#peter parker requests | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

headkiss · 11 months

Note

Peter standing up as a groomsmen for someone's wedding and he sees reader in the audience tearing up and he mouthes I love you to her 😭🫶🏾🥺

peter is such a loverboy </333 thank u for requesting this is a short and sweet one!

Weddings have always made you emotional. They’re a beautiful thing, especially when they’re people you know.

And somehow, now that you’re in love yourself, they get you even more. Peter stands on the groom's side, his suit crisp and hugging him perfectly. He looks as pretty as ever.

You’re sitting a couple of rows back with the rest of the guests, and though you’re meant to be watching the couple that’s saying their vows right then, your eyes keep flicking over to Peter.

Listening to the words the couple says, the happiness and the watery laughs, your eyes well up pretty quick. As if he can sense it, Peter’s eyes meet yours in the crowd, and he huffs a small laugh when he notices you trying to fan away your tears.

He shakes his head at you with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Looking at him up there, it makes everything even more special. Because you know what it’s like to love someone that way. To want to shout it out to anyone who’s listening. To know that you’re loved the exact same way.

Peter’s done that for you.

You wipe the first tear that falls down your cheek quickly, glancing up to the sky to try and reign it in. When you look back, Peter’s still looking at you.

‘Stop,’ you mouth at him, like he’s the one making you cry these tears of joy and overwhelming emotion.

He just shakes his head again. Then, his lips move, shaping the words ‘I love you.’

Just like that, as the couple says they do and you mouth the three words right back to Peter, another tear falls down your cheek.

When the couple walks down the aisle, hands clasped and smiles stretching their faces, you stand with the crowd, clapping for them. Peter finds you quickly, pulling the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbing your tears away for you.

“You’re a wedding crier,” he says, a hand pinching your chin gently to keep your face tilted to his, the other wiping away the small mascara smudges under your eyes.

“I can't help it. It’s so sweet.”

He dips down to kiss your cheek, then your mouth. It’s quick but it tells you enough.

“I love you, bug. Wedding tears and all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you push his hair off his forehead. “I love you, too.”

Yeah, it’s nice to be loved enough that you’d never question it, that the words come easier each time.

1K notes · View notes

deceitfuldevil · 1 year

Note

congrats on 1k omg!!!!! i am going to request number 31 from the fluff list

"C-can you... hold me for a while?" "Of course."

with our most adorable boy peter parker because i MISS HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!! hope u have fun with it!!! x

TY FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST KODA ILY

I also miss the soft boy so much, and like most of my stories I simply must base this off personal events. (I woke up to blinding pain in my uterus)

—

Peter was always too good to you, no matter what he was going through (and god knows, he's been through a lot) he was always there for you.

Well... whenever he wasn't on patrol that is.

He was totally attentive all hours of the day besides that. Like about 12 hours ago when you had just walked into your shared tiny apartment after class, and Peter immediately stood up from whatever he was tinkering on to greet you. But it wasn't soon after then that Peter left for the night to go out on patrol.

Now fast forward to 12 hours later at the ripe hour of 8am on your first day off in five days, waking up to a horrendous pain in your abdomen. No need for a second thought, you knew your period had surely started. Not wasting a moment more, you got up from the full size bed you shared with Peter on the rare occasion he was there at night and hobbled to the bathroom. Downing some Naproxen to ease the pain and hobbling right back to bed, wondering, no, hoping Peter would come back home soon.

You spent the next half hour tossing and turning in pain, whining and groaning as you waited for the pain killers to kick in. The pain so intense a few tears slipping from your eyes, and all the rambunctious sounds of the city around you dulled out.

The little demon trying to carve its way out of you took your full attention, and you didn't even notice Peter sliding in through the window.

"Y/n? What's wrong baby?" Peter cooed softly. Limping over to the bed and kneeling down to be eye to eye with you. You wanted to immediately tell him what was wrong, but as soon as you saw his limps and the bruise on his jaw; you felt guilty complaining about the pain caused by your own stupid body.

"It's nothin' Pete..." you tried to brush his concern away, but of course Peter was relentless. Slipping out of his suit in front of you, left in his boxers and sitting on the edge of the bed. You still didn't want to tell him, but you had a feeling he knew. So you just asked, very softly:

"C-can you... hold me for a while?" another tear slipping from you eye as you weakly lifted up the blanket for Peter to join you.

"Of course darling." Peter assured you, slipping underneath the covers with you and welcoming you into his embrace.

Maybe it was the pain meds finally kicking in, but then again you were almost sure it had to be the soft and sweet way Peter was holding you in his arms. The way your bare legs tangles with his, and his slender fingers running through your hair. The pain started to dull out, and you started to fade to sleep.

Nothing made you feel more at home than when you were in his arms.

—

Once again thank you for the request and please send in more requests! I’m also going to see Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania tonight and I sooo excited.

Much Love,

—Skyler

133 notes · View notes

aliceblisss · 2 years

Note

Hey, so you know how it’s like a thing where when you’re using a soda can you take off the tab and depending on how it comes off then someone “owes” you a kiss, a hug, or sex. Well maybe you could do like a tasm! peter parker x reader where they are like out and about or whatever and the reader is like drinking some coke and is like “oh shit, guess someone owes me a kiss” this can be either smutty or fluffy. Thank you!

This is so cute akshakyswjbw. Tysm for your request and also sorry it’s taken me so long *sobs*. I hope you enjoy it!

Also once I got to the end of the fic it felt too long to make it smutty so lmk if you guys would like a smutty part 2!!

A/N: thought the gif was somewhat fitting lol

———————————————————

Peter and I always sit together at lunch; mainly because we have no friends besides each other. But we also just genuinely enjoy each other’s company.

Neither of us can exactly remember how we became friends, we just roll with it because we get each other so well. He even trusted me enough to let me in on his biggest secret: that he’s a big fat virgin. Oh and also that he’s Spiderman.

We take a seat at our usual table, facing each other. I’m a bit distracted by the fact that the lunch meat actually looks decent and not rubber-like for once. So it takes me a few seconds to notice Peter giggling to himself, staring at his soda can.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I pop a potato chip into my mouth.

“Oh nothin’. Just looks like you owe me a kiss” he replies with a big grin plastered on his face.

I nearly choke on my chip, “What?”.

So he points to his soda can, slightly sliding it towards me; still with a shit eating grin on his face.

I lean forward on the table to get a closer look; his soda tab has a small circle in the middle of the big circle.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the ‘hug’ one” I say matter-of-factly.

He shakes his head, “No, the big circle with nothing in the middle is hug. The small circle inside de big circle is kiss and the semicircle is, well, sex”.

Regardless of wether he’s right or not is he serious about wanting to kiss me? He seems pretty convinced that it means kiss…

I knit my brows together, still staring at the top of his unopened soda can. “Are you sure?”.

Peter pulls out his phone, “Here, lemme look it up real quick”. I roll my eyes at him but can’t help smiling at his determination to prove he’s right.

“See?” he turns his phone screen towards me to show pictures of the soda tabs and their meanings. He’s right. Looks like I owe him a kiss.

Not that I haven’t thought about it before; kissing him. I mean he’s handsome and he does have nice-looking lips. But he’s my friend; my only friend at that. It’d be stupid to risk ruining that. Besides I’m almost 100% certain he doesn’t even think about me that way. So he must be joking, right?

“Okay well, whatever, good one I guess” I say somewhat begrudgingly, avoiding his gaze.

“What do you mean?” his mouth is now full of food, muffling his voice.

“Well you can’t be serious. You don’t actually want me to kiss you” I force out a laugh in an attempt to not sound as pathetic as I feel.

He scrunches up his face, “Why not? Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world”. It seems I didn’t do a good job at disguising my shock because he looks like he regrets every word he’s ever said.

“Like on the cheek, no?” he nervously attempts to fix it and eliminate the awkwardness but it’s too late; we’re neck deep in awkwardness.

“In your dreams Parker” I try to play it off.

He chuckles, “Yeah, it would be a dream to get a kiss on the cheek from you. I’d never wash it again” he teases which ultimately makes me giggle. He always knows how to make me laugh.

“That’s disgusting”

“Only for you baby”

~~~

As he walks me home like he normally does I keep thinking about it; the whole kiss thing. I still can’t tell if he actually wanted to kiss me. And if so, would it be a real kiss? Like a romantic kiss? Or a stupid kiss for shits n’ giggles.

I’m snapped out of my developing mental spiral by the feeling of a cold drop of water on my cheek. Which is then followed by a thousand more drops.

“Oh shit!” Peter exclaims and we both start to run seeing as we’re not that far from my house at this point. We can’t help but laugh like little kids as we run in the rain.

By the time we reach my porch we’re totally drenched and out of breath but continue to laugh together.

“We’re soaked” I say as I look down at myself and then at Peter.

“Feels kinda nice don’t you think?” He says raising his voice a bit since the rain keeps getting louder.

“Wet socks feel nice to you?” I reply and he just drops his head and laughs, leaning against me. He does that a lot, whenever he’s in a fit of laughter his body goes slightly numb and he always ends up falling or leaning on me. I’d me lying if I said I didn’t get a warm fuzzy feeling every time.

Once he regains his strength and stand up straight we both realize we’re standing very close to each other; too close.

Suddenly I can’t remember what was so funny. All I can really focus on is the feeling of his breath tickling my face. Why doesn’t he move? I can’t back up, my back is pressed against the door. So why does he just stand there, looking at me like that?

After what feels like forever he breaks the silence, “Well uh, I’m gonna head home” his voice is low and raspy. As he starts backing away I’m suddenly met with this weird feeling, like I don’t want him to go.

“Wait,” I blurt out, “You’re not walking home in this rain are you?”.

Peter smiles, “Y/n I was bitten by a radioactive spider; unless this is acid rain I think I should be fine”.

A gust of wind blows hard in our direction and I shiver. “Still, you should come inside until the rain dies down. It’s fine, besides my mom loves you so she’ll be happy to see you” I insist.

He sighs what seems like a defeated sigh and says, “Okay, only to see Janice though” with his pointer finger up.

I shake my head giggling as I open the door.

The house is empty. We’re alone.

“Oh,” is my initial reaction, “right, I forgot mom was working today”.

We take off our shoes and leave them at the door and we drop our stuff nearby since they’re also very wet.

“Damn, and here I was looking forward to seeing her”

“Hey, watch it” I warn him. Obviously I know he would never hit on my mom but it’s a bit of a running gag with us.

He throws up with hands, “Relax I’m innocent” with that goofy smile of his.

I stop and take a look at his very wet self, quite literally dripping on the floor. “You should probably take those off” I say as I stand in front of him with both hands on my hips.

He raises his eyebrows, “Damn y/n take me out to dinner first”.

I face palm so quickly, practically slapping my face, “Dude you know what I mean”.

He chuckled mischievously, “Are you gonna give me clothes to change into or should I just remain naked? You’re the boss, just say the word—”

“Peter!”

He starts to laugh, hard. And as much as I try to remain irritated at him I just can’t.

“I’ll get you some clothes, be right back” I start walking up the stairs. “Don’t sit on anything!”

~~~

When I come back down changed and with some of my dad’s clothes in hand as well as a towel I find him awkwardly standing right where I left him. I toss him the clothes and he stares at me for a bit before walking off to the bathroom.

He walks back out in sweatpants and a t-shirt that fits him surprisingly well; I half expected it to be bigger on him but he’s buffer than you’d expect.

I smile, “You look cute”.

I could’ve sworn I saw him get a little bit red. “Are you sure it’s not weird for me to be wearing your dad’s clothes?” He hands me his wet clothes and I toss them in the dryer along with mine.

“It’s fine, he left them behind and they’ve just been in boxes for years now. I doubt he’d mind” I reassure him. He takes a seat in front of the kitchen isle and rests his elbows on the table.

Meanwhile outside it’s still pouring. We stare at each other in silence. It’s like we’re in our own little world. Outside it’s cold and loud, and normally if I were home alone right now I’d probably feel just as cold. But here with him, it’s warm, I feel safe. The quiet isn’t unsettling or awkward, it’s peaceful.

His big brown eyes are captivating, I can’t bring myself to look away. And the way he looks at me is so soft, I feel like I’m melting.

Shit shit shit. What am I thinking?.

I clear my throat in an attempt to bring myself out of the trance. I walk over to the fridge, “You, uh, thirsty, hungry?”.

He perks up a bit, “Do you have any grape Fanta?” his eyebrows rise with anticipation.

“Lemme check” I open the fridge and lean down to look through it. The truth is I always keep grape Fanta for him because I know it’s his favorite.

“You’re in luck! Here, blegh” I hand him the soda can and I notice that it’s not until he hears my ‘blegh’ that he meets my eyes, his were focused on…my legs? I mean I am wearing some pretty short shorts but surely this isn’t the first time he’s seen my legs is it?

“What do you mean ‘blegh’? That’s just disrespectful and frankly very wrong” he exaggerates his indignation.

I take a pineapple Fanta for myself and set it down on the counter in front of him. “You’re like the only person I know that likes grape” I say in defense of myself.

“A) you don’t know anyone else besides me and b) whoever those people may be they clearly lack good taste” he leans forward on the counter.

I can’t help the slightly offended gasp that escapes my lips, “Talk about disrespectful”.

“I say it like it is babes, if you can’t—no way” whatever he was gonna say was quickly interrupted by whatever he saw when he looked down at his soda can.

“What is it?” I ask before taking a sip of my drink.

He just lifts the can closer to my face and says, “kiss”.

And for the second time today I almost choke at what he was saying. I look at the tab and lo and behold, it’s just like the one he got at lunch. Im left speechless.

“This is a sign from the universe!” He exclaims as he holds back his laughter.

“Pete come on—”

“Let’s see yours” he stands up and walks over to my side of the counter and grabs my can.

After taking a closer look at it he exclaims, “Ha! That’s three for three baby” jogging in a circle around the kitchen meanwhile I can’t help but laugh as I boost myself up and sit on the countertop.

He walks back to me and stands in front of me. He leans over to put the can down next to me and takes a few steps closer. I hadn’t noticed but my laughter subsided, as did his. Suddenly I find it hard to breathe.

“Pete,” I manage to spill out, my voice small and frail. He raises his eyebrows at me, with big puppy dog eyes.

“Are you for real? Do you really wanna kiss me?” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, so I opted for staring down at my hands in my lap.

He bends down a bit, as if trying to meet my gaze; resting his hands at my sides on the table, caging me in. “What if I did? Would you be cool with that? Cause if you’re not that’s totally fine I don’t—”

“I’ve never kissed anyone” is all I could blurt out, interrupting his nervous rambling. He chuckled, “Okay so?”

“So! What if—” he starts to lean closer, making me trail off.

“What if what?” his voice is low yet playful; I still haven’t met his gaze.

“What if I suck at it?” he places his finger under my chin and lifts it up, forcing me to look at him. I have to swallow the gasp that threatened to come out.

He’s now standing right in between my legs, our faces only inches—no, centimeters apart. My heart is racing but my mind is still, empty, I can’t seem to produce any coherent thoughts.

“I can teach you, but I doubt you’ll suck at it” his voice is just above a whisper.

“How do you know?” at this point I can’t keep track of what I say, his lips are so close to mine and his breath is warm on my face.

He smiles, “Cause I’ll be kissing you, don’t get much better than that” and next thing I know his lips are on my lips. He’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back. His hand which was holding my chin up has slid into grabbing my face ever so gently.

Just like the kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, slow. I actually feel lightheaded.

He slowly pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, I feel the coldness of his wet hair from the rain. We both smile.

“For the record,” he breaks the silence.

“Mhm,”

“That totally didn’t suck”

I can’t help but giggle like a little schoolgirl.

“But, you still need practice” he adds, meanwhile his other hand has found itself on my thigh.

“Well I do owe you two more kisses”.

#ab requests #marvel #mcu #peter parker #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm peter x reader #peter parker requests #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #spiderman

138 notes · View notes

biblio-smia · 7 months

Note

I don’t know if you do smut/suggestive work but could I get a TASM!Peter x reader where they’ve been friends with benefits for quite some time and confess after a fight where Pete/Reader was jealous the other person was gonna go out on a date with Harry Osborn/Gwen Stacy who’s had a crush on them for quite some time

Thank you:]

here you go!!! this is probably one of my all time favorite works ever, tysm for the request!! i changed a teeeensy tiny detail of it but i hope you enjoy regardless!!

#requests #peter parker requests

3 notes · View notes

pbnjparker · 2 years

Text

pbnjparkers bday celebration

i seriously can't believe ive been on this platform five years already! if it weren't for @borhapparker for encouraging me to sign up, i don’t think i’d be here. so thank you ambs for everything that you’ve done for me since the beginning of this chapter. also celebrating the fact that i’m turning 22 at the end of the month. so in honor of both things, im hosting a celebration <3

ˏˋ rules and information ˊˎ-

- june 13 thru july 2

- anything and everything will be written (except smut sorry!!)

📸: cyma (cast your mutuals as)

💌: top 5 of anything! (as me what my top five are!)

😳: fmk, would you rather & smash or pass

📝: blurb requests!

for blurb requests:

anything and everything is accepted! i write for tom and peter :) i just don't write smut :/ request blurbs here!

tagging my mutuals <3

@darling-im-moonstruck @darlingparker @gingerparker @seolaseoul @justapurrcat @buckybarnesandmarvel @ahoefortomholland @belovedholland @sunshinehollandd @melodicheauxxo-writes @peteprker @hollandfromhell @softholand @silkscream

#pbnjparker #angi's celebration ✨#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagines #tom holland prompts #tom holland requests #peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker requests #mcu!peter parker requests #peter parker fanfiction

19 notes · View notes

harrietbarnesblog · 2 years

Note

hello :) i hope your reqs are open! im a little new to this, could i request peter parker and reader are besties with feelings and reader starts smoking bc her friend peer pressures her? and peter is concerned and wants her to stop and take care of herself. fluff angsty please and thank you so much in advance 💛

Hurts to see you like this

Masterpost

Masterlist

Taglist

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: mention of smoking and drinking, angst, fluff in the end, swearing, peer pressure,

People say being in high school is so fun. But it is not. It is total shit. You don't really see how it is fun getting stressed by the things you gotta study, your parents constantly nagging you to get good marks, worried you won't be able to meet everyone's expectations from you, a fear you would disappoint everyone, and finally peer pressure.

Parties. You hate it. Too many people and music playing too loud. You say that you aren't interested in parties to your classmates when they invite you to one, they start saying hurtful things. They pressure you until you give in and attend the party.

And when you attend it they pressure you into making you drink alcohol. And you drink because you don't wanna seem like a coward or something. And then they slowly pressure you into smoking. And you get hooked on it. you start using it as a coping mechanism.

Peter never fell into the trap of peer pressure. You admire that about him. You wished you were like him.

You didn't tell Peter that you started smoking. He would be so pissed if he knew about that. You would try to tell him but back away thinking of what he will think of you.

A month passed and you pretended like you don’t smoke and didn't have feelings for Peter while Peter pretended like he didn't know about you smoking. Of course Peter knows about it, he has seen you sitting on the avenger’s tower roof with a cigar in your hand while he went for a stroll at night as spiderman. He was truly deeply concerned about you.

Gathering up the courage Peter decided to confront you. Tapping his leg, leaning the side of the elevator, he waited for the elevator to reach your floor.

Tony was doing some work in the living room when Peter got out of the elevator.

“Hello Mr.Stark. Is y/n here?” he asked.

“Yeah in her room, underoos.”

“Thank you, Mr.Stark.”

“You are welcome, kiddo.” he said, carrying on with his work.

Peter knocked on your door and waited for your reply.

“Come in.” you shouted from inside. Peter entered the room. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop on your lap.

“Hi peter.” you greeted him, smiling cheerfully. He didn't say anything, he just started going through your things. The smile on your face turned to a frown.

“Hey what are you doing?” you said. You placed the laptop down , standing up. “Peter, what the fuck are you doing?”

He picked out a box of cigarettes from your bag and threw it in front of you. The blood in your face drained.

“You know what that is?”

You didn't reply to him, your stomach churned.

“That's the shit you have been smoking for a month and forgot to mention to me or are you using it for more than a month?.” he asked you angrily.

“Peter…” you tried to make words come out of your mouth but you couldn't. You felt like someone was choking.

“Do you have any idea how concerned I have been? I waited for you to tell me about it when you are comfortable. But you never did. You got addicted to that shit. That thing could kill you.” he ranted on and on.

"Hurts to you see like this, y/n." His voice was filled with worry.

Your nails dug into your palm.

“Are you even listening to me?”

"You're making me feel fucking stupid. Like I have gone crazy." you spoke up.

“I'm not.”

“But it feels like that.”

“I'm just trying to show you that I care about you and you should stop smoking.”

“I tried. Ii tried to stop but I couldn't. I really tried, peter.” you start to cry. All the emotion you bottled up exploded. “I feel so pressured. I promised myself I wouldn't smoke again when I tried it for the first time. But they pressured me again and kinda got addicted. I Started using it as a coping mechanism. But I wanna stop. I need help.” Peter held you in arms as you sobbed.

“It's okay. We will figure this out together, I will help you.” he said.

“You will?” you asked, staring into his eyes.

“Yes.”

You didn't know what got into you, you kissed him on his soft lips. To your surprise he kissed you back. When you pulled he had a small smile on his face. He wiped the tears off your face.

“It's alright, okay. Now you are going to sleep because you need rest.” he said.

“But peter…”

“No buts.”

He closed your laptop and placed it on your table.

He sat on the bed. You placed your head on his lap. He ran his hands through your hair. You fell asleep n. Admiring you, Peter smiled. Soon he drifted to sleep.

Tony knocked on your door to check on you two but didn't get any response from you two. He opened the door to find you sleeping on Peter who was also asleep in an awkward position.

Tony took your soft cotton sheet on top so you don't get cold. He took another sheet for Peter and put it on him. He turned off the lights and went out of the room leaving you to sleep peacefully.

Taglist :

@sleutherclaw

@wobblymug

@randomwriter1021

@simpingbutch

@marvel-lover-shel

@luciamikael

@plutoneu

@idli-dosa

@it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes

@lizzieann143

@aleksanderwh0r3

@momorikki

@equivocalshit

@vousty

@blankspaceblankday

@lineelilii

@slutfortasmpeter

@dianaadanelyleon

@rophelia

@ssophiebirkas

@elizabethluna27

@stariightjoyy

@raajali3

@littlsstuff

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker reader insert #peter parker requests #requested

17 notes · View notes

underoospeterparker · 8 months

Text

i have like a million prompts in my drafts and hopefully will get round to posting some of them soon! as for my ideas, do you guys want more peter parker fics? ♡♡

#peter parker requests #request please

1 note · View note

madwcman · 3 months

Note

tasm! Peter kissing reader any chance he gets?

a/n: thank you for requesting <3

pairing: tasm! peter x reader

peter silently wraps his arms around you and rest his head between the crook of your neck, giving your neck a small peck. peter always wants to kiss you, every chance he gets he takes it.

“what was that kiss for?” you giggle, as your boyfriend grip on you tightens, and he starts to sway you both.

“just wanted to kiss you.” he says softly, moving his head from your neck, his lips landing on the apple of your cheek.

“you always want to kiss me.” you move your head back to look at peter with a bright smile. “of course i do.” he turns you around so you could face and see him fully. you give peter a warm smile and wrap your arms around his neck. he moves in to give you more kisses, you deserve all the kisses in the world from him, in his opinion. if he could kiss you all day he would, so he kisses you any chance he can.

“peter!” you shout, laughing at the pampering he’s giving you, you think your boyfriend is overly sweet, and you love it. you love peter.

he stops and pulls from your face. he has a cheeky smile and pulls you in, hugging you tighter than before. “you’re too sweet peter.” you tell him fondly. your hands going up to peters hair, playing with it softly, he loves when you play with his hair. it makes him melt.

“i’m too sweet?”

“yes, you practically spoil me.” you giggle out, your heart is all warm and you feel a little silly when your with peter. “well a sweet girl like you should be spoiled.” and he moves in to kiss you all over again.

1K notes · View notes

sacharinee · 10 months

Note

pranking peter asking him to try not to annoy you today has me crying

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 600

a/n: hiii anon thank u very much for requesting! based on that trend on tiktok :)

you’re feeling mean today.

after waking up so early, you’ve scrolled through countless videos of girls pranking their boyfriends with just a simple line, and seeing their priceless reactions.

and what better use of your time than to prank your ever so lovely boyfriend.

you’re up in the bathroom, washing your face and getting your makeup done for the day when peter walks in to greet you.

“g’morning baby,” he mumbles and wraps an arm around the side of your hip, sloppily kissing the side of your forehead.

you take a look at him through the mirror. he’s got bedhead, his curly hair all messy, shirt wrinkled, and he’s rubbing his squinty eyes from the bright lights. his cute little pout makes your heart skip a beat and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.

“hi petey,” you greet, you’ve got your brush in one hand, blending out the makeup on your skin.

and he’s reaching for his toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on when he asks you, “d’you sleep good?”

“it was okay,” you respond with a shrug.

“just okay? what happened, y/n/n?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.

you tap your fingernails on the countertop as you take a deep breath, “look, pete, i have a big day ahead, so can you just try not to annoy me today please?”

peter freezes as his jaw goes slack with the toothbrush in his mouth. his eyes stare up at you in shock and confusion while you’re none the wiser, looking straight ahead, curling your lashes up closely against the mirror, “what’d you say?”

you let out a sigh as you switch out the curler for mascara, “i said, try not to get on my nerves today.”

"today? but the day just started," he's dumbfounded when he looks at you.

you shrug in response, "still. you've been really annoying lately."

you resist from looking at peter. one quick glance and you know you would break.

“oh…” the boy mumbles, looking down at the sink confused, trying so hard to figure out where he went wrong, “m’ sorry.” you feel like a monster.

but when peter steps back to sneak a peek at you, he notices your uncomfortable stance. you’re squeamish, biting your lip, as you avoid eye contact with him.

his eyes narrow down at your figure, “and how exactly have i annoyed you lately?”

you take a second to think of a example, “just, everything. like right now, when you ruined my makeup or when you’re asking me stupid questions.”

“stupid questions? ruined your makeup? wait, what, you mean when i kissed you good morning??” your boyfriend laughs in amusement.

“m’ just saying.”

“huh okay,” peter spits the toothpaste out in the sink, “you wanna talk about silly questions?" he wipes his mouth with a rag and turns towards you, gets up real close to the side of your face.

you pinch your brows towards him, “what are you-”

“who was the one that asked me if italy was in spain?”

“peter-”

“or if milan was in germany?”

“are you ser-”

“or if australia and austria were the same thing?”

“peter!”

“i’m just saying!” he’s mocking you, a smug smirk on his face, and he knows he’s got you.

“yea whatever, einstein,” you bump him out of the way wanting to use the mirror next. you’re crabby your little prank backfired while peter’s having the time of his life, laughing at your embarrassment.

he stands behind you wrapping his big arms around your front and resting his chin down on your shoulder. he’s got this irritating sardonically sweet smile on his face that makes you wanna kiss or slap it off, you can’t decide. he’s gazing with loving eyes at you’re adorably grumpy pout in the mirror and kissing the side of face, smudging your makeup once more.

“it’s okay baby, you can get on my nerves all you want.”

3K notes · View notes

madschiavelique · 9 months

Note

hii i love your work!

i was wondering if you could write a sensitive fem!reader x Miguel O’Hara x Peter B smut? peter is like a soft dom and miguel is a hard dom?

miguel of course says something a little to mean while fucking her from behind, and she starts to cry and peter is all like “miguel, you made her cry”

thank you 🙏🏼

OMG anon you don't know what this did to me

you just provoked my new addiction : i want to write so much more miguel x reader x peter now i'm OBSESSED (also tumblr was kinda bugging while i tried doing this post so i hope things will be alright fdvfbsef - and this is not proofread :D)

summary : miguel made you cry because he was mean as you were eiffel towered by him and Peter B.

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, hard dom!miguel o'hara, soft dom!peter b. parker, reader being eiffel towered (i'm french and feeling very patriotic on this one🥖), miguel being a bit too mean, overstimulation, pnv sex, sodomy, no use of Y/N word count : 1,2k

tag list : @fandom-ash

You whimpered once more, your whole body feeling electric and tired at the same time as you sank down shakily. Miguel was behind you, his warm breath landing on your ear as you felt his torso bulge against your back. Peter was facing you, kissing your shoulder as your breasts pressed against his chest.

You couldn't tell the time any more, whether it had been an hour or more that they were fucking you without stopping. Many orgasms had been reached, and your body was floating in this cloud of overstimulation. You were exhausted, at the end of your rope, with barely enough energy to lift your body and sink on both of their dicks buried in you.

Needing to regain your strength and rest both your thighs and your whole body, which had been in orgasmic succession, you rested for a moment, not moving as their two cocks stayed all warm in you.

"Did I say you could stop?" Miguel grunted against your back, his teeth grazing your skin as his hand rested on your thighs and squeezed your flesh between his massive fingers.

You let out a moan, your head falling back to rest in the crook of Miguel's neck.

"I can't," you breathed shakily, "it's too much."

You could feel the electricity coursing through your thighs, your body on fire, absolutely exhausted by the effort that had been required of you from the start.

"Come on sweetheart," Peter encouraged, caressing your cheek as he waited for you to continue. "You can do this."

You inhaled harshly, pressing down on your trembling thighs to rise again and continue. The knot forming in your body stretched from your lower stomach to the small of your back. The overload of sensation was heightening your sensitivity to the limit, both physically and mentally.

Your legs were tired, trying to bury yourself properly on them. One of your hands had found its place on Peter's shoulder, the other holding Miguel's thigh and allowing you to hold on better as you went back and forth.

"Is that the best you can do?" Miguel grumbled against your ear, both your faces covered in a light sheen of sweat.

One of his hands went to your hip, digging his fingers into your skin as he pushed even deeper and you let out a moan. The fatigue was getting hard to handle, all the sensations mixed together, their breaths, their voices, their words...

"If you can't do it right, I'll find someone who can".

This sentence stung you in the chest. All you were doing was trying to do your best for them, to make them feel good and have your share in it too. Were you really that incapable? Were you so incompetent that you didn't do anything for them? Were you really that useless?

"Watch your mouth," Peter warned, not necessarily condoning the crude words his partner had just uttered.

But it was too late, your heart clenched, your throat constricted as a ball formed in it. Your eyes burned, you would have preferred not to cry, but your nose stung so much in your abstinence that you ended up breaking. When the tears came, you lowered your head against Peter's shoulder, and they flowed hard and committed.

"Hey what's that," he said, feeling beads running down his skin that he knew wasn't sweat.

You didn't dare look at them, your hips still moving, your shame and discouragement oppressing your chest.

"Look at me," he asked softly as his hand came to rest on your cheek.

You looked up, your eyes unable to find his. But he placed his index finger like a hook under your chin to raise it, and your wet eyes met his.

"Oh no," he said, mouth half open, "bunny, are you crying?"

You immediately felt Miguel tense up, his hand suddenly much softer against your skin.

"What?" he asked, gently sliding his hand over your jaw in the hope of turning you towards him and seeing your face.

But you pulled away from his touch and buried your face in Peter's shoulder, not feeling strong enough to face Miguel's gaze.

"Miguel, you made her cry," Peter said, stroking your hair gently as Miguel's mouth fell open in surprise.

He hadn't realised the impact words like that could have on you, especially in this context. You had been so good to them, and you still are, their absolute dream. You are perfection itself, and Miguel would obviously never want to replace you with anyone else.

"Muñeca..." he murmured against your back as he came to kiss you tenderly, his hand caressing your hip.

Your tears were still flowing, your back shaking with little jolts of heartache and pleasure.

"Mírame," he asked gently, kissing the back of your neck.

You breathed in, lifting your wet cheeks from Peter's shoulder and turning to meet Miguel's face.

His eyes instantly became pained, pained to have been the one to cause this state. He would never, ever wish for anyone but you. He caressed your cheek, kissing the corner of your eyes and licking your wet skin.

"Please forgive me, amor," he whispered against your skin, "you know I never meant these words, right?"

Your chin trembled and Peter put his hand on your other cheek to wipe it clean.

"You're the only one we want," Miguel assured you, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're the most perfect thing that ever happened to us, and we would never want anybody else than you."

You sniffled, the sweet words he gave you pressing into your heart like a comforting balm. You loved them both so dearly, and it felt good to know that they did too.

"How are you feeling right now?" Peter asked, kissing your cheek softly.

You breathed in, still feeling the exhaustion weighing on your thighs and body.

"Like everything's too much," you managed to whisper, sniffing and swallowing.

"Do you think you can come just once more for us, nena?" Miguel asked, kissing your shoulder gently and stroking your thigh with his thumb.

The knot in your stomach was still tight, and it was almost painful not to get any relief from it.

"Mhm," you nodded as you pushed on your thighs again to raise them up.

Miguel's hands both came to grip your hip to guide you, helping you to sink and rise much more easily and sparing you a little pain in your thighs.

"You're so good for us," Peter breathed, kissing the crook of your neck lovingly, "you're doing such a good job, taking us like that."

Miguel kept pace with your hips, neither urging you on nor slowing you down. Both their warm breaths landed on your skin, whispering sweet, soft words that softened your heart and enveloped it in adoration.

Your moans began to multiply, vibrating in your throat a little more as you finally approached orgasm.

"Come for us, muñeca" encouraged Miguel.

And you came, your whole body shaking as if a bolt of lightning had struck your core and spread seismic waves of pleasure throughout its entirety.

You let your head rest against Miguel's chest, and he kissed your forehead gently.

"I knew you could do it," he whispered.

"You're our angel," Peter confirmed as he kissed your cheek.

2K notes · View notes

whoreforpeterparker · 1 year

Text

on my knees

Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.

"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.

This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other.

That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off. He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on.

"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.

His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.

Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.

Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good.

" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to" You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips.

You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good.

You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact.

"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"

"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.

Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan.

after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you.

"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks

#peter parker x reader #Smut #requests open #oneshot #spiderman #peter parker #x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #no way home #spiderman no way home #aunt may #nwh

5K notes · View notes

headkiss · 1 year

Note

hey can i pls request peter with a gf who’s scared of spiders??

hiii this idea is so cute i hope u like it (sorry it’s a shorter one!!) | 0.4k of fluff and a spider !

“Peter!” You all but shriek from the bathroom.

Being who he is, the hairs on his arms and that back of his neck raise, his senses dig deeper to find any sort of danger. He doesn’t feel anything. He runs to you all the same.

“Bug? What’s wrong?”

“There’s a spider on the wall,” you point, wrapped in your towel post-shower, which is enough to distract him for a moment.

“Just a spider?” He tries not to smile or laugh. He has to cover his mouth with his hand.

It’s ironic, you being so afraid of spiders and dating Spider-Man himself. What a trip. As much as he teases you for it, he can’t deny feeling proud of himself every time he takes a spider out of the apartment in a glass with a spare bit of paper held over the opening. He’s just happy to help you.

“It’s not ‘just’ a spider, Peter. It’s a huge one.”

You can't even bring yourself to look away from it. Like as soon as you look away, it’ll pounce on you.

“Okay. It’s fine, I’ll get it out.”

He rushes to grab his usual supplies, and walks over to the wall where the spider sits slowly, trying not to startle it. You hold your towel to yourself tightly, wince at the sight of the creature bugging you.

“It’s looking at me,” you say.

“‘Cause you’re pretty.”

“Peter.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m getting it.”

He places the cup over it carefully, and you let out a small squeal when it moves around inside.

The first time Peter had to save you from a spider, he was prepared to smush it with the nearest object he could find. He only didn’t because you’d stopped him saying, ‘don’t kill it! It’s your relative!’

He couldn’t hold in the laugh at that, though you genuinely sounded concerned. He just thinks you’re the cutest ever.

Now, he slides the paper beneath the cup, a technique he’s had to master especially while living with you, and begins to carry the spider away to the widow of your fire escape. As soon as it’s outside, he shuts the window and turns to look at you, still in your towel, shuffling on your feet and shivering just a bit.

“All done, bug,” he says, walking over to you and rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms for warmth. “How about you get dressed and we can watch a movie?”

You lean your head against his chest just for a moment, careful not to get his shirt wet with your hair, “thanks, Peter. Best boyfriend and spider remover ever.”

“Can I have an award for that?”

1K notes · View notes