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modernstoner · 2 years

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ghosts| p.parker

peter tutoring you has it's perk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut.

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: inspired by this twt link [here]. let's ignore the act that i disappeared for like 6 months lmfao, enjoy ♡

"you don't believe in ghosts?" you ask peter, watching as his breath hitched at how close your face was to his.

you grinned at him, waiting for a response.

never in peter's life had he thought that you would be in the same room as him. let alone, on the same couch with him.

after finding out you were almost failing chemistry, the teacher recommend getting tutored. that's when you got the brilliant idea to ask peter for help.

"n-no, not really." he awkwardly shrugged before chuckling, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with you.

you made him nervous, like really nervous, it's not every day that peter is with a pretty girl. "why not?" you grinned, waiting for a response.

the tutoring and homework were all forgotten by now, the only thing the two of you focused on was, whose going to make the first move

the tension danced in the air as you waited for peter to answer instead he turned to you, hesitantly leaning in, seeing how nervous peter was, you decided to make the move first.

your lips touched his, and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. you moved your lips, waiting for him to follow your direction, he immediately took the sign.

your lips synced with his. it was gentle, tender, and sweet but quickly, something in peter changed. his lips became desperate, he hopelessly moved his hip a little, getting it closer to yours.

you smirked between the kiss, peter took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, earning a soft groan from you. tongue crashing into each other, your hand flies to his brown curls, pulling them.

you finally pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath. peter whined when he lost contact with your lips, seeing how swollen and wet his lips were, made you feel some type of way.

you started to kiss and lightly suck on his neck, earning a low moan from him. "what do you want, peter?" you asks, kissing his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe.

"i-i want you." he struggled to say, his fingers fidgeting with the hem f your loose shirt, asking for a silent request to take them off.

"how?" you hum, kissing down his neck, slowly and teasingly.

"your h-hands, i want your hands, so so bad."

gosh, he was so desperate.

your lips curved into a smile. "your wish is my command." that's all you say before tackling his belt, pulling down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and his star wars shirt.

"mind taking that off for me?" you gently ask, narrowing your eyes at his shirt.

he gulped and nodded. he ripped his shirt so fast that it made you giggle. "you're adorable." you say, your fingers caressing his abs.

you groaned at the sight in front of you, but more importantly, his hardened cock in front of you. you let your hands caress down his thighs and where he wanted you the most.

his cock was so hard, that it outlined through his boxers. your index finger tracing him, obviously teasing him. peter squirmed beneath you, impatiently waiting for you to do something.

finally, you decided to pull down his boxer, letting his cock spring out. you admired how it looked, the red tip already leaking precum, begging to be touched.

"please, (y/n)." he sighed, looking at you in awe.

you started off slow, moving your hands up and down, slipping your thumb over his tip when you pass it. you use his precum as lube, the steady movements were killing him, taking matters into his own hands.

he begins to thrust into your hand, surprised at his sudden action but seeing him, desperately fucking himself with your hand made you aroused.

you formed your hand into a fist, slightly pressing it making him moan out loud.

he closed his eyes in utter bliss, his whole world was euphoric. loving the way your hand felt around his twitching cock, "(y/n), i— ugh, i'm gonna c-cum—"

"no."

peter's eyes widen in surprise. "w-what?" he asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

"you heard me. you will not cum until i say so." a devilish smirk creeps up on your face.

you push peter's hip down, his cock still in your hand. you bobbed your hand, faster than before. taking your other hand, rubbing your palm on his red tip as he tried his best to stay quiet.

you noticed it, frowning, you leaned in, smashing your lips with his. guiding his mouth towards your tongue, tongue clashing in with each other.

peter kept moaning, whining against your lips as you swallowed all of it. you pulled away due to the lack of oxygen, your hand still repeating the same movement.

"(y/n)— i can't t-take it." his hips stutter into your hand. smirking, you go faster, earning the loudest moan from him.

he was reaching one of the best orgasms he ever had, twitching and jerking beneath you. you attacked his neck, sucking harshly, making sure to leave a dark purple mark the next day.

"hmmph— (y/n), i—"

"come on, cum like the little slut you are." you whispered in his ears, now using both of your hands to fasten the pace.

and there he was, cumming all over your fingers, some even landing on your shirt but you didn't care. peter lets out the most angelic moan, his tensed muscles finally calming down.

eyeing him up and down, you went to the bathroom as peter relaxed down. you arrived back with some tissues and some hot water, handing him the cup of water, you cleaned the mess that you created.

you hear him place the cup next to the table before cupping your face and kissing you. you smile into the kiss, embracing this short intimate moment.

"so, how about i return you the favor?"

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soothinglee · 2 years

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SAVE ME.

spoilers to SPIDERMAN: NWH

peter parker(TH) x reader

please do not steal my work!

masterlist

(this is the first time I have ever wrote a spiderman fanfiction, just to get that out of the way.)

EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FAST, the scaffolding that was connected to the rebuilt statue of liberty came crashing down. MJ held on tightly to one of the metal bars somewhat stabilizing herself as the boards beneath caved in. Ned held on tightly to you as everything shook.

"I wont let go of you." He breaths trying to stop you from slipping off the edge.

gasping, you unconsciously hold onto his arm tighter. "yeah I'd hope not."

All the spidermen where occupied with fighting off their own villains, the sound of webs being shot and metal clanking bounced off lady liberties copper surface and into the sky. You couldn't run, the portal was to far away and the chances of being tangled up in a fight or falling off on the boards were just too high. The only thing you could do was stand still like dolls and pray you didn't die. Or until one of the peters could save you.

Your body was fatigued and feeble, your grip on Ned weakened. Running from high teched villains with superpowers not even a normal being would believe could get tiring after awhile. With no food in your system the feeling of fainting lingered in the back of your mind.

but there was no time to faint now.

Neds hand began to clam up and you slipped slightly making you let out a shriek, grabbing on tighter. you look up terrified as the boards around you came crashing down on top of each other like dominos. You slip again and your heel dangles off the side of the wood. MJ turns her head at the sound.

"I got you," he says backing up slowly trying to give you some space even though there was not a lot available. "I got you." beads of sweat build on his forehead, he himself was growing tired, you could tell. He doesn't seem to have enough strength to hold the both of you up but he was trying.

"Ned I-" your words get cut off by the intense shaking of everything around you. One minute you are in the grasp of Ned, feeling somewhat secure and safe and the next you feel yourself flying the air. You opened your eyes, when did I close them, and see the pure terror that flood Ned and MJs' faces as Neds' outstretched hand reaches for you, but you were to far

gone.

A scream rips through your mouth as you freefall, with nothing around you to stop yourself you had no hope. Were you ready to die? Were you ready for everything to be over just like that? You were only 17 will big plans ahead, you wanted a job, a house, a well working car, a husband, peter.

where was he when you needed him?

the sound of MJs' cries float into your eardrums as you continue to fall, its not how the movies made it out to be, it was peaceful, calm. You knew you were going to die and you just, accepted it.

You let your body go limp.

Somewhere on the Liberty peter continues to fight Doc Oct and manages to knock him back, giving him enough time to run. He huffs and swings around a pole, hitting doc in the face with a web and landing on his feet. He was bloodied and bruised, his rib cage still trying to heal itself from earlier.

Something isn't right. A weird tingling sensations coats his body like a blanket as he stops and listens. The hairs on his arm raises as he slowly stands. Sadness he feels, and misery. He hasn't felt this since earlier when May died, and since finding and making friends with different versions of himself he felt happy. So why now?

"Y/N!" he heard MJ scream over the sounds of grunting and clanging. She was looking over the edge clutching her chest as sobs racked her body.

oh god.

He dodges Docs' tentacle. He knew this day was coming yet he really wished it didn't. He couldn't lose you, not now and not ever.

He had heard the devastating stories of his doppelgänger lovers, different versions of you and yet he thought he could re-write the story and save you. To hold you in his arms and apologize for ever getting you into this mess in the first place. He should have just listened to Strange. But like May said; With great power comes great responsibilities.

and if he couldn't save you he would be responsible.

He swan dives off of the wood, pushing himself forward to give himself a boost to get towards you quicker. He was so close, he could smell the perfume you wear in the air as you both continue to descend further.

He reached a hand out to you, trying to grab onto your blouse. A metal clanking sound nears peter and in seconds he was ripped away from you.

"NO!" he screams banging on the metal arm trying to land a punch on Docs' face.

Your were going to die because of him.

and he couldn't save you.

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loverofthefiction · 5 years

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Sketch

Summary: Y/N is accepted into an art school so Peter makes them something as a gift...

Peter Parker x artist!reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: ummm nothing? just fluff i think??

Author’s Note: the title has barely anything to do with the story lmao... THANK YOU TO THE LOVELY ANON TO SENT ME THIS REQUEST, I WAS GUSHING THE WHOLE TIME!! also today’s my bday if anyone cares lol, send me more requests as a present. Anyway, enjoy!

Ever since Peter met you, he’s known that you loved art. You carried your sketchbook everywhere, doodled in every assignment, and spent any free time you had during school in the studio.

Your hands were constantly covered in marker or paint or even graphite from the pencils you used.

That was something Peter always admired. He never had luck with drawing, so the fact that you could create a world on paper with seemingly effortless strokes of a pencil, blew his mind.

He remembered the first time he saw your portfolio and how it truly astonished him.

“Woah, you drew all of this?” Peter flipper through your portfolio, gasping whenever he saw something particularly beautiful.

“Yep, hopefully it’s good enough for the school I’m applying to.” Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you watched him go over the sketches and paintings you’ve done over your high school career.

“I believe in you, Y/N. These are amazing, they’d be idiots not to give you a full ride,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” you muttered, a dark red creeping up into your cheeks.

When you gave him the news that you had been accepted into an art school, you were both beyond excited.

To celebrate, he thought of the perfect gift: a painting of his favorite photo of the both of you.

“It'll be sweet,” he thought to himself. “Y/N’ll love it.”

MJ had given him a couple pointers on how acrylic paints worked, how they were easily layerable and how they could create gorgeous pieces if used right.

But, boy did he need the practice.

At first, the proportions weren’t bad; both of your smiling faces looked like you. But after the first couple of layers of paint, it all went downhill. He added a little too much shading to his nose and your eyes, and added too much purple in your hair.

Quickly, he realized it was obvious that it was not going to turn out the way he was expecting it to.

“This is trash!” Peter yelled as he walked down the hall to his psychics class with Ned.

“What do you mean? Y/N’s going to love it!”

“But it’s awful!”

“Dude! She’s coming his way!”

“Hey, Ned,” you greeted. “Hi, Peter.”

“Hey, Y/N, Peter has something for you,” Ned blurted out. Before Peter could turn out to give him a death stare, Ned was already across the classroom.

“Do you really?” you asked, your face showing a hint of anticipation.

“Well,” he reached into his backpack, “since you got into your first choice school and that’s a major reason to celebrate…” He grabbed the painting which was covered in wrapping paper. “I thought I’d make you a little something.”

“Oh my god, Peter,” you squealed. “You painted something for me?”

“Yes but,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I think it’s the worst thing to ever happen to a canvas.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you said as you unconcerned the painting. It was a painting of the both of you on the day of a school trip to Coney Island; your cheeks were touching and you both wore the biggest smiles on your faces you had ever known. “Peter… I love it!”

“You do?” His ears perked and his immense blush seemed to get worse.

“This is the best thing anyone’s ever given me,” you reached to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s really nothing, I mean it only took me so long and I did have to google a lot of techniques…”

You giggled. “You’re adorable.”

Peter noticed Ned giving him a thumbs up from across the classroom.

“So, um, Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Want to go out and um, celebrate my awesome art skills?”

“Absolutely,” you laughed. “Pick me up at 7.”

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