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moonpascaltoo · 8 months ago

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PETER PARKER / SPIDERMAN

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all peter parker stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • MARVEL MASTERLIST • 05/26/24

@waitimcomingtoo 🕷️ you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress you and Peter are just friends but he accidentally kisses you goodbye. 🕷️ stolen moments your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone 🕷️ the great war Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship. 🕷️ burnt face and second base peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush.

🕷️ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand when peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt. 🕷️ bringing sexy back peter tries and fails to seduce you 🕷️ dos oruguitas after the events of NWH, Peter becomes a regular at your coffee shop and convinces himself that you’re starting to remember him. 🕷️ just to learn that you never cared always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret

🕷️ smell ya later you get a new body cream that allegedly attracts spiders, and someone else 🕷️ the script you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart 🕷️meet me behind the mall after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, who’s secret you recently figured out 🕷️ this means war Peter and his crush on you feel threatened when your childhood best friend Harley Keener comes to visit and clearly harbors feelings for you 🕷️ one more to see you in an effort to see Peter again, you Dream Walk and learn it’s consequences

@webslingingslasher 🕷️ U.N.I pt2 frat!peter 🕷️ frat!peter blurbs 🕷️ frat!peter 🕷️ unknown sender

🕷️ campus Peter has never had a one night stand, but when he meets you at a party that changes, until he has to pretend he never wants to see you again. 🕷️ cherry lube 🕷️ begin again You've lived next door to Peter your whole life and the last nine years you've detested him. Now you're going through a breakup and it's nice to know someone's awake with you. Even if it is Peter Parker. 🕷️ frat!peter

@shawnxstyles 🕷️ please call me peter you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.

@delicate-dorothea 🕷️ the last time Peter's on the verge of losing you after disappointing you yet again.

@madlittlecriminal 🕷️ medic in lace peters hurt but doesn’t care once he see what you’re wearing.

@parkerpeter24 🕷️ fangirling over spiderman reader fangirls over spiderman to peter not knowing it’s him.

@silkscream 🕷️ possession peter parker is not himself when he falls into your universe. it must be a curse that he finds himself tethered to you. the darkness inside him has never wanted anything more. 🕷️ swallow me it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?

@motherofdogs1010 🕷️ need to know When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

@reese-tasteslikepepsicola 🕷️ naked In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible.

@sunshinesteviee 🕷️ swing by peter is a fellow teacher, and is also your best friend at work. he helps you bring spider-man in to meet your class, but something about it seems a bit suspicious.

@mattymattymerduck 🕷️ picture perfect You’re hired to kiss Spider-man for the Daily Bugle’s next Spidey-centric article.

@int-writersmind 🕷️ potential customer pt2 you work at a record store, bored out of your mind, until peter parker walks in and catches you eye.

@nexusnyx 🕷️ lost the game pt2 pt3 The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man's after battle consequences. The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is. The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.

@certifiedlovergirlsstuff 🕷️ physics and english teacher love affair those two teachers that students are always interested in their relationship status.

@cantstoptheimagines 🕷️ celebrity crush You have a crush on Spider-Man, unaware that he’s the one you spend all your time with.

@spider-stark 🕷️ indefinitely you In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

@duskholland 🕷️ sunset lovers you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.

@msgorillagripcoochie 🕷️like the stars we're destined to die out and i'm destined to lose you you had finally gotten the happy ending you so desperately wanted but when gwen is gonna die, you know you have to save her even if you die

@foreverrogers 🕷️lead the way you find out your best friend has never had sex. who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?

@selfcarecap 🕷️ if i could die in your arms When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

@spidey-webz 🕷️ masterlist

@luveline 🕷️ request

@lovelettersforthedamned 🕷️ pretty girl a soft morning with peter

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

@forever-rogue 🕷️ request

@mgparker 🕷️ scared to breathe seeing you again was too much for peter, so much so that shutting you out seemed like the only thing he could do.

@im-sleepdeprived 🕷️ no location found

@biblio-smia 🕷️ shy shy shy

@moonpascal 🕷️ not again spiderman ends up on your fire escape…again

harry osborn

@arkhamsrevenge 🕷️ request cuddling harry

@stickymolasses 🕷️ make you better You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist.

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int-writersmind · 1 year ago

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Fragile

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The first night you and Peter are intimate together...

Part 3 of Potential Customer (could be read as a standalone)

Warnings: Smut, smut, (semi-dirty) Smut, unprotected sex (whoops), little Fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors Note: This series started off pretty gn w/ the Reader so I tried my best to carry that on w/ this part. Forgive me if isn't that great, I'm a cis woman trying her best, Enjoy!

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“Is this ok?” Peter asks.

“Yes. It. Is. You flop against your bed, elbows holding yourself up, slowly opening your legs, giving Peter space to situate himself in between. He stands there for a moment looking you up and down before leaning over you. “Are you down?”

“Hell yes.”

He quickly kisses you on your lips before going to your neck, peppering more down your throat. Your fingers go to the front of his shirt, pushing the buttons through the loops. His hands go to your pants, slowly unbuttoning, then pushing them down. You peel off his shirt as you reach the last of the buttons, his hands trailing up your body, bringing your shirt upwards and over your head. He brings his hands down your body, down your chest, fingers gliding over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their absence. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your pants, pulling them off in one easy swoop.

As your hands go towards Peter’s pants you catch him looking you up and down, his eyes practically memorizing your skin. “Gosh, you’re making me nervous…” You say.

Peter’s eyes immediately go to yours, “I don’t mean to, just…taking everything in” He goes towards your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I’m making sure I don’t forget a single thing.” You chuckle as you push his pants down, Peter helping, making sure it comes off. Your fingers creeping towards Peter’s waistband are going to pull them down— ”You sure? Last chance to change your mind.”

“Whatever you’re hiding, Peter Parker, I wanna see.” You push his underwear down all the way, fighting the urge to look down. You fail, of course, face turning red, you bring your eyes back up to meet Peter’s. He kisses your smirk away, bringing a hand in between your legs, touching you in ways that make your eyes shut, his hand movements making you gasp and struggle under his touch. “Oh..my…”

Peter’s hands pick up the pace, causing that heat in the low of your stomach to grow. You feel yourself reaching your peak before Peter takes his hand away, causing you to groan in response. “...Not yet” Peter whispers, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking away your excess from his fingers.

His hands take your hips and pull them closer to him, one hand gripping onto your hip, the other guiding himself inside of you. You wince the deeper he goes, and you gasp, going to clutch his shoulder.

“Am I hurting you?” Peter whispers.

“Oh god no,” You bring one hand to his face and using the back of your hand softly graze his face. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me.”

Peter bends down, placing a kiss on your lips as he starts to move, slowly at first, gentle, perhaps a little too gentle for you.

“I’m not fragile, you know?” Your voice is low and soft.

“I know.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“I know.”

“Then Peter,” You grip his chin, keeping his face straight on yours. “Pick up the fucking pace.” You both laugh as Peter does in fact take your suggestion into consideration, snapping his hips into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

As Peter keeps up the pace, he grips your headboard, leaving a slight dent in the metal that you don’t notice until the next day. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping at the sweaty skin.

Your hands graze his back, feeling the curves of his moving muscles, fingers falling into the dip of his shoulder blades. One hand going to the low of his back, slowly pushing downward, giving him permission to go deeper, opening more of yourself to him.

Peter looks down, his hair damp causing it to curl and stick to his forehead, his sweat making him almost glow. Your eyes catch one another, neither one of you daring to break contact. The arm resting on the headboard falls to rest next to your head, the other caressing the side of your leg. Peter slows the pace, but not the pressure. “Oh god, I-” Peter struggles to get out. “I-”

One of your hands snakes their way from nape to scalp, gently massaging his roots. “Tell me what you want.” You respond.

“I-uh-” His head dips forward to kiss you, on the chin first, then the side of your face, to behind your ear. “God-I-”

You gently tug his head backward so that your eyes are finally meeting together once again, his movement stills for a moment. “I want you to use your words, sweetheart.”

Peter laughs at this, “I think I’m the one that is supposed to say that.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You move up and gently bite him on the ear, “Plus I can’t imagine you saying that.”

Peter growls just slightly, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me” His mouth moves to your ear, “Like all the naughty things I want to say to you, want to do to you.”

The two of you look at one another again, holding intense eye contact before breaking out into laughter. “Well, so? Do I get the part?” Peter asks.

“Shut the fuck up…”

The two of you embrace in a hot, messy, kiss, your arm hooking him closer, tongues entering each other's mouth.

“I want you,” Peter says between gaps of kissing, breathless, “Not just now, but every night, just like this.”

The two of you break away from one another, Peter looking down smiling such a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but blush from this intimacy, from his vulnerability. Thank god you didn’t call out of work that day.

“Ditto.” Was all you managed to say, you smiled back, causing him to chuckle and grin in response.

You turn on your stomach, Peter placing kisses down from the nape of your neck down to your tailbone. He gently lifts your hips, before guiding himself into you once again.

A sigh falls from your lips at the familiar feeling inside of you, Peter’s hips crashing into you, pressing you into the bed farther and farther, one hand going between your legs, pleasuring yourself.

Peter’s head leans down, resting on your shoulder, his moans and groans turning you on more than anything he was doing physically. One of your hands, resting on the bed, is soon covered by Peter’s, his hand interlocking with yours, squeezing, and squeezing and squeezing–

“Ow, Peter-”

Peter quickly stops everything, lifting his head from your shoulder. “Oh God, I, I-”

“Hey,” You turn your head, craning to see his worried face. “Accidents happen, and remember I’m not fragile.” You turn on your back once more, careful to not let him slip out of you. “Just keep your eyes on me, babe, keep your eyes on me.

You hold his face in both your hands, pulling him for another kiss on the lips, then another on one side of his face “Darling,” Than another on the other side, “Honey,”

“God, we gotta talk about this obsession with pet names,” Peter responds, the panic finally leaving his face.

You giggle back, “Only after you fuck me like you did earlier.”

You hold each other's attention as Peter does just that, eyes never leaving each other, noses so close that with every thrust his nose brushes against yours. You bring one hand in between your legs, making quick work to bring yourself back to the edge, so close you could trip into pleasure. “Ah, ah- oh god, Peter…”

Waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, the heat that built in the lower part of your stomach spreading to every inch. You throb against Peter inside you, with him continuing his pace, until he’s burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning as he releases inside of you, pressing your bodies against one another.

Letting some of his body weight on you, Peter lifts his head so he can look at you, glancing back, spent, but happy.

Seemingly untired from the whole ordeal, Peter climbs up your body kissing you again, deeply, passionately, as if he didn’t know you would escape and never come back.

Tired, you kiss back, running your hands through his hair as you do so. As Peter finally looks into your eyes. “God we are so sweaty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re so fucking…I don’t even…I don’t even know.”

Peter takes himself out of you, shifting so he lays next to you, leaning over to look at you. “You know what? I’m gonna have to wash that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Oh please,” You go to thwack Peter on the forehead with your pointer finger flicking from your thumb. “Weren’t you the one that had naughty things to say to me?”

He catches your wrist effortlessly, placing a kiss on the inside, “Doesn’t count, I was under a lustful haze.”

“Fuck you!” You say, laughing as his head turns to face you.

“You already did.”

You roll your eyes before sitting up and placing a kiss on Peter’s lips. “Don’t go anywhere I gotta pee.”

And you do so, as Peter remains on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, an image that makes you chuckle as you come back. “God, you-you look even better now.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m literally naked.” You climb back in bed, turning to lay on your side to face him.

“Maybe,” He turns to his side as well, “But I would say that to you even if you wore twenty layers of the heaviest of snow clothes.”

“Yeah maybe to yourself”

“Ugh, just get over here!”

The two of you just laugh as Peter pulls you into his chest, turning you around so that your back is now flush against his chest.

“Ugh, Pete, I’m sticky and hot.”

“I really don’t care.”

You reach back to play once again with his hair, “But I’m sweaty, so, so sweaty.”

“God, you could say a million other things and it wouldn’t matter,” He lifts his head so his lips are close to your ear, “I want you.”

“And I want you.” You strain your neck to see him, “Only for your body, of course.”

“Of course”

The two of you laugh as the moonlight shines through the window, illuminating a conversion that no one else will hear, but would be the start of something amazing to the both of you.

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Hey thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, Part 4 (the final part) will be out Sunday. Hope to see you there 😜

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soraphic · 11 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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meiluu · 11 months ago

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Tis' The Season

Peter Parker one-shot

Peter Parker/ Female Reader can be any peter :) cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, this is basically pure filth that came to me in a dream and i had to write it, mating season *wink*, breeding kink, creampie, feral and protective peter.

*not edited*

peter pov.

When Peter got bit by that radioactive spider, then waking up in a new body, being able to do what he thought was impossible. He thought that he would be the only one in the world who was like him. But as the universe would have it, there was another.

It had been a rather uneventful day of swinging around New York, catching would-be robbers or the occasional purse snatcher, when he had decided to take a different route back to his apartment. He didn't know why his body acted on its own accord- almost like it was possessed and on a mission. Slowing down his pace, quietly landing on the roof of a building his eyes locked onto a girl. She was carrying a couple of boxes into what Peter assumes is her new apartment. But the moment he's able to get a full look at her his spider senses are buzzing, electricity shooting down his back.

This was a wholly new sensation, whenever his senses went off it usually indicated danger and sent his blood rushing as his body pumped adrenaline into his veins. but this- it was like a melody, a soft tune that lulled his body into a state of comfort and familiarity. It was like his body was telling him to go to her. Though embarrassingly enough Peter had been gawking at her and with his senses singing around him it was almost like they sent a message to her because in a quick motion she was looking out the window and towards peter. Thankfully enough Peter was quick enough to duck down, getting cover from the edge of the roof, shielding himself from her view. A huff left his lips, god what is wrong with me?, a multitude of thoughts ran through his head a majority of them shaming Peter for being a creep. Although a small portion of those thoughts were relishing in what they had just witnessed, She was so beautiful...

With that little encounter Peter was quick to head home, hoping to forget the weird experience.

It was a few months later that Peter would eventually meet her again. Throughout those months Peter would always feel that same soft and comfortable feeling in the back of his mind, like she was always near him. Come to find out she had actually been following Spider-Man, but it proved more than difficult to follow the superhero. She had been essentially guessing on where he would possibly show up, hoping to get lucky and catch a chance to talk to him. Whenever y/n moved into her new apartment she had mainly locked herself up, given the drastic and terrifying changes her body was undergoing, she never got the chance to turn on her t.v. But when she did, a surge of hope blossomed within her chest. Spider-Man was the source of that hope. After doing a bit of investigating she was able to uncover that he was someone like her, maybe not bitten like her but he showcased all the things that were happening to her. And so she made it her mission to talk to him- and to hopefully find out more about herself, and to maybe make a friend along the way.

And that day finally came, after spending a couple of hours on the roof of a building where Spider-Man frequented- there he was, standing right before her. Her senses buzzed in pure happiness, and his senses were singing to him. "Hey." Peter was breathless, lost in the feeling that was coursing through him and it didn't help that she was absolutely angelic looking as the sun casted a golden glow upon her skin. "Hi." a timid voice was all she could muster, all her words becoming stuck within her throat.

And from that day onwards they become each other's salvation. Finally after coming to the conclusion that Peter would be the only one that was like him, it was a very welcomed surprise to find someone who was just like him. Your relationship started off slowly, as you both got to understand how you both were changed- answering one another questions. you both moved onto asking questions like, "Which star wars movie is your favorite?", "what’s your favorite place to get pizza?". Then one day it was, "Can I show you who I am?".

The day that Peter took off his mask was a day neither of you would forget. That day Peter felt a weight be lifted from his shoulders, no longer held back by the barrier that the mask created he could finally be with you as Peter parker.

Slowly lifting the mask from his face, his eyes locking onto yours. Your face split into a smile so big your cheeks had started to hurt. His brown locks were messy from being underneath the mask- and he was so handsome, you were utterly lost in his visage. Peter had been slowly inching his way towards you, getting close enough to catch onto your familiar scent and warmth. Looking down at you Peter raised his free hand, gently cupping your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" his voice was nothing but whisper meant only for you. "Yes, please." your cheeks where dusted in a rosy blush, and with such care Peter leaned down enveloping your lips with his. Dropping his mask, he now has both hands cupping your face like you were made of porcelain glass. Sweet and soft lips, dance together- you lips tasting like your favorite lip-gloss. Gathering up the courage Peter tentatively bites your bottom lip, asking so sweetly for entrance. Opening your mouth your flooded by the undeniable taste of him. Unashamedly you'll admit that you and Peter spent the better part of that day making out, until the sun set behind the horizon, and only then did you both finally separate from each others embrace. And from that your relationship reached a whole new level, trust within each other bloomed and with that came love, an unfathomable amount of love for one another.

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You and Peter had been together for a little over a year now, your bond with one another growing with each passing day- and with that growth came a new discovery. After being together for an extended amount of time your senses along with Peter's had become attuned with one another's. You could feel Peter's presence from halfway across the city, and that went for Peter as well. He would catch himself periodically checking up on you while he was swinging throughout the city. And no matter where he was he would always find his way to you, with your senses always calling out to him.

Peter had woken up this morning, turning on his side and seeing you buried within the sheets of his bed, heart swelling at the sweet sight. And like any morning he had, he got up to start his routine but something was off. His senses felt like they were in hypervigilance, with this looming feeling that he needed to secure his apartment, hairs raising and goosebumps erupting across his skin. Peter had quickly thrown on his suit and started patrolling the area around his apartment. Although Peter didn't understand why he had this need, seeing as his apartment was well protected by the many gadgets he had implemented, as well as it being high above the city in a nice area. But he followed his instincts, seeing as they have never proved him wrong before… and it wasn’t like he could ignore them. So he spent the next few hours making sure that there were no threats around his home. And like a timer going off his body completely switched its motion, senses now wholly focused on you. He needed to get home now. Quickly maneuvering through an open window, landing softly on his feet, his mind and body on a one track mission on finding you. Giving into his senses he allows his body to guide him to you.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he is immediately hit with your mouth watering scent permeating throughout the room. And with his eyes zeroing in on you he sees you webbing- his mind pauses at what he is seeing, how can you be webbing anything without his web cartridges'? Then he’s whipping his head down to his own wrists seeing how he never reloaded his web-shooters before he left this morning. How did he not notice that he was producing organic webs? But before he was able to begin his theories his mind had begun to solely focus on you, your scent and watching as you made some sort of nest. The nest so far consisted of your duvet cover, pillows, and was all being held up by your webs. A part of him wants to go up to you but the more instinctual part of him tells him to wait, telling him that what you are doing is very important and you needed all your focus upon what you were doing.

With one last pillow, Peter's senses buzz with your call- you were using your senses to communicate with him. Your hair was still untamed from sleeping all night, but you looked so beautiful right at this moment. Sitting perched in your nest eyes full of love as your senses begged Peter to come to you. And in a swift movement Peter is jumping and latching onto the ceiling crawling his way towards you. Reaching you, Peter envelopes you within his strong embrace, burying his head within the crook of your neck. mumbles of 'I love you.', 'So pretty.' , 'Smell so good.' tumble from Peters lips. You sigh at the praise, reciprocating his love tenfold.

Through the soft kisses that Peter litters across your face, reaching your mouth his tongue dives in dancing with yours. The heat within him grows. A need so strong it has him whimpering into your mouth- and it seems you are on the same page. Hurriedly discarding each other's clothes, a wave of relief floods through him, finally feeling your bare skin. "Baby-Fuck." Peter groans as his fingers get a feel of how wet you are. A needy whimper leaves your slightly swollen lips, "Peter...please, I need you so bad." Peter's entire body tenses up at your words, a near-growl rumbling from within his chest echoes around you two. Spreading your legs, giving Peter an open invitation to fuck you, and he accepts it without hesitation. Lining his aching cock that's dripping pre-cum at your cunt, only a moment later is Peter sinking into you. Satisfied noises of pleasure leave the both of you, pushing to the hilt- hips flushed with one another. Peter is leaning over, his face over yours, and his arms are snugly wrapped around your body.

Grinding his cock further into you, eyes rolling back at the feel of your walls trying to suck him in further. Another whimper of Peter's name has him losing all semblance of care as he starts at a rough and fast pace. Your cunt is warm and dripping, and with every harsh thrust of Peter's hips it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head- moans of pleasure being punched out of you with every harsh plunge of his cock. Latching onto his muscular back, trying to keep yourself grounded to him- seeing as it's not enough you twist your head to the side biting down hard into the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. A loud 'Fuck' accompanied with your name tumbles from Peter's lips. Manhandling you, Peter moves your legs to rest upon his shoulders as he latches onto the blanket and pillows around you. Fucking into you with every bit of strength within him, mind and body on the sole mission to mate you and to truly make you his. Your body in tune with his, you are spreading your legs wider as your hands latch onto Peter's backside, trying to communicate with Peter but failing as a messy jumble of words is all you can muster. But thankfully Peter catches onto your message, sliding his hand down to your backside he tilts your hips upwards towards him. Allowing him to reach so deep into you, you swear you could feel him within your throat. Thrust after thrust, you feel yourself reaching closer to euphoria, thighs quivering in anticipation as your cunt continues to dribble its arousal around Peters pistoning cock. Leaving one side of Peter's backside you snake your free hand to your clit. Rubbing hasty circles around the bundle of nerves, and not too soon later you're cumming. Cunt rhythmically squeezing around Peter's cock, begging it to fill you. A moan tumbles from Peter's lips as he feels your walls tighten around him, feeling hot pleasure roll down his back before he feels himself cumming into you. Sloppy thrusts of Peter riding out both of your highs slowly come to a stop. Breathless and flushed in residual pleasure you both gently turn to your sides, making sure to stay connected as you both come down from your highs. Exhaustion is quick to take you both, wrapped in each other's embrace, still connected as one.

Peter doesn’t know what time it is when he wakes, all he knows is that he needs you and you need him. Maneuvering you onto your hands and knees, sinking into you. A pleasure filled moan falls from your lips, jutting your hips up giving Peter a better angle to fuck you deeper. Hips pistoning into you, latching onto the blankets around you trying to keep yourself steady with Peter's brutal thrusts. Unhappy with how far apart you are Peter is leaning forward, front to your back. Face right next to your ear. Your mind is soon flooded with the sounds of Peter's pleasure. A moan leaves you as Peter bites down onto your shoulder, and brings one of his hands to your clit. Swirling his fingers around your bundle of nerves, your body is quick to go pliant under him. Letting him fuck and fill you to his content, your body sings in happiness when you cum around his cock and Peter is soon to follow in your lead. Warmth pools within your belly, a content smile takes over your face. And with that you are snuggling deeper into your nest, falling back asleep.

Peter huffs out a breath, slowly removing himself from your cunt. His mind is the most clear it’s been since the last time he was awake. Making sure you are secure in your bundle of blankets, Peter quietly descends from your nest, putting on a pair of sweats. Now Peters mind is trying to figure out how long you’ve both been in your nest, doing nothing else but fucking. In the haze of his memories he sees that he would periodically leave the nest to get you both feed, would fuck again and then fall asleep with you. Peter heads over to his phone, quickly doing mental math…and shit he’s been with you for nearly 5 days! But before he can stress about that fact, his senses are going into overdrive.

Someone was coming to his door. Thankfully the apartment was dark, with the only illumination being from the full moon seeping in through the curtains. Peter is jumping to the ceiling, a whirlwind of protectiveness and anger swirling within his chest. Then he hears the front door open. Using the shadows to his advantage, Peter is quietly crawling into the living room. His mind is flooding with all the ways he could kill the intruder. Looking down from the ceiling he can make out a couple of figures, voices merging together. Readying his arm, waiting until…Now! With fast and precise movements he’s webbing the intruders to the adjacent wall, but before he can web up the last intruder his mind is halted by his voice being called out. “Peter! What the hell kid!” Tony’s voice rings through his head. “Jarvis, turn on the lights.” Light floods the living room, and with it Peter is able to see Tony with his hands up in surrender. And to the adjacent wall he sees, Steve, Bucky and Sam webbed to the wall. Mind reeling at what he sees, shame floods through his body. He was going to kill them! What is wrong with him…”Kid, you need to calm down- or you're going to pass out.” Tony's voice is soothing, and with that Peters is able to realize he’s been hyperventilating. Slowly calming his breathing, he lowers his arm backing away from Tony. “What, what are you doing here?” Peter's voice is barely above a whisper. A concerned look crosses Tony’s face, “Kid you’ve been M.I.A for 5 days, we were getting worried when you didn’t respond to us.” Peter's body is slowly relaxing, “I- I’m sorry, I’ve been…busy.” Cringing internally at the word ‘busy’. “Kid, you're gonna have to give me more than just ‘busy’. We haven’t seen you in 5 days, no sight of you swinging around New York. Thank god you have Jarvis installed, because without him we wouldn’t even know if you were alive.”

Peter's gut churns, shame and guilt swirling within him. “Can I come by the tower tomorrow, then I can explain everything.” Tony has a sympathetic look upon his face, “Peter-“ Peter soon stops listening to him when he feels his senses buzz, you are awake and you're terrified. Worried that Peter wasn’t there when you awoke to what sounded like a fight going on in the living room. Whipping his head to the bedroom, he tries to communicate that you needed to stay in the bedroom. Then in the corner of his eye he sees Tony moving towards him- getting closer to you. “No! Stay back, don’t take another step.” Shock mars Tony’s features, Peter had growled out his words. They were nothing short of a command, his face was painted in anger and fierce protectiveness. Arms ready to web him to the wall. “Kid! I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I know that but I can’t let you get closer to her, you guys need to leave. Please..” Tony takes a moment before nodding his hand and then makes his way to the others that have been stuck to the wall this entire time. Quickly cutting them free, Peter watches as they eventually leave, now his body can finally truly relax. Shoulders slumping in relief. But that relief is short lived with the weight of what he was supposed to do now.

How in the world was he going to explain this Tony and to you now that you’re awake?!

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periprose · 1 year ago

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Angsty/Sad imagine idea for insomniac!peter parker

Reader dies in his arms or he visits her grave for the first time and he says something like "we weren't supposed to end like this" and its just sad....

😭 this ask made me sad but also excited to write! Thanks for requesting it.

"How is Spider-Man supposed to reach us in time?" The woman tied up next to you quivered in fear. "Those assholes having been taunting their guns for the last twenty minutes... oh God..."

You never worried if Peter would show up to rescue you in time. Ever since Fisk had gotten jailed, multiple up-and-coming criminals had taken this as their chance to shine.

Unfortunately for you, that meant being kidnapped or harassed, and often you'd get out of those situations thanks to the police- but being Spider-Man's girlfriend sometimes had it's privileges, namely that you could text him discreetly for help and he'd be on his way.

You always felt bad about it. You knew there were worse, harsher things happening out there. But Peter always insisted that you ask for help.

Usually it would end in a quick brawl, and you'd be safely thwipped into his arms, no harm done as you'd swing back to your apartment in safety.

This time, though? It's a lot more serious. These thugs want to "directly send a message to Spider-Man", and it's by poor luck that they've discovered your connection to him.

Every once in a while, they taunt you, but you're sure Peter will rescue you. You've sent him a text and he's read it- he must be frantically swinging right now.

"He's coming, don't worry." You try to comfort the woman beside you, but to no avail- she mutters that Spider-Man doesn't deserve a girlfriend if this is what happens to her, and that you need higher standards.

"This one's getting too confident, boss." One of the thugs kicks your side after hearing your remark, and you wince. "Being pretty won't save you now, bitch."

The woman next to you shrieks in fear- but she suddenly gasps in relief, and you see him, red-and-blue Spider-Man saviour swinging directly to the intersection you're currently kneeling at.

"I've got you, stay down!" Spider-Man shouts at you and the other hostages. He doesn't have a hint of his usual, tension-breaking humour, and it fills you with dread.

The pavement hurts your knees, but you stay down, not wanting to draw attention now as Spider-Man attacks and webs up your kidnappers. He's putting a lot more emphasis into his punches- it seems like they've really ruffled his feathers this time.

Of course, Peter's actually furious- he doesn't know how they figured out your connection to him, and he's desperate to take you away and hide you somewhere safe.

He wonders if he can convince you to move to New Jersey.

After a blur of punches, Peter sees that there's just one more guy to defeat- he swings forward, the guy shoots his gun, a flurry of bullets ricocheting everywhere, and Peter doesn't care about the sudden searing pain in his side- he takes him down.

He turns- hoping that you're still okay to go home now- but the woman next to you is crying hysterically, pointing to your slumped over body.

Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no.

Peter starts running, not with the confident poise of Spider-Man, but with the fear of a young man about to lose the one person he truly, truly cared about.

He scrambles over the pavement, where you're lying in a pool of your own blood, gunshot wounds scattered across your body- it just seems unnecessarily unfair, so needlessly cruel that the universe decided that you would take all those bullets. They should've hit him- he would've gladly taken every single shot.

"No, no. Please-" Peter squeezes your hand, as you look up at him, tears falling out of your eyes. Your face is ghostly pale, you're shuddering- but you still have enough time to say something.

"Keep... going..." You try, because you don't want Peter to blame himself for your own stupidity.

"No. Please, somebody help her!" Peter shouts, gritting his teeth, and there's nobody left here but him and you. Everyone else has ran off- and Peter's too shaken to call an ambulance at this moment. "I don't know what to do, don't- don't-"

You know what he means, and you're trying. You're using all your might to not die here, to let yourself be rescued and healed. But you can't let Peter stay agonized like this, not when he means so much to people, not when he protects so much more than just you, so you use your last reserve of energy to speak, even though he tries to shush you.

"New York... needs... you."

"I need you!" Peter yells, and you can tell he's crying under the mask. "It should've been me, I could've taken it- please don't-"

But Peter's luck always runs out, and it seems like the universe wants him to lose even more than he ever has. Your grip loosens from his hand, your eyes glaze over, and even though he sobs, clings on to you even more tightly- you just aren't there to hug him back this time.

It's been a month since Peter lost you so unceremoniously.

He stares at your gravestone in disbelief. None of this feels real- he was sure that if anyone in this world had to die from random criminals, it should've been him.

All the time, he feels like he's waiting for a phone call from you. He still swings by your apartment- your things have been removed, he can see that through the window.

Even though he saw your body being taken away into the ambulance, where you were immediately proclaimed dead, and he was at your funeral. It's like the reality of the situation is refusing to sink in his mind.

Even worse, he's taken out his rage on every petty criminal that comes his way now, as Spider-Man. J. Jonah Jameson loves it, calls him even more of a vengeance on the city, and that he should be behind bars.

Peter would be behind bars gladly if it meant you would've been safe. Maybe being Spider-Man was a mistake.

But he can't forget your last words. The last thing Peter would ever do is disappoint you, and he knows what you wanted. That he would keep protecting the city, that he would keep going despite it all.

Damn it, he hates you sometimes. Hates that you still know how to inspire hope in him, that you're such a significant presence in his heart that you're permanently etched there now. He hates how much he loves you, and how he's going to forever listen to you.

He just wishes you were here to see it through.

"We weren't supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be me and you, together, living a full life." He whispers. "It... it was supposed to be us, and our kids, our grandkids, hell even great grandkids, and then, only then, would I accept it. That we would be allowed to-"

He still can't bring himself to say die. So he lets himself swallow the agony, the sobs that always threaten to ebb out of his throat, and rests another bouquet of flowers at your grave.

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madlittlecriminal · 1 year ago

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Hey, would you like to write for ps5/insomniac Peters since he's your new crush 🤭

If so I'd have an idea: Peter comes home all beat up (nothing too crazy tho, some bruised ribs, lil cut on the brow etc) reader gets worried and starts to patch him up and then Peter notices that she has some sexy lingerie on and questions it, so she tells him that she wanted to surprise him, then Peter is just taken by lust and starts to kiss her neck, feel her up, you try to protest a bit saying you need to finish patching him, but he's just like "I'll manage, I need you now."

Make him soft and gentle (he is already) but also a bit rough? Lol thaaannnkk🥵😍

Medic in Lace ↭ Peter Parker × Female!Reader

my god, i finished the game two days ago & he really is the softest boi. i love him so much & i want him

Warnings: mention of blood, minor injuries, smut, grinding, unprotected p in v, riding, praise, mention of cockwarming because i thought about it & i can't stop thinking about it...you'll see what i mean, mention of face riding, maybe a little bit of breeding kink but not really (?)

i got carried away and made this a little longer than intended. i apologize.

"Pete, are you okay?" He gave you a small smile and nodded. "I'm fine, princess. Just a few cuts is all and maybe bruises." You glared at him before letting him sit down on the couch and getting the first aid kit. "Uh-huh." You grab the rubbing alcohol before pouring some on a cotton ball and cleaning the blood off of his brow. "I'm serious." He chuckles and you glare at him. "Yeah okay." He helps you take off the suit and you sigh when you saw a forming bruise on his ribs. "God, Peter." You shake your head as you put a bit of ointment on the forming bruise.

"Wait a minute," Peter sat up and smirked a bit as he got a look at what you were wearing. You raise a brow. "What?" He let a hand trail up your thigh as he looked up at you. "What's this?" You snicker. "It was a surprise for you." He bit his lip with a nod. "I'm definitely surprised, princess." You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words. "Really?" Peter pulled you closer to him. "Hell yes." You chuckle. "Let me finish patching you up, okay?" As you tried cleaning the cut on his nose, he moved away from your hand by going to your neck and began kissing your neck.

You gasped softly. "Pete, let me finish!" He shook his head as his hands travel underneath the red babydoll. "Peter Parker!" He chuckles. "I'll manage, I promise. I just need you." You pulled him away before looking down, biting your lip when you saw his bulging outline from boxer briefs. "I see." You say softly and he nods. "Please, baby?" He asked in almost a whisper. You leaned down and placed a peck on his lips. "Fine. Just one round, okay?" He chuckles. "We'll see." You roll your eyes playfully before kissing him again, but this time more sensually and slowly.

Peter kissed you back without hesitation, bringing you closer to him as his hands still remained on your back underneath the babydoll. His fingers danced along your back as he kissed you, absolutely lost in your lips before you sat down on his lap, slowly grinding your hips against his. He moaned as he felt your wetness from your panties. "Already dripping wet, gorgeous." He commented and rested his hands on your thighs. "Only you do this to me, baby." You whispered before moaning softly. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered and you nodded. "I love you too."

He pulled his cock out from his boxer briefs before moving your panties to the side and teasing your cunt by lifting you up with one arm. "Oh god, Peter!" He bites his lip while looking at you with hooded eyes. "I'm here princess. Don't worry." He enters you slowly, causing you both to moan in unison. You rest your forehead against his before grinding your hips, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. "Oh fuck," Peter watches as you get yourself off on his cock. "You have no idea how pretty you look, do you?" He asks before reaching over and kissing your neck. You shook your head, and he hummed softly in pleasure. "You look like a goddess. Like a true princess sitting on a throne." His whispers go straight to your cunt, making you clench around him. "Y-your cock is my throne?" You stutter out, causing Peter to chuckle. "Of course. My face is also your throne, but we'll talk about that another time."

Peter grips your hips while looking at you through hooded eyes. "Want me to help you?" You nodded as he pulls you up his cock and then back down. His grip was enough to drive you crazy from how gentle it was, but it wasn't enough to bruise you; he's a gentle lover. He moaned your name into your ear, causing you to moan in response, your fingers trailing towards your clit to play with it as Peter thrusts into you. "You always feel so good." He groaned, guiding his hands under the babydoll and bringing you closer to him, making your chest touch his as he still thrusted into you. "And you'll always be my good girl." You clenched around him before letting out a cry of pleasure as you cum around him. Shortly after, he joins you, filling you up with his cum.

You take deep breaths with Peter before he lifts your chin up and kissing your lips softly. "You should stay here." He says softly after breaking the kiss. "I am here, Pete. We literally live together." He shook his head. "You know what I mean, princess." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words. "But I have to finish patching you up." He shrugged with a smirk. "You can do it on here, can't you?" Your eyes widened. "What?" He chuckled softly. "You can patch me up on here, can you?" You blink. "Are you serious?"

"Up to you, princess."

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the-only-gisu2 · 11 months ago

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I just really need a Harry Osborn x fem reader x Peter Parker where the reader comes to the Emily-May foundation after her boyfriend hit her and kicked her out I need it to be a smut of them getting their revenge she’s getting a pounded from the back by Harry and and deep throated by Peter 🌝 but when her now ex is blowing up her phone Harry sends him lil video I want insomniac spider-man 2 btw Harry is just so fine😍

I BEG OF YALL PLEASEEEEE😍🫶🏾

#harry osborn x you #insomniac harry osborn x reader #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn x y/n #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker #insomniac spider man smut #insomniac spider man

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lynnlovesspidahman · 1 year ago

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this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore.

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

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measuringbliss · 2 years ago

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okay but now that we have the confirmation that

peter knows harry's dying and it's his priority to remedy this

peter has the symbiote suit

i'm very inspired

#insomniac spider-man #spider-man #parksborn #harry osborn #peter parker #spider-man 2 #spider-man ps4 #oooooh the sparks between angry peter and weak harry #this is literally the opposite of my current smut series what the hell lmao #yeah i can feel it coming. the inspiration. the whump. the dubcon. omg.

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fairlyang · 2 months ago

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Trouble🕸️

w/c: 4.9K

pairing: insomniac!peterparker x blackcat!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, catching up, seducing, getting him to fold, cheating (do not do this ever), blowjob, praise, fingers you, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: fuck cheating and cheaters! all i’ve thought abt since i played both games is how badly i would’ve folded for felicia so this came to be! i don’t condone cheating!

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you had just gotten back from Paris, after months of escaping from some bad guys and long fights to save your girlfriend, it turns out it was too much for her and she wanted out so you were moving all over the place, not sure where to stick around until you made your way back to New York.

it only took an hour after your arrival until you coincidentally stumbled upon one of your “foes” at one of your old hideouts.

“look what the cat dragged in..” an all too familiar voice says making you turn around to see a figure coming out of the darkness.

“spider, didn’t expect to find you here.” you reply, quickly giving him a look up and down before he responds, “ditto.”

“so how'd you know i was back?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“word gets around quick.” he says and you just hum.

“you sure you’re not stalking me?” you tease making him scoff, “now why would i do that?” he folds his arms against his chest earning himself a wide grin.

“because you’ve done it before.” you mumble trying to stifle a laugh back.

“well that was in the past…” he says and shakes his head.

“oh i’m sure.” you tease and looking him up and down again.

there was no exact rule to how long you should wait after a breakup before moving on, and lord knows you’re not one to mope around. "so are you still with red, spider?" you asked and walked closer to him, but not too close.

"red?” he mumbled confused before the realization hit, “oh! uh yeah, recently engaged actually." he answered nervously, watching you carefully.

"how about your girlfriend?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, "apparently saving a girl from bad guys because you care isn't enough. she dumped me."

"bad luck?" he says jokingly making you chuckle, "yeah i'll give you that."

"so what brings you back to New York?" he asks, wanting to get this over with because he didn't want to get in trouble.

if anything he wanted to stop any trouble you may cause.

"was going to collect my things and find somewhere else to go but maybe i'll stick around a bit longer…” you say and walk around him, bringing a hand to his bicep.

“you look good..” you compliment, looking down at the muscle before looking back up at his mask, “been working out?”

“maybe but that’s besides the point, thought you didn’t like staying at one place for too long.” he answers and you shrug.

“what you don’t want me to stay? no welcome home party for an old friend?” you say with a little pout, hoping your old tricks could still work on him, like they usually do.

“old friend huh? more like trouble.” he retorts and you quickly respond back, “hmm trouble for you? or for your little girlfriend?”

“fiancé.” he corrected and you just hummed.

“or maybe for our mutual enemies?” you guess and let go of his bicep.

“your presence alone will make them come after you, that’s a dangerous game.” he warns, making you chuckle.

you walk behind him, leaning up to his ear and murmur, “aw but i like to play.”

“you always did… i don’t have time for that anymore.” he says and turns around to look at you.

“mm then tell me why you’re here again?” you ask and raise an eyebrow.

he stood still, absolutely speechless because he was confused about that himself too. he gulped and tried to think of something to say, anything that could get you off his back but he was taking too long.

“so you’re not here to welcome me back, hell i haven’t even thought about hitting a museum yet but you’re here,” you say, somewhat complaining since you’ve been good so far — for now that is.

you took a step closer to him, looking up at him through batted eyelashes just to tease him, “now tell me spider, why are you here?”

he takes a deep breath and before he could speak, you bring a finger up to his lips, “let me guess… you were worried… i was immediately going to rob a bank!”

his mask contorted with his facial expressions, something you deep down missed causing. his hand softly grabs yours and brings it down, “no.”

“then?” you asked and he sighed.

“i still care about you-“ he starts and you quickly cut him off, “great start.”

he ignored you and continued on, “I still care about you, and our last call didn’t go the way i wanted. i haven’t heard from you in months and i wanted to make sure you were okay. thought you were dead… again.”

you chuckle and nod, “well as you can see i’m still alive. i’ve still got all nine lives left.”

he chuckles and then lets out a sigh, “im glad to see it.”

“so…” you start and place a hand on to his shoulder, “you still care about me huh, spider?”

he’s about to start a sentence but ends up stuttering with his words and not able to let out a single coherent thought as you trace his muscles with the tip of a finger. “hm i missed you too, glad we’re back together again.”

“not like that..” he mutters making you pout again, “shame.”

he gulps and looks into your eyes because if he looks elsewhere he’s not so sure he could stay focused.

your finger went down, tracing over his collarbone gently while he took deep breaths. “does red know?” you murmur and start tracing down even lower until you could feel his abs through his suit.

“what would she think about the fact that you still care about your ex?” you tease and he shakes his head.

“no she doesn’t know- well she might- no- i- it’s not like i tell her these things.” he admits and you just nod.

“that’s surprising, i thought you believed in being honest. honesty is the best policy and whatnot.” you whisper, leaning up to make him even more nervous.

“well some things are better left unsaid...” he says making you grin, “like how much you missed me?”

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters and rolls his eyes.

you then wrap both arms around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, making him grab your waist, attempting to pull you away. “stop-“

“do you really want me to? you’re strong and could have taken me down if you wanted by now.” you retort and he stops.

“cat got your tongue?” you purr and he shakes his head.

you pull one hand away, lowering it to his neck and bring it to the ends of his mask, slowly pulling it up. you bring it over his lips and stop right below his nose, “so what’s the real reason you’re here? one final fling before you settle down?”

“i- what?! no-! listen we’ve gotta stop-“ he stammers and you lean in, lightly breathing against his lips.

you could feel his heart beat fast and it just felt so nice being like this with him again. it had been too long and you weren’t one to admit when you missed him of all people but now it felt right.

“you know i don’t kiss and tell..” you whisper and he bites his lip.

“i shouldn’t..” he mumbles, making you hum.

“but you want to..” you whisper, leaning in until you’re just millimeters away from his lips and right when they’re about to touch, you pull back.

he leaned in right at that moment, caught red handed as his bottom lip twitched. “you just have to admit it.”

he stays silent for a few seconds, really contemplating what he should do because he really did love MJ, but he had to be real to himself and it was quite obvious to anyone with eyes how strong your hold on him was so he nods, “you know me too well..”

“we were together for a while.” you say, earning yourself a chuckle.

“so just like old times..” he whispered and you slowly leaned in again.

“quiet as a cat.” he murmured and you whispered back, “sneaky as a spider.”

he closed the gap between you two and slammed his lips onto yours, his hands around your waist pulling you as close to him as possible. you kissed back and held onto his jaw with one hand while the other went around his neck.

the kiss quickly become hot and heavy, with him sticking his tongue into your mouth while you let him. his hands snaked down and he groped your ass making you moan against his mouth. he let out a groan and continued squeezing, even giving it a smack to hear you again.

you moaned in his mouth again and it sent heat straight down into his lower half. he couldn’t help any of this, you were like a drug and at times like this, he couldn’t help but become addicted, or just maybe his previous addiction with you never left.

you pulled away but quickly went down to kiss his neck, and licking up until you got to his ear before nibbling on it, “does red know you like this?”

“no-” he moaned and a hand came up to grip your ponytail.

“settling down with someone who doesn’t even know what you like? no wonder you got here so quick.” you murmur into his ear and bring a hand down his body, hovering over his bulge.

he let out a groan and his body twitched, already needing to feel your touch on him. “slow down there, we can take our time…”

“or are you in a hurry?” you purr making his eyes roll back.

“might be in a bit of a hurry.” he mutters and you pull away to look at him.

“is she waiting for you?” you ask, letting out a small chuckle while his cheeks turn red.

“don’t even remind me.” he mumbles and you just nod.

“say less then… ill be quick and i’ll take such good care of you, you’ll forget all about her.” you whisper and slowly bring yourself to your knees.

“don’t say that-“ he mutters as he takes his mask off, his face a light shade of red.

you only shrugged and kneeled in front of him while you bare your claws out and trace along his bulge, “why not? clearly a part of you likes it.”

“fuck- you look so good down there.” he murmurs making you grin.

“think so? did you miss this view baby?” you hum and he just nods.

“lord knows i did.” you whisper and bring your face close to his crotch.

“what compares to getting back with an ex for one final night..” you mutter and hold the fabric of his suit out with one hand and with the second make a small tear, “wait-“ he says panicked but you just shush him.

“i’ve got something for you don’t worry about it.” you wave him off and he just curses under his breath.

you cut just around where you needed and let the access fabric fall to the ground as you took hold of his hard cock, “still going commando after all these years huh?” you teased while he smirked.

“it’s more convenient.” he says making you chuckle.

“and easier access..” you murmur and slowly stroked him, “so is this all for me spider?” you ask, looking at him through your eyelashes as he just nodded — his own eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

he didn’t think that since getting back with MJ he’d ever get to see this view again, but here he was. he was technically doing a bad thing, something he rarely did but he didn’t even care. he earned a good fuck especially after the rough day he had.

“all for you baby.” he murmurs, making you squeeze your thighs together.

“so kind of you to give me a welcome back present afterall.” you tease and kiss the tip.

“missed this cock.” you mutter and lick off his precum before spitting on the tip and letting it drip down before you start to stroke him.

he lets out a sigh and gently grabs on to your ponytail again. “missed your mouth.”

“fuck.. you really know how to talk to a girl.” you murmur and stroke him faster.

“was one of the things you liked right?” he asked and you nodded.

“was the only time your jokes weren’t heard.” you teased making him laugh and shake his head.

“but don’t get me wrong, i still missed those too.” you admitted before taking him in your mouth.

“don’t threaten me with a good time.” he jokes making you roll your eyes.

some things never change.

some things.

you held onto his shaft as you moved your head to try to take more of him but given it’s been a while, you pull away. you let your saliva drip all the way down before stroking him and sliding him into your mouth again.

you slowly take more of him, just to tease him before he decides he had enough teasing and thrusted into you until you could feel his trimmed hairs tickling your nose.

“that’s it baby, fuck just like that.” he moans and pulls on your ponytail.

you look up at him and maintain eye contact as he slowly starts to fuck your mouth, just so you could get use to it for a few seconds. when he sees no hesitation from you and you start taking it well, he starts going faster.

you closer your eyes and happily let him fuck your face as his moans started pouring out like a prayer. “oh my fucking god yes-“

you feel your face warm up, the sounds of his praise always does something to you. it was crazy how after years of not being together, you both always knew and understood each others needs.

he liked receiving and giving head but in return you needed to have praise. it was a non negotiable from the start and it was nice that he never forgot about it as if that agreement was still in his brain.

“doing such a good job baby- always taking my cock like a good girl.” he murmurs sending a shiver down your spine.

his thrusts were now deep, tad bit slower but not by too much because he was trying to feel all the pleasure before he got to fuck you. he had a feeling he’d have a hard time stopping and an even harder time wanting to go home after this.

but for now he focused on how amazing your throat feels. it only made him realize that MJ was not really able to get properly face fucked which was a bummer because he loved it.

back when you were together and you were in your early twenties with loads of energy, you’d go hours going at it. different positions in different locations just because you could.

now it was a different story, different relationship too so of course it wouldn’t be the same.

you squeezed your thighs together to have some sort of friction because you were just so turned on. after all those years broken up there was never an ounce of hope that you’d ever be like this with him again. though you always knew you could have him at the palm of your hand at any given moment, but there was never a good time.

until now, that is.

his hips were moving and back and forthorth while your hands rested on your lap, desperately wanting to go between your legs but you had some self control. he tugged on just your ponytail alone for you to move your head at the same time as his thrusts. he’d hold your head as deep as he could for a few seconds before he let you go and you pulled back and were able to take a few breaths.

“come here.” he hums and helps you stand up.

“we’re not ripping my suit unfortunately.” you say as you went up to face him.

he gives you a sheepish smile and shakes his head, “but it was okay to rip mine?”

“i told you i’ve got something for you.” you answer and wave him off.

you pull your ponytail to the side and turn around, “lend me a hand?”

he chuckles but does it nonetheless. he carefully pulls the zipper from your neck down until it reaches your hips and he lets go.

you turn back around, looking into his eyes as you take your suit off one shoulder then the next before slowly pulling it down. you stop right below your bra so he can look at you for a few seconds but instead he didn’t waste a single second until his hands were on your tits, squeezing them. “just as good as the very last time i saw them.” he murmurs as you slide the sleeves off your arms.

you then reach back and undo your bra, as soon as he hears it he pulls away and grabs it, throwing it behind him, “classy.” you tease letting out a small laugh.

“whatever.” he mutters then goes back to playing with them.

he squeezes both then brings his mouth to your right nipple, sucking on it gently while your hands went to play with his hair. "didn't think i would miss all of this so much." you murmur as he hums against you.

he lets go of your tits and grabs your suit, pulling it down even more, "eager are we, spider?"

he pulls away for a second just to mumble a quick, "you already know the answer." then goes back to sucking on your nipples, alternating between the two.

you pull the suit over your ass then drag it down, making him pull away. you take off your heeled boots as fast as you could, leaving them off to the side while he helps you take the last part of the suit off your legs, "it's a good suit but you look so much better without it."

“appreciate it spider, always so kind.” you answer as you place your suit on the table in front of you.

just then peter gets down to his knees and holds on to your hips, making you stick your bare ass out. of all days you decided to wear a red thong just because you felt like it. and he clearly seemed to like it as he left a smack on your right cheek then went straight in to give it a kiss to ease to slight pain.

you held on to the table and lean a bit forward so your back was a bit arched as he grabs the small piece of fabric and pulled it down. you stepped out of them and he left kisses on both cheeks before spreading them wide and taking a good look at you.

you were, of course, already glistening which wasn’t a surprise to either of you, given the circumstances. he went straight to taking a singular lick from your pussy and to your asshole. he moaned and went back down to savor the sweet taste of your arousal, this time going down to suck on your clit. “fuck baby- fuck just like that-“ you moaned and tried your best to stand still.

he continued sucking on your nub and would occasionally flick his tongue on it just to feel you shake. he closed his eyes and came back up to lap and suck on your folds while you let out a string of moans for him. he ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in days and he wasn’t stopping.

he was stubborn when giving head, wanting to stay there for as long as possible just because he loved doing it. he did it for his own pleasure and he was the only person you’ve ever met who ate you out because he actually fucking wanted to. it was a miracle.

add along the fact that he knew just what you liked and how you wanted it, he would even stay right in that position for hours if you even asked.

“oh my god- fuck-!“ you moaned, making him moan as well sending shivers all throughout your body.

“should’ve came back sooner…” you murmur and move your hips up and down — he followed your lead and ate you out as you grind against his face.

“so fucking greedy huh?” you tease when you suddenly feel the tip of his finger teasing your entrance.

“shit-“ you mutter as he fully slides it in and takes it out just as quickly as it went in.

before you could complain, because he knew you would, he slipped it back inside and started pumping it at a fast pace. your sweet moans filled his ears again and as much as he needed to be inside you, he had to have his own fun.

he wasn’t going to let you take a throat fucking like a champ without giving you oral pleasure, that wasn’t his style and thankfully he was glad he knew your body.

he’d know if his eyes were closed, if he was drunk, under any circumstance he’d know. because for years you took over a lot of his dreams, thoughts and he’s been dying to be back in this position.

more importantly, back into your life.

he knew that if he wasn’t there to ensure you’re protected, that you’ll always be in grave danger and you were someone he considered an important person in his life. even if those around him would find it questionable which was why he was very quiet about it in general.

“c’mon spider- i need you.” you say breathlessly after trying to get his attention for some time.

he pulled away from you and slipped his finger out, “you sure?”

“yes. now please come fuck me.” you whined and he quickly stood up.

he grabbed you and maneuvered you how he wanted you, holding on to the table for stability as he groped your ass. you spread your legs a bit when you finally felt him sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, “today, spider.”

“whose the eager one now huh?” he teased, making you groan.

“i hate you.” you mutter and he quickly says, “oh i’ve heard that one before.”

right as the last word left his mouth he slid inside you, not taking his time and going in all the way as he held onto your hips. you both moaned at the same time and you had to grip the table harder because he was stretching you out more than expected.

had it really been that long?

he waited about two seconds for you to adjust to his size then started setting a fast pace while he squeezed your skin. “oh fuck!” you moaned and turned your head to look at him.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as you looked at him, all of this suddenly making him realize this was actually happening and it wasn’t one of his dreams.

“y-you’ve got no idea- how much i missed this.” he murmurs and his eyes are back on yours.

“i- i have an inkling.” you say with a laugh making his face heat up again.

“don’t worry.. i feel the same way.” you admit and give him a smile.

a rarity from you.

something you give when you truly mean something. something he knew he liked causing.

he leaned in close to you until his forehead was touching yours and he just fucked you like that. the close proximity and direct eye contact turning him on even more than ever.

he held onto your waist with one hand and your jaw with the other, making you lean in. your lips were so close you could feel his breath on them, it felt like an eternity because you both just liked being as close together as possible.

he lightly pressed down on your stomach making you gasp then moan. you looked at him with wide eyes before he finally made his move and pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back and he slowed his thrusts down because since he was already doing this, he may as well savor it.

he kissed you back with passion and hunger, a kiss like this that has been long overdue. your tongues quickly clashed together as he started to fuck his hips into yours, wanting to be as deep as he could be.

you moaned into his mouth which had him doing the same. just then he had an idea so he held onto you gently and slowly brought your body up. you continued kissing you as you followed his lead and straightened up. you were standing up right and that’s when his thrusts started going faster.

you pulled away from him and leaned your head against his, panting as he fucked you how you both needed. now both of his arms were holding you up right, one on your stomach and the other across your chest for good measure.

you brought your hands up to grab onto his arms, digging your nails into the skin earning yourself a deep groan. “like that baby?” you asked and he quickly let out a “yes”

you then had the brilliant idea of grabbing his right arm and leading it up to your neck, “you sure?” he asks into your ear and you nod, “absolutely.”

he wraps his hand around your neck, his hand firm and his grip barely tight but he doesn’t squeeze. you leaned your head back onto his chest and he adjusted, “you really are trouble.” he mumbles and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“don’t give me those eyes.” he says making you snort.

he laughed and felt you dig your nails into his arm on his stomach which was just the perfect comedic timing.

“unfortunate you d-don’t have a mirror here, would’ve l-loved to see you like this.” he murmured inbetween breaths.

you attempted to squeeze your thighs together but instead just clenched against him, making him groan in your ear.

“been driving me insane for years y’know that?” he whispers and you just nod.

you held onto his right bicep, while digging your nails onto his left that was still holding onto your waist for dear life. he used all his strength to make sure you don’t fall, safety always a priority in his head.

“don’t stop-“ you mutter, making him go faster and even harder than before.

the room was filled with the echoed noises of skin to skin and it was all that your hearing picked up. it was something so surreal, something out of your wet dreams and feeling him touch you made it truly feel real.

that was the main difference between when you’d imagine it versus it actually happening. his touch brought you to reality and you wished you could stay like this.

but all good things come to an eventual end.

you felt him begin to twitch inside you and you felt your orgasm quickly build up in your stomach, luckily you have one of those birth control chips so there was no need to worry about that.

though you just realized neither of you cared for it in the first place, since it was going to be a one time thing anyway.

you brought your right hand down to rub your clit as he started to slow down but was doing deep strokes. you let out shuddered breaths, eyes already fluttering, and thighs starting to shake as peter just kissed your head.

he felt his own orgasm coming in hot pursuit, like it always did with you, “come on baby, together yeah?” he murmured and you hummed.

you rubbed your clit faster and subconsciously tilt your head to the side making peter let you go so you can take a breather. “holy fuck- oh my god i’m so close-“ you moaned and held onto his arms.

“i know baby-” he mutters and moans a melody of your name.

then with one final deep thrust, he spilled himself into you as your orgasm quickly followed and your body shook against him.

he held on to you and didn’t let you go, instead kept you steady as you both shook and were panting like crazy. you could just feel how much he came inside you but you were trying to focus on your breathing.

you closed your eyes and your legs nearly gave out, you felt lucky that he was strong enough to hold you up like nothing because otherwise you were a goner.

he slowly start to slip out of you, doing it nice and slow because he didn’t want it to hurt you in any way.

his cock left your pussy with a plop, his cum dripping out of you and onto the floor below you.

he turned you around and then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest while you hear the loud thumping of his heart beat that matched your own. “so quiet.” he whispers and you hum.

“and sneaky.” you whisper back making him softly chuckle.

“just like old times.” he says and lets out a sigh.

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