#spiderman comics

you weren't sure when it became a habit to sneak into the chemistry building after hours with peter to help him work on his web fluid; all you knew was it was your turn to pay for the pizza.

it was nearing midnight as your full belly laughs echoed through the empty lab, crusts long forgotten on the table behind you as you lost yourself in a story. peter's smile was visible through prickling tears.

he knew it was a bad idea to invite you from the start — there was no shot in hell he'd get any work done as long as you were around him. peter had figured that out by the senior year of high school: he just couldn't seem to focus on anything other than you. he began to lie and say he was finished with his homework whenever you would hang out, covering his lack of progress in your presence. peter had been distracted by you for the last few years, yet he could never seem to resist your company anyway. he beamed as you laughed at your own joke, relishing in the alone time he got to spend with the one person who made him feel like himself.

you let out a snort, and peter was done for, tears in his own eyes as he joined you in hearty laughter. he reached down and grabbed a vial through blurry vision, adding the final touch to his web fluid 3.0.

except that, instead of a sticky web-like substance, peter was met with a bright flash of hot pink from the liquid in the beaker before a cloud of magenta powder exploded from the glass, dusting the room, and in turn, you and peter.

he was on you instantly, shielding you from the flying shards of glass before the beaker even burst, though the aerosol impact was inevitable. the reaction was quick to hit your lungs, dragging out hoarse coughs, rough and heavy in your chest as you fought to regain a sense of your surroundings.

the headache was almost immediate as peter leaned down to say something, and you winced as you looked up at him.

"what?"

"are you okay? did you get cut at all?" his voice began to fade back in. peter frantically examined for any tears in your sweatshirt, checking your hands for any possible nicks.

"i'm okay, rea—woah," peter placed a hand on your jaw to inspect your face, and the touch activated something deep inside of you.

suddenly, you felt the hottest you'd ever been, and the headrush made you weak in the knees. your vision began to cloud, senses on overdrive as you felt an aching pain rising in your chest. meeting peter's gaze with panicked eyes, you began to really take in the state of the situation.

"peter, what did you just mix?"

"i-i don't know, i must've grabbed the wrong thing..." he trailed off as he turned to search through the drawers, but the movement stopped him dead in his tracks.

peter was instantly met with a rush of vertigo, the room spinning violently around him as he braced himself on the countertop. he felt like he did when he was first bitten: hypersensitive and overwhelmed. fuck, what did he mix?

amidst the rest of the world in his ears, peter picked up on the sound of your heartbeat and immediately knew something was wrong. really wrong. he took a moment to analyze you, everything moving in slow motion as he fought to figure out what the hell he mixed together, and where these symptoms were headed.

your current state didn't give him much comfort; peter quickly noticed how you were starting to sweat, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, despite not having left your chair. your full-body flush made him wonder if he looked just as disheveled.

"are you feeling okay?" peter asked, heavy with concern and guilt.

you shook your head at him, words fighting to escape your trembling lips. "i-i don't know. i feel... warm. i don't know."

and then peter felt it. his cock twitched, and he realized for the first time how painfully hard he was. he looked down in horror, hoping you hadn't yet noticed in your own haze. peter quickly sat down again to cover the evidence, praying to any god who was listening that this wasn't happening right now.

while successful in his concealment, the slight friction in the movement of his pants was enough to elicit a groan from his throat; he hoped you didn't hear.

but you did. because each little noise he made, conscious or not, egged on every dirty fucking thought you were having right now. and about peter. in front of peter.

"maybe we should get some... some fresh air, or something," peter says weakly.

as you nodded in response and moved to get up, it became horribly apparent to peter that he had to stand up with you, and not only would you also know just how hard he was, but the friction alone might be enough to kill him.

and then he had a thought:

are you feeling this way too?

no, don't think like that. that's your best friend, and whatever's happening, clearly neither of you were in your right mind.

but peter had always felt this way about you. this time, it was just so physically painful for some reason. what the fuck was in that beaker?

he didn't have any more time for his mind to race, as you stood from your stool and he watched your knees immediately buckle underneath you. peter rushed to stabilize you, grabbing your shoulders and keeping you steady. it was pointless, though. somehow, the feeling of peter's hand against you knocked your breath out, far worse than falling ever would've.

you had no idea what was going on, but it was getting harder and harder to think about anything other than peter (as if that wasn't the norm anyway, bffr). but this was heightened. this was all of your wildest desires pulled to the forefront of your mind in the middle of your ochem 403 lab at 11pm on a tuesday night.

what the fuck was going on with you?

you tried to shake off the way peter's touch relieved some of the haze clouding your brain, and tried to shake off the feeling that maybe he was also feeling this way. your thighs clenched at the thought — that peter was also thinking of every possible way to take you on this counter right now.

but this was your best friend, and you needed to get your shit together long enough to handle whatever this feeling was on your own.

"woah, are y'okay?" peter slurred, your body heat under his palms radiating down to the rest of his body and nearly sending him down as well.

"i... i don't know, i think..." you stuttered out, not trusting anything coming from your mouth right now. "i-i think i have to go, i'm, i'm not feeling well."

you turned to make a run for it, hoping to get out of peter's sight before you either passed out or pounced on him. he stopped you, though, grabbing your hand with a pleading "wait!" falling from his lips.

before you could stop it, a whimper escaped from your lips at his touch, and you went bright red in seconds, hand flying up to cover the unexpected noise.

peter didn't help as he stared at you with his mouth agape, pupils blown to shit. he looked fucked out beyond belief and you'd barely even touched.

you cleared your throat, hoping to get out as coherent and PG a sentence as you could. "peter, i-i feel really weird. a-and, i think i'm freaking the fuck out."

knowing you were hurting as much as he was broke his heart, and peter struggled to put all his energy into focusing on you. "i-i know. it's okay, bug. just… take some deep breaths, a-and let's try to make it outside, yeah?"

he tried to pull you, but your legs forgot how to work, and you were frozen where you were, breath quick as every part of your body felt downright painful.

peter's breathing picked up as he heard your own hyperventilating, panicking himself as he watched you crumble in front of him. he needed to find out what was in that vile, and fast.

but all he could fucking think about was being on his knees in between your thighs.

fuck.

"p-peter, please. please, i-i, i need your help. you have to make this stop." you begged. fuck, he was so fucking fucked.

"fuck— it'll be okay, i-i promise. i'll do whatever i need to to get you better. i-i just..." he clamped his eyes shut, desperately trying to come up with a way to make an antidote of some kind without dying or ruining your friendship along the way.

"peter... i—"

"what?" he cut you off, concern heavy in his tone.

despite his ever-growing problem, peter reached out to cup your cheek, and though not an unnatural thing to do, it was one definitely influenced by a gravity drawing him towards the feeling of your skin on his.

you stared at his lust-blown eyes, wondering if yours looked the same. wondering if he felt the same.

peter spoke your name softly, his thumb grazing your cheek softly and lingering far too closely to your lips to not mean anything.

fuck it.

you grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, nearly headbutting him in the process as you locked onto his lips, surprised when you felt him immediately reciprocate and tangle his hands in your hair. everything about the kiss was desperate, and the feeling of peter all over you was fucking radiant.

peter was nothing but a moaning mess against you, sloppy and wet against your lips as he pleaded your name as though each time he said it, it took away the pain in his chest. truthfully, it did.

peter pulled away to take a breath, and the lack of contact brought the sharp pain immediately back, earning a whine to fall from his lips. he shook it off, grabbing the sides of your face and doing his best to refocus.

"f-fuck, should we talk about this?" peter asked relectantly.

"i-i don't know. i don't know what's happening right now, pete. all i know is that i need you to touch me. anything, please. i'm sorry. just, please make it go away."

yeah, you could talk about it later.

"nonono, hey. i’m so sorry, baby, this is all my fault. i'll do whatever you need, i mean it. i'll make it better, i promise."

peter pulled you back into a hungry kiss, rough hands roaming your body in a way he'd never touched you before. the feeling of your curves under his palms was something he'd only dreamed of, and peter was insufferably hard as he pulled you into him further.

there was a nag in the back of his mind, something telling him to stop before you did something you'd regret. because there was no possible way he had you, his best friend, tangled in his arms and lips heavy on his own. and yeah, peter had been smitten with you since the day you’d met, but he was never going to do anything about it. you didn't feel that way about him, of course. right?

cause right now, you kinda did.

no! fuck! just the chemicals! this was a one-time thing, friends helping friends.

yeah, friends helping friends.

but the pretty little moans that came out of your mouth as peter trailed his way down your neck? those sounded awfully more than just friendly. and the way you whined as he moved his hands up your waist, palming your tits through your shirt as he growled for permission in your ear? peter was never going to be able to look you in the eyes after tonight.

but right now, he was entranced by the way you bunched his shirt fabric in your hands and begged for it off, pulling the material over his head and immediately attacking his firm chest with a series of hickeys that left far too quickly. you shifted your hands down towards his waistband, tugging him by his belt loops as you left a hot, wet trail of kisses down his abs. peter couldn't help but cant his hips forward into you, absolutely fucking losing his mind.

his own hands made their way around your frame, trailing down to your ass and grabbing hard. you gasped at the feeling, then lost your breath fully as peter nipped at your ear and told you to jump. he caught your thighs, shifting to set you on the lab counter and wedging his body between your legs.

everything was hot and heavy, and the effects were evolving and worsening. it was growing stronger with each touch, and though feeling each other was helping ease the pain, the need for more was growing too strong to ignore.

you pulled away from him, tears threatening to spill from your doe eyes as you stared up at peter, who didn't look much better.

"what? what is it, what do you need, baby?"

"i-i... i need you to touch me, pete."

peter went pale at your confession. it was asked so quietly, but it held so much weight. weight he'd think about after he got to find out what you tasted like.

with a deep rumble in his chest and another sloppy kiss to your neck, peter began to fumble his way around your waistband, asking you a thousand extra times if this was okay.

yeah, i fucking think so.

peter's index fingers hooked the hips of your pants; feeling his hands on your bare skin for the first time covered you in goosebumps. it was numbing the pain in your chest and igniting something in it all the same. you were so caught up in the moment, gobsmacked over peter parker, your best friend of six years, tugging your pants down, that you almost didn't notice that he'd pulled them back up.

your cheeks instantly bloomed in mortification. "fuck, i-im sorry, i-i don't know what's come over me—"

"no! stop apologizing, please. i just..." peter took a dramatic pause, and the only thing that could be heard was the two of you heavily panting, taking in the scene unfolding before you as the pain hammered in each of your chests.

"i need to tell you something before anything else happens."

you gave him a worried look, and peter returned it with a heavy sigh.

"look, i don't know what the fuck is happening right now, and why i feel like im fucking going to die if you don't touch me right now, and this is all my fault and i'm so fucking sorry—"

"peter. what's wrong?"

well, we're already in this deep.

"i don't know what fuck-ass aphrodiasic i just created, but i need you to know that the real me means this too. i can't let anything happen without you knowing that i love you, and this still means something to me. even if i'm not myself right now. a-and, i'll do whatever you need me to do, and we can never talk about this again, but you don't deserve me keeping that from you."

you sat on the counter, stunned, as peter anxiously bit his lip, worried he'd just fucked up one of the best relationships that had ever happened to him. and he was still so fucking hard.

the only response you gave him was hopping off the counter and taking your bottoms off for him.

peter was immediately on you again.

he had a hand rough in your hair as he kissed you, his other firm on your bare ass as he kneaded the soft flesh with a hunger. through his moans and downright whines, he almost missed it:

"i love you too, peter. so fucking much."

something inside of him snapped, and this time, he didn't even ask you to jump, wrapping his hands around your waist and lifting you to the counter like you weighed nothing. you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him close, the make-out nothing short of a frenzy.

the entire time, peter was growling into the kiss, moaning things into your mouth you only ever dreamed you'd hear:

"this, fuck, this isn't how this was supposed to happen, baby."

"you deserve better than this, fuck. deserve better than an empty fucking chem lab, christ's sake."

he was quick to get his hands back all over you, traces of mischief left behind as he massaged your thighs and he pulled back to stare at your lace thong with a look you'd never seen from him before. peter had been so caught up in it all, he'd almost forgotten the effects of the reaction. his actions were genuine and intentional. but as he pulled back to get a proper look at you, the pain in his chest settled back in, and his senses reheightened to a million.

"fuck, i need to touch you. please, can i touch you?" peter whined.

you were breathless in response, "please peter, do whatever the fuck you want to me. just please, do something. anything."

he groaned and ran his hands up your thighs till he reached the delicate lace, teasingly tracing the hemline. "don't fucking say that. i-i don't think i can control myself right now."

"pete, i don't want you to control yourself," a shudder ran down his spine.

"please. fuck me."

peter didn't have the energy left in him to delay this any longer.

he ripped the underwear clean from your body, pulling you to the edge of the counter and dropping to his knees in front of you. he wasted no time running his tongue through your glossy folds, latching his lips over your clit.

peter was so hungry, and the mixture of the fading pain in your chest and the pleasure blooming inside of you was an insane feeling. he added a finger? oh my god. you were fucking incoherent. he added another? you were pretty sure this rivaled the time you’d tried molly.

you pulled at his hair, begging him (to stop or to go harder, you didn't know). it was all so overwhelming, and every time you looked down to see the source of your pleasure and remembered it was your peter parker? you were close to the edge the quickest you'd ever been.

"pete, i-i..."

"what is it, baby?" he breathed, quickly returning to your dripping cunt.

baby. jesus fucking christ. that almost did you in right then and there.

"i wanna touch you too."

peter groaned with his tongue deep inside you in response, and the vibration was enough to send you over the edge. you felt your body fly over the moon as you came, peter not letting down for a second as he fucked you best he could so you were able to ride out the high, lapping up every drop you gave him.

he stood up, breathless, glistening, and a little cocky if you knew peter the way you thought you did. "how are you feeling? did that help, d-does it still hurt?"

you were panting as you came down from your high, taking a second to be aware of your body and headspace again. you couldn't help but feel emotional as you noticed the effects starting to creep back in. you shed a tear in frustration and nodded as you felt the headache thundering in the distance.

peter pulled you into a hug, and it was almost enough to sober you up again, because something about this one felt different. more weighted.

"im sorry, baby, fuck. i-i'm sorry, what can i do? how can i help?" fuck, this was all his fault.

you sniffled in his ear, but the movement of your hips against his contradicted your melancholy demeanor. "it's better when you're touching me. please, just don't stop."

between your words and you snaking your hand down to palm him softly, peter parker was a wreck and helplessly wrapped around your finger.

he was quick to envelop you in a kiss and drink you in, and you moved to claw his shirt off of him in turn. you pulled back to look at him, and it wasn't like you hadn't seen peter shirtless over the years, but you'd never seen him this close, in this context. it made your chest hurt in a different way.

"fuck, you're so hot," you groaned, almost as though an inside thought had slipped out.

he snickered. "me? are you kidding me right now?"

peter roughly kissed you before tugging your shirt off, absolutely elated at the discovery you'd forgone a bra under your sweater. he stared at you like a deer in headlights, starstruck as he saw you for the first time.

"jesus christ, you're a fucking dream."

his hands were on your tits before you could even register it, but the feeling only made you crave him more. you messed with his pants, and he took over amidst your frustration. boxers and all, he sprang free in front of you, and Holy Shit Peter Parker. that's fucking obscene.

"this is your last chance to change your mind. because once i start, i don’t think i'll be able to stop," he warned.

"please fuck me, peter."

he attacked your chest with his lips, hands firm on your hips as he shifted you again to the edge of the counter. you wrapped your soft fingers around his leaking cock, and he was almost done for before you'd even started.

peter moaned loudly and moved to put his large hand over yours to line himself up. you were still soaked from peter's previous meal, making it easy for him to slide his head through your slit. you were a begging mess in his ear, nails scraping down his back in anticipation.

peter nudged your entrance and pushed in easily (whether from the pollen or his ample prep, no one could know). the two of you moaned in filthy harmony, the feeling a definition beyond indescribable. his legs were shaking immediately, and despite his inhuman strength, it became apparent that he couldn't do this standing for much longer if you felt this good.

"fuck, sweetheart," peter grabbed you roughly and pulled you towards him, pushing to the hilt and pressing hip to hip with you. he cooed in your ear as you’d gasped and he picked you up, spun you around, and laid you on the cool tile.

"this isn't what you deserve, fucking you on the ground like this. fuck, baby."

and then peter was relentless.

he pounded into you with such a force, his mouth still focused on your tits and how they bounced for him. both of you could breathe again despite the brutal pace set, the pain lifting and now replaced with a newly discovered pleasure that made you emotional again. you looked completely fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks as peter lifted your thighs higher to get as deep in you as possible.

"fuck, please don't cry," he begged, though he kept drilling into you, knees now meeting your own chest. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."

you pulled him down, his chest pressing against the back of your thighs, and your foreheads connected as you breathed him in, exhaling a rough "i love you so much, peter".

he stuttered for a moment, eyes as wide as they were the first time he heard you say it. not for long, though, as he stayed pressed against you and picked up the pace like never before.

"oh my god, i fucking love you."

peter had you seeing stars, and you didn't know how long you'd even been in the lab. five minutes could have passed, maybe five hours. all you knew was that you didn't care, and that you were close. peter knew it too.

"babe-baby, you're close. i-i can feel it, you're so fucking tight around my cock." you couldn't help but clench around him in response.

"fuck, yeah-y-yes. god, squeezing me so good. i knew you were made for me."

it was the sentimentality of everything that sent you over this time. hearing the way he talked about you, you came hard around his cock, and it felt so fucking magical. but peter didn't slow down, determined to ride out your orgasm again. he was quickly losing his composure, though, at the feeling of you fluttering against his cock.

"sweetheart, w-where—"

"inside, please."

peter didn't even have time to question the outcomes to his actions because the second he heard you, his best fucking friend, moaning for him to cum inside of her? oh fucking hell.

he let out such a guttural moan as he came, hot and thick and deep inside of you. you felt so warm and full, so much so that it triggered a third orgasm, sobbing peter's name as he just kept going. mixed arousal spilled down your thighs as he continued to fuck you, and through your fucked out haze, you could feel his cum drip down and pool around your ass.

you were barely conscious at this point, but peter kept going as he muttered "i'm sorry" over and over and over again.

luckily, he'd released the goddamn mating press he had you in and released your legs, allowing you to stretch out. peter was able to cover more of your body with his now, lying chest to chest with you as his hips rutted into yours. the new position was so much more intimate as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss again.

"please. please, just one more. one more and i'll stop."

peter said that three more times that evening before he was done and you felt like yourselves again.

he looked down at you in awe, though concern slipped through his fucked out eyes. "y’okay, bug?"

you let out an exasperated laugh as you fought to regain control of your senses. “i can't believe you really just gassed us with an aphrodisiac."

peter chuckled, a blush creeping on his cheeks at the memory of his fatal mistake. "yeah, that was, uh... that was my bad."

a moment of silence.

"...any chance you wrote it down?"

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Masterlist | @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology

Masterlist | @angelic-holland

webbed up | @spderjmz

a forbidden romance makes its way to the avengers compound

stuck like bricks | @lumosflairr

When peter swings through your window and asks you to build Star Wars legos with him, how could you say no? [stark!reader]

youre spiderman?! thats so cool! | @alrisyl

You go to Peter’s expecting a normal hangout, only to accidentally discover he’s Spider-Man… and react way more excited than he was prepared for.

SUGAR RUSH. | @musingsofheaven

Suit Up, Buttercup | @thollandsgirl2013

You blackmail Peter into letting you try on his Spider-Man suit. It fits too well, leading to making out—and Tony walking in.

Spider On The Ceiling | @/thollandsgirl2013

Sneaking in your room and then getting caught by Tony. 

Reckless | @/thollandsgirl2013

After Peter sneaks in injured from patrol—again—you confront him.

A Hero's Flaw | @/thollandsgirl2013

Peter Parker and Y/N, classmates with clashing views on Spider-Man, constantly bicker until they unexpectedly start dating. When Y/N discovers Peter’s secret, their relationship is tested, leading to love, trust, and acceptance.

Love Stained | @/thollandsgirl2013

You surprise Peter with kisses to test your new lipstick, leaving him covered in maroon marks.

Failed Kiss | @/thollandsgirl2013

Peter attempts an upside-down kiss but fails, leading to laughter and May's concerned intervention.

The Weight of a Name, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5  | @happy74827

He believed the entire world had forgotten Peter Parker, until the girl he never spoke to in class said his name.

You knew it was him all this time. | @lily-lilith26

You were lying in your bed, reading one of your friend’s books you had stolen from his bag when you heard something poking at your window. Turns out it was a bloodied Spider-Man. Turns out you knew who he was from the start.

Peter Parker Masterlist | @waitimcomingtoo

When Did You Get Hot? | @/waitimcomingtoo

You see Peter for the first time in years and suddenly find it hard to be around him due to all his new improvements

Built A Fire Just To Keep Me Warm | @/waitimcomingtoo

you and Peter are in the same friend group but never got along. That doesn’t keep him from making sure you never get cold

The Script | @/waitimcomingtoo

you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart

Two Normal Arms | @/waitimcomingtoo

when Peter breaks his arm, he notices he gets a lot of attention from you. So much attention that he prolongs the broken arm as long as he can

Misread signals | @sincerelyyoursz

you’ve dropping hints that you like peter, but he just doesn’t seem to be picking up what you’re putting down

save me | @teamred

right before peter tells you the truth of why he never has time for you, an accident occurs. 

the reveal | @cloudybarnes

after years of being friends, y/n wants to tell peter just how she feels. the night she decides to tell him, she walks in on him in his spider-man suit and suddenly second guesses if it’s the right time

just for tonight | @/cloudybarnes

peter accidentally tells the avengers he has a girlfriend and now they all wanna meet her. in an attempt to not look like a liar, he recruits his best friend y/n to fake date him for the night so he can introduce them to her

Twenty–bucks: | @deathbyathousandspiders

you and peter kept your relationship secret from the avengers, and even with their theories, it wasn’t until a mission went south that the news came to light.

daddy issues | @/deathbyathousandspiders

Dusted, part two | @/deathbyathousandspiders

boy in the bubble | @/deathbyathousandspiders

security system | @/deathbyathousandspiders

out of sight, on his mind | @ptergwen

patching him up | @/ptergwen

a holly jolly christmas | @mcrdvcks

Peter has been on his own for a while now, but he notices you, his neighbor, hanging up lights by yourself.

misinterpreting his behavior | @luveline

not known or seen | @/luveline

jealous peter |  @/luveline

family planning | @/luveline

Naps in the Quinjet | @alisonwritesimagines

After a rough mission, both you and Peter crash together in the quinjet.

Promises, Promises | @murdockparker

Five years is a long time to be together, Peter knew that. Peter also knew that everything was expensive—but he had an idea. A little juvenile, sure, but it was an idea regardless.

Perfectly A Little Late | @t-lostinworlds

with all things college, two jobs—tutoring on weekends and another at the bakery downtown—you're one busy girl. Peter completely understands that of course, admires it even. But it doesn't make it sting any less when you just so happen to forget about his birthday.   

Places We Won’t Walk | @duskholland

when you have superpowers thrust upon you, sacrifices have to be made. some more willingly than others.

Breaking Windows | @/duskholland

You’re Thor’s daughter and may have a teeny tiny crush on your classmate and fellow Avenger, Peter Parker.

Zip It | @/duskholland

Hurt | @just-jordie-things

set a year after the war, where (y/n) keeps herself too busy raising her little sister, Morgan, to have any time for things like grief or Peter Parker

So Cold | @/just-jordie-things

after the fight in Berlin, anyone who had refused to sign the accords was incarcerated.  and you and Peter had been on opposite sides of the fight.

heart rate monitor | @parkerpeter24

You Say the Whole World’s Ending | @vendettaparker

Peter mourns his greatest loss.

Talking to the Moon | @/vendettaparker

When Peter’s identity is leaked, he is forced to leave you and his old life behind, shattering your heart in the process.

worth it | @miley1442111

your boyfriend abides by the workplace rules, right?

No need to hide it | @spider-man-199999

Peter thought no one remembered him after the spell, however you did, but not for the reasons he was afraid you would. Mostly fluff and slow burn romance.

Stop, part 2  | @biisexualemma

you have no control over your actions or your powers and end up hurting peter

'No location found' | im-sleepdeprived

fix you up | @/im-sleepdeprived

Crush | @webslingingslasher

you like peter, he doesn't get it. until you confide in spider-man

frat!peter | @/webslingingslasher

meeting at the grave | @electrosspidey

you and Peter, despite being strangers to one another, have a much needed talk about mays death at her grave.

we can't | @spider-pxrkers

after years of being in love, you and peter learn you can’t have children.

joke about loving you? never. | @/spider-pxrkers

you’ve always been insecure about your weight. when peter tells you he loves you, you can’t help but believe he’s kidding.

SLIM PICKINS | @shortnspidey

Safe to say your love life was nonexistent. You’d tried everything, swiping through dating apps like it was your part-time job, smiling at strangers on the subway, even letting friends set you up with guys. Still, nothing. Just awkward dates, ghosted messages, and a lingering sense that love might just be a myth. But maybe, just maybe, the problem wasn’t you. Turns out, slim pickins didn’t apply when the best option was right under your nose.

he does melt! | @thceseus

‘seeing if he melts into a kiss' trend with your best friend, Peter Parker.

it's brutal out here | @/thceseus

Peter's class is going on a field trip to Stark Industries. The catch? No one believes he's an intern at SI and no one knows he's dating Tony Stark's daughter—other than Ned and MJ. Surely nothing will go wrong, right?

Skyline | @astronomyparkers

out of time | @mgparker

in which two best friends are in love and their feelings are revealed a bit too late

Snap | @tomholland1996simp

It’s been a long stressful day for Peter, so when you come over he can’t help but get mad at certain things you do. Leading to him snapping at his girlfriend.

breathe | @starkissedtom

in which y/n and peter are forced apart by something bigger than them. but when it’s meant to be, they’ll always find each other.

i'm all yours, i've got no control, part 2 | @mxnlgmy

after a mission leaves peter shaken and unstable, (y/n)’s told to keep her distance for his safety and hers. but when he shows up at her door in the middle of the night, trembling and barely holding on, it becomes clear: this is more than just recovery. whatever’s happening to him, it’s changing everything. and he only wants one thing to feel whole again — her.

SPIDER-BOY, part two | @filmjules

where peter parker’s best friend starts calling him by a silly nickname, not knowing how true it is.  aka peter has a hopeless crush on his best friend who has a small habit of drawing on his hands and arms. who also may have a crush on spiderman.

spin the lie | @gossameres

midtown's decathlon team is back together—all thanks to liz allan. but what starts as a harmless party game takes an unexpected turn when peter spins the bottle... and it lands on you.

@ironinc

🔞 Distracted You decided to take a break from your day and play a online game with your friends, but before you can even start, it's impossible to concentrate when your boyfriend, Peter Parker, is being so distracting. He offers to let you sit on his lap while you play, not realizing his intentions aren't nearly as innocent as he pretends they are.

@boxofbonesfic

🔞 Play Pretend You play dumb to get help from some nerd in your Stats class, but end up biting off more than you can chew. 

@thollandsgirl2013

🔞 Love Stained You surprise Peter with kisses to test your new lipstick, leaving him covered in maroon marks. 🔞 His Favorite Breakfast Peter wakes up horny and needy in the morning and he takes you on the kitchen counter. 🔞 No Nut November Challenge It's November, Peter and Ned decided to join no nut November, it's a disaster for Peter.

@yasministration

🔞 am i doing this right? could i request summer, smut with peter. and the prompt “am i doing this right”

@alsofoundinpeas

🔞 A Little Tied Up When Spider-Man offers a surprisingly unconventional alternative to an ice pack, you find yourself agreeing, only to discover there's more to his touch than just superhuman strength.

@uhhhj13iguess

🔞 what you asked for teasing peter parker while he's patrollingggggg 🔞 the stages of us peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight. and despite every instinct in his body, peter can't help but fall further and more helplessly in love with you... even if you happen to have a boyfriend. 🔞 isn't that crazy? reader storms into peter's apartment, upset over her last tinder date being a complete tool and refusing to eat her out. peter gets a little... distracted 🔞 a little too good "i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?" 🔞 under your spell peter 'friendly neighborhood spider-man' parker drooling at the sight of you when picking you up for the stark gala, and though he tries, peter is just unable to behave himself when you look that good 🔞 friends helping friends sex pollen with peter parker x fem!reader

@iridescentparkers

🔞 lessons in sexting warnings: very suggestive! (18+) 🔞 lessons in sexting warnings: very suggestive! (18+)

@mcrdvcks

🔞 swear it's just right for ya At first it just seems like a normal New York heatwave, but the longer it lasts the more you realize that it might be a different kind of heat.