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Wedding night And #8 for Andrew Garfield?

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Husband! Andrew Garfield x Wife! Fem! Pregnant! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - pure fluff and smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.5K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Andrew promised you that he would make sure your wedding was perfect. He didn’t care how much it cost, where it would be, who was invited, as long as he was marrying you. Even then though, as much as he wanted to stick by the rules and not see you on the special day, he sneaks a peak and sees a small little surprise you had just for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || I gave you best friends with names inspired by Harry Potter cuz my sister was watching it- || Michaela Jaé Rodriguez and Florence Pugh are now your best friend cuz they’re amazing || I didn’t put the actual wedding ceremony cuz it would’ve taken too long sorry with love 🤍 || I chose a wedding song for you || public oral || public sex || fingering || unprotected sex || creampie || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || pregnant sex || daddy kink || lactation kink || pregnancy kink || this is pure filthy smut I’m so sorry I got carried away- ||

“So, are you going to kick me out now?” Andrew whispered to you, his hands teasing at your hips in an attempt to persuade you into letting him stay the whole night. He thought the superstition was stupid, and to you as well, but your best friends were insisting on it.

Besides, you had a little gift for Andrew you didn’t want him seeing, so it worked out.

You hummed, letting your fingers trail down his bare chest. It was tempting, him and his perfect accent, but no. This was being done for the right reason. “Not yet. You still have a few minutes.”

Andrew sends you his signature lopsided grin. “I can do a lot in a few minutes.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned forward, kissing you softly with a firm press of his lips. “I know you can baby… I know.”

He grins, raising a brow. “So I can-?”

“It’s 11:55, Andrew, get out!” Your best friend rushed in, grabbing him from the bed and basically dragging him out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, sitting up as they paused.

“He can’t see you on your wedding day!” They then proceeded to drag him out, a loud laugh escaping his lips.

“I love you, my sweet girl!”

“I love you too, Andrew!”

The next morning, Andrew knew he wasn’t supposed to see the gift you gave your best friend, a bright blue bag that he had seen around the house but never looked inside because you were yelling exclusively at him not to.

“Look! Isn’t it so cute, I got it custom made,” you pulled out a tiny piece of cloth that he couldn’t see, but it wasn’t like he was trying to whenever he was staring at the beautiful wedding dress you had on. “He’s going to love it, right?”

Maybe it was lingerie, oh he’d love any lingerie you’d put on. It didn’t make sense though, you’d have the lingerie on, underneath that beautiful wedding dress that would’ve had ancestors turning in their graves.

The white fabric was tight on your body, lace overlapping the skin toned fabric that matched yours perfectly to make it seem like the white lace and the intricate beadings and pearls and small white and clear crystals that made it seem like it was dancing on your skin. He inhaled deeply as you turned around, makeup perfect and that perfect white gold ring that had the large diamond created into it made a deep sigh leave his lips, his eyes already watering.

Oh, how could you look so beautiful? You were showing skin and your beautiful form that he had praised for years, mumbling words against your body about how perfect you were.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop staring.

“Andrew!” Your friend saw him still dressed in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, still designer of course, but he still wasn’t dressed in the suit he picked out. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m sorry!” He wiped his eyes quickly as you gasped when Hermione covered your body with her own.

“Get out!” Michaela yells, laughing when she almost trips. “Go!”

Andrew groans dramatically as he walks away, holding back a smile when the door slammed shut. He could hear your laugh, making Andrew look back until Jamie and Charlie walked out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jaime was laughing, his tux tight in his body. “Sneaking into her room, naughty Andrew, aren’t you?”

“She has a present for me,” he grinned, looking over at Charlie. “And I’m going to enjoy it so much.”

After the official wedding, it was time for the grand entrance. For your something old, new, borrowed, and blue, there were a lot of things your bridesmaids gave you, but one of your families gave you the chance to get married where they did as their something ‘borrowed’.

The reception was adults only, especially with everyone else being adults and the fact you and Andrew were always pretty physical. For something new, Florence gave you diamond ear cuffs to accentuate your new diamond and sapphire earrings Michaela had given you for something blue. For something old, Andrew’s mother gave you a diamond and white gold tennis bracelet that had been in their family.

“You ready to go inside, baby? It’s our grand entrance,” Andrew pulled away from your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. His lips were swollen, thankfully un-smeared of lipstick because of the makeup artist Andrew got to make sure you looked absolutely perfect. “And they’ve been waiting for like half an hour because I couldn’t get this dress off for a quickie.”

You only giggle, humming softly with a shrug. “They’ve waited this long, they can wait a few more minutes. You just… your mouth is just perfect.”

He grinned. “Oh, is it? Let me see, show me,” he leaned back on the wall, pushing himself into a wall sit position to lean his head back so that you were taller than him. He opened his mouth wide, watching as you leaned down to lick against his tongue, his hands pulling you closer between his legs. You tilt your head, pulling him closer as you tug his head farther up, desperate to taste him more.

He tasted like mint, fresh and cold as you exhaled into his mouth and stroked his hair. You sucked even harder, groaning before a loud scream made you pull back.

“Y/N, Andrew, get your butts inside!” Florence yelled, her accent filling the room as you laughed.

“We’re coming!”

“I hope not!” Michaela yelled, peeking out from inside the main building. “Come on, let’s go!”

Andrew stood up straight, fixing his white suit as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. You both slowly walked in, cheers and laughter and music filling your ears as Andrew looked over at you while pulling you to the middle of the dance floor. Your song started playing, that perfect, perfect song. You had started listening to it randomly, and whenever Andrew heard it, you both agreed that it would be a perfect wedding song.

We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron fit the two of you. Sometimes you did fight and fall, there were nights filled with sobbing, but as soon as you both saw each other and were pulled into the other's arms; everything went quiet. It went still, soft, the only thing filling the night was each other.

“I’m always going to be here for you, Andrew,” you whisper, stroking the back of his head. “Always and forever. I will be with you forever.”

Andrew inhaled deeply, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Right at the end, there was one last thing that you both had to do. The taking off the garter, it was time.

You sat down in the large cushioned chair that made you feel like a queen, your dress that went out at the waist hiked up as everyone around you both cheered. It was hot, extremely hot temperature wise you were surprised your makeup wasn’t dripping down your face, but it was good.

Andrew must have been hot too, his blazer already off and the tie around his neck gone and the top few buttons already unbuttoned. His face was shiny, sheening with sweat as he kneeled down in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt even lower making everyone cheer. He goes under the poofy skirt of your dress, his tongue shamelessly dragging along your thigh as his hands hold your knees apart and a loud squeal leaves your mouth. Everyone cheers, but your mind was focused on his mouth as he licked against your bare cunt exposed by your lingerie, sucking and rubbing his fingers against your slit. Your hands rush to hold his head through your dress, an uncontrollable giggle leaving your lips as he slides a finger inside of your cunt, easily because he was definitely fingering you earlier in the hall.

It doesn’t change the feeling though, his middle finger thrusting into you knuckle deep and his thumb rubbing around your entrance. Teasing around your entrance with his thumb as his teeth graze down your thigh, teasing the lace and chiffon garter. You hold back a whimper and a moan as he slowly takes a hold of it, pulling out his sticky fingers as he gets down to your ankle, slipping the garter off around your heel before coming out from under your skirt with the garter between his teeth.

Oh you truly couldn’t wait for tonight.

When you and Andrew got home, he was carrying you bridal style like he always wanted to. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, laughing as he kicked the door shut and quickly set the alarm before moving to the stairs. “Andrew. Andrew, baby please, I need you, I need you so bad.”

You had been desperate ever since he finger fucked you while taking off your garter, sneaking away to finish it off while everyone was dancing to fuck you with his long digits in the hallway, effectively making you come undone around his fingers while you begged for more.

He laughed, pressing kisses to your neck as he finally made it up, going straight to your shared room’s closed door. “You need me, love? Yeah? I swear to fucking god I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the year baby. I’ll fuck you so much you’ll never forget this night, fill you up with so much cum that you’ll be pregnant by the end of the night.”

You gasped, making him pause after he opened the door, raising a brow. “Y/N, baby, everything alright?”

You looked back inside the room, smiling when you saw the baby blue bag. “Take me inside!” He quickly does as you say, setting you down as you quickly run to the bag, your bare feet padding along the cold wood floor. “Open it!”

“Baby, is everything alright? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just open it!”

He sighs as he slowly sits down on the bed, your hands already undoing the back of your dress and slipping it off easily because Andrew had untied the main knot earlier. You kneeled in front of him, the only thing covering your body was the lingerie that you had underneath your wedding dress. The sight alone made him get distracted, your eyes wide and waiting for him to open the bag that he had seen earlier, face bare of makeup that you had taken off before you both left the venue.

“Andrew!” You whined, a pout on your swollen lips. “Open it!”

“R-Right,” he looks down at the bag, inhaling deeply as he takes out the tissue paper and you giggle. He slowly takes out the fabric, your face falling when he looks at you confused. “What is it?”

“It’s a onesie, Andrew!” You groaned. “Turn it around!”

He did, jaw falling slack when he saw the blue texts underneath the graphic of a swaddled baby, ‘YOU’RE GOING TO BE A DADDY!’

You start to worry when he doesn’t speak, quickly peeking over the onesie to see his eyes red and bloodshot, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh, Andrew!”

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was broken, hoarse as you quickly jumped into his chest, hugging him. “Oh my fucking god, I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be a daddy, baby, you’re making me a daddy.”

You smiled widely, tears of relief filling your eyes as you slowly pulled the onesie from his grip and pulled him down to press a kiss to your lips. You groaned loudly as his hands quickly hold your hips, pulling you off of the ground as he stood and turned around, easily laying you on the bed before crawling over your body.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking and biting to leave hickies all over your perfect skin. He groaned loudly as your legs spread automatically for him, sitting back to quickly undo his belt and unbutton his pants, fumbling to slip them off making you giggle. He succeeds after a few minutes, ducking back down to kiss against your tits.

“To think these pretty tits are going to be filled with milk for me soon,” he murmured against your nipples, cupping and squeezing at them making your nipples quickly go hard and your back arch. You whined as he sucked on your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he stared up at you. “You’re going to be a perfect mommy for our babies, darling, but I think as soon as I taste your milk, I’m gonna keep wanting more.”

You whined as his other hand squeezed at your nipple, flicking with his thumb as he continued to suck and abuse the other, groaning. “Dr-Drew, you’re going to be a perfect daddy, you’re going to be the best daddy ever.”

He groans against your tit, lapping against your perky bud with a wink. “Do you think so, baby? I swear, I’m going to love seeing you round with my baby and tits full of milk. Swear, I’m going to be hard all the fucking time seeing you pregnant with my baby. Think I’m going to like seeing you pregnant.”

You whined loudly, hips bucking as your eyes rolled back when he moved to the other tit. “Andrew, Andrew please!”

“Ah ah baby, I’m a daddy now,” he grinned at you, teasing you. “Think you should call me that now.”

This wasn’t something that happened often, but how could you refuse when he looked so fucking proud of himself? “D-Daddy, daddy please. Please, need you to fuck me. Need to be full of your cum, need to feel your cock inside of me.”

He groaned loudly, leaning up to press his mouth to yours, his tongue swirling around your own. It wasn’t even a kiss, his tongue swirling and shoving down your throat as he guided his cock in between your legs, pushing inside of you and swallowing the loud moan that left your mouth.

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good, I swear,” he basically growled against your lips, gasping as your nails dragged down his back. “Maybe it’s because you’re growing my child? Could that be it? You’re making me a daddy, gonna be the perfect fucking mother for our children?”

You nodded, mind blurry as you tried to focus on his voice, but the only thing you could think about was his dick. He was slow at first, his cock not foreign inside of you, but the faster his thrusts got, the more you couldn’t focus. “Yes!” You yelled out, the only thing you could even think about. Yes, I’ll be the perfect mother. Yes, I’ll raise your children, yes, yes, yes.

“Swear baby, if it’s going to make you like this, I’m going to keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” he groans, hips moving faster as your head tilted back, mouth lulled open and moans falling out, but your face was so fucked out it looked like you weren’t thinking of anything else but his cock, not even the words coming out of his mouth. “Look at you, baby. I love you darling, I do, but I fucking love when you get all cock obsessed for me. Are you cock obsessed, baby, dick drunk? Hm?”

Your head lulls, nodding as your nails dig into his shoulders, another orgasm close as you speak. “Yes. Yes, daddy, I’ll be pregnant all the time for you! I’ll stay here, ready to get fucked and bred, pumped full of cum to give you babies!”

It was words fully fueled of lust, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds of skin against skin slapping together echoing off the walls fueling both of your fucked out states. It was fully possible you didn’t even know what you were saying, only thinking about his cock, as you were successful all in your own, but there was the chance where you did know what you were talking about and you would sit here pumping babies out for him every nine months just for him to get you pregnant again and again as soon as you’re cleared.

The thought truly did sound fucking amazing. You both knew damn well he could provide for both of you and all of your children, no matter how many you both chose to have.

“Oh yeah, baby? You gonna be a good fucking cumslut, gonna be bred over and over again? Huh? Gonna keep you fucking pregnant, all while you be the perfect fucking mother for each and every one of our spoiled little brats that are going to fucking praise you like a goddess. Gonna fuck you over and over again, not gonna let any drop of cum spill out, keep all of my sperm inside of you so you can get pregnant over and over. You like that? Do you like the thought of having babies over and over again for me?”

His words easily tipped you over the edge, his cock ramming into you over and over again, fucking you like a fleshlight and using your abused hole to please you. The only thought in your mind was the unrealistic image of cum, his cum, spurting out of your cunt, tummy bulging like you were nine months pregnant just from his sperm and tits leaking breast milk that he would devour every minute of the day if he could.

Even if it was unrealistic, he would make it happen if you asked him to.

“Baby, you already came, you squirted all over my cock. What’s going on in that little fucked out brain of yours, hm? Tell me, it better not be the thought of anything other than my cock,” he grunted as he slammed his hips back into you, his hand pushing between the both of you to rub circles against your puffy clit. His other hand grabbed your chin, wiping the drool running down your chin as he forced you to look at him. “Hey baby, I’m right here. Look at me and tell me what you’re thinking about, tell your daddy what you’re thinking about as his cock fucks you so hard and his cum fills you up. Tell me!”

You screamed out, a broken noise leaving your lips as his thrusts get rougher, harder, his fists squeezing at your tits. “I want to stay pregnant for you, daddy! Want to be leaking with your cum every day, want milk to be inside my titles and for you to drink it every day, don’t care how many babies we have as long as you fuck me and fill me and get me pregnant! Want your babies, daddy, want all your cum!”

He lets out a loud, guttural groan into your neck, his hips faltering as he came inside of you, gasping for air as you pant above him. His hands shakily hold your hips, his lips turning soft against your skin as he rolled his hips gently, your hands stroking his back. You finally came down from your high, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I think… two kids is good.”

“Just two? Thought you wanted more,” he teased at first making you giggle, but he smiled gently at you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “We can have as many as you want. I don’t care, as long as you’re their mother. You will be the best fucking momma, baby, the best mommy to those kids ever.”

You inhaled shakily, smiling up at him with tears running down your cheeks as you leaned up just enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. “And you’re going to be the best daddy. I promise.”

He smiled. “We’ll make amazing parents.”

“We will, Drew. Amazing fucking parents.”

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PREACHERS DAUGHTER- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: you and peter were complete opposites, you the goodie two shoes preachers daughter, him the bad boy next door. yet fate has pulled the two of you together, and you can’t help but feel a certain lust for him.

Warnings: ORAL (fem), teasing, kissing, marking, pet names, best friends falling in luvvv, swearing, weed involved, booze mentioned, praise kink, masturabtion mentioned, lotsss of dirty talk, peter blowing smoke into reader mouth

based of the album- preachers daughter, by ethel cain

It was mesmerizing- the way his fingers moved. 

You felt as if you were under a trance, the watch on the chain swinging back in forth in front of your eyes, hypnotizing you. 

His rings, silver and shining in the pale moonlight the clock hands, the veins that ran up his wrists acted as the numbers that blurred together after some time. 

Each component drew you in as his fingers strummed each string, moving up and down the fingerboard to play each chord, a sweet melody emerging from the instrument. 

Your mind was far, far off from the homework you swore to yourself you would be doing tonight, despite having your best friend over. You knew you couldn't focus on anything but him, yet you let him slip through your window, with the cracked and peeling paint you refused to paint over- because you and Peter were the reason for its damage. 

You refused to change anything he had touched or wrecked, whether that be the broken dresser handle that was hanging on for dear life, or the jumble of photos the two of you had pasted on your walls while drunk out of your minds.

 They looked awful, all crooked and cluttered to fuck, but you didn’t touch them. 

Refused to. If Peter placed them there, that's where they stayed. 

You looked up at them now, gaze focusing on the smiling faces that stared back at you, that watched over your every move- in a comforting sense. Their presence lingered, as you peered back over to Peter, following the sound of strum from the strings, the sound coming to a screeching halt as he suddenly fished for something in his ripped jean pocket. 

He was so beautiful when he was concentrated. 

The subtlety bite of his lip, pearly whites tugging on the flesh with a sense of urgency as his jaw would clench. The way his messy, slightly ruffled russet hair would fall in front of his eyes, rings glimmering as he slid his hand through the locks to push it back into place. 

You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, wanted to tug on them to make him hiss in pleasure, the way he did the one night he had decided to use your thighs as a pillow. Peter's reaction was tenuous, a slight growl escaping from the cage of his clenched teeth.

 You noticed, though. You always noticed, when it came to him. 

“Bunny? You want one?” he asked softly, pre-rolled in blunt twirling between his large fingers, making you stare in awe. 

“Bun?” 

Oh shit, you were staring. 

“N-no Pete it’s okay. I’m good for now.” you smiled, a heat rising to your cheeks as you forced yourself to stare back down at your tattered notebook filled with scribbles and numbers you had no clue what to do with.

 It was better than looking at his fingers and getting caught again. 

Anything was. 

“Alright pretty but you let me know if you want one okay? Your asshole of a father won't find out, if that's what you're worried about.” he chuckled softly, throwing you a wink as he toyed with the drug, a cat with its dinner.

 Of course that's what you were worried about. You were the minister's daughter, a holy saint if there ever was one. The good girl, your father's little angel. 

We have a reputation to uphold Y/L/N. Don't mess it up, or there'll be consequences. Big ones. 

You had followed his words as he did with passages in that dog-eared bible of his, the rosemary beads sprawled out as a bookmark for his pages. 

So, how in the world did Peter Parker- the boy wrapped in sin your father warned you about, end up as your best friend, the man you trusted with your life? You didn't know, but you were thankful for it. 

It made you laugh every time Peter offered you a smoke, he knew your answer had never changed, yet he always offered anyways. He was sweet that way. It was different with weed, you supposed. 

You were always terrified your father would be able to see right through you, be able to sniff the drugs on you like a hound dog. You made excuses for booze. 

Your father provided red wine during Sunday services, the blood of the lord for all to taste, cannibalism in its cleanest, purest form. Counting on two hands the number of times you and Peter had snuck into the old, gothic church your father managed, getting drunk off the wine in the wooden pews under the stained glass windows was impossible. 

You watched as Peter leaned his guitar against the windowsill, grabbing a lighter from his other pocket, the snake tattoos curled and wrapped along his finger seeming to hiss at you in the dim light of your room. 

“Peter?” you called, making his head snap up, the fire from his light diminishing as fast as it came. “C-can I light it for you?” you asked shyly, watching as that boyish grin that you loved so much came to his face, dimples appearing as he took you in, realizing you were serious. 

“You wanna be an angel and help me out eh?” he teased, making you nod frantically. 

Angel. 

The words alone had your toes curling in your thigh-high socks you knew Peter adored, his fingers always seeming to toy with the little black bows whenever he got the chance. He towered over you even more than he already did as he stood, making his way over to where your body was lounging on the ruffled white sheets. 

“Dad’s not home ya know. I forgot about that.” you tugged on your inner cheek, watching as Peter dropped to his knees before you, like a devil about to spread its wings. 

Begging for mercy before you. 

“Does that mean you do wanna hit then?” he asked, blunt between his teeth as your thumb flicked the flame to life, watching the blues and oranges crackle as you lit his joint. 

“Don’t know how.” you shrugged, watching as he exhaled, the sweet sickly smell of weed filling your senses as he exhaled.

 “We can try something if you want bunny. D’trust me?” You nodded, eager to obey his commands. He smiled, rings cold against your chin as he grabbed it lightly, the pads of his fingers slightly calloused from the strings. 

“Say ahh bunny.” You opened your mouth widely, the smoke he had inhaled floating into your mouth as he exhaled, fogging up your lungs. He was so close you could hear the thud of his heartbeat, could feel the soft heat rolling off him in waves to soothe you in a gentle embrace. 

“Atta girl!” he laughed as you felt the sticky taste coat the back of your throat, mouth turning dry as the Saraha.

 “Peter this tastes like shit.” you groaned, coughing and sputtering as he gently slapped your arm. “No swearing. Or else I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” he teased, making you burst out in laughter as he rolled onto the bed, smooshing your lower half with his bodyweight- making you groan as his head lolled. 

You felt your skin warm to the touch with how close he was to you, your legs parted slightly so he could wedge his way between them and rest on you. 

“I gotta do my homework silly.” you smiled as he took another puff, his eyes turning a fair shade of red as he watched the smoke slither upwards.

 “I can be your study buddy if ya want.” 

“I’d get no work done if you were my study buddy. You distract me too much.” you teased, giggling as his hand reached over to tickle your thigh gently. “We’d make such a great team. We could be on the mathletes together bunny.” 

You rolled your eyes at his sly commentary, a hand slipping through the soft, messy tumbles of his hair as he sighed in happiness. Nails began to scratch his scalp soothingly, and his chest began to rumble- purring like a cat as you tended to him. 

Just as you wanted. 

The curtains rustled in the breeze that snaked through the cracked window goosebumps appearing on your bare skin as the papes blew. You looked out through the glass, scoping out the graves that surrounded your house. 

You could map out the entire cemetery as you had lived in this old, creaking house your entire life- could picture every little twisted path and old rusting benches that were scattered. It was peaceful here, the only real company consisted of the ghosts and Peter when he came over to visit. 

Your father was never really present, too busy with the works of the church than his own flesh and blood.

 It was an easy silence between the two of you, one you enjoyed immensely. It was different than the other silences you had dealt with in your lifetime- long and uncomfortable. With Peter, they were pleasant and easy, a place where you could be in your own thoughts and not feel bad about it. 

You were lost in them now, as you looked down at him. 

He’s never looked so beautiful. How did I get so lucky- to score him as my best friend? 

Continuing your head scratches, you let your head lull against the headboard, closing your eyes to tune out the world. He continued to smoke, hand resting on your thigh with each inhale. 

“You got somewhere I can put this angel?” he asked, hand waving as he gestured to the stump of the blunt, the weed diminishing. You hadn't realized how much time had passed, the hands on the clock hoping forward since the last time you had looked over at them. 

“Over there is fine.” you pointed to the little dish on the dresser you had left for him whenever he was over, degrading it whenever your father returned home. 

You didn't comment on how much Peter had smoked, just as you didn't comment on how much whisky your father drank whenever he got mad. 

You didn't care enough. 

He shuffled up, puffing the remainder towards you, the smoke cascading around your cheeks, tickling your eyelashes as the old bed creaked. 

“You’re such a doll, you know that?” You smiled. 

“Maybe. It's not like you tell me allll the time or anything.” you teased, poking fun at how sweet he was to you. No one was as ever kind to you as Peter was. It made your insides tingle, made your skin all sensitive to the touch. 

He smiled that cheeky grin that drove you wild, tapping the ash into the dish before he crushed it with his fingers, rings glittering in the soft candlelight. Your homework was long forgotten at this point, your attention solely focused on the beautiful angel of a man that stood before you at the foot of your bed. 

“Hi.” you waved to him, his hand raising to wave back from across the room. 

“Hi bunny.”

 “Cmere.” you insisted, and he smirked as he crawled onto the bed, the look in his eye hungry as he took you in. You looked at him now, really looked at him as his strong arms slid to each side of you, caging you in his hold. 

He was black and blue, the beautiful melancholy shades in between. The way he loved was different than anything you had experienced before. It was scary, a freefall into the depths of the icy water you were scared to tread. But it was numbing- the way he cared. 

A soft and sweet energy, that pricked you gently like pins and needles. His breath was warm as he refused to break eye contact and you wanted to shrink into the depths of the mattress as you felt yourself cave. 

“I bet you taste so good.” he confessed softly, his words making you shudder with delight. 

You knew where this was going. It was heading down the old beaten path the two of you had stumbled down so many times, when you were both drunk off sin in the walls of the church. 

You liked it. 

“Yeah?”

 “Yeah angel. Mmm god I think about tasting you all the time, your skin, your lips, your fingertips..” he trailed off, head dropping down to your chest, rubbing his nose against the skin of your collarbone. 

You felt your hips wriggle, wetness seeping into your panties. “What do you think they taste like?” you sighed as his teeth gently grazed you, biting into your flesh to mark it as his own. 

“Like cinnamon n sugar. So. Fuckin. Sweet.” he kissed your neck between each word as you gigged softly, his plump lips making you squirm. 

“You’re so addicting baby. The things I wanna do to you…” he smirked, licking a stipe where your silky nightgown dipped, revealing the slight curve of your breasts. 

Heels were dug into the ruffled sheets, the sound of your books falling to the hardwood below echoed as the strong breeze brushed you again. No amount of wind could chill the fire that was burning in your veins right now. 

“But we can’t do them. Cause we’re best friends.” you pouted, running your fingers along the back of his neck, curving them around to trace each vein that pulsed as he shivered. 

“Who says?” he whispered, like he was in a trance, and you felt your dress being pushed up, up, up to pool around your waist, your stomach exposed as his head dipped down towards it. 

“Best friends do everything together bunny. Don't you think about me like I think about you?” he asked mischievously and you nodded frantically.

 “Mmm sometimes.”

 “Cause I think about you alll the time. Think about how good you’d be for me when I’m strokin my dick.” he confessed, shuffling down to trail kisses across your stomach, your legs spreading wider as he found his home between them. 

“Y-yeah?” you whimpered, heart beating so fast you heard the blood racing in your ears, his voice sounding distant. It was hard to focus, but at the same time it was hard to focus on anything but him. 

The human body was a funny thing, sometimes. How yours could bend and contract to his will at the whisper of his voice, at the touch of his skin.

 “Mmm yeah. You make me wanna do such bad bad things. But you’re too sweet for that.” 

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. 

“Peter-” 

“Can I tase you? Please? Just a lil lick, I swear.” 

You moaned at his words alone. How did they sound so sweet, so innocent when there was so much filth behind them? You could never say no to him.

 Never. 

“Please.” you urged, the chill breeze making you tremble as he removed your thong, your knees bent slightly over his shoulders. It happened in a blur, time seeming to jump and snap back again as he had you under his thumb, hanging onto every word he said. 

The first lick sent you into overdrive, body shifting up gears as you crude out his name- hands tugging at his strands of hair as if they were reins. The faint scent of weed trickled through your nose, blemishing your skin and sweat as it trickled. 

You couldn't think. Couldn't move, couldn't speak. 

You and Peter had fooled around before but this…this was new territory. And it felt good. A lick turned into a taste as you heard him growl, tongue stroking through your sensitive folds again. 

“You- you said just a taste-” you panted out, hips thrusting against him as he chuckled.

 “I lied. You should've known.” he teased, eyes meeting yours again- stare so intense you had to look away. 

It was frightening- the eye contact. It was an endless void, a freefall you weren't sure if you'd have a hand to catch you. It was filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, a haziness that made you feel sluggish, like you had drank too much cheap booze, and smoked too many cigarettes. 

You were as breathless as the summer's night outside as he dived back in, malnourished and needy as he devoured you. His lips suctioned around your clit, sucking it sweetly as you wethered and moaned. 

“So so sweet…” he murmured. You felt yourself snap under him as his tongue pushed you over the edge, releasing onto his face as you cried out. His hands tightened their grip around the barricade of your thighs, chin gleaming with your juices as your body shuddered from the aftershocks. 

“That's a girl. My sweet sweet angel.” he sang out, shuffling up to kiss your lips gently, the taste of yourself staining your mouth. You savored his affections, wrapping your arms around his neck, desperate for something to cling to. 

You were scared to let him go, scared he would leave you vulnerable and open like all the others. He sensed your hesitation, rolling over to the side of you, nuzzling his head into your neck as you continued to hold him close. 

“Was I good?” you asked meekly, your biggest fear not being enough for him. 

He just smiled. 

“More than good. The best.” he whispered, kissing your skin. You exhaled a sigh of relief, tension seeping from your bones as you cradled him. 

You heard an owl coo out from the branches of the old oak tree that scratched your house, the wind howling against the old siding. You basked in the emptiness of the room, no one here but the two of you and the peeling posters that peered down at you from the walls.

 He wasn't leaving you. He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed and he was staying with you. He wanted to do this. 

It was hard to think about, hard to wrap your head around it as you had been so shameful of your desires towards him for so long. The old wooden cross that was hung above your bed seemed almost mocking as it reflected in your vanity mirror, a symbol of overcoming sin now with a meaning diminished. 

“You awake?” you asked Peter softly, ripping your eyes from the wood, knowing your father's words would haunt you the longer you were left to your own avail.

 There were so many responses you wanted to spew out to him. 

God loves you- but not enough to save you. 

But you didn’t, to save yourself the abuse of his wrath. 

“Mmm.” he mumbled sleepy, the weed putting him a place of serenity and calm as he synced his breathing with yours. “Did you want me to return the favor?” you mumbled, feeling bad he didn't get the same opportunity you did. 

He just shook his head. “Another time angel. Let me just… lie with you. I like when I just get to be with you like this.” he yawned, bed creaking as he slung his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

 “Okay. Whatever you want.” 

Silence. 

You sighed, flexing your feet, then pointing your toes. The red polish glimmered as the shadows of the wax dripping off the candles bounced off the walls, the smell of the incessant to “hide” the weed smelling of sandalwood. 

A truck rumbled in the distance, its tires rolling against the gravel. Peter sat up, eyes flickering to the headlights that beamed towards the house, making you feel anxious as you clung to the bedsheet. 

Was your father home early? He wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow night, and you knew if he walked in on you and Peter- you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Is he home?” Peter shook his head as he moved towards the window, and you readjusted your nightgown. His hair was messy and rumpled as he stood, hands resting on the windowsill as he peered down.

 A grin was on his face as he turned back to face you, your heartbeat slowing its dangerous pace with an exhale. 

He wasn't home. Or else Peter wouldn't be smiling. 

“Well? Who the hell is at my house at-” Your eyes flickered back to the clock. “Eleven at night?” 

Peter just shrugged, a cheeky look on his face as he walked towards the bedroom door, grip on the brass handle tightening as he swung it wide open. 

You heard the front door open, two familiar voices echoing from down the hallway. 

Bucky and Steve. 

“Look who decided to pay us a visit!” Peter laughed, making you shake your head with a smile. 

Look who decided to visit indeed. 

[madzlang]

what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊

contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋

nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️

Keep Going…

(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it

“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.

“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.

“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.

Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”

“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“

“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.

“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.

“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.

“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.

“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.

He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.

Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.

“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.

“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.

“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.

“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.

“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.

“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”

She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.

His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.

She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.

He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.

She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.

"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.

She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.

“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.

She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.

“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.

She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.

His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.

“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.

“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.

“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.

She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.

He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.

She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.

“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.

i never know how to end these ahh

[bellaramseysgf]

Use you (P.P)

Warning(s); smut! 18+ only,unprotected piv sex,degradation kink,age gap,daddy kink,Ddlg undertones,reader being a housewife happily,making out,biting & blood kink,marking kink.oral fixation + More!

Pairings (s); Husband! Peter Parker x (Afab) Fem! Reader.

Summary; after a rough day of work your husband takes his frustration out on you.

A/n; this is a gift for @lanadelreyscokewhor3 <3 ty for my Matt smut it was delicious 🥰

You had spent the morning laid up in bed not even getting up until noon. You definitely enjoyed being a housewife even without kids, your husband worked at a multi billion dollar tech company. You took care of your house and he took care of you.

These past few weeks had been stressful for him there were a few issues in a coding mechanism and so he’d been working longer hours to fix it. It’s finally his weekend off and you plan to take away all his stress.

Once you finally got up you cleaned the whole house scrubbing it until your hands hurt. You made one of his favorite dinners his aunt’s lasagna and some garlic bread, you also made him some cookies.

You were swapping over the laundry when you heard the front door slam “babydoll?” Your husbands deep voice echoed. “Just a sec!” You replied and finished up before walking out to join him. “Hi honey!, rough day?” You asked seeing the sour look on his face.

“Yeah” was all he said “I made dinner” you said and he smiled softly “thank you baby” he sounded appreciative he just seemed tired. “Can we post pone dinner?” He asked and you nodded “of course, what do you need baby?” You asked, it was a dumb question really.

You were now splayed on your shared bed Peter ramming into you rather meanly. “Daddy!” You cried out and gasped when you felt peters teeth sink into your shoulder. You saw the red on his lips before he kissed you he tasted metallic like a wet penny.

He licked at the blood dripping down your shoulder his pace only becoming faster. Your stomach was burning your number of releases soaking your thighs,another building and you moaned. “Cmon baby” Peter slowed lifting your knees to your chest. You gasped it being harder to breathe now. “Gonna fill you baby. Make you a mommy” he groaned as did you the idea pushing you both closer to a release.

It didn’t take long for either of you to meet your end, Peter laid next to you the two of you focusing on breathing. After a minute he got up running you a bath, he cleaned you up and wiped you off before he got you in the bath.

You still felt dizzy, like you weren’t there completely. Seeing this Peter dried you and got you dressed before tugging you to lay in bed with him.

His fingers slipped into your mouth your body reflexively sucking against his skin. You were soon soothed to sleep your mind coming back to your husband.

[berrieluv]

gross!Peter Parker, angsty smut ?? (if that's possible), kinda an argument, peter feeling insecure, somnophilia, piss kink, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of Peter gaining weight, mentions of peter thinking on non-con, male masturbation, idk what else. this kinda wanted to turn into an angst.

i swear this is the last gross!peter parker, i just had to write it.

"Peter did you wash your hands?" You asked while looking at him eating fries, the ketchup tainting his fingers and him cleaning them with his tongue.

You weren't a genius or a time traveler, but you knew Peter was jerking off a moments ago before you arrived home. It was borderline concerning how much he could go in a day, seeing his hand without his cock was now a weird occurrence.

Peter felt everything almost three times more than everyone else and that was something you knew, you discovered it when you fell for him first but he showed you no matter how hard you tried, your heart could never beat for him as fast as his does for you.

Things being kinda similar in sex, you knew he could cum faster because he felt the sensations in a more intense way that you did. But still, that wasn't enough explanation of why he wouldn't stop masturbating.

It was hot at first, coming home, being receiving by the tenue kitchen lights while everything else was dark, hearing Peter little whimpers and your name coming out of your mouth, now it was so recurrent it was disgusting.

So why did it turn you on even more than before?

The thought of Peter making you dinner with the same hands he used to stroke his cock made your pussy feel a little tickle, but him taking your cheeks with his hand to kiss your lips in a desperate way, that definitely made you wet. "Your cock is gonna get stuck in your fucking hand if you don't stop jerking off" You comment, taking an apple from the bowl and biting on it while Peter looked at you with a smirk.

"What? Don't act like it doesn't turn you on, doll"

"It's disgusting" You say, intending to leave your bag in the couch and quickly moving it to the chair, taking your shoes off. "You do nothing but masturbate. Look at this place, a fucking mess again" You started to push Peter's patience. "And don't fucking call me 'doll', I don't like it when you do it"

"When I do it?" He asked, accentuating the pronoun; "Who you like it to come from then?"

"The old Peter" You were quick to answer "The one that actually was actually useful for this marriage"

"So you're mad at me because I stopped taking care of everything?"

At this point the both of you knew you were playing, Peter found a strange feeling of arouse building when you started to degrade him and you started to feel tickles all around your body when he could call you a brat.

"Everything?" You yelled "You barely did something, Peter. You're so fucking lucky I have a good job, otherwise we would've still living with your aunt"

"You're just jealous because I was brave enough"

"Brave enough for what, Peter? For being lazy?"

"To give up what doesn't make me happy, a thing you would, and could never fucking do. You're so scared of disappointing people who doesn't care about you, you're stuck in a job you don't like, in a department you don't want, with a husband you don't feel attracted to anymore!"

And you both knew, one of the biggest dangers of the play you both were playing was exactly that. At some moment, it stopped being a game.

Did Peter really thought you don't feel attracted to him? Yes, you didn't like your job, but not enough for quitting all the benefits it gave you, it allowed Peter to live the life he wanted, and that was always enough for you, and more important than Peter, it allowed you to live the life you wanted. The only thing you didn't love about your department was the lousy streets of Brooklyn, and the fact that you wanted to move to New York but Peter could never leave his aunt, and you could never leave your family.

Everything Peter and you have done was for love and for each other, every decision taken and every step walked was because you loved each other, and never, not even for a second, it would occurred to you it was the opposite.

"You should fucking know where the role draws the line, dickhead"

You hissed, completely mad, furious, how dare he calling you weak, a coward, without stopping to think that even if he wasn't enjoying the life he used to live, it didn't mean others weren't enjoying themselves.

And Peter felt awful, because he got hard the exact moment you walked through the door, because he couldn't stop thinking about you and the many ways he'll drop his cum inside and outside of you, and he knew you were hurt, but fuck did he need to find release.

He didn't intend to hurt you, he was expecting a 'Let me show you how much I am not attracted to you' kind of sex, rewinding his words, he could see that maybe he went a little too far with it.

Would it be prudent to intrude the tranquility you just found by entering the room? Your steady breath let him know you finally fell asleep. And he should fix the problem, he should try to talk to you like old Peter would, his old self would never allow you to go to bed upset, fuck, his old-self would never even think of saying those things.

However, his old-self didn't know how fucking great it felt when you called him lazy and made fun of his life plans, his old-self would never experience how fast it made him cum the mere action of putting your pajamas aside and slowly thrusting into you, carefully to not wake you up, festering his movements because you felt too fucking good only to heard your sleepy voice murmuring how wet you were and how you thought it was a dream only to feel embarrassed about how much you 'cum' while sleeping.

He was tempted to go in and fuck you, without caring if you said 'no' (safe-word stablished), but he wasn't that of an asshole. So he just walked away from the bedroom, the mattress he recently had the opportunity to sleep in again, now back in the old game when he refused to take a shower, what? two days ago? He didn't even remember.

He lied on the couch for a few minutes before closing his eyes, his painful erection wanting to get free from his shorts. And yes, you could be a bit of a drama queen, but he could never disrespect you like that. You went to sleep horny is only fair he does it too, even when his cock is looking at him, trying to rise under the shorts' fabric, even when doing nothing about it was unbelievable painful.

Maybe a touch wouldn't hurt?

He lets a moan scape when his hand rubs his clothes cock, but that should be enough. He had to be strong, for you.

But wouldn't you want him to have a nice night of sleep? Maybe touching it a little bit more would do the trick, just to calm it.

Seconds after Peter was fully pumping his cock, his shorts by his knees and his hips going up, your name coming out as small, almost inaudible moans.

Yes, Peter could be a bit of a fuck up lately, but another woman would never cross his mind during any sexual activity, didn't matter if it was with you or by himself.

Well, there we go again. The loads of cum were falling from him while he moved his hand through his – now - creamy cock, his abdomen was tainted and some drops reached the sofa too.

He thought about it now, about in which part his life turned into a (retired)super-hero, the best student in class now without a job, sleeping in his own release because his wife wouldn't want him near her.

Peter didn't go through it much, he knew you loved him, and he was fine by being a trophy husband. He could actually see himself attending business parties just making sure you were alright and flashing others with your intelligence and professionalism, just being known as 'Y/N Parker's husband'.

He tapped his now bigger belly, felling the waistband of his short tighten it, while his hand rested on his hairy chest, he wondered if it ever made you uncomfortable, if it did, you never let him now. Maybe he should try to be more like you wanted him to be and less like he wanted to be.

By the time the clock hit 12:00 o'clock, you woke up. Like an alarm was set up your eyes opened.

"Fuck you, Peter" You mumbled when you felt your panties wet, the uncomfortable sensation invading you while you walked to the living room, taking the scissors when you passed by the kitchen. Peter was not a heavy sleeper, he was kinda easy to wake up, but a part of him relaxed when he was home, when you were around, he allowed himself to sleep better and it was harder for something to make him wake up.

You'll make sure to buy him another shorts, you thought, while passing the scissors through all the fabric, leaving him almost naked, he shook a little when by accident the cold metal of the scissors touched his skin, but nothing to make him wake up.

His cock was peacefully sleeping when you got on top of him, being a little difficult for you to get it inside of you, thankfully, your wet cunt helped it to slide easier.

"Fuck..." you moaned in release, when you tell you were needing this it wasn't a lie.

Once he was all in your hips moved in circles around his pelvis, your hand went straight to your clit and started caressing it. "Go back to sleep, Pete. I'll take care of this myself"

You said as soon as you saw Peter opening his eyes, feeling his cock hardening inside of you. You clench your pussy around him and he can't help but moan, like a slut.

"God, Peter, you're so noisy. Shut up."

He nods, pretending to obey but knowing he wasn't near to accomplish the task, how could he when you were acting like that.

Peter's hands were trying to find something to hold since you deprived him to touch you; "Doll, you're fucking hot" He murmurs.

"You too, Pete" You said, jumping on his cock "You're so– fuck... You're so fucking big, Peter, when did you... where did this belly came from? when..." Your question was interrupted by a moan, and that only made Peter smile "when did you filled out like this?"

"Suits me?"

He ask, nonchalantly, while you were coming undone by using his cock.

"Yes-yes, yes, yes, suits you so fucking much, Pete. God, I love it"

Peter only smirks while finally taking your hips, helping you to go up and down on his cock, he doesn't make much of a show when he cums for the first time, being what you both are use to, he would finish inside of you multiple times after this.

His own cum starts to drain down his cock and his hands start to stroke your ass, taking it with both of them so he could move your body faster.

Definitely, Spider-Man would always be a blessing.

He hugs your body and pulls you to his chest, fast, in an aggressive way, only to keep you clenched to him and move his hips to go in and out of you faster.

"You' good, baby? You like it?" He says and you look at him with teary eyes, nodding "Of course you do, my love. You're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?"

And you are, so you answer that question by jumping faster once you got away from his chest.

"Honey, come back to bed"

You begged, missing his warm body by your side, Peter could feel the change in your mood, not only for the pet-name but because of the soft, concerned voice you have used.

That dialogue wasn't about sex anymore, it was about you missing him. His wife missed him.

And he swore he could cry at that exact moment if it wasn't because of the gutural moan you let out and your heavier sit. You stood from his cock once you felt done, your thick white cum being expelled from your cunt and landing on Peter's cock.

You sit on him, without having him inside again and rub your hips, scattering both; yours and his cum on your bodies.

"That was so gross, doll" He said, stunned that it was you and not him "Now you have me all covered in cum. I'm not taking a shower"

You smile and lean down to reach his lips; "Good thing I won't either"

Your rubs start to go faster, your clit feeling aroused by the friction of his abdomen with it, you could end there, he orgasmed three times and you had enough with one, but your body had a mind of its own and kept going, aggressively rubbing your clit against his skin, holding yourself with your hands in his chest and feeling how a more load of cum was exiting your pussy, completely getting rubbed on Peter's torso.

"Fuck, doll. Kept going, fuck, I don't even wanna cum anymore I just want you to get us dirtier"

"Pete, Pete, stop, please, no more" You cried, still moving against his body.

"I'm barely touching you, princess"

"Please, please, no, no more, daddy, yes? No more" Peter got instantly hard, it had been too long since you called him that, he completely forgot the nickname. "Stop it, daddy, wanna pee, please"

Now he did have you rubbing against him, his big strong hands moving your body on top of him, not allowing you to stop.

"Go on, baby. Pee on daddy's cock"

You shake your head, a bit embarrassed, while that fucking bastard only smirked. "You have no other choice, princess. You either do it or we never finish this"

You let out a lousy moan and lift your hips, feeling yourself letting go and crying at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and disgust.

"Mean, daddy"

You pout, and Peter swears he wants to take you right there again, ignoring completely the fact that he feels like he can barely move anymore. He can't even remember when was the last time he had you al submissive and pouty, all for himself.

He hugs you and rubs your back, his naughty hand touching through your folds making you squirm on top of him.

"No more, daddy" You plead.

"No more, princess. Daddy's taking you to bed, alright?"

No shower though, just you and him and you recently cleaned bed. Of course if you asked him for a shower he would take care of every inch of skin, he had memorized how to do it and you just needed to let him know, but judging by your tired gaze, he would only take you to bed.

[reidslovely]

friends to lovers with peter where you two go on a double date with other people but are just caught up in each other the whole time to the point their dates call them out on it

hi friend, sorry it took so long to get back to you! here you go hope it is everything you wanted 🩵

please reblog and comment if you like the post!!

“And then we got kicked out of the skate park.” Peter laughed, as he ended his story. (Y/n) shook her head as she downed the last bit of her glass of merlot. 

“Not true I got kicked out of the skate park, you did not.” She corrected, pointing a finger at herself. Peter moved slightly to the left, his arm unwrapping from around his dates shoulder, leaning across towards (Y/n). “But I never went back in support of you.” 

“Whatever.” She drugged out, laughing at his statement. There was a sudden clearing of the throat next to her that pulled her attention away from some distant memory, and to her date she almost forgot completely. “So you two have been friends for quite some time huh?” He asked, (Y/n) hated to admit it but she couldn’t remember the redhead's name. Tom..Tim..fuck, maybe it was Paul. 

“Oh yeah. Since middle school..maybe 5th grade?” 

It had all felt like several lifetimes together honestly. The two of them had literally seen each other at every point of their lives, it was so funny to be here on a date the two of them set up for one another. Continuing that endless cycle. 

“It was definitely 6th grade cause that was the year we kissed at the Sadie Hawkins dance.” 

“You guys have kissed?” The woman, Macy,  next to Peter asked looking between the two friends. 

“A couple times it was never anything serious. I was sad that the girl who asked me to the dance didn’t wanna dance with me, and she kissed this Flash dude who was like my arch nemesis at the time. In our puberty ridden jealousy (Y/n) acted as a good friend and gave me my first kiss.” Peter laughed downing his glass of water as if it was the most normal topic in the world. 

“We’ve kissed plenty of times, friends kiss right?” 

“No.” The dates  in the booth replied in unison, trading weird looks. Peter raised his eyebrow looking at (Y/n), red faced and hiding behind her hands. This was getting worse and worse by the minute. 

“‘Course they do.” Peter laughed trying to ease the tension, his foot brushing against her leg under the table letting her know it is okay. 

“Look I don’t wanna be the one to break the news to you two, but..” The redhead started up again turning to face both (Y/n) and Peter. This was not gonna be good. “It is clear you two have some type of unspoken tension that maybe you need to get rid of before double dating. I don’t think I have ever been a third wheel on my own date.” 

“Oh come on, that's not true.” (Y/n) laughed. “We’ve had a great time, we've talked plenty!”

“No you two talked..mostly about and to each other.” The blonde woman next to Peter spoke, standing up and gathering her things. “This has been fun, really..interesting to say the least. Don’t call me.” She said before practically running out of the bar. Peter pressed his lips together in a humph, looking at (Y/n)’s date leaving right behind Macy. There was silence as the two ate the shitty appetizer on the table, that was as far as they had gotten, the fucking appetizer. “Do you think they were right?” (Y/n) asked not looking at Peter as she picked at the food. 

“I dunno, maybe?” Peter shrugged. “It would explain all my failed relationships.” 

“Oh so those are my fault?” 

“No, no. God no, that’s not what I’m saying at all.” Peter laughs. “It’s mine because they say you’re all I talk about.” He laughs. “That’s why Liz Allan broke up with me freshman year. That’s why that Penelope girl I dated broke up with me all those months ago. I compare them to you, I talk about you in a way a friend shouldn’t I guess.” Peter was finally looking at her the way he did in high school, the way he looked at her when there was a chance.  “Come on, you can’t tell me you haven't compared the way we’ve kissed to the way you kiss your partners..”

(Y/n) thought about it for a moment, he wasn’t wrong. In their school years she always thought if things didn’t work out with Gwen she and Peter could finally have a chance. But that never happened, and he moved on with other people and (Y/n) thought she had too. 

Peter rounded the booth, now sitting knee to knee with her. His hand on her leg, his thumb rubbing her knee cap slowly. 

“It’s been a long, looong time. Let’s just give it a shot, me and you. Whattya say? Mhm finally?” 

(Y/n)’s lips pulled in a downward smile, that held years of long finally being pushed to the surface. Her eyes glaring at him. “I like that idea..” She whispers, scared that if she spook much louder her voice would echo throughout the entire restaurant due to how excited she was. 

“Good, me too.” Peter whispered back, before catching her lips in a deep, eat gut wrenching kiss that held years of longing confessions behind it.

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tags: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @sincericida @helloheyhihowdyheya @messymissy @adhdhufflepuff @someblessedmonster

[secretaccountlol]

“Photos are the window to the soul”

Dude, I haven’t posted in so long I forgot how to even Format my writing.

I apologize for my hiatus I hit a bad artblock, but I dug up a old wip I felt like y’all would like, since I’ve influx of this trope coming in the Peter fics lately it’s a lil short though (I wanted to make it longer but couldn’t get anything to stick) but I hope it still satisfies you.

18+ no minors please!!

Insecure? Reader x Peter!

Cw: photo taking during sexy time (consent given), brief talk of voyeurism (Peter lil stalker habits) , spanking, sir kink, talks of body image hating, insecurities etc. as always typos probably

Uhm enjoy! (If you did please repost or comment)

“Peter, please” Your hands shield your face from his camera as he tries to dodge around to get a peak of your face through the slivers of space between your fingers. This was a daily occurrence, Peter taking pictures of you, well trying to at least, it wasn’t like you hated it, more like you hated yourself. Okay, Hated was extreme but you weren’t fond of looking at pictures of yourself. Something about it made you feel so strange about yourself; it was like you could see every insecurity multiplied by 10, which is a bad combo when one, your boyfriend literally works at the daily bugle, and two, loves taking photos of you.

“Baby, please. I need a new pic of you!” Your doe-eyed boyfriend pouted as his camera dropped to his side, as you giggled. “Oh for your stash?” you rubbed your nose as a panicked look swarmed Peter’s face. “I- what? No. I don’t have a stash-? I mean unless having pictures of your girlfriends is weird, I mean I don’t think it’s weird! Hahah-“ Peter rambled as you stared at him Incredulous. “Peter, it's okay I know you have a drawer full of pictures of me already. Including those stalker pictures, you took of me while you were being the masked vigilante, Spi-” you stop leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Spiderman.” you grin as you study his flustered face, you weren't often confident but when you were it drove him crazy, you could see the gears in peter’s head twist and bend trying to decide what he could quip next. “I- well. Uhm..w-” Peter’s words stumbled out as his breath hitched.

“It's okay, I thought it was hot.” you shrugged. “Plus not like we weren't dating already, you were just following to protect me, right?” you kiss his cheek as he nodded, you chortle. “You okay there, Parker? Cat got your tongue?” you tap his chin, waking him up from his shocked state.

“God, You- man I love you.” Peter’s hands wrap around your waist. “You just made me… So horny.” you could see his eyes dilate as they scanned your countenance. “Can..I-?” His hands shift, sliding you closer to him.

You grinned again, “Peter, Of course.” Peter’s lips push onto yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hey! Consent is desirable baby, haven't you heard?” Peter's eyes crinkled in delight as you smile. He tilted his head,

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

You both skip to the bedroom hand in hand.

—-

“Peter” you huff as his hands play with the hem of your shirt. “Mm, tell me baby, do you like this shirt?” Peter's voice was steady as his eyes looked at yours with desire. Your pants have already been discarded somewhere, “I can do without it” you smirk, his hands instantly rip through your shirt earning a gasp. “Mm, black lace? My favorite. You planned this didn’t you minx” you laugh at his comment. “Mm, I did, didn’t I?” You kick your feet, blushing, your confidence was wearing off as you covered your chest, looking away.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Peter's hands held your arms gently as he tried to look you in the eyes.

“I-uhm nothing. It’s nothing, just a little insecure.” Your voice was light as Peter frown took shape. “I- still wanna have sex, Pete.” You glance at him as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Okay, lay down for me, love.” you obey his command , moving around trying to get comfy as Peter removes his clothing. “You're gorgeous, y’know?” you stare at his back, tracing the scars with your eyes. “I'm serious, babe. I love you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your personality, and your body. Everything.” his eyes met yours with passion, you could feel yourself tearing up.

You mumbled his name as he gently tenderly kissed you, throwing his leg over your sides, your eyes close

taut as you take in his breath. “I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of this, sweetheart.” His voice against your lips made you shiver as you heard a camera click and your eyes flew open. “Peter?” your boyfriend stood tall over you as he checked his camera beaming at the picture. “You look radiant, baby.” he turns the camera so you can look at yourself but you instantly shut your eyes again, you hear Peter groan. “I-i don't wanna see, Pete!”

“Why not?”

“Bec-”

“Because what!”

“Because I feel ugly!”

There's a pause before you open your eyes to peek at him, his ocher eyes were full of heartache. “Baby.”

“It- I.. Just when I look at myself in pictures I just feel like you can see every little imperfection I have..” you pause again

“I’m sorry, I- ruined the mood. “ you lift yourself up before Peter presses you back down.

“No, you didn't. In fact, I have an idea, Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you, Parker.”

“Good, cus we’re gonna do some exposure therapy”

Before you could doubt him, another snap of his camera. “Haha, you look too cute in this one.”

His smile made you grin wide, as you uttered his name. His free hand traveled down to your chest, groping your breast softly, your eyes fluttered, another click. “I'm glad I finally get to immortalize this beautiful body.” you groan. “Peter, please I'm no-” a smack cuts the air as you gasp as your ass stings.

“Talk shit bout yourself again and you'll get another spanking. Understand?” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard as you nod. You and Peter weren't new to trying new stuff in the bedroom, but this is the first time you’ve actually roleplayed, you bit your lip in eagerness.

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” you tilt your head down in fake shame. “T-teach me how to..love myself sir...” Your hands glide against his chest, as you try to sit up again, Peter’s hands shove you down again. “Mm, you're stubborn, baby. Course I'll help ya, but you have to be a good girl and stay put, okay?” Peter’s voice infected your brain with a ripple of pleasure as you nod eagerly.

“Yes sir.” His eyes connected to yours, with fire his lip bitten in anticipation. His eyes finally tear away from you as he grabs his phone from the bedside table.

“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” his head tilted in question. You nod, “Yes, it’s a phone, sir.” You look at the phone curiously before staring at Peter.

“Good girl, so smart. Now, you know what phones do right? They take pictures and videos.” Peter’s eyes hang low as your eyebrows knit in concentration.

“You see, I don't always have my camera with me. This means I can't always see the pictures I've taken of you. Get it?” he lets the cold corner of the phone glide on your skin, tracing the curves of your breast. “So, I'm thinking I should take more..pictures, for the road. Would you like that, darling?” You smile as you see his tongue peek out behind his teeth.

“Yes, yes I would sir.” You chuckled, “Please, sir is my father’s name, Call me spiderman.” You and Peter shared a mischievous smirk. “Mm, okay Spidey. My boyfriend probably won't like knowing you have pictures of me on your phone.” Your head tilted, taunting him.

“Oh? But he doesn't have to know, does he?” Peter’s hands grip your chin gently. “Plus I'm sure he doesn't mind sharing.” you nod at his statement before Peter bends down to capture your lips. His hand travels down to your panties, snapping the waistband making you giggle. His fingers pick at your lacey panties before

Plunging his hands into your panties, circling your clit as you whine into his mouth.

“I love hearin’ you..' ' his freehand effortlessly pulls down your panties as the other makes long strides up and down your slit, the noises you make were pornographic, you use to be embarrassed, and sometimes still are to moan but Peter snubbed that out a long time ago.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get this on video.” Your eyes watch as Peter fiddled with his phone before his bright flash blinded you for a second before you could make out his shit-eating grin as your face felt hot. “Sorry about the flashbang, darling. But I gotta make sure I can see that pretty Lil face on camera, right?” his other hand tilts your chin towards the camera before panning down your body, making you shiver. “God, just.. So wonderful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man, y’know?” Peter’s thumb stroked your clit as he spoke, “N-no I'm a lucky..wom-!” you buck up, groaning as his fingers slide into your hole without warning.

“Pete-ah!.” Peter tsked, slapping your clit making you jolt, “It’s Spider-Man, remember?” He tapped your lips softly before he slid down to your pussy.

“Now look.at.this..You’re so wet. All for me?” His fingers found your hole once again.

“Yes! Yes! Mm all for you, Spider-Man!” You cover your eyes as you see the light flash on your bare pussy. “Your cunt makes so many pretty noises, I hope they show up on video.” Peter's voice breaks the silence, “I wanna hear more pretty sounds from someone else, though.” Your eyes close tight as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Come on, pretty baby, let it out.” His fingers pick up speed as you feel the warmth of the flash on your face as it contorts in pleasure. “Spider- I’m- I can’t..” your breath quickens as your back arches, “Oh-! I-im..!” Your hand grabs his wrist, his fingers curl into you, you whimper, your eyes close as you throw your head as you cum.

Your breaths are shallow as you come down from your high. Peter’s kisses bruise your skin as you groan, “Mmm-, that was … good.”

“Just good? Spider-Man doesn’t do just good, babe.” you giggle as you watch Pete’s eyes furrow in fake anger, “Perhaps you can show me how great, amazing, or even Spectacular you are then, hm?”

You laugh as Peter pulls you into another kiss.



[alltoowelltom]

blueberry muffin (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: tom takes care of you when he worries about you forgetting to eat

a/n: i clearly don't know how to come up with a good fic name lmao. this is based off a situation i found myself in not that long ago (unfortunately tom wasn’t there to help me… *sigh*)

warnings: deals with important topics such as body image issues and not eating - please look after yourself if this could be triggering! ily <3 mentions of being sick (motion sickness) mentions of negative body image, forgetting to eat etc. also lots of fluff and pep talking from the boys

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“Love, no offence but who doesn’t like the beach?” asks Tom in disbelief, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look over at you in the passenger side. 

“You don’t like the beach?” asks a shocked Harrison from where he’s squished up in the backseat with Harry and Tuwaine. Being the girlfriend of the driver does have its perks, including a surplus of legroom in the comfort of the front seat. 

“It’s not that I don’t like the beach, it’s just that I don’t always feel the need to lay around feeling completely exposed and getting sunburnt before taking a dip in this giant cold, salty bath where all the fish do their business and something will probably nibble on my feet,” you explain. “Plus, no offence but your beaches here are kinda suck.” you add, grimacing at the gasps from the outraged boys in the car with you who clearly ignored your ‘no offence’ free speech disclaimer. 

“You take that back, Y/N Y/L/N,” grumbles Harry. 

You shrug, flipping him the finger. 

“It’s a free country, Baz.”

“Well,” says Tuwaine, always looking to mediate the situation. “In your own words from a few months ago Y/N, there are ‘precisely 3.5 days of enjoyable weather in this country’, so we are making the most of this one by going to the beach while it’s not too hot and not too cold, alright?”

Twenty minutes later, Tom notices you’ve zoned out of the boys’ conversation and rests his free hand gently on your thigh to get your attention. 

“You okay love?” he asks. “You’ve gone kinda quiet.”

You swallow, not moving your eyes from staring straight ahead while you fiddle with the string of your bikini top underneath the T-shirt of Tom’s that you’d pulled on as a cover-up. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little carsick, is all.”

“Do you want me to pull over?” he asks, concern immediately coating his features as he glances at you. 

“Woah, you’re looking kinda pale there Y/N,” adds Harrison. “If you get sick I’ll get sick. And I am very cosied up here in between these guys. Just saying.” he eyes Harry and Tuwaine threateningly who both inch away from him slightly. 

“I’m fine,” you insist as Tom opens your window slightly. 

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he insists. “You never get carsick, even when you and I were giving Paddy a driving lesson and he kept stopping and starting every two seconds.”

“Did you eat something bad for dinner last night?” wonders Tuwaine. 

“We all had the exact same thing for dinner last night and you cooked it, you div.” says Harry. “If it was food poisoning we’d all have it.”

“For breakfast then?” says Tuwaine, rolling his eyes at the redhead. 

You shake your head. 

“No, I forgot to have breakfast this morning.” you admit. 

“Y/N!” groans Tom. “How many times do I have to remind you? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

You nod apologetically, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your thigh. 

“I know, but I was rushing around trying to get ready for the day, and then I lost my swimsuit, and then I had to help Harry find his which took around seven years because who the hell leaves their swim shorts in the bookcase? And then I was busy making my travel coffee and then you guys were all yelling that we had to go and I wasn’t going to play into the stereotype of the girl roommate who takes way longer to get ready than the guys so I just kinda…forgot.” 

Tom sighs. 

“I really worry about you when you forget to eat, darling.” he says. “You’ve had two coffees and no food-” he uses his free hand to pick up your travel cup of coffee from the cupholder and sighs when he feels how light it is. “-three coffees and no food! That’s not healthy.” 

He suddenly pulls off of the main road and into the queue for the Starbucks drive-through. 

“Tom, what are you doing?” you ask. “We’re meant to be going to the beach and it’s already like 11.30AM.”

“We aren’t going anywhere until we get you some breakfast, baby.” he says firmly, pulling up to the order kiosk. 

“Hi, can I get a ham and swiss croissant, please?” he asks. “oh, and a blueberry muffin.” he adds, remembering your favourite. 

“Quackson,” laughs Tuwaine and Harrison, quietly mocking Tom. 

“Tom, no!” you hiss. “You don’t need to do that, I told you. I. Am. Fine!”

“Bro buy me a snack too eh?” asks Harry, leaning forwards to stick his head between the front seats. “I could use a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino right about now.” 

“Ham and swiss croissant, blueberry muffin, will that be all?” asks the worker. 

Tom huffs and turns around in his seat, glaring at his brother. 

“Have you had breakfast this morning?” he asks.

“Well, yeah-” sighs Harry. “But-”

Tom turns around to the front again, smiling at the worker. 

“Yes that’ll be all, thanks.”

Tom hands you your food and you thank him quietly but make no move to start eating. He sighs and pulls the car into a parking space, putting it in park and turning sideways to face you. 

“Darling, what is going on with you today?” he asks. 

You sigh, looking down at your lap and he gently cups your chin, bringing your gaze up to him. 

“It sounds so stupid,” you sigh, going pink. 

“Hey, none of that.” coos Tom. “You can tell me anything.”

You swallow before answering, unable to meet his eyes. 

“I just, I didn’t want to look bloated or anything in my swimsuit.” you mutter. “I know it’s a pointless thing to worry about, but I just can’t help it,” 

Tom doesn’t say anything but reaches out to hold your hands in his own, gently stroking his thumbs against the back of your hands as he allows you to finish. 

“I’ll be fine and then someone will recognize you, and they’ll take a picture, and I’ll not be able to see anything else for weeks and I’ll feel terrible about myself and people will ask why you’re even with me and- and-”

Tom senses you working yourself into a state and cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Y/N, I want you to look at me.” he says. “I mean it, look at me please.” 

You shyly look across, seeing only concern and love in his dark eyes. 

“I know that you maybe can’t always see it, but I need you to know how gorgeous you are.” he begins. “And if you don’t know that, I’ll always be here to tell you. You’re gorgeous, kind, funny, smart and caring. Anyone who meets you knows that, and anyone who’s gonna tell you any different isn’t worth the time of day, okay? You’re my absolute world and I need you to take care of yourself. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. And on days where you can’t, that’s why I’m here to help you, alright my love?” he says, pulling you into his chest. 

“He’s right, you know,” adds Tuwaine. “You’re the hottest one in this car.” 

“Hottest one in this city,” says Harrison, poking you in the arm.  

“Watch it, that’s my girl you’re talking about,” says Tom, pretending to be mad. 

You lean into his touch, savouring the love that radiates off of him. As you pull back and he pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the main road, you open the bag and pull out the muffin, taking a large bite and relishing the sweet taste.

“Can’t believe you’ll buy her food and not your own flesh and blood,” whines Harry, not giving up. “At least give us a munch, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, pulling off a chunk of muffin and handing it to Harry behind you. 

“Happy now?”

He nods thankfully, stuffing it into his mouth and you turn towards Tom. 

“Thank you, Tommy,” you say appreciatively. 

He once again takes his free hand off the steering wheel and grips yours in his own. 

“Nothing to thank me for, darling. I know you’d do the same for me.”

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a/n: i never know how to end fics skljsdsksjk. tysm for reading! your reblogs and comments are always super appreciated <3

[thewritersaddictions]

Request- (M) Peter x Gwen: Wife Treatment (TASM)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy

Pov: Peter

Warnings: Bathing Scene, at-home massage, oral (Female receiving), fingering, Fluff, Smut, in love, a little bit of sweet dirty talk.

Summary: It's just an innocent bath and massage from Peter to his wife, Gwen.

WC: 2.6k

A/N: @ firefly-graphics for dividers

Marvel Master List // The Rich Master List

Peter knows that their anniversary isn’t for another few months, but if he can’t pamper the fuck out Gwen whenever, then what is even the point of being in a relationship. He takes his title very seriously. ‘Husband” Married to a beautiful woman, meaning she deserves everything in the world. On a random Friday, he gathers a bouquet and Gwen’s favorite takeout. The little things make their relationship ever-growing and get better by the day. Peter loves to see the beaming smiles that grow on Gwen’s beautiful face and the soft kisses on his lips when she comes into his arms for a long and meaningful hug. 

So it’s no guess when Peter decides that he wants to pamper Gwen again but in a better way than ever before. Peter is brilliant; he listens to Gwen when she talks about things she has been thinking about for at least a few months. “A massage; maybe I should just set up an appointment.” Peter then offers to do it for her, saying, “How about I call? You don’t have to worry about it any longer.” Gwen is always surprised at the kind-hearted things her husband says to her. Peter doesn’t schedule a massage for Gwen. Instead, he takes the opportunity to fill the bathtub with hot water, but a few drops of lavender oil and a bath bomb for an extra measure into the mix. When he returns from the kitchen with a bottle of wine, the bath water has changed from clear to a gorgeous purple color with specks of sparkle everywhere. 

He hears the door open with ease, and the recognizable heel sounds echo against the apartment walls. “Honey?” Peter hears Gwen shout, “Where are you?” Usually, Peter greets his beautiful wife at the door, but instead, this time, he’s hidden away in the lavender-scented bathroom. Candles burn away as Peter quickly gets up and finds his wife. “There you are. You are not going to believe the day I had,” Gwen says to Peter. “I bet I won’t, but how about you tell me in the tub.” Gwen isn’t sure what her husband said but follows his sweet guiding hand to their master bathroom. 

What awaits Gwen has her almost automatically in tears. A hard day’s work washed away from the scent of lavender, and candle wicks burned in the air. “Oh, Peter!” It comes out as a moan, a sigh of the day being over. “I’m glad you like it,” Peter says softly while wrapping his arms around the front of her stomach, pulling her back flat against his chest. He presses soft and gentle kisses to her neck and cheek. Breathing in the sweet aroma in the air eases the both of them. “How about we get you undressed?” Peter’s voice is soft and quiet, keeping the intimate nature of the room intact. 

Peter helps Gwen unbutton the white blouse, gently sliding it down her arms as it lands in a small pile on the floor. Petter falls to his knees next, searching for the small zipper at the back of Gwen’s black pencil skirt. The material falls with ease down her hips and falls to her feet. Gwen steps out and waits for her husband to undress the rest of her. Her lace pantyhose goes next, with a few kisses to her inner and outer thighs before they are added to the pile of dirty clothes. Her panties and bra land in a different pile because Gwen has taught her husband one thing: ‘Some clothes are delicate and can’t be washed with harsh materials like your jeans and jackets, Peter.’ 

“Check the water and see if it’s warm enough, baby,” Peter says to Gwen as he starts to undo his jeans buttons and tug them down his hips. Gwen doesn’t watch her husband for long; instead, she turns her attention to the warm bathwater. She had no qualms with the temperature, so she sat at the porcelain edge of the tub and watched her husband undress. Gwen sometimes forgets that her husband is a built masterpiece. The hard-cut edges of his abs and the solid mass of the rest of his body make her feel gooey inside. When finally, both of them are as naked as the day they were born—Peter motions for Gwen to get in first. The tub can fit both of them comfortably without the water overflowing over the tub’s edges. 

Gwen goes first, and Peter follows behind her, with Peter settling behind his wife, his back pressed against the tub, and Gwen’s back pressed into the warm flesh of Peter’s chest. The quiet of the bathroom and the little sounds of the sloshing water surrounding them are soothing. At first, Peter doesn’t want to disturb the silence or comfort in the room, but he promises he’s listening to Gwen’s day. “So you said something about your day, love?” His words are soft. Gwen hums and then fills the room with her voice. She talks about her day, about that coworker who keeps piling her work onto Gwen’s table. “Maybe it’s because I’m the head researcher, but I’m getting tired of taking this women’s shit.” Peter does his best to calm his wife, rubbing gentle circles into her arms or pressing a few kisses into her ear.

Not until Peter grabs the bottle of shampoo and starts to massage the roots of Gwen’s hair does her fast words and frustration seem to ease away. Her head falls back into Peter’s chest, and her eyes flutter. Gwen is in complete heaven. Peter’s fingers move with great purpose over the scalp of his wife; every move he makes pushes Gwen further into comfort. She doesn’t even notice the water drip over her scalp to remove the shampoo or the silky feeling of Peter’s condition-covered fingers falling into her hair. It’s not long after that when the water goes from warm to cold, way too cold for either to be comfortable. So Peter slips out, wrapping a towel around his waist and wrapping a towel around Gwen’s body. The soft, fluffy towel engulfs Gwen in warmth. Little words are spoken because, well, honestly, they don’t need words. Nothing will ever truly express how Peters’s heart thumps faster whenever Gwen is in his arms or how Gwen’s eyes twinkle when she’s looking up at him. They walk hand in hand towards the bedroom. 

Gwen missed this when she walked to the bathroom with Peter, or he had been sneaky and placed more candles in the bedroom and another soft towel on the bed. “I know you were talking about getting a massage, but I was thinking, how about you let me do that for you?” Peter says. Gwen is in complete and utter shock, a suitable type of shock that it takes her a few minutes to understand what Peter has just said. “Gwen?” The silence isn’t a bad sign to Peter, but he wants to make sure he’s doing good so far. “It’s perfect.” Gwen’s voice is quiet and timid. It’s almost as if she’s scared to tell Peter that she loves all the nice things he does for her. A smile grows on Peters’s face, and he guides her to the bed. 

“You’re okay staying naked like this for me?” Peter asks. Gwen eagerly nods while waiting for her husband to guide her onto the plush bed. “Good, now come lay down on your stomach,” Petre murmurs to Gwen, and she follows his words. With that, Gwen got situated on the bed, her stomach lying flat on the towel and her arms crossed under her chin to support her head, but Peter quickly adjusted her arms, setting them down to her sides instead. 

Gwen couldn’t see anything besides the bedside table and the front of the headboard, so she stuck to relying on her other senses. The sound of shuffling feet tells her that Peter is no longer at her side but somewhere behind her. The next sound that has her skin lighting up with goosebumps is the recognizable sound of the top of a lid snapping open, and then the liquid is poured all over her legs. It starts at just the bend on her knee. The oil pooled and dripped down her skin, “I’m starting with your feet.” Peter says quietly, “Always on them, workin’ yourself to death over that damn research projects. I think my girl just needs to relax once in a while.’ Peter murmurs as his hand comes around one of Gwen’s feet. His hands are covered in oil, making them slip over the curves and edges of Gwen’s feet. He’s got a whole process, taking care of each foot with care and ease. He rubs delicate circles into the arches of her feet, and then his large thumb rubs mini circles into her soles. “Those heels are makin’ a mess of your pretty feet, Gwen.” He says to her, but Gwen isn’t listening anymore. She focuses on not giggling or cringing away from the touch due to how soft and feathery it is.

The feeling only gets worse when Peter moves away from the soles of her feet to her tiny little toes. Get toes gets its attention. Her big to first, which is easy enough, but when Peter manages to get to her last toe, Gwen can’t help but burst out with little giggles. Peter smiles with joy as he knows that this is what Gwen has needed for a long time. A night where she doesn’t have to be on her feet and she’s being cared for by her wonderful, caring husband. Peters’s hand floated up, slipping over her feet and calves. He works with ease on each leg. Pressing his thick fingers into her skin, he works out the thigh muscles before moving on to another section. It isn’t long before he’s worked his up her calves to her thighs, where he can see the slight jiggle of her flesh at every pass of his large hand on her skin. 

The oil runs out after he’s completed both of her thighs, so the clicking of the bottle brings Gwen back to life. She’s been so at peace she’s pretty sure that at one point, she even fell asleep, which was sort of the whole point. Regardless, the oil pours down her spine, pooling at the base of her hips. Gwen’s skin glistens under the candlelight as Peter gets his hand oily again and works on Gwen’s ass. Playing and teasing with the plush skin. “Peter…” Gwens moans out with a sigh of contentment. Peter only hums, moving on and up Gwen’s spine. Meanwhile, Peter is sitting on the top of Gwen’s ass as he rubs the heel of his palm into a tough muscle in her back. With every hard squeeze of Peters's hand on Gwen's back, a moan or sign falls from her lips, to which Peter asks, “Did that feel good?�� or  “I should do that again?” He never gets an actual answer, just another hum from Gwens' lips.

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Peter slides back down Gwen’s frame, sitting back on her ankles. “Gwen baby, you gotta roll over for me.” Gwen’s motion is slowed down tenfold; she doesn’t move gracefully; instead, she moves over groggily. Gwen may still be naked, but that didn’t mean Peter wanted to make her uncomfortable. He’s just wearing a pair of black boxers, not that it does much to cover the chub growing in them. Peter is always willing and wanting to wait for his pleasure if he can make his wife cum before he does; it only makes him more feral for her. Peter slides back up her frame, resting his hips just above her own. Gwens eyes are open now, looking up at her handsome husband. “Well, hello, beautiful,” Peter mutters, a soft smile on her features. “Hello, handsome.” She replies, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I touch you, Gwen?” He asks, and she nods. “You can touch me anywhere.” She says softly as his hands come up to grab at his hip. 

Peter bends down to slip one of Gwens’ tits into his large hand, squeezing and massaging at the supple skin. Her nipples are tight and stiff as his thumb grazes over the flesh. It’s not until Peter’s mouth rounds, the skin of her tit, her grip on his hips gets more robust, and the moans start to fall from her lush lips. Her moans don’t fall on deaf ears; instead, he sucks harder, licking his tongue over the nipple, encouraging her to be louder for him. He sucks until Gwen is nearly pulling him off of her tit, and then he takes the other in his mouth, giving just as much attention to it. Gwen’s hands fall to Peter’s hair as she pulls him in for rough teeth, a gnashing kiss. “I love you,” Gwen whispers against Peters’s lips before he descends her body and her legs open up for him. Her legs lay over his shoulders as he pressed sweet kisses into her flesh. Kisses are stringed against her stomach, then her thighs and inner thighs, before a soft and gentle kiss is laid atop her clit; from there, it’s like being in heaven. 

Peter starts to suck and give kitten licks to her clit as his two longer fingers probe at her entrance. Nudging at her spongy walls, warm and wet for him. He never once looked away from Gwen, their eyes on each other as Gwen sat up on her elbows to keep her eyes on Peter and where they met. Her mouth falls open as his thickest fingers press into her womb, pumping in and out to massage her gummy walls. Peter’s fingers are covered with her wetness, and Gwen’s clit is swollen and red from the attack of his lips and tongue. Her wetness and Peters’s droll cover his chin when he comes up for air. Gwen’s moans fill the air around the two of them, her hands finding his scalp and pulling him back down to continue his attack on her sensitive clit, waiting, yearning to reach her orgasms. 

The quick thrusts of Peters’s fingers and the fast licks on his tongue on her clit push her over the edge as her fingers grab at the short hair of his scalp, and she screams out with pleasure. “FUck! Peter,” Her walls squeeze him tightly as she gushes over them. As she rides her high Peters licks are gentle, and the pumps of his fingers are softer, letting her ride out her orgasms longer. “Such a messy girl,” Peter says into her skin as he slips his fingers out of her cunt; he doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he brings them up to his lips and sucks them. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Peter falls next to her, and they lay there trying to catch their breath before Gwen rolls over her hips, falling over Peter, and she pulls him up for a passionate long kiss.

Nothing rough in the kiss, but her lips are soft, and so are Peters as they meddle together in each other embrace. Peter grips her tightly in his arms, keeping her there when their lips fall apart. When Gwen rolls her hips, and her wet cunt rolls over Peter’s impressive hard-on, he stops her. “Not tonight, Gwen. Let’s just go to sleep.” Gwens tries to argue with him, “But I wanna make you feel good, Peter.” He smiles and presses his forehead against hers. “You do. Now go to bed, and you can treat me to something in the morning.” Peter says as a yawn falls from his lips, squeezing Gwen tighter to his chest, keeping her in his forever-tight grip.

Completed on: 01/19/24

Posted on: 02/07/24

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

Peter Parker Smut

Female reader

"Hey, Peter," you say on the phone as you smile. "Hi, did your dad finally un-ground you for staying out past your curfew?" Peter replies. "Yes, finally!" Peter laughs. "you wanna hang out then?" "yeah, at the tree housed in 15?" you ask. "yup. See you."

You get up and start to get ready. You put on your red lace, push-up bra and the matching thong that comes with it. You tie your hair into a high ponytail and jump into a pair of grey jeans and a white t-shirt, which is kind of see-through. "bye, Dad!" you say as you head out. "going out for ice cream with a few friends." "bye hun, and remember, be back before 12!" You chuckle and roll your eyes as you bang the door shut.

You walk up to the treehouse that you and Peter would sneak up to since you were little kids. "Hi, pretty girl." he says while grinning. "hi, pretty boy." You say while biting your lip. "Mmm, it's been a looongg week." He says while totally checking out your see-through shirt. 

At first, you guys just used to meet to hang out if you were bored. But when you leave two horny teenagers alone for too long, you know what happens.

He slowly pulls you closer. "How's my girl?" He says as he connects your forehead with his. "So much better now." He connects his soft, juicy lips to yours. You moan at the feeling of your wet sides. He slowly pulls your shirt off and you do the same to his dark blue shirt that was complimenting his muscles in what felt like a very illegal way. He blows his cheeks out and exhales. "damn y/n, how did you get that past your dad?" You're too blown away by his defined muscles to answer. Your lips immediately latch on to his neck. He grabs your waist as you start to suck on his soft spot. He tightens his hold on you and moves a little upward so that you go further down on his neck. His whole body moves upward and you feel his hard cock rub on your lower stomach and you moan into his neck. He pulls away. He groans at the sight of your breasts and un-hooks your bra in a second. He latches his lips to your neck and slowly goes down. You lightly moan when his lips reach your hard nipple. He twirls his tongue on it and groans at the sensation that he's feeling. You look down at him and see his bright purple hickey that you just gave him on his beautiful neck. You begin to shake as he unhooks his lips from your sensitive nipples.

You fall to your knees and begin to slide down his grey sweats. You take off his black Calvin Klein boxers. His cock springs out and you lick the tip. He throws his head back. "oh god, y/n" you take in his full length. You keep sucking him off until he's at the very edge of an orgasm. "Holy shit, y/n" he moans.  

I get up and begin to strip. I make him lie down and kiss his the whole of his upper body. I suck on his V-line and give him a very evident hickey. He then lays me down and climbs on top of me. He kisses my neck and slowly goes down. He asks for my permission and you nod. "Words, Y/N." "yes, oh god yes!" He licks your slit and enters your wet hole with his young. He takes his right and starts circling his thumb on your clit. "Peter" you moan. You could feel his tongue on your sides as he thrusts. He groans at your sweet taste. That makes you want to orgasm even faster. You begin to shake. He slowly pulls out and kisses all the way up to your mouth. He connects your lips with his. You could taste of your vagina in his mouth. He continues to kiss you as he slowly enters your tight hole. "Fuck. you're so tight." You moan. "You're just too big." He begins to move faster. He moves his thumb onto your clit. "fuck," you moan. Each thrust hits the spot even harder. "Please," you moan, unable to say much else. "Please what, darling?" "p-please...faster." He begins to go faster. "As you wish," He starts going faster and faster. You could feel that you were close to your orgasm. So was he. You flip him over so that you are on top. He groans. You enter slowly. "Oh, fuck," you both moan. You start bouncing on his dick. He grabs your boobs and squeezes them. He brings them to his mouth and suck on them lightly. You throw your head back. He holds onto your hands to support you. He moves up to kiss you. You stop moving for a second and grab his face and kiss him more passionately than ever. You could feel his pre-cum leaking in your vagina, slowly coming down your leg. "I think I'm about to cum." he moans. "Me too" you reply. You begin to thrust faster and deeper. He moves his hand to your clit and begins to rub it. You scream at the sensation. After a few more thrusts, he cums inside you and you cum at the same time. They both mix together and you slowly get off of him. 

"That was amazing." you guys say in sync. You look at each other and chuckle.

[blooming-violets]

hey!!! i LOVE your blog and the bingo blurbs!!! may I request face sitting/overstim😏

In The Dark (face sitting/overstimulation)

[tasm!peter x fem!reader]

TW: 18+ smut, soft!dom Peter, oral, anal, mentions of depression

A/N: So, technically, @liz-allyn requested some soft!dom Peter tending to his partner after a bad mental health day and taking control. But I need to bust out some of these bingo cards and because face sitting/overstimming happens in this story, I'm stealing it to use as a double bingo prompt.

She was not someone who ever dared to complain. It wasn’t in her nature to seek out pity from others. No words they could cast around her would ever be what she needed. Words couldn’t help her. They couldn’t scratch the agonizing itch that blackened her soul. She was a suffer-in-silence type. Her problems were just that. Her own. No one else needed to be burdened with that whirlwind of torment storming inside her mind. It took a lot of coaxing for her to open up. It once took Peter three full days of chipping at her hard exterior before she finally broke down and let her emotions spill from the hole he had chiseled away. Once he got through to her, he never let her go again. She had given him a glimpse behind the curtain, despite how gnarled and barren she thought it was, he had loved every part. He had planted seeds in her wastelands and watched them grow into wildflowers. He had loved her even when she didn’t love herself. He learned how to tame the beast and soothe the chaos in her brain. 

He was the only one she trusted. 

It was a particularly bad weekend for her. The thoughts her mind was teasing her with didn’t reflect her reality. They loved to warp her truth into dark places. She was strong enough now to know that’s what they were doing but it didn’t stop the voices from casting a shadow. She knew they were wrong but their constant yelling still hurt. It brought her down to a dark place. And, when Peter wasn’t around, she could only find respite from the darkness in the safety of her bed. Curled under the covers, hidden away, was where she spent her evening. 

A soft padding of feet thumped onto the hardwood floor in the bedroom. The sound resembled more of a cat leaping off the top of a bookcase than a full grown man throwing himself through the open window but that was part of Peter’s gifts. He was nearly silent in his movements. The master of stealth. Still, she knew his every sound, no matter how quiet. It didn’t warrant peeking her head out of the covers. His routine was predictable. He’d come home from patrol, strip off the sweaty suit, throw on a pair of boxers, and raid the fridge. Sometimes he’d drape himself over the back of the couch and pass out right there if he’d been out long enough. She listened to him struggle to remove the skin tight material from his sweaty body. Hearing him curse at the suit under his breath would have normally put a tug of a smile on her face but, tonight, it did nothing. She closed her eyes with a quiet sigh and clutched tighter onto his pillow she’d been cradling in her arms. 

“No assistance from you today?” He grumbled, a hint of humor underlining his words. “Usually you’re running to the rescue in an attempt to get my clothes off.”

She remained hidden under the covers, eyes too heavy to open, and replied with a muffled grunt in response. It was then that the blanket was slowly dragged down her body to reveal her expressionless, tired face. 

Peter had managed to rid himself of the suit and he crawled, naked, onto the foot of the bed. He continued to bunch up the blanket in his fists until he was satisfied with how much of her could see. She pushed her messy hair away from her face and gazed back at him with desolate eyes. 

“Hi,” he smiled. Soft and sweet. A gentle kindness that he wore so well. 

He knew something was wrong. He knew her too well by now. She was in one of her “funks” as he often referred to them as. A time when her mental health would get the better of her. A time when everything seemed too bleak and hopeless that she couldn’t move. A time when the world was pressing down on her chest, so heavy, making it hard to breathe. He knew he couldn’t just ask her what was wrong. It would be pointless to expect her to open up and have an intimate discussion about her feelings. Especially now. In the midst of it all. That’s not what she wanted. It wasn’t what she needed. 

No. She needed something else. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Only he could be the one to help her. 

Peter’s smile grew. 

He tossed the blankets aside, letting them crumple to the floor, to leave nothing left for her to hide behind. He gently stole his pillow from her grasp so she was exposed to him. Even in her baggy sweat pants and one of his old tee shirts she was breathtaking. Peter gripped her shoulder and rolled her out of the ball she was curled in onto her back. He heard the quiet, sharp intake of air and watched as something sparked to life in her face. She once described the feeling of her funk as being forced to float in a black, empty nothing. Not knowing which way was up or how to find her way back home. She needed a life line. Something to tether herself to. Something powerful to break her out of the dark and back into her body. He would bring her back to him, back to her regular self, one teasing second at a time. 

Peter crawled over her body, his arms propping himself up to hover over her, and stared down into her eyes. 

“Does my pretty girl need something to hold onto?” He asked. She would know exactly what he meant. He was reaching for her in the dark. It was up to her if she wanted to reach back or not. 

She sighed, no words able to form yet, and nodded up at him. 

Peter smirked, “Good…because I’ve got something really long and hard for you to grab onto.” He swore he caught a ghost of a smile flash over her lips for a mere second. It was slowly working. 

He carefully placed her arms around his neck, locking them in place, and pushed himself against her. She flattened into the mattress with a happy sigh. She inhaled his familiar scent. She let him press his forehead against hers and traced his smooth skin under the pads of her finger tips. Her Peter. Always the hero. Always the savior. Always hers. 

He gently caught her lips. Her eyes slipped close, letting her lips part under the pressure of his. Her legs parted enough to let him settle nicely between them as he gathered her up into his arms. The way he held her like this meant safety. There was love in every movement. She could feel it penetrating through the dark and casting a light, a fire, inside of her. She clung to him like he was her last hope, drawing him closer, desperate to soak up his warmth. 

His hands slipped under her shirt, the back of his fingers lightly stroking up and down her sides. The feeling made her flesh erupt with goosebumps and her nipples harden. Peter deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past the barrier of her lips to seek out hers. She tried to focus completely on his kiss and nothing else. Nothing else mattered. Right now, all she needed was Peter. She needed to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. She played with the dark wisps of curls at the nape of his neck. He had gone too long without a cut and his hair was getting shaggy. The ends would curl when it was hot or he’d get sweaty. She loved how soft his hair felt as it ran through her fingers. He was perfect. Her lifeline back to her body. 

A gasp escaped her when he pushed her shirt up to her neck. He pulled her up then, quick and harsh, to rip the shirt off the top of her head. She knew what he was doing. He had eased her into intimacy, used it to hook her on the line, and was now reeling her in. Ripping her from the dark ocean straight into the cool night air. His hand closed around her throat as he shoved her forcefully back down onto the mattress. Her mouth parted with a smile as her eyes burned with a hungry fire. 

She was back. 

“There you are,” he whispered into her ear. 

Peter found her wrists and pinned them above her head. He straddled her hips, keeping on hand tightly over her wrists, while the other carefully explored her chest. He admired how her breasts lifted with her arms outstretched and studied how sweet, how appetizing, her hard nipples looked contrasting her skin. 

He let out a low moan of approval, “Delicious.”  

His warm hand gently cupped her breast. His calloused thumb brushed over the taut nub with light, quick strokes. He was the master of switching between a soft kindness and a rough commander. A trickle of warmth spread between her thighs. She let her eyes feast over his bare chest. Those strong muscles rippling under his skin, his bicep bulging as he held her arms in place, the lingering white scars from his past etched over his torso. Lean but muscular. Strong. Stronger than any man she had ever known. And, yet, it wasn’t something one would ever know by passing him on the street. He felt like her own special secret. Her protector. Her lover. Her favorite person. 

He caught the look of pure love shining behind her eyes and his features softened. His grip loosened on her arms as he leaned back over her to capture her lips with his again. His tongue tangled with hers, his thigh pushing between her legs to press against her core. 

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered against her mouth. 

Her eyes blinked open, gazing into the directness of his. She swallowed hard. What did she want? What did she need? Soft? Rough? Did she want to be tied up so tightly she couldn’t feel her limbs or cradled in his arms while he made love to her slowly? 

“I-” she breathed heavily. She could feel the darkness of uncertainty creeping back into her psyche. The pause from feeling Peter was too much. She could feel herself sinking. “I don’t know…” 

“Shh,” Peter nestled his nose against her neck and trailed kisses under her ear lobe. “Don’t think. No more thinking. Let me take control.” 

She nodded slowly. Doubt had already filled her thoughts. Her stomach churned with the familiar anxiety of uncertainty. He could see he was losing her again and he silently cursed himself for asking in the first place.

Peter ran the tip of his tongue down her neck and over her collar bone. He scooted his way down her chest to capture her nipple between his wet lips. He heard her give a content sigh, feeling her body start to unclench and relax back into the mattress. He nibbled and sucked at the tight bud, clenching it between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the tip. He bathed her breasts with his saliva until he felt she was finally ready for more. 

He slid down the length of her stomach, leaving wet kisses in his wake. His fingers hooked under the elastic band of her sweats, catching her underwear with them, and stripping them from her body in one swift movement. The sight of her naked would never fail to make him pause. He hummed with delight at the way her body twisted and moved under him. Parts of her skin glistened under the overhead light so he could see every inch of her he’d tended to. There was no denying his obvious arousal. His member stood thick and proud from his body like it was reaching out towards her. Desperate to have her. He refrained from gripping his cock in his hand despite the aching need. This was about her. 

Her legs spread for him as he fell back on top of her. She could feel his fingers tracing over her inner thighs, his nails grazing lines up her flesh. Her body shuddered the moment they made contact with her core. Teasing fingers stroking and parting her soft folds. A quiet whimper fell from her lips as he coaxed shivery tingles of pleasure from her swollen clit. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her lips pressing tiny kisses against his salty, sweaty skin. 

“That’s it, sweet girl.” He cooed to her as his long finger pushed into her depths. “Let me make you feel good. Focus on that. Nothing else. I’ve got you. I’m in control. All you have to do is let yourself feel.” 

Her walls clenched and squeezed around his digit like she was dragging him deeper inside. He let out a low groan at the feeling, his breath tickling her skin. Fingers teased and massaged her flesh. His thumb expertly casting slick circles around her clit while two long fingers curled and pumped inside of her. He plastered her body with kisses. He was all she could think about it. All she could feel. All that she needed. 

“Peter,” she whined. 

“What the matter, pretty girl? Need something more?” Without waiting for an answer, his arms snaked around her torso, and he flipped onto his back. He easily took her with him so she was rolled on top of his chest. She let out a cry at the sudden change of position, her vision spinning and wavering. She’d been curled up on her side all day that being forced upright caused her head to spin. Before she could steady herself, Peter had gripped her thighs and lifted her up to his face. He manhandled her like she weighed nothing. It never ceased to amaze her how strong he was. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist and he planted her directly down on top of his expectant mouth. A loud gasp echoed throughout the quiet bedroom. Peter’s tongue parted her lips as he began to sip and nuzzle himself between her trembling thighs. 

“Oh, Pete-” she cried out. She tumbled forward to lean her forearms against the headboard for support while Peter kept her bottom half snug against his face. 

Her hips bucked as his tongue found her sensitive bud, flicking along it and sucking into his lips. Short, hard sucking motions caused jolts of electricity to shoot through her veins. For the first time in days, she felt awake. Alive. Guttural moans ripped out her throat as her nails scraped against the wooden headboard. Intense pleasure rocked through her. Her legs clenched around Peter’s head and she ground herself against his mouth. She writhed and trembled, completely open to him. This was exactly what she needed. 

It didn’t take much coaxing for her to start to unravel. She’d been so tightly wound all day that all it took was a little push for her to fall apart. Peter’s tongue knew all the tricks to push her in the right direction. He would bring her to orgasm with nothing but his mouth and then he would fuck her until she completely forgot about her woes. 

A tidal wave was growing deep in the depths of her stomach. Her skin started to tingle. She closed her eyes and focused on the feelings of pleasures he was creating under her. She cast out any other thoughts until all she could think of was reaching that high. The wave grew and soon it was taking over her entire body. Every nerve came alive as she crashed to the surface. A cry of happiness ripping from her throat. Her body shook and throbbed on top of his face, her juices spilling down his chin, as he latched on to suck out every last drop from her core. 

Her clit felt swollen and sore. Her limbs heavy. She tried to lift herself from his face but he only tightened his grip around her waist. 

“Peter,” she whined. It was too sensitive. Too raw. She needed a break between orgasms. He knew this. “I can’t. Not yet.”

He mumbled something incoherent against her, the sound muffled by her own pussy, the vibrations of his voice rippling through her body. She didn’t need to hear what he said to understand. He wasn’t done with her yet. He needed more. He had gotten a taste of heaven and he wasn’t ready to let go. 

Peter’s mouth latched back onto her dripping cunt. His tongue probed up inside her depths. She let out a pained cry. It was too much. She tried to struggle against his grip but it was ironclad. Her hips were practically cemented to his face. She squirmed, her body jerking with jolts of lingering orgasmic pleasure. Her skin felt a flame with searing heat. It was too much. Too much stimulation. 

He slid his tongue as deep into her tight pussy as he could and began rolling it around inside of her. The orgasm that had just barely died down started to immediately rise up again. The rolling of her hips gave way to frantic jerks and twitching against his face. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears pricked at the corners. Every cell in her body felt like it was in overdrive. Her mind was screaming. Her nipples rock hard. Her mouth hung agape in a silent scream. 

There was no controlling the way her body contorted as the second orgasm hit. Her vision burst with stars and a wailing cry filled the room. She trembled and shook, head tossed back, desperately attempting to drag air into her lungs as she came. Everything went hazy and dim. It was too much. She was so raw. So sensitive. She collapsed forward against the hard headboard and let her eyes close. 

“Come back to me,” he whispered into her ear. 

When she finally blinked them open again, Peter hovered over her. Her head was laid against the soft pillows. Slowly she returned back to the land of the living after being cast into subspace by her loving tormentor. 

“Good girl,” he cooed. “That’s it. Nice and slow.” 

He was brushing his hands over her hair and cradling her face with his palm. She could feel the head of his shaft nuzzled against her slick entrance. He gently rocks his cock through her soaked lips to bump and graze over her abused clit. Everytime it hit, she would involuntarily jerk with a yelp. 

A smirk spread over his glistening lips, still coated with her cum. He loved it when he pushed her over the edge like that. He loved knowing that he had done his job so well she almost passed out from the sheer force of it. Without giving her a moment to catch her breath as she came to, he was already starting to slide inside of her. He gazed into her dazed, blissed out eyes as he gently pushed his hips to her. There was no resistance as he slowly stole inside of her. 

She whimpered, her brows knitting together. Her back arched. Peter always felt like he was sliding impossibly deep. No matter how many times she took him, it always felt like a tight stretch to accommodate his full girth. A growl rumbled in his chest. Something feral and beast-like. The sound reverberated in her ears. It cast away the haze and awoke her own sleeping beast. Her arms threw themselves around his neck to pull him closer. Needy. Hungry for him. She felt stretched and hot and unbearable where their bodies joined but she needed more. Her nails raked across his shoulders as he started a slow pacing thrust. The breath rushed from her lungs. Need thrummed through her. Quivering arrows of heat licked at her raw, teased flesh. 

“More, Peter.” She groaned. Her hot breath filled his ear. “I need more. Hard. I need it hard.” 

Peter eased himself out of her and caught one of her legs, using it to roll her over onto her belly. She pressed the side of her face into the pillow and raised her ass for him. He grabbed her cheeks in both hands, nails digging into the soft flesh, and positioned himself behind her. His cock speared into her aching pussy. He used the force of his own thrusts mixed with his strength as he gripped her hips to pull her closer and slam into her. When she said she wanted it hard, she meant it. The sound of her cries tangled with the slapping of skin. Peter gave her everything he could. He pounded relentlessly into her. 

And still it wasn’t enough. 

Despite the waves of pleasure washing over her, she still felt empty. She needed something else. Something more. 

It was like Peter could read her mind because he started to trail a finger over her puckered asshole. She hummed in compliance for him to continue. She wanted to feel completely full. If Peter could suddenly grow three cocks so she could plug every hole, she would have been the happiest woman alive. Instead, she’d take what she could get. He coated his finger in her own slick and teased it around her asshole, covering it completely. Slowly, he began pushing it inside, watching as the clenched hole gave way to his force. In and out of her tight ass he carefully fingered her until she’d swallow his entire finger. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. It was clear he needed more too. “You’re mine, baby. That ass is mine. All mine.” 

She knew exactly what that meant and a smile twitched at the corners of her lips. She felt Peter slip out of her drenched cunt and lean over to grab a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. The cold, thick liquid squirted between her cheeks and trickled down over her asshole. Peter smeared it around with his finger.  She could hear him coating his cock with it as she mentally prepared herself for what was about to follow. This was what she needed. To feel completely full. He knew her too well. 

He lined the meaty head of his cock up with her ass. A choked cry escaped her as his shaft bore down on the tight opening. The tiny ring stretched around the hard length of him pushing deep within her. Inch by treacherous inch. She held her breath while he worked to fulfill her silent wishes. She slipped her hand between her legs to seek out her clit to help her body relax. A quiet whimper fell from her lips and her body jerked when she made contact with that sensitive nub.

“Stop squirming,” Peter chastised her, giving her a hard, swift slap on her bottom. He reached over her and knocked her arm out from between her legs. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” 

She almost wailed from the unfairness of it but submitted to his orders. Hanging her head, with closed eyes, and choosing instead to focus on the feeling of him filling her up. Her conquered body was opened fully to his unyielding plunder. She had given herself up to Peter to take control the second he pulled her out from under the covers. She felt speared, unmercifully, her body no longer her own. It was exactly what she wanted; to give up all control. 

Peter gripped her breasts as he began to move his cock in her, small but fiery stabs in her clinging heat. He used her chest to lift her up to him, her back forced to arch, as he pulled her closer. Soon his strokes lengthened. They became more forceful. Harder. It felt like she could feel him inside her own stomach. Her entire body, stuffed full, with his cock. She clenched impossibly tight around him. His ragged breathing against her neck was harsh. His grunts mixed with her gasping cries as he forced her body to his will. 

She felt a tiny vibrating sensation start to grow in the pit of her stomach. His hand snuck down to cup between her thighs. He sought out her clit to draw out her enjoyment, drowning her in pleasure. Lightening tore through her once more and she clenched down hard around his cock. Peter cried out. His hips surged against her ass in longing thrusts. He bucked feircely inside of her as he gripped her tightly. She moaned, feeling as though he was swelling in size, threatening to stretch her to bursting. Then warm, stickiness filled her bottom while he furious worked it in and out of her until he had nothing else left to give. 

Finally they collapsed. Peter practically fell on top of her, his strength giving out, and panting in her ear. He collected her into his arms and drew them onto their sides so that her bottom, dripping with his cum and still stuffed with his cock, was nestled against the cradle of his pelvis. His gulping breaths stirred in her hair as his hand settled possessively over her breast. He thumbed lazily over her nipple. 

She could feel him softening inside of her, every twitch making her quiver. She didn’t want him to leave her warmth but knew that he’d be forced to slide out eventually. He had made her feel so full when she’d been so empty only hours before. Peter pressed his soft lips against her shoulder.

“I love you,” he breathed, rubbing his nose and lips back and forth across her sensitized skin. 

Her eyes slipped close with a soft sigh and she, sadly, pulled away from him so she could roll over to face him. She studied his face in silence for some time. He had a red gash over his right brow that she hadn’t taken notice of before. Most likely a result of his evening out. She brought up a hand to gently graze her thumb over the cut. 

“Thank you, Peter. Thank you for bringing me back.” 

He gave her a soft smile. His fingers clasped beneath her chin to tip her head back. She met his warm eyes, they were screaming at her with adoration. 

“I’ll always find you in the dark,” he told her. “No matter how deep you disappear, I’ll always be right behind you.” 

His mouth settled firmly over her, leaving her no opportunity to protest. 

Even if she was silly enough to want to.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

feeling like shit rn, can you please write pete teasing his drunk baby and cleaning her up, holding her hair back when she pukes, she's like "i'm a mess, how can you love me" and he's kissing her face, that kind of fluffy shit <3

this is so stinkin cute

YOUR GIRL- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Boyfriend! Peter x Girlfriend! Reader

Word Count: 843

Warnings: some swearing, and vomiting ofc. but petnames and lots of fluff:))

"carry me to my bed, lay me in a pillow town kiss me on my head and remind me of the way we will not know

i wish i was your girl..."- your girl, lana del rey (unreleased)

“M’Peter I’m done. No more.” you moaned, your body feeling weak and achey as you leaned against your forehead against the toilet seat.

You felt like you were being punched in the gut, pins and needles pricking your clammy skin as the world began to spin again. The booze was rushing to your head, and you started to regret drinking so much.

Actually, you started regretting it nearly half an hour ago, the cool bathroom tile becoming an secret oasis for you as you heaved up sweet coolers and warm shots of fireball.

“No, no baby you gotta get it all out. You’ll feel so much better.” he cooed from above you, hand holding your hair back, the other stroking your back in small, soothing circles.

You were jealous of how much better he could handle his alcohol. You were jealous of the fact he didn't have the taste of sickly sweet six percent on his teeth, mixed with the taste of faint vomit.

“I’m not feeling better. M’feeling worse. You’re lying.” you stated, groaning as you felt the contents in your stomach roll over like a tidal wave.

“I never lie sweetheart, you know this. Stop being mean.” he laughed, watching as you weakly attempted to reach behind yourself to swat at him. Before you could make another sly comment back, it was too late.

“Oh g-god-” you hiccuped, leaning further towards the toilet bowl as you felt the room start to spin.

“Oh, there she goes. Atta girl, let it all out.” he winced, patting your back as you heaved everything up, feeling as if you'd choke.

“Good girl. See? It’s better.” he said, reaching over to grab the damp cloth he had been using to help clean you up, so you’d stop (attempting) to use the back of your hand as a means of getting the puke off your lips.

“No not better. You’re better.” you moaned, not relaxing your words had made no sense.

“I am better. Now look up for me, good girl.” he smiled as you obeyed, makeup slightly smudged as he wiped the warm facecloth across the lower half of your face. Leaning down, he scattered kisses across your face, leaving you giggly as his lips brushed every inch of skin, tickling your eyelashes.

“I’m a mess, how can you l-love me?” you slurred, hearing the toilet flush before he helped you stumble upwards to stand.

“You’re not a mess. You’re beautiful.” he shoke his head, and you reached for the edge of the counter to help steady yourself.

You felt awful. You knew tomorrow morning would be hell on earth, and you already could predict the amount of tylenol and gravol you’d have to down with lots, and lots of water. It seemed like a chore, so out of reach as you felt yourself being guided towards the bed.

You couldn't even remember whose bed it was. It certainly wasn't yours.

“Do you wanna try and get out of these clothes?” Peter asked, to which you could only nod. Exhaustion washed over your bones, and you felt weak and nimble as thread as you swayed in place.

“I need them off. They’re sticking to me.” you complained, feeling like a rag doll as he moved your limbs to better suit his needs, lifting your arms up to slide your shirt off.

“I wish I was your girl. I wanna be your girlfrienddd.” you blurted out, slouching back on the bed, head pressed against the crisp sheets and you breathed them in. They were coated in the smell of Peter, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realized you were safe in the comfort of his bed.

You could hear his laughter, though it sounded slightly muffled and distant as he unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the deminum down your legs and letting them plop onto the floor with the rest of your garments.

“You are my girlfriend silly. And I wouldn't have it any other way.” he hummed, shuffling you around so you were vertical, head collapsing on the pillow.

“Really? That's so sweet.” you smiled, content with the idea that the two of you were together (despite being a couple for over a year), as you always wanted.

“Lets just stay here. We can stay here all night.”

“We are staying here all night. And all day, most likely. You’re not moving in this condition.”

You smiled. “That means more time to cuddle.” you giggled, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead before turning away.

“W-where are you going? I thought we were going to cuddle, cause you’re my boyfriend and that's what they do!” you pouted, reaching aimsley for his hand in an attempt to keep him from leaving you.

“We will cuddle baby I promise. I’m gonna get some stuff like meds and a bucket okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, letting your hand fall limp against the sheets. Before you could stop them, your eyelid started to droop, the world turning dark as you dozed off into dreamland.

[thatblackravenclaw]

Wake up call

a/n: i’ve honestly been working on this one for a while and i’m not mad at it. this is how i spend my class time and i’m proud. you can picture whichever Peter you want. i just had Andrew’s Peter in my mind when i wrote this.

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Peter Parker x fem!reader

word count: 1.04k 

warning(s): fluff, smut with a side of plot, oral (m receiving), reader is drunk at the beginning, not proofread

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I take another shot. The vodka tastes like water. I swig the bottle. Fuck it. I hold the phone to my ear. The ringing is amusing in my drunken state. I start dancing before I hear the line pick up.

“Hello?” God his voice. It sends shivers down my spine. I wish he knew I liked him.

“I’m in love with you Peter Parker.” Yeah I guess that works too.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“You’re drunk.” My words clearly slurred.

“Yeah, alright, I’m on my way over.” Then the line disconnects.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I glance around my apartment. Beer cans litter the floor. Four Locos here and there. I lost my glasses long ago. Good riddance. After the fifteenth shot, my vision became blurry. My top is gone as well. Fuck.

By the time he knocks on my door, you’re able to see the floor and the only proof of drinking is the near empty bottle of Grey Goose on my coffee table. I stumble over to the door and open it to be faced with the most handsome man to walk the Earth.

“Hi Peter!”

“Oh my gosh you’re shirtless,” He sighs and pushes me back inside the door while having me in an embrace.

“Peter, I love you so much and I just wish you liked me over Betty even though she’s so kind and totally gorgeous.”

“Babe,” My heart rate picks up at the pet name, “What’s that on your hand?”

I look down at my hands in a hurry in case it was vomit or something but come up with nothing. I flip my hands palm down and find my ring finger glistening.

“Whoa, when did that get there?”

I sink deeper into him although he is still trying to get me to… wherever. I thought it was the couch, but we just passed it. We continue our walk until we reach the platform that leads up to my bed.

“Okay babe, I’m gonna pick you up now.”

My lips have turned to mush so I just nod my head and open my arms. He sweeps me up and it’s like we teleported. The cushion of my bed is a welcoming feeling as I sink into my many pillows. He stands tall in front of me and starts chuckling before composing himself.

“I’ll be right back, bug.”

“Wait,” I yell before he takes more steps, “I don’t know how this ring got here, but I swear I swear I love you more than anything on this Earth.”

“I feel the same way, bug. That’s why I proposed. Now please let me get your drunk kit. He suppresses a smile, but I wouldn’t dare. It grows wider with each passing second. He continues on to the kitchen while I fondly stare at my hand.

“We’re gonna get married.” A mix of excitement and disbelief in my tone. Sobriety suddenly fast approaching.

He comes back not even a minute later with water and snacks.

“How are we feeling? Any nausea? Do we need to make a bathroom stop before bed?”

“I wanna sleep. Lay with me.”

I shimmy off my shorts and kick them off the side of the bed. I hear his shuffling on the other side of the bed, but I gave up on fighting the shutting of my eyes. The last thing I feel is his arms wrapped around my waist.

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The sun rays stream through my curtains and fills the room. I raise the blanket over my head to protect me from the harsh chill that has now taken over my apartment. I open my eyes and wait to adjust to the darkness. I sigh and accept that I eventually have to get up. When I emerge from Mt. Comforter, I’m met with Pete’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful. Let’s ruin that.

“Peter,” poke.

Pete,” poke poke. I receive a grumble in response.

“Peter, I’m naked.” He peeks one eye open to look at me and recloses them.

“Liar.” He mumbles before turning on his back.

I shuffle on top of him and straddle his hips and gently kiss over his neck and down to his clavicle. His hands gravitate to my hips.

“Thought you were sleeping?”

“I am.”

“Mhm.”

My fingers wrap around the band of his boxers while moving my lips down his chest. I stop right above his navel. I shuffle down and bring his boxers down. His semi-hard dick lays against his abdomen. His breath hitches at the sudden exposure. I lick up the side of his shaft and before taking the tip into my mouth. A low “fuck” escapes his lips. I gradually take him deeper and deeper until I can feel all of him in my throat I constrict around him and one of his hands reaches down to my cheek. I look up at him to the best of my ability. He’s sitting up, leaning on his elbows. His eyes full blown with lust as his lips are slightly gaped. He wipes away my tear with his thumb and moves to hold my hair into a makeshift ponytail. He slightly guides me up his shaft. Slick starts to slip through my folds, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs with want.

“You look so pretty like this.” I moan at the praise.

I ease his head to my tongue and lick the oozing cum from the slit. I kiss down his shaft and begin to suck on his balls while stroking his dick. I feel him twitch in my palm, signaling his impending orgasm.

“Please, baby.” His voice short of a whisper with a moan stuck in his throat.

“Please what Peter? Need you to use your big boy words.” My clit throbs at his whimpers. My panties are pretty much soiled as they’re beyond wet from me absent-mindedly humping the air.

“Can I cum please?”

“Such good manners. Yes, you can cum.” I put my mouth back over the tip and let him spill all over my tongue.

His head hits the pillow as I swallow all of his cum.

“So,” there’s a pregnant pause, “breakfast?” He looks up at me and smirks.

“Sure,” I’m suddenly in his place and his arms are wrapped around my thighs.

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[bellaramseysgf]

Innocent sins (P.P)

Warning(s); DUBCON/NONCON,Age gap! (Reader is in her early 20’s),oral (M receiving),innocence kink,corruption kink,massive daddy kink,oral fixation,dumbifaction kink,praise kink,hand kink,dark/grey! Peter + More.

Pairing(s); DBF! Peter Parker x Innocent! Fem! Reader.

Summary; after coming home for the summer from college your dad’s best friend takes advantage over your naiveness

A/n; So, first added character, honestly excited about it! Enjoy babies!! I wanna Clarify her innocence is when it comes to sex, reader is pretty much a Virgin, just wanna say that.

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The heat, it was almost suffocating. You could see the actual heat waves from your spot inside your mothers air conditioned car. You refused to get out of it, not because of the heat but because your step dad was inside and you wanted to avoid him as long as possible.

You didn’t hate the guy, how could you? He was sweet to you, he’d make you breakfast and used to pack your school lunches. He’d ask if you wanted to join him and your mom to watch movies or shows, he was always making sure you felt involved. It was just awkward. Even after 5 years there was just a awkward cloud that hung over your heads.

You played with the torn holes in your jean shorts as you stared at your house. Just do it. You said to yourself, Get it over with,you added but it didn’t make your body move. Your eyes were glued to the front porch the tap sounding on your mothers side of the car made you jump.

“Mr. Parker, for fucks sake” you cursed at him as he slid into the car “well that’s new” he pointed out and you sighed. “What is?” You asked wanting him to clarify “such naughty words coming outta’ your mouth” you rolled your eyes at the man.

Peter Parker, your (Step) dad’s best friend. He’d been apart of your life for the past 5 years ever since you were 18. He’s also been the biggest crush you’ve ever had. He was hot,and there was no denying it. He was tall and slim but he had plenty of muscles,his chest adorned with the best abs you’d ever seen on a man of his age. His soft fluffy hair tended to be fixed,he hated it falling in his eyes,he’s never been married after the lost of his highschool girlfriend. He’s dated though, plenty of girls.

You’d met a number of them and you didn’t like a single one but maybe that was because you wanted him to stare at you the way he did them, jealousy.

“Wonder what else ‘s changed” he said voice low and husky like usual, sending the most confusing feeling to your cunt. “Can I help you? You know people will think you’re some weirdo Mr. Parker” he chuckled “mmm? Yeah? Why’s that?” He asked. “Cause you’re in a car with your friends daughter, alone” he nodded. “Am I touching you?” He asked and you felt your cheeks rising in warmth.

“Of course not.” You said it in a almost huff. You didn’t think it was noticeable but it was,Peter could pick up on anything. “Do you want me to?” He asked and you looked at him wide eyed. “M-Mr. Parker” you stumbled out. “How many times to I gotta’ tell you. Just Peter is fine.” You furrowed your brows.

It felt weird calling him that, made you seem like his friend when you weren’t. Made you seem like you had no respect for him, which you did. Of course you did.

“I think I’m gonna go inside” you said finally unbuckling, moving to open your door as you pulled your moms key from the car. “Well my job is done” he said sliding out after you as the pair of you walked inside. “What? He send you out there to coax me inside?” You asked sitting the keys on you entryway table. “Something like that” he said turning to your mom and dad in the living room.

You left them to go upstairs. The past few days had been rough, packing,barely sleeping,anticipation and anxiety. It was all wanting to boil over and you desperately needed some way out of it. You climbed onto your bed the soft pink comforter bringing you calmness. You reached up to your pillows picking up your stuffed cow, hugging it to your chest as you kicked off your shoes.

You slid into the warmth and comfort of your bed, it’s different then that of your dorm room. Your childhood is in this room something comforting and relaxing about being in it. The lace that hung from your bed posts reminds you of that princess phase you went though when you were 8. The hello kitty shaped rug and Sanrio character collectibles that sat on your floor in shelf’s from when you were 15.

Old makeup and roses sat on your vanity from your first ever dance, pictures scatter everywhere to remind you of home. You sighed feeling the safest you had in months, you closed your eyes allowing the day to turn into night before you even dared open them up.

You only woke up to the feeling of soft hands rubbing your arm. You blinked awake the pink lamp on your desk having been turned on, once adjusted to the lights your eyes fell to Peter who was sat on your bed. You sighed and moved to lay on your back to see him better,take in his features better.

He looked utterly exhausted,you could see the small bags that rested under his eyes. Freckles still littered his face in random spots, his hair hung a bit low the gel obviously wearing down. His jaw looked sharp and pointed from the angle and his lips were turned up into a soft smile, you took into account that his cheeks were a soft pink probably from the beer you were sure he drank.

“Sorry, I got some pizza, wanted to make sure you ate” he said hand moving to your other side as he leaned over you. “M’not hungry” you said blinking at him slowly as you still were waking up. “I’m sure you are, your mom said you didn’t eat breakfast.” You shrugged “love, you know that I just want to make sure you’re okay, please eat, even if it’s just 1 bite I don’t care” he was close enough now you could smell his cologne and the smell of beer on his lips.

“Fine! If it’ll get you out of my room then fine” you huffed and sat up some your comforter falling down in the process. “Hey.” His voice dropped and his hand lifted to hold your jaw as you looked at him. “Don’t be a brat about it. Unless of course you want to be treated like one.” His words shocked you and had heat tumbling down until it hit your core.

“You wanna be a good girl right?” You swallowed and nodded slowly. “Good. Come eat” his hand dropped your jaw and he stood up leaving your room without another thought.

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Weeks had passed in blurs and before you knew it you only had 4 more days before you headed back to college for the fall semester. The weeks were filled with beach trips,pool days, and a lot of parties. You were drug left and right by your parents to parties, parties you didn’t even want to be at, you didn’t even drink. What the hell were you supposed to do?.

Your parents wanted you to meet and see old and new friends which is why you were drug left to right. You sighed finally having a night to yourself, well your dad had a few friends over but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You could stay locked up in your room and do whatever you wanted to.

You found yourself coloring, sat at your small white antique desk in the corner of your room. You colored in Sanrio characters with your colored pencils and markers. You had a habit of leaving your door open at home because it was a rule when you were growing up. A small knock against your open door hand you spinning in your desk chair to see who it was. It was Peter.

“Hello pretty girl! What’re you doing?” He asked and you shrugged smiling at him. He had a opened beer in his hand as he stalked towards you suit pants swaying with his hips. He must’ve came from work. “How was work?” You asked and he smiled his hand coming to comb through your hair. “It was a very frustrating day” you pouted “want a picture of melody?” You asked urging Peter to chuckle smiling at you as he glanced at your half colored picture.

“It’s very pretty love, I think I’d love to have it” you turned back to coloring as he leaned against your desk his ankles crossing as he kept his hands combing through your hair. A soft silence fell as he sipped his beer and watched you color in peace, you hummed to yourself which only made his heart swell up more.

“Hey,I think I might have a better way for you to help then just your picture love.” You looked up at him and nodded “course’ what is it?” He smiled at how eager you seemed for him as he sat the empty bottle on your desk. “Can you get on your bed for me?” You nodded and stood up walking over to your bed.

Peter walked over to your door and shut it before joining you where you sat with your knees tucked up under you, your eyes were glued to him as he moved around attached to his every move. “you wanna help make me feel better?” He asked as his hand held your chin. You nodded quickly looking up at him. “Open your mouth f’Me” you opened your mouth widely your tongue lolling out to rest against your chin.

“Mmm such a good girl” he praised and you pressed your thighs together. “Just gonna put my fingers right….here” he instructed as the pads of his index and middle finger landed on your tongue. You reflexively closed your mouth around the digits,Peter hummed pushing his fingers further in your mouth. “I’ve noticed something about you…” he said and you looked up at him sucking against the fingers in your mouth. “You don’t have a gag reflex.” With that he shoved his fingers to the back of your throat.

You grabbed his wrist as your head tilted back,his open hand cupped the back of your neck holding your head in place for him as he used his fingers to fuck your throat. You shed tears but you never once gagged against his fingers as he twisted them. “You wanna suck daddy’s cock don’t ya’ baby?” You hummed around him as he pulled his fingers away with a pop saliva connecting them to your lips. “I’ve..I’ve never…done that” you huffed trying to catch your breath.

“Awh, so pure aren’t you? Don’t worry babydoll daddy’ll show you just how good it can feel.” You furrowed your brows. “Isn’t…isn’t that a bad thing…we are gonna get in trouble” you said as Peter smiled down at you. “Oh no love, it’s not a bad thing. You’re just helping me right? Gonna help daddy feel all better. You know he had such a tough day” the smell of beer fanned over your face and you could almost get intoxicated just by the smell.

“You wanna help right? Surely you don’t want me feeling all sad and grumpy, right babydoll?” You immediately shook your head “course’ not! I wanna help!” You said your hands landing on his chest as you sat up on your knees. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you avoided his gaze “wanna…wanna make daddy feel good” you mumbled. Peter kissed your head “then get in the floor baby, on your knees” you listened immediately as you did what he said. Your head rested just below his belt and you could feel heat pooling between your legs.

“Daddy’ll show you baby, just open your mouth nice and wide for him, Atta’ girl” he praised as he tugged his belt open. “Have you seen this before?” He asked as he undid his pants and you nodded slowly your eyes stuck on his. “Oh yeah? Where?” You swallowed thickly and mumbled something. “I can’t hear you. It’s rude to mumble to daddy, use your big girl words” you whined up at him. “I-in videos” you said louder and clearer.

“Oh my, have you been watching naughty videos baby? Did you touch yourself to them? Hmm? Rub your pretty pussy while you watched those bad things?” You whimpered at his words slowly shaking your head. You didn’t know why but your head felt light and fuzzy almost. It was as if you’d taken some potion to mess with you. Your brain wasn’t stopping you from telling him anything he wanted to hear.

“You…” you said as Peter pushed his slacks down “I…I-I touch it to you” you admitted and Peter could’ve lost it right then. Shove you down on your bed and take you in the roughest way possible not caring about your crying and screams it hurts because he knows it doesn’t. “Yeah? Baby that’s so sweet of you, touching yourself to the thought of daddy.” Your blush deepened and Peter finally pushed his boxers down his almost fully hard cock popped out bobbing right in front of you.

Your eyes widen and you swallowed thickly “so big..,” you whispered and Peter nodded “don’t worry babydoll, it’ll all fit down that pretty lil throat of yours.” You nodded your mouth hanging open for him. “Listen baby, you tap daddy’s thigh 3 times if you need a break.” You nodded as his tip pressed into your mouth.

Peter’s hands rested on the back of your head as he slowly fucked your throat. Tears spilled from lack of oxygen but you never once gagged around him. Peter groaned out endless praises to you as you sucked against him just like he instructed you to. Your mind felt even more fuzzy your eyes and throat softly burned and you couldn’t help but love the feeling.

“So good dollie,you’re such a good lil toy for daddy. Look at you,going dumb as daddy fucks you. Fucking pretty lil’ slut babydoll” you moaned around him and he jolted at the feeling. “Is daddy’s words turning you on baby? You feeling all tingly and hot, huh?” You nodded as best as you could. “Mmm, daddy will take care of you just as soon as he’s done okay? He’ll make you cum so good.” That only sped up your actions wanting him to cum so you could.

“That’s it, fuck. Yes,yes,yes that’s so good baby, mmmn. Gonna make daddy cum. Yeah? Want daddy to cum all down your throat. Yeah you do. Naughty little baby, is this what you thought about while touching yourself? Daddy treating you like this? Like his own little toy?” You hummed around him and Peter grunted gripping stands of your hair as he spilled into your throat. Hot ropes fell down your throat and filled up your mouth as you swallowed it down just like he said. It tasted bitter but it was sweet too, very sweet.

Peter pulled from your mouth and hummed as a few extra ropes fell over your lips. “Messy. Didn’t daddy say swallow it all?” His thumb collected his own spunk before he pushed it back into your mouth. You sucked his thumb clean and he smiled down at you. “God, daddy feels so much better baby, you did so well for me. My pretty little girl.” You sighed looking up at him with unfocused eyes.

“You feel okay? Sensitive?” He asked and you nodded as Peter fixed himself back into his pants. “You still feel tingly?” You shook your head and Peter raised his eye brow at you. Peter was so caught up in his own pleasure he didn’t see the way you had shifted close enough to grind yourself against his shoe. He only saw it once he glanced down to see his shoe between your thighs. He took in a deep breath before looking back at you “did daddy say you could use his shoe like that?” He asked and you shamefully shook your head.

“Did daddy say you could cum?” He asked and you shook your head once again “Hmm, you’ve been a bad girl honey” you whined and shook your head “no! No! It just, it tingled some much and I-I needed to…I’m sorry daddy” Peter nodded “I know you are baby, listen to me okay?” You nodded as his hand gripped your jaw and he bent down to your height. “You’re daddies now okay? That means that pretty pussy you got is mine as well. I decide when you can touch it or cum or when you get to rub it against my shoe, understand?” You nodded up at him.

“If you do it again you’ll be bent over my knee and spanked until you can’t sit. Don’t disobey daddy okay babydoll?” “Yes daddy” he hummed and gently placed a kiss to your lips. “Now, do it again.” He said and you glanced down at his shoe. “But daddy I’ve never, I can’t cum so quickly!” Peter grumbled “you have 5 seconds to start moving that slutty little cunt on me before I slap you. One,Two” you whined and sat your lace covered core back onto his shoe.

“That’s a good girl, just do what daddy says. He knows best baby,he knows what you can handle” you nodded and moved your hips back and forth as whines and moans spilled out. “Daddy,Daddy!” You repeated his name over and over like a prayer while you bucked your hips quicker,faster chasing your own high. “Fuckin’ look at you. Desperate enough to get off on daddy’s shoe. You’re just a desperate little cumslut aren’t you?” You gasped and nodded. “Say it.” He demanded but you didn’t. It was too embarrassing to say that, how could you say that about yourself.

Peter lifted the tip of his dress shoe pressing it to your clit as you jumped and your body jolted. “Fucking say it you dumb baby. Say your my cumslut or daddy’ll take his shoe away, cmon clocks ticking honey,let daddy hear it.” You whined and took a deep breath. “I-I…I’m daddy’s cum-c-cumslut” you babbled out and Peter nodded “yes you are baby. Such a pretty one too.” Your hips stuttered and your breath quickened.

“That’s a good baby, you can cum go ahead. Cum for daddy” you did, your mind was sent to cloud nine as your body racked with pleasure more intense then you’d ever felt. “Good girl…such a good baby mhm, good for me” you sighed your back leaning against your bed. Your body felt limp and numb like a noodle.

“Daddy’ll clean you up hold on baby” Peter reached under your arms and lifted you up carrying you into your en-suite bathroom. He dampened a small cloth and wiped the sweat off of you. “Sticky..” you whined and Peter chuckled. Lucky for him he knew exactly where your underwear and shorts were. He grabbed a new pair of panties and some sleeping shorts. He got you changed and just then your step dad knocked on your door.

“Hey? Y/n! Uhm have you seen Peter?” He was talking though your door and you panickedly looked up at Peter through the mirror. “Shh,” he whispered, he walked from your bathroom closing the door behind him. Once he opened your bedroom door he dropped his smirk he was wearing. “Hey, I’ve been in here. I think she’s sick she’s been throwing up” your step dad nodded “uh…does she need anything?” Peter shook his head “no, she just didn’t want me to leave. Sorry about disappearing.

“It’s fine! Just tell her I hope she feels better.” Peter nodded and closed your door back chuckling “what a idiot” he mumbled as he joined you back in the bathroom. “Let’s get ready for bed” you nodded. Peter helped you brush your teeth and wash your face before he got you settled in bed.

“You did really good baby, daddy’s proud of you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your forehead “sleep well, babydoll” he turned the lamp off and left you to go back to your dad.

You smiled as you fell asleep. You weren’t even sure what had really happen, it hadn’t sunk in you just had sexual experiences with Peter. Nor did it sink in you were his yet, you were his. His. He was yours, your daddy, he made you feel good. You sighed and fell asleep peacefully after that.

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In a Corner I Haunt: Everybody Moved On (Chapter Two)

ch. 1 (currently being edited)

I did not intend on this little angst piece becoming a bigger idea, but here we are. Currently there is no graphic content, bur this series will eventually contain smut so I’m asking for solely an 18+ audience. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!OC

Word Count: 3k

Series Warnings: Cheating, Thoughts of cheating, Smut, Angst with semi happy ending, Divorce, Discussion of parental depth, Mentions of past domestic abuse, Neglecting spouse, Cursing, Peter on the verge of a nervous breakdown. More to add. 

Chapter Warnings: Description of love interest, Love interest is given nickname, Implied thoughts of cheating, chapter is pretty diff Peter heavy. 

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There was a girl who sat in the west courtyard of ESU on Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday, Thursday and occasionally Friday his sophomore year. She sat under the same tree since the start of the spring semester, the old cherry blossom tree that was right off the path Peter skated everyday towards Dr. Octavius’ lab. On the weekdays she had her laptop snug in her lap with whatever it seemed she could get from the campus cafe, her favorite seemed to be a Matcha Latte with some type of croissant sandwich. On weekends she sat there enjoying the warmer days with a book, or sitting in a cardigan working on her laptop.

On some days Peter found himself walking past, and walking slower to really capture her and her beauty. On occasion he thought about stopping and talking to her. Asking her about what book she was reading this time, or what it was she was typing away on. However, according to his friends that would be stalkerish, giving away that he had been watching her quite a bit over the last few weeks. That girls liked to be met organically, without being watched beforehand. So here he was camera in hand, swallowing his words in his throat as he approached her.

“Photo for the ESU Daily?” He whispered nervously, his words slewing out in one big word.

“Do we take random photos for the Daily now?”

“Oh well, it’s this piece I’m working on about students who take their..their work outside.” The lie seemed perfect to him, no flaws, the best and most calm lie he’s ever told.

“I’ve never seen you in the writing room.”

What.

“Mhm, what?”

“I’m a writer at the daily.”

“Oh..” Peter’s eyes shifted around uncomfortably, clearing his throat and opening his mouth to defend himself.

“But I have seen you in the darkroom. You’re Parker.”

“Peter..Parker. Peter Parker.” He thrusted his hand into her face smiling. She smiled, choking on a laugh, taking his hand and shaking it.

She looked up at him, giving him her name with a sweet smile. Her eyes setting a part of his soul on fire, he was sure of it. There was a softness that grew in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at her.

“Not to make this awkward but do you stare at all the people you’re interested in from a distance or just a select few.”

“Oh you noticed that.” He laughed, his hand coming up to tuck his hair back and scratch his neck out of embarrassment. “Select few. You should feel really flattered.”

“Good, I do.” Her laugh echoed in his ears, settling into a part of his brain and making a home in his memory already. “Do you want to..I don’t know have a seat.”

Peter physically restricted himself from sitting next to the girl, he knew he’d be so late and Otto would maybe actually kill him this time.

“I would really love to, but I’m about to be late and if we are gonna have a..seat together I’d like to be alive for it.” Quickly, Peter scribbled his phone number down onto a gum wrapper he found in his pocket. Handing it to her. “Here is my number, you can call me and we can like, meet tonight or whenever at that uh- italian place up the block.”

“Leo’s?”

“Yeah that one is perfect.” He smiled as he ran backwards away from her. His cheeks burning red, he wondered if his smile was still noticeable to her. Peter turned around taking off towards Otto’s lab, jumping up out of excitement. His other commitments would have to wait till after this date.

Tears hung in Peter's eyes today, his stomach had crawled its way up his throat. He looked at that same tree today, hands dug deep in his pockets. He had decided to take a small detour on his way to pick up his daughter from the English department. He approached the tree that still stood in the west courtyard; tall and barren from the cold season. It felt like a laugh in his face. An evil metaphor crawling out of the shadows at him, showing him what he had thrown away. He reached out letting his finger draw over the initials carved poorly into the tree. It was a silly thing he did for her on their two month anniversary, forever commemorating their meeting spot, thinking that one day he’d bring her back here and purpose. Coward.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzz..

Peter dug his hands around in his pockets grasping at his phone, finally getting it in his palm. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Alice, sorry I’m on my way now I just got stuck on the subway. Camilia  excited?” He asked as he cut through the west courtyard heading towards the Lee English Hall.

“Well she’d be a little bit more excited if her daddy were on time.”

“I know I just ran into a old friend, and then I got caught-”

“I do not care Pete,” Her brief scoff was heard on the other side. He knew it was not directed at him. She was really stressed with her first year teaching. “I just need you to get here so I can teach my one o’clock lecture baby, please.”  

“Gotcha, headin’ your way now.” Peter hummed slowly, pushing through students on the sidewalk mouthing apologies. “I love..” the dial tone rang loudly in his ear. “You.” He sighed, pocketing his phone and continuing his walk.

Had this been a couple years ago he would be skateboarding through these people not worried about what they thought of him, he missed being young and non caring. Peter looked at the couples eating outside on the benches and suddenly he remembers being that boyfriend bringing his girlfriend lunch between classes. Rushing kisses, and rushing through lunch, skipping out on the last bit of Otto’s lecture and lab work to get to the journalism building as fast as possible. He remembers her surprising him during lab hours with dinner, they would sit and enjoy one another's company till early morning hours. Then they’d pick whose place to go back to, then she’d fall asleep on her shoulder the subway ride back.

He has a beautiful life now, but now he can’t even begin to think about what his life with her could have been like. He could have had Camilia  with his girl, they could have gotten engaged that night had he just not gotten cold feet. Peter shook his head pulling himself out of his selfish and insane thoughts, and suddenly he was in front of Lee Hall where the English department was. He sighed walking around the back entrance where the offices were located, and muscle memory carried him the rest of the way down the hall.

“Daddy!”

The voice piped up as Peter pushed open the office door, Alice smiled at her daughter and it slowly disappeared off her face as she looked at Peter. He took his daughter into his arms as she climbed up his side.

“Got everything ready?” Peter asks, kissing his little girl's head. “We gotta go see grandma May. Then we are gonna go get ice cream, and then we are..off to the science museum” Peter spoke in a theatrical voice, making his daughter smile. He grabbed her, lifting her up, moving her around like a rocket shooting off. Alice stares at the two, a smile on her face directed only at their daughter.

“Peter, can you take that outside please. I’d like for my office to not be destroyed. You two get too rowdy, and it always ends up with something broken.” She sighed, blowing her daughter a kiss goodbye.

“Momma ‘s not our fault.” Camilia says, her annunciation falling short due to her missing teeth.

“No baby it’s not. It's daddy’s for passing on all those awesome spider powers to you.”

Though she says it like a compliment, Peter can hear the passive aggressiveness lacing his wife's voice. It would be a lie to say it isn’t pushing a knife deeper into his stomach, his sweet girl would never have referred to him this way. So dismissive, inciting that he was a problem to her life. He shook his head and put on a smile, kissing his daughter's head. “Bye Allie, say bye momma.”

“Bye momma.” Cami waved as Peter carried her out of the office, her spider-man backpack thrown over his left shoulder.

“Okay daddy?” Camilia asked, looking up at him, her big doe eyes reflecting himself in them. Peter smiled down at his daughter, the metaphorical knife leaving his gut.

“I am perfect, Cami. How about you, are you good- wanna walk?”

“No, wanna stay here.”

She says watching the people pass by them, Peter smiles as he approaches the subway station heading down the steps. He looks down at his daughter and back ahead of the hoards of people ahead of them. He thinks that he could do this on his own, he thinks about the life he and his daughter would have had he just held out for a bit longer, and he thinks about her again. Then the doors of the subway open, and he steps on bringing himself back down to reality as his daughter talks to him about all the animals she saw on her way to ESU this morning and for the next couple hours he’s content living in this bubble. Once his daughter dozes off on his shoulder he thinks about his sweet girl once more, wondering if her number is still the same. He contemplates calling her, begging her for one last touch. Begging to have her one more time, begging her to be the mother to his child. Promising to change, to not pull back at the last second this time. Then the cart jolts, and he catches his daughter in his arms remembering the man he is.

…

May’s house is just the same as it has been for decades, except now for the first time in about 20 years there are toys scattered on the floor once again and he walks into the house surrounded by the scent of cookies.

“Nana!” Camilia yells running to the kitchen as soon as Peter put her down. Peter heard May’s gasp followed by a groan as she reached down to pick the little girl up.

“Hi May!” Peter smiled walking to the kitchen putting his keys and Camilia’s bag down on the counter.

“Hi babies.” May says kissing Camilia’s head and reaching up to kiss Peter’s cheek. Peter smiled letting his hand rest on her back. “Oh Cami let those cool.” Peter says, reaching his hand out to catch his daughter before she could grab the hot cookies.

“Okay..” She sighs, wiggling out of May’s arms, landing on her feet as she hits the ground.

“Oh she stresses me out when she does that. She gets that from you.” May laughs, wagging a finger at Peter, watching Camilia grab her bag running to the living room.

“I know I apparently gave her all her negative traits.”

“Oh who says that?” May questions, pulling the cookies off the sheet and putting them on the plate.

“Alice.”

“Well..” May points the spatula at him like she’s about to say something profound. “Oh well, maybe I shouldn’t say that.”

“No, no, let's hear it.” Peter laughs his hand on his cheek.

“Alice has more negative traits coming out her tuchus than you have in your whole body. Which one of you started fighting crime at eighteen years old, and which one of you got your daddy to pay your way through college mhm?”

May was never a fan of Alice. May was a very big fan of his sweet girl, she adored her and he knows the two still frequently talk during holidays and other times just when they feel like it. May was more devastated about their break up than he was at the time. Which couldn’t prepare him for what her reaction was about to be.

“I saw her today.”

May’s jaw dropped, as did the spatula landing on the linoleum floor. “Oh my gosh how was it, how was she? How do you feel?”

“She looked..beautiful as ever, the same as the day I left her. Older now obviously but, it was like looking at a ghost.” Peter laughed. “I got so overwhelmed..now I can’t get her out of my head, May. I just, I’m so wrapped up in what could have been. I made a mistake. I think I made a big mistake.”

“I told you that five years ago..you’re just like your uncle. Goes in one ear and right out the other until you’re ready. I swear..” May shook her head laughing, putting a cookie in Peter’s hand and several on a plate for Camilia. Peter’s lips pushed into a bittersweet smile and he nodded, his aunt was right.

“Cami, come get your snack.” Peter says. Camilia runs in and leaves so fast it’s like she never even entered the room. Peter watched her sit on the couch TV blaring to where she couldn't hear.

“You calling that little girl a mistake?”

“No, just my marriage.” It was a loaded statement. Peter had asked Alice to marry him after only six months and impulsive night after attending a friend's wedding. There was no ring, just this intense pressure to settle down and do it soon. “Camilia made it better, for a while. We both love her, we just..haven’t loved each other in quite a while.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I know.” May says. “I tried to warn you several times leading up to the wedding. Even on your wedding day. This is not love Peter. This is infatuation, infatuation wears off.”

“I thought you were just saying that because you wanted me to marry your girl.”

“My girl” was what May used to call her. Peter thought it was cute, May always wanted a daughter and she became that by extension of Peter. But he always called her angel. He couldn’t place why or how that nickname came around. Maybe because she was, to him, some type of divine entity that came to him to pull him out of that dark place. Whenever speaking to her or about her it was always angel this, angel that.

“Well..it was partially that too but I never liked Alice. She never liked me. She wouldn’t let me give you a way at your wedding because I wasn’t your biological mother and that only women are given away. Oh that made me so mad I coulda hit her, but I reframed, I kept my mouth shut.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen t’ya May.”

Peter says, reaching his hand across, holding her hand. “You are my mother. Biological or not you raised me, you know this. I wish you had told me before today, I don’t think I would have gone through with the wedding.”

“Sweet to say but you would have.”

Peter tilted his head holding his aunt's hand reassuringly. “Are you gonna see her again?” May asks.

“I’m not sure. I’d like to. I dunno if she…would want to see me again.”

“Well you didn’t hear this from me, but I don’t think she’d be too disappointed in hearing from you again.”

“Thanks May. You always know what to say.”

Peter smiled hugging his aunt kissing her head. His heart settling into his chest again felt right, and knew what to do but his brain was still screaming at him. “Come on, living room. Let’s see what Paw Patrol is up to today.”

Peter grabbed their drinks and the plate following into the living room, both of them sitting on either side of Camilia. Angel still lingering in the back of his mind.

…

May almost kept them the whole day, if Peter hadn’t caught his watch when he did he would have missed general admissions to the museum. Peter practically had to drag Camilia away from May, her begging to stay the night. Peter promised that he would message Alice about it to make sure it was okay after they got out of the museum.

“Are we gonna see the big t-rex?”

“Of course we will Cami, I’d be a terrible daddy to not let you see the dino.”

“You really would be.”

Peter laughed and rubbed his daughter's head ruffling her brown curls as they walked the steps to the science museum. “Up!” She demands whispering a please at the end, Peter caved lifting her up carrying her on his shoulders.

Showing the woman at the door their tickets, Peter smiled gratefully at her. As they walked in Camilia’s gasp could be heard, Peter smiled his eye catching what she was looking at. In the center of the room stood a banner for the new dinosaur exhibit and a small skeleton of a velociraptor next to a statue of one.

“He was about as big as you are honey.” Peter laughs.

“Cool.” Camilia smiles, her hands drumming on top of her fathers head in excitement. Peter laughed, reaching a hand up to stop her patting her small hands reassuringly. A voice rang out behind him that made him stop in his tracks.

“Picture for the Bugle?” His angel's voice rang out behind him, Peter turned around hugging his daughter's leg.

“Peter.” She smiles, she was dressed differently than what she had been earlier at the restaurant. Her brown hair clipped back out of her face, eyes looking up at him like they never lost him.

“Angel.” He whispers.

Her head tilted to the side like a dog hearing its owner's voice. She laughed, dropping her shoulders. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. I was starting to think you forgot about that name.”

“Never.”

She looked at the little girl on his shoulders. “This must be the sweet Camilia you were telling me about earlier.”

“This is yes. Camilia this is-”

“Angel.” Camilia states.

“Sure yeah, we were old friends in college.”

She was almost your mother.

He refrains from speaking.

Angel smiles lifting her camera snapping a photo of the pair, Peter smiles looking past the camera and to her.

“Perfect, that's gonna go on the front page.” She hums, Peter looks confused. “Jameson put me in charge of the opening of the dinosaur exhibit and I’m writing a piece about it.”

“Since when did Jameson stop caring about hard hitting news?”

‘Since I begged him to let me make the dinosaur exhibit front page this week, and the museum is paying him to do it.”

“Now that sounds like him.”

It’s silent for a moment and Peter feels all his emotions building up like vomit in his throat, no way to stop it.

“Do you like dinos, Angel?”

Camilia asks looking down at the lady, Peter smiles, pulling his daughter off shoulders holding her to be eye level.

“I do.”

Before Peter could stop himself, the words fell out of his mouth. “You should walk it with us. Cami could easily be our tour guide.”

“You know what I’d love too.”

“Great.”

Peter nodded at her, as soon as the words left him Camilia’s feet hit the ground. her hand grabbing Peter and Angel’s, smiling up at them as she begins to drag them into the start.  Angel’s smile lit his insides on fire just like at the restaurant, just like all those years under the tree on the west courtyard at ESU.

This could only end in one big glass shattering way, as it did all those years ago.

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We'll Be Okay

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: A series of snapshots through your relationship with Peter.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (f!receiving), slight bondage, angst, andrew garfield's puppy dog eyes

Peter was watching you again. To his credit, he was being more discreet than usual, but you could always tell when his eyes were on you. Sneaking a glance down the hall, you hid your smile as you watched him try to 'act natural', which somehow always landed him in the same position: staring at the closed door of his locker.

You grabbed the textbook you needed for your next class and zipped your book bag, before walking down the hall towards him. You had been waiting for him to buck up the nerve to make a move on you, but sometimes you just had to take the initiative yourself.

He had gotten so into his cover that he almost didn't notice when you sashayed right up to him, your undone hair flipping over your shoulder.

"What are you doing Friday?" you asked abruptly, giving him a pointed look.

He didn't seem to hear you at first, but after realizing it was you, he snapped to alert, stammering, "Huh, what? Wait-"

"Friday," you repeated, enunciating a bit more as amusement started to seep into your expression.

His mouth fell open slightly, but then he nodded quickly, so entranced by you that he couldn't seem to remove his eyes from yours. "Friday? Oh, nothing, nothing at all." 

"Perfect. Pick me up at 7."

You spun on your heel and strutted past him, looking straight ahead as you left him to piece together what just happened. It took him a moment, but once he finally regained his sense of self, he cursed under his breath and called out, "I was gonna do that myself."

You turned back slightly, a smirk creeping onto your face. "Sure you were."

***

It was 7:30pm on Friday, and Peter was officially thirty minutes late. You had been waiting outside of your house for just as long, and after your Dad came outside to check on you for the second time, you had about had enough.

You stood up and stuffed your phone in your clutch, climbing back up your porch steps, when you heard the rustle of footsteps down the street.

"I'm here!" Peter's voice announced frantically from across the sidewalk as he appeared in a hoodie and jeans. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

Your brow furrowed with irritation, but his disheveled appearance transformed your annoyance to concern. "Peter, are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his breaths coming out in pants, like he'd been running. "I'm great. Well, not great, because I made you wait for so long. Which I'm so so sorry about, did I say that?"

"You did," you said slowly, still trying to decide if you were going to forgive him. He seemed pretty apologetic, but you didn't know him well enough to know if this was just an act.

"Okay, good," he said sincerely, his big puppy-dog eyes melting what was left of your will. "I really want to take you to dinner...if you'll still have me."

You let out a long breath, before rolling your eyes good-naturedly. Without a word, you held your hand out and he took it with a wide smile that made you laugh.

Peter was thanking every greater being he could think of as he led you down the street and into the city. He had no idea how you decided to forgive him, especially considering the fact that you still had no idea why he was late tonight.

He suspected you thought he simply lost track of time, or maybe even forgot about the date, but those scenarios were almost less fathomable to him than what actually happened. 

He had been on his way to pick you up when he heard a woman scream in an alleyway, so he had (albeit begrudgingly) pulled on the Spiderman suit and saved her from being mugged. He would've only been a few minutes late if the woman hadn't suddenly passed out in his arms, forcing him to swing her to the nearest hospital on 7th and 48th. 

But now he was here with you, and you looked so beautiful he could cry, and your hand was so warm in his, he never wanted to let it go.

"I'm assuming we lost our reservation," you said jokingly, but he could hear the note of sadness in your voice that cut him to the core.

"I have something better," he told you, his eyes searching yours as you nodded back at him. "Let's turn here."

He led you into the city and to a tall building that he assumed was owned by some New York corporation. All he knew was that its rooftop housed a manmade garden that felt like the perfect viewpoint for a starry evening like tonight.

He was about to point out the building when you glanced around, your stomach rumbling quietly. "Do you wanna get some food first?"

Shit, all the stupid plans for the garden and I forgot food.

Peter rubbed a hand over his face, groaning. "I'm such an idiot, I forgo-"

You cut him off with a bright smile. "Let's get hotdogs! There's a place I've always wanted to try, but never got around to."

"Are you sure?" he asked, feeling shame wash over him again as he took in your pretty sundress. "We can go somewhere nicer. I'm sure something's open."

"No, it's okay," you smiled genuinely, grabbing his hand and leading him to a hotdog stand around the corner. "My dad says their relish tastes like how it felt when the Yankees won the World Series."

He laughed, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and pulled out his wallet. "Wow, must be some hotdog."

He bought one for you and one for himself, covering both in every topping on the menu. When you finally followed him into the office building and up the elevator, you were floored by the view that greeted you.

"Peter, this is incredible!" you gasped, your words garbled as you chewed the huge bite you just took.

He laughed, his eyes drifting over to land on you as always. 

The stars reflected in your eyes as you took in the skyline before you, delighting in how the lights were always on somewhere. The city really never slept. 

"Thank you for bringing me here," you whispered, your voice coming out like a contented sigh. "I've lived here my whole life, and I've never seen the city from this high up before."

"New York is always better from above," he said wistfully, as if he was thinking about something far away. "The city can't hide in plain sight. You can see the good and the bad, but at least it's real."

You turned to look at him, surprised by his vulnerability, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his eyes. His big, brown eyes.

His body started to lean in closer, and it almost felt like he wasn't doing it consciously. Like he was just drawn to you, two magnets with opposing polarity. 

His skin was so warm, and you could feel the heat permeating off him before he was even touching you, but once his hand lifted up to touch your cheek, you knew you were done for.

His lips met yours in a soft embrace, and you leaned into the kiss, your heart doing a flip as he laced his fingers through your silky hair.

Peter's pulse was going haywire as your lips softened against his, a gentle sigh leaving your mouth as he ran his thumb along your jaw. He wanted to keep kissing you forever, but he knew it was too soon for that, so he used every fiber of strength in his body to pull himself back.

Your eyes blinked open when his lips left yours, and you couldn't help the smile that etched its way across your face. He looked back at you with the purest expression of joy and contentment you'd ever seen, before flashing you an awkward smile that had you holding back a laugh.

Turning your attention back to the view, you smoothed down your dress before sitting on the grassy platform, taking in the faded stars as Peter sat down next to you.

"How on Earth did you find this place?" you asked, your mouth parted with awe.

"Oh," he muttered, stumbling over his words, "uh, I just swung by it one day."

***

It was your one month anniversary when you found out Peter was Spiderman. It was quite possibly the most inexplicable reveal you could have imagined, especially since you had been starting to suspect something was off with him for a while. 

You were walking to school one morning, following your usual route, when you came across a particularly busy crosswalk. You were running late, so, going against every advisement your father had ever given you, you rushed into the street, not bothering to look both ways. 

This was your unlucky (or was it lucky) day, and you didn't notice the car speeding towards you, the driver's attention occupied by their phone. By the time you realized what was about to happen, it was too late, and you squeezed your eyes shut in some effort to shield yourself from the impact...which never arrived.

Instead, you were suddenly lifted into the air, a strong arm wrapped around your waist as you swung across the street, air whooshing past your ears.

You could barely hear the scream that ripped out of you as you flew past the office buildings on either side, and you didn't open your eyes until your feet were carefully dropped to the ground.

The first thing you saw was a flash of red and blue as the lean form of Spiderman shot a web into the air, preparing to swing away again.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping him in his tracks. "I need to thank you!"

He leaped down from the building wall, his feet landing much more gracefully than yours did. You waited for him to say something, but when you were met with silence, you spoke up again.

"Well, thank you," you said awkwardly, unsure of how to properly convey your gratitude. "You saved my life."

He nodded, clearly antsy to continue on his way. You didn't want to keep him longer than he wanted, so you just dipped your head and said, "I should go. But thanks again."

You turned away, smoothing down your clothes and hair, and were about to walk off to school when his low voice sounded from behind you. "Be careful around here. I can see everything from up above, but it can be harder to see the bad guys on the ground."

His voice was gruff, as if he was trying to make it deeper, but what struck you the most were his words. They sounded almost familiar, but you couldn't place them.

Glancing back at him, you nodded once more and headed down the street, his statement pinballing around your brain. You were almost on the school grounds when most of the adrenaline had left your body and the significance of his words finally clicked into place.

***

Peter was late. He would take saving your life over no detention any day of the week, but he couldn't afford to be too late to your shared first period, lest you notice something awry.

But for once he had underestimated you. All through class, you didn't meet his eye, and once the bell rang, he raced into the hall after you, but you were no where to be found. Dejected, he stuffed his things into his bag and headed down to his locker, but before he could make it, he felt a hand grab his and yank him into the janitor's closet.

"What the-"

He cut off when he saw your face in front of his, your expression sharp.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a smirk, trying to lighten whatever trouble he was surely in.

"Don't joke," you said sternly, making him close his mouth. "Tell me the truth, Peter."

He faltered. "About what?"

"Don't," you shot him a look, "make me smack you, Parker."

You looked so certain that he knew nothing he said would make you change your mind. "How did you know?"

You shot him another look, this one less angry and more disbelieving. 

"Okay, so I wasn't exactly subtle about it."

"Why didn't you tell me you're Spiderman?" you asked, your voice smaller than before. "I mean, you have a double life, and you literally made a suit, and I've just been in the dark."

He pressed his lips together, reaching across the small space that separated you. "I didn't want you to get hurt. Trust me, I've been on the verge of telling you for weeks."

"You better not lie to me ever again, Parker," you said sternly, your lips forming a small pout.

Peter pulled you into a tight hug. "I won't. Believe me, I won't."

"Even if you did," you mumbled, your face pressing into his collarbone, "I'd just figure it out again."

He laughed, giving you a quick squeeze, before letting go to open the door. "I have no doubt you would."

He let you out before him, pulling the door closed, but then you turned back, your brows furrowed quizzically. 

"Does this mean you know how to sew?"

***

Three months into your relationship, your only fights had been related to Spiderman. More specifically, whenever Spiderman invaded Peter Parker's life. 

It was a chilly evening when you heard a tap on your bedroom window. Your room was on the second floor, and there was only one person who it could be, so you shook your head with a laugh and called out, "You know you can use the door, right?"

You didn't get a response, so you turned around to see Peter, battered and bruised, as he struggled to hold himself up against your stoop. 

You gasped, rushing to the window and wrenching it open, before helping him into your room.

"What happened?" you asked, your throat tightening with tears as you catalogued every bruise mottling his skin. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," he breathed as he lowered himself to the ground, his voice gruff. "I just really wanted to see you."

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back the pain and frustration that was brewing. "I'll grab the first aid kit."

You returned with bandages and an ice pack to find him flopped onto your bed, his head swallowed by your massive pillows. He helped you peel off his suit and then held the ice pack to his cheekbone, which was slowly turning a deep shade of mauve.

You were biting the inside of your lip as you surveyed the damage, and you were so focused that you barely felt it when Peter's hand came up to cup your cheek.

"Baby, I'm fine," he said, his voice trying to be reassuring.

"I know!" you burst out, before taking a deep breath and controlling your tone. "But there will come one day when you won't be."

Your voice broke slightly at the end and Peter felt like his heart was breaking with it. He didn't know what to say, but then he saw the wetness in your eyes overflow, and he reached forward by pure instinct.

The bruises along his ribs screamed out in pain, but he pushed it down, gathering you in his arms and pressing his face into your neck.

"You keep putting yourself in danger," you continued, your voice slightly muffled through your hair. "I'm terrified all the time."

Pulling back just enough to see your face, he swiped his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry. I know it's dangerous, but I've helped so many people. I can't just stop when people here need me."

"I know, Peter!" you said frantically, your eyes widening slightly. "But I fucking love you and I can't bear to see you hurt!"

Wait, did you just-

Despite the situation absolutely not calling for it, he cracked a smile, unable to stop the grin eating at his face. "I wanted to say it first."

You snorted, the wetness in your voice still audible. "Well, I always did have more game than you."

You let out a small shriek as Peter grabbed you around the waist, pulling you against his body as he fell back on the bed. His rumbling laughter vibrated against your chest and you extricated your arms from his to gain some leverage. Pressing against your covers, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position until you were straddling his waist, his hands resting lightly on your hips. 

The laughter slowly faded from his eyes as he caught sight of your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your eyes never leaving his.

"I love you too," he said suddenly, realizing he hadn't said it back yet. "It was never a question."

Being careful not to push against his bruises too much, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, a soft sound sighing out of your mouth as he brought your bodies closer together. You didn't want to hurt him, but he didn't seem to care, and instead flipped you over, his long form arching over yours as he peppered your jaw with kisses that left you breathless.

Peter couldn't believe this was all real. He couldn't believe you felt for him even a semblance of what he felt for you, but now that he knew you did, he never wanted to let go of you. 

Sliding his hands down your body, he splayed his fingers across your lower back and lifted you up slightly, trying to get you as close as humanly possible. With his suit half-off, you were much more clothed than he was. He fidgeted with the hem of your top until you nodded, gasping against his mouth.

Yanking the top off a bit harder than he meant to, he heard the distinct sound of tearing fabric as it landed in a heap on the ground.

You pulled back slightly, mouth agape, as he shot you an apologetic look. "Peter Parker, you better buy me a new shirt."

"I'll buy you anything you want," he whispered, pressing wet kisses to your pulse and the sensitive spot under your ear.

The heat from his mouth had you practically vibrating, and you completely forgot about your torn clothes as you pulled down his suit the rest of the way, revealing his sizable bulge.

Your mouth watered with anticipation and you got a little too excited, pressing your palm against him as he ran his tongue down the valley of your breasts. He was unhooking your bra when he suddenly pulled back, a pained expression on his face.

"Y/n, baby, please," he gasped, leaning his forehead against yours. "You gotta stop that if you want to do anything else tonight."

You felt the corner of your mouth quirk up and you pulled him down for a hard kiss. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

He seemed to take this as a challenge and you let out a squeal as he pushed you to the top of your bed and tugged your pants down, your panties going along with them. 

He took his time, working his way down your body, but you were getting impatient, and you tugged his hair, trying to get him to hurry up. 

"Someone's antsy," he smirked up at you, a glint in his eye. "Don't make me use my webs."

He probably expected you to laugh or smack him, but your arousal must have shown on your face, because his demeanor suddenly changed and a hunger replaced the amusement in his eyes. "You like the sound of that, don't you?"

You nodded slightly, embarrassment creeping into the flush of your cheeks.

That was all he needed. Before you could blink, he lifted his wrist and your hands were bound to the bed frame behind you. Your back arched as you got acclimated to the new position, and Peter dipped his head between your thighs while you weren't paying attention.

You cried out, the feeling of his mouth on you almost too much to bear. His movements were precise and confident, and you found yourself wondering whether this skill had come from experience or just a natural ability.

But every thought flew from your mind when his lips closed around your clit, sucking and licking as your body writhed against him, your hands straining against the webs. 

"Peter, I want you inside me," you gasped, surprising yourself with your unabashed honesty. 

He looked up at you, arousal dripping down his chin, and his pupils blown out so his eyes looked almost black. You could have come from just the image of him staring back at you, but then his mouth met yours and you felt a renewed desire to finish around him.

"You're perfect," he whispered into your mouth as he unsheathed himself and pushed into you, his motions slow and measured.

Your hands were still bound, but his were moving across your body, his fingers dancing across your breasts and torso as he kept you writhing underneath him. His movements picked up as you contracted around him, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

"Just like that," he grunted, hitting the same spot deep inside you, as his fingers slid down to play with your clit.

The combination of his fingers and cock turned your vision black, and you flew over the edge, his name on your lips. The feeling of you squeezing him sent Peter to his release, and he gasped into your mouth, his movements unrelenting until you had fully come down.

When you finally returned to reality, the webs were gone, and you pulled him down to lay next to you, his arms holding you to him.

"I really fucking love you," he muttered into your hair, nestling against you.

He really did have a way with words.

***

It was late into your senior year when it seemed like it would be the end. You had narrowed down your options for college, and with every pro-con list you made, it looked more and more like you would be attending a university in California.

For Peter, it had never even been a question. He had always been set on going to college in New York so that he could be close to his Aunt May, and that intention had only gotten stronger after the death of his Uncle Ben.

You had been feeling the strain on your relationship for weeks now, and every time one of you brought up college, both of your faces dropped and the conversation suddenly ran dry. 

Peter came over most nights, after he had finished patrolling the streets, and one evening, on his usual stop at your window, you pulled him inside for a much-needed reality check.

"What's going on?" he asked as he pulled off his mask and settled into one of the armchairs by your desk.

You pursed your lips, unable to look at him. "We need to talk...about us."

"Y/n," he started, rising out of the chair, "don't say what I think you're going to say."

"We're going to be thousands of miles apart, Peter!" you cried out, your voice turning into a sob. "I don't want to do this anymore than you do, but we've known it was coming for a while now."

He shook his head and you felt your heart break apart. "No, I don't accept that. I love you and I know we can do this. But if you don't want to fight for us, then I'll know where you stand."

You blanched. "Peter, how could you think tha-"

He didn't wait for you to finish before he pulled his mask back on and stepped out of your window, swinging away in the blink of an eye.

***

You were heading home from your volunteer post at the local library when a streak of red swung past you, so fast you almost believed you had imagined it. 

That disbelief didn't last long, because next thing you knew, you were being scooped up and swung across the city.

A minute later, Peter gently dropped you on the roof of the building where you had your first date. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, frowning as you turned away from the chill of the wind. "What do you want, Peter?"

He ripped his mask off, his eyes desperate. "I'm so sorry. I was...I was horrible, and I didn't mean any of it."

"But you still said it," you gritted out, your anger overruling the pain you felt at losing him so quickly. 

"I know," he admitted, his eyes swimming with remorse, "but I need to talk to you. Please let me say something."

You didn't respond and he took that as an invitation, taking your hands in his as he stepped down in front of you. "I love you, y/n. I always have. I always want what's best for you, but I also want you."

You met his eye then, seeing the sincerity that was so Peter. He was nothing if not truthful in his love for you.

"I want you too," you whispered, squeezing his hands. "Of course I do. But I also have goals and dreams and plans that I can't accomplish here."

His eyes turned down, and for a moment you were worried he was going to be mad, but then he jerked you forward and pulled you into his arms. 

This is the boy you fell in love with.

Peter ran a hand through your hair, his lips meeting your temple. "We'll be okay."

You tilted your head back to say something, anything, but he just held you tighter, pushing down the wetness in his voice. "Wherever we go, wherever we end up...we'll always be us. We'll be okay."