Peter Parker Preferences

"Feeling a little shy, darling? Even after you just face f*cked me?"

A/N: After the great response and feedback from the last chapter, the general consensus was that, people wanted more back story into the reader's genderfluidity and less cliffhangers. Hehe.

As I noted previously, I am not genderfluid. So my knowledge is derivative of information I have researched and personal accounts kindly provided by others.

I hope I have written something that reads as authentic. Please continue to comment your thoughts and feelings on each chapter. Not only is it helpful to know if I'm treating a topic with the respect and understanding it deserves, it's also very encouraging as a writer to know that someone is enjoying my creation.

Happy Pride, dear readers. Stay safe, stay technicolour.

UGLD

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What the f*ck was gender? This was a question you had asked yourself on so many occasions and more importantly, why did it matter? Why did the colours you wore or the clothes you wrapped your form in have to define who you were? Why was it imperative to society that you stayed within an outdated understanding of a fixed binary?

You had no qualms with those who were cisgender, especially if they were queer or allies. What you took umbrage with was how some individuals thought it was their right to police how you should present yourself.

Just like their gender was none of your business, yours too was not up for debate. Educational discussions between mature adults, genuinely wanting to be more understanding to an identity different to their own? Now that was something you were completely fine with.

Being Genderfluid was not a universal experience for everyone who was gender non-conforming. Some found there was a pattern to their fluctuating identity. For others, it was completely random. The duration that a certain gender would stay fixed was completely specific to each person.

Dare you even mention pronouns? Language is an ever-evolving method of communication. Thanks to people like Shakespeare, who invented 1,700 words and phrases, you could tell knock knock jokes and ask, "who's there?" And yet, who knew singular they/them/theirs could cause so much anger!

Of course, not all genderfluid people went by just they/them. Some used a mixture of she/he/them or neopronouns, (third person, gender-neutral pronouns).

Like any identity, realising you were genderfluid had taken some time process and understand how it worked for you. There had been much trial and error but eventually, things had fallen into place and you had found your authentic self.

Then you had met your partner and suddenly, it felt as if you were back at square one.

You recalled the first time you had become acquainted with the funny, talented, handsome...

...did you already say handsome? The handsome male. You did not believe in love at first sight but there was no denying they small (large) spark you had felt when you had been introduced to him.

He had warmly smiled at you and like a gentleman, he had taken your hand to shake it. That had made you giggle and in turn, made him grin more.

Throughout the course of the evening, you had gotten to know each other and the more you learnt about him, the more you wished the clocks would stop, just so you could talk and talk and talk.

Alas, the sun had eventually risen, signifying that it was time for you to bid farewell to your new friend.

Like you, he had not wanted the night to end, so with mutual interest, you had exchanged numbers. He promised to be in contact about a date, if you were wanting to go out with him, that was...

Before you could agree, you admitted that there was something you had needed him to know. You briefly explained your genderfluidity to him and how it worked for you. You also added that, you understood if his offer of a date was no longer available. Genderfluidity was not for everyone.

Much to your surprise, he reassured you that he had no problem with your identity. To his credit, he was honest about not knowing a great deal about all gender definitions but he was willing to learn, especially if it meant getting to know you better.

With a smile and promise of a text, you were skeptical of ever hearing from the male in the future.

Just as you were leaving the party, your phone had buzzed, prompting you to unlock the screen. It was him.

Hey, how do you feel about getting pancakes?

And the rest, they say, was history. You were re-nestled between his thighs, bringing your lover to an all new, much needed high.

As he came in your mouth, you heard him use your chosen nickname. You had one allotted for each gender, which corresponded with the colour-coded bracelets you wore on your wrist.

Even when vulnerable and in need of some specially tailored love, he was still mindful not to misgender you. Of course there were instances when he'd stumble or you would forgot to tell him of a gender shift but overall, he did his best and you loved him immensely for it.

As he leaned back heavily against the pillows, you moved yourself up his body, carefully pushing his shirt to reveal his stomach, which you proceeded to pepper with kisses. "You're so pretty, baby." you mumbled against his skin, smirking when you heard his breath hitch. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Y-yes." he blushed in return, cheeks turning pink instantly.

"Feeling a little shy, darling? Even after you just face f*cked me?"

You had to stifle a giggle when his buried his face in his hands to hid his evident embarrassment.

Startling your partner, you carefully took both wrists in your hands and pried the palms away, revealing his exquisite features. "I'm only joking, my love. You know I'd let you do almost anything to me with your c*ck."

Brushing a rogue lock away, your gently ran your fingers through his hair, regarding him with a gentle expression when you felt him lean into your touch. "How does a bath and a takeaway sound?"

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To be continued...

A/N: I know, I know...there wasn't much smut in this chapter. Would you like to read more chapters with a genderfluid!reader or is there another part that I've previously started, that you'd like me to continue?