#mcu!Peter x reader

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *touch* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: peters erotic fantasies lead to the night of his life.

warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, minors dni pls

inexperienced!peter parker x experienced! fem!reader all characters 18+

1k words

A/N: first smut kinda nervous- lmk if some shits inaccurate please :)

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he’d been so caught up with his personal life and being spider-man, that peter barely saw you at all in the past week. so, he decided to make up for lost time.

you were currently sat between his legs with your back against his chest, as you mindlessly played with the rings on his hand.

his free hand was massaging your stomach gently, making you feel warm all over. his hand accidentally slipped under the top part of your pants, brushing over the waistband of your lace panties.

his eyes widened as he felt is face and ears get hot. he certainly didn’t mean to do it, but he wasn’t complaining. “sorry…” he spoke quickly.

“ ‘s okay pete.” you giggled at your boyfriends shyness, and turned your attention to the tv, while playing with his rings.

it was not in fact okay. he couldn’t stop the filthy thoughts of your legs spread open for him, screaming his name as he swiftly fucked you with his fingers, coating his fingers with your juices. he muttered a quick ‘fuck’ at the thought, which you didn’t miss.

“you alright?”

“i’m fine sweetness.”

he was not in fact fine. he felt himself getting harder and harder with each erotic thought of you, and with the way you were nuzzled against him, he was sure you’d feel it soon.

you felt him tense up all of a sudden, his hand slowing to a stop on your stomach. you frowned at his change of behavior, turning to look at him with a slight crease in your brow.

“are you sure you’re okay? what’s going on with you?” you squeezed his thigh trying to comfort him, which shouldn’t have aroused him more but did anyway.

he felt guilty about the whole thing honestly. here you were, just wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, and all he could think about was shoving his hand down your pants. he didn’t want to tell you what was really wrong with him, you’d probably think he was a creep.

“whats on your mind petey? you can always talk to me.” you patted his thigh as you picked up on his silence.

“it’s nothing really, i was just wondering if you’ve ever been t-touched? like down there?”

you smirked and bit your lip after finally realizing what this was about, but you decided to play coy.

“yeah, a few times. why?” you started playing with the rings on his fingers again, subtly teasing him.

he cleared his throat before he spoke. “i kinda wanna… you know…”

“did you want to touch me pete?” you asked seductively. you brought his fingers to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the tips of them.

“i- i do but, i’ve never touched a girl before…”

“that’s okay, i’ll help you.” you rubbed his thigh reassuringly. “just, tell me if you ever want to stop okay?”

he nodded and gulped as he watched you put the tips of his ring and middle finger in your mouth, rolling your tongue around them slowly. you pushed them in a bit further, softly moaning as you covered his digits with your saliva.

you released them from your mouth finally, unbuttoning your shorts with your free hand and guided his fingers under your panties, onto your clit. his lips parted to let out a shaky breath once he felt you.

you moved his fingers in a circular motion, and removed your hand once his movements were natural.

you rested your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes as your breathing became heavier, your grip on his thigh tightening.

you let out a pleased hum when he applied pressure. he could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter with every rub.

“am i doing okay?”

“mhm,” you moaned. “just like that baby, doing so good.”

he smiled proudly to himself and kissed your temple, his free hand rubbing your inner thigh soothingly. he felt you relax into him more, which gave him a major confidence boost.

he moves faster, your moans becoming needy and desperate as you grind yourself against his fingers.

“fuck, feels so good peter!”

the wet noises from your pussy and those filthy little moans you were making had him grinding his hard-on into your back, low rough grunts falling from his lips.

“wanna put my fingers inside you.” he rasped in your ear.

peter payed attention in sex ed, solely for this moment, so he wasn’t lost on where to find your hole.

you gasped sharply when he slowly eased two fingers inside of you, your cunt eagerly swallowing him. you cursed when he began to rapidly fuck you with his fingers, arching your back as he repeatedly brushed your g-spot.

your loud, guttural moans only egged peter on, as he dragged his other hand to you throbbing clit, vigorously rubbing you.

“oh god, please- please don’t stop!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw hung open, as you let out helpless screams and cries.

your legs trembled as he began to spread open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck, even leaving little love bites along the way.

“i- i’m gonna cum pete!” you cried.

and just as you promised, you released all over his hand. high pitched moans and shrieks escaped you as your body trembled and pleasure induced tears rolled down your cheeks.

peter could feel you dripping off of his fingers, so he pulled his hand from your pants to inspect. and just as he expected, his fingers were soaked.

“woah.”

he got really curious and decided to look at the mess in your pants. you created a giant wet spot in your panties and were beginning to drip down your thighs.

“woah.”

peter turned his attention back to you, smiling when he saw you panting. he felt proud of himself. if he could exhaust you with just his fingers, he wondered what he could do to you if he fucked you for real. his smile dropped though, getting worried once he saw the tears on your face.

“hey, are you okay? i didn’t hurt you right?”

“i’m good. you did amazing petey.” you smiled and kissed his cheek. you two rested there for a bit, just embracing the others presence.

“so, what about you peter?”

“what about me?”

“have you ever been touched?”

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[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker X Stark! reader and she wants to try on Pete’s spidery suit and web shooters and he thinks she looks really good in it so he kisses her and Tony comes in and thinks they’re doing some weird type of role play?❤️

Hello there! I had so much fun writing this one! I'll probably say it turned out to be one of my favourite fics. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy reading it too.

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𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐩, 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Humor, Slight Spice, Making Out, Overprotective! Dad! Tony, Embarrassment, Light Suggestiveness.

Summary → You blackmail Peter into letting you try on his Spider-Man suit. It fits too well, leading to making out—and Tony walking in.

"Pleeeaaase, Pete?" You whined, leaning over his desk with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Peter didn’t even look up from his notes, his pen gliding across the page. "Nope."

You groaned dramatically, throwing yourself back onto his bed. "Why not?! I'm the one who worked on half of your suit!"

"Keyword: half," Peter quipped, turning his chair slightly to smirk at you. "Mr. Stark did the heavy lifting, and, oh yeah—it’s my suit."

You sat up on your elbows, pouting. "That’s not fair! I bet it would look so cool on me."

"It’s not about looking cool, babe," he said, finally turning to fully face you. "It’s dangerous tech, Y/N. The suit has all kinds of built-in features, and I don’t want you accidentally webbing yourself to the ceiling or activating instant-kill mode."

You rolled your eyes. "As if I don’t know how the tech works! I built most of it with Dad. I probably understand the suit better than you do."

Peter gave you an unimpressed look. "That’s debatable."

Frustrated, you crossed your arms. If begging didn’t work, it was time for drastic measures. You sat up, narrowed your eyes at him, and smirked. "Fine. You leave me no choice."

Peter arched a brow. "Uh-oh."

You stood up, placed your hands on your hips, and announced, "No kisses for a month."

Peter froze. "Wait. What?"

You grinned, seeing his reaction. "Yep. No kisses. No sex. No cuddles. No cute little nose nuzzles. No hand-holding. No forehead kisses. Nothing."

His jaw dropped. "That’s—That’s cruel and unusual punishment!"

You fake-sighed, placing a hand over your heart. "Well, if my boyfriend refuses to let me try on the suit that I worked on, then I guess I have no choice but to take extreme action."

Peter looked genuinely distressed now, running a hand through his curls. "That’s so unfair. You can’t just—"

"And!" You interrupted, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You’re so ungrateful! I spend hours helping you upgrade that thing, and you won’t even let me try it for five minutes?" You dramatically turned away, placing a hand over your forehead. "Oh, the betrayal!"

Peter groaned loudly. "Ugh! Fine! "

You immediately spun around, grinning. "Wait, really?"

He gave you a deadpan look. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just—just don’t break anything, okay?"

You let out an excited squeal, doing a little happy dance before rushing over to grab the suit from where he pulled it out of his closet. "This is the best day of my life!"

Peter crossed his arms, watching you with a defeated sigh. "You’re ridiculous."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately, yes."

You snickered before holding the suit up in front of you, inspecting it. The fabric was smooth under your fingers. "Ooooh, I feel powerful already."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Okay, just—put it on already before I change my mind."

You nodded and started unzipping your hoodie, shrugging it off before kicking off your sweatpants. You were left in just your bra and panties when you noticed Peter had gone completely silent.

You turned to see him staring.

Blatantly.

His lips were parted slightly, his brown eyes locked onto your figure as if he had just seen the most captivating thing in the world.

You smirked. "Pete."

No response.

You snapped your fingers. "Peter Parker, my eyes are up here."

He blinked rapidly, his face immediately flushing. "I-I wasn’t—! I was just—!"

You crossed your arms, tilting your head playfully. "Just what?"

"Admiring my girlfriend," he admitted, looking sheepish but utterly smitten.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't hide your grin. "Uh-huh. Sure, Romeo. Now turn around."

Peter huffed dramatically but turned his back to you. "You act like I haven’t seen you in less."

"Yeah, well, you don’t get to ogle while I’m trying to be Spider-Woman for the day," you quipped, stepping into the suit.

As soon as you pulled it up over your shoulders, it felt huge. The fabric sagged, the arms hung loosely, and the legs were way too long. "Oh my God, Peter, your body proportions are so weird."

He laughed. "Hey! I have a perfectly normal body proportion, thank you very much."

You pouted, looking down at yourself. "It’s so baggy! Ugh, I look ridiculous."

Peter turned around, smirking. "You could always take it off."

You shot him a look. "Nice try." Then, you pressed the spider emblem on your chest.

Immediately, the suit shrank.

The fabric adjusted perfectly to your body, molding to every curve, every inch of your skin. Your stomach, chest, legs—everything was snug.

Peter stopped mid-breath.

His eyes traveled from your legs to your ass to your chest, and suddenly, his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Uh…"

You turned to the mirror, blinking. "Oh. Damn."

The suit hugged you perfectly. The fabric stretched in all the right places, highlighting every dip and curve of your body. Your ass? Amazing. Your boobs? Fantastic.

Peter made a strangled noise.

You turned to him with a smirk. "You okay there, bug boy?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Then, without a single word, he took two long strides forward, cupped your face, and kissed you.

It wasn’t just a peck. No, Peter devoured you, his lips molding against yours hungrily. His hands found their way to your jaw and waist, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, melting into him as he pressed you against the wall. His hands started wandering—one settling on your jaw, tilting your head up, while the other slid down to firmly grab your ass.

You gasped into the kiss, breaking apart for just a second. "P-Peter—"

"You look so hot in my suit," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again, voice breathless and desperate.

You giggled between kisses. "I knew it!"

Peter groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as his hands squeezed your ass. "Not fair," he muttered, moving down to your jaw, leaving soft kisses.

You shivered, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I mean, if you wanna keep making out with me in your suit, I’m not stopping you—"

Then.

The door opened.

"Ay, kid, I need Y/N for a sec—WHAT THE HELL?!"

You and Peter immediately froze.

Your dad, Tony Stark, stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open, looking horrified.

You and Peter were practically glued together—your arms around his neck, his hands on your ass, both of you looking like deer caught in headlights.

Tony blinked. "What. The. Actual. Fuck."

"Dad!" You yelped, shoving Peter off you.

Tony raised his hands, shaking his head rapidly. "Nope. Nope. Nope. I do not wanna know why you’re in the Spidey suit and sucking face with Spiderling. I do not wanna know what kinda freaky roleplay stuff you two are into."

You turned bright red. "IT’S NOT—"

"Oh my God," Tony muttered, rubbing his temples. "I need bleach. No, I need therapy. I need Pepper."

Peter, looking about five seconds away from fainting, squeaked out, "M-Mr. Stark, I—I swear—"

Tony pointed at him. "You. Out."

Peter blinked. "But… this is my room—"

Tony turned his glare up to maximum dad mode, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Peter swallowed hard. "I'm out."

And with that, he bolted straight out of the door.

"You. Family meeting. Now."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Kill me now."

Tony sighed, mumbling to himself as he walked away. "Why couldn't she date a nice, normal guy from down the street?"

From the hallway, Peter called out, "I am a nice, normal guy!"

You groaned again. "Oh my God, Peter, shut up!"

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[unearthlyeclipse]

babe i love ur blog!!! pretty pls can we have some mcu!peter parker p!links !!!!!! im legit begging 🙏🙏

MCU! PETER PARKER :: SPIDER-MAN P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: Another one that I had waiting in the drafts!! Enjoy!! (Edit: Just realized I used the wrong Peter for the previous images,,,)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, aged up! MCU! Peter Parker/Spiderman, edging, femdom, submissive Peter Parker/Spiderman, teasing, riding, p in v, playful, nipple play, fingering, slight BDSM, sticky, slight exhibitionism, sex toys, overstimulation.

A difficult orgasm for Peter...

Peter couldn't help but cry out as you edged him.

Peter choking up over how tight you were gripping his cock, even as he came.

Watching Peter game on the best seat in the house.

Peter helplessly whimpering while sucking your breasts as you jerked him off.

Peter using his webs to tie you up, overstimulating you as you do to him.

You and Peter getting nasty after school.

Peter wanted to try out pegging and didn't realize how much he'd love it.

You were growing desperate after waking up next to Peter in the morning. He didn't mind you riding your feelings out.

Peter binding you with his webs again, making you squirm beneath your vibrator.

Getting off to a video Peter had sent to you whenever you felt lonely while he was out saving the city.

You and Peter getting distracted during movie night.

You and Peter both love the feeling of your hole growing sticky with his continuous loads.

Peter fucking you on his couch.

Watching Peter glaze your breasts with his cum.

Peter getting a bit side tracked while fucking you from behind.

Peter holding and fucking you, grunting and all.

You and Peter had made a playful bet while playing video games.

[astxroiid]

queen sized bed // mcu!peter parker

❥ one bed, motel after midnight, friends, young love, nsfw/18+, smut with a side of plot. dom!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cream pie. ib: a little death by the neighbourhood.

wc: 2.7k (of pure filth + some fluff at the end)

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You huff, flopping down on the motel bed, still a little frustrated from dealing with the receptionist at the front desk.

He had definitely been more of an asshole than he needed to be. And considering you and Peter have just gotten off a rough mission, you definitely aren’t in the mood to deal with him.

Poor Peter ended up having to step in and diffuse the situation before you decked the concierge. You rub your face, trying to think less angering thoughts.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower,” you announce, while you sit up and start rifling through your black duffel bag.

“Okay, just let me know when you’re in the shower. I wouldn’t want to turn around and catch you naked because of this stupid open floor plan.” yes you would. Peter laughs nervously.

“Sure thing,” you grab the last of your shower supplies and walk through the bathroom archway and begin to strip.

Peter tries his hardest to focus on unpacking his stuff but his ears keep returning to the sounds of items of your clothing hitting the ground. His mind following suit in wandering to you slowly undressing. Revealing more and more of your soft body.

“I’m in now, Pete,” you call, pulling him from the thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having about his best friend and team member.

“Okay,” his voice cracks. Peter mentally face-palms.

He hears the water running and his mind slips back into his thoughts of you; the water cascading down your body, the way the soap will flow from your hair down your spine, or how the body wash would look after you ran it all over your—

Thud. “Shit!”

You dropped a bottle, bringing him back to reality.

Stop thinking about your friend like this, Peter. Be real with yourself, man.

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You finish washing all the soap off your body and reach past the curtain, grabbing your towel and begin drying yourself. Attempting to get as much water off of your person as possible.

Once you’re dry, you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower.

You look up, eyes landing on Peter’s bare back.

He’s looking into the sink while brushing his teeth - wearing only his black sweats that you love so much.

Feeling a wanton throb between your legs and a small burst of confidence - you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Peter continues bushing his teeth while he moves his free hand down to yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You both smile.

It’s clear Peter doesn’t understand the energy you’re trying to set. So, you help him get there a little faster.

You glide the hand he’s not holding down his chest. Using just your middle finger to make a path to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Your finger trails from side to side, following the line of his pants seam, lightly brushing over the small patch of hair that disappears beyond his sweats.

You can feel his breathing faltering and hear his heart pounding in his chest. Though; you’re not sure if that’s due to your ear being pressed to his back or the fact that his heart is just beating that loud.

You let your finger dip just beneath his waistband, loving the way his breath hitches in response.

You keep moving your finger back and forth, teasing the poor boy.

Feeling satisfied with how flustered he is - you back away and Peter tries his best to focus back on brushing his teeth.

“Pete?” You call softly.

He glances up, looking at you through the mirror right as you let your towel drop to the floor. Peter flips his head around to look at you - unobscured by the foggy bathroom mirror.

He lets out a breath, letting his eyes rake over your entire body.

“Well? Are you just gonna stand there and gawk or are you going to come over here and touch me, Parker?” You tease.

“Right,” Peter shakes his head, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and quickly moving to you. He stands tentatively in front of you, unsure of what to do first. He looks down at you questioningly.

You giggle and grab his wrists. “Have you ever done this before?” The question is genuine.

Peter’s face goes red. “Uhm... no," his response barely audible. He tilts his head down in shame.

You smile while you move his hands to your breasts. “That’s okay. Let me teach you.”

His hands gently caress your chest and you let out a soft noise that makes Peter’s knees go weak.

“Please?” He begs, feeling a pull on his groin as you arch your back into him. He massages your breasts, attempting to - and succeeding in getting more noises from you.

He slowly slides his unoccupied hand between your thighs, rubbing between the folds, finding your clit with such ease you have to wonder if he lied about his inexperience.

Any coherent thoughts you had left the moment he pressed his finger into you and started rubbing at an amazing and yet still agonizingly slow pace.

You glide your hands up his arms and to his face. Bringing it down to yours. You kiss him softly, moving your mouth in an easy rhythm for Peter to follow along with.

Peter moves his middle finger to your entrance and pauses for your permission. You grind yourself against his hand, hoping that’s enough of a yes.

He takes it and slides his fingers in with ease, surprised at how wet you already are.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans into your mouth. His sweats tighten as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, lewd noises already making their way out of your mouth.

He’s lost in the feeling of you. It’s all he’s ever wanted and more. Just you and him. Melding together in such a beautiful way.

The hand on your breast moves to your hip where he rubs his thumb over the bone lovingly.

You move one of your hands to the side of his throat as you start to kiss his neck, leaving marks everywhere while grinding your hips back and fourth on his hand.

Pete’s breath leaves him almost completely, knowing anyone could see what you’ve done to him turns him on more than he thinks you could know.

You pull away abruptly. Peter feels as though he's missing a piece of himself as he watches you walk away.

You're at the bed, beckoning Peter over with a finger.

He wastes no time. Quickly walking to you and smashing his lips into yours.

Your hand trails down Peter’s chest and beneath his sweatpants. You massage him through his boxers and he groans into your mouth.

If he hadn’t already told you, it would have been an easy guess that he’s only ever touched himself.

“You’re so responsive,” you tell him as you part from his kiss to catch your breath. “I love it.”

Your hand moves out of his pants to his hair, tugging lightly on the soft brown locks. He groans again.

You smile.

“Lay down on the bed for me?” you ask softly.

He nods his head, eager to oblige any command you give to him.

He spreads out on the bed, propping his head on the pillows and making sure to get exactly how he thinks you want him.

“Good boy.”

Peter can’t explain the pride that swells in his chest at the praise. All he knows is that he’ll do anything to get you to say it again.

You crawl on top of him, straddling his waist as you lean in to kiss his neck again. Peter’s hands grip at the sheets as he attempts to hold himself back.

You move your mouth down to his collar bone, sucking on sensitive spots. You feel peter writhe and moan beneath you

You slowly move down his chest, taking your time the lower you get.

You smile up at him and pull on the elastic with your teeth, releasing it and letting the material pop back down on his skin. You tease him more by lightly trailing your finger around his lower stomach.

Peter makes a strangled noise. “Y/N... please,” he begs breathlessly.

“Please, what, Pete?”

“T-touch me. Please. I don’t think I can take it anymore,” he’s on the verge of whining.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

You pull his sweats down at an agonizingly slow pace, then doing the same with his boxers.Savoring every inch of new skin being revealed to you.

Once Peter’s dick is free, it springs up and lays flat on his stomach.

You feel heat rush to your core, along with a familiar wetness.

You bite your lip and take it in your hand, rubbing your thumb over the head.

Peter’s own head falls back against the pillow as his hips and legs shake.

“I’ve barely touched you, baby,” you note and peter could probably cum just from the sultry tone in your voice.

He whines and grips the sheets.

You use his eyes squeezed shut to your advantage and surprise him with your tongue licking up his cock.

Peter gasps and looks down at you. You smile back as you take him in your mouth, moving your lips all the way down to the hilt.

The noise that comes from the man beneath you is divinity. You to moan around him. His legs shake and he can’t help but thrust into your mouth.

You gag, which only causes him more pleasure and a small mmph noise makes it’s way out of him.

He grabs a light fist full of your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

"y/n, if you keep going I'll finish now," he's out of breath, sweat starting to form on his chest.

"That's the plan," the deep tone and tantalizing wink you give him as go go back down have chills running all across his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter's while lower half convulses and you wrap you mouth back around him, grabbing a handful of his balls.

You wrap your free hand around the base of his cock. "You wanna cum peter?" You slowly pump his cock.

"'Wanna cum inside you... please," he struggles.

"Oh, baby. There's plenty of time for that," Peter feels like his heart is gonna explode from the leisurely pace you're stroking him at. "I'm asking you if you want to cum in my mouth."

He throws his head back and says through gritted teeth; "Fuck... yes, god, please..."

"Yes, what?" You prompt.

Peter's mind swirls with every possible word he could respond with in a matter of milliseconds. And, without thinking, he mistakenly says the one he's only thought about in his most intimate fantasies.

"Yes... mommy."

Fuck.

Peter looks down to see you smiling at him with mischievous grin.

"Mommy?"

His blood runs cold. Fear holing him still.

"I could get used to that," you wrap your mouth around Peter's balls, sucking hard as you go back to pumping his cock. Languid movements driving peter crazy as his mind swirls.

"Uh, fuck. Oh my-- shit, y/n..." he's loud, almost enough to make you worry about any residents in neighboring rooms.

You take your time, moving from sucking his balls to his cock, using any movement necessary to make him feel good. Completely focusing on pleasing the man beneath you. And you're doing an amazing job, you can tell by the noises. The occasional curse word surrounded by your name, blasphemous words, and a lot of whimpering.

He's close. The way his knuckles turn white as he grips the bed sheets. His thighs tightening, muscles flexing. His lips are pressed together and his whole body is stiff.

You bring your mouth down on his dick, taking all of him and squeezing his balls up to his shaft. You bring your pace up as fast as you can, relentless.

"H-holy, oh fuck- y/n."

Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, coating your esophagus in him. You swallow it all, continuing to suck at him until his whole body is shaking violently.

You pull off him with a pop, smiling like the devil.

Peter's out of breath, looking like a shell of a man and yet, so fucking hot. He's covered in sweat, chest, face, and thighs glistening. His cheeks are a rosy red you haven't seen from him before. His chest is heaving for air.

You kiss him so hard it steals any oxygen he might have gotten straight out of him. He grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you harder into him.

He's the one to break the kiss, still attempting to breathe. "You're amazing."

You smile. "C'mere," you lay on your back, pulling him on top of you. He props an arm on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you as you place your arms around his neck.

You wrap your legs around Peter's waist, rubbing your soaked core against his cock. He whines for you in return.

His legs shake at the sensation, due to his sensitivity and a near-feral need for you. You pull away from the kiss, biting your lip.

"Peter," you breathe, almost a moan. "I want you inside me."

Words Peter Parker never believed he'd hear except when dreaming. He feels his cock start to harden again.

You feel it as well. Taking it as a sign to keep on.

"Peter... please," you pull his ear next to your mouth and whisper low; "i wanna feel your cock inside me."

He shudders, fully erect by now. Peter quickly grabs his dick, lining himself up with your entrance, waiting on your consent. He looks at you, the question in his eyes.

"Yes, peter. Fuck me," he needs no more reassurance. He slowly pushes into you, both yours and Peter's legs shaking from the pleasure.

"Ffffuck-" you interrupt yourself with a moan. One that makes Pete's brain go foggy, the only thought being fucking you.

He grabs your hips, expertly sliding himself in and out of you at a pace near divinity. Your mind is wiped of any coherent thought that could've ever been there except for the question of how he is do good at this.

"Fuck, shit. 'So tight." Peter rests his head on your shoulder as he fucks harder into you.

It's beautiful, in the most obscene way. The way your warm bodies are practically glued together, moving in a rhythm only your souls know. The noises flowing from your lips already have Peter rocking on the edge of release, and the groans from him are doing the same to you.

You place your fingernails at the tops of Peter's shoulders, dragging them down his back then around his ribs.

He takes in a breath, shuddering. "Fuck, fuck, y/n. I'm close. So close..."

"Cum inside me, Peter. Please," your walls clench hard around him and the sounds of his whines.

The feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock, mixed with your sounds are the purest form of ecstasy for Peter.

He reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers against your clit and circling fast.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," you moan loud, your whole body tensing as you cum harder than you ever have in your life around Peter's cock.

You look down, seeing you've squirted all over his lower half. Fuck. There's no time to think about it because Peter is following behind you.

He grabs your hips tighter, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Peter cums deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his seed.

The way he looks in this millisecond of a moment will forever stay in your brain. Toned abs covered in sweat and glistening. Chocolate curls a mess, falling in his face. Face towards the sky, screwed up from a pleasure he's never felt before.

The way the light falls around his face illuminates him beautifully. Angelically even.

Peter pulls out of you slowly, both of you too sensitive. He walks to the bathroom, bringing back a damp rag.

"Here," he gently helps clean you up. Afterwards he cleans himself, tossing the rag and putting a new pair of boxers on. He hands you one of his shirts.

"Thank you," you pull the shirt over your head, feeling incredibly loved by Peter. Which prompts you to say; "Peter, I love you."

He smiles and looks so giddy he might float away. He crawls into bed, cuddling up to you. "I love you, too."

This one's been in the works for a while but holy shit, even I'm all hot and bothered from this lmao.

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[thollandneedy]

Co-pilot- Peter Parker

A/n: I had this idea for SO LONG! I swear...

Warnings: Swearing and make-out

Summary: Peter and Y/n return from a concert, and end up getting lost because she falls asleep while giving Peter directions, which makes the night longer than it should be (classic enemies to lovers)

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“I can't believe I saw Ariana Grande up front.” Y/n exclaimed to herself, looking at her cell phone where all the videos she had recorded after the concert had ended.

“And I can't believe I made it through two hours with you screaming in my ear,” Peter said, following in the girl's footsteps that led them both to the stadium parking lot.

Peter was responsible for Y/n, but it wasn't as if he was enjoying her company. Y/n and Peter had what we call a 'cat and dog relationship', since ever since they met, they didn't quite know how to build a professional relationship without their opposing feelings getting in the way of their training and living together. Through Y/n's father, Tony Stark, Peter was determined to do whatever it took to win his approval, even if it meant taking the girl to his favorite singer's concert and supervising her. Y/n wasn't happy with his company either, knowing that Peter was only after her because Tony had asked him to.

Unlike Peter, who thought the girl was just another spoiled teenager, Y/n could see a touch of humility and love for others when he helped people. Spider-Man was more of an Alter-ego than a hero. He was Peter Parker, but improved and cooler, at least that's what the girl thought.

“You say that as if I've disrupted the show” The girl grumbles, putting her cell phone away in her pocket and trying to open the driver's door of the car.

“Hey, hey, hey” Peter steps in front of the girl, causing her to look at him with a confused face. ”Mr. Stark said i was going to drive.”

“My father doesn't need to know.” The girl, wearing black jeans and a blouse emblazoned with the album 'Dangerous Woman', says trying to gently push Peter away from her.

“But I will, and if anything happens to you, I'll kill you and then your father will kill me.” The boy says, taking the key to the Audi R8 from his pocket and opening the doors of the blue car.

“'Stop being boring, Peter. I'm not even tired! I can drive without any problems.” Y/n asks again, only to be answered by silence from the brunette, who just gets into the car and closes the door in the girl's face, who scoffs to herself and turns the car around, opening the passenger door.

“Put it on the map for me, please, where we should go. I'm not sure which streets to take to get back to the tower.” The young man in the dark gray shirt comments, slipping the safety belt over his body.

Y/n touches the dashboard of the car, and even with it on, nothing appears on the small screen. Peter frowns, taking Y/n's index finger off the screen, trying to do it himself and getting no response from the device.

“This car is from 2015, and my father hasn't gotten rid of it yet. It must have some emotional value.” Y/n replies, settling back in his seat as he picks up his cell phone again to look at the videos he's recorded.

“Shit.” Peter curses.

“Don't let Cap hear that.” Y/n laughs as she looks at Peter, then puts the digital map on her cell phone so she can guide the brunette to the tower. “I'll be the copilot.”

“I prefer death.” Peter replied, starting the car.

“What was your favorite part of the show?” Y/n asks, looking at Peter concentrating on the congestion in the parking lot due to people leaving at the same time.

“When you lost your voice.” Peter replied, smiling to himself and then to Y/n who stared at him expressionlessly. “Just kidding. When she sang NASA.”

“God is a Woman was better.” Y/n says.

“Only because she walked in front of you and took your hand.” Peter recalls.

“Who can blame me.” Y/n shrugs, glancing at Peter, who replies with a sideways smile.

The parking lot was lost a few meters away when Peter entered the city streets. After a long time singing, waiting in queues and a sleepless night due to concert anxiety, Y/n felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier, while Peter fought with himself not to fall asleep driving. The sky was at its blackest as the clock struck midnight, and they were both tired. Y/n's cell phone was resting on her thigh, and even though she was sleepy, the girl was trying to tell her which way to turn so that they wouldn't get lost. Almost fifteen minutes later, Y/n was resting her body in her dreams, while Peter waited for another command.

“Y/n” Peter called, stopping at a traffic light.

“Um” the girl mumbles.

“Turn where?” The brunette asked without taking his eyes off the street.

“Uh… right and go straight for 20 kilometers” The girl quickly looks at her cell phone and nods off again.

Peter, following the sleeping girl's instructions, does as he's told. With a lost expression, Peter leans forward trying to read what was written on the sign, then slams the steering wheel and curses loudly.

“FUCK”

Y/n wakes up startled, looking around lost. Her heart raced, causing her hand to rest on her chest.

“What the fuck, Peter! What's wrong?” The girl curses, adjusting her posture on the bench.

“I have no idea where we are, and we're running out of gas.” The brunette closes his eyes, looking down at his lap. “Are you sure we're on the right track?” Peter picks up the cellphone resting on the girl's thigh, reviewing the route.

Y/n stares at him silently, almost closing her eyes again, when she hears an angry exhale.

“Y/n” Peter called out, trying to keep his cool in a place he didn't know and almost out of gas. “You gave me the wrong directions. Three times. We were supposed to be at your house in no more than 20 minutes, and we've been there for 50 MINUTES!” Peter stares at her with his eyebrows drawn together.

“I told you I was sleepy.” The girl retorts, denying blame for the accident.

“And I asked you to keep an eye on your cell phone, dammit!” Peter exclaims, causing her to revolt.

“Why didn't you look at it yourself?” She asks.

“BECAUSE I'M DRIVING!”

“But you can answer messages while you're swinging your webs from building to building.” Y/n points out, making the older man roll his eyes and deny it with his head.

“Y/n, that's completely different.” Peter explains angrily, picking up the girl's cell phone again and redirecting the address so that he can take the quickest route.

The brunette nods, backing out of the empty street he was on so that he could go back a few blocks, but before he could complete his redefined route, the car stops. Y/n stares at the dashboard, seeing that the gas has run out. Peter turns off the car, raises his arms in redemption of the situation, looks up at the roof of the car, but then closes his eyes.

“You're a terrible co-pilot. The worst I've ever had.” Peter finally says something, unable to express any reaction on his face.

“You're not the perfect companion for a show either, if you ask me.” Y/n crosses her arms.

Typical Stark response

Peter laughs to himself, not believing that even though he was wrong, Y/n wouldn't accept his mistake but would try to fix it as quickly as possible before there was another flaw to point out. Y/n picks up her cell phone from Peter's lap, going to her contact list to call Happy, and without success returning the call, she puts the phone in his lap.

“Congratulations.” Peter looks at her seriously.

“Shut up, I'm trying to sort it out, but Happy's not answering.” Y/n retorts.

“You're always like that. Always.” Peter takes off his seatbelt and turns his body towards Y/n, who is glaring at him. “You hate being wrong, and you'd rather say you've made a mistake. You love drama, but you'd rather say you're growing up. Always a fucking excuse.”

“And you love bad-mouthing me, don't you? Wow, look at me, I'm Spider-Man and I lick the balls of all the Avengers for approval because if I'm not an Avenger, I'm just a nerd with no friends.” Y/n takes off his seatbelt, rebutting rigorously.

“You want to talk about me? At least the friends I have aren't with me for money. Unlike yours, who only put up with you because you're rich and can go out to expensive places. Putting up with you sucks, and that's why you don't have a boyfriend.” Peter spits out the words, feeling the car get hot.

“And you have a girlfriend? Because as far as I know, MJ dumped you.” Y/n remembers overhearing Peter talking on his cell phone, telling his best friend about it.

“You're…” Peter returns to his starting position, crossing his arms and running his fingers through his curly hair.

“What am I?” Y/n asks.

Before he could answer, the girl's cell phone vibrated. Turning the bright screen, she answered Happy's call, telling him what had happened and that she needed him to come and pick them up. Peter listened to the call, staring at the windows, analyzing whether there was any possible danger to Y/n in that little-trafficked street. As much as he hated it, he needed to keep her safe. A few seconds into the call, the girl said:

“He said he'd try to come as soon as possible.”

“Good.” Peter lay back on the car seat, relaxing his back and closing his eyes in the hope that he could doze off.

“Are you going to sleep? What if someone wants to rob us?” Y/n puts his bag between his feet.

“The Avengers' ball-licker will let Daddy's little girl sort it out. She's old enough to sort out her own shit, don't you think?” Peter puts his hands behind his head, flexing the muscles in his arm.

Y/n scoffs at the boy, doing the same as him and lying down on her stool. They both enjoyed the sound of the city, also listening to some trees with their leaves flapping in the empty night. It was a corner with a few abandoned houses and a one-way street where few cars were parked. Y/n curled up on the bench, turning to Peter. The boy had his sculpted body lying on the bench, where his shirt was slightly raised, showing his V-line above his dark-wash jeans. A feeling of regret began to well up in her heart, making her feel bad about the comments she had made to Peter. Still trying to put her pride aside, she says:

“I'm sorry for what I said. You're in the Avengers because you deserve to be.” Y/n comments, causing the boy to quickly open his eyes.

For the first time in the many times he had been with Y/n, he felt that what she was saying wasn't arrogance. In fact, it was very real and sensitive. He turned his body to the side of the bench, allowing his ribs to now meet the hard bench. Her eyes shone with innocence and regret, making it almost impossible not to answer her.

“I'm sorry too for shouting. I know you were tired.” He says. “And… for saying you were spoiled. I know you're not. I say that because sometimes you don't know how to handle certain situations very well, but you learn little by little.”

Y/n smiles without showing her teeth.

“Thanks, and I'm sorry about you and MJ.” She adds. “I know you liked her, like, a lot.”

“Thanks.” He replies with a straight smile. “Do you want to sleep? I can watch, no problem.”

“I lost sleep.” Y/n assumes, using his hand as a pillow to support the side of his face.

“Me too.”

“You're nice. I like you, no matter how much we get into chasing each other.” The girl assumes, without making eye contact with the hero.

“I don't even know why we do it, really. I don't hate you, and I know you don't hate me either.” The boy says. “Actually, if we worked together, we could be a cool duo, but without one of us bossing the other around, or I'd go crazy and glue your mouth shut with my webs."

“I do that on purpose.” She laughs at the older man's comment. “My fun is fighting with you.”

“More fun than being the daughter of a billionaire?”

“Absolutely. I have my father's temper, and you're calm. So testing your temper is my fun of the day. Especially when we're training together, and I win by cheating. You totally lose your sense of self.” Y/n laughs to herself, watching Peter join her in laughter.

“You're terrible. Really.” Peter comments. “But I like that.” He points at himself and Y/n.

“Are you hitting on me, Parker?” The girl asks smugly.

“If I was hitting on you, I'd be closer to you, I'd make you feel seen, you know?” He replies, flexing his jaw as he answers.

“The invisible guy making someone be seen?” Y/n laughs at the irony.

“I mean, paying attention.” Peter explains

“ And then what?”

“And why do you want to know?” Peter instigates.

“I'm just curious how you win girls over with your shy way.”

“I have my charm.” He snorts, pulling a grimace from Y/n.

“Really?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

“No.” He laughs. ”But I try, and it works sometimes.”

“And when it does, what happens?”

He stares at her, as if he's telling her the answer through his eyes. Maybe it was the mood, the confessions or the euphoria of the show that still remained in both their bodies, but something seemed to be different. The silence was no longer awkward, but a warm feeling enveloped the couple. Their minds were no longer focused on arguing, and not even arguing about useless things that could ruin what was being built. Y/n swallows dryly, as Peter's chocolate eyes drift briefly to her wet lips. Peter tried to get closer to Y/n without her realizing he was doing the same. Their breaths seemed to merge, and without there being any room for shame, Peter slipped one of his free hands around Y/n's mouth, pulling her into a shy kiss.

The girl felt his lips pull away after a quick kiss, but hers begged for more. Y/n put both her hands on Peter's cheeks, bringing him closer to her. The hero opened his mouth little by little, sliding his tongue in carefully so as not to exceed any mental limit set by Y/n. The girl loses all her pride, pulling away from the kiss while still feeling his warm lips.

“Can i…" She tries to say.

“Yes, please.” He replied as if reading her mind, straightening his legs and giving her room to climb onto his lap.

Their breasts met in the heat of the moment, while Y/n's pelvic region tried not to meet Peter's, for fear of making him uncomfortable. But the brunette's hands firmly touched Y/n's waist, bringing her warm core between his legs, in a response of irregular breathing. Parker would be lying if he said that he had never fantasized about Y/n Stark, since her beauty was undeniable and sexy, but not even in his best dreams could he have imagined that she would be on his lap kissing him. Once again their lips met in a carnal hunger where there was no longer any shame. Peter held her as if he didn't want her to go anywhere, and Y/n's mind never wandered, as if he were now part of her.

Y/n found the seat lever, pulled it so that the seat had room to return to its upright shape. Peter made room for her back, without taking his lips off the girl.

“We should have done this before.” Y/n commented between kisses.

“I agree.” He replied, kissing her again fervently.

Suddenly, a loud horn draws their attention and they quickly separate their lips. Looking up at the window, there was Happy watching them with the window down. Y/n pressed the button that lowered the window, staring at his father's helper with his cheeks burning as Peter's were.

“Hi, Happy.” Peter says, trying to ease the hot atmosphere with his messy hair.

“Don't tell my dad.” Y/n asks, still on Peter's lap.

“If you promised me that you didn't leave any residue in this car, I won't tell him nothing."

[juneberrie]

SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME ➜ peter parker, mcu

requested: yes / no — first "i love you" with peter

author's note: this idea came from a weird ass marvel fic i started in 7th grade and never finished... here u go pookies! enjoy!!!

ⓘ content: pure fluff, mcu!peter, kissing, fem!reader, not proofread we die like tony

word count : 0.6k || peter parker masterlist

peter ❣️💙 : angel

peter ❣️💙 : babe

peter ❣️💙 : baby

peter ❣️💙 : open ur window please 🙏

you glanced at the pouring rain outside of your window, then back at your phone.

y/n : are u crazy

peter ❣️💙 : absolutely !!!

peter ❣️💙 : please please please please pleaseeeeeee

y/n : fiiiiineeeee

you throw off your blanket, immediately getting hit with a wave of cold air. you mentally curse your boyfriend of three months, best friend of years, for making you get up out of your cozy bed.

you move towards your window, squinting to see through the rain, and see a soaking wet spiderman standing on the fire escape.

he waves and points at the window. you roll your eyes and push the glass up, leaving to grab a towel for him as he climbs inside. when you turn back to hand him the towel, you see him pull his mask off and shake his hair out like a dog.

"hi," he says happily, grinning at you. you throw the towel at him, laughing.

"hi," you reply, sitting back down on your bed. peter dries his hair with the towel, then moves to your closet, where you had stashed away some extra clothes for him to wear on days like this.

he throws the towel over his shoulder as he moves aside your sweaters and shirts to find a pair of sweatpants and an oversized "i ❤️ nyc" shirt. you lay on your stomach and scroll on your phone, trying to decide on a movie.

you feel the bed dip beside you and you turn to see your boyfriend smiling at you. "you're so pretty," he says.

"says you," you reply as he wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek.

"you are!" he protests.

you shake your head, laughing. "okay, buddy," you remark.

he kisses your cheek again. you roll over so you're facing him, and kiss his nose. you end up falling asleep, some chick flick you found on netflix playing softly in the background.

a few hours later, you wake up to a cold bed. you roll over, groaning, to see peter hurriedly putting his spider-suit back on.

he notices you awake and starts quickly explaining, something about a bank and a robbery. you get up out of bed and kiss him in an attempt to shut him up.

his hands immediately drop his mask and go to your waist. his kisses are always the same, sweet and loving. after a few seconds, he pulls away. "im sorry," he apologizes, leaning back down to pick up his mask.

"it's fine," you wave it off, moving behind him to zip up his suit. he turns his face, a slightly guilty look on his face.

he kisses your cheek and moves towards the window. crouched on the sill, he shoots a web out.

"hey." you say, stopping him.

"hm?" he turns, mask half on his face.

"be safe." you walk over and kiss his nose. taking a deep breath, you say the words that have been caught in your throat for what feels like the past thousand years. "i love you."

from what you can see of his face, his cheeks turn pink. "really? i- oh, uh, that's great! i mean- shit," he stammers. "i love you too."

you laugh at his response. "go save new york, spiderman. i'll be waiting."

he nods, pulling his mask fully over his grinning face. as he swings away, you hear him yell, "I LOVE YOU Y/N!!" he disappears over the rooftops, in the direction of wailing sirens, and you laugh quietly to yourself.

"i love you too, peter."

[wilsonlanez]

Peter Parker's Day Off Pt. 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter Parker needs a day off. Faking illness and avoiding getting caught, who better to do it with than his best friend and girlfriend?

Wc: 5.3k

Cw: Popular!asshole!peter, he's literally ferris so he's a lowkey terrible friend. also the reader is described as female, but absolutely no other defining characteristics. no use of (y/n). Gwen is also like peter's sister as she's who i chose for Jeanie, but not actually his sister, idk it's not really expanded upon.

a/n: boom. finally. yup. except it's literally just the plot of Ferris Bueller, but the original cut plot. Also it can be any peter, but i just love me some tasm. Also, ignore that Osborn comes before Parker in the alphabet, its for the plot. i already have some of the other parts written, so stay tuned! ok i love u bye.

“Where’s my wallet!?”

“You idiot!”

“Shut up!”

“Who pissed on the toilet seat!? MOTHER!!--”

“...Peter?”

Thundering footsteps echo up the hall, and the sound of a door slamming open registers in Peter’s ears.

“What’s the matter?” Uncle Ben breathlessly pushes out.

“It’s Peter!” Aunt May exclaims, worry evident on her brazen features. Uncle Ben continues to stare at her while catching his breath, not throwing a single glance at Peter, before passing back a quick “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? For Christ’s sake, Ben! Look at him!”

That’s when he finally takes a close look at the young boy’s unmoving form on his bed, May leaning in too. Laying on his side, he stares lifelessly out right past Ben and May with his mouth open, eyes bugged out of his head. 

May and Ben continue to stand at his bedside. They are quite handsome, middle class parents, standing dressed proudly for work, now adorned with grave expressions.

“Peter?” Ben tries. 

Aunt May shakes her head. “He doesn’t have a fever. But he says his stomach hurts and he’s seeing spots.”

All Peter responds with is a lifeless blink. 

Ben reaches down to tentatively put a hand on Peters’ head. “What’s the matter, Peter?” 

Peter smacks his lips, before slowly lifting his head, letting out a feeble “Papa?” and looking around, everywhere but at Ben.

May quickly interjects, telling Ben to feel Peter’s hands, stating they were cold and clammy. Peter takes a hand out from under his pillow for his uncle to feel, his uncle grasping onto it before letting out a quiet exclamation of disgust while yanking his hand back. A beat of silence passes. 

“I’m fine… I get up.” Peter pushes out, quickly sitting up from the bed before a quick “NO!” from his aunt and uncle, as well as their hands on his chest, stop him in his tracks and he falls gracefully back down onto his pillow. 

Peter pretends to resist their hands once more, pushing himself up over and over as they resiliently push him back down every time as he talks breathlessly.

“I have a test today. I have to take it. I-I want to go to a good college so I can have a fruitful life.” 

“Honey, you are not going to school like this now!” and before May can speak any further, the beat of an angry foot tapping repetitively begins to fill the thickness of Peters’ room, a voice swiftly interjecting. 

“Oh fine. What’s this? What’s his problem?” 

There stands Gwen, having walked into his room just seconds prior, watching the scene unfold. She’s got her perfectly manicured nails gripping onto her waist, one leg stuck out and tapping. She’s already dressed and ready for school, cute as always, with a headband sitting perfectly on her blonde locks. She’s cute and stuck up, a major pill.

May slowly spins around, a stern look on her face.

“He doesn’t feel well.”

“Yeah, right. Dry that one out and you can fertilize the lawn.” Gwen snaps, her head tilting, a sour look adorning her features.

Just then, Peter smacks his lips once more, calling out “Gwen? Gwen, is that you? Gwen? I can’t see that far!” while once again looking everywhere but at who he was calling for. Gwen can only look at him, a mixture of incredulous and angry. Peter’s eyes finally land on the girl, a smile starting to creep up on his face. 

“Gwen! Gwen, I-” big heaving breaths start to leave his mouth in quick puffs, before his eyes roll back and he dramatically flops backwards back onto his pillow. 

A sarcastic smile creeps up on her face, ‘Bite the big one, Junior’ escaping her lips as she pretends to wipe her mouth, her middle finger sticking straight up.

“Thank you, Gwen. You get to school.” May begins, unaware of the exaggerated wink and grin Peter has just sent to Gwen from behind her back. 

“Wh- You’re letting him stay home?! I can’t believe thi- If I was bleeding out my eyes you guys’d make me go to school, this is so unfair.” 

Peter lifts his head slightly. “Gwennie, please don’t be upset with me. You have your health, be thankful.” He quickly spares a glance at May and Ben, and once sure they weren’t looking at him, he lets out a smile resembling a cringe, all teeth, before holding a finger to his lips to mimic a ‘Shh’. 

He puts his head back down with a groan, causing his aunt and uncle to finally turn their attention back to him, cooing at him in pity. 

Gwen glares at Peter, her eyes mascara and vengeance. She quickly storms out, not before a stern “That’s it, I want out of this family.” was thrown at the three of them. 

May sighs once more as Peter begins to speak again. 

“I’m okay. I’ll just sleep. M-maybe I’ll have an aspirin around noon.”

“Now listen-” May begins softly. “I’m only working at the hospital for a few hours today. The receptionist'll know where I am if you need me, okay?”

“I’ll check on you too, pal.”

Peter smiles up at them, before darting his eyes back and forth bashfully.

“It’s nice to know I have such a loving, caring family. You're both very special people.”

Peter gives a pathetic flutter of his eyelashes, a kiss promptly being placed on his forehead and he feels a strong hand on his shoulder, giving a squeeze. 

“Now, you get better, pumpkin.” A finger taps his nose thrice.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” He nasally shoots back, another all teeth cringe hitting his face, before following up with a few snaps of his teeth together. 

“And Peter, if you need anything-” Ben throws up a phone motion with his hands, Peter mimicking the motion, with a quiet “ringy dingy” escaping his ludicrous smile.

May and Ben leave the room with a single last glance and ‘I love you’ thrown at Peter, his response being an even flow of ‘mimimimimimi’.

With his bedroom door now firmly closed, Peter lays back with his eyes closed for a few seconds, before slowly starting to sit up, eyes glued to the door. He sits there, gaze unwavering, before hearing the front door slam shut, and his head snaps forward.

“They bought it.”

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Incredible. One of the worst performances in Peter’s career and they never doubted it for a second. Peter yanks open his blinds and takes a deep inhale as he basks in the fresh sunshine coming through his window. 

How could he be expected to stay home on a day like this?

This was Peter’s ninth sick day this semester, it’s getting pretty tough for him to come up with new illnesses. If he goes for ten, he’s gonna have to barf up a lung, so he’d better make this one count. 

Peter’s plan, in his mind, was simple. No doubt it was very well thought out and articulated, but still fairly straightforward. Parents always fall for the clammy hands. It’s non specific, physical evidence of an illness. Parents, especially Aunt May being a nurse, are pretty hip to the fever scams. To make them work you gotta get the temperature up to what, 101, 102? You got a nervous mother and you end up in the doctor’s office and that’s worse than school.

Peter walks from his room, deciding to quickly take a shower. He says to himself ‘quickly’ but with his new shampoo mohawk, the dulcet sounds of ‘twist and shout’, and a perfectly good hairbrush microphone calling his name, he can’t help but get distracted.

After his performance, Peter gets to thinking about the test he has today, that part he didn’t lie about. It’s on european socialism, but what’s the point? He doesn’t plan on being European, and who gives a shit if they’re socialists? Not that he condones facism, or any ‘isms’ for that matter. In Peter’s humble opinion, ‘isms’ are not good. A person shouldn’t believe in an ‘ism’. They should believe in themself. 

A smile creeps to Peter’s face with that last thought, picturing that quote on a poster with a cat hanging onto a tree, with the phrase ‘hang in there!’ coined in big letters. 

Peter quickly runs back to his room and throws on some clothes, realizing how long he’s been taking, and makes his way out to the kitchen. 

He thinks about his plans for the day as he searches for breakfast. You have to plan things out before you take the day off. Otherwise, you get all nervous worrying about what to do and all you get is grief, but the whole point was to cut loose and enjoy. Then it's like-

He surveys his fridge, finding nothing in it before deciding to cross to the pantry.

-you blow your day and at about three o’clock, when everybody’s out of school, you’re going to wish you’d gone to school so you could be out having fun. Avoid the misery. Plan your day. Do it right. 

Peter steps out of his pantry with a handful of oreos.

He skillfully throws himself into Uncle Ben’s armchair, cranking the lever and reclining, letting out a sigh at the comfort. There’s a lot of pressure at work with guys in his age group, and it’s not always recognized. Even just Peter himself, the weight of Spiderman on his shoulders, unable to be recognized for his hard work. He thinks about the chair he’s sitting in, thinking of some guy whose hair is falling out and his stomach is hanging over his belt, he looks at someone like Peter and thinks “This kid’s young and strong and has a full, rich future ahead of him, what’s he got to bitch about?” 

Peter reaches over and picks up the phone on the table sitting next to him. He quickly punches out a phone number.

The line rings, and Peter’s shoving a few oreos in his mouth all at once. 

That’s just one reason why he needs a day off every now and then.

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A teacher’s voice drones on at the front of the class, calling out name after name as students boredly raise their hands or let out harsh ‘here!’s, wishing they were anywhere else.

“Olsen?”

“Here.”

“O’Malley?’

Silence.

“O’Malley?”

“HERE.”

The teacher barely affords an eye roll at the harshness before moving on.

“Ortiz?”

A hand raise in return that he happened to catch.

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

A girl’s voice quickly interjects before he could drone on the name Parker any longer.

“Uhm, he’s sick. My best friend’s, sister’s, boyfriend’s, brother’s, girlfriend, heard from this guy, who knows this kid, who’s going with a girl, who saw Peter pass out at Delmar’s last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.”

The teacher gave her a weary look. 

“Thank you, Simone.”

“No problem whatsoever.”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

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A hand is snaking out from under the covers before the phone even begins to ring. Just as the first shrill sound hits his ears, he gives a firm push to the speakerphone button. 

“Hello?”

“Harry, babe, what’s happening?” Peter’s chipper voice is ringing out through a dark, dreary room. The shades are drawn, floor littered in used tissues, the nightstand a still-life of over the counter remedies. 

Harry, Peter’s long time best friend, is laying on his back, covers pulled up to his chin. He is but a silhouette, with the faint outline of a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

“Very little.” is his response.

“Well how do you feel?” Peter prods impatiently.

“Shredded.”

Peter ignores his answer. “Is your father in the room?”

“He’s in Decatur. Unfortunately, he’s not staying. Where are you?”

Oreos threaten to rip Peter’s smile, as he quickly chews the second big handful he had shoved in his mouth. 

“I’m taking the day off. Now get dressed and come on over.”

“I can’t, stupid, I’m sick.” Harry retorts.

“Yeah, well that’s all in your head, come on over.”

Harry is insistent, his words coming out firm but waver slightly with his pained state. “I feel like complete shit, Peter, I can’t go anywhere.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear that-” a scoff leaves his lips “Now, come on over here and pick me UP. Sheesh.”

The void sounds of the dial tone fill Harry’s ears, Peter not even giving him a second more to protest before having ended the call. He snakes a hand back out and turns off the speaker, letting out a mumble of ‘I’m dying’ while staring holes into his ceiling.

He barely has a second more to mull before the shrill sound of his phone ringing hits his ears once again. 

Harry places the call on speaker and doesn’t make a move to say anything, but Peter fills the silence before he even has the thought to. 

“You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.”

Harry gives the phone a glare as if it were Peter himself on the desk, and this time he presses the hang up button.

Peter puts down the receiver.

If anybody needs a day off, it’s Harry. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates, he can’t be wound up this tight and go to college, his roommate would kill him. Harry is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you’d have a diamond. 

With Peter now off his line (and his ass), Harry lays back and enjoys the silence. The silence was quickly cut short, however, as Harry began to quietly sing to himself. 

“When Harry was in Egypt’s land… Let my Harry go…”

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“May Parker.”

“This is Curt Connors, Dean of students.”

A hand comes up to smack against her forehead, a shocked look taking over May’s face. 

“Oh my god, oh, I am so sorry, I- I just completely forgot to call!”

Connors’ biting voice continues through the receiver. “Then you are aware that your son is not in school today?”

“Yes, I am. Peter is home sick. Now, I had a lot of patients first thing this morning, and I know I should have called but– It just completely slipped my mind. I really am very sorry.”

“Are you also aware, Mrs. Parker, that Peter does not have what we consider to be an exemplary attendance record?”

“Well I-I don't understand-” May is swiftly cut off by Principal Connors. “He has missed an unacceptable number of school days. In the opinion of this educator, Peter is not taking his academic growth seriously. Now, I’ve spent my morning examining his records. If Peter thinks he can just coast through his last month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken.”

“Well this is all news to me!” May’s voice finally breaks back out. 

The monitor sat on Connor’s desk currently displays Peter’s records, a big number 9 sitting next to his absentee score. 

“So far this semester alone, Peter has been absent nine times, including today.”

“Nine times!? I don’t remember him being sick nine times!” May's shrill voice cuts through the receiver. 

Curt turns to his monitor. Faster than he could blink, the number has changed from a 9, to a 2.

His face contorted to one of shock. He quickly begins shouting for his assistant, Grace, who is busy huffing white out at her desk in her own little world. 

“Now listen, Mr. Connors. I can assure you that Peter is at home, and he is very sick. In fact, I debated whether or not I should even leave him this morning. Now I can appreciate how this time of year children are prone to taking the day off. However. In Peter’s case I can assure you he’s truly a very sick boy!”

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Gwen traverses down the hall, her purse held tightly against her side as she makes her way to her next class. She hears quick footsteps coming from behind her, and she slows her pace when she hears her name being called.

“Hey! Gwen! I’m really sorry about Peter.”

She lets out a scoff. “What are you sorry for? I have to live with the trouser snake.”

“No, I mean I heard he’s really sick.”

“Wha- Who said he’s sick?”

“A whole bunch of people. They said he’s like on the verge of death.”

Gwen abruptly stops walking to stare at the girl incredulously. Her friend quickly realizes that Gwen has stopped, and turns to face her. 

“Yeah. This guy in my biology class said that if Peter dies, he’s giving his eyes to Stevie Wonder. What a sweetie! Anyways, gotta go. See you later, Gwen!”

Gwen can only stand and stare after her, not believing what she just heard. The warning bell quickly lets off, alerting students of the time, but Gwen makes no move to begin walking. 

“Hey Gwe-”

“Shut up.”

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Curt sits hunched over his computer, comparing what the absentee count is on there versus on his printed copy. Grace looms ominously over his shoulder, but he takes no notice.

“Y’know, I don’t trust this kid any farther than I can throw him.”

“With your bad knee, you better not throw anybody, Curt.” Principal Connors’ can only stare at her for a long moment, before turning back to his screen.

“What’s so dangerous about a character like Peter Parker is that he gives the good kids bad ideas. The last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Peter Parker disciples running around these halls.”

Grace ponders for a moment with a tilt of her head before pointing up with her finger. “Y’know, he’s very popular, Curt. Sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers, richies, they all adore him.”

“That’s exactly why I have to catch him this time. To show these kids that the example he sets is a first class ticket to nowhere.”

Grace ooo’s and wiggles around before gushing “You sounded like Dirty Harry just now!”

Connors’ looks up with a proud smile, asking a short ‘really?’ before unconsciously doing the Clint Eastwood squint. 

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Peter sits at his desk, telephone receiver in one hand up to his ear, his computer mouse in the other, tracing out a drawing in MS paint. A Modigliani nude, of all things. 

“Harry, if you’re not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. I’m serious, man. This is bullshit, making me wait around the house for you.”

Peter can’t see him, but he knows Harry is back in bed. 

“I’m sick, I feel like shit. Why can’t you leave me alone?” Harry whines out. 

“You’re not up for some good times? It’s a beautiful day, it’s almost summer. If this was Hawaii, we’d be surfing.” Peter is slowly growing weary of Harry’s wimpiness, continuing with harsh words. “You want to stay home and try to have the shits? Try to barf? Try to feel worse?”

“I don’t have to try.”

“C’mon, Harry. Be a man! Take some Pepto and get dressed. You’re boring me with all of this stuff and-” He’s quickly cut off by the other phone line ringing out. 

“Squeeze your buns for a sec, man. I got another call.”

He puts Harry on hold, clears his throat, and answers the second line. He made sure to sound like he was on his last breath. 

“H--hell -o?” 

“Peter? You sound miserable.” Uncle Ben’s voice fills Peter’s ear. 

“Really? Darn. I thought I was improving.”

“Well. Oh, sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Nah, I was trying to do some homework.” Peter tucks the receiver against his ear as he leans closer to focus on his crude drawing. “I’m super worried about falling behind. Hey, can you hold on a sec?”

“Sure, bud. You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little phlegm on the phone. Hold on.”

He swiftly puts his father on hold and switches the line back to the one Harry waits for him on. 

“Harry? It’s Uncle Ben. It’s completely cool, he just wanted to check up on me. Now, listen to me, Harry. I’m working on getting some heavy bucks out of him. So, the least you can do is hurry up and get over here. Bye.”

He disconnects with Harry without further conversation, and switches back to the other line. 

“Sorry Uncle Ben. The moment before you called, I had a chest spasm and I blew fluid all over the place.” Peter cringed for a quick moment at his word choice before continuing on. “It was making me ill looking at it. But gee, it's sure great of you to call. I’m sure there are a lot of fathers who wouldn’t take time out from their busy schedules to call a dumb, sick teenager.”

“Hey, pal, what was I supposed to do?”

Peter reaches out to hit a key on his computer. The screen dumps the drawing and a message starts to flash. ‘Transmitting data…’

“Give yourself some credit, Uncle Ben. It was a mammoth gesture. It’s like those savings bonds you used to give me every christmas. It was that kind of concern.” Peter quickly sits back in his seat, feet placed on the desk. “You had to work hard to buy those things, right? You work so hard I’ll bet you don't even remember where those bonds are, right?”

Peter looks over as his computer pings. His lewd drawing appears on a billboard right outside, pedestrians stop to look. After a beat, Peter points in the air as if to cue Ben.

“Wrong.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just pulling my leg, trying to cheer me up.”

“Like hell I am. They’re in a shoebox in my closet!” Ben states proudly. Peter smiles and pumps his fist. 

“Uncle Ben? All this talking has made me kind of light headed. I think I’d better lie down.” 

“Alright, pal. I’ll call you after lunch. Bye now.”

Before Peter could protest about a second phone call, the dial tone was sounding in his ear. Peter sighs before standing up, heading to his father’s closet. He’s so disappointed in Harry right now. He would bet $20 that he’s sitting in his car debating on whether or not he should go out. 

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Harry sits in his car, head resting directly on the wheel. 

“We’re gonna get caught. No doubt about it.” He cuts the engine, yanking his keys out of the ignition. 

“I’m not doing it.”

A beat passes.

“He’ll keep calling until I come over.” He says with a sigh, restarting the engine. 

Another beat passes.

“Actually what’ll happen is I’ll get caught. Peter’ll escape.” Harry cuts the engine once more and rips open his door, jumping out, before slamming it closed. He determinedly walks back inside, ready to lay back down and rest. 

A few moments pass and Harry comes stomping back out, letting out a guttural yell of defeat, with a chuck of his car keys to the ground.

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A stunningly beautiful girl is sitting at her desk in a droning history class, longingly staring out the window at the cloudless, sunny sky as the tweedy male teacher delivers his utterly dry and dusty lecture.

You are abruptly taken out of your thoughts of the beautiful weather as the classroom door bangs open, and the school nurse walks in. She crosses the room to your teacher and whispers in his ear, a solemn look on her face. The teacher's face, in turn, drops as he’s delivered an obvious piece of disturbing news. He nods grimly, before the nurse turns to face the students.

She calls out your name, and you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. The nurse emanates the perfect picture of compassion and pity. 

“Hey, hon. Can I see you outside for a moment? There’s been an emergency.”

A small smile curls at your lips which you quickly wipe off of your face, and begin to pack up your books. While gathering your books, you glance at the girl next to you, who’s still staring at you. 

“Dead Grandmother.” You whisper, unable to stop the uptilt of your lips from creeping back as you speak.

Out in the hall, the nurse gently holds your hand as she puts a comforting arm around your shoulder and you pretend to cry as she 'breaks the news'. 

“Dead Grandmother.”

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“Dead Grandmother?” Connors asks suspiciously. 

He is currently sitting at his desk, Grace standing ominously once again, this time across from him. 

“That’s what her father said. I had Florence notify her.” Grace said with a pitying shake of her head.

“Who’s this girl going out with?”

“It’s so hard to tell. I see her with Peter Parker a lot.”

“Could you get me her fathers daytime number?” An evil smile takes over Curt’s features. His suspicions are confirmed. Grace begins to walk out, but the sound of Principal Connors’ phone ringing stopped her in her tracks, turning to pick up the call.

“Curt Connors office. Yes. Can you hold? Thank you.” She places the call on hold before slowly turning to meet Connors expecting gaze. “It’s her father.”

He immediately startles, and he stares incredulously at Grace, reaching for the receiver as she opens her mouth to speak again. “Do you still want his daytime number?”

He answers her with an annoyed look. She smiles brightly before backing away, Connors punching the hold button. 

“Curt Connors.”

“Curt? Yes, hello, we’ve had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.”

Curt rolls his eyes at this, Her father so obviously not on the other line. He lets out a quiet guffaw before speaking again. 

“I heard. And, gosh, I’m all broken up. Huh? Oh, sure. I’d be happy to release your daughter from class. You produce a corpse, and she’ll make her way right out the door. I want to see this dead grandmother firsthand.” Grace stops cold in the doorway, turning to Curt in horror. He covers the bottom of the receiver before speaking to her. “It’s Peter Parker, nervy little punk. I’m gonna set a trap and let him walk right into it!”

Uncovering the box, he continues. “That’s right. Cart the stiff in and I’ll turn over your daughter. Sorry, school policy. Was this your mother?”

The other line ringing pulls Grace out of her stupor, leaving the office to go pick up the other line from her desk. 

“Curt Connors office.” 

Her jaw drops. 

“H-hold please.” 

She slams down the receiver, hurrying back into his office. Connors had not even begun to let up his smug persona on the call, harsh words emanating through the office, further spiking Grace’s anxiety. 

“I'll tell you what, you don’t like my policies, you can just come on down and smooch my big ol' ugly ass, how about that?” He’s smirking, Grace’s arms flailing furiously in the doorway, leaving him unfazed. He gives her an annoyed glance and tries to wave her away, but she stomps her foot and harshly whispers to him. He covers the phone, barking out a ‘what!?’

“Peter Parker’s on line two.”

The pencil falls in slow motion from his fingers, horror overtaking him completely as he glances at the phone. The second line light is flashing menacingly at him.

He gives one single blink, a twitch, and then he’s pressing on line two. 

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Peter’s smoothing his shirt out as he speaks, using the same sickly voice he used on his father. “Mr. Connors? I’m sorry to disturb you at work, but I was wondering if it would be possible for Gwen to bring home any assignments from my classes I may need? Thank you, sir.”

The line clicks. From the kitchen, another faux deep voice begins to speak up. 

“You oughta be sorry, for Christ’s sake! A family member dies and you insult me. What’s the matter with you, anyways?” Peter can hear the faint sound of Principal Connors' voice apologizing profusely on the other end of the line. “Well pardon my french, but you’re an asshole!” Harry’s voice grows louder with each word, growing taught from the exertion of dropping his voice three octaves.

“This isn’t over yet, Buster! You just make sure that my daughter’s out in front of the school in ten minutes, you hear me?” Curt’s response of ‘loud and clear’ is feeble. “Call me sir, god dammit!”

Peter then strolls into the kitchen to catch the last part of the phone conversation more clearly. Harry covers the phone. 

“I'm scared shitless, Peter! What if he can guess my voice?!” Harry’s eyes are wide. 

“Impossible. You’re doing great.”

Harry lets out an unconvinced noise, going back to the call. “I don’t have all day to bark at you, so I’ll make this short and sweet.” Peter sends him an enthusiastic thumbs up, Harry smiling proudly in return. “I want my daughter out in front of the school in ten minutes. By herself, I don’t want anyone around.”

A resounding smack rings out in the kitchen. Harry jumps away and gives Peter a hurt and questioning look, like a dog being reprimanded for wagging his tail, unable to understand what we did wrong.

“Out in front by herself!? That’s too suspicious! He’ll think something’s up, moron! Fix it!”

Harry panics, shoving the phone out towards Peter. “You do it!” Harry exclaims. Peter angrily waves his arms in front of him. “Talk!” and Harry is clearing his throat.

“I changed my mind, fella. You be out front with her! I wanna have a few words with you!”

The slap that emanates through the kitchen most certainly escapes out the door and echoes throughout the entire neighborhood. The phone clatters to the ground out of Harry’s hand, skidding to a halt near the fridge. 

They both scramble to pick it up, Harry’s voice frantically calling out to Connors the second he hastily pulls the receiver back up to his ear, the cord ending up wrapped around his neck. 

“On second thought, I don’t have time to talk to you. We’ll get together soon and have lun-” the sound of a dial tone fills Harry’s ear, turning to see Peter’s finger on the switch hook, steam practically coming from his ears. 

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“I asked you first.”

“How are we supposed to go pick her up if Connors’ is gonna be there with her!?” Peter exclaims, his arms waving around furiously. 

“I said for her to be there alone, and you freaked!”

“My god you are so stupid. I didn’t hit you, I lightly slapped you.”

Harry gives him a blank stare. “You hit me. Look, don't ask me to participate in your shit if you don't like the way I do it!” Peter gives an incredulous look at his stupidity, Harry’s anger exemplifying with his embarrassment. “I was home, sick. You get me out of bed, bring me over here, make me jeopardize my future, make me make a phoney phone call to the dean of students, a man who could squeeze my nuts into oblivion, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.”

“I didn’t deliberately hurt your feelings.” Peter shoots back. 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, really.”

Harry glares at Peter. “Hey Peter? Have a nice life.” He turns on his heel and sassily saunters out of the kitchen, causing Peter to let out a defeated sigh. 

“Harry?” “Stick it up your ass, Peter.” “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jam you. It was uncalled for.” 

Harry stops in his tracks, and peeks over his shoulder at Peter. “You mean that?” 

“Dead serious.”

Harry turns around fully and smiles, accepting Peter’s lackluster apology. 

“You did kinda screw up though, right?” Peter begins, causing Harry’s eyes to narrow and lets out a suspicious ‘why?’ 

“Well, to fix this situation, I’m gonna have to ask you for a small favor…”

Harry’s jaw twitches. 

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“Am I busy this weekend?” Peter’s eyes grew to the size of plates as he repeated your question, “no, no I’m not busy, I’m-, uh, w-why do you wanna know?”

“Well, the natural history museum has this new exhibit that I really wanna go see,” you fiddled with the blue pen in your grasp, “and I was just wondering if you wanna go with me?”

“Go?” he echoed breathlessly, “with you?”

“I mean, it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, I get it-,” you glanced down at your shoes though swiftly blinked back up into his warm chocolaty eyes as he hastily interrupted.

“No, no, I do! I wanna go! W-with you, please,” he awkwardly urged, his hand shooting out as if you were running away from him.

“Yeah?” you bit down on the smile curling up on your lip.

“Yeah, yes,” he nodded, “this weekend, you and me at the natural history museum.”

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[darling-im-wonderstruck]

i’ll keep your brittle heart warm.

synopsis : peter was always on your mind, you were always on his, perhaps that would make him a little bit of a distraction.

pairing : frat!peter parker x reader

wc : 1k

warnings : FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF, uhmmm soft making out !!! other than that… i guess peter being an absolute idiot (a down bad idiot), but even if this is cliché as hell, it’s super cute and fluffy :)

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a/n : hi ! sorry the fic is a little late this week, but frat!peter has been on my mind constantly shehhsjsns <3 he’s leaning more towards the peter more than the frat butttt i wanted him to be a little softer for this one :) big big thank you to @strawberrystarcake for the help on the editing, and @toms-gf for giving me the idea (this one is for u hehe)

“parker, you joining us?” the familiar voice echoes from the other side of the room. peter winces, not at all because he was opposed to the idea, but he’d made plans with you.

“uh- i’ll catch up later? i have somewhere to be.” the boys, all spread out in various positions on the couch, smirked and ‘ooo’ed at the implications of that.

liam speaks first. “right, got plans with your girl?” peter nods.

“ooh, you’re so down bad, parker, it’s not even a joke anymore.” james, another one of his friends, gives him a soft shove.

maybe he was right.

peter had never planned for your arrangement to escalate into anything further than a fling, and though he had never been an expert when it came to matters of the heart, he knew that he was too far gone.

it wasn’t uncommon for him to find himself smiling at the thought of you. he was constantly lost in thought, and sometimes, it became difficult to snap him out of his dream-like state.

even when his mind wasn’t completely occupied by the thought of you, he found that you had been living rent free in a certain corner of his mind. he’d catch himself wondering about you or associating little things around him with you. 

he wasn’t all too familiar with this feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just confusing to navigate.

he’s never felt this way before. his heart never fluttered at a subtle touch, he never felt like he was melting whenever someone walked into the room, he never felt his heartbeat race at mere eye contact.

but with you? you had him feeling everything all at once.

but, of course, he hasn’t told you this, any of this. but he had a gut feeling that you might feel the same way, and that was enough for him to allow himself to fall deeper, as irrational as it may be.

it was no longer ‘maybe he was right’, and peter knew. to put it simply, he was right.

“better get going, you don’t want your girl waiting on you,” trent blurts, interrupting peter’s train of thought.

“right. i’ll see you guys later?” peter says, the boys nod and wave him goodbye as he walks out the door.

“oh, love.” liam sighs dreamily as the rest of the boys snicker.

as soon as peter enters the library, he’s met with a sense of comforting familiarity. before anything had begun happening between the both of you, you two had spent a lot of your time in the halls of this library. whether it were nights filled with endless work, or simply wandering around in attempt to find books you could read together.

he knew exactly where to find you: a certain corner of the library that you claimed to be ‘warmer and cozier’ than anywhere else.

he spots you browsing the history section, your face scrunched up, clearly focused. he sees all your things, messily laid on top of a wooden table, the one you always use.

he smiles to himself before sneaking behind the bookshelf you were browsing, and just as you pull a book from the shelf, you catch a glint of brown eyes from the other side. you stay silent for a moment, before smiling at one another.

then you shove the book between you two, and the next thing peter hears are quick footsteps.

peter’s utterly confused, he didn’t notice the look of mischief written all over his face.

“baby?” he whisper shouts, scrambling around the area before catching a glimpse of your figure, running from one shelf to another.

then it hits him, you were messing with him.

his look of mischief matches yours once he realizes, he follows quickly behind you, and before you know it, you’re up against a bookshelf, inches away from peter.

“hi.” you send him a cheeky grin, one that he sends right back to you.

“you’re going to drive me crazy.” his eyes gaze softly at yours, before trailing down to your lips.

“i know.” you quip, before moving as fast as you can to try and run away once more.

“ab-up-up.” he tuts, catching you once more. his lips brush softly over yours, lingering for a moment, before he presses his lips against yours. one hand finds its way to your waist, he uses it to pull you closer towards him.

but you find yourself shoving him aside, “peter! this is why i came early!” you slowly make your way back to the table, peter trailing after you like a puppy.

“what do you mean?” it was as if you could hear the pout in his voice, so you don’t allow yourself to look back.

“you’re… very distracting.” you make sure your tone is soft, you didn’t mean it in a negative way and you wanted peter to know that.

“am not!” he takes your hand, turns you around, and suddenly, you’re inches away from him again.

“seriously!? look at what you’re doing!” this time, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“there it is.” he smiles softly, appearing pleased.

“there’s what?”

“that laugh i’ve been waiting to hear all day.” you’re pressed against one another, his warmth surrounded you. “permission to lean in, m’lady?” dork.

“permission granted.”

he leans in, your chest feels warm as your lips make contact. 

he cups your cheeks to pull you even closer, if possible, as if letting you go would be the end of him. your hands curl into his hair, you begin to feel goosebumps wherever his hands traveled; down your waist, approaching your thighs as he drew lazy patterns with his fingers.

you could never truly get over the way your lips pieced together perfectly, how it felt like his were caressing yours ever so softly.

whenever your lips part, he whispers soft words you can barely understand, like he’s taking it all in. he finds himself grinning into the kiss, which was apparently infectious, because so were you.

“told you! distraction.” 

“oh, shut up.” he says, before pulling you in once more.

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teenage fever - p.p **

summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school

peter parker x reader

smut warning pookies 🤭

“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“

peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.

“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”

she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”

so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.

he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.

she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”

“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.

“my shitty calc teacher, right?”

“mhm, go on.”

“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”

peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.

her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.

“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”

“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“what?” he asks.

“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”

she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.

they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.

he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.

“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.

“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”

“i want you to wear this every day.”

“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.

his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.

she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”

“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.

she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.

the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”

she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.

once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.

“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”

“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.

“you’re this wet for me already?”

“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”

“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”

she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.

he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.

they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”

she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.

he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”

he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.

“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.

“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.

“thank you,” she says.

“for what?”

“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.

lil extra smth

when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.

they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.

“what’s got her so bubbly today?”

“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.

“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”

[soraphic]

you're gripping peter so hard you feel woozy,the contracting muscles of his biceps rippling under your palms as you wailed -- "oh,god! pete!"

one of your legs was secured against his pistoning hip,his spidey-strength had him holding your entire body weight with one arm,tilting you slightly upwards in a way that had him fucking you so deeply you felt him in your stomach.

his other was at your waist,his flat palm nearly the size of your torso,using it to pull and twist you at an angle that satisfied you both. you often caught yourself wondering whether his sheer size,in more ways than one, was an effect of the bite or if he was just blessed by birth.

"such a pretty girl." he cooed,bringing a hand to run through your hair,lightly massaging your scalp in a way that had you purring.

he could tell by the glint in your eyes accompanied by the excessive gnawing at your lip,you needed more. he wanted you speechless. so,he lowered your ass to the bed,slightly tugging your body forward as he manoeuvred your legs securely over his shoulders,your thighs pressed tightly to his chest while he drilled into you.

the new position had you reeling,head thrashing against the pillows and a loud screech being ripped from you - "peter!"

"i know,baby,i know," wet kisses were placed against your ankle,his legs flexing as he used the muscle he had to pound into you.

there was a sudden flash of lights outside the window,blue and red pouring over the both of you,accompanied by the wail of sirens flooding the room. your head snapped to peter,knowing what that meant but still somewhat hopeful.

peter was biting down on his bottom lip,one hand splayed across your stomach as he concentrated on getting you where he needed you. he was pushing as deep as he possibly could,applying pressure to where he could feel himself slipping inside you in the hopes it would have you falling apart quicker.

there was a vibration on the nightstand,both of you audibly groaning at the contact name 'yuri watanabe',though yours ended in more of a moan.

"i need you to cum for me,baby,can you do that?" he leaned back against his heels,hitting you from an entirely different angle that had you crying out,red nails coming to scratch at his abs.

"hm?" he punctuated it with a particularly forceful thrust.

"yes! for you!" your eyes were screwed shut,mouth agape and ear splitting mewls leaving you.

"'atta girl." his thumb jutted out to rub circles at your clit,jaw clenched in deep focus.

the sounds of chaos outside were growing more prevalent,peters sense desperately dragging him to your window while he fought it off. what kind of a hero would he be if he left his girl high-and-dry to go stop some amateur bank robbery?

his movements against your clit sped up,switching from rubbing soft circles to expertly flicking the bud the way he knew you liked. he had you coming shortly after,clenching around him and almost deafening him with your squeals.

you focused on catching your breath,eyes heavy-lidded and basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. they opened to the sight of your boyfriend,mask in hand and kitted up,perched over your window sill. "wait! but- pete,you didn't finish?"

his head snapped to his phone vibrating once again on the dresser,which felt a lot more obnoxious this time,although he was thankful for the reminder. he had almost forgotten it.

he was over to your side of the room in less than 3 steps,pressing a kiss to your forehead while he snagged his phone. "i'll be just fine,baby,don't worry about it."

in a flash he was repositioned at the window once again,giving you one glance and a cheeky smile before pulling his mask over his face and diving out into the city.

the soft thwips of his web shooters grew quieter,more distant,as you eventually settled into bed,thinking of how you would repay him when he got back.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐧?

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → boundary issues? Fluff

Summary → Peter doesn't really know bathroom boundaries.

You sighed in relief as the warm water cascaded over your body, soothing your sore muscles after a long day. The steam enveloped the bathroom, creating a calming atmosphere as you began humming a random tune. Showers were your sanctuary, a rare moment of peace where you could relax without interruptions.

Until Peter Parker happened.

A soft knock on the bathroom door disrupted your bliss. You furrowed your brows, already knowing who it was.

“Babe?” Peter’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“What?” You called out, already a little annoyed.

“How long are you gonna be in there?”

“I just got in, Peter,” you replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Give me at least ten minutes.”

There was a brief pause before he asked, “Can I come in?”

Your hand froze mid-reach for the shampoo. “Why? You already showered this morning.”

“I gotta pee!” He whined, his voice bordering on desperation.

“Then go to the common bathroom,” you said firmly, resuming your hair-washing routine.

“Noooo,” he drawled dramatically. “I’m coming in.”

“Peter, don’t you dare—”

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with his usual sheepish grin. “Hey, babe,” he said casually, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence.

“Peter Parker!” You hissed, leaning out from behind the glass shower door to glare at him. “Go to the common bathroom. Now! ”

“Come on,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to see you peeing,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes.

“Then don’t look,” he said with a smirk, stepping further inside as if he owned the place.

You rolled your eyes and shut the shower door with a huff, muttering under your breath about the nerve of some people. You heard him shuffling around before the distinct sound of him peeing filled the room.

“I can’t believe this,” you muttered to yourself, trying to block out the sound.

“You talkin’ to me, babe?” Peter called out teasingly.

“No, I’m talking to the universe for cursing me with a boyfriend who has zero bathroom boundaries,” you shot back, leaning against the wall of the shower.

“You love me, though,” he quipped, amusement laced in his tone.

“Debatable,” you muttered, though the corners of your mouth twitched upward despite yourself.

Peter flushed the toilet and you heard the sound of water running as he washed his hands.

“Don’t forget to put the toilet seat down,” you called out pointedly.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, the sound of the lid closing following shortly after.

You peeked out again, water dripping from your hair and face as you fixed him with a glare. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Parker.”

He grinned, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed. “You think I’m cute?”

You rolled your eyes and ducked back inside the shower. “Shut up and leave already.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, chuckling as he made his way to the door. “But just so you know, this counts as quality time. Don’t say I don’t make an effort.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“Love you too, babe,” he called out as he left, shutting the door behind him.

As the sound of his footsteps faded away, you couldn’t help but smile. Peter Parker may have been a menace, but he was your menace- and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[xdeariex]

peter parker blurb

old old draft i want to get out there. does anyone even read for peter anymore? 😓

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warnings : none, just fluff

no gender specified i believe <3

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at some point in your life you decided that walking into school with a sour mood everyday simply wasn’t going to do it anymore. you attended the place everyday, for 5 days a week and until you walked the stage in your cap and gown, that wasn’t going to change.

your boyfriend hadn’t quite caught that memo yet. you’d tease him about it, but either way you knew it was hard to think that way when you’re up till ungoldly hours of night tossing and turning, wincing when the crime fighting induced injuries were pressed down too hard on. the eyebags were unmistakeable, you could physically see the crook in his neck with the way he refused to straighten his posture.

normally, he’d try to hide that he was in pain. perhaps today it was all too much. you entered the building, spotting peter immediately and calmly making your way over to him. he was anything but focused, earbuds placed in his ears blasting music to distract just how much his ribs hurt with every breath he took.

“hi,” you spoke barely above a whisper. if it’s wasn’t for your hand sliding up his back and down his arm, he wouldn’t have known you were there. regardless, he melted into your touch instantly, turning to look at you and taking out the earbuds.

“hey,” his voice was raspy and weak, like he had woken up 5 minutes ago which was most likely the case.

“what’s up? you okay?” you looked him up and down to let him know what you meant.

“yeah fine.” he purses his lips in a thin line to flash you a smile that , either way, he knew you weren’t going to believe.

with a sigh, you brought both your hands to grab one of his, toying with his fingers as you scolded him. “why didn’t you stay home today? you can’t get better without rest.”

“gotta keep the grades up,” he attempted to joke.

“your grades are horrible.”

“you know i always straighten ‘em back out.” he quirked.

even when you were being grumpy and the furrow of your eyebrow was noticeable, peter loved seeing the sparkle in your eyes– the sparkle that may or may not have been caused by the reflection of the cheap school fluorescents. he loved how you cared about him and looked at him like he held the sun, moon and stars in his hands. it gave him motivation to keep going. not only cause you cared for him, but you cared about him. you hated seeing him not take care of himself. hated seeing him down.

“you’re right. i’m sorry.” a little smile, a genuine smile finally rose to his lips.

“don’t be sorry. just go to the nurse sometime today if the pain gets to bad. take a nap, drink water.”

“how is going to the nurse any different from just sleeping in the class.”

“peter!” you groaned.

“alright, baby. i hear you. i got it.” he leaned in closer, causing you to back away.

“did u brush your teeth this morning?” you tilted your head.

“yes,” he rolled his eyes.

“might’ve been the only thing you’ve done this morning then.” you referenced his messy hair, brushing his hair back with your fingers. he looked at you intently, in love with the focused look on your face. you caught his eyes, smiling at him.

“you really should’ve stayed home today.” your voice was soft this time, accusing tone thrown out.

“and miss out on this?”

your gaze softened. an unbelievable power of peters was the ability to make you feel so utterly lovesick with just his presence. your heart was swelling, each beat a confession of love for him it was all almost too much to handle. the thought of him struggling to sleep at night made you feel so bad. you wished you could take his pain from him, make it your own. even then he’d think the same for you.

“i love you.” you proclaimed in a tone so certain, so geniune.

“i love you too.” his lopsided grin grew and his eyes were flickering from your eyes, to your lips. a smirk now. “what about if we both got out of here?”

[astxroiid]

love stuff // mcu! peter parker

blurb! 18+ themes, minors dni, what happens when you take Peter to your favorite sex store.

navigation

When you first walk in, he’s cool.

All the lingerie and ropes in the front half seem pretty tame.

He even stares for a moment at the lace underwear for men, giving some thought before you drag him off to the back half of the store.

Once he passes through the doorway, his eyes go wide. His hand squeezes yours and his cheeks flush red.

Peter looks around in wonderment at all the naked forms and toys shaped like all kinds of body parts, now extremely nervous and red in the face. He's acting like the virgin he used to be. Before he got with you.

Of course he knew about most of this stuff. But the staggering realization that he could see it in real life will always be a shock.

You walk him through each of the many isles, pointing out your favorites.

Favorite? You’d been here enough to have favorites?!

You even, occasionally pointed out some that you owned.

Peter’s mind started to drift. Thoughts of what you do with some of these filling up his head. While some confused him, others made the fabric of his pants constrict around him.

Until you pointed at one particular item, asking Peter to get it.

A fake Spiderman mask.

“I just think I’d be kinda hot to be fucked by Spiderman. That’s all I’m saying.”

Little did you know.

thank you for reading !

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p.s. should I make a full fic out of this?

[generalkenobee]

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"