I Don’t Know How To Work As A Team. Me Neither. Well I Do.

i NEED HIM.

LEWIS PULLMAN Thunderbolts* Interview

Superior Spider-Man OUH YEAH OUH YEAH

Exams (oneshot/mcu peter)

🂱︎ pairing: mcu peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: Peter gets caught up studying for his exams.

🂱︎ genres: established relationship, fluff

🂱 warnings: none :) for my first fic I thought I'd keep it nice and fluffy

🂱 notes: my first fic on here! I've posted this ages ago on Wattpad (ew) but I think it deserves to be put up on here too :)

The door to Peter's bedroom creaks open as it reveals dozens of papers all over the floor, pencils scattered across his desk, a calculator for some reason webbed to the wall, but no Peter in sight.

You balanced the plate of newly baked cookies on one hand as you made his way across his room, using your other arm to balance yourself as you looked down on the floor trying not to step all over his notes.

"Peter?" You called out.

There was no answer but the sudden sound of a keyboard clicking from behind you. Nope, not from behind, on top of you.

You take a cookie and reach your arm up to the ceiling, and feel his hand touch yours and steal the cookie away.

"Are you gonna come down?" You asked finally looking up at your boyfriend, sitting cross legged on the ceiling, typing away on his laptop.

"Sorry darling, give me a second." He replied biting into the cookie, a few crumbs falling on your shoulder.

You brushed the crumbs of the hoodie of his you were wearing, and checked the time on your phone. It reads 6:12pm.

"I texted you I was on my way here, did you get the message?"

"Er--" He says pulling his phone out of his pocket, to see your message pop up on the screen.

"I guess I did, sorry, been preoccupied." He replies, absentmindedly putting his phone down (on the ceiling) only to have it fall down to you, with your reflexes quick enough to catch it before it made contact with the ground.

"You should get down here soon. Your head looks like it's ready to pop like a balloon." His head did in fact not look like it was about to pop, due to his spider-powers that allowed for him to comfortably remain upside down. You did however want to stress that it was about time he give himself a break. You make your way to his bed, putting his phone down on his side table.

"mhmm, in a minute. I think better up here. Maybe it has something to do with the blood flow to my brain or the lack of distractions on my ceiling." He replies still not having looked at you properly once since you got here.

"Peter?"

"Yes y/n." He replies

"What time do you think it is?" You add.

"Uh, 4:00." He replies.

"Wrong, it's almost 6:15 so I think it's about time you head back down here and let gravity do its job."

He finally looked at you, his brown hair falling every which way.

He sighs, and closes his laptop. You make your way under him once again, catching his laptop as he let it fall to your hands. He followed suit and jumped down, coming nose to nose distance to you.

"Hi." 

"Hi."

He lands a quick kiss on your nose. He stumbles, tripping over some pencils scattered around the floor.

"Falling for me are ya?" you tease.

"always." he replies.

You make your way to his bed, and he settles his pretty little head to rest on your stomach, your hands lacing around his brown curls.

"Ooft, should have probably come down sooner." He says suddenly breaking the peaceful silence.

"I figured, you were up there for like 2 hours?." You replied.

"4."

"4 what?" You asked

"I started at 2, I've been up there for 4 hours."

"PETER!"

"What? Like I said, I focus better up there."

"You have to take better care of yourself! Have you even had a drink of water since then?" You asked

"Uh, no..."

"Let me get you a glass then--"

"It's fine I'll get one myself." He replies getting off you. He reaches the door and turns the knob when the sound of the metal crunching under his hand bring your attention to him.

He releases the knob, only to find it crumpled like a piece of paper.

"Sorry, er... It happens when I'm tired and forget to control my strength." He adds shyly before exiting the room.

"you web-head." you reply. He chuckles and exits the room. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to check out what Peter's been working so hard on. 'Ew, calculus.' you think to yourself as you flip through his notes.

You hear Peter enter the room behind you, and he sets his glass down and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his chest against your back.

"Ew, calculus right." he says, you chuckle lightly under your breath.

"my brain hurts." he hums into your hair.

"haha, I can tell." you reply going through one of the equations he couldn't seem to finish.

"mhmm" he replies tiredly, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo.

"one of these pythagorean conjugates is wrong." you add suddenly.

"hm? No, I triple checked that." Peter replies.

"Nuh uh, you might've just read it wrong but this is meant to be cosine not cotangent." You add lifting up the paper to his eye line and pointing out his careless mistake.

"No. NO WAY!" He says pulling away from you and snatching the paper out of your hand.

"I KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WASN'T RIGHT!" He adds, one hand almost crumpling the paper and the other pulling at his already disheveled curls.

"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think, bug-boy." you reply laughing at his distressed state.

"No, I just have a genius girlfriend!" He drops the paper and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Your laughter fills the room and that would've been enough to light up Peter's whole world. He set you down slowly and covered your face with soft kisses, leaving your mouth for last.

"Thank you." He adds, his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Not a problem my spider-man."

a dysfunctional found family with dark pasts and no brain cells who saved the day with the power of friendship can be so personal

poor poor bob

When British spidermans dangle from a wire >>> anything else

"Bob. You hit me with that sign one more time..."

"I WAS ON METH"

HAHAHAHAHA

them in civil war

shower sex (smut/oneshot/tasm peter)

🂱︎ pairing: tasm peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: exactly as the title says ;)

🂱︎ genres: SMUT, established relationship

🂱 warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT minors look away !!

🂱 notes: my first tasm peter fic ! (also do you guys prefer the banner of photos on top or a gif? lmk pleaasseee)

"Hey! Occupied" You said as you heard the bathroom doorknob click open.

A dirty, tired Peter then stumbled into the misty bathroom taking off his spidey suit.

"Sorry love, had a long day, I really wanna hop in the shower already." He said stepping in.

"Fine. I don't think we fit though." You said turning your back to Peter and lifting your head up, allowing the warm water to hit your face.

"I'm sure there's room for one more person in here" Whispers Peter in your ear. 

His hands go to your shoulders, and down your arms. He attaches his lips to your neck leaving a trail of love bites that will for sure still be there tomorrow

"Pete-- I'm t-tired -- I just wanna shower in peace--" You said barely able to get a word out as you felt his tongue swirl around  your sweet spot.

Your hands made his way to his hair. tugging slighty, as he continued to kiss down your neck and shoulders.

"What was that darling?  You want me to stop?" He said in between kisses.

Damn him. That nickname was your weakness and he knew it. Hearing it slide off his tongue made you weak in the knees, and definitely turned you on.

"Uggh Fuck you" You mumbled as he continued kissing your neck, his hands now massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples.

"With pleasure darling" He said turning you around to face him. You could see how hard he had already gotten, and his wet abs glistened in the light.

He connected his lips with yours hungrily, immediately pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands made it's way down to his abs, almost brushing the top of his member. But you brought your hand back up, and repeated the cycle.

"Don't tease me y/n" He said, his voice low and seductive.

He pushed you back onto the shower wall, and goosebumps filled your skin at the touch of the cold tile. He kissed down your neck once more, and went down to your breasts. His tongue circled your right nipple as his hand massaged the other one, and you threw your head back onto the wall moaning his name.

He connected your lips once more, his hands now making his way to where you needed him most. He played with your clit, circling it over and over again. You bit his lip hungrily, and he took that as a signal to insert two of his long fingers into your folds. You moaned loudly, and he started to pump in and out.

"You're already so wet, all for me love?" Peter whispered.

Peter continued to pump in and out till you were a moaning mess. 

"Peter I-- I'm gonna--"

He could tell you were close so he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

"Not just yet darling" He said. He then picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He positioned himself at your entrance, and you slowly let yourself sink into him.

"Fuck baby." You said, feeling the pain at your core.

He slowly started moving in and out, whilst kissing your neck to distract you from the pain.

"You're so fucking tight y/n. Fuck" He whispered. That alone could've sent you over the edge, but you held on a little bit longer.

He continued his thrusts, slowly getting faster and more needy. You tugged on his curls as he held and squeezed your ass tight. You bit into his shoulder, the feeling getting to much for you.

He felt your walls start to tighten around him, so her brought his fingers to your clit, massaging it once more.

"Cum for me baby." He whispered. And just like that, you came undone. You moaned loudly and felt the pleasure wash over you. You released on his dick as he continued thrusting into you, letting you ride out your high.

He set you back down on the floor, and you almost collapsed from exhaustion. You knelt on the wet floor and caught your breath.

"Y/n? Love, did I hurt you?" He asked his voice full of concern.

You looked up at him and your hands made it's way to his member, slowly pumping back and forth.

"Fuck y/n" Peter said throwing his head back into his shoulders.

You took him in your mouth, gliding back and forth on hid long hard dick. He held your hair and you took that as a signal to move faster, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth. 

"Shit you're amazing" Peter said in between moans, before finally releasing into your mouth. You swallowed it all, and stood up from the floor.

Peter wiped the wet strands of hair away from your face, and cupped your cheek, pulling you into to a soft delicate kiss.

"Now, let's get you properly cleaned up shall we?" You say in between kisses.

If mentally unstable why pookie shaped?