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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months
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can you make a peter parker smut where he gets a 89% on his math final and he needs to js take it out on the reader 🤩🤩
A/N: ops, I finished writing this before the clock even struck 6 in the morning... idk how to explain, I have the circadian rhythm of an 80-year-old tbh.
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“Not that I’m complaining,” you panted, lazily running your fingers along the dewy spine of the man sprawled out on top of you, “but what was all of that? Where did it come from?”
Shifting his face on the swell of your tits, parting the heat of your bosom from his cheek, he glanced up at you with weary eyes and reluctantly uttered, “I got a 89% on my math final…”
“89?” you cocked a brow, not taking into account who it was you were talking to, “but that’s such a good grade.”
“Yeah, but not for me and especially not in math,” you detected the heated tears threatening to come to fruition, “I’ve never gotten below a 92, period, but that’s usually in things that I suck at, not math, never math,” his hold on you tightened as he lowered his head back down, staring intensely at the chipped spot on the wall beside your bed. 
Eyes locked on the crown of his head, you helplessly uttered just above a whisper, “I’m sorry Peter. I’m really sorry,” feeling your naked body being to tremble beneath his in empathy, “fuck… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better…”
Feeling the spent hardness, that never quite disappeared, press against your inner thigh with a cautious grind of his hips, he peeked up at you once more and suggested, “round two?” actually withdrawing a faint giggle within you from the heart-breaking smirk on his lips, “just let me fuck you till I forget, even if it just slips away for a second, please, let me have this, let me have you…”
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headkiss · 11 months
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Peter standing up as a groomsmen for someone's wedding and he sees reader in the audience tearing up and he mouthes I love you to her 😭🫶🏾🥺
peter is such a loverboy </333 thank u for requesting this is a short and sweet one!
Weddings have always made you emotional. They’re a beautiful thing, especially when they’re people you know.
And somehow, now that you’re in love yourself, they get you even more. Peter stands on the groom's side, his suit crisp and hugging him perfectly. He looks as pretty as ever.
You’re sitting a couple of rows back with the rest of the guests, and though you’re meant to be watching the couple that’s saying their vows right then, your eyes keep flicking over to Peter.
Listening to the words the couple says, the happiness and the watery laughs, your eyes well up pretty quick. As if he can sense it, Peter’s eyes meet yours in the crowd, and he huffs a small laugh when he notices you trying to fan away your tears.
He shakes his head at you with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
Looking at him up there, it makes everything even more special. Because you know what it’s like to love someone that way. To want to shout it out to anyone who’s listening. To know that you’re loved the exact same way.
Peter’s done that for you.
You wipe the first tear that falls down your cheek quickly, glancing up to the sky to try and reign it in. When you look back, Peter’s still looking at you.
‘Stop,’ you mouth at him, like he’s the one making you cry these tears of joy and overwhelming emotion.
He just shakes his head again. Then, his lips move, shaping the words ‘I love you.’
Just like that, as the couple says they do and you mouth the three words right back to Peter, another tear falls down your cheek.
When the couple walks down the aisle, hands clasped and smiles stretching their faces, you stand with the crowd, clapping for them. Peter finds you quickly, pulling the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbing your tears away for you.
“You’re a wedding crier,” he says, a hand pinching your chin gently to keep your face tilted to his, the other wiping away the small mascara smudges under your eyes.
“I can't help it. It’s so sweet.”
He dips down to kiss your cheek, then your mouth. It’s quick but it tells you enough.
“I love you, bug. Wedding tears and all.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you push his hair off his forehead. “I love you, too.”
Yeah, it’s nice to be loved enough that you’d never question it, that the words come easier each time.
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mgparker · 2 years
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[tasm!peter parker x reader]
request | word count: 4k
based on this request: so the reader has a boyfriend but he’s been kinda of a shitty one to her? like he’s an extreme workaholic who often skips their anniversaries and dates, and just takes her for granted all the time. whereas peter is her best friend who has been pining and harboring feelings for her but kept it all to himself (he knows how her bf has been treating her as well) until one day she breaks down in front of him and he comforts her. it’s very angsty and maybe ends with fluff?
warnings: f!reader, not as angsty as i’d hoped so sorry about that, asshole boyfriend, greys references, pining!peter, request, not much fluff, unedited
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Fact— Peter Benjamin Parker was in love with his best friend. Completely and utterly whipped. The kind of love that blossomed over the course of a few years; something he thought he’d grow out of but to his luck, it grew in his heart like uncontrollable weeds in a yard.
And it didn’t help that you would literally choose any other person on this planet but him.
Now, Peter couldn’t control that. Of course not. As much as he dreamed that one day you’d suddenly tell him you were absolutely in love with him and had been for years, he knew it wouldn’t matter if it didn’t come from the heart. 
And seeing as it’s been years since Peter realized you were his entire world and you’ve been in other relationships (some of which you’ve solely depended on Peter’s advice of dating them or not—to which he always faked a smile and encouraged), the dream would simply just be that. A dream. 
Nothing more. 
And yes, it hurt like hell. It felt like a knife was being plunged into his stomach every time he saw you with someone else. Like the world was crumbling beneath his feet when you smiled at the phone because you were texting him… Like there was no chance in hell that he’d ever find a way past the heartbreak whenever he saw you and your boyfriend together.
Because this relationship was a little different than the others…
It took a while for Peter to notice it, which was surprising due to his incredible senses. But when he finally did, God did it kill him. 
The fake smiles. The sudden mood changes. The excuses. 
It was like your personality was being slowly drained away and it lit a fire in his bones. A rage that threatened to burst whenever he saw your piece of shit boyfriend. Thankfully, Peter had mastered the mask of nonchalance and innocence whenever you brought Nate around but you weren’t stupid. You knew that Peter knew.
And you couldn’t tell if that filled you with relief or shame. 
For as long as you’ve known each other, you’ve never been the type to settle. You’ve always known your worth, known how to put your foot down and put it down firmly. Certain in what you wanted—no, needed (but that’s not to say you were afraid to ask for what you desired). You were fair, open to compromise, a fairly good listener, and overall a person who cared... 
So you had no idea when your relationship had started tipping the scale, losing its balance until you were stuck with the heaviest side. With all the burden and hard work that should be shared in a healthy relationship. 
And though you tried your best to figure it out, to grasp at the confidence and outspokenness you once had, it was damn near impossible.
So you just settled. You just took it one day at a time because you didn’t want to disappoint him. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more than you already have, and you know you shouldn’t feel this way. You know that Peter would never judge you in the way you’re scared of but you couldn’t stand pity. And that’s exactly what you’d get if you ran away now. 
So, you just settled.
“How’s the new promotion going?” 
It’s your two-year anniversary, an occasion you were highly surprised Nate had even remembered. Let alone planned something for it. But here you are—at a high-end restaurant on the waterside of the financial district.
The damn financial district. You had forced a smile when the two of you arrived at the restaurant, trying to hide the fact that you’d already made the decision that you absolutely hated the restaurant. Just because it was in the financial district.
Everything was about the financial district. About finance and his dad’s business and fucking Wall Street. 
“Hm?”
Swallowing your mouthful of pasta, you stared at the table with a sense of detachment. This isn’t anything you’re not used to. “Your promotion?” You cleared your throat. “How’s it going?”
Nate finally looked up from his phone, a spark of interest gleaming in his eye. Normally, that little spark would excite you, get you on the edge of your seat as you grasped for his attention.
But you were beyond over it today.
“The promotion!” Nate smiled in a satisfied way. “It’s good. I think my dad is finally starting to see me for who I truly am. What I’m truly meant to be.”
You smiled sweetly. “And what’s that?” You played the supportive girlfriend part perfectly.
“CEO of New York’s biggest finance company.” Same shit, different day. As if you hadn’t heard that before. Except it isn’t New York’s biggest finance company. In fact, it’s barely a speck in the thousands that are fighting their way for a spot next to the big boys on Wall Street. 
“That’s great,” you lied. “I’m happy for you.”
Fueled from the praise, Nate was suddenly a bit more animated. “So how’s it going with your—um—what’s it called? Your art stuff… the uh—”
“Photography?” You wanted to laugh. How hard was it to remember your passion? It’s not like he’d been calling you his girlfriend for the past two years or anything…
Mouth full, Nate nodded largely. “That.”
He’s not looking at his phone. You realize suddenly as you gave him a skeptical look over the table. He’s actually listening. He’s looking at me and listening! Call the press, this is monumental news—I should probably answer before he picks up the phone again—
“It’s good! You know I actually got an internship with this really big newspaper company. It’s the biggest opportunity I’ve had so far and I’m actually really really excited—”
He’s looking down at his phone again. Not only that but he’s picking up a call—right in the middle of this fancy five-star restaurant he’d claimed was the best of the city. Right in the middle of your passionate spiel. 
Your jaw hung slightly, staring across the table incredulously as the words died on your tongue. Embarrassed tears filled your eyes, your throat tightening in shame as you glanced around at the nearby tables. 
For the most part, everyone was minding their business, actively engaged in conversation with their partners. Until your eyes met the gaze of a young woman who sat at the table to your right. She was in a group, sat next to a man you assumed to be her husband (if the matching rings were any indication) and their hands were interlaced at their sides. 
They seemed to be a little older than you, probably not by much but everything about their language screamed relaxed and comfortable. Secure and healthy. 
Of course, you couldn’t know that for sure but then her husband was suddenly tugging at her hand softly, ripping her gaze away from you and back towards him. The look they shared hit you in the gut, punching you with a severe realization—it was a look you recognized. 
A look that had been given to you many times… but not from the man who sat across from you. Not from the man who was currently laughing on the other end of a seemingly interesting phone call (more interesting than your photography at least).
You observed as the husband whispered something in his wife’s ear, the two giggling quietly as they leaned in closer. It left you speechless, their small interaction holding more love and adoration than anything you’d ever felt toward Nate.
Your appetite was suddenly gone.
It’s even worse when the woman looked over again, as if to check on you. When her eyes found yours again, she gave you a look of—of pity.
One single tear fell down your cheek, your face turning quickly to hide it, but you were sure she’d seen it. 
A shaky hand came up to wipe it swiftly, watching through watery eyes as Nate took a joyous bite of his meal. 
“Oh, you’re right outside?” Nate was saying to the person on the other end of the call. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Great. I was just finishing up here. Yeah… Okay… Sure—I’ll meet you out there, how’s that? Okay, bye.”
He put his phone down loudly, finishing the last sip of wine in his glass. Then, your boyfriend looked up as if he remembered you were sitting at the table with him… on your two-year anniversary. 
“Right!” He wiped his mouth with a cloth. “This has been swell, but really I invited you here to tell you something.”
You were perplexed. “Okay…”
“I’m breaking up with you.”
It was deadpan. A monotone statement that left you in an instant state of confusion. “What?”
“In all honesty, I shouldn’t have let it go this far. But you know how my dad is. He likes order and breaking up with you would’ve cost me my job. My goals…”
At this point, your jaw had dropped open at his audacity. 
“And I couldn’t have that,” he laughed like it was all one big joke. “Clearly!”
You tried to take a moment to process your feelings—were you sad? Were you upset? Angry?
You should be sad, right? You should be on the verge of tears because your two-year relationship was over, right? 
But all you feel is anger and a burning sense of humiliation. “Clearly, you’ve had your mind set for a while. How long did you fake it?”
“Fake what?” He had this dumb smile on his face, as if he hadn’t spent the last few months pulling you in with meaningless ‘I love you’s and little moments of affection that made you feel guilty for even considering putting yourself first. 
Your nostrils flared. “Everything.”
“Don’t know. Lost count after the first few months,” he shrugged, waving over the server as he dug through his pocket for some cash. 
Motionlessly, you sat in your spot, rethinking every single effort you’d made for your relationship to work. Rethinking every single time you’d lied to your best friend’s face and told him that you were in love with your boyfriend and that everything was alright. That he didn’t need to worry. 
“But I’ve got this banging hot chick waiting outside for me and now that this promotion has secured me a spot on the board, there’s really no reason for me to put up with you anymore.” Nate gave the server a polite smile as he signed the receipt, leaving a generous tip on the table. 
Put up with you anymore? What the hell did he put up with? Your tireless efforts to make him feel loved? All the times you’d make sure the workload wasn’t getting to him? The times you’d fake it just for him because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings?
What the actual fuck had become of you? Nate had destroyed you from the inside out, draining you of everything you had until he got bored of you. 
“Fuck you,” was all you had to say, watching as your ex stood up, screeching his chair noisily until every other table looked your way. 
He looked as if he enjoyed the insult, loved the joys that came with being an absolute asshole. “For what it’s worth,” you could sense it wasn’t going to be worth anything. “The sex was great.”
You were right. 
With that, Nathaniel spun on his heel and sauntered out of the restaurant. 
The tables around you were silent, eyes burning various holes in your figure while you felt a deep pit form in the base of your stomach. Nausea kept you rooted to the spot, afraid that if you moved, your entire meal would land right back on your plate. 
Never in your life had you felt so humiliated, reduced to a good fuck and nothing more. After countless forgotten dates and anniversaries… After countless times you’d stuck your neck out for him. 
And when you finally gathered the strength to stand up from your table, your legs were a bit shaky, overwhelmed from the mortification.
Stumbling onto the sidewalk in the chilly New York streets, your hands fumbled for your phone, dialing a number you’d known by heart since the seventh grade. 
The line rang a few times before a warm voice picked up. “Hello?”
You wanted to sound normal, but the sound of your best friend was enough to break down all your defenses. “Pete?”
On the other end, Peter sat up quickly, heart dropping at the crack in your tone. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” He practically cooed. 
He could hear rapid footsteps on the other line, little puffs of breath leaving your mouth like you were hastily walking somewhere. “Are—are you home?”
Please, please tell me you’re home, you beg silently. Your throat ached from the sobs you were holding back.
“I am,” he replied instantly, the worry making him sit up and rush toward the window. He was already pulling off his shirt, dressed in his Spider-Man suit underneath the sweats, before you could sniffle a response.  
“Um, I think…” you were stuttering, a million thoughts running through your head. “You were right.”
“About?” You could hear him pull the window open hastily. 
You sniffled. “Nate.”
Halfway out the window, Peter froze, hanging from the side of the building. His breath caught in his lungs. “Y/N.”
“Yeah?” You answered weakly, finding a nice spot overlooking the Brooklyn bridge and collapsing on a bench. 
Your best friend took a deep breath. “Did he—” his voice cracked in anger. “What did he do? Did he touch you?”
“What?” You spluttered. “No, he—he didn’t—”
“Y/N…” his voice was shaky like yours, though it was from the sudden fury that consumed his nerves at the mere thought of the asshole even touching you at all. 
Just spit it out. “No. No, he didn’t hurt me… I, um, just got dumped.”
It was silent for longer than a minute and you glanced at your phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.  
You continued. “…and—and I want to say that I’m sad. That my heart hurts and all I want is for my relationship to go back to the way it was but… but I can’t say that because it isn’t true.
“I just feel humiliated and drained. And it’s—” a sob escaped you. “It’s the worst feeling ever and you can say—you can say I told you so. It’s fine—”
“—it’s not.”
The phone slipped from your grasp, landing on the bench in a noisy clatter as you jumped at the sudden presence next to yours. 
It was Peter—well not Peter, more like Spider-Man but it was your best friend nevertheless. “It’s not fine. I’m not going to sit here and gloat, because I didn’t want to be right.”
Your lip was caught between your teeth, something that secretly made his gaze linger on your mouth, and you were staring at him with those big doe eyes. Watery and full of a thousand things you wanted to say but wouldn’t. 
“I didn’t want you to be hurt,” he whispered. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy, sunshine…”
With that, he crossed the few steps that separated you, joining you in the middle as you stood up. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively as your façade completely dropped, sobs wracking your frame violently. 
He wished he could show you the depth of his love for you. Show you the way you deserve the be treated. Erase the pain that that asshole had caused. 
But how could he put you in harm’s way? Expose you to the many enemies Spider-Man inevitably made? 
It’s out of the question—it always had been and it always will be. 
“I’m sorry,” you were repeating under your breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
A suit-clad hand reached up to stroke your hair back, pulling you tighter into his chest. 
“How…” you sniffled. “How did you know where I was?”
Peter smiled softly. “Senior year, remember? Whenever we need a place to think—”
“—this is our spot,” you finished with a wobbly smile. “Right.”
It was an agreement you’d made years ago when the two of you had been going through a tremendous amount of stress. Between college applications and state assessments, you were both teetering the line between barely staying afloat and a full-on meltdown. 
The week of college acceptances was the worst. Peter found you on this same bench almost every afternoon, sweating from jogging the bridge and nearly in tears as you stared at the water nervously. 
And when freshman year of college rolled around and the two of you had moved in together, it was Peter’s turn to frequent the bench. Reduced to tears over his anxiety about juggling a full-time program in biophysics at an Ivy League and fulfilling his Spider-Man duties in the city.
The bench was a quiet place, marked by countless hugs and silent tears. It was your place.
“I didn’t even realize I came here,” you sighed, letting Peter drag you over to the bench. 
A realization made you stop in your tracks. “You’re in the suit.”
“Right,” Peter grinned sheepishly under the mask. Then, he pulled you close and wrapped an arm around your waist. 
“Wait—”
It was too late; he’d already taken off before you could brace yourself. Your heart sunk to your feet, a scream catching at the back of your throat as you frantically fought to wrap your arms around his neck.
It was impossible to open your eyes against the rushing wind, eyelids squeezed shut, clueless as to your destination. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, the only thing rushing through your mind was the desire to touch ground already. 
Transportation by web wasn’t a new experience for you. But it didn’t mean you appreciated it anymore now than you did the first time. The views were pretty, sure, but nearly throwing up hundreds of feet over New York wasn’t. 
The end couldn’t have come sooner. As soon as your feet touched solid surface, you snapped your eyes open. A scolding was at the tip of your tongue until you realized where he’d taken you. 
The top of a skyscraper, an important monument if you had to guess. 
Hurriedly, you looked down to survey the surface you were standing on. It was a nice slab of stainless steel, surprisingly sturdy and spacious. Next to you, a spire dwarfed you in size. 
“We’re on the Empire State.”
You looked over at Peter; his mask was gone, hair swiped to the side in a curly mess. He seemed more relaxed than you’d seen him in days, no— months.
He took your silence as a sign to continue. “I’ve been coming here for a while now.” 
“It’s beautiful,” you said, scanning the glittering buildings below. You spotted Madison Square Garden not too far ahead, laughing in amusement at the venue that seemed so big to you whenever you’d visit. Now, it was barely the size of your thumb. 
Peter followed your gaze and gave you his own chuckle. “Tiny, right?”
“This is what you see every night?” You asked in amazement. 
“Yeah. It’s the only place I can really think.”
The crack in his voice made you turn. There’s pain in his eyes, it’s the first time you really see it. The last few months had blinded you to a lot of things, your frustration and self-pity stealing you away from the one person who meant the most to you.
“Pete—”
“You know what I’d think about?” He pursed his lips. “While I was up here?” Something told you where this was going, but you were too afraid to answer.
“I’d think about you.”
Okay… He was absolutely mad at you. He’d been sparing your feelings because he could tell how miserable you were in that relationship but now, the jig was up. You were done and apparently, so was he. The words were tumbling out before you could stop them. “I’m sorry—” 
“Wha—why?” Peter chuckled humorlessly. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I dunno,” you mumbled. “I know I haven’t really been there lately.”
It was silent. You hesitantly looked at your best friend to find him already staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.
“I would think about you,” he repeated pointedly. “For the last two years, I’ve watched you turn yourself into someone, at times, I barely recognized. I’ve watched you shrink yourself slowly until... until...” he never finished and it left you mildly curious, though you weren’t eager to hear an outside perspective of how you’d been played like a guitar string.
“That asshole didn’t deserve you, Y/N. You’re too good, too-too pure, and he didn’t deserve more than a minute of your time...”
You stared at the skyline, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. Peter wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, you knew that, but it stung nonetheless because he was right. 
Then, he softly uttered your name. It was filled with an emotion that struck a nerve deep within you. You nearly choked.
“You’re still the same girl I’ve known since high school. The same girl that wouldn’t hesitate to put Flash Thompson in his place—” you rolled your eyes at the reminder of that dickwad. “You’re still the same girl that sees the good in everyone, and you’re still the same stubborn girl who can get villains to stand down from the sheer force of your will...”
He’s talking about Harry Osborn, and it finally draws a laugh out of you. It wasn’t funny a year ago, when the incident nearly got you killed, but it was enough to make you tearfully laugh now.
“Y/N… you’re still the sun.”
The laugh got paralyzed in your throat, choked down by a small sob of relief. The alleviating realization that the most debilitating aspect of your life was finally gone, a parasite that had been reducing you to ashes, shadowing your brightness and sucking every part of you until you were practically a shell of who you used to be.
There were words your best friend never heard, arguments and disputes no one would ever know, parts of yourself that would take more than an hour to steal back from Nate’s vicious clutch, but you were more than relieved to realize that at the other end of it, there was one thing that he could’ve never taken away from you.
Before you could say anything, Peter uttered one last thing. 
“You’re still the same girl that I’ve always loved.”
A swell of emotions attacked your heart, squeezing and squeezing until the only relief was Peter’s arms. You’re glad that he has such fast reflexes or else you’d both be tumbling off the side of the building. 
There could be multiple meanings behind that statement—and there definitely was— but Peter meant it in the way he knew you needed.
A confession wasn’t something you could handle right now, and it wasn’t something Peter could ever see himself admitting while he still worried about your safety, so he made sure you saw the fond edge in his gaze. The years of friendship and devotion that you two shared.
There weren’t words to describe how you felt about Peter Parker, you could barely make sense of it. But holding him close, feeling his hands around your waist and heartbeat against your ear, you were almost certain that the words that rested at the tip of your tongue held a different meaning than what he’d just said to you.
But you keep it in, afraid to shatter this moment and feeling the long road of healing ahead. It could wait.
This embrace was enough.
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yes... this is a little bit of a mess but i’m fairly certain i say that about every single thing i write. also, shameless grey’s anatomy reference because that show has my entire heart and soul. anyway, this request is from MONTHS ago. i am so sorry you sweet anon but if anyone would like to read it, here it finally is. 
hope you’re all having a splendid day. x
— elle <3
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xoluvx · 2 years
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If you're still doing the blurbs, then this amazing gif of Peter
ugh i love writing peter stuff so thank you for this adoringly cute gif 🥺
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"let me get some stuff," peter spoke getting up from bed and grabbing his backpack with one hand. you watched him move around his room through the screen on your phone, your head resting on your pillow as he flopped the backpack on his bed.
"okay, just make it quick. i want to see you already," you said as he stopped to look at his phone. his smile was sweet and his eyes soft as the small wrinkles around his eyes became evident.
"i'm so glad you feel better, you've missed a lot," he said giving you a last look before propping his phone down somewhere you could still see him, but at a weird angle. not that peter had any weird angles.
"i missed you the most though," you said trying to get his attention again but he was so distracted putting things in his backpack until he had notebooks in his hand.
"what's that?" you asked and he looked at you with his doe eyes.
"the homework you missed, have to make sure you have it-" he was rambling again.
"pete, i just want to see you," you said sighing sitting up on your bed feeling yourself growing frustrated. you'd been stuck in your room for more than a week. no outside world, no peter. nothing. you just wanted to hug him and kiss him-
"just forget the homework!" you snapped and peter looked at the phone after fumbling to get the notebooks in his backpack.
"if we're both getting into MIT you need to catch up on your work," he said seriously before closing his backpack.
"fine! bring the homework, but bring your ass here now, parker" you said and peter slung the backpack over his shoulders grabbing the phone as he left his room giving you a tight-line smile. he'd made you grumpy and now you were definitely not going to do your homework.
when you finally heard the knock on your door, you sped to open it falling into peter's arms. he rocked you a little placing a kiss on your head muttering an 'i missed you' before pulling away slightly just to see your face.
his lips softly connected with yours and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter. your fingers spreading across the top of his back.
"where's your backpack?" you mumbled brushing his nose.
"i left it. i know you don't want to do homework," he replied resting his forehead on yours, cupping your cheek so his thumb was gently caressing your skin.
"so you wasted all that time and didn't even bring it?" you joked, your lips brushing still standing at the doorway of your bedroom holding each other tightly.
"gosh, shut up already and kiss me," he said sassily chuckling as he left you speechless before capturing your lips again. you'd let that one pass since you missed him so damn much.
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belovedholland · 2 years
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congrats on 1k sweetheart!!
i have a blurb request! for peter with the fluff dialogue prompt: “texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better" 🤍
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Fluff 1 - 27. "texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better"
Holding your body all night || pp.
W/c – 580
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"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay over?" You asked Peter as you were both in his bed, watching Bridgerton. 
"Yeah, it's no problem." Peter had talked about you staying the night for some time now, and as much as you wanted to – you really did – you were for some reason also nervous. This would be a new very intimate step in your relationship.
"But what about May?"
"May won't be phased by it, I promise." Peter couldn't see a single reason as to why you shouldn't stay, but he still got the impression that something was in the way. "Do you not want to stay over?" Peter asked with a small pout.
"No! I definitely want to," you told him as you held his cheeks in your hands. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I don't want to, cause I do. I just don't want to ruin your sleep."
"Why would sleeping over ruin my sleep?" Peter asked, generally confused.
"Well you deserve a good sleep after your patrol, you must be tired." You explained your thoughts to him.
"I promise you, you staying over will only make it better." He tilts your head up with his index finger on your chin, and moves down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 
As the time passed, so did your nerves, Peter’s words helped a lot, and now you were just excited. You were still in his bed watching Netflix, though you had changed to Gilmore Girls. And now you were also laying down, Peter’s arms hugging your body from behind as he spooned you.
The time went by, and neither of you noticed how late it had gotten, that was until you yawned. 
"Tired?" Peter asked you with his soft voice.
"A little, what time is it?" Peter grabbed his phone, hitting the powerbuttun, and the screen lit up, clearly showing the time: 01.07 am. 
"We should probably go to sleep." He told you, you simply nodded your head. Peter placed a kiss to your cheek, as he shifted away from you, and got up from the bed. 
He went over to his drager, and pulled out his pyjama pants. You sat up in his bed, the covers laying over your lap, as you watched him change his pants. It was when he took off his shirt that you spoke up.
"Hand it to me." He turned around –abs on full display– and saw your arms that were extended, asking him to hand you his shirt, and he did so, no questions asked. 
You told him to turn around, as you removed your own shirt and bra, and replaced it with his. His cent overtaking everything else, but you weren’t complaining.
The two of you brushed your teeth standing next to each other, smiles shared through the mirror. And Peter told you over and over again, how good you looked in his shirt, though it was a little hard to understand him, as he tried speaking and brushing his teeth at once.
Not soon after, you were both lying under his covers. He laid on his back, as you were cuddling into his side, with your head on his chest. His strong arms were hugging your body impossibly closer to his own.
"Texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better," Peter whispered to you, and planted yet another kiss on your skin.
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landothemuppet · 1 year
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Hey! Loved ' approval' so much!!💖 I have a request for you : being in love with your best friend Peter Parker and watching him fall for mj . 💞💞
Hello sweet anon. I'm sorry for the eternity wait, I hope you're still following me. It's been a while since that request has been asked. To be fair, this request inspired me so much and it took me so much time to write it than i decided to make a mini-series about it. You will find the first part just here please, notice me | part one
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ageofevermore · 2 years
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hi! could you maybe write a blurb with tom in which the reader has a car crash & she‘s waking up in the hospital but gets really anxious & starts panicking bc she hates hospitals but tom is there to calm her down? 🤍 thank you if you write it, you‘re amazing!!
this request is from april of twenty-one, but going through my inbox i felt drawn to writing something. it’s short and sweet, but i don’t hate it, so i hope you enjoy it! also, i no longer write for tom holland, so i adapted it for peter parker. i hope thats okay!
you woke up to the sound of your heartbeat in your ears and your pulse in the tips of your toes. your muscles everywhere ached, and from what you could feel, there was something heavy and restrictive around your left arm. groaning, whatever lights were above you blinded you when your eyes fluttered open. feeling like a herd of elephants was keeping your eyes shut, your head lulled to the side, trying to escape the bright florescent lighting.
you had no idea where you were, nor did you remember anything. it was like your body had wiped away the last twenty-three years of your life. struggling to open your eyes, a whimper broke from the center of your chest, alerting your roommate of your consciousness. unaware that peter had been sitting with you, his arm hands grabbing onto your bruised and cut up skin shocked you.
waves of panic spread through your chest like a wildfire, your eyes shooting open with an aching sense of adrenaline. it was like everything had come rushing back all at once. the fight, the storm, the car wreck. you’d been t-boned at an intersection near brooklyn, but everything after that was lost to you. you don’t know how long its been since the crash, you don’t know if you hit your head, but by the feeling in your body and the soft red cast around your left arm, you assume the damage is lasting, at least for the moment.
“hey, hey.” peter coos, brushing his fingers across your forehead. he tied your hair up and away from your face a few hours ago, but in your distress you’d pulled a few baby hairs away from the elastic. “shh, calm down baby. can you do that for me? take a deep breath in, that’s it.”
every muscle in your body ached, and the deep breathing wasn’t helping. you whimpered, trying to wiggle away from your own skin and the unbearable pain and tension. peter saw your discomfort, his eyes becoming glassy again as he took in the state of you. the fight was stupid, but you going out in the storm was even stupider. he told you not too, but you’d been so mad at him you grabbed the keys anyway and slammed the door behind you. it was his fault you were so mad, his fault, and now look at you. bruised and cut, a broken arm, a concussion. its all his fault.
“let me go get the nurse, baby. she’ll give you more pain medication.” peter pulled away from your touch, his warmth simmering away into a memory, letting goosebumps cover all the places he’d been touching.
you shook your head, “stay. please. i need you.”
“you’re hurting baby, it’ll be quick.”
“i just need you, peter.” becoming hysterical all over again, peter came back to your side, one hand in yours and the other brushing fly always away from your eyes and forehead. “i love you.”
“i’m sorry.”
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madwcman · 2 months
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tasm! Peter kissing reader any chance he gets?
a/n: thank you for requesting <3
pairing: tasm! peter x reader
peter silently wraps his arms around you and rest his head between the crook of your neck, giving your neck a small peck. peter always wants to kiss you, every chance he gets he takes it.
“what was that kiss for?” you giggle, as your boyfriend grip on you tightens, and he starts to sway you both.
“just wanted to kiss you.” he says softly, moving his head from your neck, his lips landing on the apple of your cheek.
“you always want to kiss me.” you move your head back to look at peter with a bright smile. “of course i do.” he turns you around so you could face and see him fully. you give peter a warm smile and wrap your arms around his neck. he moves in to give you more kisses, you deserve all the kisses in the world from him, in his opinion. if he could kiss you all day he would, so he kisses you any chance he can.
“peter!” you shout, laughing at the pampering he’s giving you, you think your boyfriend is overly sweet, and you love it. you love peter.
he stops and pulls from your face. he has a cheeky smile and pulls you in, hugging you tighter than before. “you’re too sweet peter.” you tell him fondly. your hands going up to peters hair, playing with it softly, he loves when you play with his hair. it makes him melt.
“i’m too sweet?”
“yes, you practically spoil me.” you giggle out, your heart is all warm and you feel a little silly when your with peter. “well a sweet girl like you should be spoiled.” and he moves in to kiss you all over again.
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sacharinee · 10 months
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pranking peter asking him to try not to annoy you today has me crying
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 600
a/n: hiii anon thank u very much for requesting! based on that trend on tiktok :)
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you’re feeling mean today.
after waking up so early, you’ve scrolled through countless videos of girls pranking their boyfriends with just a simple line, and seeing their priceless reactions.
and what better use of your time than to prank your ever so lovely boyfriend.
you’re up in the bathroom, washing your face and getting your makeup done for the day when peter walks in to greet you.
“g’morning baby,” he mumbles and wraps an arm around the side of your hip, sloppily kissing the side of your forehead.
you take a look at him through the mirror. he’s got bedhead, his curly hair all messy, shirt wrinkled, and he’s rubbing his squinty eyes from the bright lights. his cute little pout makes your heart skip a beat and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. 
“hi petey,” you greet, you’ve got your brush in one hand, blending out the makeup on your skin.
and he’s reaching for his toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on when he asks you, “d’you sleep good?”
“it was okay,” you respond with a shrug.
“just okay? what happened, y/n/n?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.
you tap your fingernails on the countertop as you take a deep breath, “look, pete, i have a big day ahead, so can you just try not to annoy me today please?”
peter freezes as his jaw goes slack with the toothbrush in his mouth. his eyes stare up at you in shock and confusion while you’re none the wiser, looking straight ahead, curling your lashes up closely against the mirror, “what’d you say?”
you let out a sigh as you switch out the curler for mascara, “i said, try not to get on my nerves today.”
"today? but the day just started," he's dumbfounded when he looks at you.
you shrug in response, "still. you've been really annoying lately."
you resist from looking at peter. one quick glance and you know you would break.
“oh…” the boy mumbles, looking down at the sink confused, trying so hard to figure out where he went wrong, “m’ sorry.” you feel like a monster.
but when peter steps back to sneak a peek at you, he notices your uncomfortable stance. you’re squeamish, biting your lip, as you avoid eye contact with him. 
his eyes narrow down at your figure, “and how exactly have i annoyed you lately?”
you take a second to think of a example, “just, everything. like right now, when you ruined my makeup or when you’re asking me stupid questions.”
“stupid questions? ruined your makeup? wait, what, you mean when i kissed you good morning??” your boyfriend laughs in amusement. 
“m’ just saying.” 
“huh okay,” peter spits the toothpaste out in the sink, “you wanna talk about silly questions?" he wipes his mouth with a rag and turns towards you, gets up real close to the side of your face.
you pinch your brows towards him, “what are you-”
“who was the one that asked me if italy was in spain?”
“peter-”
“or if milan was in germany?”
“are you ser-”
“or if australia and austria were the same thing?”
“peter!”
“i’m just saying!” he’s mocking you, a smug smirk on his face, and he knows he’s got you.
“yea whatever, einstein,” you bump him out of the way wanting to use the mirror next. you’re crabby your little prank backfired while peter’s having the time of his life, laughing at your embarrassment. 
he stands behind you wrapping his big arms around your front and resting his chin down on your shoulder. he’s got this irritating sardonically sweet smile on his face that makes you wanna kiss or slap it off, you can’t decide. he’s gazing with loving eyes at you’re adorably grumpy pout in the mirror and kissing the side of face, smudging your makeup once more.
“it’s okay baby, you can get on my nerves all you want.”
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madschiavelique · 8 months
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hii i love your work!
i was wondering if you could write a sensitive fem!reader x Miguel O’Hara x Peter B smut? peter is like a soft dom and miguel is a hard dom?
miguel of course says something a little to mean while fucking her from behind, and she starts to cry and peter is all like “miguel, you made her cry”
thank you 🙏🏼
OMG anon you don't know what this did to me
you just provoked my new addiction : i want to write so much more miguel x reader x peter now i'm OBSESSED (also tumblr was kinda bugging while i tried doing this post so i hope things will be alright fdvfbsef - and this is not proofread :D)
summary : miguel made you cry because he was mean as you were eiffel towered by him and Peter B.
content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, hard dom!miguel o'hara, soft dom!peter b. parker, reader being eiffel towered (i'm french and feeling very patriotic on this one🥖), miguel being a bit too mean, overstimulation, pnv sex, sodomy, no use of Y/N word count : 1,2k
tag list : @fandom-ash
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You whimpered once more, your whole body feeling electric and tired at the same time as you sank down shakily. Miguel was behind you, his warm breath landing on your ear as you felt his torso bulge against your back. Peter was facing you, kissing your shoulder as your breasts pressed against his chest.
You couldn't tell the time any more, whether it had been an hour or more that they were fucking you without stopping. Many orgasms had been reached, and your body was floating in this cloud of overstimulation. You were exhausted, at the end of your rope, with barely enough energy to lift your body and sink on both of their dicks buried in you.
Needing to regain your strength and rest both your thighs and your whole body, which had been in orgasmic succession, you rested for a moment, not moving as their two cocks stayed all warm in you.
"Did I say you could stop?" Miguel grunted against your back, his teeth grazing your skin as his hand rested on your thighs and squeezed your flesh between his massive fingers.
You let out a moan, your head falling back to rest in the crook of Miguel's neck.
"I can't," you breathed shakily, "it's too much."
You could feel the electricity coursing through your thighs, your body on fire, absolutely exhausted by the effort that had been required of you from the start.
"Come on sweetheart," Peter encouraged, caressing your cheek as he waited for you to continue. "You can do this."
You inhaled harshly, pressing down on your trembling thighs to rise again and continue. The knot forming in your body stretched from your lower stomach to the small of your back. The overload of sensation was heightening your sensitivity to the limit, both physically and mentally.
Your legs were tired, trying to bury yourself properly on them. One of your hands had found its place on Peter's shoulder, the other holding Miguel's thigh and allowing you to hold on better as you went back and forth.
"Is that the best you can do?" Miguel grumbled against your ear, both your faces covered in a light sheen of sweat.
One of his hands went to your hip, digging his fingers into your skin as he pushed even deeper and you let out a moan. The fatigue was getting hard to handle, all the sensations mixed together, their breaths, their voices, their words...
"If you can't do it right, I'll find someone who can".
This sentence stung you in the chest. All you were doing was trying to do your best for them, to make them feel good and have your share in it too. Were you really that incapable? Were you so incompetent that you didn't do anything for them? Were you really that useless?
"Watch your mouth," Peter warned, not necessarily condoning the crude words his partner had just uttered.
But it was too late, your heart clenched, your throat constricted as a ball formed in it. Your eyes burned, you would have preferred not to cry, but your nose stung so much in your abstinence that you ended up breaking. When the tears came, you lowered your head against Peter's shoulder, and they flowed hard and committed.
"Hey what's that," he said, feeling beads running down his skin that he knew wasn't sweat.
You didn't dare look at them, your hips still moving, your shame and discouragement oppressing your chest.
"Look at me," he asked softly as his hand came to rest on your cheek.
You looked up, your eyes unable to find his. But he placed his index finger like a hook under your chin to raise it, and your wet eyes met his.
"Oh no," he said, mouth half open, "bunny, are you crying?"
You immediately felt Miguel tense up, his hand suddenly much softer against your skin.
"What?" he asked, gently sliding his hand over your jaw in the hope of turning you towards him and seeing your face.
But you pulled away from his touch and buried your face in Peter's shoulder, not feeling strong enough to face Miguel's gaze.
"Miguel, you made her cry," Peter said, stroking your hair gently as Miguel's mouth fell open in surprise.
He hadn't realised the impact words like that could have on you, especially in this context. You had been so good to them, and you still are, their absolute dream. You are perfection itself, and Miguel would obviously never want to replace you with anyone else.
"Muñeca..." he murmured against your back as he came to kiss you tenderly, his hand caressing your hip.
Your tears were still flowing, your back shaking with little jolts of heartache and pleasure.
"Mírame," he asked gently, kissing the back of your neck.
You breathed in, lifting your wet cheeks from Peter's shoulder and turning to meet Miguel's face.
His eyes instantly became pained, pained to have been the one to cause this state. He would never, ever wish for anyone but you. He caressed your cheek, kissing the corner of your eyes and licking your wet skin.
"Please forgive me, amor," he whispered against your skin, "you know I never meant these words, right?"
Your chin trembled and Peter put his hand on your other cheek to wipe it clean.
"You're the only one we want," Miguel assured you, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're the most perfect thing that ever happened to us, and we would never want anybody else than you."
You sniffled, the sweet words he gave you pressing into your heart like a comforting balm. You loved them both so dearly, and it felt good to know that they did too.
"How are you feeling right now?" Peter asked, kissing your cheek softly.
You breathed in, still feeling the exhaustion weighing on your thighs and body.
"Like everything's too much," you managed to whisper, sniffing and swallowing.
"Do you think you can come just once more for us, nena?" Miguel asked, kissing your shoulder gently and stroking your thigh with his thumb.
The knot in your stomach was still tight, and it was almost painful not to get any relief from it.
"Mhm," you nodded as you pushed on your thighs again to raise them up.
Miguel's hands both came to grip your hip to guide you, helping you to sink and rise much more easily and sparing you a little pain in your thighs.
"You're so good for us," Peter breathed, kissing the crook of your neck lovingly, "you're doing such a good job, taking us like that."
Miguel kept pace with your hips, neither urging you on nor slowing you down. Both their warm breaths landed on your skin, whispering sweet, soft words that softened your heart and enveloped it in adoration.
Your moans began to multiply, vibrating in your throat a little more as you finally approached orgasm.
"Come for us, muñeca" encouraged Miguel.
And you came, your whole body shaking as if a bolt of lightning had struck your core and spread seismic waves of pleasure throughout its entirety.
You let your head rest against Miguel's chest, and he kissed your forehead gently.
"I knew you could do it," he whispered.
"You're our angel," Peter confirmed as he kissed your cheek.
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Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.
"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.  
This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other. 
That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off.  He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on. 
"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.
His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.
Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.
Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good. 
" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to"  You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips. 
You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good. 
You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact. 
"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"
"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking  from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.
Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan. 
after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile  "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you. 
"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 months
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What about Peter having a crush on reader but he can never properly talk to her, until reader gets saved by spider man like twice and in the third time she kisses him and Peter's all happy and excited at first until he realises she only like spiderman not Peter Parker and he's all sad and he visits her place as spidey and they talk and he tries kiss her and she's like no it was a mistake and I didn't mean it and I already like this other guy and he's like who??? And she's like oh this boy with me at school and Peter being Peter apologises and decides to help her ask the boy out while being a the sweet sad puppy he is and the next day he's all mopey at school and avoids reader until she corners and asks him out and he's like omg she was talking about me
.....can I please have chocolate now? 🥺🥺🥺
- yours truly
a/n: okay, i hope you don’t mind, i tweaked it a little so that he doesn’t find out the truth at school but at her apartment when he visits him
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“Wait,” you pressed a palm to the hero’s chest and pushed him back slightly. He’d pulled up his mask just enough for his soft lips to be unobscured before he’d locked them with your own, “this–, uhm…” you averted your gaze and shook your head lightly as to rid yourself of the hazy sensation the taste of his kisses bloomed, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
“What?” he leaned back a bit next to you on your bed.
“It’s not you, I promise, you’re so–… I mean, you’re you. Most of New York would probably kill to get to do, well, this with you. I just–, as good as that felt, it can’t happen again,” sucking in a shaky breath, you revealed, “I kinda like someone else, like really like them. So, this just–, I’m sorry… I can’t…”
As a slow, sombre exhale flowed out past his lips, “oh…” he leaned further away from you, “who–, uhm… who is it?”
“A guy at my school. We have biology together, though I’ve never actually had the courage to talk to him. Every time I try, I just chicken out at the very last second and walk away…”
“What’s his name? Maybe, I don’t know… maybe your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman could play matchmaker or something?”
Blinking back at him, you breathed, “you’d really do that? You’ve already done so much for me.” 
“It’s fine, I wanna help,” he offered you a weak smile, “I just want you to be happy. So, what’s the guy’s name?”
“Peter,” you said wistfully, “Peter Parker.”
Mouth parting slightly in surprise, he looked as if you’d just slapped him clean across his face. 
“He’s got brown hair,” you went on, “and is like probably the smartest person I’ve ever met.”
“Peter Parker?” he repeated, “y-you have a crush on m–, on him?”
“Pretty much since the day I first met him,” you sighed longingly, “I know, you must think I’m pathetic. You throw yourself into danger every day and here I am, too scared to talk to the guy I’m in love with.”
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headkiss · 1 year
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hey can i pls request peter with a gf who’s scared of spiders??
hiii this idea is so cute i hope u like it (sorry it’s a shorter one!!) | 0.4k of fluff and a spider !
“Peter!” You all but shriek from the bathroom.
Being who he is, the hairs on his arms and that back of his neck raise, his senses dig deeper to find any sort of danger. He doesn’t feel anything. He runs to you all the same.
“Bug? What’s wrong?”
“There’s a spider on the wall,” you point, wrapped in your towel post-shower, which is enough to distract him for a moment.
“Just a spider?” He tries not to smile or laugh. He has to cover his mouth with his hand.
It’s ironic, you being so afraid of spiders and dating Spider-Man himself. What a trip. As much as he teases you for it, he can’t deny feeling proud of himself every time he takes a spider out of the apartment in a glass with a spare bit of paper held over the opening. He’s just happy to help you.
“It’s not ‘just’ a spider, Peter. It’s a huge one.”
You can't even bring yourself to look away from it. Like as soon as you look away, it’ll pounce on you.
“Okay. It’s fine, I’ll get it out.”
He rushes to grab his usual supplies, and walks over to the wall where the spider sits slowly, trying not to startle it. You hold your towel to yourself tightly, wince at the sight of the creature bugging you.
“It’s looking at me,” you say.
“‘Cause you’re pretty.”
“Peter.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m getting it.”
He places the cup over it carefully, and you let out a small squeal when it moves around inside.
The first time Peter had to save you from a spider, he was prepared to smush it with the nearest object he could find. He only didn’t because you’d stopped him saying, ‘don’t kill it! It’s your relative!’
He couldn’t hold in the laugh at that, though you genuinely sounded concerned. He just thinks you’re the cutest ever.
Now, he slides the paper beneath the cup, a technique he’s had to master especially while living with you, and begins to carry the spider away to the widow of your fire escape. As soon as it’s outside, he shuts the window and turns to look at you, still in your towel, shuffling on your feet and shivering just a bit.
“All done, bug,” he says, walking over to you and rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms for warmth. “How about you get dressed and we can watch a movie?”
You lean your head against his chest just for a moment, careful not to get his shirt wet with your hair, “thanks, Peter. Best boyfriend and spider remover ever.”
“Can I have an award for that?”
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l1tw1ck · 10 months
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Because of a Party
bottom!ftm!tasm!Peter Parker x top!masc reader
🕷️ Word Count: 1,843 🕷️
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↳ [REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Version]
CW: Dub-Con (Dry Humping), Drunkenness, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Biting, Marking
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Peter and Gwen have been friends for a few years and most people think Peter’s in love with her. But in reality, he's in love with you. You don't talk to him much, you have your own group of friends and he's a year older so you never even considered becoming his friend. Peter's been content with just watching you from afar since he’s convinced he has no chance with you. He figured nothing would happen and you’d just be an old crush in a few years.
All that changed when Gwen heard you were going to a party. She asked if Peter could come with you because he spends all his time studying and working. You figured you should get along better with who you think is going to be your sister’s future boyfriend so you agreed.
Now you're at your friend’s house and Peter drank way too much in an attempt to ease up and enjoy the party. You didn't know until it was too late and at this point you're too drunk to bring him home so you ask your friend for help. He gives you the key to one of the guest bedrooms so he can sober up.
You drop Peter onto the bed and sit down next to him. He shimmies out of his uncomfortable jeans, leaving him in just his underwear. Peter mumbles your name and pulls you onto your back to make you lie down with him. You turn your body to look at him, your faces too close together for both of your comforts. You look into his eyes and wait for him to speak but instead of talking, he goes in for a kiss. You’re not sure why, but you actually reciprocate the kiss. Peter has no idea what he's doing but you can't tell, and even if you could you're too drunk to care. He pulls your pants down just enough to grope your bulge and get you hard. He moves his hand away and wraps his leg around yours, adjusting himself so that his pussy is right against your boner. He starts to desperately rub his cunt against you, humping you at an unnaturally fast pace.
You pull away from the kiss. “Peter..”
“[Name]–” He gasps. “Fuck- mmh~” He throws his head back. He moves like he's never touched himself before, it's clear that he's enjoying himself. He whimpers as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. “yes! yes!”
You let him bring himself to his completion, watching as he comes from humping you. He looks so irresistible like this. You gulp, trying to hold back all the urges you have right now.
Peter calms down and lies on his back. Before you can even speak he passes out, leaving you to take care of your boner by yourself. You sigh. At least this won't be the last time you see him.
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Your family’s flying to England to visit Gwen’s new choice of college. She decided New York wasn't giving her what she needed so she applied and got a full scholarship. She’s moving in the summer but your parents wanted to help her find a new place. Your brothers wanted to come along too. You stayed back because you wanted to talk to Peter about the party. You’ve seen him a few times but you never had the chance to get him alone but now's the perfect time. It's especially perfect if that conversation leads to something more.
You invited him over under the guise of needing help with science homework, since you assume that he's forgotten all about the party.
Your original plan was to have a civil conversation but now that he's right in front of you, you don't know what to say. You bring him to your room, planning to wait for a better moment to talk about it.
“Do you remember anything that happened during the party? My memory kind of stopped at some point and I woke up with a splitting headache.”
You turn around. “You don't remember?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Anything?” You step closer to him. He shakes his head again. “You were all over me at the party.”
His eyes widen. What did he do?
You lean into his ear. “You were rubbing yourself on my cock and acting like a desperate whore. You didn't even let me come.” You chuckle at the last part.
His cheeks are even redder than before. The visual you just gave him is setting him on fire. Was he clothed? Or did he rub his bare cunt on you? The thought is driving him insane.
“You’ll make it up to me though, right?”
Peter nods. He can't even begin to describe how he feels, he might just explode.
“Get on your knees.” You order. He quickly sinks down to the floor and pulls your pants down. “That's a good boy.” You praise him. He's surprised at how much his body reacted to hearing that, he's already soaking wet. He slowly tugs on the waistband of your underwear, almost scared to see what's underneath. He looks up at you then back at your bulge before impulsively shoving your boxers down.
“shit..” He gasps. You're definitely well endowed. He holds it in his hand and gently licks the tip. He wraps his lips around your girth and slides his mouth down almost to the hilt. He moves backwards and forwards, sucking your cock feverishly. He doesn't have any experience but he's determined to make you feel good. Even though he's not experienced, it feels amazing. Just seeing him and his eagerness is enough for you. He looks adorable doing it.
“That’s right, you’re doing so well, baby.” You murmur, running your hands through his hair. Peter blushes and looks up at you, shivering when he sees your expression. He closes his eyes and speeds up his movements. He can't believe that he's in this situation. He’s dreamt and fantasized about being with you for years and now it's finally a reality. He thanks his drunken self for getting you interested in him. “Peter-” You breathe out.
He pulls away from you and jerks you off. “Mmh?” He looks up at you.
“‘M gonna come-” You warn. His eyes widen and he quickly goes back to sucking you off. He wants to swallow it. Your peak comes even faster when you realize his intentions. Peter swallows your cum happily, enjoying your taste. He pulls away and looks at you with a small smile. God he’s so cute.
You help him stand up and bring him to his bed. “Is this your first time?” You ask, taking your shirt off. Peter nods, taking his clothes off too. “I’ll be gentle.” You promise.
“You don't have to be.” He smiles. “Be as rough as you want. I can take it.” The room starts to get hotter.
“Oh yeah?” You smirk, running two fingers down his cunt before slowly pushing them inside of him. “I think you overestimate yourself.”
“I disagree.” He grabs your wrist and pushes your fingers in all the way, a soft moan leaving his lips. “I think it's the other way around.”
“Really now?” You move closer to his face. “Why don't we find out?” You angle your fingers a certain way, hitting his g spot exactly and causing him to moan. Before Peter can get another word out, you hit it again. And again, and again. You give him a break and move your face in between his legs. Your tongue against his clit runs a shiver up his spine. His eyes widen when your tongue enters him. He knew it’d feel good but not this good!
“Fuck!” He cries out. “Oh- [Name]~!” He throws his head back and lifts his hips. “Li- like that! Oh my God–”
Out of embarrassment, Peter grabs a pillow and brings it to his face. You’d like to hear him but you don't want to force anything out of him. He practically screams into the pillow. He feels like he's floating. He needs more. More. More. More! More! Yes! Peter feels his entire body react to the feeling of your tongue against his pleasure spot. Slick suddenly gushes out of him like he had a secret water gun in between his legs. He’s never had an orgasm this powerful before. He wants to feel it again.
You pull away from him and wipe your face. “You really liked that, huh?”
Peter moves the pillow away and nods. “I loved it.”
You hold your aching cock, pre cum dribbling out of it steadily. He can see how horny and desperate you are, he has a good estimate of how rough you're gonna be and he's so fucking ready.
“You don't have any plans for tomorrow, do you?” You ask, sliding a condom on.
He shakes his head quickly.
“Good. Because I don't think you’ll be able to go anywhere once I’m done with you.” You ease yourself inside him. You grab his legs and fold him in half. “Ready?”
“Fuck yes– AH~!” He moans loudly as you ram into him like there's no tomorrow. He doesn't even consider the fact that your neighbors can most definitely hear him and you're enjoying this too much to silence him. He looks down at his cunt, loving the way your cock slides in and out of it, then up at you.
“You feel so good, Peter.” You praise him in between breaths, leaning in to kiss his neck and make hickeys. He moves to expose more of his neck to you, encouraging you to continue. You stop sucking his neck and Peter can hear your heavy breathing even more clearly. He doesn't know why but he loves it.
“Bi- bite me~” He places his hand on your head and urges you to do it. It doesn't take you any convincing, you sink your teeth into his neck, almost deep enough to draw blood but not quite. He lets out a loud, breathy moan and comes. You slow down your thrusts, taking in the feeling of his pussy convulsing around you. “Hah– keep- keep going..”
You pull out, making him whine, and flip him onto his stomach. You raise his ass and slide back into him. You grip his waist and roughly fuck into him. Peter rolls his eyes back, his moans muffled by the pillow. He feels like he’s on cloud nine. He can barely think properly. You lean forward and graze your teeth against his neck. Peter’s breath hitches in response. You bite him again, his pussy squeezing you tight. You create a plethora of hickeys and bite marks all over his back, leaving the two of you with something to admire in the morning. “Gonna come..” You moan, slowing down. You thrust into him a few more times before stopping and filling up the condom with your spend.
You pull out and take off the condom, throwing it in the trash. Peter looks at you, his face flushed. “Felt so good..” He smiles.
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xoluvx · 2 years
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“ just listen, all right, and stop laughing. “ with peter thank you
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"peter, there's no way." you laughed feeling the pain in your belly as you tried hard to control yourself. you held on to his arm trying to stop, but you couldn't. you felt it getting worse when you thought of what he'd just confessed.
"i know it's funny, but it's also kind of sad," he said and that only made it worse. you leaned back on the couch holding your belly trying to catch your breath, but the tears were rolling down your face.
"just listen, all right, and stop laughing," he said holding your knee. you tried hard to contain yourself looking at him. the tears still at the corner of your eyes, you were inhaling and exhaling. you listened.
"i told you that story because i thought i loved this girl and i made a fool of myself. glad you thought it was funny," he added removing his hand from your knee. his voice was turning serious and you sat straight wiping your eyes, no longer laughing, but still smiling.
"why did you tell me that story?" you asked trying not to laugh again.
"if you'd let me finish then you'd know," he said sassily and you rolled your eyes trying not to smile. "i told you that story because i didn't know what love was, not until i met you," he said seriously looking at you closely. his brows were furrowed slightly in the way that showed he was waiting for approval and his lips were slightly parted as he tried to control his breathing.
"pete," your voice was soft as you realized what was happening.
"you don't have to say anything, i just needed to tell you that because i can't sleep, i can't function carrying this secret with me." he was sincere in his confession.
"well, i hope you know that i wouldn't just stare at you blankly then walk away," your face softened, smiling. you scooted closer to him, this time you placed your hand on his knee squeezing reassuringly.
you saw peter's face light up. his eyes shone and you placed your other hand on his jaw. your thumb caressed his skin gently before pulling him close. the kiss was tender and confirmed everything you felt for him too. you felt his love.
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Angst prompts 32 and 41 with Peter? My heart ❤️‍🩹
I really liked these prompts and how it turned out, I hope you do too!
32. "god, why do you have so much blood? it's okay, i can put it back— i can put it back, just don't leave me"
41. "i always said i would die for you" / "i didn't believe you until now"
In your arms || pp.
W/c – 625
Warning – blood, death
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You didn't even know how it had happened. In one moment it felt like you had everything under control, and the next you were losing the one thing that meant so much to you. You blinked once, and that's all the time it took for your life to fall apart.
It was supposed to be one short mission. One villain. You thought one punch would be enough. But it wasn’t. It seemed like an easy target, which was the reasoning for it only being you and Peter out. But you were wrong. 
When you first saw Peter laying on the ground, you were confused, it wasn't until you saw the blood stain on his suit that you began to understand what was happening. And when you got closer to him, you completely froze. You couldn't move. 
Peter's groans took you back to reality, and you quickly got by his side. You ripped off his mask to reveal his beaten up face, bruises and scratches scattered across his beautiful features. His hand laid on top of his stomach, where a stab wound could be found – how it had happened, you didn't know – as he tried to hold the blood back.
"God, why do you have so much blood? It's okay, I can put it back— I can put it back, just don't leave me," you tried to reassure him. Your one hand replacing his, pressing down on the wound, to which Peter winced loudly. Your other hand tried to scoop the blood from his sides up and back into his body, but it was to no use, and you knew it.
Maybe if you had gotten to him faster, he wouldn't have lost so much blood, and he would be fine. But you didn't get to him fast enough, and now he was losing blood faster than your tears could roll down your cheeks.
"Peter, please–" you begged, when you saw he had trouble keeping his eyes open. You couldn't do this, not now, not ever. You couldn't lose him. "Look at me, please," you said as you held his face in your free hand. 
His glossy eyes found yours, and in a pathetic try of easing his pain, you swiped away his tears, as if it would help.
"Don't leave me, someone will come," you tried once again to reassure him, but at this point it was only yourself you tried to reassure. 
Peter knew what was happening, and with a weak shake of his head, he spoke up for the first time. "Nobody is coming." You wanted to hit him for his lack of hope, but deep down you knew he was right.
"Don't say that."
"I always said I would die for you," he reminded you, as he laid his gloved hand upon yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
"I didn't believe you until now." You could see his chest rising and sinking slower for the minutes that passed. His breathing became slower, and his body began to weigh more and more in your arms. It felt like he was giving up.
"I love you, remember that," Peter told you, as he grabbed your other hand and kissed the back side. Those were his last words before he closed his eyes completely, ready for what was to come.
So now here you were with Peter laying numb in your arms, with a pool of blood underneath him. You cried for help with all the air left in your lungs, but it was to no help. Nobody could hear you, and nobody was on their way. The villain had escaped long ago, but you couldn't care less about that, not when the love of your life was bleeding to death.
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