala. He settled back against the couch, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly while you sat still, completely incapable of letting go.
“So… is that a yes?” Peter asked with slight concern in his voice as he tried to measure how long you had been silent for.
“Of course, it’s a yes! I thought you were going to end this!” You confessed. Peter frowned at your response, unsure where you could ever have gotten that idea from. He had tried so hard to not be one of those asshole guys and not lead you on. He started to question whether he should have done anything differently.
“Why would you think that?” His question came with a sweet kiss to your temple. Despite you holding him hostage with a cuddle, he seemed quite content.
The heat of embarrassment claimed your cheeks causing you to nuzzle your face into his neck. This should have been a really happy and carefree moment between you both, and hopefully the beginning of many years together. Yet, your insecurities and past emotional injuries had tainted this.
Perhaps, sharing your intense fear and feelings was going to be too much for Peter. Still, if he was going to be in a relationship with you, he ought to know the truth.
“I just…” You began, sitting back to look him in the eye. “I just never get asked that question.”  
Peter looked at you with a mixture of surprise and sadness. His eyebrows furrowed in contemplation and he let out a silent “oh”. At first, you thought he was pitying you but then you came to realise that he was just appreciating how big of a deal this was for you.
“I always seem to be the practise run or the casual fling. I never seem to be enough to be the girlfriend. You know?” At this, Peter nodded silently and reached his hand out for you to hold which you gladly took.
“And with you, I’ve been trying so hard not to get overexcited or put too much pressure on you but I really like you, Peter! I’ve been terrified that you’ve wanted to end this for a while now.” You explained further, watching him get confused.
“What did I do that made you think that?” Peter mumbled, his own fears and guilt setting into him. He had been trying so hard to let people in and to think that he was potentially failing was more than a tough pill to swallow.
“Nothing.” You said simply, because it was the truth. He had done nothing wrong.
“It’s just, I let you into my apartment, which was supposed to be just mine. I talked to you about Aunt May, which was really hard for me but I trusted you with it. I… I fell asleep on you. I felt safe enough with you to sleep soundly. I just don’t think I could have done anymore to let you know I was interested.”
The lump in Peter’s throat was evident with his words. This poor, sweet boy had no idea that this was so much bigger than him. It was an injury to your very being that had attached itself to you for all time coming. In truth, Peter had opened up to you and had let you in. On the other hand, all of those boys had done the same thing. They fed you with private and emotional insights then cut off the supply when you dared tried to establish a deeper emotional connection. How were you to tell the difference? 
“Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, not all guys are as genuine as you. They mess with our heads and then call us crazy.” You explained calmly, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles lightly. The words took purchase in Peter’s body and he nodded at you, slightly embarrassed.
“I am sorry you’ve been through that. I just really liked you and wanted to let you in. I have meant it all and I’d really like for you to be my girlfriend.” He smiled, reaching his other hand out to caress your cheekbone. An excited and surprise giggle escaped your lips.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Peter.” You leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting your hands on his cheeks. His hands found your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gladly obliged, not once breaking the kiss. It wasn’t catching fire in a jar. Rather, it was gathering water that easily streamed into the jar – filling it up and adapting to the shape of its keeper without any threat of burning or melting; secured simply with a screw top lid. It was different, fresh and easy.
“Okay,” Peter chuckled as he finally pulled away from the kiss. “Can you please let me know if I made a good job of dinner?”
“Sure thing, boyfriend.” You grinned, giving his lips one last peck before leaning back and retrieving your neglected plate from the table. It was starting to get cold but that didn’t matter. You were going to give it a glowing review anyway.
You draped the blanket over the two of you and cuddled into him, no longer afraid to show him just how keen you were. He hummed happily at this, turning to gently kiss your temple. Your mind and body relaxed, content in the knowledge that you need not tread carefully around your Peter.
Finally, someone genuine.
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kingnormality · 7 months
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all of the spiders
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billyparker · 2 months
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Meanwhile on Earth 69 of the Spiderverse… Peter traveled to Earth 69 to find his variant, upon finding him, both Peter’s “Tingled” and discovered out how to #loveyourself before they could love somebody else…
Something tells me Peter might stay for awhile… 😏
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sincericida · 9 months
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"Spider-Man: No Way Home" set (2021).
I miss them. I miss these days. I miss the big discussions about whether there would be the three versions of Spider-Man live action.
And we need to talk about Andrew Garfield being the only one able to free his hands because he was an assertive king when his Spidey suit was being made (in 2010/11).
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trapezequeen · 2 months
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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 9: Moral Support | Fluffy Daya
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hotstreak2k3 · 4 months
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Every versions of Peter Parker from the beginning to No Way Home.
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irondad3000 · 3 months
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Peter: how do you feel about children?
MJ: they're okay i guess. i mean, if i saw one i wouldn't throw a rock at it.
Peter: why would you throw a rock at a child?
MJ: i just said i wouldn't...
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Alright. Let’s do this.
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bellaramseysgf · 2 years
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No More (P.P)
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Warning(s); overstimulation,use of sex toys (Vibe & Fleshlight), degradation,praise,mommy kink,edging/orgasm denial,handjob.
Pairing(s); Sub! Peter Parker X Dom! Fem! Reader.
Summary; Peter was happy that you were coming over, he’s not now.
A/n; I’m obsessed with sub Peter so I’m making it y’all’s problem.
PETER IS AGED UP
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“Enough, mommy I can’t—Please” Peter whimpered as you kept your hand stroking over his length. His chest already covered in the number of releases he’d had before this,3 to be exact and you weren’t close to stopping. You knew he could take more.
When Peter’s phone dinged with a text from you earlier he was ecstatic,you were gonna come over. He had been begging you for weeks to come see his new apartment and you’d been far to busy for your cute little friend until now.
Peter frantically cleaned everything trying to get as much unpacked as possible, wiping off kitchen counters,sweeping floors, deep cleaning his bathroom & bedroom.
Peter was nothing but smiles the whole time you were there up until you had opened up his nightstand to look for chapstick. You already had it open before he could warn you to stop, his cheeks turned into a flaming red.
What you saw wasn’t even that bad, so the boy had sex toys. Most men did, it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen or used before. Looking back to see the red of his face though, you couldn’t help yourself.
“Peter Parker.” You said and he smiled at you “y-yeah?” He said stuttering from embarrassment. “You own sex toys? Oh my god” you spoke in a teasing tone but peter didn’t pick up on it too far into his own head.
“Well, yeah…I-I do” he couldn’t even lie about it, he had nothing he could even say to get you to understand how badly he was embarrassed by it. You could obviously see it on the man’s face.
And that’s how you ended up here, sitting on peters thighs while he was laid, underneath you, your hand milking his 4th orgasm from him. His body was trembling from the impossible feeling of overstimulation,it had his head fuzzy clogged up with intense pleasure.
You finally let go of him and he sighed in relief,but you weren’t done. You shifted from his bed and he was far too drained to even lift his head to watch you.
You climbed back on your same spot settling over his legs. Peter gasped a guttural whine coming from him when he felt you press his fleshlight over his cock.
“Mommy!” He whined out hips bucking from the intense overstimulation. His eyes rolled back as his head hit his pillow, his legs trembling underneath you. “Can’t—Oh god!—s’too much!” His voice was high pitched. Whimpers slipping out with each push and pull of the toy over him.
You couldn’t do anything but smile at the boy under you, feeling him twitch and jerk with each move of the toy. “Shh, it’s okay sweet boy, you’re okay.” Your available hand slid up and down his chest gently, in a comforting manner.
Peter’s hands were gripping the sheets practically tearing them apart as his knuckles turned white. “Cumming—oh god—oh no—mommy!” His whine halted your movements only pulling more sobs from him.
“You said you can’t cum baby, it would be mean of me to force you.” You said and he opened his eyes to shoot you a glare. You started moving the toy again and his mouth hung open wordless sobs coming out. “Such anger in those pretty eyes, almost makes me feel bad” you let out a giggle.
Peter’s gaze softened turning into one of need and want as you brought him to the edge again stopping before he could fall over it. “Mommy!!” He cried out, tears pouring down his cheeks as he wiggled his legs. You quickly steadied yourself with his chest as you grunted. “Stay still or I’ll tie you up and leave you here.” You warned.
Peter’s body immediately stopped thrashing because of your threat. You wouldn’t do that, never. He was too sweet,too good,such a good boy.
“Good boy,my disgusting,slutty,little good boy” Peter bucked his hips up at that making you giggle at his desperation. “You like being my little slut, don’t you?” You teased smiling. Peter nodded quickly.
You pulled the toy off him slowly as it made a soft sucking sound until it popped as his cock was released. He let out a whine and shook his head “no, mommy I can cum again! Please!” You smiled at him “you lied to me?” You asked and Peter swallowed.
Peter didn’t think he could cum again. He didn’t mean to lie but if he agreed and said he did does that mean he’d be forced to wait even longer. If he said he didn’t lie would you walk away?
“Peter, I asked you a question.” You said and he whimpered “I-I lied” you smiled placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Yeah?, say your sorry.” You demanded your had squeezing his cock agonizingly hard. “Ah!!—sorry! ‘M so sorry mommy!—uwah! Hurts!” The last part came out as a whine and you loosened your grip.
Peter watched as you reached next to you, the soft buzzing sound could’ve made him cum immediately. “Tell you what, since you were so honest with mommy, you can cum” you said flicking the vibe up to the highest setting.
It took all of 10 seconds for peters abs to twitch along with his length as hot white ropes splashed over his chest,thighs and covered the head of the wand.
Peter’s body trembled and his mind was clouded with the afterglow,which he was quickly pulled from when the vibrations didn’t stop.
“Mommy—no no! No! Hurts!” He sobbed out tears pouring down his cheeks once again, “poor Petey, too much of a cumslut are we?” He shook his head desperately. “No! No! Mommy! I-” his hands flew up frantically grabbing at yours. “No! Mommy! Mommy please!!” He cried.
“Hands off.” You commanded. He whimpered still trying to pull your wrists off “hands off or I’ll make you cum until you pass out.” You threatened but it still didn’t stop his hands. “Peter Benjamin parker, take your hands off me right now before you make me do something we will both regret.” He finally pulls them off.
“Fucking brat” you spat at him holding his cock as you pressed the head of the wand harder against his slit making him jolt and sob. “Please! Mommy, I’m sorry—cant—MOMMY!” With a scream his body jolted and clear liquid splurged out.
You let out a giggle as he soaked himself and his bedsheets with is liquified spent. You finally turned it off sitting the toy aside. He was totally spent and you giggled. “Pretty boy,can you give me your color?” You asked and he sighed.
“Green.” He said and you smiled “wanna get cleaned up?” You asked and he nodded. You left him long enough to get a warm cloth and wipe him clean. “You can’t sleep, you need to change your sheets, baby” he grumbled.
Eventually you got him up and changed his sheets, you were able to get him in a pair of boxers before he completely wiped out.
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(propaganda under the cut. pls reblog for a wider poll!)
CAN YOU CHOOSE? I know I couldn't.
Peter One out there being adorable and a sad puppy. immediately gets adopted by everyone. every woman in the mcu protects him. Tony Stark is his dad. Daredevil is his dad. BATMAN is his dad. Deadpool is like a big brother. everyone loves him. Peter Parker Protection Squad activate!
Peter Three the bisexual icon has so many date mates. Gwen was his first love (rip). Def had a crush on Harry. Wade Wilson and him are heartmates (and super kinky). Possibly flirts with Matt Murdock. Probably had a threesome with Eddie and Venom. Dated Moon Knight a lil bit. He's dorky in a sexy way and everyone wants to kiss him.
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multiverseprincess · 5 months
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slightly toxic!ex!bf peter parker (gaslighter)
you can think of any Peter Parker you fancy <3, I personally am obsessed w ps5's version atm
he knows it's fucked up, he broke up with you for a reason- a reason that's unavoidable to him. he needs to keep you safe and protected, even if it's not with him and when the sinister six start their plotting, pulling him down to his knees he does it- he breaks it off, but not before he pushes you away.
it starts small, missed calls, texts and then missed movie nights, work parties and then, it escalates to missed dates, missed hangouts with your family or may, missed hangouts with your friends until he starts being a no- show when you need him the most.
he thinks it would make it easier, to dissappoint first and let you down slowly, before he has to deliver the finishing blow.
he says it's for your own good, and as you look at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall over your lashes, he closes his eyes for a minute- "it's for her own good, it's for her own good, it's for her own good", before he hears a sniffle from you, and opens his eyes. he's met with a steeled gaze, teary but angry. it's good he thinks, he can take the anger- as long as you're away from him and safe.
"you're a coward, peter parker", you say, standing for a good minute to see if he'd react but he only looks down- trying not to cry, pained to hear those words from you.
you, who'd always said that if he was anything then that was good, you, who vented about jameson's malice filled reports about spiderman and said- "spiderman gives hope to the people, he fights the good fight, NYC is grateful to him and jameson can get his head out of his ass if he ever wants to take it to the streets".
he hates that your spunk is now driven to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally, he deserves it either way he thinks, and he'd take it- he'd take it a hundred times over just so you'd be safe and protected, just so you'd live your life, live up to your potential as you always do.
the hope he gives, an extension of the hope he'd seen you give to him generously, kindly and gently. from the day he met you he knew he'd give his heart to you- to keep and to break.
he's honored regardless to have his heart kept in the safety of your palms and then crushed to pieces in between them, even though he guided the motions.
it's worth it he thinks, even if both your hands are tainted with crushed hope and a love that he feels he no longer deserves- 'its for her own good'.
psst: I made a part two
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linadoon-draws · 5 months
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Some mpreg octospider because of course!
And here's their little girl, little Rosie 💙
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