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lotus-n-l0ve · 9 months
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𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐞
— Peter Parker x Stark!Female Reader
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☯ SYNOPSIS : When Peter's girlfriend pays him a little visit in Midtown High School and meets his long time bully, Flash Thompson.
☯ WARNINGS : Au, stark!reader, Peter is barely present in the fic, cursing.
☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. I have been having such a bad writer's block that I couldn't write anything for past few weeks. I'm writing this to, hopefully, get over my writer's block.
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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The red Saleen S7 car, parked outside of Midtown High School, gaining curious glances from the students and passersby. You wait, sitting on the driver's seat, with your phone in your hand. The past week you were out of the country with your father so you had not seen him for the past seven days and barely got to talk to him.
So when you came back today, you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You came here, all confident, but now you were doubting your choices. Maybe you should just wait till school ends?
Fuck it. You are Y/N Stark, girl. Since when do you get nervous?
You checked yourself last time in the back mirror. Perfect as always. You throw yourself a flying kiss and put on your favourite pair of glasses. The car door opens with a click and you get down. It was not long before you were walking down the halls of Midtown High, making everyone stop what they were doing and gawk at you.
You chuckle in your mind. Of course you loved being the centre of attention. You were Tony Stark's daughter after all. Now there's one problem. You don't know exactly where Peter is. You look around the hall before your eyes fall on a boy, sitting with two girl on each side.
Without any second thoughts, you walk up to him, "Hey, do you know where Peter Parker is?"
Flash tore his eyes from the beautiful girls in his arm to the legs standing in front of him. He raised his eyes to your face. His gaze so disgusting that made you want to throw up.
"Talking to me, angel?" Flash stood up, abandoning the girls.
You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt of flirting. At least he got the angel part right.
"I asked if you know where Peter Parker is." You deadpan.
"Peter Parker? Oh! You mean penis Parker. What do you need with him? I'm sure I can help you way more than he can." Flash wiggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a suggestive look.
You just stared at him, completely unimpressed and now angered. This pathetic flirt has the audacity to call your baby penis— wait a damn minute. Penis Parker? Something clicked in your mind.
"Are you Flash Thompson?" You ask before you could stop yourself.
Surprise flashed on his face before a smug smirk appeared on his face.
"Wow! I know that I'm famous but not much. Damn!" He said, running a hand through his hair.
You giggle at his ignorance as you take off your glasses. Folding it and keeping it safely in your hand bag, you step towards him, closing the distance between you two.
"Listen here you little shit." The smirk on his fell at your words, "If I ever hear from Peter that even got anywhere near him, I'll kidnap you, shave off your head, leave you on a deserted island and post your disgusting nudes all over the internet."
"Wh—"
"Shut up and listen." Flash gulped with fear, his face covered in sweat. The menacing aura around you looked scarier than the monster under his bed.
You say while jabbing on his forehead with your pointer finger, "Don't think of him, don't look at him, don't walk on his direction, don't breathe on his direction. Don't go anywhere around my boyfriend. Got it, you failed experiment of a chimpanzee?"
"Y-yes, I....um, I-I..... I under-understand." He nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get away from you.
"Good." You back away, giving him space to finally breathe in relief. Fuck! He didn't know Peter's girlfriend was this scary.
"Y/N?" The familiar voice of your boyfriend called from behind and your demeanour changed like lizards change colours.
"Hey, Pete." You walk up, giving him a quick kiss, "let's go, you are skipping class today. I missed you."
You linked your arm with him and started dragging him out of the school. Peter complied with you because he did miss you a lot too and skipping one day was not going to do any harm on him.
"I missed you a lot." Peter smiled down at you.
You left the school, leaving behind a embarrassed Flash. After you two left did Flash realised the crowd of students circling around him in the hallway. And they were chuckling while looking down at his pants?
Flash looked, "FUCK!"
His blue jeans were now dark blue, water spread on the floor around him. He had peed in his pants. His face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He should not have fucked with Peter.
FUCK!
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generalkenobee · 4 months
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Imagine Peter Missing You ...after a long night of patrolling Peter comes in through your window, careful as to not wake your family.
You looked over and saw him, still in his red and blue cald suit "hi baby, how'd everything go?"
When he didn't respond you looked up to see your boyfriend taking off his mask, his hair falling exactly how you liked it. Slightly messy, maybe even sweaty "Peter?"
He pulled you up out of your chair and pushed you into the bed "hey I still have biolo-"
"I'll do it for you" and you knew he would. He'd wake up early the next morning to do all your homework and more.
You felt his knee move up in between your legs "you're so beautiful" you pushed your weight down onto his knee. Peter brought his head down to kiss your neck.
Even though you were the one grinding and getting friction, he was the one moaning and sighing into your skin.
"long night?" In response he only nodded his head
"I missed you so much..I want you now" he paused looking up at you "please"
"here.." you got up and had your boyfriend sit with his back on the head bored. As your actions continued Peter realized what was about to happen "baby no-"
"why not?" You looked up at him.
"I don't want you to do t-that I want you to feel go-"
You cut him off by shoving him into your mouth "(Y/N s-stop" peters hand came down to hold your face while you sucked him in a little deeper each minute "why?"
"because I want you to feel.."
You giggled to yourself "oh I can feel it"
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abibliophobiaa · 2 years
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Peter getting his wisdom teeth removed and just being super clingy and affectionate with reader, i love ur stuff btw :)))
thank you so much for this one! haha i love best friends to lovers with my whole heart. so hope you enjoy. 🤍🤍 only fluff ahead. fem!reader.
When Peter asks you to take him to get his wisdom teeth out, you’re more than willing to help. His Aunt May happened to be working a late shift last minute, leaving you to wait in the oral surgeon’s office as they take your best friend back into the operating room.
A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring down at his shoelaces intently.
“Did you know I have eight shoelaces? I guess I tied my shoes extra tight this morning.”
Double vision. That’s right.
“There’s two of you, too. Two is better than one, so they say.” He holds up two fingers in his excitement of seeing you, earning a giggle from the woman standing in the corner.
“Is he okay to go home?” You ask, moving closer to Peter. Snorting at the wads of gauze balled up in his mouth, garbling his speech.
“Yes, his surgery went great. The doctor gave a packet of what to expect during recovery. He should come back in a week or so to check up on his stitches, but other than that you are both good to go.”
At that, you gesture for Peter to get up off of the chair and grunt as he slams into your side. Feet very much that of a baby doe’s. Once he’s upright, you press into his side just to be extra safe and lead him toward the door the assistant opens for the two of you to pass through.
“Ha. There’s still two of you. Two of the prettiest person in the whole world.” He bops you on the nose, wrinkling his own in his laughter. “I’m a lucky guy.”
“Okay Casanova, let’s get you home.”
Getting him into the car proves to be interesting. He’s all gangly and floppy limbs. The sedation still making him unaware of his surrounding as you finagle him into the seat.
His legs remain on the outside of the car, fingers moving to turn the knob on the volume of the radio and raising it to an obscene volume as he shouts the words to the song through the cottony mouth he sports.
“But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not arounddddd…” He drums out the beat on the dashboard as you shove at his feet. “This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like thisss. Come back, be here. Come back—”
“Hey, hey. We don’t want to cause a public disturbance, now do we? Plus I think we should leave Taylor to do what she does best—”
You wave your hands in the air in your victory as you manage to get the rest of him inside the car and close the door shut.
“You know I met her, right? Nice lady,” he says as you drop down onto the driver’s seat and shift the car into drive.
“You mean Spider-Man met her.”
“Spider-Man. Schmider-Man. I’ll have you know I’m a great singer. Some people just don’t appreciate real talent when they hear it.” He pouts, reaching into his mouth to pluck the gauze from within his cheeks.
Your hand reaches out immediately to curl around his forearm. He stills. “You’re not supposed to take that out.”
“Oh. That’s right. I’m sorry.”
It’s the dejected tone in his voice that rips your heart down the middle as you pull into his Aunt’s driveway. You turn to look at him, noting the way his eyes roam your features.
“You gonna help me get you inside, big guy?”
His eyebrows waggle seductively at the ‘big guy’ comment and you don’t even want to know where his anesthesia addled mind runs off to. Can’t be anywhere good what with the way he’s eyeballing you like that. You chalk it up to him not being in his right mind and help him walk up the short distance to the home before leading him into his bedroom.
“Alright, into bed you go.”
“Trying to get me into bed, hmm, Daisy?”
Daisy for your favorite flowers growing up.
Your heart always skips when he says it—this time no exception. His sluggish smirk teases at the fact he recognizes the uptick as well. But you clear your throat and shove the emotions aside.
“Come on now.”
He does as told, lowering himself onto his back beneath the comforters. You manage to tug his shoes off as he cozies up and move to head back down the hall when he calls your name.
“Yes, Pete?”
“I’m tired. Can you come here?”
“It’s just the anesthesia. It’ll taper off,” you reassure him, hand gripping the doorframe.
His eyes go soft around the edges and you note the slight downturn of that full mouth. Groan and separate yourself away from the door as you climb into bed beside him. You both turn onto your sides, hands resting in between the two of you. His eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.
“Thank you,” he mutters.
“No problem. Now try to get some sleep.”
He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable beside you. “Okay, okay. Night, Daisy. I love you.”
And then he’s out like a light. As if he never said those three words and left them suspended in the air between the two of you. You know it’s only the looseness of his lips due to what they’ve sedated him with, yet your mind races anyway.
You’ve felt something far outside the realm of friendship toward Peter for ages now. Months, really. The prospect of him ever feeling the same seems so unlikely. It doesn’t happen that way in real life, right? Not like in the stories or the movies where the best friends fall in love.
So you decide to shelve his words into a folder in your mind labeled “Not going to happen” and close your eyes.
When you wake, you’re a tangle of limbs with Peter. Legs intertwining. His thighs slotting between yours as he holds you from behind. Arm right around your waist. Cradling your back against his chest.
A slow, simmering nervousness begins to form low in your gut. This has certainly never happened before. And likely would not be happening were it not for the lingering after effects of his surgery.
“What’s wrong?” A voice asks from behind you, warm breath seeping against the back of your head.
“Uh…oh, I don’t know. We’re cuddling might be a start?”
“I’m okay with it if you are.”
That’s…new. Interesting.
You settle back against him, reaching over onto his night stand to grip your phone in hand. A picture of Peter with flowers in a halo around his head and a smile on his face greets you. Your profile is in the picture as well. Caught in a half laugh.
You notice the new text message from Aunt May and slide the phone open. Immediately earning the attention of Peter as he peers over your shoulder and notices you’ve sent a video of him to her. Plus the dozens of laughing face emojis she sent you in reply.
“What’s that?!”
“Oh, you mean your performance to all of New York in the key of screeching cat in a back alley?”
“Let me see that!”
He reaches around you to grab at the phone, earning a shriek from you as you flip over onto your stomach to hide the phone from him.
“I’m keeping this forever. You will not ruin this for me, Park—”
You break off into a fit of laughter as wiggling fingers catch your side and the phone shifts as you flip onto your back to shove at your fiendish, brown-haired attacker.
“You’re supposed to be resting!” You argue, shoving his thigh with your foot so he’s no longer hovering over you and instead slipping backward a bit further on the bed.
In his momentary lapse of attention, you grip the phone and slide it down your shirt. AKA, no man’s land for Peter Parker. He notices this, groaning as he falls foreword and rests his head against your thigh.
“How bad was I?”
“You thought you had eight shoelaces. You performed a beautiful rendition of Taylor Swift’s ‘Come Back…Be here.’ Was beautiful really. Really felt all the emotions with that one. Didn’t know Spider-Man was a Swiftie.”
He groans again. “You’re the one who played the ‘All too Well’ ten minute version so many times I ended up learning all the words. Just so happens the rest of the album is really good too. Sue me.”
“You also told me I was the prettiest girl in the world.” You bite your lip.
Might as well see where this goes.
His head lifts at this. “I mean, that one I could have told you while not under anesthesia.”
You feel heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Yeah? It’s just…you never have. Told me, I mean.”
His smile softens. Fingers curl around your wrist as he shifts his legs beneath him and settles down beside you. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” And then he’s the one burning up in the face. “Did I say anything else?”
“Nope. That was all.”
Lie.
Lie.
Lie.
“You sure?” He asks.
Your head dips once. “Yup.”
“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”
You curl your own feet beneath you. Sitting up in front of him. Your fingers toy with the leg of his shorts mindlessly.
“You know how I can drink and not really feel anything at all from it? Or how I heal ridiculously fast. Or just the fact my senses are enhanced overall?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
You glance up again, noting the way he’s looking at you.
All soft gazes and slow smiles. His morning sleepiness still clinging to those serene features. He’s so annoyingly handsome even like this. You fight the urge to reach your fingers forward and trace the line of his cheek. Just to see how it feels beneath your palm.
“When I asked you to lay down with me I felt ninety-nine percent myself.”
“Oh.”
“I…uh, love you, Daisy. Have for a while now honestly. You know it, don’t you?”
And maybe you have always known, in a way. Peter’s never said it so much as in words but in actions. His endless caring for you. The way he’s always there to lend an ear. The simple fact he’s the person you run to everything for. Your safe space. The brightest ball of light in human form to walk into your life.
“I love you, too, Pete.”
It’s not awkward. Lightning doesn’t crash down and strike you like you imagine it might. It’s almost normal. Nothing changes. Not really. There’s just a quiet understanding.
“So where do we go from here?” He asks.
“You go and gently brush your teeth. Because I want to kiss you, but you just got a few teeth removed from that stubborn head of yours. And then you get to ice your face all day and watch Netflix.”
“With you?”
“No, with your neighbor. Now go, go!”
Some time later, the two of you are sprawled out together watching endless episodes of your favorite TV show. You rest between Peter’s thighs, back against his chest as a laptop rests on your lap. Midway through an episode you turn your head and smile into Peter’s lips as they claim your own. Soft and inviting. Sweet and pliant beneath your own. He moves to press a kiss into your brow after, brushing a hair away from your cheek to tuck it behind your ear.
“Can I see the video you sent Aunt May now?”
“I will not accept kisses as bribery.”
“But can you be convinced?” He bats his eyelashes in jest.
“That is to be determined.”
He kisses you again. One, two, three times. A whisper of I love you against your skin.
“How about now?” He whispers.
You huff. “Fine, Peter Swift. Just know I warned you and I’m not deleting it ever.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daisy.”
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dinobae · 1 month
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Caught In Their Webs Part Four
I'm finally continuing the series.... No seriously, if anyone still wants to read this here it is. I fell out of the fandom for a while when it was messing with my mental health a bit. But here is Part Four, and it's time for TASM Peters love! (Canon divergence)
...This is also not Beta'd and I am not that great at writing. But still, please enjoy.
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With the other two Peter Parkers out hunting green goblin. TASM Peter is tasked with keeping you safe. But how can you even begin to handle the fact the Green Goblin is hunting you down when you're falling in love. You know you've been completely in love with your world Peter Parker but ignore your feelings because of MJ's relationship with Peter. But after sleeping with older Peter your mind is rocked. Trying to deny these budding feelings for the oldest Peter you can't help but feel your heart flutter around the tall and shy Peter. But you're not crazy enough to be in love with all three... Right???
Word Count: 4000+
Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter= Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete
You shifted uncomfortably in chair you were sitting on. After your universe's Peter or Parker as he was temporarily designated got back to your apartment you were given little time to pack as much as you could in a backpack and dip out of your apartment. The three spider boys all agreeing that since Green Goblin knew your name, it would be too dangerous to stay in the apartment leased under your name. Which led you to Ned's grandmothers house where you were currently sitting at the table on a horribly uncomfortable chair.
MJ and Ned sat by your sides, while the three Peters were all anxiously discussing plans over the table. MJ and Ned were talking too, but you heard nothing but a slight buzzing noise in your ears. Overwhelmed with a pit of dread, anxiety, fear.... and guilt.
"Y/N!" You jolt as someone shouts your name. You glance up quickly to see everyone at the table staring at you with concern.
"We said your name like a hundred times dude... You weren't answering" MJ states softly, hand coming up to your shoulder as she looks at you with concern.
You smile weakly. "Sorry, I must have zoned out. What were you guys saying?" you question softly as you turn to face the rest of the group. Everyone's eyes on you.
"We were talking about the plan... But I'm assuming you didn't hear the any of it?" Parker questions softly, looking at you slightly exasperated.
Glancing up at him, you shake your head with a feeble smile. "N-No, I'm sorry." You sigh heavily, "But I'm listening now... So, what's the plan?"
Pete smiles at you gently, "You are going to stay here until we figure this out. Someone will be with you constantly to keep you safe. Your universes Peter... Parker is going to find Doctor Strange and tell him what's going on," Pete says gesturing to Parker. "While I will patrol the streets, this is my Green Goblin were facing, and I have defeated him before. I have the best shot at getting him," Pete explains, standing from his seat across you on the table before slapping a hand onto the tall shy Peter's shoulder. "Which means Peter here is going to stay with you and keep you safe," Pete grins at you.
You glance at the tall boy, your eyes connecting briefly before his eyes drop and he glances down shyly a feeble smile on his lips. Your mine briefly flashes back to your encounter this morning, where Peter found you and Pete in a compromising position. A blush warming your cheeks as you glance down at the table nervously.
Unbeknownst to you Parker tenses as he watches this interaction, jaw clenching as he glares at Peter with a questioning look. An action that doesn't go unnoticed to MJ sitting next to you, who is watching her boyfriend with an analytical expression.
The tension between both parties is broken when Ned's grandmother suddenly bursts into the room holding a plate of cookies and placing them on the table without a word. Before shuffling back into the kitchen mumbling something about needing lots of milk.
Pete smiles grabbing a cookie and shoving it in his mouth. "Well, let's go save the day," he mumbles through a full mouth.
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Two hours later you find yourself being led into a tiny guest room by Ned, with Peter hovering awkwardly in the door. The room is small, a double bed with a bedside table. An ugly floral print sheet on the bed, and a matching flower designed lamp on the bedside table.
"Yea, it isn't much. But it's the only spare room," Ned says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "But don't worry, its super clean. My grandma keeps a clean house," He grins at you toothily, which earns a chuckle from Peter behind me.
"It's fine Ned... This is great" you smile at him awkwardly, before walking over to the bed and collapsing back onto it with a huge, defeated sigh.
"I'll leave you to it then. See you tomorrow morning," Ned says cheerily, walking out of the room and past Peter who is still hovering in the doorframe.
You lay there for a moment more feeling absolutely exhausted. Before you sit up abruptly, startling Peter who jolts away from the doorframe. Standing alert, he stares looks at you with shock.
"Wait, this is the only spare room?" you question loudly. You turn and face Peter, who is still looking at you in alarm. "Where are you gonna sleep?" You question worriedly.
Peter relaxes then, a soft smile gracing his features as he looks at you softly. "Don't worry, I'll be on the couch," he says fondly. "And I'll be just downstairs if you need me," he grins shyly, leaning against the doorframe again.
You stare at him stunned for a moment, distracted by how handsome and sexy he looks leaning against the door like that. Before shaking your head softly, clearing your thoughts. "You can't take the couch. I'll take the couch," you say firmly. "You need to be well rested before you fight," you state with a frown, head shaking in worry.
"Oh no. No way I'm going to let you have the couch " Peter says with a frown. Standing he crosses his arms across his chest looking at you with a stern expression. You go to speak again before he cuts you off, "You can fight me as much as you want, I am not gonna let you sleep on that couch!" he says defiantly, looking at you with determination.
You both stare at each other intensely for a moment. Before you shrug at him, a smug expression flitting over your face as you stand from the bed. Peter looking at you warily, wavering at your sudden confidence.
"Well, if you won't take the bed. I won't take the bed. And if you won't let me take the couch, then I guess I'll just have to stay on the floor," you shrug with a grin, as you begin to sink onto the floor. Peter jumps in alarm at this, rushing over to you and pulling you back up by the shoulders.
"No. Please," he sighs as he hoists you back onto the bed, arms holding your shoulders. Shaking his head with a frown he looks down at you with his big brown eyes. "Please. Please just sleep on the bed... For me," he whispers out softly, giving you the best puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.
You bite your lip harshly, as you start to lose all resolve. You stare into his eyes, willing yourself to not give in, but find yourself unable to look away from those beautiful eyes. Glancing down at his lips quickly, you look back into those soft eyes and let out a big sigh before looking down at your lap.
Peter smiles victoriously then, briefly thinking his has won. Before you glance back up into his eyes, a pout on your lips as you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can. Your E/C eyes shimmering, as you stare at him pleadingly.
"Fine I won't take the couch. If..." You start to say, pouting up at him as you grip his forearms from where they still hold your shoulders. "If we both take the bed?" you whisper up at him, nerves suddenly filling your stomach.
Peter tenses suddenly, looking at you with shock. His hands gripping your shoulders tightly. You glance up at him worriedly, worried you had overstepped your bounds.
He stands up straighter, removing his arms from your shoulders. Before scratching his neck nervously. You bite your lip harshly, about to speak up and retract your statement before Peter speaks.
"Ok," he says with an anxious smile, shuffling on his feet gently.
Your heart flutters, face flushing as you feel suddenly extremely aware of the situation.
"Yea, ok. That uh... Thats good then," you say with a soft smile, turning to the side to hide the blush forming on your face.
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Later, the two of you are laying rather stiffly next to each other on the bed. The bed is rather small for two people and Peter is pressed as far away from you as possible. It also certainly doesn't help that the handsome boy sleeps shirtless.
In that moment he feels so close yet so far away. You can feel the heat radiating from your side. All you would need to do is shift a inch or so to the left and you could press yourself against his bare, hot... chiselled... defined chest. 'Snap out of its YIN!' you think to yourself, shaking your head in attempt to clear your head of sinful thoughts.
In the dark you nervously glance over, finding his figure in the dark. He's lying flat on his back breathing steadily, but he looks rigid and tense. You can't help but think he looks very uncomfortable.
"Peter? Are you awake?" you whisper out softly.
"Yea," Peter whispers softly, shifting slightly when you speak.
"Can I ask you something?" You question with a whisper.
"Yea" he replies, head turning on his pillow to face you.
At first, you want to comment on how uncomfortable he looks while sleeping. "Earlier, when you caught me with Pete. Why did you look at me like you were... Sad?" You blurt before you even register what you're asking.
Peter tenses suddenly, seeming to hesitate. Before he can speak however you cut him off. "Oh I mean. You were probably just uncomfortable right? I mean, because I was with another Pete and i.."
"Hey, I um. I wasn't uncomfortable," Peter cuts of your rambling suddenly, shifting closer to you on the bed. "I just... It's hard to explain." he says nervously, a hand coming up to your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear.
"I'm a good listener?" you state softly, cheeks flushing as he brushes your hair behind your ear. He lets out a soft sigh at your statement, bringing his hand in-between you as he shifts on to his side to face you. You mimic his movements, turning onto your side to face him.
"Well, I had a YIN in my universe as well." He states nervously, hands fiddling with the bedsheet.
"You did" you whisper out questioningly. You had some suspicions based on how the two other dimension Petes had treated and looked at you. But it was alarming to hear out loud.
"Y-yea." He begins, seemingly nervous. "My YIN was my best friend. She was there for me for as long as I could remember. And she was there for me when... When Gwen..." He sniffles slightly, choking on his words. You bring a hand up, grabbing his in your own softly.
He sighs, grabbing your hand tight in his, squeezing it tightly. "Well, YIN was there for me when Gwen died. She was my rock, and one day she... she told me she had feelings for me..." He whispers out, my hand gripping his hard at the news. "And I. I didn't react well... I pushed her away, I yelled and screamed. I told her I didn't feel the same... And I ended up pushing her out of my life completely. We haven't spoken since." He whispers out, crying softly at his confession.
"Oh wow, Pete... That's a lot" you whisper out, bring your free hand up to his face to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"I hated how I reacted; I was just so upset... All I could think about was Gwen. I regretted it instantly." He sniffles, leaning into your hand on his face. "I was too ashamed to ever find her again... But the worst part is. I loved her as well." He sighs softly, closing his eyes as he brings a hand up to cup your hand on his face. His other hand intertwining your fingers on the bed. "Seeing you and Pete together. It gave me a sense of what I could've had if I wasn't so..." he says softly, eyes opening again to peer at you.
You'd moved closer during his story, your body flushed against his. Moving your softly hand down his cheek, you bring your thumb to his lips. "You... You could still have that, Peter. You can find your YIN, reconcile," you say breathily, pressing your chest against his.
"I can't" he sniffles out, crying a little harder. "She moves on. She's happily married now with kids. I can't be in her live" he whispers while stroking your hair softly.
"I'm sorry you lost your chance Peter, I'm sorry that this happened to you" you say, your other hand unlatching from his grip as you cup his cheeks with both hands. "But... you can always have a chance now?" you whisper out shakily, looking at his lips.
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His eyes widen, before his mouth crashes onto yours, his hands coming up to cup your back as he pulls you close to him. You kiss him back feverishly, teeth clacking as you kiss each other hungrily. His tongue running along the bottom of your lip before gripping it with his teeth and sucking into his mouth.
You whimper into his mouth, one of your legs coming up to his waist as you press against him. He growls softly into your mouth, hands coming onto your waist and pulling you on top of him. You gasp as you straddle him, your core pressed right onto his crotch.
He takes advantage of your open mouth, his tongue pushing past your lips. You whine as his tongue dominates yours, unable to stop your hips from bucking against him. He groans into your mouth at that, hands gripping your hips tight as he begins to pull you against him. One of his hands reaching up and gripping your hair tightly as he pulls you further into the searing kiss. You can feel all the desperation and want coming from him as he hold you so tight it almost hurts.
With your lips now pressed perfectly against his you begin to rock back and forth. You quickly find a rhythm, and you can't stop your whines as your cores is pressed into the bulge in his pyjama shorts over and over again. The thin material adding to the pleasure. With a particularly hard thrust from Peter below you, you notice that he's also commando under his thin pants. You mewl when you notice this, your panties starting to feel drenched.
His other hand comes to your shirt, reaching up and stroking his way up your body to your nipples. He reaches up, grabbing on and tugging it hard, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He fumbles a little when he tries to switch to your other nipple, and he lets out a growl of frustration.
Before you even register what's happening, Peter has flipped you onto your back and ripped your shirt down the middle exposing your bare breasts. His mouth not once leaving yours as he does this. Kissing you feverishly he brings both hands to your breasts, pulling and tugging desperately. His hips bucking against your core in a steady rhythm, both your pants and his completed coated in the added slick and pre-cum coming from you both.
"Y/n" he groans into your mouth loudly before pulling back and staring down at you longingly. He gives your left nipple one last twist, before his hand starts running down your body and past them hem of your panties. He groans loudly when he runs his fingers up and down your folds. "So wet. Is this really for me sweetheart?" He questions, his expression self-conscious as if he doesn't believe he could be turning you on so much.
"Yes Peter. All for you, you're turning me on so much," you say passionately one of your hands reaching up and gripping his cheek gently as you speak. Peter looking down at you then with a sudden ferocity in his eyes. "Fuck Peter, I neeeeeeed," you start to stay before it turns into a moan as Peter suddenly shoves two fingers inside of you and starts thrusting hard and fast. You let out another yelp as he starts going so hard and fast, barely giving you any room to adjust.
"Sorry sweetheart, but if you keep talking like that I won't last long, and I want to come inside of you," he groans throatily, looking down at you with a hazy lust in his eyes. When you gasp and grab his arms tightly, he does hesitate worried he's gone too far. Before you quickly grip his arms again begging him to continue. He smiles softly down at you then, thrusting a third finger in suddenly while his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub fast yet soft circles.
You jolt underneath him, surprised at how fast you could feel that familiar tension in your abdomen as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. You throw your head back eyes closed as, rock your hips against his hand chasing that feeling. His long fingers prodding against your g-spot while his thumb starts rubbing perfectly against your clit. When your right on the edge you open your eyes to find Peter looking down at you with such awe, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling. It all it takes for you to go over the edge, all the while staring into his big doe eyes.
When you settle back down, he kisses you softly and sweetly. He leans back and pulls your pants and panties completely off, gasping softly when he sees how drenched they were. He looks over at you sheepishly, a small grin on his face he pulls down his own pants, freeing his leaking member.
You audibly gulp when you look at it. Briefly thinking of the other Peters. The older Pete had a very thick girthy member that was around 5 & half inches. But this Peter had a long thin member, at least 9 inches and currently straining against his stomach. As he crawled back up to your hips you couldn't help but wonder what your Peters looked like.
A hysterical thought filled you as you pondered sleeping with him just to complete the set. As if you were collecting getting fucked by different Peter Parkers. However, you were shaken from these wild thoughts when you felt Peter's member prodding against your entrance. Shaking your head softly you refocused on the shy handsome man above you.
Peter looked nervous and excited but was staring down at you expectingly waiting for permission. Before you say anything, you glance down and see that he had put a condom on whilst you were daydreaming. A glance back up at him shows you his face now filled with worry as you continue to say nothing. He opens his mouth to speak but stops when you reach a hand down and tug off the condom.
Peter opens his again, but you cut him off. "I'm on the pill," you smile up at him, before redirecting his member to press against your entrance, a silent approval for him to continue. He smiles toothily down at you before pressing into you softly.
You quickly start a slow but deep rhythm, as he rocks his member against you. Your moans are so loud as he reaches parts within you that have never been reached. The pace is slow and steady for a while, before you start to loudly beg him to go harder and deeper. He reaches down and grabs on of your legs, hoisting over his shoulder as he starts to ram into you like a man possessed.
You're practically screaming as he fucks you in this new position, each thrust pressing the tip of his head past your cervix. Your mind briefly regards that there are other people in the house and your borderline screaming, but a sudden angle change against your g-spot wipes your mind of anything but Peter. Peter comes first, groaning into your neck as he empties inside of you. His thumb coming down to help you follow suite.
The two of you lay there panting for a while, before Peter starts to lay sweet kisses on your lips. He kisses you softly till you fall asleep, only briefly stirring to the feel of a damp towel cleaning you off. Your dreams now filled with Peter and Pete, and the happy lives you could live.
Within the rest of the house, Ned's grandma sleep heavily undisturbed by any noise. While Ned stares up at his bedroom roof, eyes bulging and looking traumatized... As well as a seething Peter Parker, your Peter Parker who had returned home to check on you.
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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Frowning you glanced around the room looking for Peter but couldn't see the tall man anywhere. Before you could worry you noticed a glass of water and a note. Picking it up you read what it said.
Out on Patrol with the other world Pete, we got an idea on the location on green goblin. Your Peter came home this morning, he'll protect you while we are gone. Stay safe and hydrate. :)
You smile softly at the note, changing into some of your spare clothes as you head downstairs. When you walk into the kitchen, your Peter and Ned are sitting at the table.
"Good morning, everyone," you say softly as you sit down, Neds grandmother quickly dropping a plate of food in front of you before walking back into the kitchen. As no one responds you glance up to see Ned staring red faced as his plate, refusing to make eye contact with you. When you glance over at Parker you flinch as you make eye contact. He's glaring at you intensely, eyes piercing yours with such intensity you almost feel afraid.
"What's wrong with you?" I demand with sudden confidence, unable to handle the intensity of his glare.
"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you!??" He shouts, slamming his hands on the table as he stands. Ned turns to look at him in shock, and you flinch as he stands. You don't think you've ever heard Peter shout like that, and never at you.
"I don't understand," You respond hesitantly, not wanting to further upset him. "I didn't do anything wrong," you say worriedly.
Peter barks out a horrible laugh at your words, looking at you with venom in his eyes. "You did nothing wrong? You opened your legs to the other universe's Peter like a whore! That's pretty wrong to me," he shouts at you, slamming his hands down on the table again cracking it with his strength.
You let out a loud gasp at his words and hear two other gasps as well. Glancing over you see Ned staring at Peter in shock. "Peter Parker!" is heard behind you. Turning around you see MJ standing in the door. The source of the other gasp you assume. She is glaring at Peter, her hands on her hips. You'd also never seen her look so angry. Which is saying something considering that she was angry a lot.
Turning back around to face Peter you go to shout at him, defend your actions but you halt when you see him. He's no longer staring at you with anger, but utter devastation. Tears are falling from his eyes and his lips are quivering as he stares at you.
"Peter?" you question softly, flabbergasted at the sudden mood change. Unable to help yourself you reach across the table for him hand, but he jumps back. He stares at you for a moment more, tears flowing harder now, before he runs out the back door. You, Ned and MJ go to chase him, but when you hear the familiar sound of his web shooter you halt, knowing there was no chance to catch him.
You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Ned and MJ looking at you concerned. "I didn't say anything. I don't know how..." Ned mumbles out, looking at you with both guilt and concern. MJ opens her mouth to speak then. But you suddenly take off running, sprinting up the stairs and into your temporary room. Slamming the door behind you, you begin to cry softly. Never had Peter ever spoken or looked at you like that. It was devastating. You fell onto the bed, thinking of the other two Peter's and how you wished they were here.
You notice neither Ned or MJ had followed you upstairs, and you were grateful. Your cries softened eventually, and you leaned back into the bed as you started to fall asleep. Before you heard the sound of breaking glass. Jolting up from the bed you glance at the window and see a weird looking ball. Looking at in shock and confusion you faintly notice the sound of beeping and laughter... Before everything went white.
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murdrdocs · 2 years
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peter blurb wooo
he pistons into you in a manner that was almost unrecognizable from your boyfriend.
briefly, you considered lifting the remainder of his mask just to make sure that some civilian hadn’t gotten into his suit and found you.
but you were sure this was peter.
you knew this was peter. even with his face completely covered.
and it made it so much hotter.
your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into the webbed material. your head was against the dirtied brick wall that made up your apartment building, and with each of peters thrusts your scalp rubbed against it, along with the rest of your body.
eventually, you winced and pushed your body further into peters, chest against chest.
his thrusts stopped immediately and his suit eyes looked into yours.
“am i hurting you?” he asked, voice already dripping with building guilt.
you shook your head and gestured back towards the wall behind you. “brick,” you softly explained.
“oh.” peter said. his grip on your hips shifted until he only had one hand squeezing the forgotten denim of your skirt and the other was wrapped around your back. then, he took a step back so that you weren’t in contact with the brick wall at all.
and as if the position hadn’t changed at all, peter continued fucking you like a madman.
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writeroutoftime · 1 year
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you're stunning
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pairing: tasm/tobey!peter parker x reader
summary: when peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind.
warnings: none
words: 633
a/n: honestly this could work for any peter, I just know the mcu didn't really focus on photography with tom's peter. but please enjoy this fluffy little story I thought up a while ago :) also requests are open if you'd like to send something in!
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The shutter of the camera caught your attention, your body spinning around instantly. Reflexively, your body caved inwards on itself while your hands wrapped around your torso, seemingly trying to shield yourself from Peter’s - and his camera’s - view.
“Peter what are you doing?” you cried out.
“I just wanted a quick picture of you sitting there studying. The lighting was great and you look stunning.” he said with a soft grin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Delete it." you pleaded, avoiding Peter's gaze by focusing your stare on his camera that now hung loosely in his hands.
Peter set the camera to the side and took a few steps closer to your, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would I want to delete it?" he asked while fidgeting with his glasses.
Sighing, you closed your eyes as you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you. "Because I know I look awful. I wasn't ready and I didn't get to pose or prepare or anything." you whispered, voice shaky as the tears welled in your eyes.
In an instant, Peter knelt by your chair, hands resting gently on your knees. His thumbs ran back and forth against the fabric of your pants soothingly as he willed you to open your eyes. "Sweetheart, you don't need to pose or do anything. You always look amazing when I take your picture." Peter said, his own eyes misty.
"You don't have to lie, Pete." you rebutted. "I just don't really like myself in pictures, especially when I don't have any warning. I can't try and hide the things I don't like about myself." you admitted.
As the words tumbled out of your mouth, Peter swore his heart shattered. Is that really what you thought? That you had to hide parts of yourself from the camera? How could that be when Peter thought you looked perfect in every picture he ever took of you?
"Baby," Peter whispered. "is that really how you feel?"
You shrugged your shoulders in response, already feeling vulnerable. Besides, you weren't positive you could get another word out with falling apart.
"Hey, hey, it's okay you feel that way, but just let me show you how I see you." Peter proposed, running out of the room, calling out behind him that he would be right back. A few moments later, Peter came back into the room, with his laptop in hand.
There was silence in the room, only broken by Peter's typing as he hurried to pull up the files in which all his photography was saved. After a few moments, he gestured for you to join him on the bed, which you reluctantly did so.
"I know you think you need to be perfectly posed to feel worthy in front of the camera, but just look through these." he said before handing his laptop off to you.
Hesitantly, you looked at the screen and saw a picture of yourself. Your first instinct was to cringe at the sight, but with a second glance you noticed how excited you looked. You couldn't exactly place when or where the picture had been taken, but your smile looked genuine, and your eyes shined brightly.
Nervously, you clicked to the next one and saw the same thing. Picture after picture was a candid shot Peter had taken of you while the two of you had been out on dates, sitting around his apartment, or any other moment you shared. Thinking back to the pictures on your phone, you compared your faux poses and smiles to the free and happy expression you had here.
With a watery smile you turned towards Peter. "Is this really how you see me?"
"Of course it is, sweetheart." Peter said. "I know it won't take a day to suddenly see yourself in a new life, but I hope this can be a start because I love you."
"I love you too." you whispered, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend, rolling your eyes when you heard the click of Peter's phone camera. He was a dork, but he was your dork.
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underqualified-human · 10 months
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Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker looks very kissable. I don't know why I just wanna give him a smooch. You know?
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Kinktober 2022 masterlist (discontinued ☹️)
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This was very sudden decision but I decided to hopefully commit and do this :) not all this may be top gun so there may be a few surprises :) I’d you would like to be tagged join my taglist! (Also days may change) the first day will be on October 6th and I will add to this list :D
1. Pet play-Bradly Bradshaw x reader (Gn!reader)
2. Bondage-iceman x fem!reader
3. Breeding-Bob x reader (fem/Afab)
4. Pegging-Matt Murdock x fem!reader
5. Aphrodisiac-bradley bradhsaw x reader (fem/Afab)
6. Biting/blood-Vampire!Jake x Vampire!Mav x gn!reader
7. Choking-Matt Murdock x fem!reader
8. Overstimulation-Maverick x reader
9. Mommy/daddy kink-Ethan hunt x reader
10. Camming-cam!girl reader x bradley x Jake
11. Praise-Jake x fem!reader
12. Holding-Matt Murdock x reader
13. Dry humping-Rooster x reader
14. Double penetration hangman x rooster x reader
15. Roleplay Chris knight x reader
16. Dumbifacation iceman x reader
17. Anal sex- Bradley Bradshaw x reader
18. Public play
19. Cock warming-Maverick x reader
20. Spanking
21. Oral sex
22. Period sex
23. Mask kink
24. Wax play
25. Knife play
26. Boot worship
27. Degradation
28. Thigh job
29. Vouyerism
30. Exhibitionism
31. Predator and prey
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incorrectanything · 2 years
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Peter: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.
Y/N: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.
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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year
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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : You love rain but rain doesn't love you and you end up having mild fever. But no worries your boyfriend Peter is there to comfort and pamper you.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Fluff and use of curse word once.
ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hey. English is not my first language so sorry for any grammatical mistakes.
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You love rain but rain doesn't love you. But also that had never stop you from enjoying every it rains. Walking on the empty street where no-one in in sight. Cold water droplets soaking on your clothes and skin.
So when it rained yesterday you naturally forgot about everything and just immersing in rain for hours. Much to your boyfriend's displasure because now you are stuck in your bedroom with heavy fever.
Your head aching like you had been struck by a truck. You could barely keep your eyes open. Sliping in-n-out of consciousness. You were only wearing a hoodie of Peter. Your body buried in thick quilt.
The door of your shared bedroom opened. Few moments later you could feel the bed behind you dipping and someone shaking you lightly.
"Y/N, darling wake up. Y/N?"
You just groan before buring yourself deeper into the heavy quilt.
"Come on. Wake up, darling. You have eat something and take your medicines." Peter said before pulling the quilt down to see your face.
Your face was red like a tomato but that didn't stop Peter from admiring you pretty face. The one, he could stare at all day long without ever getting tired.
"I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry." You mumbled still not ready to leave the comfort of the quilt.
Peter chuckled at your acts, "But you have to eat otherwise how will you recover?"
You didn't bother to response. But Peter was also your boyfriend. He knew how to get you to do something. He lied behind you with his hand wrapped around you and his head buried between your neck and shoulder.
Placing a kiss on you neck Peter suggested, "How about you eat your breakfast and take your medicines and we can watch the show you were talking about together?"
This got your attention. You peaked at Peter, "Business Proposal?"
Peter nodded his head in affirmation. You were asking —practically begging Peter watch the show with you but he kept declining, saying that he is not into something like them.
"You will watch Business Proposal with me?"
"Only if you eat your breakfast and take your medicines like a good girl."
"You are the best boyfriend." You jumped on Peter. Your arm wrapping around his neck. Peter held you by your waist pulling you even closer.
That's how you ended up with your head lying on his chest and him on his back leaning on the headboard. Business Proposal playing on his laptop. Peter kept feeding you small morsels of waffle.
"How can he not tell that she is the one who he was on date with? His eyesight is worse than a fifty year old grandpa." You grumbled at the male lead's stupidity. Peter fed you another morsel before you looked up Peter.
"Hey, Pete." You called and in return Peter hummed. So you continued, "You will always recognise me, right?"
Peter looked down at you. Adoration clear in his brown eyes.
"Of course. Even in a room full I'll always recognise you."
You both stared at eachother without saying anything before bursting out in laughter.
"That was cringey as fuck." You hit him on the chest with your palm.
"What? But they say this in movies they always look so cool so I also wanted to try." Peter replied, barely being able to talk.
Both your laugh filling up the room. Your fever and headache long forgotten. But doesn't matter if you laugh about this because you know even if you really are in room filled with people Peter will always recognise you, even if he losses his eyesight.
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nowayhomer · 2 years
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Please, kissing tobey!spider's neck and how he reacts about it 🥰🥰🥰🥰
ahhh !! this is so cute and my first thought was like, he generally keeps himself in a hard shell but the moment just reveals something cute ?? can't explain but i definitely tried to put it in writing what the moment was like.
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caught by surprise
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Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x reader
Ⅱ. GENRE fluff, just super cute, peter smiling for once in spider-man history
Ⅲ. NOTES there's no specified pronouns or gender identification so y'all could literally just imagine yourself in any way you want
Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 354
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peter was sewing the sleeves of his suit while listening to a physics podcast. you knocked on the door of his apartment, “peter ? can you open the door ? it’s stuck again.” peter got up and tugged on the handle, pulling it off completely. he gave a sheepish grin when he saw you through the hole where the doorknob had once been, staring at him with disbelief. he let you into his very humble abode and webbed the door so no one could peek through it. “what have you been up to ?” “i’ve just been sewing and studying, you know, another regular night for me.” peter sat in his cloven chair that he tried holding together with duct tape. you stood behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders while you watched him work. it was times like these when you admired peter the most and found a practice of studying his habits. it was not lost to you how he licked the corners of his lips in concentration, the way he twirled the needle between his fingers when he paused to listen to a bit of his podcast that caught his attention. your own attention had been directed to his neck. you had kissed every part of his face, never trailing further down until now. peter felt your plush lips against his neck and pulled away quickly, his hairline to his collarbone turning red. “were you not okay with that ? i’m so sorry,” you went to hold his hand. “no, it was nice… you just caught me by surprise and i’m…” he couldn’t pull himself to finish. “you’re what ?” “well, sometimes my spider senses kick in when i'm surprised, so i got surprised when you kissed me and my senses made me ticklish.” you doubled over, clutching your stomach when it hurt from laughing. “aw, the oh, so tough peter parker gets ticklish. you are so adorable.” you pinched his cheeks. peter wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on the bridge of your nose before saying, “please keep giving them.”
you had made it a tradition since then to greet him with kisses on his neck, loving his small laughs and cherishing your relationship.
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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Just thinking about how nice it would be to spend a day with -insert fictional male-
Like imagine reading or gaming with him. Baking cookies or cakes. Running your fingers through his hair. Drawing with him!!
I would love to just spend a day with -insert fictional male- he's the best boy ever.
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nobody7102 · 1 year
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Kinkmas 2022, Day 5: Public/Semi Public
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Pairing: (Tobey) Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Public/semi public sex, fingering, implied smut
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Swinging onto the top of the flatiron building, Y/N ripped off her mask just as Peter landed beside her. “What the fuck Peter?!”
“I know! I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attentio-“ his words died in his throat as he ducked to avoid the web Y/N threw his way before taking off his mask, dropping it onto the ground as he held his hands up “Hey I’m sorry-” he ducked again to avoid a web before grabbing her arm and tugging her to him. “Baby” he cooed his arm wrapping around her waist, his head dipping down to kiss along her neck “I didn’t mean to hit you with the manhole '' he mumbled before nipping at her earlobe.
Closing her eyes, Y/N’s head slightly tilted backwards as her hands flew to hold Peter’s waist “Ahhh- No!” she quickly said, snapping her eyes open, yet her body still pressed into his “I-...I umm...” shaking her head as her hands moved upward to tangles themselves in his hair as his hands slide down to cup her ass “I’m still mad at you” she panted as his lips worked against her neck.
Nodding his head, Peter effortlessly lifted Y/N till her legs were wrapped around his waist. “That’s fine Baby” he hummed before reconnecting his lips to hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she moaned. Backing the both of them up against the wall of one of the generators, “Have I told you…” he mumbled “how sexy you are… when you yell at me?” he smirked, biting down on her bottom lip as he rolled his hips into her.
“Ah Peter!” she let her head fall back, trying not to buck against him “Pete… we’re in the middle of patr-Oh!” she gasped as his hand traced over her clit through the spandex of her suit. Rocking her hips onto his fingers she felt Peter’s cock grow hard as it pressed against her core “Pete-” she whined “Don’t do this to me now…. We… we still have another hour!” she huffed
“I’m fine with cutting patrol short” he smiled “But-” he pulled his hand away from her clit before planting them on her hips and dragging her over his hard clothed length causing a low moan to get caught in her throat “I can’t wait till we get back to the apartment” his hands trailed up her back till it reached the neckline of her suit, he slowly pulled at the zipper “I’m having you right now”
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soft-for-them · 2 years
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Peter, stay safe. - Peter Parker x plus size reader
Summary: It's been two weeks since Spider-Man told you his name and you're worried because he hasn't been back to the roof.
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
Part two of Spider-boy.
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A/N: Thanks for liking the first part, hope this part two is ok, it's not proof read yet...
It’s been two weeks since Spider-boy told you his real name and it’s been a week since you’ve last seen him in person on the rooftop.
The name ‘Peter’ crosses you mind every second it can.
When work is quiet or when your eyes close his voice saying his name fills you head like a soothing lullaby that only you can hear making you flush with warmth, you going all soft and smiley.
Your co-works say that you look like a dreamer when you think about him, apparently your eyes go big and an easy-going smile stays on your face for hours.
To think you had to make up the lie that you’re online dating a man named Peter instead of telling them that you're crushing over a literal superhero and all just because you had muttered ‘Peter’ out loud one day whilst you were day dreaming.
Your dreams are filled with him, your mind tries to fill in the gaps of what Peter might look like.
There are too many combinations to think up; blue eyes with bushy eye brows, a hooked nose with black hair, bleached tips with long eyelashes, a scar near his hairline from where he fell off a swing when he was a kid, you think up so many different faces all handsome in your mind but never your Peter.
Sometimes in these dreams you go on walks in the park, maybe you dance out of tune to an old timer’s song that plays over the radio, maybe just maybe you kiss him when he’d talking making him smile with pure joy, his hand cupping your round face as a small laugh escapes the two of you.
But alas your dreams are fleeting and short, all you can remember is a pure smile surrounded by laughter lines and a chin dimple, nothing concrete or relevant to real life.
As of yet you haven’t seen that distinct smile on someone walking the streets of Queens only on Spider-Boy himself. You know that Spider-Man is still Peter but with the growing feeling of something bigger inside your mind and heart, something more alarming, something more than a silly little playground crush, you feel the need to see him without the mask even just once.
Never in your life have you had separation anxiety because of a person, you feel like a cat holding onto to its owner for dear life despite your claws not even being embedded into anything – or anyone- at all.
You feel silly and a bit sad.
A whole week Peter hasn’t been to see you on the roof of the community centre you work at and you’re beginning to worry.
Each descent up those old rickety steps that rise to the roof make your stomach ache and your heart hurt just a tiny bit, each morning more and more headlines about the Amazing Spider-Man fronting the newspapers detailing the near death experiences of your dear friend.
That or the newspapers are hating on Spider-Man, saying he’s a violent nuisance. Honestly, if you ever meet that J.Jonah Jameson in real life you’d give him a piece of your mind!
With all the worry and stress you’re really considering going to the counsellor in the community centre to ask if all these feelings you’re have are normal.
Yeah, sure she’s an underpaid counsellor that the local kids go to talk about feeling nervous at school or to rant about their friends being annoying and not a counsellor that a grown adult can go and confess that they’re in love with a man they’ve never seen the face of before.
Of course if you went to her you’d have to tell her the same bullshit lie you’ve been telling you co-workers because you’re not telling a sixty something year old woman that you have feelings for Spider-Man, she’d surely try and sanction you if you told her the whole truth.
“I’m back.” You dejectedly say to Lisa, a co-worker of yours who’s currently stuffing fruit chunks in her face as she taps away on a keyboard.
You see a cloud of greying fluffy hair poking up from the front desk as you stuff your lunch box in the fridge.
Lisa gives you a warm motherly smile one that says ‘I know what you’ve been up to’ one that makes you want to shout ‘shut up mum!’ despite her not actually saying anything out loud.
She thinks you’ve been on the roof texting Peter for the whole of your break the idea in you co-worker’s brain a stark contrast to what you actually did.
For your lunch break you were just waiting and waiting for Peter to come but he didn’t. Only half a sandwich was eaten for the worry filled up your stomach.
It’s fine though, normally on the days Peter doesn’t swing by you normally put the leftover food in the fridge just in case a hungry teen charges inside in need of some food. Honestly, you’ve been working at the community centre for quite a while and you’re still surprised with how much a teenager can scoff down without them becoming full.
“Not hungry.” Lisa pipes up as she stops typing, her attention fully on you.
“Had a big breakfast.” You half lie.
“It’s that Peter guy isn’t it?” Her words are filled with worry but to you they feel condescending.
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
Before you can slump off out the front door Lisa calls out once more.
“Remember tomorrow we have the journalist coming around.”
“Can’t wait.” Sarcasm drips from your lips.
You wave off any more conversation, your feet taking you outside to the small playground filled with children and teenagers. Dodging around the swings, walking past a kid counting to a hundred whilst their friends run and hide, you enter the basketball court.
Hollers and screams of teenagers shouting your name fill your ears as you walk in, familiar faces of the kids your help smiling your way.
Technically it’s your job to help out the children that come by the centre but honestly you’ve walk over to the court just to feel a bit of happiness that the hyper tween always give you, there games always brightening your day.
“Now then-“ your voice croaks just a bit but you already feel better as you’re swarmed by a mass of kids, “What we playing?”
“Bulldog Miss (Y/N)!” a young girl cheers, her wonky pig tails bopping up and down.
“Ok, ok then. We know the rules. No violence on my court.” You call out, knowing full well how an unsupervised game of Bulldog can turn out, “No cheating, no taunting and no sad little faces.“
“That includes you miss.” A teenage boy with a voice too deep for a five foot two middle schooler should have yells.
“I’m all smiles kiddo.” You make an enthusiastic grin that makes the younger kids giggle with glee as you clap your hands together, ready to watch the game play out.
As the game begins, the loud sound of happy kids running about reverberates around the block, one Peter Parker lands on the ledge of roof.
He’s late. He knows he is.
This week alone he hasn’t been able to eat lunch with you.
It’s not like he can control when a villain attacks but they’ve been coming more and more. That paired with his job at the Daily Bugle along with his studies, he’s been rushed off his feet.
Even so, no matter how late he’s been he’s always swung as fast as he could to land on the roof of the community centre just in case you were there waiting for him.
Peter hasn’t really felt this feeling, the feeling of a heavy heart when you’re not there, since MJ and he’s not sure what do.
It’s not like he can tell May or Ben.
As he crouches down on the ledge, his mask still on, he watches as your plush body, that’s just spec of colour from this high up, runs about.
You may be just a spec but you’re a pretty spec of colour to watch.
He concentrates on you. You’re wearing that comfy knitted cardigan that looks nice on you along with a long black flowy skirt that flutters around as you referee the game of Bulldog the kids play.
You look nice, you look more than nice. If Peter wasn’t so late then he’d tell you that, he’d tell you that again and again until you’d playfully push his arm and tell him to ‘stop’ despite wanting to hear more complements from him.
But he has to get back to work soon. He can’t wait on the roof forever.
Peter steps off the ledge back onto the roof ready to swing off into the hustle of Queens but before he can leap off his foot knocks something over.
His eyes look down thinking he’s just kicked a lost football or Frisbee. The foot that hit whatever fell over is raised up so he doesn’t squash what his foot hit.
His bug eyes peer down to see a bright cartoon orange slice along with a plastic straw glued to the side of a small box of orange juice that lays sideways on the roof.
Peter lowers down and picks it up with a timid care.
The small box has writing on it.
‘Peter, stay safe.’ is scrawled over the brand logo, the bold black letters written with a thick permanent marker.
The dimple on his chin appears again under the mask as Peter smiles a wide heartfelt smile.
His heart feels less heavy than before.
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the office job | peter parker x gn!reader
summary: an awkward meeting
pairings: peter parker x reader
cw: murder and death mentions
word count: 1.9k+
an: i really enjoyed writing this and feel like i could take this somewhere but it felt right to end it here so, let me know!
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it was early december when i met you. i honestly can't recall the day, it was such a blur back then. but the snow that sat in your hair gave the date away.
"oh, jesus! i'm sorry-," you voice was ragged and worn. still to this day, i wonder what had strained your chords as bad as they had that morning. a cold, perhaps? maybe you simply caught a bad case of the morning raspies that day.
"in a hurry?" i managed to choke out a smile while you struggled to get the several binders under your arms back into place.
"um, no, actually. just a cluts." your soft, raspy laugh smacked me in my head and something ran cold pinpricks down my spine.
when you finally looked up at me, i thought i was going to pass out. your eyes twinkled with a light of unmatched warmth. your lopsided grin made my knees shake. your messy hair (which i came to find out is how it always is) fell over and around your face perfectly.
"are you-? sorry, are you new here?" you asked me. you kept your grin, but curiosity ran through your eyes and brows, now.
"me? no, no, i've been locked down in the basement. timothy finally set me free!"
i admit it was a horrible joke. but could you blame me when all i was thinking about was how beautiful you were?
and you know what's crazy? you laugh. you laughed at my shitty joke. and your laugh is like a thousand miracles.
"i always knew tim had some freaky stuff down there!" your giggle died out and so did your eye contact with me. "what department are you in?"
your smile was still there. i couldn't see it all too well since you had gone back to fixing your binders but it was so evident in your scratched voice.
"pictures."
"oh-!"
"photos."
"yeah?" you finally looked back up. god, those eyes.
"yeah."
"really?"
"absolutely.
"well, i guess i know who i'll go to whenever i need a picture for my article now, huh-" you tilted your head to get a look at my name tag. "peter parker?"
"that's my name, don't wear it out." your eyes crinkled in the corners. the little happy glaze covered your eyes. "you're, uh, you write?"
"yes, sir!"
"what do you write about?"
"well, i do crime articles, but do you wanna hear a secret, peter parker?" you lowered your voice to an attempted whisper but the rasp caused a loud squeak to slip through your lips every other word or so.
i could only nod and stare into your eyes that stayed steady on my own.
"my true passion is the crossword puzzles on the back."
i let my mouth fall agape at the oh so shocking words but a smile pulled at my cheeks.
"i know, i know. i have many mysteries, i do."
the door that you had come in from opened and some man i didn't bother to recognize looked us up and down as he wiped his feet. i suppose we did look odd, chatting at the corner of the entrance.
as you looked over your shoulder at the man's retreating back, your smile faltered. you hugged the binders under your arm tighter, looking back over to me.
and those eyes met mine once again.
"well, i will see you soon, peter parker." you turned on your heel and made your way down the hall as soon as the words left your mouth.
"what did you say your name was?" i called.
"i didn't." you only glanced over your shoulder at me. i could make out your upturned lips, but nothing more.
⭒⭒
the week until i saw you again felt like months. even now, the hours in between seeing you feel like years and the minutes feel like days.
but then especially, when i was settling into the new work environment, life was dull and i regretted taking the job. you had set my expectations so unreasonably high. you, my new coworker who was charming and funny.
it was very bold of me, and idiotic, to assume anyone else at this damn newspaper job would be anything compared to your gracefulness.
your voice came out of nowhere that day. it was different this time. smoother. just as relaxing as before but in a different kind of way. your voice danced more. your voice spun and jumped with as much liveliness as your eyes held.
"peter parker," you called ever so quietly from behind me.
i turned, eyes wide at your sudden appearance. a smile soon overtook my relaxing features, though.
"hey!"
"i have a request."
"from who?"
"from the mailman downstairs. he says your box is overflowing. who do you think?"
you sat one hand on the desk and the other on the back of my chair. you were mere inches away and i could smell you. you smelled sweet. vanilla. just as sweet as your eyes and smile.
you began to lean in, my nose was practically in the crook of your neck. "no, i have a request for my favorite photographer. don't tell billy i said that, though." you whispered with a giggle and a grin.
"uhm," i cleared my throat, smile hadn't left since you arrived, and spoke as smoothly as i could. i refused to let any bumps or errors infiltrate my speech with you around. "yeah, of course, what's up?"
"i want a photo for an article that i am trying to write. but i gotta go to the murder scene for it. come with?"
"t-today?" and there goes the bumps and errors.
"as soon as humanly possible, preferably." your eyes traveled across the room. "otherwise, i can always go to billy-"
i began gathering my stuff a little too anxiously but at the time it seemed reasonable, i swear.
"no, no! i'm all good for it."
we stood up straight together. i hadn't realized how much of a height difference there was between the two of us until now.
"great!"
camera equipment and bags in hand, we headed out.
"oh but what i said about the mailboxes? that was true. george, our mail keeper, keeps complaining to me about an extremely full box that has your name on it."
"i didn't even know we had a mailroom!"
⭒⭒⭒
"this is it?"
"what do you mean 'this is it?', why did you say it like that?" your lovely eyes met mine as we stood looking around at the nature before us.
"i mean- it's not very... murder site-y,"
"poor girl was dumped in a forest. those-" you waved your hand over the space that was cut off from caution tape and little yellow tents with numbers on them. "-are the closest your going to get to murder site-y."
i looked at you like you were stupid.
"we're not going to take a picture of her dead body and put them up all over the newspaper! that's so inconsiderate."
"the other people in the crime department do-"
"the other people in the crime department are desensitized and lack any empathetic bone in their body."
it was nice out. the ground was covered in a blanket of snow. animals bounced from branch to branch, causing bits and pieces of cold white to fall around us.
you stood with your hands stuffed in your pockets. your fingers shook any time they came out of them.
"so, uh," i groaned while snapping some pictures of the murder site. your eyes fell from our surrounding areas down to me. "what makes you so much different from the other people in the crime department."
you shook your head a little bit, "i never said i was different."
"oh, no, you're right. you only said you have the capacity to be empathetic and they don't."
"listen," you let out a breathy laugh. visible heat left from your smile. "those guys have spilled more coffee on me and said nothing about it than anyone else there."
i couldn't help but let a smile pull at my lips from your uncaring tone. "everyone in that building seems a little..."
"lifeless."
"yeah."
"yeah."
"why aren't you?"
"what?" there's a smile in your voice but i can't hardly see it.
"why haven't your spirits been killed yet?" i couldn't help but smile at the confusion laced through your face.
i went back to taking photos, trying to get the right shot - the best shot - for you.
you thought about your answer for a long while. i opened my mouth, ready to change the subject, when you finally answered.
"it's a sad field, writing about crime. i think they've built up a wall to defend themselves."
i stopped taking photos to see you.
"but i like to get personal with it. i've spent full nights in that office alone crying because the family i had gotten to know was so nice and undeserving, and then i can't find the perfect words to justify their hurt for the one they lost."
you wouldn't look back at me. your eyes were fixed on the twinkling ground.
"i've met a lot of really great people through this job. i get to see the human in every one every day, even when i don't get to see it in my coworkers."
and you look up. you smile. a thoughtful glimmer in your eye. you're satisfied with your words.
you've conveyed yourself: wholly and perfectly.
"what about you?"
"s-sorry?"
"i mean, you're new. you haven't been infected yet. but why this job?"
"oh, i, uh. my answer isn't as nice as yours."
"every answer is nice!" you're still smiling at me. i was so flustered, i don't think i smiled back at all despite my efforts.
and, god, your head did a little tilt.
"i, um, like to capture moments in time. special moments, i guess. or - not even. just moments as a whole. moments of peace, moments of rage. i've come to appreciate moments more since- well,"
i had to take a breath. it was shakey. since what? since everything?
"gotta monetize my interests like everybody else, you know?" i had to let out a laugh. it was breathy and strained.
you didn't laugh.
you smiled, like you always do, but i couldn't tell what you were thinking behind that one.
⭒⭒⭒⭒
"this was a test, you know?" it was a question but you said it more like a statement. as if i really was was supposed to know.
"a test for what?"
"whether you'd be my new personal photographer."
"did i pass?"
"yes! with flying colors."
the chilled air scratched at your cheeks and bit your nose raw. your car felt closer than i wanted it to be.
"do i get a special tag now?"
"i think i can make that happen!"
and i did get a tag.
the next day, you brought me a folded paper that was similar to the size of an id card. it was written in penmanship that showed in every curve you were trying your best but it was your third or fourth try at it, and your hand was getting rather tired, and you were deciding that i probably wouldn't judge your handwriting all that much.
Peter Parker:
Y/N's Best Photographer
i stuck the paper in my wallet where i could see it whenever i liked. and where billy couldn't see it, of course.
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