Detail (#2): Flora And Zephyr, 1875, By William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

Detail (#2): Flora and Zephyr, 1875, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

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Sweet Dreams are Made of This (Peter Parker lemon headcanons)

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 Peter’s entire body shuddered when the tip of his cock sheathed itself inside of you. The warmth was incomparable. Unlike anything! The way he felt, being connected to you this way was a religious experience and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” He moaned your name to himself like a prayer as he steadily rocked his hips. Trying so hard to burn this memory into his brain. He never wanted to forget. Let this be the last memory that flashes through his mind when he dies, please.

   The shallow mewls that fell from your lips wracked him with more shivers and he leaned forward to press his sweat slick forehead to your own, chocolate curls brushing your brow.

“Y/n look at me. Look at me, baby.” Your eyes previously squeezed shut opened to blink up at him. So close, everything was so close, but there was no where else you wanted to be.

“A-are—” a moan cut him off. He’s trying so hard to hold back. So hard to keep his hips still and from thrusting into you down to the hilt until the only thing that matters to you is him. Every instinct is screaming for him to ravage you now until neither of you can move or pull yourselves apart, but this has to be perfect.

This is your moment together.

“Are you ready?” For me. For This. For what we’re going to do, something I’ll never let you turn back from.

A trembling hand moves to cup your cheek, warm against his calloused palm. The other hand sneaks low to caress your throbbing sex and the sharp buck you involuntarily give has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull.

Your hand cups his, you’re shivering beneath him and so ready he can almost taste it.

Your other hand brushes his aside to gently touch the point where you two connect. His length flushes, he’s so aware of everything. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. “Please…” Breathy and weak for him, but the same spark he loves ignites in your eyes.

 “Hurry, please.” Another gasp, “I want you, Peter.”

That’s all he needs before he takes your hands in his, clasping tightly, bracing you when one deep thrust shatters any boundary between friends and soulmates that may have been between you.

You cry out, walls fluttering around his cock and he only allows himself to enjoy it for a second before he’s clumsily working a steady pace. So, dedicated to making you climax beneath him.

“This is perfect, Y/n. You’re perfect.” A thrust that makes your vision burn white. “Perfect for me.”

“Don’t we fit perfectly together?” He’s bucking erratically, driving into you so deep you think you might break. “I knew it was meant to be. I knew it would feel good, but this is…It feels like I’ve lived my entire life to share this with you.”

An expert roll of his hips has your toes curling, raising you higher and higher to the peak.

Chest to chest, as close as two people could be, but still not as close as he wanted yet this would have to do.

“How does it feel, Y/n? Me making love to you? I love you so much. I want you to know. Can you feel it? All of my love. It’s spilling over.”

He doesn’t take a moment to breathe, everything colliding in his mind and thoughts barely coherent, but he needs you to know. Even just a fraction.

Moans blend with hiccups as water droplets splash onto your cheeks. He’s crying. He doesn’t know when he started, but his love truly is spilling over. He’s had to contain it for so long and now he can finally show you.

“P-Peter?” A sharp gasp when he hits the perfect spot inside you that has you melting around him, and you reach up and pull him to your embrace. Hips still rocking into you with reverie.

Fingers comb his matted locks and your blown pupils meet his teary gaze.

“I love you, Peter.”

“Y-You r-really—” You feel his cock throb inside so clearly that you know you’re close.

“I love you. Only you.”

“I love y-you, Y/n. All of this—everything that I do is all for you…”

God, you’re clenching around him deliciously, but he can’t yet. You have to take the fall first and he’ll follow after.

“Then kiss me.”

Lips touch surprisingly gentle like the first time. One hand splays over your hip to pull you as close as close can be, he’s going to make you see stars. The other returns to stimulate your clit.

Every gasp and moan he swallows greedily as if this is truly what he lives for.

When you cum he follows soon after.

Peter’s eyes open to see his dark ceiling. Sweat and a sticky fluid coat his chest and his legs are tingled in the thin bed sheets. His body trembles from aftershocks of pleasure, phantom touches from you keeping him blissed, but he knows this pleasure is nothing compared to what it must be like with you.

What time was it now? Probably too late to call while he rubs another one out. What were you doing? Was it too much to hope you were dreaming of him?

He reached for the Kleenex to wipe off while the other hand still clutched your panties like a talisman.

They had been your favorite pair once but had disappeared. Peter personally considered them a lucky pair because you wore them the first time you had met.

“I’m sure nothing beats the real thing…Wait, for me, Y/n.”

Hey guys!

The mods and I have talked and we decided we missed writing and all this jazz, so we are going to come back with writing and stuff! It might take us a minute to get back onto a schedule but we will be posting regularly as soon as possible!

~Beau

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