ladybug. biochem major. chronically online. hates parties. horror movies + rom coms. barista. physical media lover. bootcut jeans. wired headphones. spidey's #1 fan ˎˊ˗
spideyfan!reader who first saw spider-man when she was 15, flipping through tv channels at a sleepover. her and her friends spent the rest of the night scouring the internet for any videos, articles, or blog posts about this mystery man. since then, she’s been known to her friends as the #1 spider-man fanatic. she moved to new york city for college. partially because of her interest in biochemistry and empire state university’s extensive program, but also because she’s still got her teenage crush on a certain superhero.
spideyfan!reader who walks into her on campus dorm and is surprised to see it already half moved into. gwen stacy greets her with an excited smile and a handshake. gwen introduces her to cindy, mary jane, and felicia at a coffee shop on campus, where she quickly applies for and lands a job as a barista.
spideyfan!reader who is caught off guard when she meets peter parker in class. her lab partner is not only one of the smartest classmates she’s had, but also has got to have the worst work ethic she’s ever encountered. it’s ok though, at least he’s cute. they exchange numbers pretty quickly and soon texts about chemical compounds change to invites to meet up to watch movies or get ice cream.
spideyfan!reader who spends her time making coffee, writing letterboxd reviews, working on school projects, pretending to enjoy the parties felicia drags her to, or freaking out about spider-man’s most recent escapades. she jokes about taking more risky dark walks home in the future. she’s joking… probably.
who is paired with ...
📸 peter parker
bug boy. beat up converse. skater. handwritten notes. first aid kits. spider-man socks. photographer. superhero band-aids. honor roll but always late to class. saving the day ˎˊ˗
peter parker who was born and raised in queens, and has about 17 i heart NY shirts from over the course of his life. he was bitten by a radioactive spider at 15, and since then has been figuring out how to use his powers and still live as a “regular” person.
peter parker who sees her before she sees him, when he went to find gwen about borrowing textbooks. he spots her inside of the café, laughing about something with her friends, and he turns right back around. when he meets her again in class, he almost falls off his chair. when he finds out how she’s head over heels for him (well, for spider-man), he decides it must be fate.
peter parker who keeps a first aid kit under his bed, nestled next to his suit, a photo of his parents, and his old phone with a voice message from uncle ben on it. ned calls it his “treasure trove”. it’s covered by a red sweatshirt haphazardly shoved under the mattress. when she comes over to watch a movie, he has to fix up his room a bit and decides to shove everything from the floor into his closet. ned is faced with a mountain of fabric when he tries to change the next day.
peter parker who can be found playing video games, swinging through nyc, hogging the back booth at the daily grind, skating around campus, or somehow tripping over his own shoelaces.
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A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on part one!! The amount of followers I've gained from that alone made my heart grow 3 sizes. Everyone has been so sweet to me I don't deserve it muah muah muah!
Word Count: 4.6k
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Summary: After Peter and the reader have hot phone sex while she's away he tells her that this is just the beginning and she'll get the rest when she gets home. Well, now she's home.
Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) Full of dirty smut, oral (f+m receiving), pet names, Dom!Peter, praise kink, mild daddy kink.
You stood outside the door to you and Peter's apartment, key in hand. You closed your eyes and tried to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. You weren't wearing any panties under your skirt, just as he told you. You made sure everything you had on was easily removable. A tight low-cut black long sleeve, no bra, tucked into a delicate long skirt with a slit that goes dangerously high.
You held your breath just a bit as you pushed your key into the lock and opened the door. Stepping in, you didn't see Peter anywhere. You slipped your shoes off at the door and waited for a moment. No Peter. A smile spread on your face as you realized he was waiting in the bedroom for you.
Carrying your bag across your apartment down the hall you were surprised to hear the clicking of keys on a keyboard. You walked into your bedroom and Peter was sitting at his desk clicking away on the computer.
"Hey," he said without lifting his head away from his work.
"Hey, Pete." You force a smile, expecting a bigger reaction. You were only gone a week, but even without the promise of sex Peter would usually get up and kiss you hello.
He looks up at you finally. "Flight okay?"
"Mmhm" you smile walking towards the bed, setting your bag on it. You turned your back to Peter and unzipped it. He probably just got caught up in Spider-Man stuff. It happens.
"I'm gonna unpack my bag and then I'll get out of your hair." You sighed.
Suddenly you felt hands on your waist behind you, and Peter's breath on your neck.
"You're so easy to toy with." You could hear the smirk in his voice as he brushed your hair away from your neck. "You really thought I'd forget, Angel?" He started peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he pulled you in and pressed his chest into your back. "Get your bag off the bed."
"Why?" You loved playing the innocent game.
Peter reached around you, his lips still on your neck, and grabbed your bag. He then dropped it on the floor.
"Because sweetheart, I'm about to fuck you dumb and I don't want it getting in the way."
You leaned back against him as your knees went weak. He was more than happy to use one arm to hold you by the waist, while the other slowly slipped up your thigh. His fingers trailed up, up, up, and into the slit of your skirt. His fingers brushed against the skin of your hip and you felt him smile once more against your shoulder.
"You did what I asked. No panties." His kisses traveled up your shoulder into the tender crook of your neck. His lips brushed against your ear and he whispered.
"Good girl."
You whimpered and leaned into his touch on your waist. God you loved when he said that. You heard it last night but over the phone isn't the same as having him there, pressed up against you, making you a whimpering mess before you've even taken anything off. His fingers tickled your sides as they gathered up your skirt in a bunch, just high enough so you were covered in the front and your ass hung out just a tiny bit. He stuffed both hands under the bunched-up material and got two fistfuls of your ass. His hands took the side of your hips and pressed you back against his own. You felt a bulge press against your bottom and bit your lip in anticipation. You turned your face back to Peter.
You only turned your head, his body still pressed against your back. When he saw you biting your lip he swiftly moved his hand up and pushed his thumb on your chin, making you release it from your teeth.
"Don't bite your lip, you know what it does to me." He moved his thumb from your chin to your bitten lip. "Who's lip is this?"
You looked up at him through your lashes. "Yours" you giggled.
His free hand got another fistful of your behind.
"And who owns this ass?" He growled in your ear.
Keeping that same innocent face you replied. "You do daddy"
"God, I missed you." he groaned spinning you around and picking you up by the backs of your thighs. You quickly wrapped your legs around him. He tangled his left hand in your hair, only needing his right to keep you up. "You're so good to me, Bunny." he smiled before kissing your lips. You did that for a few moments, just kissing passionately while he held you up like you were nothing. You felt his grip change slightly and he gave your bottom lip a gentle tug with his teeth, proving his point from earlier. He backed himself to the bed and sat down so you were straddling him. His lips found their way to your jaw, placing small wet kisses and professing his love between each one ‘Love you so much Bunny’ ‘Look so pretty today baby’ ‘Doin so good for me honey’…
Each sweet nothing had you whimpering in his lap, grinding against him. Begging for more.
He noticed and got to work unzipping your skirt down the back. It only went down an inch or two before getting stuck.
He growled a bit before piping up.
“Hey Bunny?”
”Mmhm?” you cooed.
”Where’d you get this?”
The question threw you off a bit. “Mmm the little store on 31st.”
”Mkay.” he smiled. “I’ll get you a new one tomorrow.” He reached both hands behind you and ripped the fabric apart, leaving you in only your tight shirt. His display of his strength only made you needier.
He went back to giving you gentile kisses on your neck, one of his hands drifted from your ass to between your legs. He just barely grazed underneath you with his fingertips, but it was enough to make you grind down on his hand. Your reaction seemed to please him and so he started rubbing small circles over your sensitive bud.
"So wet for me Princess. You miss me that bad? Tell me about it."
You let out a pretty moan in his ear as a thank you for all the touch and praises. Kissing the side of his face and giving him those begging whimpers and sweet words he wanted so bad.
”Oh thank y-you daddy. Feels so good.“
He slid his fingers back and gently pressed at your entrance. He pulled his face away from yours. You wiggled, trying to push him into you.
”Uh-uh. Look at me.” he chastised.
Ignoring your instincts you ceased your wiggling and looked into his eyes.
”Mmh so pretty.” He cooed, sliding his middle and index finger inside you.
You put your hands on his shoulders for support and let yourself rock against his hand. His long fingers curled inside you as he slowly pumped in and out. The base of his palm was perfect for getting some friction on your clit.
“Barely even doing anything and you’re a wet mess on top of me. What am I gonna do you with you, Dove?”
His fingers picked up pace, making you tighten around him. Your neediness grew and your hips began to move sloppily.
”You gonna cum, Princess?”
You nodded and leaned into him.
”Sorry baby, not yet.” His fingers retracted and you whined at the empty feeling.
He opened his lips and was going to put the two fingers in his mouth when you grabbed his wrist and opened yours. As your lips parted he grinned, sliding his fingers in all the way against your soft tongue. You moaned with him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around sucking your own arousal off him. You pulled off with a *pop* and he immediately had to kiss you. Gently swiping his tongue along your lip he was reminded of how good you taste.
He pulled back and laid himself down on the bed while you still straddled his waist. “Get that shirt off Bunny.”
You quickly obliged and as soon as it was off Peter’s hands went to your tits. Massaging them, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your nipples so he could watch you squirm. All this teasing was making you fidgety. You wanted to be good, but your senses were begging for release. Peter smiled watching you make a mess on the crotch of his sweatpants as you tried desperately to find friction.
He decided to give in and let you have something. He got your attention by curling his finger in a ‘come here’ motion, then placing his finger on his lips. You excitedly bent down to kiss him, but he stopped you.
”Not what I meant, Angel.”
You realized what he was asking you to do and you hesitated.
”What if I get too heavy and I like suffocate you or som-“
”Baby,” he interrupted. “I’m very strong. I’ll be fine. Come sit on my face. I don’t like to ask twice.”
You nervously started to crawl up to him, not really sure how to get in the right position. It didn’t help that you were completely naked while he was still fully clothed. As you straddled his tummy you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt, asking him to take it off.
”Is that gonna make you feel better?” He asked. You nodded and he caressed your face. “Mkay, Bunny, I’ll take it off.
He tugged his t-shirt off and you straddled his bare belly. You kept scooting up little by little.
“Can I help, sweetheart?” He asked putting his hands underneath your thighs.
You nodded with an “Mmhm” and he lifted your thighs up just a bit and pulled you up to his face. You were nervous about hurting him, but Peter wasted no time pushing your thighs flush against each side of his face and going to work with his mouth.
He started by licking a stripe from the bottom of your entrance all the way to your clit, letting out a grisly moan that made you weak in the knees.
You gasped and let out an “Ugh daddy.”
This completely set Peter off. One hand reached up to massage your tits while the other stayed on your hips keeping you steady. He pushed you down onto his mouth lapping at your core. You let out ungodly sounds that only motivated him further to fuck you with his tongue. His fingers dug into your ass to keep you still as he changed pace. He licked a trail up to your clit and pressed a few deep kisses as you hovered.
"I feel like I didn't make myself clear enough, Angel. I want you to sit on my face. Not hover."
"I feel like I'm gonna c-"
"Baby, you're not gonna crush me. You've got some pretty magic thighs, but I have superhuman strength."
You were going to make another shy retort, but you were interrupted by a swift smack on your ass. You jumped and let out a squeal. Peter seemed to like it because shortly after you felt another stinging slap on the other side.
"I don't like asking twice." Peter reminded you, pushing your hips down so your full weight was on him.
As nervous as you were, damn it felt good to be that close. Peter kept pushing you against him, encouraging you to grind on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a tug, earning a pretty moan from his lips. The vibration heightened your senses and you could feel yourself growing closer to breaking. As Peter continued with his sloppy kissing you felt more and more comfortable riding his face. Peter removed his right hand from your ass cheek and inserted his middle and ring finger into your pussy painstakingly slow. He earned a much louder moan from you than before. After giving you a moment to adjust he started pumping his fingers into you, his mouth still sealed to your pussy. Your hips rolled against his face and you knew with all the stimulation you wouldn't last much longer.
"P-peter I- ugh fuck I-"
You couldn't get the words out, but his quickening pace told you he understood. You gave his hair another good tug and your thighs clenched around his face. You let out one final "Oh, daddy." as Peter eagerly finished you off with is tongue. You waited until the throbbing ceased before slowing yourself and letting go of Pete's hair. You would have thought he was in heaven the way his eyes rolled back into his head.
You snaked back a little, but Peter pulled you back in. He rubbed his face against your thighs and left small kisses, sometimes nipping at your skin.
"God, I wish I could live down here." He sighed. His lips were pink and plump, glistening from your wetness. He gave both thighs what can only be described as a goodbye kiss before finally helping you lift your bum and go back to straddling his hips. You leaned forward and laid your head on his bare chest as you caught your breath.
"You alright Bunny? Was it too much?" He poured over you making sure you were okay. His finger hooked under your chin so you were looking up an him.
"Just... need a minute Pete." You panted against his chest. "We're not all superhuman like you."
He giggled and pulled the throw blanket at the foot of your bed over the two of you as you laid chest to chest.
"Mmh I really missed you." You nuzzled your nose against him.
"Missed you too, Bunny." He kissed the tip of your nose. "You wanna stop? We can just watch a movie."
You sat up, hands on his chest, blanket falling down to your hips.
"If I remember correctly, I was promised I'd be fucked dumb." You ran your hand behind you and down Peter's leg. "So, why do you still have your sweatpants on?"
He nearly growled as he sat up to meet you. Fingers pressed into your thighs that were already littered with marks from his mouth.
"Get up." He demanded, slipping back into his dominant role.
You slid back off his legs and off the edge of your bed. Peter followed you and now you were standing face to face next to the bed. You completely naked, him shirtless. He reached one hand behind your head and gathered a fistful of your already messy hair. His other grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.
"Angel, could you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? I wanna see my cock in your mouth for a bit before I fuck you over the edge of that bed."
You nod your head in excitement and he adjusts his grip in your hair as you sink to your knees, sitting on your heels. Your fingertips tuck under the waistband of his sweatpants and you look up awaiting for permission.
"Go ahead pretty girl."
You pulled his sweatpants to his ankles and licked your lips seeing his hard length inside his boxers. Your hands met his thighs, finger tips pressed against him as you slowly slid up him until your right hand could palm him through the fabric. You kept your eyes pinned up at his as you slid his boxers down to his ankles, his length now unsheathed and right in front of your face. You pumped him in your hands a few times before bringing his tip to your mouth, swirling your tongue and wrapping your lips gently around it. You put your hand over his that was holding your hair and gave a gentile push to the back of your head showing him to take control.
"You sure, Baby?" he asked as you continued to gaze up at him.
Your dramatically pulled off of him with a *pop* and batted your lashes. "Mmhm!." you smiled, slowly taking him back in your mouth.
"You're precious" Peter cooed looking down at you on the floor for him.
His head fell back as he slowly pushed you down him. The feeling of him pushing back in your throat made you whimper and moan around him, causing his hips to pick up the pace.
"Fuck, you sound so pretty baby."
Peter's free hand rummaged around the table next to him, grabbing his camera.
"You gonna let me take a picture of your pretty face, Bunny? You look so cute when I fuck your mouth."
You pulled your mouth off of him and stuck your flat tongue out underneath his tip, posing for the camera. Peter quickly snapped a picture, taking it between his teeth once it came out so he could take another. For the second photo you pushed yourself down his length as far down as you could go and looked at the lens with innocent eyes. Peter snapped the second photo and quickly tossed everything back on the table. Before gathering all your hair up again and going back to pounding your mouth
"Doing so good sweetheart. You look so pretty down there for me on your knees. Such a good girl."
You used one hand to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth, while your other hand roamed your legs. You knew you’d get in trouble if you touched yourself, so you were stuck rubbing your thighs together.
Peter saw this and pulled you off of him, leaving a thin string of spit between your mouth and his dick. He took a moment, noting every detail of your face, then released your hair and requested you stand up with the same 'come here' finger motion from earlier. You stood back up, knees wobbling.
He placed his palm on your cheek, thumb running over your swollen bottom lip. Still not saying a word he turned you around to face the bed, him standing behind you.
His hand found the back of your neck and he leaned into your ear, very quietly whispering "Bend over"
You did as you were told, immediately bending yourself over the bed and sticking your bottom in the air.
He towered over you from behind. You felt a finger run down your spine and stop at your hips. Two hands appeared on your skin, groping your thighs.
"Spread your legs, sweetheart." His voice was soft, but his command was stern.
You eagerly spread your legs for him and were rewarded with his tip brushing through your folds.
You let out a helpless moan and shifted your hips, trying to push down on him. Your efforts were in vain as he held your hips still.
"Is this what you wanted Bunny? Want me to bend you over our bed and fuck you? Rubbing your thighs trying to get off without me?"
You moaned out an "Mmhm"
"Words baby." He pressed against you harder, the head of his dick nearly entering you.
"Yes, Daddy. I want it."
"What do you say, Princess?"
As soon as the word "Please" slipped from your lips he pushed into you, fully covering himself inside you. Slowly thrusting in you, he mumbled all kinds of praise.
"Feels so good to be inside you again, Dove." "Missed this pussy so much." "Taking it so good, sweetheart."
Once you had a moment to adjust he started picking up the pace. the sound of his hips smacking against your ass as well as your collective moans echoed through the room.
"Fuck, fuck fuck..." You breathed pushing back against him.
He reached his right hand around your waist and brought his fingers to your clit earning one more whimpering "Fuck" from your lips as he circled.
While he was bent over working his hand on you, he took the opportunity to kiss the back of your shoulders, feeling you clench around him he pulled out.
Before you could turn and protest you were picked up and plopped on the bed, lying on your back.
"Gotta see that pretty face while I fuck you." He explained moving over you.
He took no time at all pushing himself back into you. Getting back to his familiar pace from just a moment ago.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and your back arched. Looking up at Peter, you saw a prideful grin wash over his face. Getting you off was his favorite part.
His hand came down to your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples. Turning one between his fingers just to hear the pretty noises you'd make. Every whimper made him harder.
He leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts, then up on your shoulder. He continued sweetly kissing you while simultaneously fucking you stupid. His lips sweetly traveled up to your neck, nipping and kissing on your skin, leaving a trail of small hickies. His left hand went behind you to support himself while his right grabbed the side of your hip. He pulled you in and seeped deeper inside you.
His lips met your ear, brushing up against it and then guiding his tongue along the outer edge.
“Who’s pussy is this?” He whispered.
You moaned and writhed below him. “Yours Daddy”
”Could anybody else fuck you this good, Bunny?”
You nodded your head no against him. His hips stopped in their place, cock buried inside you.
”What was that Princess? Couldn’t hear you.” He leaned up a bit and peered into your eyes.
You whined underneath him, circling and grinding looking for friction. His hand on your hip tightened its grip so you were stuck in place.
”N-no one could fuck me like y-you do Daddy. It’s just you, all for you. P-please don’t stop.” Tiny tears of desperation and need pricked the corners of your eyes.
Peter couldn’t help but marvel at the mess below him. “Look at you pretty girl, so needy for me. Such a good girl.” He praised wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. He began to pull out achingly slow, watching you beg for more underneath him.
”Want me to go faster Bunny? Need more?” Now only his tip was in you, completely still.
“P-please…”
He placed small kisses on your tear stained cheeks and smiled down at you. “Don’t worry baby you’ll get it, as soon as you beg for it. You want it, right? Tell me how bad.” He continued on kissing the tops of your cheeks down to the edge of your jaw.
”P-please D-daddy I’ve been so good.“ You pleaded with him. “Please f-fuck me good and cum inside me. I need it.”
The sound of you begging for his cum made him snap back into you involuntarily. His grip stayed tight on your hip as he fucked into you at an unbearable pace. There was no chance of you getting out of bed without some kind of assistance tomorrow. He had your legs shaking, bruised all across your hips and thighs.
His right hand stayed glued to you while his left grabbed the top of your wooden headboard. The leverage allowed him to go even deeper, making you scream a slew of curse words. His mouth quickly went to yours to muffle the sounds.
”I know, I know Bunny. Gotta keep it down Baby.“ He whispered after pulling away from the kiss. “Gotta be good and stay quiet, for me. Okay?” He knew his efforts were in vain and you’d definitely be getting a call from your landlord in the morning from all the noise complaints.
The combination of him ruthlessly fucking you while talking so sweetly had you completely whipped. All you ever needed was to be underneath Peter Parker while he held you down and told you how good you were for taking him.
You struggled against his hand that was digging into your skin keeping you still as you felt yourself getting closer. Peter saw how desperate you were getting and decided to let go. You moaned at the feeling as you moved your hips with him.
His newly freed hand brushed your hair out of your face and wrapped a gentle hand around your throat. He looked down at where your bodies merged and let out a painfully beautiful moan.
“You take me so good honey, just perfect. God, your pussy was made for me. So fucking good Princess.“
Your legs trembled around him. You parted your lips to let him know you were close, but all you could do moan in sync with his thrusts. You bit down on your lip trying to muffle your sounds when you received another swift smack on the ass. Peters hand returned to your throat, pressing lightly with his finger tips.
“I told you not to do that.”
Your lips fell open again and hungry whimpers slipped out. The stinging sensation from his slap left you overstimulated in the best way possible. You felt like your throat was tied in a knot as you tried and failed to speak again.
Peter smiled down at your helpless figure, smothering your face with kisses. “What sweet girl?“ he asked against the skin of your cheek. His arms adjusted so they were underneath your waist hugging you. He tucked you under himself so you were chest to chest with his face in the crook of your neck showering you with kisses. His lips traveled to your ear “Can’t take it anymore? You gonna be good and cum on my cock? Go ahead sweetheart. I wanna hear my name.”
The new position left you completely helpless. Your legs wrapped tighter around him and your two bodies felt like one. He gave you one more hard thrust and you fell apart. Legs shaking, pussy throbbing, eyes watering. You heard Peter whine as his pace changed up slower and harder. Your mouth fell open and finally mustered up the courage to speak a desperate “Peter”.
He groaned against your skin and you felt him spill into you. “Oh, fuck, Bunny you feel so good cumming around my cock like that. You’re so cute when you cum. Got me so pussy whipped.” He whined as he finished inside you. You both laid there for a moment panting for air. He pressed a few more kisses against your glistening skin before slowly pulling out. You whined, feeling empty.
”I’ll be right back Bunny, just gotta clean you up.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed.
He came back with a damp rag and opened your legs to clean up the cum that had now started to drip out of you. As he stood over you he realized your knees were red and slightly bruised.
”Is this from when you were on your knees earlier? Shit Bunny, I’m sorry.” He bent over and kissed both of your knees. “Why didn’t you tell me your knees hurt?”
Still trying to catch your breath, you smiled. “Because I liked it.”
He rolled his eyes and tossed the rag in the hamper. He snuggled back into bed, pulling you into his side. You nuzzled your face in his chest and your heart rate calmed.
He wrapped his arms around your and ran one of his hands through your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead
”I love you too, Peter.”
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Ah!! I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making more fics with this specific pairing. Like the same ‘universe’ of fics. idk idk anyway regardless of how you feel about it pls give me feedback i crave it even if it’s hate…
i feel like Andrew Garfield's bi peter parker would be the type to go all "i dont like labels" when asked about his sexuality and then proceed to be the most stereotypical finger guns bisexual youve ever seen
