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boypied

OUR GOOD BOY.

pairings: tom holland x male reader x taylor zakhar perez

summary: male reader is in a polyamourous couple and they decided to fuck him for being such a brat lately.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, threesome.

The sound of your moans were muffled by Tom's plump asscheeks as he sat down on your face, Taylor jerks your cock off trying to cause the third orgasm of the night. Your tongue dips back and forth into Tom's hole after it was filled up with cream from Taylor. It's almost like a cum-filled doughnut. Taylor's hand movements could make you cum in an instant but you were holding back, simply trying to make sure this lasts for as long as possible.

"Fuck!" your boyfriend Tom groans out as his pink-pucker gets tongue fucked by you, his eyes dart down to your pink tip leaking like a fountain. "Look how much!" Taylor groans out in ecstasy as you buck your hips up into his hand. "Fuck him!" Tom says with a smirk. Taylor drops his grasp from your cock. Taylor lines up his cock with your already loosened hole and slides himself back inside "perfect fit" he mumbles out, "thanks to me" Tom says.

Taylor begins to slowly slide himself back and forth, in and out of your wet hole. He was in complete awh as he watched it disappear in and out of your hole like it was some magic trick or a black hole that would suck anything in. He chuckled to himself as he wrapped his hand around your stiff twitching member giving it a couple light jerks before he starts to beat your cock to an inch of its life.

Your eyes flutter back as Tom's plump cheeks practically take over your entire face as they're so juicy, he was every tops dream except he loved fucking your hole so you didn't get the chance to fuck him often. Tom pulls his ass off your face and lines himself up with your cock and slowly sliding himself down on your pole bouncing on it for pleasure on both ends, "fuck! He's stiff isn't he!" Tom groans out to Taylor who completely ignores Tom and just continues pounding away at his hole.

Tom bounces on your cock for a good half-hour but would stop anytime he thought you were getting close to busting, but before you know it he pulls himself off your cock and he sits back down on your face, "eat it!" He says in his hot british accent so you obliged.

Tom flips himself over and pushes his cock into your mouth, feeling your throat take his entire length was the highlight of his entire existence, "p-perfect" he whimpers slightly as he begins to buck his hips back and forth in your mouth as your tongue slides back and forth against the backside of his shaft. Taylor begins to pound away at your hole. "Takin' it so well" he groans out as his cock hits your sweet spot for the hundredth time.

With each thrust of Tom's hips into your throat, it reveals his perfect glistenly wet hole to Taylor making his cock rock hard, they both utterly destroy your boy-pussy, your cunt, whatever you want to call it; it was destroyed. You've never felt so connected in this relationship, then you did right now. Both their cocks stiffened and twitched once more before they both busted their load inside your body, you swallowed all of Tom's load and took in every last drop of Taylors.

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please no more x fem readers on my feed plss, can a gay boy get more representation here

#peter parker x male reader #tom holland x male reader #gay #chasethebluetalks

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🕸️ 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 like I do

Sneaking your boyfriend into your apartment through the bedroom window seemed like a foolproof plan—until the morning after. keeping your relationship a secret suddenly becomes a lot harder than either of you expected. Maybe it’s time to stop sneaking around… if your roommate doesn’t figure it out first.

18+ Explicit Sexual Content mdni, porn/w plot, m!reader, Praise, Riding, Dirty Talk, Bottom!Peter

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Peter's text lit up your phone screen just after midnight: Coming over. Window's open? Barely five minutes passed before the familiar tap… tap… tap… sounded against your bedroom window. You crossed the room, slid the window open, and watched Peter climb inside with the effortless grace of someone who had made this trip far too many times.

You couldn’t stop smiling as he stepped forward, slipped his arms around your waist, and rested his forehead against yours.

“You know…” Peter murmured, absentmindedly tracing circles across your back. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“What is?” You looked up, giving him your full attention.

“Sneaking into your apartment.” He glanced toward the window before looking back at you with a crooked smile.

“You say that like you’re not climbing through my window voluntarily.” You nudged him gently with your finger.

“I am.” Peter chuckled, reaching back and rubbing his neck. “But it’d be nice to use the front door one day.”

“My roommate knows I have a boyfriend.” You sighed, letting your fingers trace along his chest. “Then what’s the problem?” Peter frowned, clearly missing the issue.

“You.” You pointed a finger at his chest again, fighting back another smile.“…Me?” He blinked, genuinely confused.

“If she finds out the guy she’s been hearing about has been living three floors above us this entire time…” You let the sentence trail off, already imagining the inevitable teasing.

Peter groaned dramatically, throwing an hand over his face as though he’d received devastating news. “I’ll never hear the end of it.” His muffled voice came from behind his hand.

“Exactly.” You nodded as if your case had been proven beyond all doubt. “So this is about protecting me?” Peter peeked at you from beneath his fingers, his grin already returning.

“Oh, absolutely.” You answered with the most innocent smile you could manage. Peter narrowed his eyes before breaking into a laugh. He reached over to lace his fingers with yours.

“Missed you,” Peter whispered, pulling you close. His lips found yours in a heated kiss, hands roaming your chest. You guided him to the bed, both of you moving with practiced silence to avoid waking your roommate across the apartment.

“Shh,” you whispered, putting a finger to your lips. “Roommate's asleep.”

Peter nodded, grabbed the lube from your nightstand drawer, and shoved his briefs down. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips while you lay back. You kicked off your own briefs, your cock standing stiff between you.

He slicked his fingers with lube, reached behind himself, and worked two digits into his hole, biting his lip to stay quiet. His breath came in short pants as he stretched himself open, then he poured more lube over your cock and lined you up.

Peter sank down slow. The head of your cock pushed past his rim, stretching him wide. He took every inch until his ass rested flush against your thighs. All of your cock was buried inside him. A low groan escaped before he bit his lip again.

He started riding. Up and down, his thighs flexing, his hole gripping your cock on every rise. The bed creaked once as Peter sped up. He froze, then moved slower, rolling his hips in tight circles so the motion stayed quiet. His cock bobbed with each bounce, slapping lightly against his stomach.

“Fuck... so good,” he breathed, rolling his hips in slow circles. Skin slapped softly against skin with each descent, his cock bouncing against your stomach.

“No one fucks me like you do,” Peter moaned quietly, leaning down to give you a kiss. You gripped his waist, guiding him deeper. Peter leaned forward, hands planted on your chest, and fucked himself harder on your cock. His hole clenched around you, slick and hot. Every thrust made a wet sound that you both tried to muffle with kisses.

He leaned back, changing the angle so your cock dragged over his prostate. His mouth fell open in a silent moan. Precum dripped from his cock onto your stomach. You reached down and stroked him in time with his riding, thumb circling the head.

Peter's pace quickened, his ass slapping against your hips. He clenched hard around your cock, body shaking as he came. Thick ropes of cum shot across your stomach and chest. The sight pushed you over; you thrust up once, twice, and unloaded deep inside him, filling the condom.

He stayed seated on you, both of you catching your breath in the dark. Peter finally lifted off, his cum dripping down your stomach. He wiped it with his discarded briefs, then crawled under the blanket beside you, already half-asleep.

The next morning, a loud knock jolted you awake. "Hey, you up?" your roommate called, jiggling the locked doorknob.

Your eyes snapped open, and beside you Peter’s did the same, both of you instantly alert. Peter startled beside you, both of you scrambling in a tangle of sheets.

“Why’s your door locked?” she called through the wood, giving the handle another twist.

“My roommate,” you breathed, already throwing the blankets aside. “Oh no,” Peter echoed, sitting upright so quickly he nearly tangled himself in the sheets.

The doorknob rattled harder. “You never lock your door!” your roommate complained, knocking again.

“What do I do?” Peter hissed, frantically looking around the room as if another exit might magically appear. “You leave,” you whispered, pointing toward the window.

“Through the window?” Peter asked, glancing between the glass and you. “How else?” you muttered, already hurrying across the room to unlatch it. “I don’t know! Teleport?” Peter joked weakly as he scrambled out of bed.

“You don’t have that power,” you shot back, pulling the window open. “Would be useful right now,” he grumbled, tugging his black briefs back on as fast as humanly possible.

Another sharp knock made you both jump.

“Hello?” your roommate asked suspiciously, leaning closer to the door.

You shoved the window open the rest of the way while Peter climbed onto the windowsill with practiced ease. Just as he shifted his weight outside, he leaned back toward you with a grin.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, grabbing the front of his shirt before he could move. “Kiss goodbye?” Peter asked hopefully, tilting his head toward you. “Peter!” you hissed, trying—and failing—not to smile.

“You need to leave,” you insisted, trying not to laugh despite the situation. “I’ll text you,” Peter promised, flashing one last smile. “You’d better,” you replied before finally pushing him away.

With one last wave, Peter crawled out onto the brick wall, sticking to it effortlessly before disappearing toward the fire escape. You exhaled slowly, and forced yourself to look as though you’d been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.

After unlocking the door, you pulled it open. Your roommate stood there with a coffee mug in one hand, immediately looking you over from head to toe.

“You okay?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m fine,” you answered a little too quickly, stepping into the doorway to block her view of your room.

She tilted her head. “You look… out of breath,” she observed, studying your flushed face.

“I was… cleaning,” you improvised, gesturing vaguely over your shoulder.

She slowly peeked around you toward the room.“…At eight in the morning?” she asked skeptically.

“Yep,” you replied with an awkward smile.

“Huh.” She hummed unconvinced as her gaze drifted toward the still-open window.“…Sounded like a zoo in there,” she added, crossing her arms.

“There was a spider,” you blurted, the excuse leaving your mouth before you could think of anything better.

“A… spider?” she repeated, one eyebrow climbing higher.

“Yep,” you nodded far too enthusiastically.

“You made that much noise because of a spider?” she asked, clearly unconvinced.

“It was…” You paused, searching desperately for something believable. “…a big spider.”

She folded her arms tighter across her chest. “I’m not buying this,” she said flatly.

“Nope. Definitely just a spider,” you insisted, nodding so hard it probably made things worse.

“You didn’t kill it, did you?” she asked, her expression softening just a little.

“What?” you blinked, momentarily forgetting the lie.

“The spider,” she clarified. “You know I hate killing them.”

Relief flooded through you. “Oh! No, of course not,” you assured her, pointing toward the open window. “Put it outside. Safe and sound.” Your eyes betrayed you for just a split second, flicking toward the window before returning to her face.

She caught it immediately. “…Right,” she said slowly, clearly filing that away. After a long moment, she sighed. “I’m choosing to believe you,” she decided, though her smile suggested otherwise. “You should,” you replied, trying your best to sound confident. She turned toward the kitchen before pausing halfway down the hall.

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Another one thank you 🙂‍↕️

chasetheblue

gay peter parker is all i need

sonnycampbellsmith

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Male Reader, Joaquín Torres x Male Reader (mentioned)

Synopsis: You try to continue the normalcy in your life as Black Cat after spending a week in the safe house with Joaquín. Of course it’s a little difficult to run away from your feelings when you keep running into other heroes, specifically Shang-Chi

Tags: fluff, slight angst, smút with plot, smitten Shang-Chi, pining Shang-Chi, top Shang-Chi, bottom reader

Reader is Black Cat. Reader is Felicia Hardy’s brother. Reader has white hair. No use of Y/N.

Part 1, Part 2

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Look all I’m saying is that you have to be more careful when you’re working with the heroes. The Kingpin isn’t going to think twice before turning you into a lesson.”

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After Doctor Strange’s spell erased Peter Parker from the world’s memory, the one person he loved most forgot him too. Trying to move forward, you begin a new life at ESU, carrying an unshakable feeling that something is missing. When a chance encounter at a college party introduces you to a shy student named Peter Parker, the connection between you is immediate—even if neither of you can explain why. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.3k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home, Memory Loss, Second Chance Romance, Friends to Lovers (Again), Relearning Each Other, Slow Burn, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Dates, First Kiss (Again), Lots of Yearning, Soft Peter Parker, Domestic Feelings, Eventual Happy Ending

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Peter had spent weeks telling himself he could live with this.

He’d done it once already—watched the world forget him, watched MJ look through him without recognition, watched Ned smile politely like they were strangers. He’d survived that.

Then there was you.

The first time he’d spotted you crossing ESU’s campus, the world had seemed to stop around him.

You were weaving through the crowd with your backpack hanging off one shoulder, your head tilted back as you laughed at something another student had said. The sound carried across the courtyard, familiar enough to make his chest tighten.

He stopped walking so abruptly someone collided with his shoulder.

Peter barely registered the annoyed voice. “Sorry,” he muttered automatically, his eyes never leaving you as you disappeared into the sea of students.

You were okay, You were alive. You just… didn’t remember him.

For days, Peter settled for watching from a distance.

He’d catch glimpses of you between classes, sitting outside the student union with a coffee, laughing with classmates he’d never met. Every time he thought about walking over, his feet locked in place.

What if seeing him only confused you?

What if…

The questions chased each other in circles until he convinced himself the safest thing—for both of you—was to stay away.

Then someone invited him to a party.

Peter almost didn’t go.

Music rattled the walls of the off-campus house, bass vibrating through the floorboards as students squeezed shoulder to shoulder through every room.

Peter lingered near the doorway with a red plastic cup in his hand, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

His eyes wandered around the room.

Then they found you.

You were standing exactly where he’d expected.

Just leaning against the wall with a drink resting loosely in your hand, quietly watching everyone else enjoy themselves. Every so often you’d smile to yourself at something happening across the room before your gaze drifted somewhere else.

Peter couldn’t help smiling.

Some things never change.

He remembered another party—months ago, before the spell—where he’d found you hiding in almost the exact same way. Back then he’d teased you for people-watching instead of dancing.

The memory made his chest ache.

He should leave, He’d already seen enough.

He turned toward the front door. His feet refused to move.

“…Seriously,” Peter muttered under his breath, shaking his head at himself. A quiet laugh escaped him as he looked back in your direction. “You’re gonna make me do this?”

As if answering for him, his legs carried him across the room before his brain had a chance to object.

By the time he realized what he was doing, he was standing beside you.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Peter lifted his cup, taking a quick sip more to give himself something to do with his hands than because he was thirsty.

“Nice party?” The words came out a little too quickly. He coughed softly, lowering the cup as an awkward smile crept onto his face.

You glanced over at him before looking back toward the crowd. A small laugh escaped you.

“Yeah.” You nodded toward a group attempting to dance on the coffee table. “Depends on your definition of ‘nice,’ I guess.”

Peter followed your gaze, smiling despite himself.

“…That’s fair.”

Another quiet silence settled between you.

You studied him from the corner of your eye, your brow knitting together slightly.

“…Do I know you?” The question left your mouth carefully, almost apologetically, as though you were worried it might come across the wrong way. You shifted your cup between your hands and offered a small, embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I just… you look really familiar.”

Peter had been taking another sip.

He immediately choked.

“What?” He coughed into his fist, eyes widening as he looked at you. A few drops splashed onto the floor, and he quickly wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

“Oh my God.” You winced. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No—” Peter laughed between coughs, waving his free hand dismissively as he caught his breath. “No, you’re okay.”

“I just…” You looked at him again, this time a little longer. There was something oddly comforting about his face, something you couldn’t quite place. “I really feel like I’ve seen you before.”

Peter’s heart squeezed painfully inside his chest.

You have.

More times than either of you could ever count.

“We have a class together,” he said after a moment, forcing a smile that he hoped looked more convincing than it felt. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ignore the ache growing behind his ribs. “Biochemistry.”

Your eyes lit up with recognition.

“…Do we?”

Peter couldn’t help laughing.

“Yeah.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I usually sit in the back.”

“Huh.” You laughed quietly to yourself before taking another sip of your drink. “Guess I need to pay more attention.”

The two of you stood there for another moment before Peter shifted his cup into his other hand and extended the now-free one toward you.

“I’m Peter.” His fingers twitched with nervous energy as he waited, hoping you couldn’t see how much the moment meant to him.

You looked down at his hand before taking it without hesitation.

You introduced yourself with an easy smile, your grip warm against his.

The second your hand settled into his, Peter felt his breath catch.

It was only a handshake to you.

To Peter…

It was something else entirely

A week later, class ended nearly fifteen minutes early.

The professor dismissed everyone with a reminder about next week’s quiz before the lecture hall erupted into movement. Chairs scraped across the floor, conversations overlapped, and backpacks were slung over shoulders as students poured into the hallway.

You had barely zipped your bag shut before Peter appeared beside you.

“Hey.” Peter fell into step next to you, adjusting the strap of his backpack as though he’d timed his exit perfectly. A small smile tugged at his lips when you looked over.

“Hey.” You returned the smile, nudging the lecture hall door open with your shoulder before stepping into the crowded hallway. “You heading to your next class?”

“You heading to literature?” Peter asked instead, glancing over as students squeezed around the two of you. He shifted closer to avoid getting separated in the crowd.

“Yeah.” You nodded, weaving around a group of freshmen gathered in the middle of the hallway. “Unfortunately.”

“I’ll walk with you.” Peter said it so naturally it almost sounded like he wasn’t asking at all. He tucked both hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he matched your pace.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye before letting out a quiet laugh.

“You usually do.” A grin spread across your face as you stepped outside, the cool autumn air replacing the stuffiness of the lecture hall.

Peter’s smile widened.

“…I do.” He laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment before letting his hand fall again. “Guess I’ve gotten predictable.”

The conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm as the two of you crossed campus together. Fallen leaves drifted across the sidewalks while students scattered in every direction, some hurrying toward class while others lingered on the grass enjoying the afternoon.

Peter stole another glance at you.

You were talking about your literature professor, complaining about an essay due at the end of the week.

He wasn’t listening.

Instead, he found himself watching the way your hands moved when you spoke, the little smile that appeared whenever you joked.

Just ask.

His heart immediately disagreed.

What if he say’s no?

He won’t.

Halfway across the quad, Peter slowed to a stop.

“…Actually.”

The single word came out quieter than he’d intended.

You noticed immediately.

Turning around, you stopped a few steps ahead of him.

“What?” You adjusted your backpack higher onto your shoulder before taking a step back toward him. “Everything okay?”

Peter stood there for a second with both hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie. His thumbs rubbed anxiously against the fabric inside as he searched for the words he’d rehearsed a dozen different ways.

“Can we…” He exhaled through his nose before trying again. “…Uh…”

You tilted your head, waiting patiently.

“Pete?” A small smile crept onto your face as you watched him struggle.

“If this is about studying…” You let out a laugh, folding your arms loosely across your chest. “…I think we’ve studied enough for the semester.”

Peter couldn’t help laughing too.

The nervous sound escaped him before he could stop it, his shoulders relaxing just enough to make him shake his head.

“No.” He looked down at the sidewalk with an embarrassed smile, nudging a loose leaf with the toe of his sneaker.

“No?” You raised an eyebrow, amused.

“No.” Peter looked back up, meeting your eyes for only a second before glancing away again. “I wanted to know…” He swallowed. “…if you had anything planned later.”

“Later?” You shifted your weight onto one leg, your curiosity replacing the teasing look on your face.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded quickly. “Like… tonight.”

You thought about it for a second.

“I’m actually free.” You shrugged lightly. “Why?”

Peter visibly relaxed. “Oh.” His shoulders dropped, and the breath he’d apparently been holding left him in one quiet exhale.

“‘Oh?’” You smiled, taking a small step closer. “What was that for?”

“I just…” Peter rubbed the back of his neck again, laughing awkwardly at himself. “…I thought you might already have plans.”

“What’d you want to do?” You asked, watching his face with growing amusement.

He looked at you. For just a moment, the sounds of campus seemed to fade into the background.

“Did you…” His voice caught, forcing him to clear his throat before trying again. “…Did you want to get something to eat later?”

The question hung between you.

“Sure.”

Peter stared. “…Really?”

“Really.” You laughed at how genuinely surprised he sounded. “Were you expecting me to say no?”

“I…” Peter blinked again before letting out a breathless laugh. “…Honestly? I hadn’t thought that far.”

A comfortable silence settled between you.

Then your smile turned just a little more playful.

“So…” You rocked back on your heels, watching Peter carefully. “…Is this like… a date, or…?”

Peter’s brain immediately short-circuited.

“I mean—it can be—if you want—I wasn’t trying to—I mean I was—but if you don’t think—I just thought maybe we could—and—”

His hands came flying out of his hoodie pocket as he talked, gesturing helplessly while every sentence collided with the next.

You laughed, the sound bright enough to make Peter smile without even realizing it.

“I’ll see you later, Pete.” You gave him a small wave before turning toward the humanities building.

Peter remained exactly where he was, watching the door swing shut behind you.

A slow smile spread across his face.

He stood there for another few seconds before quietly pumping his fist in celebration.

“Yes.”

An older professor walking past gave him a strange look.

Peter immediately cleared his throat, straightened his backpack, and started walking in the opposite direction as if absolutely nothing had happened.

The diner Peter picked wasn’t anything special.

A little place tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore just off campus, its neon OPEN sign flickering against the evening sky. Through the windows you could see a handful of students crowded into booths, the smell of fresh fries and coffee drifting out every time someone opened the door.

Peter held it open for you. “After you.” He stepped aside with a small smile, gesturing toward the entrance. You walked in, looking around the cozy diner before glancing back at him.

“I thought we were going somewhere fancy.” You teased him as the hostess grabbed two menus from behind the counter.

Peter laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I considered it.” He followed the hostess toward a booth near the window. “Then I remembered I’m a broke college student.”

You let out a laugh as you slid into the booth across from him.

The waitress appeared a moment later, taking your drink orders before disappearing toward the kitchen.

For a second, neither of you reached for the menus.

“So…” Peter leaned back against the booth, crossing his arms with an exaggerated look of confidence. “…You’re popular.”

“I’m friendly,” you leaned back as well, matching Peter. “There’s a difference.”

By the time your food arrived, the conversation had wandered from professors to childhood pets, terrible roommates, favorite movies, and the questionable quality of dorm coffee.

Peter found himself smiling more than speaking.

Not because he had nothing to say.

Because he kept catching little pieces of the person he’d fallen in love with.

The way you absentmindedly stole one of his fries without asking.

“…Hey.”

You looked up innocently, a fry halfway to your mouth.

“What?”

Peter stared at you for a moment before laughing.

“You always do that.”

You paused.

“…Always?”

His smile faltered for the briefest second.

“I mean…” Peter cleared his throat, reaching for his soda. “…People do that.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“I’m usually better at this.”

Peter groaned, covering his face with one hand.

“I don’t know…” You stole another fry from his plate with a grin. “…Seems pretty on brand.”

Peter looked down at the missing fry before shaking his head.

The rest of dinner slipped by almost unnoticed. The waitress refilled your drinks twice.

Neither of you realized how much time had passed until she walked over holding the check.

“You guys know we’ve been closed for…” She glanced toward the clock hanging above the register before smiling. “…Almost twenty minutes?”

Both of you looked around. The diner was empty. The chairs had been stacked on every table except yours.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“I’m so sorry.” You immediately reached for your wallet. “We didn’t even notice.”

The waitress laughed, waving the apology away. “Happens more often than you’d think.” She set the check on the table. “You two looked like you were having a good time. We didn’t want to interrupt.”

Peter and you exchanged an awkward glance before both smiling.

“…Yeah,” Peter admitted quietly.

Outside, the evening air had turned cooler.

The campus glowed beneath rows of streetlights as the two of you started the walk back toward the dorms.

Neither of you hurried.

Every few minutes one of you would think of something else to talk about, stretching the walk a little longer.

Peter realized something halfway back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much.

Not since…

Before Stephens spell.

Before losing the people he loved.

He looked over at you as you animatedly complained about the professor who somehow managed to turn every lecture into a three-hour story.

You caught him staring. “What?”

Peter smiled to himself. “…Nothing.” He shook his head.

Because now, he was earning it all over again.

“I’m just…” He looked ahead again, the smile never leaving his face. “…I’m really glad you said yes.”

You smiled back without even thinking.

The rest of the walk passed comfortably, filled with easy conversation and the occasional joke that left both of you smiling.

Before long, your dorm building came into view. Neither of you said anything about it.

Instead, your pace unconsciously slowed until you found yourselves standing beneath the glow of the entrance lights.

“…So.” Peter shifted his weight onto one foot, slipping both hands into the pocket of his hoodie as though he suddenly didn’t know what to do with them.

“So.” You mirrored his smile, rocking back slightly on your heels instead of reaching for the door behind you.

Another silence settled between you.

It wasn’t awkward.

If anything, it felt like both of you were silently hoping the other would think of one more reason to stay.

“I had a really good time.” Peter looked down briefly before meeting your eyes again. The corners of his mouth lifted into an earnest smile that reached his eyes. “I’m glad you came.”

“I had a good time too.” You smiled back without hesitation. “Better than I expected.”

Peter laughed. “wow.”

You smiled at each other again. Then your expression grew more thoughtful.“…Can I ask you something?”

Peter’s smile faded a little bit. “Of course.” He gave a small nod, watching you carefully.

You hesitated, trying to find the right words.

“Have we… met before college?” Your brow furrowed slightly as you searched his face. “Not here. Somewhere else.”

Peter’s heart lurched. His fingers curled tighter inside the pocket of his hoodie.

“What makes you ask?” His voice remained steady, though he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

“I don’t know.” You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, glancing toward the ground. “This is going to sound weird.”

“It won’t.”

You looked back up. “Sometimes…” You paused, trying to explain something you barely understood yourself. “Sometimes you’ll say something, and before you even finish, I already know what you’re going to say.”

Peter didn’t move.

“And when you smile at me…” Your voice softened almost to a whisper. “It feels… familiar.”

The word hung between you.

“I know that doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does.” Peter answered quietly, the response leaving his mouth before he could stop it. His eyes never left yours, filled with a sadness you couldn’t quite place.

Your head tilted slightly. “It does?”

He swallowed. “I think…” He smiled, though there was something bittersweet behind it. “Sometimes you meet someone who just feels like they’ve always been part of your life.”

You searched his face for a long moment.

“…Yeah.”

Neither of you looked away. The distance between you suddenly felt much smaller.

You weren’t sure who moved first. Maybe Peter leaned in, maybe you did. Maybe it happened so naturally there wasn’t a first move at all.

Your foreheads brushed together for the briefest moment before your lips met.

The kiss was slow and careful. Neither of you rushed it, as if both of you were quietly asking permission with every passing second.

The world seemed to fall away. The traffic beyond campus, the distant laughter, the wind.

Everything disappeared.

The moment your lips touched, something inside you stirred.

A strange sense of coming home.

When you finally pulled away, you stayed close enough that your noses almost brushed.

Peter’s eyes remained closed for another heartbeat, a small smile spreading across his face before he realized he was smiling at all.

“…Just like the first time.” The words escaped in a whisper, so quiet he almost didn’t hear himself say them.

You blinked.

Your brows pulled together. “The first time?” You blinked at him, confusion replacing the smile on your face as you searched his expression.

Peter’s eyes flew open. Panic flashed across his features.

Peter’s eyes widened. “I—” He let out a nervous laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “I mean… first dates. That’s how they always end in movies, right?” The excuse sounded weak even to his own ears, and the embarrassed grin spreading across his face only made it more obvious.

You narrowed your eyes, clearly unconvinced.

Peter groaned, dropping his head. A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. Peter joined in a second later, the tension easing between you.

“I’ll let it slide.” You smiled, taking a slow step backward toward the dorm entrance. “This time.”

“I appreciate that.” Peter smiled warmly, watching you reach for the door.

“Goodnight, Pete.” You slipped inside, offering one last smile before the door closed behind you.

Peter remained where he was, staring at the entrance long after you disappeared.

His fingers drifted unconsciously to his lips. The kiss had been different. New, yet somehow exactly the same.

For the first time in months, the ache in his chest felt a little lighter. Peter allowed himself one impossible hope. Somewhere beneath the spell… Your heart was finding its way back to him.

martian-super-acid

i really like boys in a gay way

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─ 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ´-

peter parker x male reader

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: you've been crushing on peter the moment he moved into the apartment opposite. one drunken night leads to the most mindblowing sex of your life.

𝙵𝙳𝙽𝙸 + 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ─ “𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: unprotected sex, breeding, drunken sex, rough anal sex, spanking. no movie spoilers!!

Peter moved into the apartment opposite you about four months ago now, and that has been the most excruciating four months of your entire life. Not because he's a horrible person or he's gross but because he is perfect. Peter Parker is perfect. At least to you anyway, you and him have talked for hours about Star Wars and Science even though you aren't normally into those things but he's is just so compelling and he gets so excited when he talks about it that you can't not love those things too.

You often invite him over for dinner because you've been catching him seeming quite sad lately, but you can't figure out why, and you tried asking him about it before and it's clearly quite a touchy subject because he shut that down immediately. He also doesn't seem to have any friends. He's always alone which is partially why you started talking to him to begin with but also because you thought he was super cute, which you weren't wrong about.

but lately... I think I give him big feelings.

You had a ton of people round your apartment for a new years eve party and you of course invited him and after he had a couple drinks, he would not stop staring at you but not in a creep way, in a way that he wanted you and needed you. You couldn't not notice his kind eyes and sweet smile from across the room. After you picked up on that you spent the rest of the night with him talking and getting to know eachother and Peter really opened up to you. Like a lot. Like opened up to the point you knew his third grade teacher which sounds insane but you found it sweet.

It wasn't until people started leaving and it was just the two of you left in your apartment that things got a bit... hot!

"I should probably head out," Peter says softly as you both stand up from our chairs and are now quite close. You both stand in silence, but it's comfortable silence. Peter's eyes drop down to your lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words fell away, and the silence stayed comfortable. You bite your lip slightly until both your eyes are locked against one another, "...fuck this," you mumble quietly as you lean in, wrapping your hand around the back of Peter's neck as you gently press your lips against his own.

Peter immediately pulls away, his breathing heavy. He takes one deep breath as his pupils dilate, and then he takes the lead. He smashes his lips back against your own as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer against his body, closing the gap between the two of you. The apartment is silent except the sound of both your breathings and quiet soft moans.

Peter's pulse is racing. This is the most alive he has felt in months. Feeling the warmth of another person against him. He needed more. He needed this man like he's never needed anyone before.

You both pull away from the kiss, and there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you. A mutual understanding of what is about to go down. Both your pulses are racing as you waste no time pulling eachothers clothes off, exposing echothers bodies for the very first time. You slide your hands down Peter's surprisingly ripped body. "what the fuck!" You gasp in pure shock with a huge smirk on your face and Peter can't help but laugh as he pulls you close to him and lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into your bedroom. "This the right room?" He asks softly as he kisses your chest, and you nod with a giggle.

He lays you down on the bed and unbuckled your belt and slides it off you in one swift motion, leaving you impressed. He pulls your shorts down and your underwear leaving you completely naked in his gaze. You lean up on your forearms as he stands between your legs as he strips naked in the most sexual way possible, and you're certainly happy about that. He is right out of arms-reach, naked. The moonlight passes through your window and bathing his body in it. You can't help but stare in pure lust at how good he looks. Your eyes travel down his body until you meet his cock.

"Wow," you quietly mumble to yourself. "Talk about boyfriend dick," you think as you stare at his perfectly sized cock.

He climbs on top of your body, and you instinctly wrap your legs around his waist. He presses his body completely on yours. You bite your lip, enjoying the weight of him and the warmth of him against you. "You like what you see" he coos out in your ear and leaves you completely flustered which makes him laugh as he kisses along your soft jawline. You feel his pre-cum soaked tip pressed against your asshole.

"It's been a while since I...you know." You mumble quietly to him and Peter smiles softly, "same." and you both let out a smile that shows how safe you are both feeling.

"I'll be gentle" he whispers in your ear as he leans back and grabs the base of his dick lining it up with your asshole, he spits down and rubs his tip against you as he slowly thrusts in, inch by inch you open up around him as his cock stretches you wider. "P-Peter!" You gasp as he pushes the entirety of his dick inside you as you moan in pure bliss, and he trails kisses along your jawline. "Breath baby," he whispers.

Peter's hips move back and forth in a slow, gentle way, making sure not to hurt you. His tip hitting your sweet spot, sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Your cock leaking like crazy as you both make out, his tongue sliding against yours. The taste of him, the feeling of his cock, his body on top of yours are all things driving you crazy, giving you big feelings.

Your stomach in knots, still not truly believing that this is actually happening. Peter Parker deep in your guts. Your hand slides up against his cheek, and you tangle in his hair as he thrusts back and forth. Peter continues to let out quiet grunts and groans, but nothing compares to how loud you are being. "P-PETER!" You gasp out as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. He is fucking you in a continuous motion with the biggest smirk plastered across his face and it's the cockiest but also sexiest you've ever seen him look. His curls flop down in his face and he flicks them away as he pushes down on your stomach slightly.

You aren't sure where this came from but something just came over Peter, a certain sureness and confidence. He pulled out and rolled you onto your stomach as he hikes you up and slaps your ass leaving a handprint as he wastes no time but immediately slides back into the warmth of your asshole. "PETER!" You gasp out with a laugh that quickly turns into a moan. "What? Didn't you like that?" He asks as he pulls you up and whispers in your ear, "...you did, didn't you?" He says as he nibbles your ear which causes your eyes to immediately roll back.

Peter reaches around your body and wraps his hand around the tip of your cock and begins to move his hand back and forth, jerking you off while making sure to match the rhythm as he fucks you like no other. "Cum for me" he whispers as he kisses your neck and you can't help but shoot all over your bedspread as he continues fucking you. His thrusts become faster and faster until you feel the warmth of his cum fill you up, "m-mhmm" he groans out quietly.

He slowly pulls out and his cum pours out with it. You both lay down in the bed and you turn as you see Peter walk out the room and you expect to hear your front door open and close next but you watch Peter walk back in and clean you up with a towel. He climbs in the bed next to you and the warmth of your duvet covers you both. "Most guys would just leave" you say quietly as you turn to face him and Peter just smiles, "I think we both needed this more then we realised." He says as he pulls you closer to him and you both drift off to sleep, in the warmth and safety of eachothers arms.

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