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talaok · 4 months
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Movie night
Summary: Peter's coming over for your weekly movie night, and you’ve decided you wanna confess your feelings for him, but as it turns out, he has similar plans
Warnings: Smut| unprotected p in v sex, praising, soft!Dom Peter
a/n: thanks to this request I might go back into my Peter Parker era honestly. Also, @wtvbabes (this is not the person that made the request)
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It was time for the weekly movie night with Peter, 
You had been doing it for so long that you didn't even remember how or when it started, it was now simply a part of your routine.
Every Friday night, at 6 o'clock you went to whatever house was free, ordered pizza, and watched a movie each of you had chosen.
It was routine, so you shouldn't have been nervous... except that this time, this time wasn't gonna be like the other times, this time you had made a promise to yourself that you were finally gonna come clean, that you were finally gonna confess your feelings.
You had been keeping it a secret for way too long, and you were tired... god, were you tired, it was exhausting pretending like you didn't want more, like you didn't wanna kiss him and hold his hand every time you were together, and perhaps it was the holiday spirit surrounding you, or perhaps it was the fact that Gemma, your other best friend, had given you a 30-minute talk about how you should just "stop being a little bitch and tell him already" after you had started your usual ramble about how perfect and great Peter was,
But you had made peace with yourself, if this was gonna ruin your entire friendship, if you were gonna lose him forever, then so be it, because at the end of the day, if you couldn't have him like you really wanted to, then there was no point in having him at all.
And just then, when you were repeating your script to the mirror for the thousandth time, the words coming out of your mouth not even making sense anymore, he knocked at the door.
For some reason, a gasp fled your throat, but after the familiar "hey, it's me" from the other side of the door all you could do was take a deep breath and fix your dress.
It's all gonna be ok, it's all gonna be ok
"hi" you smiled, opening the door
Your anxiety must have been all over your face because the way he frowned at you told you everything you needed to know.
"hi" he said, coming into the house as he inspected your face "is something wrong?" he asked "Please don't tell me your sister changed the password to her Netflix again"
You forced a smile to your lips "no, no everything is fine- let's just... sit down"
"ok..." he frowned, following you as you sat on the couch "did something happen, or-"
"no" you shut him down "I-I just wanted" You shook your head as you regretted your choice of words "no actually, I need to- uhm- to tell you something"
You watched his eyes widen slightly, but out of all the things he could have said, he chose the only one that made you even fucking more anxious.
"Really?" he smiled "That's funny 'cause I do too"
You swore you felt your heart stop beating.
What could he ever need to tell you?
"w-what?" 
Your voice didn't even sound like your own, it was just fear and stress finding a way to come out of your body.
"yeah" he nodded, watching you closely "so... you wanna go first or..."
"no, no, you go first" you spit out, making him chuckle
He still didn't get why you were acting so weird, but to be perfectly transparent, he was kind of freaking out internally himself, so he didn't really have the brain capacity to investigate further.
"Alright" he laughed "I'll go first"
His eyes focused behind you for a moment as he prepared for whatever was coming, and just then, did you notice that perhaps you weren't the only nervous one.
What is it?
Did something happen
Oh god, did he find a girlfriend?
Your heart was beating out of your chest and then just like that, he came out and said: "Y/n I like you" with a hopeful smile on his face, while yours completely stilled.
Actually not just your face, you as a whole went completely still, frozen at the words that had just come out of his mouth
Did I just imagine that?
Am I dreaming or something?
What the actual fuck is going on?
That was supposed to be my lin-
"y/n are you there?"
He was talking to you, you realized.
"w-w-what?" your eyes were wide open in shock 
"I know" he smiled, scratching the back of his neck, "I know it's out of the blue, and I really really hope this won't ruin anything, but... I've been feeling like this for a long time about you, and I just- I needed to tell you"
And then you could do nothing, absolutely nothing but throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.
"y/n?" he murmured, hugging you back, but before he could say anything else you leaned away, still holding onto him as if he were a life jacket, and smiled like an idiot.
"I like you too Peter-" you grinned "I really really like you"
The smile on his face now matched yours, as his eyes sparked with joy
"you do?"
"of course I do!" you almost yelled from the excitement "that's-that's what I wanted to tell you! I can't believe this"
You looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous and unbelievably happy altogether, 
you were so close, but an inch between your faces, that what happened next was inevitable.
His lips were on yours, 
his lips were on yours and they felt every bit as good as you had spent hours and hours imagining.
And then for a moment, you both leaned away, looking at each other as soft silly laughs fled your throats.
"i can't believe this is real" he breathed, melting your heart right into a puddle
"I can't either"
And then his lips were back on yours, but this time... this time he was hungrier.
His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands were one holding your face, while the other started roaming your body, pulling soft whimpers from you as your arms remained locked behind his neck, your left hand gently playing with his hair,
And then in no time, without a clue of how or when, you were lying on the couch, and he was on top of you, his legs parting your thighs.
And you didn't need to know when it had happened, because all you knew was that you liked it, god you really fucking liked it.
His whole broad and strong body was engulfing yours, his scent was all around you, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth... his mouth was simply heavenly.
As embarrassing as it was, you couldn't control your body as you started grinding down onto his leg to try and relieve some of the need pooling between your legs.
"please" you pleaded, whimpering softly into the kiss.
"I like it when you beg, sweetheart"
And if you wanted him before, you now needed him
His lips moved to your neck, starting a slow trail from just below your ear, down until he found your shirt as an obstacle.
You didn't need to be told twice and helped him take it off of you in a second.
Your bra wasn't far behind.
"god, you're so beautiful" he praised, making you blush 
he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand played with the other one, making you lose your goddamn mind as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.
"oh my god" you moaned, one of your hands going to his hair as he switched up the breast he was taking care of.
Your panties were completely drenched
He continued his work as his hands traveled underneath your skirt, caressing your thighs in a way that was turning you into a putty mess in his hands.
His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and with the help of you raising your hips, only the sheer fabric of your panties divided him from where you begged for his attention
"Peter" you called, stopping him as he had seated himself in between your legs
"yes, sweetheart?"
"I-I've only ever done this once"
His features softened and one of his hands traveled to your face to cup your cheek as he left a soft kiss on your lips
"don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised "I'll take care of everything, you just relax, ok?"
"ok" You nodded softly "I trust you"
He smiled at that, kissing you again "Thank you"
And no more than a few seconds after that, you were completely bare before him.
"you're perfect sweetheart" he murmured "fucking perfect"
He left a kiss on your pussy, making you moan, before his lips were on you again, and you were more desperate than you had ever been.
Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, frantically trying to get it off of him.
"Peter please take this off"
He didn't need to be told twice.
His shirt was on the floor with the rest of your clothes in no time, and then came his pants.
He went back to kissing you, the kiss now a heated mess between your moans and his hunger.
"baby please" you whined, your hand going to his boxers 
"what do you want sweetheart?"
"you, please, all of you"
Your voice was so thin and so breathy it was almost incomprehensible
"what about me?" he asked, his mouth next to your ear "You want my cock sweetheart, is that what you want?"
"yes" you moaned, as his hand played with your clit "I'm begging you, please, I need you inside of me"
He freed his cock from the confines of his briefs, as he kept kissing your neck
"you're gonna be good?" he asked, his tip now collecting all your juices and making you squirm uncontrollably "you're gonna be good and take all of it?"
"yes" you breathed "yesplease, yes-"
And without so much as a warning, he had started to push into you
"told you I like hearing you beg"
You moaned so loud you surprised even yourself, and then he retracted his hips and pushed another inch of himself in you, and you were just about ready to die.
"O-oh my god, P-peter" you moaned
He made the same motion again, and you couldn't help but look down at where your bodies were meeting, and that's when you noticed,
"fuck you're so big" you breathed, watching as he thrust only half of his dick inside of you
"it's ok" he purred, kissing your neck sloppily "Just be a good girl and take it" he ordered, pushing in again "Take it all inside this tight little pussy"
A high-peached moan fled your mouth again, as your pussy stretched around him,
"just like that," he said, his hot breath fanning over your skin "That's a good girl"
He was now fully inside you, by some miracle, he had made himself fit, and he felt absolutely perfect.
"fuck you feel so good" he groaned, picking up his pace "so tight" he grunted, feeling your walls squeeze him better than anything ever before "like you were made for me" his thrusts somehow felt deeper now, resulting in even more moans and cries coming out of your mouth
"O-oh god" you whimpered, feeling him hit and hit and hit again that perfect spot inside of you.
"You're taking me so well sweetheart"
The couch was now shaking with each of his movements, while your brain had stopped working and all you could do was cry out as he brought heaven to you.
"look at you" he murmured, kissing your mouth "So beautiful" he praised "so fucking pretty" he groaned, as your walls tightened around him "squeezing me so good" 
His thrusts were so fucking deep you could feel them in your belly, and your orgasm was inevitably approaching
"such a good girl"
A louder moan left your throat at that, and he definitely noticed
"you like it when I call you that?" he asked, smirking devilishly "You like hearing that you're my good girl?"
Again, another cry, followed by a frantic nod now.
Your ability to talk had been lost a while ago.
"It's just what you are" he purred in your ear now "You're my good girl y/n, only mine"
And that, that sent you definitively over the edge.
A series of cries and moans resembling his name came out of your mouth as the best orgasm of your life took over your body completely.
He waited for you to come down from your high before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed all over your belly not a second later.
"fuck" he muttered, his head falling to the crook of your neck
You stayed there for a moment, waiting for your heartbeats and breathing to calm down,
And only then, only after you spent five minutes in the most comfortable silence, did he lean away to look at you.
"I love you, Peter"
You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, it was just the truth
And not a beat had passed, that he had already answered
"I love you, y/n"
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littlemissomega · 1 year
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Meeting the Coworkers Part 1
Warnings: smut, kinda threesome [steve doesnt really do anything] dom!steve x innocent!sub!reader x dom!peter parker, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], mention of oral m recieving, fingering, mention of virginity, degrading, squirting, overuse of the words 'whimpers' and 'chuckles' (yes that's a warning)
Summary: Steve has been clear about his polyamorous relationship with some of his coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she never really wanted to meet any of them. Steve intrudices her to Peter first, and things get heated
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"Are you sure you're ready for this, princess? Cause if not, we can always kick him out and-"
"Stevie," Y/N interrupts, "I-I'm ready! I want to…to try,"
"Okay, babygirl, let me call him in,"
Steve runs his hand up and down Y/N's soft thigh.
"Peter, you can come in now!" Steve calls.
Y/N's breath catches in her throat and she curls in closer to Steve when she sees him. 
Steve and Y/n have been dating for a year and she's never been happier. Steve made sure she knew off the nst that he has in a polyamorous relationships with a few people he works with, but she should not feel pressured at all the become apart of it. So it had just been the two of them for a year.
But Y/N got increasingly more curious about that part of Steve's life.
"You remember Peter, dont you, princess?" Steve asks gently.
Y/N nods. She remembers the day she and Steve were out getting coffee and Peter just "happened' to be there. He made her even more curious. And a few other emotions she didn't quite understand.
He made her blood light on fire, just like Stevie does, which confused her. She didn't want to cheat on Steve, she loves him! One night, she confessed the feelings she had to Steve, and he just chucked and kissed her nose. 
"Hi, darlin'! You look pretty today!" Peter smiles.
Y/N cheeks flush at the complement.
"T-thank you," she stutters.
"Awww she such a cutie, Steve! Can't even take a complement without blushing!"
"I know! She's my shy llittle baby," Steve chuckles.
Y/N blushes even harder and fiddles with the hem of her sundress. She's sitting on the bed between Steve's legs. She doesn't even hear Peter talking to her through her blushing. Peter sits down on the bed and gently grabs her chin, making her look up st him.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, babygirl,"
Y/N let's out an involuntary whimper, causing both men to chuckle.
"What do you say when you understand, princess?" Steve asks.
"Yes, sir," Y/N responds.
"Good girl," steve whispers in her ear.
"You've got her trained right up, don't you?" Peter chuckles, "you wanna lay back, pretty girl?"
Y/N looks back at Steve and he nods. She scoots forward on the bed so she can lay back, making sure to hold the hem of her dress so it doesn't ride up. Steve positions her head in his lap and she looks up at him with wide, doe eyes.
"Are you sure you want this, bunny?" Steve asks one last time 
"Uh huh!"
"Do you remember your safe word?"
"Red," Y/N nods.
"Good girl! You hear that, Peter?" Steve asks, looking up at his boyfriend, "she says red and you stop,"
"Sir yes sir," Peter chuckles.
"Daddy?" Y/N whispers.
"Yes, bunny?" Steve respinds.
"Is he gonna be gentle?"
"Even gentler than me" Steve chuckles.
"Can you h-hold my hand, Daddy?"
"Of course, pretty girl," Steve smiles, lacing his fingers with hers
Peter positions himself in front of Y/N's clamped shut thighs and grabs the hem of her dress; going to take it off.
"Wait," Yn interrupts, "C-can I keep it on? Just f-for now?"
"Of course, princess," Steve and Peter respond at the same time.
Y/N always been insecure about her body. She thinks she too short, and as Steve likes to call it, 'curvy'.
Peter flips the hem of her skirt up just so her white cotton panties show. 
"You gott open your pretty thighs if you want me to do anythjng," Peter chuckles, gently rubbing her thighs.
Y/N lets out another whimper and hides her face in Steve's lap.
"Can I kiss you?" Peter asks, wanting yn to feel more comfortable.
Yn looks up at steve as if she's asking permission.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, bunny," Steve smiles, stroking her hair.
"Yes please," yn whispers.
Peter moves up so he's straggling yn and lowers his lips down to hers. He smells like peppermint and kisses her gently and reassuringly. It takes her breath away and went he pulls away and moves down to her neck, she's gasping.
"A-arent you gonna…give Stevie a kiss?" Yn asks quietly.
"Awww silly baby!" Steve chuckles, "always thinking 'bout her Daddy!"
Steve grabs Peter's chin and kisses him passionately. Yn whimpers at the heated sight above her.
"Good boy," Y/N hears Steve mumble into Peter's lips.
Steve pulls away from the kjss.
"Now get to work," Steve chuckles.
Peter kisses down yns neck and her eyes flutter closes.
"You're so beautiful," Peter mumbles.
Warmth blooms through y/n. Steve calls her beautiful every day, but it's weird hearing it from someone else. Nice, but weird.
"Thank y-you,"
"Oh such polite little baby! Did you Daddy teach you that?" Peter asks.
"Uh huh!" Yn nods.
"Now, be a good girl and open those pretty thigh," peter croons.
Yn buries her face back in Steve's lap as she slowly spreads her thighs. Peter settles between them and smirks at the little wet patch.
"I've surprised Steve doesn't have you in little lacy panties!" Peter chuckles.
"Daddy loves my pa- oooh," yns moan interrupts her and peter gently strocks her clit through her panties.
"So sensitive! Look at me," peter voices.
But y/n keeps her face hidden. Steve reaches down and spanks Yns thigh. She gasps and looks up at him in shcok.
"You know better! You've gonna give me a reputation of not knowing how to keep my little baby slut in line! Listen to Peter or else!" Steve snaps 
"I'm sorry Daddy!" Y/n whimpers.
Y/n looks down at Peter and he keeps eye contact with her and he slowly tugs her panties down. She squirms under his intense gaze, but she doesn't look at. Yn doesnt want her Daddy to get mad again!
The cold air hits yns wet pussy and she gasps, attempting to close her legs, but Peter stops her.
"Fuck, what a pretty pussy!" Peter croons.
Y/n's face flushes even more.
Peter continues looking at her and he lowers his lips to her pussy and gives her clit a little kitten lick. Yn jolts and moans as Peter continues. Her toes curl and she clutches Steve's hand.
"Sweetest fucking pussy I've ever had," Peter mumbles into her, the vibrations jolting her core.
"Ngjjff Daddyyy," she moans.
"What, pumpkin? I'm not the one makes your pretty pussy feel good, Peter is!" Steve chuckles, leaning down to kiss her nose.
Yn states up at steve with wide eyes as Peter continued lightly lapping her clit. She squirms at the sensation. Warmth grows in yns core quickly.
"You know what she really likes?" Steve voices, turning his attention to Peter. He stops and looks up to listen, making yn whimper, "when you give her clit a little smack. I've made her cum before from just spanking her clit!"
"Oh really? What a naughty little slut!" Peter croons, smaking yns clit.
Yns back jolts off the bed and the tries moving away from peter to escape the sensation, but that just causes him to do it more.
"Sit still," Steve snaps.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just-just nghfjfhf too much!" Yn blabbers.
"I've barely touched you!" Peter inserts.
He smacks her clit again before leaning down and plant a soft kiss. The kiss turns into sucking on it. Yn moans as she gets closer to her release. 
"D-daddy I'm gonna cum! Can I please cum?"
"I'm not the one you need to ask, doll,"
Yn looks down at peter, her face bright red.
"Peter please," she whimpers.
"Please what?" Peter asks mockinglg, switching to rubbing circles on her clit.
"Peter please please please gonna cum oh please please can I cum, sir?" Yn babbles.
"Good girl. Cum for me, baby,"
Yn throws her head back and grips the sheets and fire corses through her vveins. peter gently works her through her orgasum. She bites down on her lip to try and muffle some of her moans.
But once yn starts to relax again, peter goes straight back to work. He goes to slip two fingers in, but then realizes y/n's sopping hole is far too tight for that. He's able to slip the tip on one in, but barely. He moves his mouth from her clit as she squirms uncomfortably from the stretch and sensitivity from her last orgasam.
"Fuck she's tigher than a virgin!" Peter coments.
"That's cause she is one!" Steve chuckles.
Peter looks up in shock.
"You haven't popped her cherry yet?"
"Nope! I've tried loads of times, but Daddy's fat cock is just too big for your little baby pussy, isn't it?" Steve asks yn.
"No wonder you're wound so tight when you come over! Wands couldn't walk for a week after y'alls last date! You've been using up all your self restraint here!"
Yn feels a pang of guilt. Is she hurting her Daddy? Is he bitter than he hasn't been able to 'pop her cherry's? She starts feeling even more guilty when Steve leans down and softly kisses her.
"I love you., baby bear. And I've already told you, we're taking this at tihr pass. So stop thinking about it!" Steve whispers getnly.
"Damn she's dripping down my wrist and I can barely get one finger in!" Peter voices, finally easing his finger in.
"Relax your pretty pussy, baby," Steve orders gently, "it'll feel better if you do,".
Yn sniffles as peter works his finger in and out of her, digging her nails into Steve's hand.
"I can see what you mean, man," peter starts, sliding his finger in and out slowly, "she'd probably suffocate your dick off if you tried to put it in!"
"Oh yeah! My little baby is just so much smaller than me! I've never been able to get more than two fingers in her pretty pussy, even after making her cum till she's dumb and with lube!" Steve explains.
"I can see why!"
"I've tried putting my cock in before, but I just can't make even the tip fit, and she cries so hard I just can't,"
"Daddyyy," Y/N whimpers, her face flaming red, "staph it!"
"Stop what?" Steve asks mockinglg.
Yn struggles to form words with Peter's finger in her pussy, and his thumb starting to rub circles on her swollen clit.
"Stop talking a-about putting…..you in m-me," yn stutters embarrassedly.
"Aww bunny! You had my cock in your mouth just this morning and can't even say the word!"
"Daddy shhh!"
Y/n's thighs start quivering even more as another climax builds.
"Do I need to put my cock back in your mouth so maybe you remember to word?" Steve asks.
Yn jumps at the idea and crans her head back furture.
"Uh huh uh huh uh huh! Please Daddy, I'll be good! Wanna make you feel good Daddy!" Yn responds excitedly but yet still so innocently.
"Oh I was just messing with you, baby bunny! Right now is just about you and making your pretty pussy feel good.
Yns face drops and eter chuckles into her pusy, making her moan.
"B-but Daddy I-" yn starts.
"Maybr if you're good, I'll let you suck on Daddys cock later," steve smirks, pating her cheek.
"Damn, Rogers, you've got her giving you blow jobs as a reward?"
"She's a Daddy's girl," steve ssmirks. 
Peter startd sliding his finger in and out faster and yns pussy flutters around him more. Yn struggles to contain her sounds, and Peter and Steve can tell.
"Let me hear you, pretty girl," Peter orders.
"B-but-"
"Stop muffling your pretty moans or you won't be cumming for a month," Steve snaps.
Yns moans start bubbling over as the last of her pride finally melts awat. Her body ie on fire.
"Good girl," peter chuckles, "does that feel good?"
"Fuck fuck f-fuck feels s-jfkfjfhfj so good! Can I cum again, sir?" Yn blubbers himystrrically, her brain foggy with pleasure.
"What a dirty mouth! Cum for me, dirty girl," Peter responds.
"Look at him while you cum," Steve orders, moving yns head so she has to looking in Peter's eyes while she cums.
Yn moans and squirms and pants through her orgasm. Fire engulfs her belly and she squirts all over Peter's face. She has to request the urge to let her eyes flutter shut.
"Fuck shes a squirter?" Peter moans.
"Oh all the time! I'm surprised she didn't earlier! She must be dehydrated. Have you not been drinking enough water today, bug?" Steve asks.
Yn just whimpers, not able to form words after another intense climax. Peter keeps going at first, then he stops. Yn let's out a sigh of relief, knowing she'd be even more sensitive after that. Her eyes flutter shut and she relaxes against the mattress.
Then she feels the tip of something hard and warm against her puffy pussy lips and jumps. Peter slides is cock through her soaking, sensitive folds and yn lets out a strangled cry, looking up at Steve. He smirks at her.
"Daddy," she cries.
"What is it, bug?"
"Too mu-much! Too sensitive!"
Yns magic blocking bracket flows as it works to keep her powers from overtaking her. When she gets overwhelmed, it's hard for her to control her magic, which is why Steve had Bruce make her the bracelet.
"Take it like a good girl, bunny,"
Peter's rough jeans rub against her thighs and she lets a loud moan.
Yn feel so warm it's maddening, and she starts tugging on her dress.
"Off off off please, Daddy, want it off!" Yn cries, her voice muddles with pleasure.
"Okay, baby boo, one second," Steve smirks.
Steve pulls his girlfriend's dress off over her head and throws it off the bed. Yn feels Peter's cock get even harder as he looks up and down her body.
"Fuck, you really did get a good one, Rogers,"
"Damn right I did,"
Steve reaches down and runs Y/N's nipple through her bra.
"Can I take this off too, pumpkin?" Steve asks, tugging on her bra.
Yn can barely hear him with Peter grinding against her core, so she just nods. Steve quickly takes off her bra to reveal yns hard nipples.
"Oh bunny, you're gonna be the death of me," Steve moans, looking down at her fucking out face.
Steve pinches her nipples between his fingers and she whimpers, twitching from all the stimulation.
Yn orgasm builds so quickly it feels like a freight train about to hit.
"Fuck daddy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fhck fuck," she babbles, "I can't cant cant too much ooh fhck,"
"Yes you can. Be a good girl and cum for Peter one more time,"
"Come on, pretty girl, I can feel you getting close. Cum all over my cock, honey," Peter moans.
Yn squirms everywhere, almost like she's trying to escape her orgasm, but she can't. It crashes into her and the whole world shatters.
Peter watches in awe as Yn cums, her face flushes red and sweat dripping down her body. Liquid squirts out onto Peter's abs, turning him on even more. He reaches up and runs the nipple Steve isn't. Her thigh quiver and her pussy flutters around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm.
"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks Steve, knowing yn is far too out of it to answer.
"On her stomach," Steve responds, pushing yns hair out of her face as she comes down from her orgasm.
Peter pulls his cock away from her dripping folds, causing a string of cum to string off. Her jerks off to the look of her fucked out face before letting it load out of her smooth stomach.
"Good boy," steve chuckles.
But Peter barely hears him, he's focused on check on yn.
Yn brain starts to clear as she comes up from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open and she sees Peter and Steve looking down at her.
"Hey, pretty girl!" Peter smiles gently, "you did so good!"
"So good!" Steve repeats.
"Really?" Yn asks weakky.
"Really! You were so so perfect, baby! Daddy is so proud of you!" Steve smiles.
Yn flushes contently.
"Thank you, Daddy,"
"How are you feeling, angel?" Steve asks.
"Sleepy," Y/N mumbles contently.
"Go to sleep, honey," Steve tells her, "We'll get you cleaned up, pretty girl,"
Yn drifts in and out of consciousness while they clean her up.
Peter goes to clean up Y/N's stomach with a tissue, but Steve stops him. 
"Can't let me pretty boy's cum go to waste!" Steve smirks, leaning down and starting to lick the cum off her stomach.
Yn squirms a little in her sleep, but doesnt stop him.
Once they finish cleaning her up, Peter and Steve snuggle up in bed next to Y/N. She's out cold.
"You did so good, honey," Steve tells Peter quietly.
"T-thank you"
"Not so confident now, are you? Now, you can let all that dominance  go to your head, baby boy! Bucky will tear your ass up if you brat off to him again,"
"I know, sir, I wont," Peter nods.
Peter looks down at Y/N as she sleeps peacefully.
"She's a perfect match," peter comments, "I know the others are gonna love her so that won't be an issue. Do you think she'll agree?"
"Hopefully," Steve responds.
"So, who are you gonna introduce her to next?"
"Hmm maybe Wanda,"
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youandtom2 · 2 years
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i WANT peter to lose his temper with me.
Temper? Lost it, mate.
Themes: Rough smut (18+), Dom!Peter, bratty!reader, unprotected sex! and other kinky stuff, aftercare too :) also this is waaaaay longer and probs unedited towards the end cos it's 3:30AM
Don't You Dare
There are a number of reasons why somebody would lose their temper and for the average person, stress, depression, financial difficulties, family issues, and drugs and alcohol are just some of those reasons. Perhaps if you were prone to anger, something as simple as losing a game could even trigger an outburst. It's basic human function to want to liberate the anger that bubbles inside you and when it finally happens the tension unwinds. You recall the last time you lost your temper when some asshole unapologetically pushed your friend walking past her on the streets and she fell to the floor in a stumble. You berated him, shouting and screaming profanities at him with such raw emotion and it felt good to release that unrestrained character in an otherwise overly-polite society.
It was an instance when you realised that losing your temper provided others with a snapshot of someone's true character, see what they're capable of. And the same epiphany washed over you again the night Peter lost his temper with you.
Peter's outrage initially stemmed from losing fight after fight with an enemy he had been battling for months. He had truly met his match because every single encounter ended with Peter barely managing to escape and returning to you bloodied, bruised and boiling with an irrefutable rage that he couldn't simmer. It soured his mood being physically, mentally and emotionally belittled by this guy and you tried so hard to pick him back up again, giving him the shelter, the care, the support he needed before he faced him again but he valued none of it, too distracted by his plans for retribution to thank you. Every priority of yours was Peter. Every worry was Peter. Every fibre of your being existed for Peter. All this time, your thoughts were on Peter. But for him? His stayed rooted on that...guy. He was obsessed and if loving him wasn't going to shift that obsession, what could?
The more Peter devoted himself to defeating his enemy, the more you questioned the integrity of your selflessness because you were fed up, the whole routine was becoming tedious and tiresome. And okay, you weren't going to lie - maybe you were jealous. It was sick and wrong but you envied the villainous psychopath that was single-handedly stealing your boyfriend's attention away from you all the time. The same villain that turned you into the side-character in Peter's quest while he promoted himself to the main protagonist. So you figured that if you were to truly have Peter's attention for yourself, to have his whole mind, body and soul focussed on you, you needed to gain it. Gain it like that villain does.
So you made him lose his temper with you.
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He's calling you again. It's late, it's dark and he's calling you for a pickmeup. There isn't a doubt in your mind that another one of his little standoffs with his obsession has gone wrong, and he needs you to save him, to be there for him like he expects you to be.
Not tonight, Peter.
You tell yourself he's fine and ignore the shrill ringing of your phone. You pan your attention back to the book you're reading, flipping through the pages without giving Peter a second thought.
The evening drifts in, time passing with rain battering against your window, the silhouettes of each little raindrop projected onto the page of your book by the orange lamp post outside. You turn the page, eyes expecting to see the words in front of you but the light dims and a bold shadow casts over your lap. Slowly, cautiously, your head peers towards your window to find Spider-Man, Peter, crouching upon the beams of your window sill. Without a word, he slithers in with a slight pant to his breath, perching himself onto your bed with his back leaning against the wall while you watch calmly. The raindrops drip from his curls to trace over the sharp angles of his cheeks, his jaw, the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows thickly. Watching him triggers you to do the same knowing what's ahead.
When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and his cheeks have already started to flush angrily. "Where the fuck were you?"
To further vex him, you deliberately leave him waiting, firstly finishing the page you're on before calling out. "I was here."
"I called you."
"I ignored it." Peter presumed that you were going to come up with some sort of excuse, so when you blurt out the truth he tilts his head with those wide eyes boring into you. You, however, remain heavily occupied by your book.
"You ignored me," he clarifies. "When I was out there fighting, when I was trying to protect the city, when I was hurt...You. Ignored. Me?"
Your eyes barely budge from the page. "Yup." Pop the 'p'. Make him mad.
"Why?"
"Felt like it." The smile painted across your lips is sickly sweet and patronising that it has Peter twitching his brows in frustration. "Thought I would give you two a little more bonding time."
"Excuse me?"
"You know, you've spent so much time obsessing over him that I can't tell whether you're fighting him or fucking him." Eventually your head tilts up and your eyes meet his, his expression stuck in a stupor that's falling closer and closer to something a little more aggravated to your success. Peter brings himself up onto his knees in front of you, nevertheless you persist. "Or maybe it's both..."
Suddenly, an hysterical laugh cracks from his throat - only slightly wheezy - twisting his mask playfully in his hands and it catches you completely off-guard.
"Are you for real?"
Not a muscle moves out of place and not a word is muttered. You sit stone cold like a statue while he leans closer, spitting his words again like you didn't hear him the first time.
"Are you...fucking...for real?" A moment passes and when you deem him invariably vexed, you pan back to the book in front of you like Peter is a mere speck of dust floating in your bubble. Not a second later, it's violently ripped from your hands and thrown across the room and clatters against your bookcase. You don't even get to see what mess it makes because your jaw is snatched in his hand with a sharp squeak following behind it. "What is the matter with you? Huh? I get beat up to shit and you wanna be a brat?" Peter finds his answer in the way your eyes nervously flit to his lips noting how his jaw tenses. "You've got to be kidding me," he chuckles, chagrined.
Just when you think you're making progress, he releases his hold on your jaw and begins sauntering away from your bed in disbelief. "Nah, I'm not doing this."
In a moment of blind panic, you splutter something you'll know you'll regret later, but you're so close, so close to gaining what you've wanted for so long.
"Of course you're walking away. No wonder you get beat to shit, you're too weak." The words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth because you know you're never one to say something so cruel, so unprovoked, but you're desperate.
He stops. Turns. Pins you with his gaze and clicks his jaw. At first, he says nothing, letting the rain batting against your window fill the silence. Your heart is beating a million miles per hour and you're pretty sure he can hear that too.
"Weak?"
"Too weak." Aggravate. Irritate. Fuel the fire. Belittle him like his enemy does.
"And you think mocking me isn't going to get you hurt?"
Fuck.
"Because believe me," he says slowly, creeping closer until he has the pinch of your chin between his fingers. "I'm about to snap. And it'll to be you that'll be too weak to take it."
A breath, a gulp, and then..."Prove it."
When you told yourself you wanted Peter to lose his temper with you, you expected him to yell at you just like what you did with that guy on the street, hell, even throw things or have an emotional breakdown, as long as it was something that means you have his full, undivided attention. Then, once the yelling match had started, you would argue and prove your point to him that this would be the first time in months that he's focused on anything other than himself or his enemy, that you're fed up of unrequited love, pleading your case in the hopes that he would surrender and realise he's in the wrong.
That's not what happens at all.
Peter shows no hesitation when he pushes you hard against the bed with his hand coiling around the column of your neck and squeezing tightly. With no where else to look but up at him, his whole body quivers uncontrollably and you're not quite sure whether it's shivers from the rain or the full extent of his rage, regardless, it makes him look all the more threatening. He doesn't yell, in fact he doesn't say a word and the only breakdown you see is the barrier that holds back his anger, now free and untamed.
He holds you there long enough to have you spluttering underneath him, where your body begins to squirm at the weight of his pelvis mounting down onto yours.
"Is this how desperate you are, that you would go to the lengths of being a fucking brat to get what you want?"
"Well it works for him, doesn't it?"
"Don't you dare," he growls, his hand anchoring down a little heavier. "Why would you-" Peter stops himself and you watch the realisation gloss over his eyes. He lets loose just a stutter of a laugh, shaking his head and by the way he looks at you so disapprovingly, you know he's figured you out. "Oh, I get it." You feel his knees lock themselves tightly against the side of his hips and his head dips lower and lower until his lips brush the tips of yours. "This is all a cry for help, right?"
"You abandon me, Peter, all for that fucking asshole that does nothing but piss you off and beat you up. I'm the one looking out for you--"
"So your solution is to piss me off, annoy me like he does and expect me to retaliate and satisfy your needs. That was your plan?"
You slowly blink up at him, nodding your head with what room Peter allows you.
"Well it's a stupid fucking plan because you've got it all wrong. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask for it."
You lick your lips, hesitant to fall bait to his trap. "Please-" you whisper.
"Nuh-uh. You're too late, sweetheart. I'm already furious with you. If that's what you wanted, that's what you get." His words bite at your skin with each syllable stabbing deeper and deeper into your apprehension. You don't get the chance to get your breath back when he yanks at your hands, holding them higher above you to attach them to your headboard, bound together with a single thwip! of his web shooters. Peter remains straddling your lap while he rips open your pyjama t-shirt in one swift movement and with a yelp from your throat, you flush at the sudden vulnerability.
Those fiery eyes roam your body, scheming and planning every precise movement that would inflict the harshest punishment your bratty nature deserves. Weak. The word runs circles around his head, taunting him in a choir of voices, ones that have previously spat the word to him...including yours. There isn't much he could do about the other voices, but he has you right there beneath him. He could deal with you right here, right now. He could snuff out that voice easily.
Peter pinches the buds of your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and plucking at them until he hears your groans grow louder. The pain is delicious, so overly stimulating that it's only beginning to make up for the absence of Peter's affection over the last few months. But you're needing more...
A sharp gasp floods your lungs the moment Peter takes your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting anywhere he can sink his teeth into. Peter keeps his eyes firmly on you while he salaciously swirls his tongue around the bud, nipping it with his teeth when you find yourself sinking too comfortably into the feeling. It's only when he pulls away do you see yourself being littered with patches of blue and purple, and scarred with teeth marks.
"Weak." He spits. "I'll show you what happens when you call me weak." His mouth travels further and further down your body and settles comfortably into a pattern of kissing, biting and licking your skin, that is until he meets the rim of your pyjama shorts, the only layer of clothing left to protect your modesty. As he pulls them down your legs, he deliberately pulls your body as far as your bounds would allow, stretching out the muscles in your arms until they're seizing with tension.
"Ah!"
"What's wrong? Too weak to take it?" You writhe and meekly moan as an alternative to the truth.
There's only a second of relief; the grip of Peter's hands loosens and leaves a trace of goosebumps as they feather up to the curve of your waist until, once again, his hold tightens, pulling and stretching. Your muscles start to burn.
"You feel that?" he asks, voice dark and weighty with malice. "You feel that stretch?" He gives a quick tug and you immediately respond.
"Yes!"
"That's nothing compared to how it's going to feel when I stretch you out with my cock, when I fuck that bratty attitude out of you. I was already pissed off when I came here, but now you've just tipped me over the edge." Nonsensical sounds dribble from your mouth in a concoction of pain and pleasure, giddy with the gift of Peter's undivided attention and an insight to his darker character. The tatty, torn suit falls from him revealing a body adorned with small, leaking cuts made to look miniscule by the sheer size of his muscles. When he resumes his position in between your legs, you can't stop the wanton mewl that spills from your lips. Peter smiles wickedly at the sound.
Suddenly, his fingers feather up and down the length of your slit and you instantly shiver. You indulge in it so much that you forget what Peter demands of you, but there's nothing like a harsh slap to your cunt to serve as a reminder.
"Tell me how much you want it."
"So badly-fuck! I want you, I need you - oh - " his fingers begin circling your clit, "Peter, please."
He speeds up, he's almost vigorous. "Do you have any idea how much I want to say no to you right now for being a fucking brat. Look at me--" He springs forward and catches the line of your jaw in his hand, still tormenting your bud with the other. "But I guess you're right: it's been far too long and I need to get rid of this frustration one way or another."
Peter diverts his eyes to your aching bud, watching his own movements as he swipes his fingers back and forth over and over again in a brutal attempt to make you cum. But he gets too impatient, too clumsy that you can't quite catch the wave of release building inside you and he's very capable of sensing that. He lets loose a raging grunt from his throat and finally snaps.
"Fuck this!" Your heart skips a beat, stomach twisting the moment his hot mouth latches onto your pussy, subjected to the delicious lashings of his tongue, eager to taste every part of you.
You've never seen Peter so out of control before; so unreserved that you determine he's been bottling this anger up for far too long and suddenly every reason to lose his temper has made itself apparent to him. He's finally feeling that sweet relief of tension now he's given it free rein. You're still yet to decide, though, whether that has placed you in an fortunate position or not...
Recklessly, Peter lifts your hips higher into the air and dives deeper into your core, caressing the sensitive nerves with generosity and it winds you up perfectly. You can feel the squeeze in your stomach getting ready to snap.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter. Oh my god, please, I'm gonna cum. Ah!" A piercing scream leaps from your throat as Peter lands a harsh slap to the back of your thighs and proceeds to suckle harder, scaring you into submission like scaring a horse to run faster. It becomes too insatiable and with Peter eating you out like you are the elixir of life, you come undone in a matter of seconds with a burst of euphoria. A tsunami of heat consumes your entire body and it burns more ferociously everytime any one of your muscles tenses.
Satisfied, Peter departs with a tantalising kiss to your clit, dragging it out with his teeth before it releases with a pop. Once again, he brings down a forceful slap onto your other thigh, paired with the demand to turn and get onto your knees...which you do almost immediately. Your arms are slightly contorted but it doesn't matter when Peter hooks onto the crooks of your hips and yanks back, suddenly forcing your face deep into the sheets and your ass to clash with his now bare hips.
He teases a little, just ever so slowly pushing the head of his cock through the remnants of your slick that drips from your core, right up until it nudges your pulsing clit. His cock twitches at the slight hiccup and with what he wants to do to you, he knows it's only going to be the first of many.
"I'm gonna give you one chance to apologise for what you've done, sweetheart." The nickname's patronising, mocking.
Your survival instincts instantly tell you you should. But of course, you listen to the devil sitting proudly on your shoulder because that's who's been supplying your addiction to Peter's undivided attention, but it doesn't feel enough to be high on him, you need to be drunk on him too. And so, with such conviction that will be the death of you, you deliberately add fuel to the fire.
"Not a chance. I'm not as weak as you are."
"You little fuck."
With full, merciless force, he plunges into you. "Oh my God!" Your cries comes out cracked and broken much to Peter's delight.
Like a tyrant, he allows you no time to adjust and you swear you feel something snap inside you, the pain metastasising as quickly as it did the first time Peter fucked you, but it's over in seconds and you quickly find pleasure in his virile thrusts. The sound of his hips firing into yours is broken up with the even harsher sound of his hand cracking across your ass. No soothing relief after - just slap after slap until Peter eyes the cherry-red hand print visible on your skin. A soft whimper fills his ears.
"You provoke me, you deal with the consequences. God, fuck! I'm so fucking angry with you."
Your bed creaks loudly underneath you, threatening to fall apart if Peter doesn't relent, and with his frustration only fuelling his lust, it hardly seems likely he will.
"So fucking tight." He's in and out, in and out, taking the time to fully pull from you only to slam back in with the intention of stretching you further and wider. Peter's driven by the idea that the harder he fucks you, the more pleasure he'll feel when he reaches the parts of you he hasn't before, and just when he's within reach of the tip of your cervix, he pauses with a breath caught in his lungs. Fully submerged, he stops to grind your hips against his hilt to feel the tight grip of your cunt around him and you both release a wail that resonates in each other's ears. You clench harder and Peter buckles, your back taking the brunt of his weight where his chin hooks over your shoulder.
He doesn't know what motivates him to lick the outer shell of your ear, but he does it anyway, leaving behind words of a warning.
"I'm not done with you yet," he grunts, his words still laced with anger. His hands feel the outline of your body, curving round to grope the fullness of your tits. Until he's certain that he's left little fingertip-sized bruises, he uses that same powerful force to break the binding of your restraints with a yank of your arms. Strained and cramped, they immediately fall to your sides but that doesn't appease Peter too much - his hands need to be full, he needs you to feel the grip that you have on him as he remains deep inside you.
Now pulled behind your back with just the ease of one hand, it gives the other the chance to slither round your hips, sinking lower and lower until it feels the familiar shape of your cunt as it beckons to be touched. With not much use to you, your arms are now in Peter's possession as it gives him just that extra leverage to pull you into him just as assertively as he drills into you. In fact, the whole routine repeats again and Peter doesn't so much as miss a single beat, pounding into you just like before and he doesn't break a sweat doing it. You, on the other hand, attest to the burning desire riddling your mind that you're struggling to hold on.
"Come on, I wanna feel you. I know you want to cum all over me. I can feel it. God, you're so fucking wet." You can't deny him. The fragile drops coating your inner thighs and his fingers screams words that your mouth can't: you want to cum so bad. "Fuck," he groans again. "Squeeze me like that again and I swear to God it'll be the end of you."
"P-please, fill me up, Peter. Please!"
In a craze, Peter reaches for the nape of your neck, pulling you against him so quickly your head swims. He roams the entirety of your neck, licking and sucking patches of your skin before he finds your lips and greedily takes them into his possession. You moan into him, relishing your bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue as it violently invades the kiss.
How he still manages to rut into you with such animosity you don't know.
"You want me to fill you up?" Your only response is a drunk hum, sinking once again into his kiss that breaks just seconds later and curiosity brings your eyes to his. On the surface, they're dark, cavernous, but if you dig deeper, you start to unveil the ochre that the Peter you know most wears so well. It's only then do you realise he's being sincere and that he's searching for reassurance.
"Yes."
The corner of his lips flicker into a devilish smirk and you only catch a glimpse of it before Peter sends you hurtling forwards again. This time, you have the privilege of your arms to brace yourself against the fall.
With one hand still maintaining that constant attention to your clit, the other clutches the flesh of your ass. In that instance where you subtly push into him, something overtakes Peter and, no matter how impossible it seems, he becomes completely unstoppable. Panting, he pushes all of his weight into you and it stops any breath from leaving your lungs, your brain switching into panic mode with each unapologetic thrust.
"Thaaaat's it. Take it like a good girl--" your walls clench, a telltale sign for Peter. "You like that? Being my good girl?" He leans over and catches your gaze from over your shoulder. "You're going to keep being my good girl from now on. No more of this fucking bratty attitude, got it? I'm gonna make sure she doesn't ever fuck with me again."
With one, final, demanding thrust, Peter releases inside you and your whole body quivers as he inevitably stills. You feel like you've suddenly imploded, unfamiliar to the indescribable warmth that consumes you as it marries together with the pleasure you feel at your very core. For the first few milliseconds, your body surrenders to a certain numbness before it crystallises into something overpowering; the lightning before the thunder.
It completely distracts you from Peter only until the tight drag of his cock leaving you brings you back. Swiftly, he sinks lower, eyeing the delicious sight of his cum leaking for your cunt with a wicked grin gracing his lips. With just the simplicity of two fingers, he doesn't allow for any to go to waste and forces whatever escapes back into your clenching hole.
Content, curious eyes raise just inches higher, his fingers following soon after to circle the tightly pursed hole that he had mistakenly neglected this whole time.
"Peter, I can't--"
A dark chuckle leaves his lips, and how thankful you are that he listens to your pleas and decides to sidle closely behind you with a kiss to your cheek. Warmth against warmth, his arms hook tightly around your waist where his hand tenderly strokes over your stomach.
A blissful aftermath to a whirlwind of events.
It's you who eventually breaks the silence, that is, when you eventually get your breath back...
"You're...you're not still angry with me, are you? I didn't really mean any of those things I said to you--"
"No," he confirms, voice adamant. "But I was slightly annoyed with you."
"I know, I'm sorry. I could never think you're weak--"
"It's not about that," he interjects. You can feel him shuffle behind you, perching himself up onto his elbow. The hand hooked around your waist tugs a little, wanting for you to turn around so it can settle itself carefully against your burning cheek. There's a look of disappointment evident in his eyes, obvious enough even in the midst of admiration as he flicks between the different features on your face.
"I don't want you to think that you can't openly tell me what's bothering you. I know I've been distracted and distant, but if it really bothers you that much, tell me."
You take a deep sigh, pondering over your next words because when you truly think about what all of this was about, you start to feel...guilty. Selfish. Peter's just doing what he does to protect the city, like what he's always done and here you are acting the petty girlfriend because she isn't getting any attention. If anything, it's attention you don't particularly deserve given that you ignored him in a time of need, insulted his character and provoked him in a way you knew would drive him over the edge.
"I...I shouldn't really. It doesn't feel right telling you what trivial shit is bothering me when you've got a whole city to save. It doesn't seem fair, y'know?"
Peter's face tells of his dismay at your words. He wants to wait until you look at him directly before he contends your reasoning, but with regret diverting them elsewhere, Peter resorts to force. Smoothly, he positions himself inches above you, his arms locking you in place at either side of your head and demands for your attention.
"When I made you my girlfriend, I also made that promise to be your boyfriend. Spider-Man is just half of who I am, but your boyfriend is everything I am, so no matter how unfair you think it is for you to feel the slightest bit of unhappiness, know that it's my job to fix that, not Spider-Man's." He leans down to softly brush the tip of his nose against yours. "Okay?"
"Okay," you whisper.
"So promise me you'll tell me when something's bothering you, no matter what it is."
Peter's stomach drops at the smirk on your lips. "I don't know, I quite liked seeing you lose your temper--"
"Don't you dare, you little brat. Now promise me."
A large inhale fills your lungs and releases moments later, resolution clear in your words. "I promise."
"Good." With a smile on his lips, they encase yours; soft, warm, gentle, an apology but also in forgiveness, all of which is reciprocated in the way you kiss him back harder.
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smuttyfantasyrecs · 9 months
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Peter Parker pt.2
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*original Peter Parker post can be found here*
🦋 impact play 🦋 collaring 🦋
@psychedelic-ink
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havensins · 9 months
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Fucking Peter parker and using magic to bind his hands together and make him even more sensitive
i love this. and don’t forget to vote on my poll! tw daddy kink !
peter is already sensitive enough without you having to do anything to enhance it, when you use your magic to tease his nipples or press against his erogenous zones, he’s absolutely done for.
having him bound with his arms bended at the elbow and folded against his chest as you fuck him in missionary. big, salty tears are staining his cheeks, his hair is messy on his head and his thighs are quivering where they’re wrapped around your waist.
the way you’re ducking him is harsh and unforgiving, and the sounds that we’re being forced past his lips reflected your actions. “c’mon, talk to me parker… or has every thought in your pretty little mind melted away?” you ask him, leaning down to kiss at his tear stained cheeks.
“‘s soooo much!” he drags out and whines, breathing heavily as his cock pathetically drips with more precum on his stomach. you hum, leaning forward to drape your body over his and frame him with your hands on either sides of his head. you dip down to meld his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as you slow your pace and settle for slow and equally as harsh thrusts.
“you can take it baby, fuck, i know you can,” you murmur as you pull away from his lips. he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes as he stares at you. his dark brown eyes are dilated and hazily clouded with need, you stare back at him as a smirk tugs at your lips.
“you just wanna be good for me, huh love?” you murmur, kissing down his jaw. “yes, yes! w’nna be the best for you,” you whimpers, and you could feel his cock twitch between your stomachs. you grin, slithering a hand between your bodies, to tug at his cock.
he lurches at that, back arching into your chest and hands grasping at nothing where they’re bound to him. “c’mon peter, i w’nna make you feel so good.” you’re grunting and moaning in his ear about how fucking tight he is, and it does nothing to stave off his impending orgasm.
“daddy…” his voice cracks and breaks on the word as he gasps and squeals, spurting his cum into your hand. his eyes roll back and the sight alone as you gripping the sheets as your stomach tightens and you cum into peter. he whines, cock twitching weekly at the feeling of being so utterly used and filled.
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slayedx · 2 years
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Needy
summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions
cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter
a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH
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you were a nervous wreck
peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.
it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.
you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.
it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.
“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.
however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.
“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.
“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.
“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.
“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.
tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.
“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.
“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.
“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.
“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.
“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.
and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.
you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.
he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.
what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-
his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.
he was consumed with the thought of you
“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.
“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.
“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.
“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.
“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;
he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.
he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.
he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.
he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.
“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.
“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.
“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.
he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.
he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.
he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.
he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.
“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.
“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.
“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.
“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.
“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.
your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.
“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.
he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.
“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.
“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.
“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.
though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.
his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.
“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.
that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.
“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.
the next morning
“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.
“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.
a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night
“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came
“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.
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taurder · 9 months
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we can agree peter b. parker is a different story. he's very vocal and loud, even in situations where he shouldn't be. he just can't help himself once your filling him up real good with your cock. even before that happens, the anticipation makes him talk and talk with no filter. you think maybe his mouth isn't capable of shutting up.
your theory was confirmed when the first time you pounded him doggy styled he drooled all over the bed. mouth fully open, still trying to mumble how good you felt, how full and happy he was as his cheek became wet from the saliva he kept accumulating.
not even a dick down his throat can shut him up. you could be fucking his mouth fully, deep thrusting into his throat and still he'll be moaning loud, making gagging sounds because his tongue keeps moving to enunciate the words he wants to say. you can kinda make out the thank you and more he repeats in between thrusts, and you'll let him know how much of a chatty slut he is as you feed him your cum.
it nevers get annoying, 'cause you do love hearing him describe how he can feel every inch of your length, or how close is he from cumming too. you'll add to it when he's half gone from the pleasure, praising his body as he repeats your name over and over, or you'll remind him how twisted and lewd he is for wanting to be so thoroughly fucked. he'll agree with whichever kind of dirty talk you choose for the occasion.
he'll beg and scream for you. peter will glow for every compliment you throw at him, and whimper as you degrade him to shreds. he can thank you and say he can't take it anymore in the same sentence. you counted twenty one times he repeated "i need it" while you were pounding him from behind in one occasion, 'cause poor thing's fucked mind can only retain three words tops if he has already come once.
you wonder how many orgasms he needs to only retain and repeat one word, your name.
still thirsty?
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mlmmetalhead · 10 months
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Everyone talks about Miguel's mantits, but no one gives Peter's mantits any attention!
Just imagine how much he would blush when you kiss his chest after a long day of being Spider-Man as he is sprawled on the bed, so tired and vulnerable. He moans so loudly when his nipple slips into your hot mouth, yet he doesn't admit he likes it. But he doesn't push you away when you lick and suck on him like your life depends on it. He buckles his chest into your face while covering his face from embarrassment. You could drive him close to orgasm just by handling his pecks in your hands, massaging his chest with your fingers and tongue.
If you'll want him to give you a titjob, Peter will blush profusely, but won't complain and takes his shirt off a little too eagerly for someone who claims to be not that much into it. As your cock glides between his pecs, the tip will occasionally hit his tongue which he so lovingly sticks out to taste your pre. After you'll come on his face, Peter will lick your come off of his face and complain about cleaning up the mess you two made. But in the aftermath, he shyly asks when is the next time you're going to do this with him again.
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nickgoesinsane · 10 months
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Anyone else wanna fuck Peter B so hard that he briefly believes that he got pregnant? ✋
Just me?
Alright
Peter lets out a string of curses into the pillows as you ram into him one last time, your pelvis flush against the curve of his ass. You exhale sharply as you spill inside him, leaning your forehead against his back and stroking your hands over his soft body. He shivers in the aftermath of his own orgasm, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. You press a kiss between his shoulderblades and ease your way out of him, taking a moment to admire the way cum drips from his hole in a pearly stream. 
“Gotta get a test… in the mornin’…” You hear him mumble, making you raise an eyebrow. 
You carefully move him onto his back, though not before pushing the soiled sheet off the bed. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but the expression on his face is undeniably satisfied. “Get a test for what?” You ask softly, confused, as you reach for the wipes on the bedside table. 
“I’m pregnant.” Peter tells you, his voice slurred and dazed. He sounds completely out of it, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. 
“Yeah?” You ask, gently wiping away the cum from his stomach and thighs. 
“Mhm.” He hums, his eyes sliding closed. “Super pregnant. Got a… tummy an’ everythin’.” 
“Okay, Pete,” You chuckle, tossing the wipes into the trash can. “We’ll get one in the morning.” You promise, slipping into bed and gathering him into your arms.
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justice-maul · 8 months
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Can I request Tom's peter parker x male reader
Peter hasn't seen his bf for a while and when they finally meet they try to have sex and make out but are getting interrupted by the avengers every single time. Getting Peter annoyed little by little until he finally reaches his limits and tells the avengers to leave them alone since he is going to get fucked by his bf and doesn't want any interruptions
With a breeding kink, eating out peters ass, playing with peters pecs, praising kink
Thanks :)
«Temptation» Tom!Peter Parker x Top Avenger Male Reader
Word count: 1,366
Author Note: thank you anon I love this request so far it’s one of my favs! English isn’t my first language!
WE WERE JUST AT 400 A FEW DAYS AGO AND NOW I HAVE NEAR 800 FOLLOWERS?!?! YALL ARE THE BEST I LITERALLY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH ❤️
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Warning(s)���: Sub Peter, breeding, rim job, breast/pec play, nipple play, p in a, and of course, praise
It’s been so long since Peter has seen let alone touched his boyfriend, with the constant missions you two weren’t able to do anything together but finally, you two were both free and he was desperate to just feel you…
You two were in his room on the bed with Peter in your lap straddling your waist, his hands rested on your shoulders, your lips on his just as desperate to taste him as he was eager, you gently sucked his lip between your teeth, nipping at his bottom lip signaling him to open his mouth just enough for your tongue to slide into his warm wet mouth
But suddenly there’s a knock on the door and both of you are forced to pull away as Tony comes in to grab Peter for yet another time-consuming project, and it wasn’t the first time the Avengers had cock blocked both of you
Last week you were on top of him your hands trailed down his pants and felt up the fat of his ass as he let out a soft noise of pleasure in your mouth before Sam sent you a text to help him train. After a mission, Peter and you were desperate to feel each other as he palmed your cock but Steve sent out a message to all the Avengers for a long meeting
You can see that it was starting to get to Peter so one day as you two were on your couch in your bedroom you gently gripped his thigh moving your hand deeper in between as you began to kiss his neck in order to calm down his nerves, he let out a little whine as he’s been needy to just feel any sexual contact these past few weeks
Your lips gently sucked on his neck, pressing in hickeys to his skin as you began to leave light bites along his nape letting your teeth graze his skin causing him to let out louder noises but just as your hand moved to his pants one by one the avengers all came into the room
You saw Peter’s hands clench into fists as he watched all the Avengers swarm into your room and began to talk as if you two weren’t even there trying to spend time together alone and he couldn’t help but just snap, finally reaching his limit and stood up
“All of you, get out NOW!”
He yelled, it was unusual to see Peter yelling at anyone but it was clear he was pissed. “You have been bothering us all week can’t you leave for one day?!” He snapped and slowly the Avengers began to leave and he slammed the door shut behind them making it clear that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him
He let out a sigh of relief and turned back to you and you couldn’t help but just chuckle and you grab his waist pulling him in against your body and smashing your lips against his and soon you two were on the couch again making out, your hands snaked up his sweater lifting up right above his chest and began to gently grope his pecs
"Your body's so beautiful baby" You whispered against his lips causing him to shudder as your hands felt up his pecs gently squeezing and groping the fat, Peter was always incredibly sensitive and his chest was one of his weakest areas, especially his pink little buds
You pushed him against the couch getting in between his thighs as you began to grope his chest, feeling the supple skin against your fingers through his sweater was already driving you crazy and causing him to make the most pornographic noises only by you just you barely touching his chest
“Keep making those pretty noises for me sweetheart," you manhandled him on his knees with his ass raised in the air and removed both his pants and underwear, his sweater being the only piece of clothing left. He hid his face on the armrest as you grabbed handfuls of his cheeks
You waste no time in spreading his plump ass making his pink hole twitch as your breath fans over it jerking forward when you press your tongue flat against his rim and you began to take long strips along his hole making him whine pathetically which turned into a string of cusses as you pushed your tongue inside his slick heat
You can barely make out anything he was babbling but you continued to fuck his hole with your tongue, pulling back for a moment, you licked your own fingers, coating them in saliva before pushing two inside of his heat, your tongue joining them, spreading him open while enjoying the way he arched his back against your face
Your cock throbbed and harden between your legs, leaking precum into your boxers as it begged for attention when you finally were able to scissor and put three fingers inside him, is when you decided he was ready and pulled your fingers out of his cunt unbuckling your belt
When Peter saw you pull out your hardening length he felt a wave of nervousness and excitement coursing through him as you gently flipped him over on his back. Slowly, you began pushing into him inch by inch, “You're taking me in so well Peter, just relax for me baby, I’ll always take care of you,” you continued to praise him even as you bottomed out letting him adjust to your size
“I’m ready… you can start moving now…” he said nervously but you both knew when it came down to it he wasn’t shy about wanting your cock at all “Fuck, you feel so good,” you groaned feeling his tightness wrap around you, you began moving slowly inside of him his eyes locked in yours the entire time as you made love to him
“You’re so fucking beautiful Pete,” you added, your voice full of praise making him moan softly “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this…” Wordlessly, Peter pulled you into a passionate, heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth feeling your passion for him growing with each passing moment.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you continued to thrust into his sloppy hole. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sexy," you whispered against his lips making him whimper. "I can't get enough of you." You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with his. Peter’s brain turning to mush as he whispered “I love you” over and over again, against your lips
“I love you too baby, M’gonna fill you up so fucking good, gonna make you mine…” your voice thick with lust as you began to thrust harder and faster, slamming your body into his with each movement making him babble and moan loudly from your length dragging along his heat
“Come on baby, let me hear you scream,” you added with your eyes locked on his “Let me hear how much you want it.” He yelled out wordless moans, screaming for your cock so loudly there was no way the Avengers hadn’t heard you two now but neither of you cared at the moment
Your hips moved faster, fucking into him relentlessly “Gonna cum, gonna cum, f-fuck!” You felt him tighten around your hardness making you groan loudly as he screamed, your thrusts becoming sloppy as you both came together, feeling your cum gushing out of your cock filling him up, and his shooting out over his own stomach
“Feel so full…” he said breathlessly, you put a hand over his lower abdomen and pulled out, watching as his cum seeped out of his messy hole, “That was just what I needed,” he said panting and resting his head on the armrest as you chuckled and gently helped him to the shower to get you both cleaned up.
Let’s just say when you guys both came out of your room no one made eye contact and made sure to always ask you two if you were busy before bothering either of you, some of the Avengers made jokes about it (especially Tony) and every time they did Peter would groan and hide us head in his hands making you laugh
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astxroiid · 10 days
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queen sized bed // mcu!peter parker
❥ one bed, motel after midnight, friends, young love, nsfw/18+, smut with a side of plot. dom!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cream pie. ib: a little death by the neighbourhood.
wc: 2.7k (of pure filth + some fluff at the end)
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You huff, flopping down on the motel bed, still a little frustrated from dealing with the receptionist at the front desk.
He had definitely been more of an asshole than he needed to be. And considering you and Peter have just gotten off a rough mission, you definitely aren’t in the mood to deal with him.
Poor Peter ended up having to step in and diffuse the situation before you decked the concierge. You rub your face, trying to think less angering thoughts.
“I think I’m gonna take a shower,” you announce, while you sit up and start rifling through your black duffel bag.
“Okay, just let me know when you’re in the shower. I wouldn’t want to turn around and catch you naked because of this stupid open floor plan.” yes you would. Peter laughs nervously.
“Sure thing,” you grab the last of your shower supplies and walk through the bathroom archway and begin to strip.
Peter tries his hardest to focus on unpacking his stuff but his ears keep returning to the sounds of items of your clothing hitting the ground. His mind following suit in wandering to you slowly undressing. Revealing more and more of your soft body.
“I’m in now, Pete,” you call, pulling him from the thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having about his best friend and team member.
“Okay,” his voice cracks. Peter mentally face-palms.
He hears the water running and his mind slips back into his thoughts of you; the water cascading down your body, the way the soap will flow from your hair down your spine, or how the body wash would look after you ran it all over your—
Thud. “Shit!”
You dropped a bottle, bringing him back to reality.
Stop thinking about your friend like this, Peter. Be real with yourself, man.
゚+..。*゚+
You finish washing all the soap off your body and reach past the curtain, grabbing your towel and begin drying yourself. Attempting to get as much water off of your person as possible.
Once you’re dry, you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower.
You look up, eyes landing on Peter’s bare back.
He’s looking into the sink while brushing his teeth - wearing only his black sweats that you love so much.
Feeling a wanton throb between your legs and a small burst of confidence - you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.
Peter continues bushing his teeth while he moves his free hand down to yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
You both smile.
It’s clear Peter doesn’t understand the energy you’re trying to set. So, you help him get there a little faster.
You glide the hand he’s not holding down his chest. Using just your middle finger to make a path to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Your finger trails from side to side, following the line of his pants seam, lightly brushing over the small patch of hair that disappears beyond his sweats.
You can feel his breathing faltering and hear his heart pounding in his chest. Though; you’re not sure if that’s due to your ear being pressed to his back or the fact that his heart is just beating that loud.
You let your finger dip just beneath his waistband, loving the way his breath hitches in response.
You keep moving your finger back and forth, teasing the poor boy.
Feeling satisfied with how flustered he is - you back away and Peter tries his best to focus back on brushing his teeth.
“Pete?” You call softly.
He glances up, looking at you through the mirror right as you let your towel drop to the floor. Peter flips his head around to look at you - unobscured by the foggy bathroom mirror.
He lets out a breath, letting his eyes rake over your entire body.
“Well? Are you just gonna stand there and gawk or are you going to come over here and touch me, Parker?” You tease.
“Right,” Peter shakes his head, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and quickly moving to you. He stands tentatively in front of you, unsure of what to do first. He looks down at you questioningly.
You giggle and grab his wrists. “Have you ever done this before?” The question is genuine.
Peter’s face goes red. “Uhm... no," his response barely audible. He tilts his head down in shame.
You smile while you move his hands to your breasts. “That’s okay. Let me teach you.”
His hands gently caress your chest and you let out a soft noise that makes Peter’s knees go weak.
“Please?” He begs, feeling a pull on his groin as you arch your back into him. He massages your breasts, attempting to - and succeeding in getting more noises from you.
He slowly slides his unoccupied hand between your thighs, rubbing between the folds, finding your clit with such ease you have to wonder if he lied about his inexperience.
Any coherent thoughts you had left the moment he pressed his finger into you and started rubbing at an amazing and yet still agonizingly slow pace.
You glide your hands up his arms and to his face. Bringing it down to yours. You kiss him softly, moving your mouth in an easy rhythm for Peter to follow along with.
Peter moves his middle finger to your entrance and pauses for your permission. You grind yourself against his hand, hoping that’s enough of a yes.
He takes it and slides his fingers in with ease, surprised at how wet you already are.
“Fuck, y/n,” he moans into your mouth. His sweats tighten as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, lewd noises already making their way out of your mouth.
He’s lost in the feeling of you. It’s all he’s ever wanted and more. Just you and him. Melding together in such a beautiful way.
The hand on your breast moves to your hip where he rubs his thumb over the bone lovingly.
You move one of your hands to the side of his throat as you start to kiss his neck, leaving marks everywhere while grinding your hips back and fourth on his hand.
Pete’s breath leaves him almost completely, knowing anyone could see what you’ve done to him turns him on more than he thinks you could know.
You pull away abruptly. Peter feels as though he's missing a piece of himself as he watches you walk away.
You're at the bed, beckoning Peter over with a finger.
He wastes no time. Quickly walking to you and smashing his lips into yours.
Your hand trails down Peter’s chest and beneath his sweatpants. You massage him through his boxers and he groans into your mouth.
If he hadn’t already told you, it would have been an easy guess that he’s only ever touched himself.
“You’re so responsive,” you tell him as you part from his kiss to catch your breath. “I love it.”
Your hand moves out of his pants to his hair, tugging lightly on the soft brown locks. He groans again.
You smile.
“Lay down on the bed for me?” you ask softly.
He nods his head, eager to oblige any command you give to him.
He spreads out on the bed, propping his head on the pillows and making sure to get exactly how he thinks you want him.
“Good boy.”
Peter can’t explain the pride that swells in his chest at the praise. All he knows is that he’ll do anything to get you to say it again.
You crawl on top of him, straddling his waist as you lean in to kiss his neck again. Peter’s hands grip at the sheets as he attempts to hold himself back.
You move your mouth down to his collar bone, sucking on sensitive spots. You feel peter writhe and moan beneath you
You slowly move down his chest, taking your time the lower you get.
You smile up at him and pull on the elastic with your teeth, releasing it and letting the material pop back down on his skin. You tease him more by lightly trailing your finger around his lower stomach.
Peter makes a strangled noise. “Y/N... please,” he begs breathlessly.
“Please, what, Pete?”
“T-touch me. Please. I don’t think I can take it anymore,” he’s on the verge of whining.
“Since you asked so nicely...”
You pull his sweats down at an agonizingly slow pace, then doing the same with his boxers.Savoring every inch of new skin being revealed to you.
Once Peter’s dick is free, it springs up and lays flat on his stomach.
You feel heat rush to your core, along with a familiar wetness.
You bite your lip and take it in your hand, rubbing your thumb over the head.
Peter’s own head falls back against the pillow as his hips and legs shake.
“I’ve barely touched you, baby,” you note and peter could probably cum just from the sultry tone in your voice.
He whines and grips the sheets.
You use his eyes squeezed shut to your advantage and surprise him with your tongue licking up his cock.
Peter gasps and looks down at you. You smile back as you take him in your mouth, moving your lips all the way down to the hilt.
The noise that comes from the man beneath you is divinity. You to moan around him. His legs shake and he can’t help but thrust into your mouth.
You gag, which only causes him more pleasure and a small mmph noise makes it’s way out of him.
He grabs a light fist full of your hair, pulling you away from his cock.
"y/n, if you keep going I'll finish now," he's out of breath, sweat starting to form on his chest.
"That's the plan," the deep tone and tantalizing wink you give him as go go back down have chills running all across his body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter's while lower half convulses and you wrap you mouth back around him, grabbing a handful of his balls.
You wrap your free hand around the base of his cock. "You wanna cum peter?" You slowly pump his cock.
"'Wanna cum inside you... please," he struggles.
"Oh, baby. There's plenty of time for that," Peter feels like his heart is gonna explode from the leisurely pace you're stroking him at. "I'm asking you if you want to cum in my mouth."
He throws his head back and says through gritted teeth; "Fuck... yes, god, please..."
"Yes, what?" You prompt.
Peter's mind swirls with every possible word he could respond with in a matter of milliseconds. And, without thinking, he mistakenly says the one he's only thought about in his most intimate fantasies.
"Yes... mommy."
Fuck.
Peter looks down to see you smiling at him with mischievous grin.
"Mommy?"
His blood runs cold. Fear holing him still.
"I could get used to that," you wrap your mouth around Peter's balls, sucking hard as you go back to pumping his cock. Languid movements driving peter crazy as his mind swirls.
"Uh, fuck. Oh my-- shit, y/n..." he's loud, almost enough to make you worry about any residents in neighboring rooms.
You take your time, moving from sucking his balls to his cock, using any movement necessary to make him feel good. Completely focusing on pleasing the man beneath you. And you're doing an amazing job, you can tell by the noises. The occasional curse word surrounded by your name, blasphemous words, and a lot of whimpering.
He's close. The way his knuckles turn white as he grips the bed sheets. His thighs tightening, muscles flexing. His lips are pressed together and his whole body is stiff.
You bring your mouth down on his dick, taking all of him and squeezing his balls up to his shaft. You bring your pace up as fast as you can, relentless.
"H-holy, oh fuck- y/n."
Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, coating your esophagus in him. You swallow it all, continuing to suck at him until his whole body is shaking violently.
You pull off him with a pop, smiling like the devil.
Peter's out of breath, looking like a shell of a man and yet, so fucking hot. He's covered in sweat, chest, face, and thighs glistening. His cheeks are a rosy red you haven't seen from him before. His chest is heaving for air.
You kiss him so hard it steals any oxygen he might have gotten straight out of him. He grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you harder into him.
He's the one to break the kiss, still attempting to breathe. "You're amazing."
You smile. "C'mere," you lay on your back, pulling him on top of you. He props an arm on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you as you place your arms around his neck.
You wrap your legs around Peter's waist, rubbing your soaked core against his cock. He whines for you in return.
His legs shake at the sensation, due to his sensitivity and a near-feral need for you. You pull away from the kiss, biting your lip.
"Peter," you breathe, almost a moan. "I want you inside me."
Words Peter Parker never believed he'd hear except when dreaming. He feels his cock start to harden again.
You feel it as well. Taking it as a sign to keep on.
"Peter... please," you pull his ear next to your mouth and whisper low; "i wanna feel your cock inside me."
He shudders, fully erect by now. Peter quickly grabs his dick, lining himself up with your entrance, waiting on your consent. He looks at you, the question in his eyes.
"Yes, peter. Fuck me," he needs no more reassurance. He slowly pushes into you, both yours and Peter's legs shaking from the pleasure.
"Ffffuck-" you interrupt yourself with a moan. One that makes Pete's brain go foggy, the only thought being fucking you.
He grabs your hips, expertly sliding himself in and out of you at a pace near divinity. Your mind is wiped of any coherent thought that could've ever been there except for the question of how he is do good at this.
"Fuck, shit. 'So tight." Peter rests his head on your shoulder as he fucks harder into you.
It's beautiful, in the most obscene way. The way your warm bodies are practically glued together, moving in a rhythm only your souls know. The noises flowing from your lips already have Peter rocking on the edge of release, and the groans from him are doing the same to you.
You place your fingernails at the tops of Peter's shoulders, dragging them down his back then around his ribs.
He takes in a breath, shuddering. "Fuck, fuck, y/n. I'm close. So close..."
"Cum inside me, Peter. Please," your walls clench hard around him and the sounds of his whines.
The feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock, mixed with your sounds are the purest form of ecstasy for Peter.
He reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers against your clit and circling fast.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," you moan loud, your whole body tensing as you cum harder than you ever have in your life around Peter's cock.
You look down, seeing you've squirted all over his lower half. Fuck. There's no time to think about it because Peter is following behind you.
He grabs your hips tighter, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Peter cums deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his seed.
The way he looks in this millisecond of a moment will forever stay in your brain. Toned abs covered in sweat and glistening. Chocolate curls a mess, falling in his face. Face towards the sky, screwed up from a pleasure he's never felt before.
The way the light falls around his face illuminates him beautifully. Angelically even.
Peter pulls out of you slowly, both of you too sensitive. He walks to the bathroom, bringing back a damp rag.
"Here," he gently helps clean you up. Afterwards he cleans himself, tossing the rag and putting a new pair of boxers on. He hands you one of his shirts.
"Thank you," you pull the shirt over your head, feeling incredibly loved by Peter. Which prompts you to say; "Peter, I love you."
He smiles and looks so giddy he might float away. He crawls into bed, cuddling up to you. "I love you, too."
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This one's been in the works for a while but holy shit, even I'm all hot and bothered from this lmao.
Reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated! Thank y'all for reading!
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youandtom2 · 2 years
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Here's some things you should know about my upcoming series 'An Avenger's Revenge'
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dark!Avengers with a focus on dark!peter parker x reader
dystopian type drawing inspiration from the hunger games, divergent and a lil bit of the hades and persephone story
The Avengers are Gods, deities, powerful holy beings that have came to take over the Earth and its humans. They thrive off the power of rare infinity stones which are buried beneath the Earth's surface.
The Greedy Gods: Iron Man (the leader), Captain America, Thor, Doctor Strange, Hawkeye, Black Widow, The Hulk and Spider-Man. The humans are their slaves.
Eight Gods, eight factions
death, betrayal, war, loooovveee
Slow burn...and i mean slow burn
smut and a lil bit of angst and there may be a dash of fluff???
will probably be upwards of 30k???
yes i made a very badly edited banner for this okay
ARRIVING ON THE 1ST OF JULY 2022
I'm so excited for you guys to read this okay okay okay aaahhhhh
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fatigueeed · 10 months
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mdni 18+. not proof read
you’re really gonna sit here and tell me that peter b. parker doesn’t have a free use kink. like he wouldn’t enjoy you just bending him over the table and fucking his brains out after a stressful day at work. or him cock warming you while you watch tv.
his favorite tho is when you fuck him until your balls are empty and he’s thoroughly bred and satisfied
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shawnxstyles · 8 months
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Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!
Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤
Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!
in the suit
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words: 3k
warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.
note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!
you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?
how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.
most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.
he’s just so slick. how does he do it?
you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.
through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.
in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.
peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.
but tonight, you were determined to find out.
peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.
you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.
you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.
all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?
maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.
you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.
so how does he do it?
you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.
having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.
you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.
wait.
what if… he’s hiding something from you?
that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.
when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.
fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.
suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…
there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.
spider-man.
but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.
you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.
with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.
what. the…
you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.
no. fucking. way.
before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.
your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?
the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.
spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.
“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”
now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.
“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”
“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”
“you knew i was spider-man?”
“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”
“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.
“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”
peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”
“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.
“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”
“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.
his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.
“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”
a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.
“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.
he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.
the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.
is there a spider-man kink?
you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.
“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.
“you okay?”
“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”
you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.
“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?
how could he say no?
“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.
“how do i take it off—?”
“right—”
he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.
your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.
“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.
“it’s okay, baby.”
your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.
“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?
your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.
“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.
with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.
“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”
you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.
“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”
a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.
you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.
“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”
hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.
his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.
“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”
even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.
a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.
the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.
he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.
“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.
“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”
“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.
“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”
“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.
peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.
“they know how to… kiss.”
“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”
“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”
a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.
“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”
“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.
his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.
“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”
“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.
“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”
“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.
“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”
note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D
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thewriterg · 1 year
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♡︎𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭♡︎
Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Fem!reader, Peter Parker x Siren!reader, Sub!Peter x Dom!reader
Summary: At first he would’ve just been colateral damage but you couldn’t let him go and Peter knew you wouldn’t let him go and if you followed the plan you would be together truly soon —kinktober day; 21—
Word count: 1.0k+
Warning(s): Pure filth, Peter is 21, Mommy kink, oral m receiving, p in v, breath play, aftercare, a peak of manipulation, dirty talk, pet names, one mention of a drug —if you blink you’ll miss it—, and language
A/n:—GIFs aren’t mine— I got inspo from an Eddie fic I remember I read a looong time ago I tried to search my like but that was a lost cause so here we are
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Peter felt that familiar chill rushing up his body, you were here and he didn’t even need to look at the time to see what the clock read it was 3:00am the time you came every night for the past six months
He felt your nails run up his abs him having to be shirtless and he still couldn’t help the fact but shiver and it never failed to put a dark grin on your face before Peter finally opened his eyes
“That was some stunt you pulled today with that Michelle girl hmm?” You questioned pushing at his lips softly with the pad of your thumb before he knowingly took your finger Into his mouth as you could here the soft suckling noises echoing through the darkness of his room before your other unoccupied hand slipped to his neck
“That was some stunt you pulled today with that Michelle girl hmm?” You questioned pushing at his lips softly with the pad of your thumb before he knowingly took your finger Into his mouth as you could here the soft suckling noises echoing through the darkness of his room before your other unoccupied hand slipped to his neck
“You’re lucky all I did was break that coffee pot because I don’t share, you’re mine and only mine and I’ve think that’s something you’ve seemed to forget” Your grip got tighter on his pulse point and Peter could feel himself get dizzy but refused to tap out it was euphoria in one swift motion
Peter had always thought you could read his thoughts because after one more squeeze you were off his neck while the lost oxygen returned to its rightful place in his lungs before you began leaving cold kisses back down his abdomen stopping just above his waist and smirk etching its way on your face
“So hard for me, as always” Peters senses were going haywire your touch was everywhere and nowhere at the same time before you began to palm him through his pajama pants
“Only for you no one else, only for Mommy” The brunette began babbling and it made your heart swell at the thought reality no one could please him like you did you were his and he was yours only
“No one can ever please you how I do, you would be lost without me” Peter pants were gone in a blink as he nodded rapidly in agreement his hips bucking into nothing as the cold air hit his angry red tip
You hand inched it’s way to the base of his cock your thumb wiping a bead of precum from its tip using it as lube before spitting in your hand as you began to jerk him off not giving the boy a chance to adjust as your hand moved at a rapid pace
“Look at you baby, going so dumb and we’ve barely begun” You taunted as Peter whined loudly before you brought his cock into your mouth your tongue doing spins and spirals on the tip that had his hips bucking and twitching roughly while you hollowed out your cheeks taking his length whole gagging slightly before moving your head up and down never faltering your quick movements while you brought a hand to play with his heavy balls
Peter struggled not to take you right there and fuck you both into oblivion but he didn’t have permission to touch you and he knew that but he also knew he was on the brink of the biggest load in human history
“I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna come please” Peter was about to fucking cry when he felt your mouth leave his cock with pop as you started kissing his tip then trailing down his thighs back up to his face
“Two more weeks pup, two more weeks and we can be together the moon will reach its apex and I can return to my true form” Peter could feel the vibrations from your words in his jugular as you nipped and lapped over his neck sure to leave marks
“Gonna be with Mommy?” His big brown doe eyes stared into yours his head tilted like a curious puppy that had your stomach flipping in knots you hadn’t felt like this in years, century’s even
“Yes pup, you’re gonna be with Mommy” You whispered sinking down on Peters cock as he moaned such pornographic sound that it could be used for a movie scene his broken words going into your ears and traveling down to your cunt every time you skin slapped together as you bottomed out before thrusting him back in there was a new “mghf” or “fuhh”
“You can touch me baby” You reassured and that was all peter needed to hear before he flipped you both over him now being on top of you slamming his hips into you relentlessly at a brutal pace while tears began to drip from his cheeks down his chin at the grip your pussy had on him
“You fuck me so well baby, gonna fill me up go ahead pup” You moaned his pace bruising his groin smashing into your mound as you could feel the pleasure bubbling in the bottom of your stomach
“Close. gonna come. coming” Peter came with the loudest cry he screamed in the last six months as hot ropes coated your walls as you followed behind him tugging the roots of his hair before he collapsed into you using his shaking arms to break his fall
At least five minutes had passed before you slowly lifted your hands to Peters cock moving it back and out of your clit as he whined nudging his nose into your neck
“Gotta get a towel baby” You muttered lifting from the bed and into the bathroom that connected to Peters room grabbing a clean towel turning on the faucet dampening a corner before returning to the room
You took the damp corner wiping Peter base following with his tip which he jerked his hips at the motion whining
“Too much, no more please” He whimpered holding your hands in place while you shushed him softly
“I know baby I’m all done” You slipped back in the bed next to Peters side as you hand made contact with his hair scratching gently as lied on top of you nudging his nose Into your neck breathing in your scent
He knew you wouldn’t be there when he woke up you had no choice but he only had to deal with it for two more weeks and you could be together, you would turn him so you could love each other forever.
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havensins · 9 months
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pls pls idk if this is where we send submissions but pls pls write abt ftm whinny whimpery mess peter parker or marc spector as theyre being bred by reader, creampie after creampie. Marc or Peter depending on who u choose to write for are a mess, moaning, whimpering and letting out pathetic noises, covered in bites and hickies fhkshfjddjjdjdjd The reader is rough with them but still peppers them with soft kisses and sweet nonsense in their ears as theyre being fucked
i chose to do peter parker for this bc it just fits so well?? like omg just think about it.
ftm peter who’s on his back with his legs wrapped around your waist as he holds you so close that your chests touch. he’s weakly scratching at your back as you fuck into him.
he couldn’t even remember how many times he’d came or how many times you came, he just knows he can feel the warmth of your cum being fucked back into him with every thrust.
and peter, bless his heart, is already so sensitive by nature! with the first time you cum in him, he’s already trembling and shaking and.. and then you don’t stop. you keep fucking him like he’s your own personal toy to use as you leave load after load in his cunt.
and the balance between the rough snaps of your hips into his cs the way you’re holding him as if he’s glass nearly gives him whiplash. he’s trembling in your hold as you kiss down his neck, and you can feel his short nails scratching at your back when you hold him flush to your hips as you cum in him once again.
pulling away, he looks so perfect. you wish you had a physical camera to take a picture of the sight. he’s littered in hickies and bite marks. his hair is splayed over the pillows in a messy fashion, he’s flushed red and covered in a light sheen of sweat.
the moment is so perfect, you couldn’t help but rock your hips up a little. “how much more do you think i could stuff your pretty pussy, peter?” you ask him, still rocking into him slowly. “wan’ your cum,” he whines, gasping harshly and you can feel the vice like grip his gummy walls had on your cock.
you just grin down at him, draping your body over his as you kiss behind his ear. “you can have whatever you’d like,”
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