Decided to make this beauty of a tumblr. Welcome to my shit hole! This is pretty much going to be dedicated to Spideypool fanfictions, fanart (with credit to the artists of course), and everything along those lines. I myself don’t make art, I wish I was artistic, but I’m quite entertaining otherwise? I think? Anyways, enjoy

Tony: what is going on here?

Morgan: *dressed in a red frilly gown* we’re playing princesses! Peter is taking his carriage very slowly by his rivals home, so that he can see his latest hat.

Peter: *driving a toy car, wearing a sequined blue dress with a matching blue hat* Eat you’re heart out Harley, you toad-eating hag.

Harley: *sipping tea from a plastic tea cup, dressed in an abysmal yellow gown* Peter, you must surely be aware that I am unable to view the roads from my castle due to the vastness of my estate.

Peter: oh, please do forgive my mistake, Harley, I had only assumed you could see from that ostentatiously high pedestal atop of which you have placed yourself.

Morgan: Ohhhhh! The girls are fighting!!!!!



Random Stranger: omg I love your necklace where did you get it?

Doctor Strange: oh it’s not a necklace actually it’s an amulet known as ‘the eye of agamotto’ which contains the infinity time stone. It allows the user to travel alter time, and could potentially destroy the universe if it falls into the wrong hands. But thanks

Peter: *swinging in out of no where* oh! And he got it at Claire’s!

Ned: what would happen if a werewolf and a vampire bit a human at the same time?

Harley: it turns them into a furby!

Peter: it takes a screen shot!

Morbius: …… *tied down* these are not the type of questions I expected you to ask me.

Shuri: the awkward moment when you realize the sound of nature is the sound of millions of animals, birds, and insects desperately trying to get laid.

Harley: the sweet sound of nature

Peter: sound just like high school actually.

Harley: Scientifically, it’s mad fucked up that humans drink the milk of another animals when we make our own. Like you don’t see rhinos sucking on a goat for milk. Mad fucked up. Scientifically.

Peter: how high are you?

Harley:yes.

Deadpool: I might not have “money” or “a high IQ” or “a likeable personality” or “a symmetrical face” or “a perfect smile” or “a significant other” or “a good vibe about me” or “normal eating tendencies” or “a good work ethic” or “any job prospects” or “a good relationship with my dad.”

Spiderman:…………but?

Deadpool: No that’s about it.

Peter: I have a very annoying neighbor, can someon teach me trumpet?

Harley: that’s the best part! You don’t need to learn to play trumpet to annoy them. Just try your best and have fun!

Peter: oh wow you are so right! Thank you!

Harley: Old people? More like fold people! *makes an origami swan out of a printed picture of Ironman*

Peter: literally what is going on through your mind that motivated you to make that.

Peter: *venting* -and then, even though I saved the day, Jay Jonah Jameson called me a web slinging menace!

Eddie: Let me go see this prick, I’ll tear his head off.

Peter: Literally or Figuratively?

Eddie:Yes.

Carol: *addressing the whole Iron family* no offense to all the people in this family but what the fuck is wrong with everybody?

[Harley after he moves to NYC]

Harley: *talking to Peter on the phone* Does mace work on birds???

Peter: *miffed* what?

Harley: if a pigeon is attacking me will mace be an effective deterrent?

Peter: Um……… what????

Harley: *screaming into the phone as indignant and pissed off squacking of a pigeon is going on in the background* THIS IS A TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION PLEASE JUST TELL ME!!!!!!!

This is Peter and MJ:

MJ: I can’t wait until I get a job at Starbucks because I’m going to spell everyone’s name wrong so they can’t instagram their cups.

Flash: are you satan?

Shuri: are you god?

MCU!Peter: are we humans?

Ned: Or are we dancer?

Raimi Peter: is this the real life

TASM Peter: or is this just fantasy

Harley: No this is Patrick

Boundaries

Peter Parker x Reader

warnings:dark!peter,dub!con,sex pollen

Peter felt guilty, but only a little.

You stood a few feet away from him, and he couldn’t even bother trying to hide the way he was ogling you.

The way your nipples were poking through your shirt had his fingers twitching to pinch them.

Fuck.

He took a deep breathe, trying to calm himself. Balling his fists up at his sides.

It was cold outside the cabin the two of you were residing in for the mission you’d just completed, and apparently inside too.

“Peter, dinners almost ready” you smile sweetly at him and he bites the inside of his cheek at the way blood is already rushing to his cock.

But how could he help it? It was just so domestic, you cooking for him. You didn’t have to, you did it because you wanted to. Because you cared about him, but as a friend. Peter has to remind himself. And friends don’t cross certain boundaries.

But with the way your hair fell around your face as you fixed him a plate had him wanting to web swing right over all those god forsaken boundaries.

“I hope you like it, I’ve only made this dish a few times…” you chirp hopefully and Peter’s stomach churns with affection. You were so cute.

“I’m sure I’m gonna love it Y/N, you’re too good to me” Peter thanks you as you both sit down to eat. You blush at his kind words, you were going to make dinner for yourself. Of course you’d make some for him as well, he was one of your closest friends and favorite team mate.

“I’ll cook for you anytime Pete” you grin, taking your first bite and he follows suit. He doesn’t know what was better, how amazing the food tasted or the sound of you promising to cook for him whenever he wanted.

He groans as his mouth explodes with a mixture of delicious flavors. You find yourself blushing again at the sound of it, rumbling low in his chest.

His brown hair sitting in perfect loose curls on his head. Peter had always been attractive, but now he’s grown up. Broader shoulders, and a more muscular frame made for a way more confident man, assertive almost.

Peter took note of your red cheeks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Mmmph, this is amazing Y/N” he compliments you. And he wasn’t lying, you were an amazing cook.

“I’m glad you like it…” you hum. The way you were beaming at him made a feeling of guilt wash over him once again for what he was about to do.

You and Peter had done dozens of missions together, you had a mutual trust. Peter was the genius, you let him handle certain things and you others. Of course you were smart, and read the mission reports etc…but sometimes on a quick retrieval trip like the one you were on now; you didn’t always bother with all the details.

On this trip Peter had paid attention to all the details, like the fact that one of the things you had retrieved was an aphrodisiac from Asgard.

“Let me grab us some drinks” Peter offers, standing before you could even respond. He sighs, pouring you both glasses of wine and the aphrodisiac into yours.

Peter knows he’s betraying your trust by doing this. But he needs you. Every part of him yearns for you. As he sets the glasses down on the table, he prays one day you can forgive him.

“Mmm, is it a bit chilly in here or just me?” You question, taking a sip of your wine. Peter nods in agreement, heart hammering in his chest as he watches you drink.

“Yeah, it is kind of cold” he adds, playing it off and keeping his demeanor calm and collected. This is what he had to do to have you.

You drink and joke, no longer feeling the cold from outside like you did before. Actually; you were getting pretty warm.

Your eyes fall shut as a surge of heat rushes through you, quickly passing. You try to brush it off, but soon your find yourself gripping the table when something stirs deep in your belly. You stifle a moan, curling over to conceal yourself as your face contorts at the random feelings of pleasure.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter feigns innocence to your condition, knowing very well what was happening to you. Of course he did his research. He’d never want to hurt you. You’d just finally have that extra push into his arms that he needed.

“I’m fine“ you try to lie, lifting your head up only to be cut off by another burst of pleasure that had your jaw dropping in a gasp.

“Peter..” you whimper, eyes locking with his and he’s next to you in seconds.

“Let’s get you in bed” he suggests, and you agree. You strip down to your tank top and underwear, body still growing hotter and hotter. You couldn’t bother to feel ashamed right now.

Of course you’d been horny but you’d never felt like this before. Your core was practically clenching around nothing at this point and you were counting down the seconds until Peter left so you could shove your hand into your panties and make yourself cum. But Peter had other plans.

He takes off his own shirt, climbing into the bed next to you and pulling you too him. Your body screams in welcome at the contact from a man as handsome as him. But he was a friend; and more importantly your teammate. Sleeping with him was off limits, no matter how wet your pussy was. Or how good he felt pressed against you.

“Peter I could be contagious! What are you doing?” You try your best to scare him off, brain only working at partial capacity at this point. It was taking actual effort to keep yourself from rubbing against him.

“I’m taking care of you” he coos, hand coming up to rest on your side.

“I’m not that kind of sick, you can go I promise” you respond with words, but your body leans into his touch.

“What kind of sick are you then Y/N” he asks, hand sliding up until it sits right under your curve of your breast.

You’re sure he doesn’t realize, certain his hands have the intentions of simply making you feel better. But still your thighs grow sticky with wetness from the feel of them.

“Let me help you Y/N” he whispers, voice laced with something dangerous.

His hand goes up even further until his groping your breast and you hum at how nice his big hand feels.

“Fuck, you’re perfect” he groans, flicking your nipple through your shirt and your hips jerk at the how good it feels. Peter smirks, doing it again and you can’t help squeak.

“Peter, stop. We can’t!” You feel yourself have a moment of clarity, this was too much.

“What’s wrong? It’s supposed to feel good if someone plays with your nipples” he answers, leaning in to kiss your neck and both hands now tweaking your nipples.

Your hands go to his shoulders to push him off, but before you can his actions have you succumbing to power of the aphrodisiac again.

“Peter please…” you find yourself begging and Peter bites down on your neck before sucking a bruise into it.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, kissing down the column of your throat and making quick work of your shirt so he can bury his face in your chest.

“More” is all you can choke out as his mouth wraps around your nipple.

Your panties are next to go, his hands eager to get rid of them. He’d dreamed of this.

He runs a finger down your folds, letting his digit get coated by your wetness. He switches nipples as he pushes his first finger into you.

“Oh fuckkk” you drawl, hips bucking at the welcomed intrusion. He chuckles adding another finger, and he grunts at how tight you are.

“So fucking right; even just around my fingers” he breathes finally coming up from your tits to kiss your mouth. His lips were soft but you could feel the strength behind them. He lead and you followed.

“…be even tighter around your cock” you pull away from the kiss breathlessly and Peter takes out his fingers to gently smack your pussy.

“I can only imagine” he quips and you reach your hands up tangle in his thick hair,

“Don’t imagine it, fuck me” you tilt your face up to kiss him again. It’s all tongue and teeth as Peter kicks down his pants and boxers.

“Anything you want baby”

And then he’s pushing his hard cock into you. Your back arches, and Peters arms reach under you to pull you as close to him as possible.

He thrusts sharply, dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through the room.

You can barely catch your breath at how good everything feels, and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Cum for me Y/N” he hums, pressing his lips yours and you struggle to kiss him back as your high washes over you.

Your hips jerk in pleasure, walls contracting around him and bringing him to his own peak. He fills you up, grunting you name as he spills inside of you.

Peter breathes heavily, burying his face in your neck as you both come down.

So much for boundaries.

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this is the most different thing I’ve ever written, let me know if y’all want more like this just tryna to ease my way into some darker stuff!

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