#tasm!peter

[sugugori]

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I love very casual dominance. It’s always the smallest things, too. It’s one thing to be intentionally dominate in bed, but when they’re doing it out of pure instinct it’s almost sexier. They don’t even realize how attractive it is. Like today, for whatever reason you’re nervous and it’s obvious if not by the way your leg is shaking under the coffee table. And as always, he’s found his spot besides you- maybe his hair is messy because it’s early and you’ve slept in. He nurses a hot black coffee with one hand, and he may tell you twice to stop bouncing your leg but you won’t hear it a third time. He won’t even look away from whatever’s got his attention before you feel the pressure of his hand on your knee. Pressing down until your knee can no longer bounce back up, his grip almost bruising. But his thumb moves to rub gentle circles on the area, a silent apology.

Other times, yeah, it does show up in bed. Like when he’s hitting that spot so good, too good, that you stop breathing for a few seconds. He’s literally taken your breath away, and he’s got you folded you in half. You don’t even realize it’s happening but he’s so in tune with your body that he picks up on every little thing. He won’t stop his movements either, still feeding you deep strokes, hand behind your head to soften the blow of the headboard. And when he notices, he’ll place his hand on your cheek so gently and say, “Breathe, baby.”

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[ptergwen]

can you do a fic where one of the peters (garfield or holland) is making out with the reader and starts to kiss and bite her neck and the little sounds she makes drives him insane

three strikes

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w/c: 655

warnings: making out, suggestiveness

a/n: i went with tasm!peter hehe, def a fluffier approach to it but so so adorable & i hope you enjoy! keep the reqs coming y'all <3

winter in the city is magical. everything in the park is covered in a light dusting of snow, all the stone pathways and the trees, couples hand in hand and kids playing. then, there's peter. he's looking up at the sky with his tongue stuck out. he's so focused on trying to catch snowflakes that he doesn't notice you digging your hands into the snow, collecting a handful.

something hits peter's chest; a snowball. he looks across the way, where you're smiling mischievously. he brushes the snow off his jacket, chuckling. you're already making another snowball.

"i dunno, babe. i wouldn't do that if i were you."

despite peter's warning, you aim your arm to throw.

"you're playing with fire, you know that?"

"no, i’m playing with snow."

"oh, that's cute. really cute."

you promptly hit peter with the snowball. he raises a challenging eyebrow, and you know you're in for it. you start to run away, giggling, peter chasing after you. he's quick to catch up. he grabs your waist and pins you against a streetlight, breathing out smoke into the cold air through laughter.

"you wanna try that again?"

peter's gaze darts between your eyes and lips. you bite back a grin.

"kind of."

"what a shame. it'd be strike three."

"what happens after strike three?"

"you wouldn't get this."

peter leans in and kisses you. you loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. he hums in content, hands squeezing your waist and lips trailing over to your cheek. he pecks both your cheeks, your nose, just above your lips, peppering kisses all over your face until you're giggling and trying to push him away.

"no, no, no, stop! that tickles!"

peter kisses down your chin and back up, across your forehead, over to your temple. you grin despite yourself, tugging at his locks that are damp with snow.

"i’m serious, pete! stop it!"

"no can do, babe. can't help myself, you're just too damn cute."

peter pecks your cheek a few times, earning a noise of protest.

"so cute i could eat you up."

"nuh uh."

you pull the zipper of your jacket all the way up so it's covering the lower half of your face.

"yeah huh."

peter leaves big, lingering kisses on your forehead, each one punctuated with a mwah. when you realize he's not going to let up, you finally concede. you uncover your face and capture his lips with yours, the only way to make him stop. your nose nudges his, head tilting to look at him.

"are you done?"

"not even close."

peter kisses you again. you kiss him back, smiling into it. he moves your jacket out of the way and continues his kiss attack, this time on your neck. you let him have his fun, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. you squeal when he finds one particular spot and nips at it.

"pete! what're you doing?"

"i told you, eating you up."

he playfully bites at your neck between a series of kisses, arms locked around your waist, drawing the most adorable sounds out of you that he can't get enough of. you thread your fingers through his hair.

"don't forget we're in public, mister."

your tone doesn't match your words, unconvincing, and you're resting your head on the lamp pole so peter has more access. he smirks.

"i know, they're just love bites."

he starts to suck at your neck. the pressure is light, but enough to leave a hickey. you play with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan. you feel the vibrations from peter laughing. you feel something poking at your thigh, too.

"and you're telling me we're in public? whew, i think we'd better get you home."

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

peter answers by holding you in place and kissing down your neck, making you breathless from laughter.

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[moonstruckme]

Awe, so sorry you’re not feeling the best, Mae! I hope you just continue to feel better and better each minute 🫂

If you’re still willing to take any sick fic requests, I’d love to request one for my dear tasm!peter <3 ofc no rush or pressure to do so, but thought I’d put the request in, just in case 🫶 feel better, lovely!

Ty angel! I did feel better surprisingly fast (still not totally better, but the worst of it was over faster than usual) and I think it was at least in part your well wishes :)

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 470 words

“Can you sit still?” 

“Sorry.” You stop scrunching your nose, letting Peter smear moisturizer around your nostrils. “I’m trying not to sneeze on you.” 

“Appreciate it, but I’m almost done…” He glances up, catching sight of your watery eyes. “You okay?” 

“Yeah. Stings a little.” 

Peter pouts. “Sorry. It’s pretty raw, sweetheart.” 

Peter’s trying to do what he can for your various aches and pains. A warm towel for your achy head, soup for your sore throat. There’s not much he can do about your runny nose, but he can try and soothe the parts chapped by constant use of tissues so it bothers you a little bit less. 

A hitch in your breathing makes him look up. You do your best to warn him, grabbing Peter’s wrist to push it away from your face while reaching for a tissue with your other hand. He sits up just as you rock forward on a violent sneeze. 

“Ugh,” you groan. Peter wishes he didn’t find your congested voice so funny, but he does. Cute, too. He tries to look appropriately sympathetic as you blow your nose. “Shit. Ruined all your hard work.” 

“Yeah, what the hell?” he teases you. He swipes the tip of his pointer finger lightly down your nose. 

It twitches warningly, and you look alarmed. “Stop.” 

“Poor girl.” 

“Stop that, too.” 

“What? What do you mean?” Peter frowns genuinely. “I’m not allowed to call it like I see it?” 

You give him a hard look. Not super effective, given your puffy eyes and the way you keep sniffling. “I’ll cry,” you threaten. “Don’t test me, Parker.” 

“Sheesh, alright, alright.” He rolls off of where he was straddling you, landing with his head on the pillow next to yours. Still, his voice has a cooish quality when he asks, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” 

You sigh. “You could web my nose shut.” 

It startles a laugh out of Peter. “Really? You want that?” 

“Seems like our best option.” 

“I don’t think your sinuses would like that very much.” 

“Good,” you mutter. “Why should I be the only one playing nice?” 

Peter’s delighted by you. Even trying your darndest to be grumpy and bitter, you’re adorable. You can’t help it. He kisses you on your nose, smitten. 

“How about a shower?” he coaxes. “You can just sit there in the steam, get all that gunk out of you. I’ll wash your hair. It’ll be nice.” 

The look you give him is enough to make Peter’s heart threaten to spill through his ribcage. Grateful, trusting, so in love it’s almost disgusting. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky as to be on the receiving end of a look like that. 

“I don’t deserve you,” you say, sniffling. 

Peter grins. “Good thing it’s not up to you, huh?”

[ailoda]

updated: 04.06.25

ᯓ★ smut

Couldn't Help Myself (✘): Peter Parker has an oral fixation. - college!au (@ohcaptains)

Professor Peter Parker (✘): the first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor! (@backtothefanfiction)

The Babydoll (❤✘): you’re usually much too shy for lingerie, but you’ll do anything for peter parker. he appreciates the effort. (@luveline)

Pretty Sounds (✘): peter encourages you to make noise during your first time together. (@luveline)

I Want To (❤✘): peter loves to do all the work when it comes to making you feel good. but when he's been so good for you, you have to return the favour, right?(@lovelettersforthedamned)

Too Much (❤✘): "can we take a break? I'm enjoying this but need a break." (@iridescentparkers)

Just a Game (✘): you and Peter like to play a game. It requires no trivia or plastic pieces. Just two people and feigned innocence. (@withahappyrefrain) (warning: CNC, which has been discussed explicitly)

Pain Relief (✘): spider-man likes you a little bit too much, and wants to help you get rid of your migraine - by whatever means necessary. (@luveline)

Quiet Temptations (❤✘): you’re awfully quiet but peter can’t seem to take that. (@parkerpeter24)

Summertime and Sundresses (✘): it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind. (@withahappyrefrain)

Vanilla Palm Trees (❅✘): it’s been years, he should get over it, right? but, peter just can’t. he looks up, he sees her. he goes to bed, he dreams of her. he wakes up, he can smell her. he goes out one night and he sees…her. no, not gwen but his ticket to stop moping around on the anniversary of her death. what is meant to be one quick night of putting sadness on the back burner, is now a blossoming new love that feels all too perfect for peter. was this new woman in his life meant to be? or was this just another set of well dealt cards that would leave him walking away empty handed. all or nothing, right? (@iridescentparkers)

The First Time (❤✘): Peter pulls out all the stops for the love of his life. (@mgparker)

Mattress Acting (✘): photography/sex tape. (@reysdriver)

Hold You Here, My Loveliest Friend (✘): there are protocols in place for a reason. (@p3mybeloved) (warning: sex pollen, i.e., dub-con)

Bondage (✘): the inappropriate use of Spiderman's webs. (@reysdriver)

Us Against The World (❤❅✘): “hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size!" (@flightlessangelwings)

Next Time (✘): you and peter have done everything under the sun except have sex. aka the three times you almost do the deed and the one time you finally get it right. (@foreverrogers)

Whatever You Want, I'll Let You Take (✘): Peter's got a girlfriend. Peter lives in a shitty apartment. His girlfriend buys him a lava lamp for said apartment. He’s gotta repay her somehow. (@ohcaptains)

Quiet My Fears With The Touch of Your Hand (✘): taking care of Peter's wounds always ends the same way. (@letterstotheflre)

Down Bad (✘): Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad? (@lanadelreyscokewhor3)

new! Harry's Girl (✘): you're dating Harry Osborne, Peter's best friend since kindergarten. And that should be totally fine... except Peter can't stop thinking about you. (@astxroiid)

[spiderfunkz]

─── ⋆ STAR-CHEEKED

pairings. peter parker x fem!reader

cw. tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, peter has freckles.

author’s note: i go and i come, and it's summer so my tumblr obsession is blossoming again. if you have any requests feel free to send me them! i'd love to be active on here again :P

summer shined bright. it stung your skin with a kiss, leaving traces of sun all over. the light made your hair appear a lighter shade, your cheeks flushed every time the morning came by. there were marks of sand and shells around your back— all of these memories were photographed by none other than your lovely boyfriend. capturing every moment with a flicker and flash.

the car ride back to new york was bittersweet. a part of you were excited to see the lively city again, but nothing in there could compare to the beaches and sunsets you've experienced for the past few days.

and now, a gust of wind greeted you as you and peter step into your shared apartment. it's a pretty scene, not many words can describe the place specifically as it was all shown, not spoken. the polaroid's of the two of you hung low from the walls, there was two potted plants by a corner, the scent of peter's cologne and your perfume still lingers the air, and the fridge— full of alphabet magnets that spell out 'i love you' from peter.

after the chaos which is unpacking and dividing the laundry. you felt the peace of summer again. basking under the sun, the smell of sunscreen, frozen yogurts, spending nights awake reading and writing poetry— it's the best time to open up, vulnerability usually sparks during moonlit skies. and now, you're able to spend the rest of the day with peter while the blue sky is still bright.

"i think i have salt infused in my hair, d'you think i could wash it off with conditioner?" you ask, practically jumping onto bed. the window behind you illuminated patterns from the lace curtains— you swore it was the best purchase ever. "no, that just means you have salt-flavored-hair now," you could hear the sarcasm from peter's voice, it made you laugh either way.

he laid his back right next to you. you paused to admire him, sometimes you wonder if the earth pauses with you from how breath-takingly gorgeous your boyfriend is.

"i left my glasses," he hummed. you don't answer, your elbow rested on the pillow whilst your palm supported your head. your eyes don't gaze away from peter. "you're staring, baby," peter's voice was like a melody you could replay over and over.

"how could you tell without your glasses?" you tease.

the sun beamed through the peaks of your curtains. and like art, it highlighted peter's face so well. you notice the spots on his face. his freckles were more vivid than ever. usually they perk up slightly during winter, but now they're as clear as day. "gosh, you're freckles are so cute."

peter's hands shyly cover his face instinctively, "don't look!"

you giggle, your hands reach out for his— and as per usual, your touch melts him right away. "why hide it?" you pout, peter shook his head.

"you'll tease me!"

"as if i don't tease you about everything already?"

his hands reveal the flushed look of peter's cheeks. it made his freckles stand out more, you find it adorable. peter usually says otherwise— however, your words have a way of giving him solace and serenity. it was laced with sincerity, your cheerfulness sometimes mimicked the curiosity of a child.

"stop staring at me, you're making me all nervous," peter smiled, dimples showing. you liked being a flirt to peter, "they're like stars, like constellations, pete."

you trace his face gently. "all pointing home," boop-ing his nose.

home was never just a place with peter. peter was your home.

[kaylasficrecs]

peter parker recs - part 3

you say the whole world's ending | imagine, angst | @vendettaparker

you more than anything | imagine, fluffy flangst | @nghtwngs

the script | one shot, angsty flangst | @waitimcomingtoo

fix you up | one shot, fluff | @im-sleepdeprived

boy in the bubble | one shot, flangst | @deathbyathousandspiders

no location found | one shot, flangst | @im-sleepdeprived

fearless | imagine, fluff | @lynnlovesspidahman

the last of the real ones | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @negasonicteenagemess

crush | one shot, fluff | @webslingingslasher

little freak | one shot, flangst | @sattlersquarry

promises, promises | one shot, fluff | @murdockparker

things that look like nothing | one shot, flangst | @justapurrcat

what are my other options? | insomniac, one shot, flangst | @fullybooked

misinterprets his behavior | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @luveline

a whistle on the wind | drabble, fluff | @moonstruckme

family planning | imagine, fluff | @luveline

breaking windows | one shot, fluff | @duskholland

places we won't walk | one shot, angst | @duskholland

the reveal | imagine, fluff | @cloudybarnes

i'll tell you in the morning | imagine, fluff | @literaila

a lesson in do-overs | one shot, angst | @literaila

an eternal sort of promise | series | @literaila

sticky | imagine, smut | @skywalkerslvt

not known or seen | one shot, flangst | @luveline (tw)

while you were sleeping | drabble, fluff | @t1red-twilight

a world without you | imagine, angsty flangst | @cruel-seduction

scared to lose you | imagine, flangst | @spidey-stark

caught in the act | imagine, fluff | @psychoticfemmm

sticky webs | imagine, smut | @lostalioth

vanilla chapstick | drabble, fluff | @thollandsgirl2013

three strikes | tasm, imagine, fluff | @ptergwen

pretend date | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @bingbongsupremacy

safe space | drabble, flangst, comfort | @ptergwen

a hero's flaw | imagine, flangst | @thollandsgirl2013

sweet kiwi, your juice's drippin' down my chin | insomniac, imagine, smut | @hanasnx

bumpy skin | imagine, flangst, comfort | @moonstruckme

reckless | imagine, flangst | @thollandsgirl2013

cup kisses | imagine, fluff | @thollandsgirl2013

falling for a journalist | imagine, fluff | @ellecdc

caught in the act (kinda) | imagine, fluff | @leiawithtoomanyaddictions

as it was | imagine, flangst | @parkerpeter24

[backtothefanfiction]

Shhhhh | dad!peter imagine

Summary: trying to seize the moment on your anniversary before the kids wake up

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, lazy morning sex, husband and wife, whispers, needing to be quiet, breeding kink, important discussion, domestic bliss

Word Count: 2kish? (I wrote in app again so don’t know)

A/N: this is a super quick idea I had before bed whilst in my horny feels for dad!peter. Also it took me way longer to decide on a gif to pair this with than write and I only chose this one because… well I gave up. Anyway, enjoy.

You were still half asleep when you felt him roll over in the bed next to you and snuggle closer. The early morning light from the city was already starting to penetrate through the curtains, but you forced your eyes to remain closed, enjoy the feeling of your husband cuddled in tightly next to you and get at least a little bit more sleep before the kids woke up.

However it seemed Peter had other ideas. You felt him shift behind you again, his arms moving under the covers as he pulled you back even further into the shape of his warm body, his morning wood pressing firmly against your ass cheeks through your underwear.

You remained still, feigning sleep, wanting to see how far he would take things or if he genuinely just wanted to have a morning cuddle- and his erection was just an unfortunate inconvenience. But as his hand moved down to stroke at the skin on the outside of your thigh and up under your nightdress, you knew this was more calculated than you initially realised.

“Mmmm,” you groaned as you rolled back into him, letting him know you were awake. “What are you doing?” You asked as he began to snake his hand into the front of your underwear, his fingers wasting no time as they began to rub lazy circles over your clit.

“I’m seizing the moment,” he replied in a hushed and husky tone into your ear. “Mabel had her sleepover at Aunt May’s last night,” he said, dipping two of his fingers inside you and making you let out a little moan. “Ben will be asleep for at least another half hour,” he continued, his body shifting slightly as he looked over at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. “Besides, it’s our anniversary weekend and I’m feeling like I haven’t really shown my wife just how much I appreciate her lately.”

You whimpered as he stopped pumping his fingers inside you and moved them instead, back to messily circling your clit. “Mmmm, Peter,” you moaned breathily as he leant in to nuzzle at your neck, his lips tickling at your skin.

“Shhhh, baby,” he hummed into your ear, “I don’t want to get interrupted again,” he said, reminding you of when he had tried to initiate sex last week before Mabel had burst in claiming to have had a nightmare. You had of course welcomed her into bed with open arms, much to her father’s frustration. “You owe me,” he had said to you in the dark after she had fallen back asleep between the two of you, and now it seemed he was ready to collect.

He shifted you back onto your side before hiking up your nightdress and slipping your underwear down your legs to get lost somewhere at the bottom of the bed sheets. You could feel him shuffling behind you as he slipped down his pyjama bottoms to expose himself, before lining himself up with you from behind.

You shifted your leg back over his thigh, allowing him space to manoeuvre. Even after all these years and two kids, he still managed to fit you like a glove. “Oh god,” he groaned into your neck before he pushed his forehead into your shoulder.

As he began to rock inside you, you closed your eyes, wanting to focus on feeling him deep inside you from this position. You hummed quietly, trying to hold back the moans that desperately wanted to fall from your lips, but still wanting him to know how much you were enjoying this, especially when his hand moved round to palm at your breast.

“You should come off the pill again,” he said huskily into your ear. “Have another baby,” he grunted, his thrusts hitting deeper and messier as he lost his mind over the thought. Peter had a real breeding kink. Neither of you had realised until you had actually gotten serious about trying for kids a year after you got married. It was something that just happened naturally and only became worse when you actually fell pregnant and began growing Mabel in your belly.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re pregnant,” he moaned into your skin. “So fucking beautiful when you’re carrying my child inside of you.” he gritted, his thrusts becoming firmer with each word as he lost himself to the fantasy.

“I thought you said we had to be quiet,” you hissed over your shoulder at him and his hand moved down to circle dangerously over your clit again.

“I am quiet,” he whispered, “I said it because you don’t know how to be.” His fingers pressed down on your sensitive clit as he spoke and as if to prove him right, you let out a slightly louder, unexpected and completely uncontrollable moan.

“Shhh,” he hissed into your ear again. “See, I told you-“

“Pete,” you whined quietly as his slow and deep lazy thrusts and circling fingers began to bring you to the edge.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” he reassured you quietly and you really had to focus in order to not cry out and wake the toddler sleeping soundly down the hall.

“Come on, baby,” he coached you quietly as your hips began to thrust back into him desperately, needing just that little more to tip you over the edge.

“Peter,” you whimpered, your teeth biting at your lips.

“I know, I know. I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed, his cock dragging agonisingly against that sensitive spot inside you, your legs closing tightly, making the feeling even more intense. Your fingers gripped tightly into the pillow under your head, your eyes screwed shut tight as he continued to lazily fuck into you.

“Gonna make you cum, then fill you nice and good,” he said and your pussy fluttered around him at his words spurring him on to thrust just that little bit faster and firmer.

“Oh shit,” you gritted, your knuckles nearly white now as you waited for that final tip over the edge. His hands moved down quickly to open your legs again and rub at your clit. It was too much, the final straw and suddenly your climax came rushing over you. You rushed to turn your head into your pillow and muffle the groans and obscenities that were falling out of your mouth as he picked up pace and continued to fuck you through it, wanting desperately to finish before Ben inevitably realised you were both awake and came looking for you both.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he gritted. “My wife. So fucking good to me. So fucking good.” You gripped the bedsheets tight as his hips began to stutter, your sensitivity so overwhelming you needed to do anything you could to ground yourself and get through it.

With another two deep thrusts he stilled before you felt him begin to pulsate inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides as his body collapsed over your own.

“I love you so much,” he panted into your ear as he pressed his head intimately against yours.

“I love you too,” you sighed, your eyes blinking heavily as they adjusted to the light of the room. “But you do know,” you said as your breathing continued to steady, his cock slowly softening inside you, “that if we have another kid, the chances of doing this will be even slimmer than they are now.” you sighed, just as you both began to hear thundering steps making their way down the hallway.

He groaned again, thinking that statement over before kissing you on the cheek. He sighed, pulling out of you and adjusting himself back inside his pyjamas under the covers just before the door clicked open and your little boy came bounding onto the bed.

“I don’t know,” Peter said as the three of you lay in bed with toast and juice watching early morning cartoons under the covers 30 minutes later, his eyes catching yours over the top of Ben’s head. He thought of Christmas mornings, the four of you all cuddled into this bed and opening presents. The bedtime routines. The many giggly games of hide and seek. The plethora of finger paintings on the fridge door, and smiled. “I think I’m willing to take those chances.” he said and you sighed in contentment, because three had always been your magic number anyway.

[forever-rogue]

Ok, just got an idea of tasm.

What about a first introduction with May, like reader is so anxious about meeting her and when she finally does so she realizes May is so sweet with her 🥺

Aunt May being so sweet with Peter's girl just got me ✨😭

AN | No, but May is the best! She’d absolutely adore Peter’s girl❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A million thoughts were racing through your mind; unfortunately none of them were good. You were about to meet the most important woman in Peter’s life, beside you, and all you wanted was to make a good first impression. You had no clue what you would do if she didn’t like you. You’d probably be dumped and heartbroken. 

“Stop being stupid,” you groaned at your reflection as you fixed your hair. You wanted to look perfect without looking like you were trying too hard. Ugh. You were definitely overthinking this. It was supposed to be a simple dinner, not some sort of life changing event. But…it kind of was. For you anyway.

“Hey Bug,” you hadn’t heard Peter let himself into your apartment. When you looked up, you found leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as you met his gaze in the mirror, “you look beautiful.”

You relaxed at his words, letting out a soft sigh as you turned around to face, “are you sure? It’s not too much or not enough?”

“It’s perfect,” he took a few steps closer to you, “you could wear anything and it would be perfect.”

“Shut up,” you gently pushed at his chest but he didn’t budge, instead only softly laughed, “I’m nervous, Pete.”

“Don’t be nervous,” he cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “there’s no reason to worry. May is going to love you - she might even end up loving you more than me.”

“I hope she likes me at least a little bit,” you whispered, leaning into soft touch, “what if she doesn’t for some reason?”

“That’s impossible,” he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you huffed at him, “trust me.”

“I do…mostly,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, “but you know, the whole not telling me about the fact that you were Spider-Man doesn’t help your honesty credibility.”

“To be fair, Bug, I didn’t and wasn’t going to tell you,” you raised an eyebrow at him as his cheeks flushed lightly, “I mean, I was going to eventually…but you beat me to it.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle, Peter Parker,” you remembered the evening you discovered his alter ego like it was yesterday, “you came into the bedroom in the suit and bleeding profusely, remember? Or did you lose too much blood and forget?”

“I remember,” he mumbled softly. It was one of the first nights you’d stayed over at his apartment but duty had called; he left in the middle of the night while you slept soundly in his bed. He’d intended to be back and next to you in bed before you even woke up. Unfortunately it hadn’t happened that way at all, “it was…not how I planned on telling you.”

“Nevertheless, you lied to me…sort,” you waved your hand around before leaning against the counter with a heavy sigh, “so what you’re doing that to me now and you just know May will hate me?”

“I…” he paused for a moment, incredulous at your little theory as you pouted at him, “do you really think I’d do that?”

“No,” you sighed softly, your shoulders sinking as he pulled you into a hug, tucking you perfectly into his frame, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I just want this to go well, Pete.”

“It will,” he rubbed your back in soothing circles as you mumbled something against his chest, “it’s just May and me. Nothing is going to go wrong.”

“Fine,” you finally gave in as Peter chuckled softly, “let’s just go and do this.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You walked up the steps to May’s house, clutching on Peter’s hand tightly; if he was superhuman you might have even broken it. In your other hand was a bouquet of flowers that you’d picked up just for May. Your heart was beating so loudly you were positive that Peter could easily hear it. Once he knocked, you listened with bated breath for the door to be answered, trying to see if you could hear May coming.

And yet, it still took you by surprise when the door was gently opened and there stood May Parker, the woman, the myth, and the legend herself. She was a smaller woman but she had a giant presence about her; you could see how much Peter loved her just from the way his lit up, “Aunt May!”

“Peter,” he gently let go of your hand and wrapped her up in a giant hug that caused her to chuckle at him, “it’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek before shifting her gaze over to you. You half expected to see some sort of judgment, but in reality you saw nothing of the short. If you thought she softened for Peter, she was even more gentle with you. 

“Hi Mrs. Parker,” you held out the flowers to her, hoping you didn’t appear too intimidated, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

She said your name, so warm and tenderly, before taking the flowers and pulling you into a hug as well. There must have been something in the Parker family that caused all of them to give the best hugs; Peter probably learned from her, “it’s so good to finally meet you. It feels like it’s been so long and Peter never shuts up about y-”

“Alright, alright,” Peter’s cheeks pinked as you looked at him with a huge grin. Your heart felt like it was going to burst with all the affection that you had for these two people, “let’s, ugh, get inside before it gets too cold.”

“Oh Peter, don’t get all shy,” May wrapped her arm around your shoulders before leading you inside, “I think it’s wonderful that you have some to love so much.”

You flashed him a grin over your shoulder as you stepped inside the Parker home; he was a very bright red that gave you enough pause to hang back and press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Peter, can you please put these beautiful flowers into some water for me,” the kitchen and the entire house smelled absolutely divine. You’d been told that she was a good cook and that almost made your mouth water in excitement, “dinner’s almost ready.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you couldn’t help as but cast curious eyes around the kitchen and dining area, looking at all the photos that were hung up and items that were displayed. A photograph of a young Peter caught your eye as you walked over to it and looked at it closer. He was super cute as a kid and you couldn’t help but wonder what your kids would like…you hoped that you’d get to find out one day, “oh my gosh, Pete! You were so precious!”

“Peter really was the cutest and sweetest boy,” May agreed as Peter looked mortified; he wished the floor would open up and swallowed him whole, “he was such a good boy.”

“Wonder what happened?” you teased as May laughed. Alright, you already liked her a lot. Your nerves were still there, but they weren’t nearly as bad as they had initially been. 

“Oh haha, you’re so funny,” he stuck his tongue out at you, before instinctively going to set the table. May had really raised him well, “one day I’ll get to see your old pictures and we’ll see how you like it.”

“It’s so fun to tease you,” you walked back into the kitchen to help May, “besides, maybe one day our kids will be that cute.”

It was no secret that Peter wanted a family one day, and you’d both agreed that you wanted at least one child together. Your comment definitely caused Peter to feel a certain type of way and his eyes grew wide as he looked at you. He was definitely going to hang onto this feeling later when it was just the two of you. May, meanwhile, made a small sound of agreement, “you two will have adorable kids, that’s a given.”

“Oh,” your entire face warmed up as you stole a glance at Peter. He looked a mixture of both excited and embarrassed, “well I guess we’ll just have to wait and see one day.”

That seemed to quell them both as your stomach exploded with butterflies. You knew that Peter would be a great father one day and were equally sure that May would be a wonderful grandmother. You felt lucky to have them in your lives; but then, you’d known that Peter would be something special to you from the day you met him.

May hummed in content as you helped her to finish dinner. She had such a warm and calming presence and you already loved being around her. It was easy to fall into a rhythm and pattern with her and before you knew it, the three of you were sitting around the table and eating dinner. She was an excellent cook and it was such a welcome thing to behold a home cooked meal. 

Afterwards when you were all stuffed, Peter helped May with a few things around the house while the two of you cleaned up. 

“You know,” her voice was tender and gentle as she dried the dishes that you had washed, “I haven’t seen Peter this happy in a long time. It makes me happy to see him doing so well. He deserves it.”

“He does,” you agreed softly, “he makes me really happy too. He’s a good man and I…I’ve never met anyone like him before. He’s special to me.”

“He’s always been a good boy,” she agreed, looking into the living room and finding him softly speaking to himself as he moved some furniture around for her, “it was hard for him, with what happened to poor Gwen, and it took a long time for him to be himself again. I was worried I’d lost my boy too, but slowly over time he got better. And then, when I noticed just how happy he seemed, he told me about you. Well, when he first met you, I should say.”

 “I met him and we were friends for a long time before we started dating,” you looked at her in confusion but she only responded with a knowing smile. You inhaled softly as you looked over at your boyfriend. He must have felt you looking at him because his gaze quickly shifted to yours and his entire face lit up, “oh. Oh.”

“Mhmm,” she put the last of the dishes away before giving your arm a small squeeze, “needless to say I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a long time.”

“Oh May,” you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over before hugging her. In truth Parker fashion, she hugged you tightly and rubbed your back in soothing motions, “I’ve been so nervous and excited to meet you. Peter speaks so highly of you and I understand why. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming. Peter is amazing and he always says he owes it to you. I can understand why. You’re both great.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” she promised softly, “as far as I’m concerned you’re family, sweetheart. If you ever need anything or need me to have a word with him, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you beamed at her, “I will.”

“Hey May?” Peter walked into the kitchen sheepishly, “did you, umm, make dessert by chance?”

“Of course I did,” she tutted at him before exchanging a look with you, “I made your favorite.”

“Yes!” he kissed her cheeks, “you’re the best.”

“And don’t you forget it!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you and Peter left May’s it was late; you hadn’t expected to be gone for so long but it was just so easy and fun to hang around with Peter and May. Peter held your hand, a knowing  little smile on his face as got into the cab to go back to your apartment. You, naturally, had a big tote full of leftovers to take with you. 

You’d fallen asleep next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He was reluctant to wake you up but he did so gently before scooping you into his arms and carrying you upstairs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly, burrowing your face into his chest. 

“That wasn’t so bad was it, Bug?” he asked as he set you down and bent over to help slip off your heels. You felt so incredibly warm and fuzzy at the sweet but simple gesture, “you lived.”

“Shut up, Parker,” you sighed gently as he pressed a kiss to your ankle before standing back and towering over you. You moved to take off his jacket and hung it up by the door, “I think you might be officially demoted to my second favorite Parker.”

“Wow,” he put his hand on his chest and sighed dramatically, “that’s hurtful baby. I should have known better than to introduce the two of you. My favorite women are ganging up against me already.”

“Never,” you reached for his hand and started to pull him towards your bedroom. You were tired and all you wanted was to cuddle up with him. He easily obliged, lacing his fingers through yours, “you’ll always be my favorite, Peter Parker.”

You quickly stripped off your clothes before tugging at Peter’s and getting him down to his boxers. You’d worry about your makeup and everything else later. Peter pulled you into his arms as soon as you were both lying down and under the covers.

“What am I your favorite of?” he whispered, causing goosebumps to raise up on your skin as he ghosted his fingers along your soft skin. 

“My favorite everything,” you replied as thought it was the most obvious thing in the world, “my favorite best friend, my favorite boyfriend, my favorite superhero…all of it.”

“You’re my favorite too,” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “in case that wasn’t obvious.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed in content, “will you stay tonight? No Spider-Man-ing?”

“Yes,” he gave you a gentle squeeze, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Unless it’s an emergency.” 

“Unless it’s an absolute emergency.”

“Good,” you horribly stifled a yawn before settling further into the pillows, “love you, spider-boy.”

“I love you too Bug.”

[bruisedboys]

peter parker and “is that my shirt?” prompt would be so cute!

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tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

Peter’s missed you so much he actually feels kind of sick. He’s practically buzzing as he unlocks the apartment door and lugs his suitcase inside.

“Angel?”

There’s a loud and very cute squeal from down the hall. Rapid footsteps, and then you appear in your pyjamas, beaming bright as the sun, looking like the prettiest thing Peter’s ever seen.

“Peter!” You squeal, a ball of excitement. “Baby. Oh my gosh.” You cross the room and throw your arms around his neck. Peter laughs, his chest flooding with warmth, and hugs you back twice as strong.

“Hi, honey,” he says, lovelorn. You smell amazing. You look like an angel. You’re squeezing him to death. He’s missed you so much he could cry. “Holy moly, I missed you so much.”

You giggle, turn your face into the side of his head and drag your nose along his jaw. “I missed you more,” you say, lips hot on his skin.

A shiver runs down Peter’s spine. He’s only had you back for a half a minute and you’ve already got him shivering? Typical. “Impossible,” he tell you. He runs his hands down your back and up again as if to prove to himself you’re really there.

You laugh and pull back, bouncing on your toes, to look him in the eye. You’re so, so beautiful. Somehow prettier than when he left you, which seemed impossible but apparently isn’t, not for you.

You reach up and push a lock of hair from his eyes. Peter’s hypnotised. He doesn’t get how one girl can be so achingly lovely, so pretty and so sweet, but you manage it. He slides his hands down to your waist, feeling like he might explode if he doesn’t touch every inch of you. It’s then that he recognises the familiar fabric of your shirt. He looks down.

“Hey, is that my shirt?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. He nudges you backwards with his hips to get a better look. It is his shirt. His favourite one, which he didn’t pack for his trip because it suspiciously went missing the day before he left. “It is!” He exclaims, pinching at your side. “You had it this whole time?”

You giggle at his prodding, and try twisting yourself out of the way. Peter keeps a firm grip on you, hand spread over your ribs, his glare full of accusatory heat.

“I’m sorry!” You say, giggling like an idiot when he pinches you some more. “I missed you, okay? Is that such a crime?”

Peter makes a face at you but his heart’s soaring. “Well, if you count theft as crime then yeah, I would say so.”

You huff. “You’re so dramatic!”

“I’m dramatic?” Peter feigns offence, pulling his head back incredulously. “You’re the one who stole my—!”

Your lips land on his before he can finish his sentence. His words are lost to your mouth. You push up into the kiss, fervent and hot. Your fingers curl into his collar and brush over the column of his throat, and Peter forgets everything else. He kisses you back just as hard, one arm hooked around your waist and the other bent between your chests to hold your jaw.

“Never mind,” he says between kisses. “You can keep the shirt, baby.”

You laugh against his mouth.

[heartsandstars46]

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I was scrolling on Instagram and looked at this. Do you think you can do this with peter? ( If you can't, that's okay.) 🫡❗️🤍

Thank you for the request, my dear! Hope you enjoy! 🩷🩷

Tasm!Peter x fiancee!reader

Word count: ~950

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The Kissing Test

Every time you moved your left hand, the sparkle caught your eye. It still took your breath away, even though it had been weeks since the proposal. You were going to be a wife! Peter’s wife! When you would notice your ring while doing the most ordinary things (like rifling through your makeup bag), it still felt totally surreal.

You tiptoed down the hall to your bedroom and found Peter at your desk attempting to fix something with a web shooter.

“Oh no, you’re going out tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking about it. You never know who could use Spider-Man’s help out there. Why?” He glanced up for the first time and gave you a look. “And why are you wearing red lipstick at 10 PM?”

You smiled coyly. “Well, our engagement party is coming up, and I guess I’m maybe gonna have to kiss you at some point….”

“‘Maybe gonna have to,’” he mimicked, snickering.

“Buuuut I also don’t want to get lipstick all over you—or me. So I need your help.”

“With putting on lipstick?”

“No,” you giggled. “With making sure it stays on!” You stared at him, but he still wasn’t getting it. “Wow, even genius superheroes can be dense sometimes, okay. I need you to kiss me!”

“Oh!”

And so the great Lipstick Experiment began. 

Cherry Bomb was a fail. Coral Crush, just meh. Peachy Pizazz, Gazpacho (“What even is Gazpacho anyway?”), Fuchsia Flame, no, no, no. All of them rubbed off on Peter while you were kissing.

As you stood at the bathroom sink, wiping off what had to be at least the tenth color, you yelled out, “I’m sorry these have all been terrible and this is taking forever—oh!”

You had turned around to find Peter standing right behind you in the bathroom doorway. His lips were puffy and popsicle-stained from all the “test” kisses, and he was peering around you at the lipsticks strewn across the vanity. You cringed. “I know, there’s a lot. But hopefully one will work sooner than later and we can stop.”

“Hey, I’m not objecting. What else you got?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry, are you enjoying this?”

He looked at you like you were nuts. “Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so surprise, I like kissing you!”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you applied your next shade. “Okay, then, get ready for Pink Passion!” You turned away from the mirror and Peter slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed you—but really kissed you, like you hadn’t already kissed 25 times in the past hour. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hands ventured into his hair as you kissed the love of your life. This was the real deal; no more muted “test” kisses.

When you were younger, kissing wasn’t all that exciting. Your first few kisses had been meh, and you thought that’s just how it was. The talk of “fireworks” had been a gross exaggeration; you couldn’t even get a dying sparkler or someone in the distance lighting a match!

And now, here you were, kissing your fiancé on a random night in your pjs, bumping into the bathroom sink, your heart galloping in your chest. Peter’s lips moved gently yet hungrily in sync with yours as his hands landed on the bare skin of your hips just above your shorts and made you shiver….

When you’d lamented to your mom about your lame first kiss, she’d attributed it (like all moms, probably) to “The Wrong Person.” Simple as that. These early guys, each of them was just The Wrong Person as far as she was concerned. But you weren’t convinced—especially when no guy afterwards seemed to be any more right for you. Certainly not “fireworks” right.

Oh, but then Peter came along and transformed kissing into the giddy, heart-pounding stuff of cheesy ‘80s love songs. We could build this dream together! And kissing was just the beginning!

Turns out, The Right Person had made everything in your life so much better.

“Peter,” you said breathlessly as his lips trailed down your neck. “Peter!”

“Hmm?” His voice was muffled against your neck.

You gently pushed him back, and he looked at you, practically cross-eyed. You started giggling. “Hi. Hello.”

“Hi. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I am more than okay, but I think we’re forgetting something. The lipstick test, remember? We’re not supposed to be making out!”

“Oh, right.”

You shook your head, though you couldn’t hide a smile. “Don’t get any ideas, because we can’t make out like this at our engagement party!”

He chuckled. “Who says? You think I can’t sneak us into a closet, at the very least?”

“Ha!” But you were blushing just thinking about it. “Well, then, it’s more important than ever to find a lipstick that won’t rub off and give us away!”

“Take a look,” he said, turning you around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “Pink Passion held up pretty well, I think.”

For the first time all night, you were impressed. Your lips were still pink, still glistening, but the color hadn’t transferred anywhere else—including your neck or Peter’s lips. “Yeah, and we certainly put it to the test!”

Peter grinned at your reflection in the mirror and wrapped his arms around you from behind. “Happy to help. A science nerd can’t resist a good experiment, after all.”

You leaned back against him and covered his hands with your left hand so you could both admire the most precious piece of jewelry you’d ever owned.

[sugugori]

Tough men who get whiny and pliant from just making out. What started off as sweet kisses here and there, turns into something much more primal. Him pulling you closer, getting more and more desperate and needy, doesn’t know where to put his hands. Bucking his hips and panting because he’s already close from a little tongue. Pulling pitchy little “mhm”’s from them and whispering quiet pleas. He’s got that glassy, far away look in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. Just a few kisses from you turns him into a virgin again. And if you keep kissing his neck like that, he might cum in his pants - he’s just so sensitive

[asterias-record-shop]

moan our name (p.p. (t.h.) & p.p. (a.g.))

(No forgotten memories, Peter 1 isn’t with MJ, Peter 3 is with you, never got with Gwen — in Peter 1’s world you’re this college girl he has a crush on.) When experimenting with a Sling Ring you found with your boyfriend, you couldn’t believe it when you both fell into a portal in another Spider-Man’s room. — 1.3k words

“Babe, I thought you said you weren’t going to keep messing with that thing?”

Peter was concerned for you, mainly because he was worried about your safety. He really didn’t want you to fall through a portal with no way to get home like he did.

“I’m just trying…” you muttered, humming softly as you attached a clip to it. “To see if it’s a conductor.”

Peter snorted as he came behind you, letting his arms wrap around your torso, softly pressing kisses to your temple. “Why do you need it as a conductor, baby?”

“To see if I can put its powers into something like a bracelet or something,” you muttered in response, heavily focused until it blitzed slightly. You gasped when it did so, and Peter jumped slightly as flickers of gold started to pour out through the ring, proceeding to sink down into some sort of ring-like portal.

“Son of a bit-”

Peter didn’t get to finish before you both fell down what seemed to be a portal like when Peter fell through one a few months ago and helped save another universe. Peter quickly uses his powers to shoot a web at you, pulling you into his chest and twisting so he makes impact with the floor instead of you.

He grunted as you looked around, inhaling as you sat up in his lap, letting your eyes trail the posters in the high apartment that seemed as though it cost more than all of Peter’s lab. “Where are we?”

Peter looks around, sighing thankfully. “Oh thank fuck.”

“What? Peter, where are we?” You asked as you slowly stood up, helping your boyfriend up as he softly kissed your head.

“We’re on the other Peter’s earth,” he mumbled into your hair, thankful that you were okay. “Remember I told you about him?”

You swallowed, about to nod before someone yelled.

“Peter 3!”

Your boyfriend pulled away, smiling when he saw the other brunette. “Peter 1!”

He was about to give your boyfriend a hug before he noticed you, his face immediately flushing. “Y/N?!”

Peter 3 paused, looking from Peter 1 from you to Peter. “You have a Y/N here?”

Peter 1 swallowed, nodding — he had literally just got off to the thought of you. Well, his you.

“Oh, you’re Peter 1!” You said as you stepped forward, offering your hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you! My Peter has told me all about you.”

Your Peter grinned when you called him ‘my Peter,’ watching as you stepped forward to greet the other Peter. Still, Peter 1 was shocked when you touched him, the firm shake of your hand making his jaw go slack.

“This must be Tony Stark’s empire you took over,” your Peter said as you stepped back, face scrunching slightly.

“Who’s Tony Stark?”

“His… dad, I believe,” your Peter said as you looked around. “We don’t have a Tony Stark. Or, a famous one at least.”

“Wait! Do they have Goblin?” You asked as you turned around, almost as though you needed to prepare before your Peter laughed as he walked over to you.

“You don’t have to worry, baby,” he whispered, softly kissing your lips as Peter 1 looked away, putting his hand over his groin area to try and hide himself from getting hard again. Your Peter noticed this, smiling as he pulled away and looked over at Peter 1.

“You mind if we crash here? Until we figure out how to get back,” he hummed as he softly brushed his hand down your back. “My darling girl was trying to put the ring’s power into some bracelets.”

Peter 1 nodded frantically. “Y-Yeah, of course,” he whispered, swallowing. “I’ll call Dr. Strange so he can get you both back.”

Your Peter grinned as you yawned into his chest. “Thanks, kid.”

Peter 1 was upset. Very upset.

For one, you were even nicer than he could ever imagine – and he hated it.

For two, you both were stuck here until the wall between the worlds were thin enough again.

For three, the walls in the Stark Tower were thin with his enhanced hearings. Very, very thin. So much so that he was jacking himself off everytime you both had sex, just like he was doing right now.

He knew you were on your third orgasm. Peter 3 had barely just came, and you were about to cum, but Peter 3 knew just what he was doing.

“Come on baby, come on… moan my name, moan my name baby,” he groaned, the squelching of your pussy bouncing off the walls. He could only imagine how wet you were, the wet thrusts matching his pace of Peter 1 pumping his cock.

He had came just as many times as you had, mainly because he was so desperate to fuck you. What kind of coincidence was it that Peter 3 and you were together?

The thought made him pump his fist faster. He couldn’t stop, he was so so desperate to feel you.

“P-Peter, Peter!” You wailed, sobbing as you threw your head back, the bed continuing to slam into the wall. “I-I’m going to cum!”

Your Peter laughed. “Aw baby, you’re such a good girl… keep moaning my name, moan our name…”

That made Peter 1s eyes fly open.

Oh, he truly knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take Peter 1 long to get up, not even covering his cock as he walked through the halls and banged on the door.

“Ah, took him long enough, my darling…”

“Fuck you!” Peter 1 yelled, not even waiting for Peter 3 to open the door because he knew damn well he wouldn’t pull out of you – because Peter 1 wouldn’t either – stepping inside and stripping his clothes.

“W-We had a bet,” you giggled tiredly, inhaling. “Peter already stretched me out from behind.”

So that’s where he was fucking you earlier.

And so, Peter 1 wasted no time walking toward the bed before your Peter fixed the position of both of you, pulling you into his lap, spreading your legs with his thighs. “Like hell I was going to let you fuck her pretty cunt.”

To be completely honest, Peter 1 would take whatever he could get.

So he kneeled behind you, slowly steadying himself before snapping his hips forward to push into your ass. A loud wail left your lips, your teasing finally biting you in the ass as both Peter’s slowly started to fuck into you in sync.

Peter 1s thrusts were a lot more unsteady, almost as though he was still questioning what was going on, but your Peter’s thrusts were strong and rough.

He looked so pretty under you, sweat dripping down his temple as Peter 1 slowly fucked you from behind, moaning loudly as he kissed your shoulder blade. He was starting to get rougher, and the fact that two men were fucking you at now very different paces made your mind blur as their hands roam your body.

At this point, you truly were just a toy for them – and they were determined to use you like that.

“Come on baby, does it feel too good that you’re silent? Huh? Make some fucking noise,” your Peter basically snarled as his teeth graze your jaw, but that’s truly what you were feeling – you felt so good that you could barely make any noise, only with your mouth agape.

A soft sob fell from your mouth as you finally gave into your pleasure, your mouth wide open as you started to groan loudly. Your stomach felt like it was being penetrated, but it didn’t hurt at all, or you didn’t register that it was hurting.

Their hands squeezed and groped your body, their lips kissing every inch of your skin as you let out another sob. “Fuck, fuck! I-I gotta cum, I need to cum, please let me cum!”

Both Peters basically laughed in unison, a groan falling from your Peter's lips.

“Cum. We have until that portal gets figured out to fuck you.”

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© asterias-record-shop

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!

Thank you for the response! Now that I have an identity on here, lol, can I request a tasm!peter x fem!reader fic if you’re comfortable doing so ?

can I request it based on this prompt, with reader saying it to Peter?: “I can’t tell if you’re really charming or if I’m just easily charmed.” Relationship and context can be whatever you decide :)

Thanks! <3

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Thanks for your request <3

tasm!Peter x fem!reader ♡ 780 words

“You’re getting predictable." 

“You’re getting better,” Spiderman replies, dropping down onto the sidewalk beside you. He keeps pace with your unbreaking stride. “Don’t you feel safer when you can hear me coming? Or anyone?”

You scoff a little. Spiderman bumps his shoulder into yours chidingly, like you’re old friends. Yes, like every old person you’ve ever come across, he had some opinions on you wearing your earbuds while walking the streets by yourself. Vigilance, awareness, blah, blah, blah. It was only the touch of caring in your unlikely tagalong’s voice that had pressed on something tender in your chest and ultimately persuaded you. 

“Don’t act like you don’t wear earbuds too when you’re off the clock,” you say, though you know how it’ll go. You like to quip at Spiderman about his maskless identity, but that topic is where your strangely effortless camaraderie ends. It’s the rock against which the waves of levity break. 

He changes the topic instantly. “You’re pretty hypocritical to call me predictable, you know that? Who needs to go to the grocery store every night?” 

You fish in your bag, pulling out the sole item, a pint of ice cream. “The cravings hit like clockwork.” You shrug. 

Spiderman takes the pint from you. It’s strange that you know him well enough to read reactions into his silences, but you swear you can feel his eyebrows rising behind the mask. “Half baked?” 

“What about it?” 

“Nothing. Just, the tonight dough’s obviously better.” 

“Wrong.” You take it back from him, dropping it into your bag. “That one doesn’t have brownies.” 

“It has peanut butter cookies.” 

“If that’s what you’re prioritizing, you’re hopeless.” You turn a corner, trying not to smile when Spiderman has to backtrack a bit to follow you. This is another game you enjoy playing with him. You know he knows where your apartment is by now, and obviously there’s more than one way to get there, but sometimes you like to take routes which lead you away just to see if he’ll correct you. The consequence of getting to spend longer walking with him is a secondary effect. “I bet you haven’t even tried half baked.” 

“I don’t need to.” 

“I’d give you some if you came over.” 

Spiderman turns his head to look at you. Again, you feel like you know the energy of it even without seeing his face. You laugh. 

“Come on, you’d only have to take the mask off a little bit.” 

“The obvious solution here is for you to go back for a pint of tonight dough,” he says, following you through a random crosswalk. You’ve passed your apartment three blocks down on a parallel street. “And that way you can tell me I’m right after you compare.” 

You stop. Spiderman pulls you to the side, out of the flow of traffic, and you let him. His touch is warm on the inside of your elbow. “I’ll go back right now if you try both with me,” you say. 

Spiderman’s eyes are white and unblinking. He stares you down (or does he? You feel like he does) for a few moments before asking, “You’re really curious, aren’t you?” 

The corners of your mouth lift helplessly. “You have to know you make people curious.” 

“Uh, yeah, it’s my mysterious aura. You think I’d have gotten half as far walking pretty girls home without it?” 

“Girls?” 

“Girl.” His voice softens. A touch of caring, just where you left it. It disarms you the same every time. “Well, sometimes girls, but only when they need it.” 

“I get why it’s a secret,” you tell him, sincere now. “I’m mostly just messing with you.” You turn around, back the way you came. “But it is weird that you know when I go to ShopRite every night and I don’t know what you look like.” 

“It’s less weird than you think.” Spiderman begins ambling alongside you again. He makes no comment on your directionlessness. “The mysterious aura is half the fun.” 

“Eh. I’d like you the same with or without it.” 

“Yeah?” There’s a smile if you’ve ever heard one. Oh, you’d love to see his smile. It sounds like it dimples. 

“Yup,” you affirm, popping the p. 

“What makes you so sure?” 

You shrug. “I can’t tell if you’re really charming or if I’m just easily charmed, but,” you give him a sideways look, “I like you. I’d like you no matter what, I know it.” 

You like to imagine you’re making Spiderman blush under all that spandex. “You think I’m charming, huh?” 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” 

“Me? Nah. I’m your humble neighborhood hero, why would you even say that?”

[ailoda]

updated: 10.01.25

ᯓ★ friends to lovers

Touchy Feely Fool (❤): bsf!peter with no boundaries. (@keerysfreckles)

Cherry Red (✘): it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other. (@angelfic)

Into The Blogosphere (❤): Peter’s crush is now his chem partner. complicated? not until he finds her blog dedicated to a certain masked vigilante. (@angelfic)

Sandwich Date (❤): Peter’s your friend but when you have to suffer a head injury and get hooked up to the heart rate machine, you can’t avoid the way he makes your heart race. (@parkerpeter24)

You Fell First (❤): best friends to roommates to best friends with benefits wasn’t your best idea. (@biblio-smia)

I Know That Voice (❤): some douchebag and a spider. (@stylesparker)

[spiderfunkz]

─── ⋆ WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A SPIDER?

pairings. peter parker x fem!reader

cw. fluff, established relationship, reader is described as a ‘weird girl’ who has a huge obsession with insects and such.

author’s note: this is a part two of miss ladybug! so i suggest reading that first. i really like this pairing and i enjoy writing for them, my requests for peter are still open if you’d like to share some of your ideas 🙃🙃 special dedication to @ghostlyfleur btw <3

edit: part one | part three

peter parker isn’t as mysterious as he thinks he is. to most peers, he’s just another nerd who runs the photography team like it’s an elite competition— and obviously, he is winning it. he has messy hair that eerily resembles a squirrel’s tail, glasses that seem a bit to big for him, a skateboard that he always carries, and a stupid smile that now melts you like ice cream.

not to mention his sweet dimples. sometimes you see him as a helpless little millipede on the side of the road after a stormy day, that captures peter’s entire essence very well to you.

and that’s exactly what he looks like in your eyes as of now— hair wet, glasses broken in his hand, he has lost his skateboard somehow, and he’s still smiling like an absolute dork outside of your door.

“hi, ladybug— could you let me in, please?” peter smiles, teeth shining.

you move to the side, gesturing him to step inside. his hair is covering most of his forehead but you can’t help but notice a sting of red near his left side. you sigh, “you know, you look like the tarantula i lost in eight grade.”

peter’s ears perk up, “a tarantula?”

you nod, “mhm. it’s cold here, my room’s warmer.”

indeed it was. the room was lit only by fairy lights and two tiffany lamps. it wasn’t dark— it’s cozy. books are scattered around your desk, there were multiple posters up of insect anatomy, framed beetles & butterflies, and a lot of patterned-blankets.

“are you okay?”

he nods. you don’t really buy that, “you should probably move your hair to the right side, you don’t want it touching the wound you have on your left side.”

peter stands still, “what? i don’t— i don’t have a wound..”

“peter, i can see the red under your hair. the blood’s running down your skull— it’s probably mixed with rain water now and you should get that cleaned like right now!”

you pout, “what did you do now? and don’t say it’s because of your skateboard again ‘cos you don’t even have it right now!”

he thinks for a second. “i’m sorry, ladybug. but, before i answer that question could i ask one first?”

“what are you—”

“would you still love me if i was a spider? maybe like your eight grade tarantula?” he shrugs,

“huh? yes? yes. i’d still love you if you were a spider, peter parker. even if you were my eight grade tarantula that i lost and mourned for. now, what does that have to do with anything?”

peter hesitates, “i need you to sit down,”

“you’re scaring me,”

“it’s not as scary as you think.”

“is that suppose to reassure me?”

he nods before exhaling quite dramatically, “ladybug, i’m spider-man. that’s why my skull is bleeding red, why my skateboard is gone, and why i show up with scars snd bruises. and that’s also why i ask for you to accompany me to get ice packs.”

you sigh, in relief.

“i knew it.”

“what?”

“i called it!” you giggle. peter looks at you in disbelief, or confusion, or both.

“how— do you just know everything?”

“that’s why you always freak out when i call you spider-man. and maybe that’s how you got your name in the first place, if so, i want credit for it. and also, it’s kinda obvious..”

peter furrows his brows.

“you’re always on delivered when spider-man is reported to be on patrol. the day after the computer lab i did research on my device as it just finished getting repaired, and i sort of found a lot—”

peter blinks, “so, you do know everything.”

“i have my ways.”

“what are you? miraculous the ladybug?”

“i guess you’re not the only one with a secret identity then.”

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Marvel V)

All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Four Wizarding World One Two Three Four Five Six Stranger Things One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

The Peace Treat-y by @wokeupinmars

Pairing: Teacher!Peter Parker x Teacher!Reader Prompt: A and B are always taking eachothers snack/lunch in the teachers lounge to piss the other off. But on A's birthday, instead of finding a missing lunch, they find a small cupcake with a note...”

Couldn’t Help Myself. by @ohcaptains (18+ Only)

Pairing: College! Peter Parker x Reader Summary: “peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.”

Professor Peter Parker by @backtothefanfiction (18+ Only)

Pairing: Prof!Peter Parker x Reader Summary: “The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!”

Oh No, Wolverine, I’m Stuck by @lostinlovingrevery (18+ Only)

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader Summary: “Logan helps you out when you get stuck...”

Future Boyfriend by @wlwloverwrites (18+ Only)

Pairing: dofp!Logan Howlett x Reader Summary: “Logan, a man supposedly from the future, claims he is your boyfriend, so you ask him to prove it.”

Good Girl (Series, Ongoing) by @blooming-violets (Dark Fic)

Pairing: TA!Peter Parker x Reader Summary: ”It’s just an innocent crush on an attractive TA. There’s nothing to worry about it. Everything is fine. Don’t be silly, you would never hurt him. You love him. That’s all. It’s fine. Promise...”

Game of Passion by @venusianelf (18+ Only)

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy!Peter Parker x Fuckgirl!Reader Summary: “Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.”

Vigilante Shit by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 (18+ Only)

Pairing: P.B. Parker x Black Cat!Reader x Matt Murdock Request: “Matt and Peter trying to see who can fuck you better but they both fuck you so good that you become a babbling mess”

Second Nature by @bruisedboys

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader Summary: “bob tells you he’s never been kissed. you decide to change that.”

Off Duty by @lolab4t

Pairing: Bucky Barmes x Avenger!Reader Summary: “after a rare night off, you stumble back into avengers tower at 2 am.. tipsy, feet hurting, and definitely not expecting to run into bucky barnes on the couch.”