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bitchyycapricorn · 10 months

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Draw Me Like One of Your Italian Girls

Peter Parker x Artist!Reader

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Wordcount: 2k

Synopsis: During a school trip to Venice Italy, Peter finds himself in his classmates room.

Warnings:Smut!, unprotected sex, consumption of alcohol (reader and Peter are 18+ legal age), intoxicated sex, nude artwork, could be considered dubcon

AN: not edited. This has been in my drafts for over a month.

Your eyes flicker from the reference on your laptop, then back down to your paper. Your pencil sketches smooth charcoal lines across the off white paper. Furrowing your brows, you shift the image slightly to get a better look at the image displayed on your screen.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” Peter asks, popping his head into your room.

Stopping your movement, your eyes drift up to where he’s leaning against the doorway. “Drawing,” you reply with a small smile before going back to your sketch.

Peter shifts awkwardly at the door, “Like a picture?” The words come out before he can fully think about what he was saying. And as soon as they came out, he wanted to drown himself in the canal.

Another smile appears across your face, this time it stays for a moment. “No, I’m drawing up a plan to murder the rest of the class before fleeing the city to live as a fugitive in Rome.”

He gives a small laugh before nodding. “O-oh yeah, that makes sense.”

You catch the nervous twitch in his voice, the way his body appears to be more tense than usual. “You can come in and shut the door.” You say after a moment of silence.

He nods quickly, stepping into your hotel room before closing the door. “So uh, where’s your roommate?” Peter asks after fully shuffling into your room.

“Brads room.” You shrug.

Another “oh,” escapes his lips knowing that your roommate wouldn’t be back anytime soon. You give a small nod before patting the spot next to you on the bed. “So um, what are you drawing?” Peter asks finally.

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you tilt the picture for him to see. His eyes scan the drawing and he immediately recognizes him and Ned near the docks.

“You were actually in the way when I was taking my picture, but I decided you both were cute enough to make the cut.” You tease.

Peter could feel his face starting to flush again, “cute enough?” He laughs.

Giving a simple nod, you continue your work. “So what brings you to my room Parker?”

Peter debates whether he wants to be honest or not. On one hand, he could say he had a question about tomorrows tour. On the other, he could ask you to go on a walk with him along the canals. Mainly so that he can confess his feelings for you, which he’s been bottling up since as long as he can remember. “Would you like to walk with me?” He asks quickly, deciding it was worth a shot.

“Mm, but that would mean I’d have to step out of my artistic zone.” You hum, finishing the last of the sketch and setting it on your nightstand.

“Y-yeah of course, I’ll just-“ Peter replies as he moves towards the door, assuming you were politely turning down his advances.

Panic quickly floods your brain as you watch him begin to leave. “Wait!”

Peter pauses, turning to face you. “Yeah?”

“Stay, let me draw you.” The words tumble from your mouth in a hurry, as you pray the brunette boy won’t exit your room, at least not yet.

Peter’s body seems to stiffen even more before slowly relaxing ad he looks around the room for a moment. “You want to draw me?”

A hum leaves your lips as you gaze hopefully at Peter. “I enjoyed drawing you in this one,” you nod to the picture on your nightstand, “you have a nice figure.”

Another blush spreads across Peters face as he takes a seat on the small bench in your room.

“Is this good?” He asks, trying to sit up straight for you.

“Yes, just stay still…”

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You had been drawing and posing Peter for the last four hours. Somewhere around 11 you had both found the ‘complimentary’ drink assortment stored away in the little cabinet.

You weren’t really sure which glass of wine/alcohol you and Peter were on now, just that you were stumbling slightly and giggling like crazy.

Peter’s shirt had been discarded to the floor some time ago and you were still busy ogling over his toned chest. His defined muscles and hard abs that were otherwise hidden by his clothes made the butterflies in your stomach twist and turn.

“Take your pants off now,” you slur, running your hands down Peters chest as you both stumble around the room.

“My pants?” Peter quips, equally as drunk.

“Mhm, I wanna draw you neeked,” a giggle escapes your lips as your fingers fumble around with the zipper of Peter’s jeans.

It takes a moment for Peter to understand exactly what you want, but once it hits his jeans and boxers are discarded on the floor in a small pile. “Like this?” He coos, throwing his arms in the air to show off his now very naked figure.

You clap your hands together and squeal, “Good good, now pose for me.” Peter stands there with his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. Your eyes scan his body up and down, taking in the sight of not only his hard chest, but his hard dick as well. “God you’re built like a Greek god,” you breathe, quickly beginning to sketch.

Peter hums before giving you a smirk. “Or Roman god since we’re in Venice.”

“Modeled after the Greek gods sweetheart,” you snicker, making the outline of his abs with your pencil.

“Are you as turned on as I am right now?” He asks after a few minutes.

“Yes.” You say without hesitation, moving your pencil downwards to sketch his throbbing cock. “After I finish this I’ll suck your dick.” You giggle again.

“Oh god,” Peter moans, feeling his cock twitch at the thought. “Are you done yet?”

“No silly. I’m still drawing your penis.” Another snicker leaves your lips as you delicately sketch out Peter’s lower regions.

Peter lets out a groan, shaking his hips slightly. “Look it moves!”

You look up to see Peter swishing his dick back and forth causing you to let out a loud shriek. “You have to stay still so I can finish!” A wheezey laugh leaves your chest as you move down to draw his legs. “I’m almost done I promise,” you grin.

“Well hurry,” Peter whines, staying as still as his drunk little body could.

“Shhh you can’t rush perfection.” You hush, moving as quickly as you could through your sketch. It took a few more minutes before you turned the drawing around to show Peter. “Look. You’re like the statue David.” You beam proudly.

He gives you a lopsided grin before quickly scampering over to your bed. “Take your cloths off too and I’ll draw you!” He ushers as you add the sketch to the many others from that night.

“Okay okay,” quickly getting up you strip completely, kicking your cloths off to the pile of Peter’s clothes. A low hum escapes his lips as he takes your sketch pad and pencil.

“Pose!” He grins, watching you get into the same pose as him. You place your hands on your hips and stick your chest out proudly.

“Boobs…” Peter mumbles, sketching out a big circle for your head, followed by a stick body, stick legs, and stick arms. He then adds your hair, eyes, and a smile. Looking at the photo for a minute he realizes what he’s missing. “Boobs,” he says again as he draws two boobs onto your stick body. “Perfect!” He cries as he turns it around to show you.

“Oh! Oh! You’re an artist! A sexy sexy artist,” you cry, wobbling over to Peter so you can throw yourself into his arms. Your legs straddle his hips, hands going into his soft curly hair. His lips press sloppily to yours as he tosses the notebook to the ground. His hands move up to your hips, squeezing the plush skin.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He moans against your lips. “The reason I asked you to walk with me earlier was because I wanted to tell you how I feel. I wanted to kiss you in front of the bridge.” His lips press against yours again before continuing. “But this is so much better.”

“Is it because we’re naked?” You moan, grinding your hips into his. You’re slick gliding over his hard cock as you rock your hips.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans, eager to be in you.

You let your another moan as you continue to move your hips against his. “Can I put it in me?” You beg, as if you could read Peter’s mind.

He nods as he kisses you again “please,” he groans as he helps lift your hips up. You quickly reach between the two of you so you could line him up at your entrance. Peter helps you ease down onto his throbbing cock. His tip barley enters you before his hips involuntarily buck upwards. You let out a small cry as he bottoms out into your sensitive cunt, eyes fluttering shut as his hips drop back down onto the bed.

Another gasp leaves your lips as Peter begins to bounce you up and down his shaft. “Fuck you feel so good Y/N,” he growls in your ear. His fingers digging into your skin as he helps guide your sloppy, drunken movements as you grind on his dick.

He’s so deep in you that you can practically feel him bulging in your stomach. “Peter fuck, you’re filling me so well,” you gasp as his hips thrust up into yours now. A feeling in your stomach begins to grow as Peter continues his brutal attack, his cock going deeper into you with every thrust.

Stars begin to form in your vision as you press your chest into Peter’s face, his hands keeping your hips still so he can thrust up into you. His hips snap up to yours again as the feeling in the pit of your stomach grows, slowly spreading all over your body. You let out a strangled cry, feeling yourself come undone, cunt clenching around Peters dick making him moan. Your orgasm spreads all over your body like a hot fire, Peter helping to grow the flame as he keeps thrusting into you.

His hips falter for only a moment before he gives one last deep thrust into you, filling your cunt with his cum. Your body goes slack as you fall forward into Peter. His brain and body going completely blank as well as he falls backwards, bringing you with him.

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Your eyes flutter open to the sight of Peter’s face only inches from yours, his hot breath fanning your cheek. You can feel his hot skin on yours as you go to unstick yourself from his sweaty grasp. Your head is pounding and your whole body feels weak. As you sit up it becomes evident that Peter had stayed in you the entire night. As your hips shifted slightly you could feel his dick hardening in you again, filling you up like he had the night before.

A small groan escapes Peter’s lips as he shifts on the bed. His eyes peel open, looking around the unfamiliar room. A small shriek escapes from his mouth when he notices you sitting naked on his lap, his dick buried inside your cum filled cunt.

“Sh sh, what the fuck happened?” You groan, holding your head as you look around your now destroyed room.

“Shit, I think we had sex!” Peter groans, memories slowly coming back to him.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, noticing the the abundance of empty bottles discarded around the room. Your eyes travel over to the nightstand where an assortment of drawings lay spread out. All of them are Peter, some with his clothes on, some with his shirt off, then the one of him completely nude… Oh, and the one Peter drew of you.

“I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault,” Peter sputters, guilt building up in his stomach as he realizes what truly happened last night.

You let out a long sigh before laughing. “Why are you apologizing? I had a blast, even if some things are a bit fuzzy.”

Peter stops his profuse apologizes, eyeing you carefully. “You aren’t mad?”

You shake your head, letting out a small hum as you eye the pictures again. “No, I’m glad you came into my room last night.”

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daisybell17 · 4 months

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Loki: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Peter: But don't you hate yourself. Loki: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

#loki #loki laufeyson #peter parker #peter #spiderman #loki and peter #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #marvel #peter parker marvel #domestic avengers

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siennafrxst · 11 months

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↳ mistletoe 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: peter parker x female reader

cw: fluff

word count: 342 words

a/n: much like my previous peter x reader fanfic, i’m pretty sure this works with any of the peters (tobey, andrew, or tom) so feel free to choose whichever you want to imagine this story with.

The snow was a beautiful clean white, the fireplace was crackling with bewitching flames, the songs were cheerful and merry, but Christmas wasn’t complete without her.

Peter gazes at Y/N, who seems to be staring intently at the window, the view being the sight of falling snowflakes and bursts of cold wind that would sway past. But, something else caught his eye. Something that was hanging on top of her—a mistletoe. That vibrant patch of green leaves decorated with dots of red that form into a perfect circle was located directly above her head. She was clever.

“Under a mistletoe?” He questions cheekily as he approaches the surprised woman.

Finally turning around, she faces her boyfriend, who had a smirk plastered on his lips. “What?”

“Why are you under a mistletoe?” He repeats.

Y/N shrugs, deciding to play along. “Oh… I’m waiting for someone.”

A look of hurt spreads across his face as he places a hand over his chest, pretending as though he had just been stabbed. “Really? Who is he? I’m insanely jealous.”

Y/N giggles at his little performance, to which he simply smiles to.

They continue to gaze out at the dark night sky, the moon glowing brightly atop of the world. It was stunning, but, something else was occupying Peter’s stream of thoughts.

“I’m glad you came,” he confesses, sincerity evident in his tone.

Y/N turns back to connect her eyes with his once more, slightly taken aback with his sudden confession. “Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?”

Peter shrugs, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. “I don’t know, I mean, it’s Christmas eve. I was expecting you to be with your parents.”

Y/N gently grabs onto his hands, pulling him closer. “I’d rather be with you this Christmas.”

Peter smiles warmly at her gesture, appreciating her genuineness. “Me too.”

That was when they finally closed the gap and kissed each other with full of love, the mistletoe still dangling above their heads as they make this Christmas feel more special… together.

I know it’s short but this fic has been in my drafts for a while and I just wanted to share it.

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vpotts-official · 2 months

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Is Harley your favorite

No, Bumble Bee. I love all my kids equally :)

Just because at the moment Harley needed some extra care doesn’t mean I love you less, or that he “ranks higher” than you. I love you Peter, just the same as I love Harley, or Morgan.

#pepper potts #pepper potts mcu #mcu #marvel #comics #pepper interacts #marvel cinematic universe #pep and friends #harley keener marvel #harley keener mcu #harley keener #peter parker #peter parker mcu #peter parker marvel #morgan stark

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palatteflags · 11 months

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Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) and Tim Drake from Marvel and DC, respectively. For an anon! Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask!! -mod Jay

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mrs-bucky-barnes-73 · 11 months

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I made this and it is SO true

#peter #Parker #peter Parker #Tony #shuri #stark #peter Parker stark #marvel #avengers #peter Parker marvel #peter Parker avengers #tony stark

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your-blorbos-are-queer · 1 year

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peter parker from marvel is queer (headcanon)

submitted by @on-the-outside

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usaigi · 11 months

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I hate the implication that the Spider-Man in our universe is the goddamn popsicle

#marvel #across the spiderverse #spider man #spider man across the spider verse #atsv #atsv spoilers #spiderman atsv #spider man into the spider verse #into the spider verse #itsv #miles morales #peter b parker #peter parker #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #usaigi speaks

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rixi-96 · 10 months

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ghost-in-the-corner · 11 months

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Remember that moment in ITSV, when Miles first meets his world's Spider-Man and their spider senses do the thing?

The background behind Peter is as we'd expect; the classic red and blue.

But at first Miles' background is green and purple, two colors he's never associated with at all throughout the movie. As the moment goes on, it shifts to match Peter's.

We are literally watching Miles' fate change and the anomaly happen.

It's well established that the spider that bit him was not supposed to even be in that universe, meaning our Miles was supposed to be something else before it happened.

This isn't true for ITSV, but in every other version of Spider-Man, the main color scheme for the Prowler is green and purple.

Our Miles was supposed to become the next Prowler in his world. And the only reason he's not, is because of the original Prowler. Miles switched his fate with Earth-42 Miles.

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aphrcdites · 9 months

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year

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Sticky

MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

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Wordcount: 2.4K

Synopsis: Peter Parker loves to play with fun gadgets he finds around the Stark tower. Especially when it comes from an alien space ship. Which is exactly how you end up completely pressed to the ceiling of Peters room without knowing when you’ll come down.

Warnings: Smut!! Oral (f receiving), P in V, language, probably disappointing Mr. Stark

AN: lightly edited

Peter bursts through his bedroom door at the speed of light. “Y/N! Y/N!” Peter shouts, his eyes scanning his room for any signs of life. You peak your head out from under the covers, a small smile forming on your tired face.

“Hey Peter,” you mumble sleepily, snuggling your head into Peter’s pillow. “You’re home from Stark Towers already?” You hum groggily.

Peter shuffles over to his bed, plopping down next to your curled-up figure. “Mr. Stark helped me design new web shooters and-and I wanted to show you them,” Peter beams. A soft smile spreads across your face as you watch Peter shuffle around inside the black bag he brought home.

“Ah, damnit.” Peter mumbles pulling out some sort of gun filled with lava pink liquid. “I brought home the wrong bag. This is the anti gravity stick gun.” Peter frowns.

Your eyes shoot open wide, the aspect of an anti gravity sticky gun intriguing you. “Did you say anti gravity? Your smile widens as you sit up fully to take a look at the gun in Peter’s hand.

“Yeah, but we can’t you know…use it.” Peter laughs as he goes to put the gun back in the bag. Your hand is quick to stop his, wrestling the gun out of his grip. “Y/N/N, no, we can’t,” Peter pleas with you. “If Mr. Stark find out he’ll have my suit!” His words mean nothing to you in this moment, you’re too busy examining the cool piece of alien tech that Peter “accidentally” brought home.

“There’s no way you ‘accidentally’ brought this home, you were totally messing around with Tony’s gadgets again weren’t you!” A smirk tugs at your lips as you continue to examine the bright pink liquid.

Peter groans, throwing himself back on the bed. “Okay! So I got sticky fingers and was messing with some of Mr. Stark’s stuff. But I really did accidentally bring it home! I had two identical bags, one with the anti-gravity gun and the other with my webshooter upgrades. Bruce just walked into the lab and I got scared and threw the gun back into the bag and without thinking took off with the wrong bag…” Peter babbles.

“Wicked,” you grin, pointing the gun at Peter. “So if I shoot you with this…”

“No no, I shot a flowerpot to the ceiling and it was still stuck up there when I left, I was playing with the gun for over an hour.” He replies sternly.

You let out a small laugh “Oh, so I’m definitely sticking your sticky ass to the ceiling.” You’re still pointing the gun at Peter when he goes to take it back from you. As you wrestle for the gun, a beam of light shoots out of it and the next thing you know you’re on Peter’s ceiling.

“Y/N!” Peter squeaks. Your whole body is pressed up into the ceiling, limbs completely frozen. Arms and legs both slightly spread out. “Um, shit what do we do?” Peter looks at the gun again as if there will be directions written on the outside explaining how to reverse the effects.

“I feel like I’m not even allowed to be mad,’ You let out a laugh, looking down at a panicking Peter. “This is actually really cool, I feel so firm.”

“Y/N, this is not the time to be messing around, we need to get you down.” Peter’s face is pale and sweaty as he examines your body being pressed against his ceiling by some weird alien magic. His eyes wander from how silly your hair looks fluffing out, down to how nice your figure looks, completely trapped and unable to move. Peter tries pushing the thought away, hating his sudden urge to crawl up on the ceiling with you and experience what its like to make you scream while you’re stuck. That’s when it hits him, “I’m coming up with you, I’ll see if I can pry you off the ceiling okay?”

You scrunch your face up at his words, not liking that he’s making you come down already. “Come on Peter, this is so cool. See if you can move my limbs into different positions first.” Peter disappears from your view for a moment before he’s hovering… below you?

“Why do you insist on making things difficult by messing around?”

“Because.” You state simply. Peter rolls his eyes, gently tugging at your arm. Your arm easily swings forward before quickly being pulled back to the ceiling. “Whoa, do that again it felt weird. I feel like my whole body is ten times more sensitive right now.”

Peter pulls your arm again, it comes forward before reattaching to the ceiling, his mind racing from your words. He can’t help but wonder if your whole body is more sensitive. “We need to get you down now.” He urges, knowing that if you’re up here any longer he won’t be able to help himself. It was always a fantasy of his to fuck you on the ceiling, or high up on a wall. He just never trusted himself enough to go through with it. But now that you were already up here, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to start fucking you senseless.

“Peter, earth to Peter Parker,” you coo, trying to get your boyfriends attention.

Peter blinks, refocusing his gaze onto yours, “sorry, sorry I was just thinking.” His face flushes red as he begins to crawl down to your legs.

“You couldn’t have been normal and gone around my body? You had to crawl over me didn’t you?” You ask, watching has Peter’s body hovers over yours on his way down to try and unstick your feet permanently. “Your dick is in my face, and it’s hard.” You mumble, a blush spreading across your face now.

“S-shit sorry!” Peter tries to move out of your face by backing up, only to find he’s made it worse by dropping his hips too low and smacking you in the face with his boner.

Your body begins to shake with laughter, “Ow, I just got a face full of sweatpants dick.”

Peter freezes, hoping down from the ceiling completely. “I don’t think I’m getting you down.” He admits, his face was a brighter red than before as he looks up at you.

You let out a small hum, looking down at your embarrassed boyfriend. “Well, you got any ideas how we can pass the time?”

“I won’t admit anything.” Peter replies, quickly adverting his gaze.

“That made absolutely no sense dork, do you have any ideas or not?”

“None that I’m willing to admit.” He continues to avoid your gaze, focusing only on the closet door.

“You should come up here and fuck me then,” you tease, eyeing his still obvious boner.

Peter’s face goes pale, looking up at you again. “Does the gun give you the ability to read minds too?”

A laugh erupts from your chest a you goto shake your head ‘no,’ only to realize you can’t. “No Peter, I can’t read minds but I can read the message your massive boner sent me while it was in my face.”

“That’s not funny, you scared me. I thought you could tell what I was thinking and that you’d start yelling at me for thinking about how good your boobs look in such a dire situation.” Peter pauses, realizing he just admitted exactly what he didn’t want you to know. “Never mind, don’t listen to me ever again.”

“You think my boobs look good?” You beam.

“Stop.” Peter warns, feeling his blush return.

“Oh my god Parker, just get up here and fuck me.” You groan. Peter hesitates for a moment before giving you a small nod and jumping up onto the ceiling. He starts at your legs, repositioning them so your feet are pressing against the ceiling while your knees are bent. Once he’s got you properly repositioned, you feel him crawling between your legs. “Peter…what are you doing?” You can feel his hands grabbing onto your pajama shorts.

“Fucking you, like you asked so kindly.” A smirk settles on Peters face as he rips your pajama shorts down the middle seam, watching as they fall off your body and to the ground.

“Peter!” You cry, looking down at your now torn shorts.

“Well I had to get them off you!” Peter defends, slowly ripping your underwear off you as well. You let out a gasp as the cool air hits your heat, feeling your whole body flush under Peters warm touch, “Tank-top is next.” He smirks, tearing open the fabric to reveal your bare chest. The cold air washes over your, making you shiver as much as the magic would let you. Peter grabs your wrists, guiding your arms so they’re pinned above your head. “Is this what you want pretty girl?” He hums against your neck. His lips slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your body.

You let out a sharp moan “Y-yes,” his lips causing you to completely forget about your torn cloths on the ground. He continues to kiss down your neck until he reaches your tits. His right hand gently creasing the swell of your breast making you let out another moan. Leaning down, Peter brought your hard nipple into his mouth. Another moan escapes your lips as you fight to press your chest into Peters face, but with no success. You’re completely stuck, unable to move. Peter smirks against your boob at the attempt, continuing to swirl his tongue around your extremely sensitive nipple. “Fuck Peter,” you groan, wanting more than anything to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. Peter switches over to your other tit, giving the other nipple some attention as well.

The room fills with your soft moans as Peter kisses his way down your body and to your hot cunt. He pulls away for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before dragging his bottom lip down your thigh and back to your aching cunt. His head dips between your legs as you feel his tongue slowly slipping between your folds. The tip of his tongue makes contact with your clit, gently swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to let out a throaty moan. Peter’s arms slide around your thighs, pulling your body closer ever so slightly as he continues to eat you out. His face buried in your soft cunt, lick and sucking on your swollen clit.

A knot begins to form in your stomach within a few seconds and your realize just how sensitive your body really feels. The feeling of Peters mouth pleasuring you makes your body a shaking mess against the ceiling. Your limbs feel like they’re on fire as pleasure courses through your whole body. Pressing your head against the ceiling as hard as you could, you feel your orgasm wash over you. A sharp cry escapes your lips, your whole body convulsing from your release.

Peter slowly comes up from your cunt, a smile plastered on his face. “I see someone enjoyed that a little too much.” He teases, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You let out a small groan in response, your whole body still pulsating. You keep your eyes on Peter as he begins to strip from his sweatpants and white T-shirt. His abs flexing as he miraculously manages to strip while still on the ceiling.

“Look at my sticky boy,” you giggle as you admire the way the light makes his abs appear to glow.

Peter grins, crawling over, well under, your body and positioning his hips between your thighs. “I’m about to make you real sticky.” You raise your eyebrow at his comment, noticing the cheeky grin on his face. “You ready?” He asks, his hand slipping between your bodies to position himself.

“Mhm,” you hum, feeling Peter slides into you slowly. The sensation of Peter thrusting up into you is completely foreign and completely surreal. Your body bounces ever so slightly up against the ceiling and you feel as though you could fall at any moment.

Yet, your body stays put, allowing for Peter’s hips to snap up into yours. His thrusts are sloppy and deep, feeling out your new position. A sigh escapes your lips as Peter leans up to kiss along your neck.

“How does this feel baby?” He whispers softly in your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, all of your muscles contracting at the hot breath on your ear and neck. “It feels so good Peter,” you moan softly, desperately wishing you could wrap your arms around his neck. Peter gives you a warm smile, kissing your cheek as his pace speeds up. His thrusts becoming more even and deep, fucking you straight up and into the cold ceiling.

“Wanna see a trick?”

“Trick?” You laugh, watching as Peter detaches his hands from the ceiling, leaving him on just his knees. He looks up at you with a smirk, gripping onto your thighs as he continues to fuck you at an inhuman speed. His nails digging into your soft skin as he hangs upside down thrusting into you.

You close your eyes, letting out a string of moans, loving the way he feels deep inside of you. “Fuck Peter, I’m close again.” You felt like you were on fire, your whole body overly sensitive to Peter’s touch and rough thrusts.

“Do it then” Peter grunts, his cock sliding in and out of you even harder. You push your head up into the ceiling, mouth falling open as another wave of intense pleasure hits you, throwing you completely over the edge. A scream escapes your lips followed by Peters name as you come down from your high.

Peter lets out a deep moan, throwing his body back up so his hands were once again sticking to the wall. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, thrusting deeper and deeper before pulling out quickly. Hot spurts of cum shooting out and falling back down onto Peter’s stomach and chest.

“Fucking gravity,” Peter groans.

You burst out laughing at Peter’s scrunched up face. “I told you that you were my sticky boy.” You tease. Peter grumbles something under his breath and you let out another laugh.

Your eyes widen only seconds later when you notice you suddenly feel heavier than normal. Your body detaches from the ceiling sending both you and Peter tumbling down onto his bed. “Great now I’m sticky too,” you groan.

Peter smirks, “Told you I’d get you sticky.”

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spiderpussinc · 9 months

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saw this grindr screenshot that really spoke to me

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↳ do you trust me? 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

synopsis: y/n finally confronts peter about his recent unusual behavior. little does she know, he only did it to protect her from the truth. the truth about him being spider-man.

pairing: peter parker x female reader

universe: mcu

cw: angst, fluff

word count: 1.3k words

a/n: i’m pretty sure this fic can apply to any of the peters (tobey, andrew, and tom) so choose whichever you want to imagine this story with. there’s no right or wrong answer.

It was 2AM in the morning and Y/N had almost drifted off to sleep a couple of times before she heard the door creaking. Now alarmed, she focuses on the door and spots her boyfriend stepping into the house.

"Hey, you okay?"

Peter shuts the door behind him as he slowly walks towards the voice, a bit surprised. "Babe, what are you doing up so late?"

Shrugging, Y/N gives him a tiny smile of guilt and shyness.

"Don't tell me—you were waiting for me this entire time, weren't you?"

Y/N gazes into Peter's eyes before sharply inhaling. "Well, yeah. But I was just worried for you."

"Look, I appreciate it. I really do, but you seriously didn't have to." Peter sits on the couch beside her. "You must've waited for so long. I'm so sorry, I know that you must be tired and—"

"No, it's fine, really. If anything, you're the one anyone should be worrying about."

"I- I guess. It's just.. the Stark internship was kind of rough tonight."

Y/N frowns at his response. "'Kind of rough?' Peter, you have a bruise on your face!"

"I do?"

Y/N reaches for the wound on his right cheek, causing Peter to close his eyes at the touch of her hand.

"Oh, I didn't even notice," he spoke softly.

"Hey, what's going on with you? You haven't been yourself lately and it's starting to bother me. A lot."

Peter glances up into his girlfriend's worried eyes, unsure on how he would tell her. "Look, I'll explain everything to you eventually, I promise. But for now, you're just going to have to trust me."

"But Pete—"

"Just—trust me on this one. Please?"

Y/N carefully scans his serious and desperate expressions, almost giving in to them. Gulping hard, she shook her head, feeling the tears forming in her eyes. "No, this is absolutely ridiculous. You should be able to tell me what's going on. Are you gambling or something?"

"No! No, it's nothing like that," Peter hastily insists, the befuddled expression not leaving Y/N’s face.

"Then what is it like? What aren't you telling me, Pete?"

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. No words were dictated. Not even a slight noise. Nothing. For some reason, he couldn't tell her the whole truth. And it was absolutely killing him.

The hesitation only caused the tears in Y/N’s eyes to increase in size. Horrid thoughts and scenarios flowed through her mind as the silent tension only grew thicker and colder. "Are... are you cheating on me?"

Peter's eyes immediately grew wide with worry and shock. Oh God, what was he doing to her...

"No! No no no, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that. I just..."

Goddamnit, why couldn't he just say it? The words were so simple to enunciate yet so difficult to say out loud.

"You just what? Peter, I am tired of this and all the lies you've been telling me. Please, I love you, what are you hiding from me? What are you.. what are you doing?" At this point, Y/N was raising her voice with worry and anger. Peter was not only her boyfriend, but he was also her best friend, which is why she was so hurt by his lies.

"You know, I thought I knew you. But apparently, I don't," she sternly stated, not even staring at him anymore.

"Hey, hey, please, don't... please look at me," he desperately called out, moving closer towards her.

She didn't budge.

"Y/N, please, I love you too, okay? I love you so much," he sincerely states, softly grabbing her hands.

Finally, she turned to face towards him, with tears filling her eyes. "I love you so much too, and... if you're not ready to tell me whatever it is you're hiding, I guess, I can wait a little while longer. But you're going to have to promise me that you'll explain everything to me sooner or later, okay?"

Peter nods at her. "Yes, of course, I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

He chuckles at her playfulness. "Pinky promise."

She sticks out her pinky finger as he accepts it and grips onto it tightly.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so much."

She smiles warmly at him. "I love you so much too."

Peter doesn't hesitate to lean in and kiss her, filled with love and compassion. She holds onto his good cheek as he roams his hands around her waist. Hesitating, he pulls away from her due to the need for oxygen.

Their eyes lock intensely for what seemed to have lasted forever. Y/N allowed herself to get lost in Peter's gorgeous caramel eyes. It seemed like an infinite abyss that was calling out for her.

Recovering, Y/N begins to observe Peter's exhausted features. His eye bags, his ruffled hair, his wrinkled shirt, and his sleepy eyes. She felt extremely awful for him, because—well, she couldn't do much to help him.

"Aw, you poor thing. Come here."

She opens her arms, inviting him to cuddle on the couch. Peter gladly accepts and melts into the hug.

"You don't know how amazing this feels."

"Actually, with the overload of cuddles you give me every night, I think I do."

Peter chuckles softly at her response. "Well, how else could I possibly show my eternal love for my exceptional girlfriend?"

Y/N giggles and plants a soft kiss on his forehead. She wraps her arms protectively around him with a warm embrace.

"Hey, I really appreciate this. For staying up so late waiting for me. For trusting me. And, just... for never leaving my side. You're the best."

Peter rolls around and gives her a small yet passionate kiss on the lips. "The absolute best."

He suddenly notices a pink hue starting to paint across Y/N's cheeks, which causes a playful smile to grow on his lips.

"Not used to being pinned down, I see."

This only managed to somehow cause her cheeks to redden even more than before.

"See, I can be smooth too."

Giggling, she pecks his soft lips gently. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe."

Once again, Peter relaxes into the cuddle, feeling safe and secure in his girlfriend's arms.

And then, the words tipped out of his mouth. He couldn't hold it for any longer. He couldn't bear to keep a secret from her. He knew that she deserved to know. After everything she's done for him, it was only right.

"I'm Spider-Man."

Caught off-guard, Y/N glances down at Peter, unable to tell if it was sarcasm or not.

"Y-You're what now?"

Peter sat up straight on the couch, carefully staring into her shocked eyes. "I... I'm your friendly, neighborhood, Spider-Man."

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

It all made so much sense now. The pieces started to form together in Y/N's brain, answering so many of her unsolved questions. The sudden disappearances, the bruises, the coming-home-late-at-nights, the Stark internship, the horrible excuses he had sometimes—everything. And, it felt as though a part of her always knew.

"Oh, Pete, I am so sorry." Y/N practically threw herself at him, giving him a tight hug.

Out of all the scenarios Peter had thought of, not once did y/n apologizing ever come across his mind.

"Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. Why are you sorry?"

"Because—you have to go out there every night and literally save the world while I'm at home complaining and wondering why you always came back so late. I'm so sorry, I never knew."

"Hey, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. No more secrets now, alright?"

A tear of mixed emotions formed from her dark eyes, falling onto Peter's back. "Yeah, no more secrets."

Peter tightens the hug, tears falling from his exhausted eyes.

"I love you, okay? If you ever need anything, I'm always here for you."

He chuckles lightly at the words he had heard. God, he felt absolutely lucky to have her. "I love you too, Y/N."

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