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spideyzgirl · 1 year

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I posted 272 times in 2022

That's 265 more posts than 2021!

126 posts created (46%)

146 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spideyzgirl

@hollandsangel

@tomsholland2412

@spideybrie

I tagged 195 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#peter parker x reader - 39 posts

#peter parker fanfiction - 38 posts

#tom holland x reader - 37 posts

#tom holland fanfiction - 31 posts

#peter parker imagine - 26 posts

#peter parker - 26 posts

#tom holland imagine - 25 posts

#peter parker oneshot - 23 posts

#tom!peter x reader - 22 posts

#peter parker angst - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#doesn’t he know how people will react when he shares this stuff? 😭

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

↳ *cute sweater* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ what’s a better way to have fun in a car with the cutest boy in the world?

warnings ↠ smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl pls & ty) cussing, dirty talk, minors dni <3

pairing ↠ sub!tom!peter x dom!fem!reader

wc ↠ 1k

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being tony stark meant you could buy whatever the hell you want and brag about it for days on end.

when he offered to take you and peter on a ride in his brand new car he bought on impulse, you were forced to say yes, only so he could shut up about it.

that’s how you became trapped in a car, waiting for him to come from a meeting he forgot he was supposed to attend.

“peterrrrrr i’m bored.” you sighed dramatically. you looked at him from the backseat, he was slouched in his seat with his arms folded and his eyes shut.

“im sorry, i can’t help you.” he shrugged. “we’re in the same boat. or should i say car?”

“that was painfully unfunny.” you rolled your eyes.

the heat from being trapped inside was starting to get to you, making your head swarm with naughty ideas. “let’s do something fun.” you smirked.

“something fun? like what? what could we possibly get up to in here?”

you crawled up to the front, landing right on peters lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders.

his eyes shot open when he felt you pressed against him. he looked at you like you were crazy when it finally registered with him what you were suggesting by the devilish smirk on your lips.

“no, no.” peter shook his head. “we are not doing that in here. not in this car at least.”

“oh come on, where’s the harm in a little fun?” you purred. you planted kisses over his neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

“oh- y/n mr. stark could come back at any moment, we- we can’t…” it was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. he shut his eyes and tilted his head back, his grip on your hips tightened as he finally gave in to you.

“okay, fine!” your lips abruptly left him as you started moving off of him, making him whine. “if you really don’t want to do this, i won’t force you-“

“no, wait!” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap again. “just- just be quick okay?”

you nodded, and bit your lip to hide your excitement. you pulled his pants down just enough to expose his boxers.

“wait, we don’t have protection…” you pouted at the realization.

“we don’t have time, i need you now.” he rasped.

you hovered over him bunching your already short skirt up and moving your panties to the side. you took his throbbing cock in your hand, teasing your entrance ever so slowly. he whined and squirmed under you. he bucked his hips, silently begging you to fuck him.

you wasted no time slamming yourself down on him, throwing your head back as you maintained a hasty pace. your nails dug into his shoulders at the feeling of his tip hitting sweet spot just right.

the car shook ferociously as you bounced on him, letting anyone walking by know what you were getting up to. at least the windows are tinted.

his face was scrunched in complete pleasure as he tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. his mouth hung open, letting out the most obscene noises you’ve ever hear from him.

“look at you, look at how good my pussy fucks you. gonna be a good boy and c-cum for me?”

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↳ *crush * ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: you ask peter to kiss you, unaware of his true feelings for you.

warnings: mutual pining, friends to lovers, a bit of angst, like one swear word. that’s it シ

tom!peter parker x fem!reader (all characters 18+)

1.1k words

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“hey peter, can i kiss you?”

peter never turned his head so quick.

you and peter were currently sitting in his room, studying for an upcoming exam. he almost thought he was hearing things when he heard his crush- since forever, ask to kiss him. of course he always dreamed of the moment he could, but he knew better than to cross that line with you. you might’ve been his crush, but you were also his best friend and he would never forgive himself if he ruined that.

“who, me? why? not that i wouldn’t want to or wouldn’t like it but why?” he stuttered, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.

“well, i’m going on a date tonight and i think i really like this boy, but i’ve never kissed anyone. so i just wanna be prepared if anything happens you know?” you confessed.

peters heart dropped a little at your statement, but he was also glad. you were going on a date with someone else and it tore him up inside. but, you’ve never been kissed & he was going to be the first to give you the experience.

“are you serious? you’ve never been kissed?” he tried holding back a smile.

you frowned, not expecting him to react that way. “come on, don’t make fun of me. you know what, i shouldn’t have asked. i’m sorry.”

“i wasn’t- i didn’t mean it like that! i just- you’re really pretty so i guess i just thought you’ve been kissed or something…”

“nope, sorry to disappoint you.” you giggled.

peter got quiet after a while, feeling his nerves get the best of him. “hey are you sure you want it to be me? like as your first kiss? i guess i just don’t want you to regret it.” he trailed off.

“why would i regret it? you’re my best friend, we know each other a lot, and i trust you. better you than anyone else right?” you smiled at him.

you patted the spot on the bed beside you, signaling him to come and sit. he anxiously stood and walked over to you, sat down. 4 years of friendship has not prepared him nearly enough for this moment.

peter swallowed thickly, realizing just how close your faces were. his eyes shifted back and forth from your eyes to your lips, as his heart beat quickened.

with a shaky hand, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, and pressed his lips softly against against. his slightly chapped lips moved against your soft ones delicately. he could taste the mango flavored chapstick on your lips as he deepened the kiss, pressing his nose into your cheek.

your heart pounded rapidly, not sure if it was from nerves or excitement. you relaxed into the kiss anyway, feeling warmth run through your body. you felt as if you were on fire.

you hesitantly pulled away after a while, fluttering your eyes open and panting softly. you both stared at each other for a while, both surprising the other. where did he learn to kiss like that?

peter cleared his throat and backed away a little. “so uh, how’d you- how’d you like it?”

“it was nice, it was really really good actually…” you smiled while your fingers brushed over your lips, still able to feel him moments after he had gone.

peter smiled proudly to himself, feeling like he’d just won at life. he kissed the girl of his dreams and she liked it.

his victory was short lived once you spoke your next sentence. “that was great, thanks for helping me pete. i should probably go now though, to get ready.”

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562 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

↳ *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.

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896 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

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1,017 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

↳ *rendezvous* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ you and peter get caught in the act by your father, tony stark.

warnings ↠ smut from the jump, fwb, friends to lovers, no no words, hella dialogue, minors dni <3

pairing ↠ tom!peter x stark!reader all characters 18+

wc ↠ 2.1k

taglist | masterlist

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the day peter agreed to become friends with benefits was a very controversial one. given that he had a lifelong crush on you, and you wanted to dive into your nonexistent sex life, it was a no brainer. of course with you being the daughter of tony stark, and tony being peters boss, you had to keep your rendezvous underground.

“fuck, pete. faster-“ you threw your head back, feeling the bed rock as peter thrusted harshly into you. he was fucking you so good, you could barely manage coherent sentences.

“want more?” he panted and began to place kisses along your neck, careful not to mark you up like you had warned.

you nodded, biting your lip to suppress your moans. peter complied, fucking into you much faster than before which you didn’t think was possible. you shrieked loudly as he repeatedly hit your cervix, causing peter to clamp his hand over your mouth.

“shh, we can’t be loud remember?”

you whimpered under his hand and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. he was fucking you faster than the speed of light, leaving you a trembling, limp-bodied, moaning mess.

he grunted as he relentlessly gave you his all, feeling your walls squeeze him for dear life. he knew you were close, and he wasnt far behind either.

he held your wrists above your head and his grip tightened as he continued pounding into you mercilessly. you felt the knot forming in your stomach and your vision blurred, but peter pulled completely out of you, denying you of your orgasm.

you whined and frowned at him, watching him frantically scamper away from you. “what the fuck, peter?” you breathed out.

“get your clothes on y/n, i can hear your dad coming.”

“i was coming too.” you pouted.

he pulled his boxers up and frantically searched for the rest of his clothes. “y/n i’m not fucking around.” he threw your bra at you.

“we just we’re fucking around though.”

he looked up at you, clearly unamused.

“sorry. i’ll stop.”

by the time you both got dressed again tony was just opening the door. you didn’t even have time to smooth down your hair.

his eyebrows knit together at the sight of peter, who he thought left the tower 20 minutes ago. “pete? what’re you still doing here?”

“oh, peter asked me if i could help him study for an upcoming um… science exam!” you smiled widely at him.

“right…” he looked you up and down, noticing how out of order you looked, and how you and peter were awkwardly standing beside each other. he brushed it off though, you two were normally strange acting around him.

“well, since you’re still here pete, come and join us for dinner? steve didn’t cook tonight, so i don’t have to order an alternate dinner.”

“uh, yeah sure. why not?” peter nods.

“great.” he turned to leave. “oh y/n? please open a window in here. light a candle, spray some febreeze, anything. it smells like ass in here.”

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1,034 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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angst: ✮ fluff: ♡ hurt/comfort: ○ spicy/smut: ➳

series:

games - you love peter, you really do. so why is this so hard, then? (✮ ♡)

right next door [ongoing] - you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you. (✮♡○)

but you're the one i want [ongoing] - you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else. (✮♡○)

drabbles/concepts:

get away with it (villian!reader) - you thought maybe it'd all work out. you were wrong. (✮)

backpacks - peter has a streak, and not a good one. (♡)

midnight sugar - you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget. (♡)

body count - boys will be boys. (♡)

cheering for you - he loves you, and he's not afraid to show it. (♡)

abbreviations - ...yeah. (♡)

skittles (peter parker x short!reader) - peter likes to pick on your size. (♡)

would you still love me if i were a worm? (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you ask peter a very, very serious question. (♡)

headcanons:

dirty words (h.c.) - peter takes being dirty a tad bit too far. you aren't happy about it. (♡)

boyfriend (h.c.) - oh, to have a peter parker. (well, i mean, i'd know.) (♡○)

oneshots:

can't you talk to them? - you misunderstand peter's powers. he's not pleased. (♡)

two of them in the same day - what are the chances you run into peter and spider-man in the same day? (➳♡)

pity - your cancer changed peter more than yourself. (✮♡○)

daddy's money (stark!reader) - you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands. (✮♡○)

advice from one who can't take their own - you're rather good at giving out love advice, just not as good at taking it. (♡)

let me help (tw: abuse) - you know that you should tell someone, but you don't know how. luckily, peter's always here to save the day... in more ways than one. (✮○)

we are okay - peter's been hiding something, and you've gotten into a fight about it. when he leaves before it's been resolved, you give up on this. on him. until... (♡✮)

happy halloween to all, i guess - halloween starts off fine, and then... well, it's not so fine. (✮♡○)

oops - you're just a bit clumsy. (✮♡)

i love you, peter b. parker - you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him. (✮)

worry - you can't help but fret about his safety. (✮♡○)

make it up to you - peter forgets a very special day, and he needs to make it right. (✮♡)

weighing scale (tw: ed) - you just want to be perfect for him, because then maybe he'll love you back. (✮○)

successor (stark!reader) - you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot. (✮♡)

my peter - you end up in peter's world... just not your peter's. (takes place during no way home.) (✮♡○)

waiting - you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much. (✮)

stuck with you (stark!reader) - you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you. (♡)

didn't see you there - what's a little cafe meet-cute? (♡)

stargazing and pretty boys - you see peter in a park at night, then find yourself joining him. (♡)

seven minutes - you and peter get shoved into a closet together, but it doesn’t go the way you thought it would. (✮♡○)

maybe with a missed chance - there is no one you love more than peter parker. it's too bad that there are people he loves more then you. (✮)

faults (dark!peter) - you liked peter, key word being liked. (✮)

baby jam older!peter x older!reader) - summary: in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl. (♡)

intellectual (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you overhear something you weren't supposed to, but it shouldn't have been said in the first place. in result, you can't help but wonder if peter wants something different. (✮♡)

promise (comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader) - the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic. (♡○)

cool (fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker) - you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do? (♡)

pom-poms and bruises (fem!cheerleader!reader x peter parker) - peter can't help but worry seeing you all bruised up, but no matter what, he's your biggest fan. (♡)

updated 3.11.2024

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whats-that26 · 10 months

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ONESHOTS X2

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buckybeardreams · 1 year

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Thongust Bingo 2022 Masterpost

All my fics for this event can be found here or below the cut

Fics & Oneshots

The Summer Tease

Prompts: Hot Summer Days + Mankini Image Prompt

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Howard Stark

Additional Tags: 1980's, Captain America Steve Rogers, Dark Steve Rogers, Young Tony Stark, Age Difference, Size Difference, Pining, Unrequited Love, Unresolved Sexual Tension, brat tony stark, Awkward Steve Rogers, Massage, Prostate Massage, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Vomiting, emotophilia, sadist steve rogers, Daddy Kink, Begging, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Degradation, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Possessive Behavior

Summary: A young Tony Stark spends the summer off from college at his parent’s country house where Steve is staying, fresh out of the ice.

Which is all good and fine, except that Tony likes to prance around the pool in a tiny little bikini; not just any bikinis, but ones that shows off those round little cheeks, and Steve can't help but stare.

Howard's definitely going to kill him.

Words: 4,193

Yours In Secret

Prompt: Wet

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson, Minor Brock Rumlow/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Tony Stark, Dom Sam Wilson, Sub Brock Rumlow, Polyamory, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Blow Jobs, Come Marking, Come Swallowing, Come Eating, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship Summary: Everyone thinks that Brock is Tony's Dom, but what they don't know is that Tony's married to the good captain, Steve Rogers.

Words: 2,562

Daddy/Boy Time

Prompt: Wake Up + Purple Panties Image Prompt

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Side Brock Rumlow/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, daddy bucky barnes, Mommy Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub Tony Stark, Age Play, Infantilism, Diapers, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Feminization, Panties, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Come Swallowing, Tony Stark Has Nightmares

Summary: Tony's left at home yet again, but this time he's all alone.

Luckily, he gets to have some daddy/boy time when Steve and Bucky return home.

Words: 1,850

Past Pleasures Make For Future Fun

Prompts: "Oh yeah, Stevie used to like that back in the day." + Hand prints

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Light Dom/sub, Sub Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Switch Tony Stark, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Panties, Humiliation, Blow Jobs, Come Swallowing, Deepthroating Summary: Steve used to enjoy wearing panties before the serum, but now he doesn't think he'd look good in them. His Doms disagree, they definitely want to see him in a dainty pair of panties.

Words: 1,710

Snippets

Steve's Love of Panty Lines

Prompts: Tight Flight Suits Show EVERYTHING + No VPL

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Air Force, Panties, Implied/Referenced Masturbation, Awkwardness, Pining

Summary: Tight flight suits reveal EVERYTHING—and Bucky's suit is tight, like at least two sizes too small—So why can't Steve see his panty lines?

Words: 971

Caught in Lingerie

Prompt: Suit & Lingerie Image Prompt

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Boss/Employee Relationship, Intern Peter Parker, boss tony stark, Sub Tony Stark, Dom Peter Parker, Accidental Voyeurism, Lace Panties, masturbation in the office, Being Walked In On Summary: Tony loves wearing lingerie to the office, loves having a dirty little secret that no one would expect the boss to be keeping.

It was his secret, and only his... That is until Peter walked in on him, and the boss earned himself a bossy little brat.

Words: 770

Beach Boy

Prompt: You in those little high waisted shorts + Bare Ass Image Prompt

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Mermaid Tony Stark, Shorts (Clothing), Panties, Teasing, Adorable Tony Stark

Summary: Tony bares his ass on the beach to show off for his land boyfriend.

Words: 506

#marvel fic #marvel #mcu fic #mcu

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pparkerxbbarnes · 2 years

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TASM Oneshot!

Written in Y/N pov

Summary: This is set at a college frat party that your roommate drug you to, you find Peter and really hit it off with him.

Pairing: Peter Parker X F reader

Warnings: SMUT18+, car sex, handjob, some swearing/strong language, mostly fluff, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of puke.

Wattpad - marveloneshots

Tiktok - SebastianStansBitchhh

(Links posted below)

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"Come on, Y/N. We're going to be late!" My roommate yells, "Sorry, sorry." I say rushing out of the bathroom, "I couldn't find my earrings." She laughs, "Hopefully by the end of the night, you won't be worrying about your earrings." I roll my eyes, "I don't want to get drunk, Erin. I'm just going to make sure you're okay."

She sighs and looks at me, "You need this, Y/N. You need this night out. Okay. Have at least a few drinks with me?" I run a hand through my hair and nod, "A few. No more. You know how I get with alcohol."

She raises her eye brows and laughs, "Oh yeah, I've cleaned your puke off my shoes a couple of times already." I mock her laugh and grab my jacket, "At least I don't run away and slam shots as soon as we arrive, now let's go before I change my mind and stay in."

She mocks me and rolls her eyes, "I promise that won't happen this time!"

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We walk up the steps to the frat house and wait in line to get in, "This is crazy, I want to go back." I whisper to Erin. She isn't even paying attention to me. She's too busy staring at all the college boys who won't give a shit about her in the morning.

"Come on, man. I know the leader of this frat." One guy starts yelling, "Get him out here, he'll tell you who I am." The person at the door shakes his head and pushes him aside. He waves us to come through and Erin grabs my arm, "Let's go." I sigh and follow her in. "Thank you." She says sweetly to the guy at the door.

The music is so loud I can feel the bass in my chest, "Oh my god." I mumble staring at the guys doing keg stands. I look over to the other side and there's people snorting coke,

"Animals." I look around and go to look back at Erin, but she's gone.

"Great." I pull out my phone to text her but some guy carrying another guy knocks into me, causing me to drop my phone. "Fuck." I go to bend down to get it but keep getting pushed around.

"Let me help you." I barely hear over the music. I stand up and look up to see a tall, brown haired boy. "Are you okay?" He tilts his head to look at me, "Hey, are you okay?"

I shake my head and blink a few times after realizing I was just staring at this random person, "Uh. Hi.. yeah. Yeah I'm okay, thank you." He nods and hands me my phone, "Thank you."

He smiles and nods, "You don't come to these much, do you?" I smile shyly and shake my head, "No. my roommate drug me here. I only came so I know she's okay."

He leans in, "Yeah I didn't catch anything you said." He yells, "Come with me." He places a hand on my back and leads me through the crowd of already overly intoxicated people. We go out back to the patio where it's a lot less crazy, "Would you like a drink?" He asks pointing to the kegs. I think for a second, "Yeah. Why not." He walks over and grabs us drinks and comes back, "Thank you." I say taking a sip.

"Peter." He says holding his hand out, "Parker. I'm Peter Parker."

I smile and shake his hand, "Y/N Y/L/N."

He smiles, "Nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N."

I smile, "Nice to meet you, "Peter Parker."

He smiles and points to the chairs, "Would you like to sit?" I nod and walk over. He sits a few inches from me and looks over at me, "So, tell me again. What brought you here?" I take another sip of my drink, "My roommate. She drug me here, but I came to make sure she stays okay." He smiles slightly, "You guys must be close." I nod, "We became roommates freshman year and for the last two and a half years, we just became really close."

He nods, "That's really cool." I shrug, "she's like the sister I never had. Do you, uh. Do you go to school here?" He shakes his head, "I don't. My best friend, who is like a brother to me, also makes me come to these things every now and then."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, really?" He sighs, "Yeah, I kinda come for the same reason you do with your friend." I smile, "That's nice, though. A brother looking out for his brother."

He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm going to be honest, I'm usually really, really awkward when it comes to talking to girls."

I smile and tilt my head, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're doing a very good job."

He blushes and bats the air, "Oh, stop it." I laugh and take another sip of my beer. "So Peter, are you from around here?" He shakes his head, "No actually, I'm from Queens."

My mouth drops, "No shit. I'm from Elmont, just a city over!" He turns towards me quickly, "Say it ain't so." I smile and nod, "Yes, Yes. I moved there with my mom when I was four, stayed there ever since." He shakes his head, "We'll I know for a fact that If I were to ever see you around, I would have definitely made a fool out of myself." I smirk, "Yeah, okay." He laughs, "It's true, Y/N." I look up at him and sigh, "you know, I came here expecting something so much different."

He leans back and props one of his legs on the other, "Oh really?" I nod, "Yeah, the last frat party Erin, my friend, took me to, I was pushing drunks away left and right." I laugh slightly, "You know they have no idea what personal space means." Peter laughs, "I've noticed that."

My phone starts ringing.

I grab it and see Erin's face on the screen.

I look at Peter, "It's Erin, I'm going to take this really quick." He nods and motions for me to answer. "Hey. What's up?" I say. "Where are you? I've been looking all over for you, Y/N." Erin yells. I'm barely able to hear her, "I'm out back, Erin. I'm out.." I sigh and repeat myself a little louder, "Out. Back."

The call ends and I shake my head and sigh, "Sorry about her. She ran off as soon as we got here." He nods, "No it's okay." I shift towards him and before I can say anything else, Erin bursts through the door with two other girls, "Oh my gosh. There you are!" She yells, clearly feeling the alcohol already, "Y/N!"

I sigh and look at Peter, "I'm so sorry." I mouth. He shrugs and smiles, "All good." He mouths back. "Erin, hey. Are you okay?" I say standing up to meet her. She stumbles to me and falls into me, "Whoa. How much have you had to drink already?" She laughs loudly, "I don't know, like 3."

The girls around her laugh, "More like 15." The one girl says, "15 shots of tequila."

My eyes widen and I sigh, "Erin. You know what tequila does to you. Come on, you need to sit down." She pushes me away and stands up, "No. I'm fi-" she looks at Peter, "Who are you?" She drunkenly bites her lip and stumbles over to him. He stands up and holds his hand out, "I'm Peter. Nice to me-" before he can finish introducing himself, she leans over and throws up. I rush over to her and hold her hair back.

I look up at Peter, "I'm so sorry." He sits back down and smiles at me, "It's fine." I put her hair into a ponytail and rub her shoulders. "Why don't I get you home?" I ask her, "You are far too drunk to be here any longer." She whines, "But we just got here." I roll my eyes, "Yeah you should of thought about that 15 shots ago." I stand up and try to pull her up.

"Do you need a ride back?" Peter offers, "I don't mind at all." I sigh, "If you don't mind." I say placing a hand on his hand, "thank you." He smiles and nods, "Yeah, let me help you get her up."

Peter helps me get Erin up and she starts to cry, "No. i don't want to leave." I huff, "No. let's go." She whines the whole way to the car. "Please don't throw up in my car, that's all I ask." Peter says with a slight laugh. Erin groans as she lays in the backseat. I get up front and look over at him, "Thank you." He nods and smiles, "Anytime." He starts the car and points left to right, "Now where am I taking you guys?" I point left and give him the directions to our dormitory.

"Thank you, again." I say kissing him on the cheek. He smiles and nods, "Y-yeah, no problem, Y/N." I look back at Erin and back at Peter, "Don't go anywhere. Wait here."

He nods and smiles. "Come on, Erin. Let's go." She groans and whines as she climbs out of the back seat. "Don't throw up on me." I say throwing her arm over my shoulder. She nods and sluggishly walks with me.

I get her up to our room and I help her change. I lay her down and cover her up. I go to my makeup stand and look in the mirror, "Oh good lord, Y/N." I fluff my hair and sigh, "You look fine." I spray some perfume on me and turn around, "Are you going to be okay?" I ask Erin, "Hey." I walk over and find her sound asleep. I fix her blanket and go back down to Peter.

"Hey, again." He says as I get in the car, "Is she okay?" I smile and nod, "Yeah she's passed out safe and sound." He nods and looks over at me, "So what do you wanna do?" I shrug, "I'm kinda hungry. Want to go get food?" He nods and starts driving.

I don't know what it is but I feel a strong connection here.

A very strong connection.

We go through the drive through and go park in the empty parking lot across the street. "So.." I say taking a bite of my fries, "Do you live with anyone back home?" He shakes his head, "Just my Aunt May."

I nod, "I see, I see." He smiles, "I'm sorry if I'm being awkward, I just don't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off." I smile, "Like I said before, Peter. You're doing pretty good." He smiles and laughs, "Alright alright." I look over at him, admiring how cute he is, "Do you, uh. Do you have any hobbies?" He shrugs, "it's nothing special, but I like to take pictures of everything.."

I shake my head, "Nothing special? Peter, photography is so important, without it we wouldn't have pictures of the most beautiful things in life." He smiles and grabs his phone, "Here's just a couple I sent to myself.. nothing truly amazing." He swipes over a few photos and my mouth drops, "Peter. Don't ever tell me you aren't amazing at this." He shakes his head and laughs slightly and looks over at me, he tilts his head and sighs quietly. "What?" I say handing his phone back.

He shakes his head, "You're amazing." I blush and look away, "no.." he reaches over and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, "You really are."

I set my stuff in the bag and place it on the floor, returning my hand to his, "You know, Peter,” I shift towards him, “I never really met anyone like you before.."

He squeezes my hand, "I can honestly say the same thing about you, Y/N." I smile and look at him. He leans in and places a hand on my cheek, "You're really beautiful." He whispers, "Is it okay if I kiss you?" My heart starts beating like a drum in my chest, I nod and smile, "Yes."

He smiles and leans in, placing his lips on mine.

I cup his face and kiss him back.

We quickly move into making out and it gets hotter and hotter.

He leans back a bit, "Are you okay with this?" He brushes hair out of my face and looks into my eyes, "Because if you're not w-" I cut him off by kissing him again, "Yes. I'm okay with this."

He nods and kisses me again. His hands move into my hair. His kisses trailing under my jaw and down my neck.

My breathing gets heavier and heavier and I look at him, "Are you okay with this?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah, Y/N. Just as long as I see you again tomorrow."

I smile and nod, "Of course."

He nods towards the backseat and I nod, climbing back after him. He pulls me close to him with one arm and cups my face with the other, deepening the kiss. He slowly lifts me up and lays me down. He kisses down my neck and onto my chest, pushing up my dress.

I take a deep breath as he gently kisses my thigh, grabbing and squeezing as he does.

He looks up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod and smile, "Yes, Peter."

He nods and goes back to kissing my thigh, pulling down my panties. He leans up and takes them and his shirt fully off. I get up and sit on my knees, pulling him into a kiss. His hands go to my waist and I slide my hands down to his pants.

"Peter.." I whisper looking into his eyes,

"Take me please."

He nods and slightly smiles before kissing me again. I undo his pants and he helps push them down. He sits down and I climb onto of him.

I spit into my hand and reach down, grabbing ahold of his cock.

As I stroke him slowly, he grips my waist and his mouth drops open slightly,

"You like that?" I whisper quietly.

He nods and kisses me.

I slowly sit down on him and my head falls forward, resting my forehead on his. "Are you okay?" He whispers placing a hand on my head. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean back to look at him, "Yes." I whisper, "More then okay." He smiles and wraps an arm around my back.

I slowly start to move my hips and grip his shoulders tightly. He cups my face with his hand and tilts my head up, looking into my eyes.

"You feel so good, Y/N." He groans tightening his arm on my waist.

I lean down and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I grab his hair and pull slightly, "Mm." I moan lowly. He lays me down on my back and gets on top of me.

He slowly inserts himself into me again and starts thrusting. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist.

The eye contact we make drives me insane,

"Y/N.." Peter moans quietly over and over again into my neck. I kiss him and run my hands through his hair. "I'm close, Peter."

He nods and slides a hand up my side, "Does that feel okay?"

I nod and gasp, "Yes, Peter.. yes.."

He kisses my neck and reaches up to interlock his fingers with mine.

He starts to slightly pick up his thrusting pace. "Mm," he groans. I squeeze his hand and use my other hand to claw at his shoulder.

I arch my back and moan as I clench, cum all over him. He lets go of my hand and grips my hips, finishing for himself, too.

Breathing heavy, I look up at him as he hovers over me, "You are most definitely amazing, Y/N."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. He gets off of me and we get cleaned up, "I really would like to see you tomorrow.." he says putting his shirt on.

I smile, "What we're you thinking?"

He shrugs, "I know of this great restaurant downtown.. if you're up for it." I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder, "I like lunch." I turn my head to look at him, "And I really like you so it's a date."

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "Deal."

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tommyhoelland2013 · 7 years

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Boxing Lessons Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom

I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.

He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”

“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.

He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.

I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.

“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.

“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”

He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.

“Please.”

“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”

“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”

“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”

“What’s next?”

“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”

“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.

He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.

I moved my leg out, “like this?”

“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.

“I’m not standing straight already?”

“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”

“So, what’s next?”

“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”

I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”

He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”

I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”

I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”

I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.

He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.

I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.

I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.

Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.

“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.

“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.

“That’s it, baby.”

I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.

I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”

I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.

Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.

“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.

Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.

“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.

“So bad.”

“Beg for it.”

“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.

“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Yes, daddy.”

He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.

“Tom, baby-”

He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.

“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.

He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”

I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.

“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.

Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.

I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.

I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”

“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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Pillow Fort

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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A/n : Got this idea from when i made a pillow fort in my room cause i was feeling lonely :’) Also this isnt really a part two to behind doors, just a branched off oneshot from further down in there relationship

Summary : Peter is tired from a rough night of patrolling and comes home to you sleeping in your very own pillow fort

Warnings : SMUT! (oral [fem rec], dirty talk, sub/dom dynamics) some nice floofy floof

Word Count : 3.7k

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Peter had never felt so drained after patrol.

Maybe it was because he stayed up all night studying for a Physics quiz or that classes throughout the day seemed to drag on because you weren’t there to entertain him with your silly pick up lines you came up with on the go. After his last class ended, he didn’t want to go out as spider-man. All he wanted was to swing by your apartment and cuddle for the rest of the day, but when he heard about a new gang terrorising the city on Mr. Delmer’s radio, he knew he had a responsibility to stop them.

One gang and a drunk driver later, he found himself landing in front of your window, knocking lightly on the glass. After a few seconds of not getting a response, he assumed you were already asleep. Carefully, he slid open the window, stepping inside your bedroom. He locked the window before taking off his suit with a heavy sigh, leaving him in his boxers, ready to slide into bed with you.

However, as he sat on your bed and his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he noticed that it was stripped bare of any blankets or pillows. He stood straight up, looking around your room until his eyes fell on a deformed structure hidden in the corner.

It was a pillow fort.

It was flimsy, a significant dip in the roof (he could only imagine how much it annoyed you throughout the process of making it) but it kept hold. The wooden chairs on either side were the only support for the fort, heavy books keeping the sheets secure. It was rickety, but a fort nonetheless.

Peter let out a small sigh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he walked up to the structure, trying to find the entrance in the mountain of blankets. Getting on his knees, he crawled through, his hands and legs ending up on either side of your sleeping form.

“Baby?” He whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, “Sweetheart? Love? Babygirl?” He littered your face with kisses, slowly waking you up.

You let out a loud groan, stretching your arms out and almost knocking the flimsy blanket ceiling. Peter raised himself slightly, trying his best to give you enough room to stretch in the small space

“Shit,” you mumbled, making Peter chucked at your sleepy state, “Oh... Hey Petey,”

“Hey, Y/n/n,” Peter mumbled back, letting out a breathy laugh, “Missed you,”

You raised your hand to push the loose curls falling down in front of his face behind his ear, giggling at the fact that it felt right back in his eye. He blew the strand with his mouth, his nose crunching up cutely when it went right back to tickling the side of his face.

“I need to cut it soon,” he said, lowering himself into your body, his head buried in the middle of your chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly in place.

“I strongly disagree,” your said, almost offended at his words as your passed your fingers through his soft, pillowy hair, “Cut it and I’m asking Tony for his blasters,”

“Are you sure he’s going to let you borrow it after last time,” Peter looked up at you, his left cheek squished against your shirt, his lips slightly parted.

“Who says I haven’t been practicing?” You smiled, scratching his scalp, enjoying the feeling of his body melting into yours.

“Oh really?” He mumbled, “I’m going to have to see those skills sometime babe,”

“I don’t know Peter...” you dragged, biting your lip and tugged on his hair gently, “I don’t want to steal your thunder,”

“That confident huh?”

“That I could beat you in a fight, one hundred percent,”

Peter shook his head, “I’m sure you can,”

You gasped at his sarcastic tone, “You have no faith in me!”

“I never said that,” he pinched your side, raising back on his arms to hover over you.

You pouted angrily, crossing your arms over your chest, “It was implied,”

“Oh was it now?”

“Yes, yes it was,”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. I’m incapable of getting hurt and I don’t need your protection,” you replied smugly, sticking your tongue out.

“Is that so?”

You hummed in confirmation.

“Okay then,” he grinned, trailing the pads of his fingers up the side of your waist, “Protect yourself from this then!”

His hands pulled the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your stomach. Without hesitation he attacked the soft skin, wiggling his fingers in the places he knew would make you scream.

“For fucks sake Peter!” your hand shot up to his chest, trying to push him away as the giggles took over your body, your chest bubbling with joy while your breath escaped your lungs.

“Stop! Peter! Oh. My. God. Stop!” you laughed, fists pounding at his hard chest.

“Then tell me, you wont get those blasters Y/n!” he said, a sinister smirk on his face, “I’m not letting you go until you tell me!”

“I-” you heaved, “Peter! I-” you giggled, “Holu fuck!” god damn did your chest begin to hurt, “Okay! Okay! I won’t get them! Now stop!”

His hands suddenly left your body as he leaned back on his calves to admire the mess he made of you. Your chest raised up and down with desperate breaths to calm your rapid beating heat, your face blown out and your eyes closed in a silent thank you. You sighed, letting your stiff limbs fall back into the cushioning with a thud, relaxing fully.

It reminded him of a very different scenario other than the aftermath of an innocent tickle fight.

“You know I was having a great time before you showed up,” you murmured after a while.

“I find that hard to believe,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really, I’m amazing!”

“You’re a monster.”

“Your monster though,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you paused, opening one eye to look up at him, “You’re still not cutting your hair though,”

“You’re still on this!”

“It was the point of this whole conversation! Of course I’m still on this-”

“Oh, that's it.”

With your one eye still closed, you let out a surprised hum, circling your arms around Peter’s neck, as his lips met onto yours. You sighed into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours while his hands trailed the side of your body once more, lifting your left thigh against his waist. The kiss became hungrier, soon both your tongues became entangled with each other. You didn’t bother to fight for dominance, knowing Peter already took that role when his hand rested on your ass, squeezing tightly at the skin.

“I hate you,” he mumbled, pulling back and pressing his forehead on yours.

“Sure seems like it Petey,” you whispered, voice low and sultry.

With a low growl, he smashed his lips back on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. God you loved getting him riled up, as much as you loved your shy, little nerd, the other side of him you saw in bed turned you on more than you could think of as you slipped into sub space.

But you didn't want to do it in something as unstable as a pillow fort.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered into your mouth, moving to your jaw and down your throat.

“Peter,” You groaned, pushing on his shoulders lightly, “Not here, baby.”

Sucking on your collar bone, Peter mumbled, “Why not?”

“I don’t- fuck,” you gasped as Peter pulled up your shirt and latched his lips onto your nipple, massaging the other with his hand, “I don’t think fucking in an unstable pillow fort is going to be really advisable,”

“Don’t knock it till you try it right?” He snickered, moving his lips to the other nipple.

“Were going to knock the fucking thing down,” you grunted, bitting down on your finger while the other grabbed the sheets underneath you.

“Well it’s either here or your bare mattress,” he whispered, raising his head back up near yours, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your panties, “You decide.”

“You ride a tough bargain Peter,” you whispered back, biting your lip at the darkness in his eyes.

He continued down your body, his voice deep with lust, “You know me princess,” he placed a kiss on your stomach, moving down your hips before reaching the side of your thighs, taking them in his hands, “I like when you beg,”

You groaned at his words, throwing your head back as his lips hovered over your clothed core for a split second. But he avoided contact at all costs, focusing on biting and sucking on your thigh, moving between the left and right and getting closer to the place you wanted him the most.

“Peter,” you whined, running your hand through his hair, tugging at his locks once again.

“I thought you heard me earlier princess,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your heat closer to his face, “I want you to beg,”

You groaned, not wanting to give in. But the light kisses to your clit and his hands moving up and down your thighs, you didn’t know how long you could resist before you broke.

“Come on pretty girl,” he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking the skin to form a bruise, “Beg for it, beg for what you want so badly,”

You tucked your head into your shoulder, “Touch me peter,” you mumbled, yelping when he slapped your thigh.

“Louder pretty girl,”

“Oh god, touch me Peter! Touch my pussy, please,” you said audibly, your hands shooting to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

Without any further discussion, Peter teared off your underwear and buried his face between your thighs, lapping at the juices that started to escape your lips minutes before and continued flowing onto his tongue. If there was something he loved more than life itself, it was your taste. Nothing could match up to the sweet nectar that your body gave him. He loved giving you pleasure that nobody else could. He glanced up at you, head thrown back, thighs closing in around his face as your hands pushed him deeper into your core.

If there was a heaven, this is what he imagined it would be.

He shook his head, flicking his tongue deeper inside of you before moving up to suck your on your clit gently. One of his arms stayed securely on your waist, keeping you down so you didn’t destroy the structure around you while the other moved closer to your heat. He tested the waters by gliding his warm finger tip over your cunt and slipping it in, paying attention to your body’s reactions, jerking and tensing under him.

“More,” you whimpered, “More, please Peter,”

“What was that baby? Did my needy girl want more than what I’m giving her?” his laugh sent vibrations up your torso, “What did I say?”

“To- to beg,”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Peter, Peter please give me more, I want it faster, harder, anything! Just please!” you cried, jerking your hips off the ground but his strength held you down.

“Good girl,” he smirked, adding another finger while quickening his pace. His mouth stayed working around your sensitive bud, brushing his tongue along it like he was painting a precious artwork.

His fingers however were ferocious, pumping in and out of you at an inhuman rate. Your juices began to soak the sheets beneath you, hips grinding back down like the desperate whore you were, pulling his digits deeper inside you.

“Peter, I’m- i’m gonna cum,” your legs began to shake, your voice rising higher and higher while you orgasm approached, “Please Peter! Can I cum? Can I cum?”

“Go on baby, cum for me, cum in my mouth, cum all over my fingers,” his fingers moved impossibly faster, plunging in and out of your pussy, “Fall apart for me princess.”

You screamed when your high hit, your back arching out of his control. He slowed his movements, sailing you through it, prolonging it for as long as possible. When your body slumped back on the floor, he trailed his lips back up your stomach, staining your skin with your cum. He pushed his lips on yours, moaning as you devoured his mouth, drinking up every last drop.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You ready for more princess?”

All you could muster was a nod, playing it off as exhaustion from your recent high. Even after a years of dating, you were still as closed off and shy from when he met you in bed, holding back your precious voice from him. He tried his best to keep you talking, to tell you that screaming like a banshee was all he ever wanted. But every time you came back from your euphoric state, you were always self conscious of doing something wrong or saying something out of line.

He was determined to make that your biggest confidence using the little things he picked up along the way.

“Come one princess,” he muttered groggily, moving to your neck and kissing your pulse point, nibbling and sucking on the skin, “I’m not going to do anything if you don’t speak up,”

You looked up at him with doe eyes, a completely different person from the one that was bickering with him earlier. One that was willing to do anything and everything he wanted. But he wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted to do what you wanted, to pleasure and worship you the way you deserve.

It was your pillow fort he was about to fuck you in after all.

“I- uh, you could do what you were… you know, going to do?”

“And what was that sweetheart?”

Heat rose to your face, you hid your head in your shoulder in an attempt to avoid saying such vulgar words. Peter only squinted his eyes, the gears in his head turning as he thought of something to get you to speak up.

“Alright then,” he smirked, “Have it your way.”

You watched with curious eyes while he slipped out of boxers, taking his hard cock in his hand and guiding it to your puffy hole. He slowly unsheathed himself inside you, resisting the urge to pull back out and slam right back into you. You were always so tight around him, and your uncontrollable clenching just destroyed him even more.

In one swift motion, he turned the both of you over, careful to keep his chest pressed against yours so you didn’t raise up and mess up the fort.

“There we go,” he sighed, letting you settle comfortably in the new position with your hands pressed against his shoulder and legs on either side of his waist, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Peter I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, my turn to speak now princess,” he cut you off, squeezing your hips when you moved around a bit too much for his liking, “Now, we’re going to work on our communication skills okay? Meaning, everything you’re feeling as I fuck you, I want you to tell me. And by everything, I mean every detail princess,” he lowered his voice, “I want to know how my cock feels inside of you, what goes through your mind while you fuck yourself sensless,” He rutted his hips up, smiling when you fell further against his chest, whimpering into his neck.

“I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word,” he punctuated each word with the thrust of his hips, “Or else this ends, you got that princess,?”

You instinctively nodded but quickly caught yourself, “Yes Peter,”

“That’s my good little princess,” he took your cheek into his palm, bringing your head and to press his forehead against his, “Ready?”

“Yes Petey,” you nodded, letting out a shaky moan when he started bouncing you up and down his length, meeting you halfway.

“Go on princess,”

“It- it feels good,” you stuttered, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure and not Peter’s lustful eyes staring back at you, “You’re… you’re really big Peter. Stretching… me out… so, so good,”

“Good girl,” he groaned, quickening his pace with every word, “Keep going.”

“I… I-” you slumped fully against his chest, “I can’t, all i feel is you Petey. I- I can’t think, all I… I could only feel-”

“Then tell me what you feel Y/n, tell me everything.”

“Amazing… so- so full and deep.” your fingers digged into his skin, “Could you go faster? Please Peter, I- I need more,”

“Anything for you princess,” he mumbled, planting his feet on the floor and ramming into you at the same pace he did with his fingers.

“Ah fuck!” you tightened your arms around his neck, “Peter! Oh god Peter! I- I-”

“Are you close princess? Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nodded into his neck, all you could manage was a whimper, “Yes… can- can i?”

“Go ahead princess, cum on my cock… you deserve it,”

You bit down on the skin of his neck, trying to keep your head from throwing itself back. Peter stilled his hips, filling you up with his seed while keeping you close, sighing as shot up into you. You sunk into his body, your breath hot against his skin while you regained your energy, snuggling closer for comfort.

In the silence that followed, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.

“Round two then?”

...

“Soo,” Peter whispered softly, crawling back into the sheets and lying besides you, “Why the pillow fort,”

You cuddled closer to his bare chest, letting out a soft breath once your cheek made contact with the warm skin. No matter how cold the air around him got, you could always count on your boyfriend to be your own personal heater.

“Was feelin’ lonely,” you mumbled, letting out a big yawn, “And I got bored,”

Peter chuckled, running his hand down your bare back sending shivers up your spine, “It’s nice, comfortable,”

“Yeah, I did a pretty good job didn’t I?” You smiled, curling your legs around his, “Took me three tries to get it right,”

“Three tries?”

“Well my college dorm doesn't really have much stuff to work with now does it,” you looked up at him with hooded eyes, blinking slowly while jabbing your finger into his left peck drowsily, “Would’ve been easier if my boyfriend came earlier though,”

“I thought you liked that I lasted long-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” He laughed when you smacked his chest, placing a sweet peck to your forehead as an apology, “And I’m sorry for being late, got caught up with some bad guys and well… you know the drill,”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” You hid your face in his neck, snuggling in closer to his body, “Shouldn’t you be back at the house by now?”

He sighed. Harry had asked him to help out with cleaning up the house for your hopeful arrival in the next couple of days. Him and the rest of the boys planned out the week already, and today’s plan was to fix up the place and set new rules that kept it that way. But seeing you lying besides him, glowing like an angel by his side... words couldn't describe the emotions he felt in that moment. All he knew was that he couldn't wait, he felt like he waited long enough.

That this could be the perfect, special moment he hoped for.

“They could survive without me for one night,” His hand tightened around you, “I- uh, actually came here to ask you about something until we got... well, distracted,” he laughed lightly.

You hummed, acknowledging his statement and urging him to continue.

“I was wondering if you would want to move in with me?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sat up on your elbow to look at him directly, “You’re saying you want me to- you want us to live together? With everyone?”

You felt Peter clam up under your palm, biting his lip as he avoided your gaze, “I mean, you’ve already met everyone and they all love you, probably way more than me. And I can’t you know, guarantee your safety here not to mention i have to disable all the cameras around the block if i want to swing into your window and, and-” he took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands, “That and I really love you, and I would love to take this step with you, only if you want to,”

You immediately engulfed up into a tight hug, awkwardly fitting yourself in his hold but you could hardly care about your uncomfortable position.

“Of course I would move in with you peter,” you smiled, pulling back to look at him, “Honestly, I’m growing tired of this small place anyways,”

“Good, that’s good,” he bit his lip, trying to suppress the urge to screech at the top of his lungs at the thought of your ever saying yes, “We- we’d sort all of this out in the morning,”

“Of course, of course,” you nudged your nose against his, “In the morning,”

Before he could lean in to kiss you, he heard something fall on the floor with a thud and without warning the sheets above you fell, slapping the both of you in the face.

“Maybe chairs with wheels wasn't the best choice for this,” you giggled, pushing up the sheets from your head.

“You think?” Peter joked along with you, helping to get rid of fabric blocking your eyesight.

He witnessed the blanket being pulled off of you, relieving your glowing skin and bright smile staring back at him. He knew he was taking the right step with you, he knew that you were the one for him because with a simple look or touch you made him a complete mess. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were around his.

And he couldn't be happier.

“To the bed?” he whispered.

“To the bed.” you responded, finally locking your lips on his, sealing in your love in the now fallen pillow fort.

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parknerficrecblog · 3 years

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something happens with skip wescott (the literal worst) and Harley comforts Peter (parkner)

so, hi anon! unfortunately, i couldn’t find any fics that had Skip Wescott actually present in the fic, but the following two fics deal with Skip Wescott and his past with Peter, and, of course, Harley providing comfort :)

both of the following fics contain the ‘past rape/non-con’ tag. specific tags vary between fics, so make sure to read them, but each and every fic contains Skip Wescott and past rape/non-con.

im so sorry i couldn’t find more for you, but i’d suggest browsing the Harley Keener/Peter Parker tag, and then using filters to include the Skip Wescott character to find some more.

Skip Westcott by ilove_klance - oneshot - 1.8k

There was a time when Peter had been so fully effected by Skip Westcott that it felt like his life was put on hold. He had been young at the time, a middle schooler. One of the many kids in the world taken advantage of. He felt dirty, filthy, god- he felt sick. And that was only just the day after Skip disappeared from his life.

of late nights and kept secrets by lavender_tea_writes - oneshot - 1.3k

“Tell me a secret.” Harley whispered, breaking the comfortable quiet.

“You already know my biggest secret, Harls.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m Spider-Man, remember?”

Harley scoffed, “Okay, I'll give you that. But I don’t want to know something about Spider-Man, I want to know about you. What’s something you’ve never told anyone in your life, Peter Parker?”

Peter and Harley lay awake at night. They share their secrets.

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All my work is fem!reader unless specified. Do not steal my work and post on other platforms. Please read all warnings before reading any of my work. All my work is from Oldest to Newest in order. Requests are open. Thank you! [✓] - Completed, [*] - Mature/Smut, [ ☀ ] - Favorite

Series:

Petty Masterlist - Peter Parker is stupid; at least in your opinion. Seeing him prance around school all day, knowing he’s Spiderman annoys you. He doesn’t seem to like you that much either, avoiding every interaction with you. You decided he got on your nerves too much, and you changed his English grade to a zero. When you realize your mistake, it comes hitting you right where you least suspect it. [in progress]

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All the Same - Peter reveals his insecurity to you. [angst with happy ending] Promises - Reader confronts Peter and Steve tries to comfort you. [angst with happy ending] Interruption Part 2 - Aunt May interrupts the two of you. [*] Bored and Horny - Peter teaches you a lesson. [*] Party - A mishap between you and Peter happen at a party. [angst] Tease - Peter and Reader get heated during a make out session. [*] [fluff] No Teammate Left Behind - You save Peter. [angst] Let Me Down Slow - You pull away from Peter when you find out you’re pregnany. [angst with happy ending] 5 Stages of Grief - Peter goes through the stages of losing you. [angst with happy ending] My Everything - You find out your best friend loves you. [*] Penny for your Thoughts - You break it off with your shitty boyfriend with the help of Peter. [angst with happy ending] Love Letters - You finally meet Peter again. [*] I like it - Things get weird when your dad, Steve, catches you and Peter. [*] Bullies - Reader stands up for Peter. [fluff] Jeopardy and Pancakes - You send nudes to Peter. [fluff] [ ☀ ] Time Trap - You get stuck in witch!Peter’s store. [*] Coconut Cream-Pie - You get your revenge on Peter after he teases you all day. [fluff] You Complete Me - Peter can’t wait to marry and have a family with you. [fluff] November Bet Part 2 Part 3 - Peter struggles with No Nut November. [angst] [*] Sleepy Peter - Peter has trouble sleeping when you’re out on a mission. [fluff] Math Man - You get bored when Peter’s taking a math test. [fluff] Taking My Time - Peter goes down on you. [*] Never Drinking Again - Peter gets too drunk and messes up. [funny] Gift Wars - Peter gets a horrible gift from you. [fluff/funny] Heartbreak Girl - Peter comforts you after a bad breakup. [*] Weekends - Peter tells you some bad news. [angst] [part two coming soon] Green Light - During an office party, you and Peter finally hook up. [*] Favoritism - Peter is obsessed with your boobs. [*] Please Pick Up - Peter calls you while he’s drunk to tell you everything he didn’t get to say. Collaboration with @evermoreparker [angst with happy ending] Road Trip Part 2 - A bumpy ride and some sexy time? Sweet! [*] Hard Work - You teach Peter a lesson about how hard your job is. [*] A Few Promises - You do something stupid to try to save Peter’s life. [angst with happy ending] Best Birthday Gift - You surprise Peter with his first blow job for his birthday gift. [*] [ ☀ ] Not Again - During a night with Peter, you get a call from your ex. Collaboration with @evermoreparker [*] [angst with happy ending] A Life with Peter Parker - Set after NWH, Reader still remembers Peter. [fluff] Dirty Talk - Peter Parker learns how to talk dirty during an event. [*] A Goodbye that Doesn’t Matter - Peter finds out your friend died. [angst] Lesson Learned - Sam and Bucky make it a game to interrupt you and Peter every time you guys hook up. [*] [fluff] [ ☀ ]

Blurbs:

Matchmaker [fluff] Game on [fluff] Strong Opinions [fluff] Figure this out [angst] Don’t [angst with happy ending] PDA Part 2 [fluff] Ice breaker [fluff] A Whole New World [fluff] Sick [fluff] Bad Day [fluff] Cute Jealousy [fluff] Wings [fluff] What Love Looks Like [fluff] Happy Birthday! [fluff] Sleepy Cuddles [fluff] Food Puns [fluff] Caught [angst with happy ending] Louis [fluff] No Spoilers [fluff] Drunk Texts [fluff] A Sleepless Night [*] Drivers License [angst] Seashells [angst] Peter’s Bad Night [*] Spongebob Paint [fluff] When You Don’t Love Them Back - Peter Parker part [angst]

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treat your skin with kindness (p.p.)

pairing: Peter Parker x reader (can read as gender neutral)

word count: 900ish

warnings: skincare horror lol, fluff, maybe some useful info?

notes: our first Fancy Bitch Friday piece, y'all! i will be releasing a wee blurb or oneshot every friday that's related to beauty, skincare, and general wellness. peter here is 1000% inspired by my bf who has infuriatingly good skin despite his lack of care lol. ENJOY! 💞

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You wholeheartedly believe that Peter is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

And no, it’s not because his whole face lights up when he smiles. Or that his dark brown eyes are so warm and kind and inviting, even when he’s talking about the most mundane things like groceries or traffic. Or how animated his expressions are --whether he’s excited or upset or tired…

He literally is beautiful. As in healthy, glowing skin like they show in advertisements.

The only catch? He treats his face like absolute shit.

You notice it in passing, but didn’t put it together right away. When you saw him scrubbing his face really hard in the shower, you simply assumed he was in a hurry --about 80% of the time, he is, anyway. He doesn’t always have a facial wash on his shelf, but maybe he just forgot and used his body wash instead. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do.

But one night, he comes into your tiny studio apartment from a patrol, looking exhausted. He rips off his mask and plants a kiss on the top of your head while you're working on your laptop. He saunters off to your equally tiny kitchenette, pushes the Spider-Man logo on his chest and let the suit fall off of his shoulders.

“Busy night?” you call out, your gaze returning to your laptop in front of you.

“Meh, nothing major,” he replies, turning on the tap. “It’s so fucking hot outside, though.”

"I know! That's why I opened all the windows, busted out the fan--"

You're cut off by the sound of water splashing and thought he was just washing his hands. But you turn to look and he's practically got his face dunked in the sink. Silly boy.

"Do you wanna just shower, babe?" you giggle.

There's a lull as he finishes up, and he turns around with a suspiciously fresh face as he says, "Yeah, I definitely need a shower," while wiping his face with a dishrag by the sink.

Your brain short-circuits in utter horror. "Peter-- what-- did you just wash your face on my kitchen sink?!"

"Yeah."

"With what? I don't have anything on there."

"Yeah, you do. That Palmolive thingy by the sink."

You gasp. "Peter, that's a dish soap!"

"Well, it's a soap either way, right?" he shrugs with an easy smile.

But that doesn't ease your concern now. Even though you're a full-on skincare junkie, you know that not everyone has the same priorities. But treating one's face like a dirty dish is just a step too far, and it makes your stomach turn. Next thing you know, you're marching over and inspecting his face, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

"Oh, your poor skin…"

"Are you kidding me? My skin looks smooth and glowing thanks to-- ouch!"

You swat him on the arm. "See? You have a zit now!"

He reaches out to his cheek and finds a little bump there. "Oh. Well. Can I borrow your nail clipper to cut it off?"

"NO!"

"Okay, jeez!" he raises his arms dramatically. "God, I've never seen you lose your cool like this before. It's scary."

"It's-- you-- I mean-- dish soap! I-- you know what? Come with me." you take his hand and guide him to your little bathroom.

He clumsily tries to step out of his loosened suit, so now he's following your bossy ass in boxer shorts and not much else.

"See that white and green bottle in there?" you point at the CeraVe cleanser in your shower shelf. "Feel free to use that for your face whenever you're here."

He nods, eyebrows furrowed in focus. "Okay. How much do I pump out each time?"

"Like, about yea much is enough," you draw a dime-sized circle on his palm with your finger. "And don't forget to do it gently."

"Gently?"

"Like this, for just about a minute." you run your fingers in circular motions on his palm, without pressing or scrubbing too hard.

"That's it?" he questions. "I don't think that's enough to get all the dirt out…"

"It will," you reassure him, "with the right product. Not some harsh, corrosive dish soap-- which, by the way, we need to get you one of your own facial wash, buddy."

Peter groans, his head lulls back. "Babe, I'm broke--"

"Then I'll get you one!"

He groans more petulantly in protest.

"Babe, it's 15 bucks that'll last you, like, 5 months. Maybe more." you cup his cheeks with both hands now. "Just think of it as me… getting the occasional pizza or something."

"Are you sure?" he pouts, wraps his sinewy arms around your waist.

You nod in certainty, finally able to relax a little after the initial shock. "I know your skin can probably take it, but what's the harm in just… treating it with more kindness?"

"Ugh, you're so good at arguing," he feigns annoyance, nudging your forehead with his, "I hate you."

"I love you, too." you kiss him squarely on the lips.

He kisses you back with a smile, the kind of smile that lights up the face. The whole room. The whole fucking block, really. And you lovingly hate him for being so effortlessly beautiful.

"Now go shower. You smell rough, Spider-Boy." you send him on his way with a pat on his butt. "And don't you dare cut off your zit with a nail clipper!"

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