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luveline · 10 months

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Can I request just Peter and shy!reader cuddling and stuff after a long day (after r having a long day or after peters spidey stuff whichever) ❤️

thank you for your request! tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, 1k

It feels like Peter's been gone for a long, long time when he finally comes home. Hair whipped every which way from swinging, his cheeks kissed by cold, nose bitten and pink, he drops his keys by the door and sweeps you up into his impossibly strong arms.

You'd usually laugh at the sudden weightlessness, but his touch summons a lump in your throat, the thrumming feeling of missing him alive and in your hands. You work them around his shoulders.

"You had a bad day?" he asks. You don't know how he knows, but he does.

"I just needed to see you," you say, embarrassed by the strength of your feelings.

Peter walks you backwards and you do laugh, then, the rigidness of your emotion warmed into softness by his arms around you and his easy smile. Peter dunks you down onto your L-shaped couch so you're flat on your back with your legs propped up and isn't shy about laying on top of you, the firm muscle of his thigh slotting between your softer ones, his hands moving to frame your face.

He holds your cheeks for a second, decides he actually can't deal with the weight of his bag still on his shoulders or the jacket that haphazardly hides his suit and shrugs both off, and then holds your face again.

"You're warm," he says.

"You're cold," you say, turning your cheek into his hand, your head smushed up against the couch cushions.

You close your eyes as he gets comfortable, content to spend long, slow minutes in the sanctuary of his arms, knowing he'll let you stay here however long you need to. You think you could commit to the couch for the remainder of your life and Peter would spend the rest of his days bringing you trinkets and offering to give you sponge baths. It's a preposterous thought based on an absolute truth; Peter would do anything for you. You'd do anything for him.

You curl your arms around the broad, muscled stretch of his back, fingertips tripping over the wrinkles in his shirt, nose sniffing indulgently at his hair.

"I needed to see you, too," he says into your neck. He speaks quietly, but not for the sake of any concerns. There's no need for privacy, and no shame in the admission. "Day's perfect now."

It's such a him thing to say.

After another handful of quiet minutes, Peter works it around so he's the one being weighed down, squeezing between you and the couch armrest and easing you effortlessly onto his chest. You throw a leg over his thigh, curl an arm around his waist. He's not as cold anymore, but you rub his arm in a steadying back and forth until you've made your way to his fingers. They're still pretty cold —you pull his hand to your mouth and blow warm air at his fingertips until they're pink rather than blue.

Peter noses your hairline affectionately. "You're quiet today. More than usual," he says. "Should I be concerned?"

"No," you murmur, rubbing his knuckles against your forehead for no good reason. It feels nice. After less than half a second, he does it of his own accord.

Peter pushes your head back gently and starts to kiss you. Your forehead from end to end, the bridge of your nose, the tip. You shiver happily at the feeling and tilt your chin up for a proper kiss, though that happiness quickly melds to embarrassment when he laughs against your lips. I know what you want, his laugh says.

And even though he's right, even though it's obvious, it's raw to be caught wanting. He knows how much you want him in any and all capacity, and that's scary.

You'd pull away if you thought Peter didn't know how you felt; you trust him completely. He can kiss you sick, for all you care.

Peter doesn't kiss you for long, resting his forehead against your jaw, hand at the back of your neck to hold you where he wants you.

"Put your head back," he murmurs, faux-thoughtful, "I wanna give you a better kiss."

"You want to give me a bruise," you murmur back.

He dips in to kiss your neck softly. "Not true," he says, his bottom lip tickling you as he exhales.

You lean back and raise your shoulder to push him away. You trust him, you love him, but if he gives you a hickey tonight you won't be able to look at him without a hot flush. You're too tired for anything amorous.

Peter doesn't hold it against you. If anything, he does the opposite, rubbing your aching shoulders with a big, flat palm, like he's saying sorry. It's unnecessary.

"I love you," you say.

"I know," he says, giving you a short pat between shoulder blades. "Not as much as I love you, though, don't get it twisted."

"I'm not getting anything twisted."

"No?" Peter pulls you up his chest and turns his head so you can look at each other comfortably, no craned necks up or down. "Feels like you are. You think you love me more, which is scientifically improbable."

"I didn't say that."

"It felt like you said that."

"I didn't say that." You glare at one another. The glares don't last long.

You dive in for another hug, Peter tightening his grip around your waist, forearms up your back and locking you in. "This is nice," you say.

"For you. My arm is dead."

You giggle and shift further on top of him to alleviate the pressure on his arm. He groans like you're his very worst ailment, but when he kisses your head it's so tender you'd bet money that it left a mark, a physical actualisation of his affection.

"Better?" he asks.

You know what he's asking without further explanation. Do you feel better now?

You nod against his neck, thinking you might just fall asleep in his arms.

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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dude your tasm! Peter fics are fucking amazing 😩😩😩. could you write readers first time w/ P.P? Maybe readers insecurities get the best of her but he assures reader that she’s beautiful and the lady for him? sweetness overload but filth?

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Tonight was the night.

You were going to fuck Peter fucking Parker.

In your mind, it was inevitable. You had been dating for going on a year now, and you both had never had sex before. Did he want it? You had always stopped advances before it got too far, especially because you knew he was more experienced than you.

What if you did something wrong, or if you fucked up? What if you were such a whiny virgin that he’d give up on both fucking you and this relationship?

“Y/N? You alright baby?” Peter whispered, pushing back your hair with a slight smile on his face. “You seem… distracted.”

It was your one-year anniversary, how could he think you were distracted? How could you make it seem like you were distracted?

"N-No, no I'm okay," you responded, shifting yourself on his lap and rubbing his thighs. "Sorry, I just started thinking about something. I'm sorry, honey, do you want me to make you another cocktail?"

It wasn't like alcohol affected him at all but got damn did you need one. You go to grab your glass, gasping as he sat up and pushed it out of your grip and onto the table. "What's wrong?"

"I-I was just... I was just thinking."

"About?"

About how you wore your nicest bralette and underwear so it wouldn't be too obvious that you had gone lingerie shopping, and you made sure it matched. About how it would feel when he started prepping you, your cunt foreign to any other hand other than yours.

"I-I... I just... I'm thinking."

"About what?" He stroked your cheek, tilting his head. "Talk to me. Please."

"Peter, I've never had sex before." You finally whispered, inhaling shakily. "I-I... I want to do good for you, but I don't know how, and I am so sorry. I want to make you feel good, and I want to make sure that you feel-"

"You're a virgin?" He asked, head tilted before he started to smile. "You're a virgin, baby?"

"Oh, don't say it like that!" You groaned, trying to stand up before he tightened his grip on your hips.

"How else do I say it, baby?" He teased slightly before he saw your red cheeks and watering eyes. "Oh, baby, I’m sorry. No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I just… you know that I joke around, I’m sorry.”

“I just-” you inhale deeply, shaking your head. “I want to make you feel good, tell me what to do.”

"No." Peter lifted you up easily, taking the two of you to your room and laying you on your back. "This is your first time, not mine. I'm going to make you feel good, darling, what do you like? Hm? Do you know what you like?"

You paused, shaking your head before he smiled. "N-No, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry, baby? Don't be sorry, we just have to figure it out together." He smiled as you nodded, inhaling shakily before he pulled your legs apart, smiling. "Are you already getting wet?"

Of course you were - it was him. He was beautiful, perfect in every way, and for fucks sake- how couldn't he turn you on? You gasped as he started to take off your pants, ducking down to press kisses against your thighs, soft and hot making your legs shake.

"Calm down, baby. Are you ready? We can do this another day, there's absolutely no rush-"

"No!" You say immediately, shaking your head. "I want this. Please."

He nodded, inhaling deeply. "You just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I'll stop if it ever gets too much, you just say-"

"Spidey."

"Spidey?"

"Yes," you said, nodding. "I-If I say spidey, stop, because you know I get nervous and I'll probably say stop a lot, so don't. Okay?"

He nodded, watching as you lifted your hips before slipping off you panties, a loud groan leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty."

"Oh, don't say that," it was slightly embarrassing, his tongue grazing over your slit making your hips buck. It was hot and warm, slick and slightly uncomfortable until it flattened out, a loud groan falling from your lips. "P-Peter, it's hot!"

"It's my tongue baby, you don't like it?" He pulled away, a little sad that you didn't like it because you tasted so good. "Do you want my fingers instead?"

"C-Can you use both?" You whisper, inhaling sharply as his flattened tongue licks up your slit, spreading your arousal up to your clit where his lips firmly latched on. His teeth graze the sensitive bud as your legs hooked over his shoulders, his fingers slowly rubbing up and down.

It was weird and slightly foreign, a gasp falling from your lips as his finger slowly pushed into you, your walls immediately clamping down on his digits. You inhale sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

"W-Wait, fuck, stop! Stop, that feels weird, fuck!" It did feel weird, but it felt so fucking good, his finger slowly pulling out.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt? I'm sorry-"

"Why did you stop?" You whisper, panting as you sat up slightly. "I didn't say the safe word."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're so fucking hot."

You giggle, propping yourself up with pillows as he pulled your legs a little lower down the top of his back, humming as he slid a finger back into you, not pausing to slip another inside as well. It makes you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and discomfort.

"W-Wait, seriously, wait! I-It hurts, Peter it hurts-!"

"I need you to relax, baby, if you don't relax it's going to hurt," he whispered, shaking his head as he pressed soft kisses to your clit. It makes your cunt flutter, whimpers falling from your mouth. "Please baby, just relax, I'm here. I promise it won't hurt if you just relax. Just please, please, I don't want it to hurt you."

"I-I'm trying," you whisper, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly as he hummed against your clit. "I-I can't, I can't."

"No baby, you can, I know you can," he pressed kisses repeatedly against your clit, tongue sliding over as his thumb rubbed pushed up and rubbed soft circles against the area below your clit. "Just relax, okay? Breathe for me, okay? In and out."

You exhale loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning, bucking your hips unconsciously, whining loudly whenever they pushed deeper inside of you. Even then, it was uncomfortable, his fingers just inside of you.

"M-Move them, Peter, please." You whimpered, gasping as he did as you said, slowly pushing in and out, in and out of you. His fingers shined with your arousal, reflecting the moonlight as you watched them disappear inside of you.

You couldn't see them, but you could feel them, oh you could feel every inch of his fingers inside of you, long and deep inside of you as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around your wet cunt. You could feel your eyes roll back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest as another finger slipped easily inside of you, your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

You didn't even know that you had cum until he pulled his fingers out, sucking and licking as your hips unconsciously bucked into his. It was different - cumming on another person's fingers, better.

"P-Pete, we're not done, right?" You whisper as he sits up, leaning back on his feet as he unzipped his pants.

"Well, I assume you want us to keep going," he laughed slightly, raising a brow as he pumped his cock. "You're soaked."

"Oh, don't be like that!" You basically wailed in embarrassment, gasping as he slowly pushed into you, fixing your legs around his waist and leaning forward to press his lips against yours. "F-Fuck, Peter! Y-You're bigger than your fingers, fuck!"

He laughed making you giggle, shaking his head as he stroked your hair softly, eyes watering. "For fucks sake, you're so tight. Oh, you're doing so good for me baby, just breathe."

You did as he said, but your steady breathing was interrupted by his powerful thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of you so deep that you could barely focus on anything else. "N-No, holy fuck, y-you're fucking me so good!"

"You're taking me so well, darling, you're doing so good," he pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his hips speed up uncontrollably, his tip grazing that one part inside of you that just made your hips buck in desperation. "I-I'm close, I'm so close darling-"

"Don't pull out, don't pull out," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks in a mix of both pleasure and maybe some overstimulation. This was your first time, and he was doing so good, so fucking good.

"I won't baby, I won't," he pressed his lips firmly to yours, one sharp thrust making you cum all over his cock again and his hips stutter, a loud groan falling from his lips as he came inside of you. "Fuck."

"P-Peter, can we take a break?" You could see it in his eyes that he wasn't done yet, but you needed a pause, even if it was just a small one.

"Of course, baby, you did so good, so fucking good for me," he pressed another kiss to your lips, laughing. "Oh, did I make it a good first time? I didn't like-"

"You made it a perfect first time." You say, nodding with a giggle. "I hope you're my last, too."

"Oh honey, I will be," he said, smiling as he stroked your cheek. "I swear to you. You did so good."

"I love you, Peter."

"I love you, baby."

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