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lemonpeter · 4 years

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Day 21 - Virginity Kink (Steve/Peter)

This felt kinda weird to me and I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I’m just in a weird mood so none of my writing is really cutting it for my brain right now lol I hope it’s still enjoyable 🧡

Warnings: virgin Steve Rogers, inexperienced Steve, not all the way in this fic, but there is a handjob, and making out, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned

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“So...what you’re telling me is that you’re a virgin?” Peter asked curiously.

Steve looked mildly uncomfortable at the question. Or maybe he was just embarrassed. “Well...I guess so.”

“And you want me to be the one you lose it to?”

“Correct,” Steve confirmed, cheeks still burning.

Peter grinned, obviously on board with the plan. He definitely liked the idea. Who else got to claim that they got to be the first fucked by Captain America? Absolutely no one.

“So when are you thinking? Like, today, another set day, do you just want it to happen naturally?” The younger man asked him, trying to conceal his excitement.

“Just...naturally. We can work up to that. But I trust you.”

And that just sealed the deal.

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When Steve said they’d work up to it, he really meant it.

Peter discovered that he really wasn’t experienced at all.

So they spent weeks working up to it.

Started out with quick, chaste kisses when no one else was around. Steve didn’t want anyone else to know that he really didn’t know anything about being intimate with another person. So he made sure that they were always out of sight.

Then the gentle kisses slowly progressed with a slip of tongue once Steve was more comfortable.

That really seemed to spark something in him.

Because then he never wanted to stop. He always wanted to hide away with Peter or tried to pull him away from the group to make out.

And who was Peter to tell him no?

Once he got the hang of it, Steve was an incredible kisser. So Peter never had a problem with sneaking away to spend a couple minutes together.

But as much as he enjoyed it, Steve still didnt know where to go from there.

And Peter never pushed. He wanted to go at a comfortable pace for the soldier.

But being left hard and aching after particularly intense sessions was getting old.

So he tested the waters instead. A hand on Steve’s thigh that slowly snuck higher, a quick tweak of a nipple from over those thin shirts he wore.

The reactions he got were promising.

Maybe they really would be able to work their way up to all the way.

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“Queens,” Steve started, eyes filling with worry as they dropped to where Peter’s hand was on his upper thigh. “I don’t know...”

Peter sighed softly, but started pulling his hand away. “I know, I know. Sorry. Impatient.”

A larger hand grabbed his, awkwardly guiding it until it was pressed against the impressive bulge that the older man was sporting.

Peter raised an eyebrow, not pulling away. “This isn’t really agreeing with that you were saying. Brooklyn, we don’t need to rush into things if you don’t want to. It’s really alright.”

“I want to,” Steve told him. “I just- ah.” His cheeks flushed as he seemed to search for the correct words.

“Talk to me, it’s okay. I’m not gonna judge you.” The younger man watched him, fingers slowly starting to press down.

Steve whimpered, face bright red in a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. “Um. I’m okay if you want to do this. I want it. I just-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I don’t want to make a mess.”

It took everything in him not to laugh. He couldn’t. The captain just looked so sincere in his concern, Peter couldn’t even bear to do more than a slight reassuring smile. “It’ll be alright. We can clean up easily enough, yeah?”

The small nod that Steve gave him didn’t seem too convinced, but the man seemed willing to go along with him anyways.

“What are you thinking? You just want to keep making out and I can use my hand on you? Or I could give you a real treat and use my mouth.” Peter grinned, fingers still massaging gently.

“I-I want to keep...kissing.” Steve still didn’t seem quite comfortable with the casual lingo. But he’d get the hang of it eventually. “And I think just your hand would be okay. It would be good. Please.”

Peter laughed softly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Sure. Sounds good.”

Steve clearly felt better with that, relaxing against the couch again.

Peter shifted his position slightly, moving his butt onto the cushions more instead of the captains thighs. That way he was able to slowly unzip the older man’s pants and get his boxers down to see what he was working with.

And of course he had imagined what Captain America’s cock would look like. What male attracted person wouldn’t have? But his mental imagery didn’t even come close to the comparison of the real thing.

It wasn’t quite as long as he’d pictured (but hey, no living person could really compare to that), but it made up for that with the sheer girth. As he looked, he wasn’t really sure his hand could wrap all the way around. But it was absolutely beautiful, if you could consider a cock something of beauty.

Peter slowly tore his eyes away from it and looked at the man’s face again, smiling. “Okay. Wanna actually get undressed or do you just want to do it like this?”

Steve’s tongue darted out quickly and ran over his swollen bottom lip. “Just...just like this. I’ll just throw these clothes in the wash once we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Peter grinned.

He leaned in, one hand slowly wrapping around Steve’s cock. He started with slow strokes, determined to immediately start learning what the captain liked in terms of physical touches. His thumb slid over the head gently and he smirked at the loud gasp it rewarded.

There was already quite a bit of pre leaking, so it just helped ease the way of his hand.

Steve leaned down and kissed Peter hard, silencing a moan that nearly escaped. He didn’t want to be loud and alert anyone else. And he also didn’t want to be too loud and freak Peter out.

Peter smiled against his lips, biting down gently on the bottom one for a moment. Then his tongue slid past it, meeting Steve’s.

His hand kept stroking, gradually getting faster.

He knew that it wasn’t likely that Steve would last long at all, not being used to the touch and all. But he expected some sort of verbal warning, given how worried Steve seemed to be about everything else.

Instead he got a weak whimper as he broke the kiss and then cum suddenly hitting the bottom of his chin.

He was reasonably startled, looking to Steve. But the other man seemed completely blissed out, eyes shut and mouth wide open in pleasure.

So Peter just slowly stroked him through it, watching in fascination just how much Steve could cum. From the time he started counting there were eleven spurts and there was certainly an impressive volume.

Even when he thought the other man was finished, there was a weak twitch from his cock and a little bit more spunk dribbled out of the tip.

Steve’s chest was heaving with his breaths by the time he came down from his high and he looked between he and the other man.

Both of them were a bit of a mess, exactly what he had been worried about. But luckily Peter didn’t look upset. He seemed fairly excited, actually, and maybe a bit stunned.

“Oh my god. Brooklyn, that was incredible.” He laughed softly, slowly pulling his hand away and wiping it on Steve’s shirt. It would need to be changed anyways, so he figured there was no harm done. “Did it feel alright?”

“Felt amazing,” Steve told him, still working on evening out his breathing. “It’s never that good by myself. I’m sorry it, ah...didn’t last long.”

Peter laughed. “Are you kidding? As long as you felt good, I’m happy. That was...wow. You said you were worried about making a mess, you weren’t kidding...okay, I need a moment. That’s gonna be something I cum to for a long time,” he babbled, eyes still focused on the mess between them.

Steve smiled shyly, dropping his head back against the back of the couch and closing my eyes. “Well, I’d be glad to help you out?” He offered. “I think we’ve worked up that far. But...I might need to rest a couple minutes. That was intense.”

“If you think that was intense,” Peter told him. “I really can’t wait until we actually get to fuck.”

“Language,” the captain mumbled quickly, smirking. “Well, I’m sure we’ll...we’ll get there soon. And I’m sure it’ll be incredible.”

#peter parker #peter parker x steve rogers #virgin steve rogers #spidershield #steve rogers #peter x steve #spidershield nff #nff #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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snowstark · 2 years

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yet again, thinking about steve purring, "look at'chu, queens, so pretty for me," to a flushed and whimpering peter riding his cock

#spidershield #nff #yeah. this never leaves my brain

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peterrparrkerr · 2 years

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We've got a @peterparkerbingo masterlist! Make sure to read the tags before you get into some of these, there's a few that aren't for everyone.

↓↓↓Links to ao3 below↓↓↓

Forced Nudity

Size Difference

"I Didn't Mean To!"

Autofellatio

Muzzled

In Public

Humiliation

Regular Customer

Omegaverse

Punishment

Double Penetration

Non-Con

Mafia Boss X Kept Boy

Sloppy Seconds

Frottage

Lost/Secret Heir

Superior Ironman

Gang Bang

Fake Relationship

Mermaid AU

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Made To Order Bride

Literal Spawn of Satan

Bodyguard

#marvel #peter parker #peterparkerbingo2021 #masterlist #nff #starker #winterspider #spidershield

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starkerdestroyedmylifee · 3 years

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#starker #Ironspider #spidershield #spiderio #peter parker #nff

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carelessannie · 3 years

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refreshments Steve is a pianist who accepts a gig at a coveted, high-class restaurant. What he doesn’t expect are the “perks” for working the evening.

Inspired by this video Chris posted, and really had no right to. Pairing: Steve x Peter (Spidershield) Rating: E Warnings: public sex, blow jobs, dub-con Read here on AO3

Steve is led through the restaurant towards the lounge where the baby grand piano waits for him. He spares a quick glance around the room, noting three couples hidden in private booths and a larger party of businessmen at the banquet table. It's still quiet, even with evening business starting to pick up, and the host motions for him to sit at the piano bench.

"Can we provide you with refreshments tonight, Mr. Rogers?" the host asks, voice hushed in the respectful environment.

"Oh, uh..." Steve looks pointedly at the piano, but the host doesn't seem deterred. Alright. A drink might be nice. "What do you have that's good?"

"We could bring you a menu..."

"No, no— just bring me whatever's best."

The host looks startled, but recovers quickly and nods, "Alright. Do you have a preference?"

"A preference for..."

"Your server? Male or female?"

That's weird. Steve just chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head, "No, I really don't care who it is. Would I be able to get water all night though? It probably won't be good to get dehydrated while playing, right?"

The host just nods, serious, and Steve's smile falls flat. It's fine— he's not here for comedy, he's here to play for rich families and socialites on a Saturday evening. His host gives another nod before backing away, disappearing into the back of the restaurant.

Steve shakes it off.

Most of his music is memorized, and the only thing on his tablet is a set list and database in case he gets a request he doesn't know. With twelve minutes to go, Steve pushes back to use the restroom and is stopped by a hand in the crook of his arm.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just..." Steve sputters to a stop, eyes trailing lower and lower and lower until he finally meets deep, honey brown eyes. Oh sweet mercy— this boy is gorgeous, heaven-sent, and Steve is suddenly aware of every inch of his body, just how awkward he feels in front of the young man at least five years his junior.

The boy's eyes drop, a shy smile ghosting over his face as his cheeks darken. Oh. Okay, so maybe not so awkward.

"Sorry," Steve extends a hand, "my name is Steve."

"You ordered refreshments for the evening?" The boy responds instead of an introduction, blinking up through long lashes.

"Oh, I... yes. You're my... okay, okay sure, please."

The boy holds up a glass of water, and Steve jumps to take it, startled when the younger man giggles in amusement, "I can put it down, Steve."

Oh, his name sounds gorgeous in this boy's mouth. He lets the server put down his water cup— coaster napkin and everything— before offering his hand again. This time the boy only hesitates a moment before taking the offer, hand dainty and warm in his grasp.

"I need to use the restroom before I begin— could I get your name?"

Dark eyes widen in surprise, and the boy pulls back a bit, "Peter. M'name's Peter."

Peter. Darling. Hot as fuck. Steve rushes back as fast as he can, disappointed when the young server is nowhere in sight. Well. That's okay, probably best not to have distractions tonight.

Steve sits gingerly, closing his eyes to center himself. He cracks his knuckles, takes a few sips of water, and then runs his fingers lightly back and forth on the keys, silently worshiping the instrument in front of him before settling into the first chord.

It rolls effortlessly through his wrists, pressing each key lovingly, and letting his foot pump and sustain the dissonance. Every breath in the room is held, every eye on him.

He holds for an exhale, wets his lips, and then dives into the piece, filling the room with a joyful dance through his fingers, his body. God, he loves this. Loves watching people tune him out, accepting his music as their new normal. Loves how sometimes he'll catch someone closing their eyes, turning their face towards him like a daisy, eager for sunlight in their dark, gray day.

The first time he feels it, he's sure it's a mistake. A shift of his pants, or a draft under the piano and across his legs. Steve shifts a bit to rearrange himself and lays back into the keys, losing himself in the music again.

The second time, he jumps, smashing his knee against the underside of the keyboard. What the... hell?

There are fingers at his waistband, tugging at his shirt where it's tucked into his pants, and deftly undoing the button and zipper. Steve can't even look down. When he tries, all he can see are nimble fingers and— oh god, are those his server's hands?

He freezes when a hand reaches down into his pants, and he misses a key, bringing the song to a halt. Every eye is suddenly on him, and his pants are open, and he's still being paid...

And Steve just continues, giving the crowd a sheepish grin and jumping back into the line he had just missed. It's hard to concentrate with hands in his pants, pulling down his briefs, and fishing around boldly.

Oh, shit. Peter wraps a warm hand around his dick, squeezing firmly, and peeling his pants and briefs down with the other hand. Why is he under the fucking piano? Why is he inside Steve's pants, touching— oh god, and licking— his cock so shamelessly?

Steve tries to remember if there was a moment in their brief interaction that could have been mistaken for a come-on. Anything that was a signal, or even fucking permission, and he's coming up blank.

It doesn't matter now. Peter is licking lightly up and down the length of Steve's cock, and dammit he's getting hard. The attention makes him squirm in place, caught in-between wanting to shake the boy off and wanting to give him more room to get comfortable.

No. Steve, no. There's something seriously wrong here, and you can't be— ohhh geez.

He moans out-loud as Peter swirls his tongue around the head of his cock, letting the whole length sink into the wet, velvet heat of his mouth. He bobs his head slowly, matching the unsteady rhythm of Steve's playing.

His fingers keep playing, but Steve is completely consumed by the boy in-between his knees, humming happily at the end of his cock. He curses the bench for restricting his movement. As he sits, the best he can do is wiggle, all of his pleasure directed greedily by his server.

And now... holy shit, and now he's getting close. The song he's playing is coming to an end, building in tandem with his pleasure, swelling into rolling chords and a tight throat, gagging lightly as he thrusts forward, and...

... and the song resolves, resounding through six final chords, and he barely hits them as his pleasure crests, hands trembling, head dipping forward in surrender to his orgasm. He spills into Peter's eager mouth with a groan, drowned out by the polite applause that surrounds them.

It dies down, and Steve needs to catch his breath, needs a drink, and is suddenly aware that Peter is still lightly suckling his cock. In one long pull, he downs the water and pulls back from the table, avoiding looking at Peter as he quickly fastens his pants.

Just as Steve's jumping up to flee, the owner of the restaurant appears, looping an arm over his shoulder, "Where're ya goin'? Need some more water? I can get Peter to—"

"Look," Steve stops him, voice hushed as he points under the piano, "I don't know what just happened, but I'm not—"

"— Nonsense!" He's pushed back towards the bench, "You asked for refreshments, and my best server is happy to provide. Surely you've enjoyed his skills thus far?"

Steve is speechless. This was... planned? He looks down to meet Peter's eyes, and the boy is still licking his lips, clearly cleaning the fresh load of Steve's cum from his face. It's filthy, right in the middle of this restaurant— but Steve's noticing now that most tables have at least one pair of folded legs underneath the cloth, men and women alike receiving refreshments all night.

The owner pushes him down into the seat again, handing Steve a glass of water as Peter starts on his buckle again. "Just enjoy it, Rogers. Peter's the best at what he does— I promise, two hours will fly by."

His cock slips back into Peter's mouth easily and he groans in despair, fingers shaking as they settle back on the keys— both of them preparing to play their instruments.

Before he starts the next piece, he can hear a faint whisper of, “You taste really good, Sir,” from Peter’s sinful lips. He’s gonna die. He won’t make it.

Two hours. He can do this.

(I’ll tag @starkeristheendgame @femmeparker @snowstark @moodystark @peterrparrkerr @lemonpeter @vaguekiwi just because)

#spidershield #not lfl yet #nff #read warnings #steve x peter #steve rogers #peter parker #rairpair #kinktober #i guess?#one shot #my writing

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spideythot · 4 years

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Peter turned 18 and he wants something from steve and tonight, he's going to get it. You know what I mean😉

Hey, sorry it took so long for anything to come out. I started a new job, and my gf and I are trying to move - life is just crazy. Anyway - I hope you enjoy this! I’m working on more as we speak.

Spidershield, NFF

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The party was a great success in Steve’s mind as he cleaned up the last of the drink cups from the coffee table. He’d clean up the rest tomorrow sometime. The guests were in their rooms, and Peter had already gone to bed too. Though Steve was about to stop in to give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

He didn’t bother knocking figuring Peter was already asleep. All the birthday party gifts and people were a lot of stimulation for the younger man. Peter sat up in the bed smiling at Steve as he entered. Steve returned the smile. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asked.

Peter shook his head, looking a little shy. He bothered his lower lip with his front teeth. They’d danced around each other for sometime; lingering stares and soft touches. They’d kissed a few times - but kept the budding relationship tame. Steve often cited Peter’s age as a factor in that.

Steve moved toward the bed and leaned down to kiss Peter goodnight. Peter eagerly presses his lips to Steve’s and gripped the front of the man’s shirt. “I turned 18 today,” he whispered when they parted.

Steve chuckled softly. “I was there,” he replied.

“So I’m an adult now... and I want a special, adult present,” Peter continued, “From you.”

Peter blushed furiously as he spoke. Steve felt his own cheeks heat up at the innocent implication. “I... I think I can do that,” He answered. Steve kissed Peter and pulled back the covers. Peter lay completely naked under the blankets. Steve bit his lip to keep from moaning. He quickly stripped out of his shirt and crawled in the bed next to Peter, who sat up to meet him.

Peter gripped Steve’s belt and opened it quickly. He cupped Steve’s covered cock and moaned softly. “God, you’re bigger than I imagined...” he murmured.

Steve tilted his head back, stifling a groan. “That mouth of yours...” he huffed, “Gonna get you in trouble.”

“I want to be in trouble,” Peter flirted. His face flushed deeper red as he spoke. He kissed Steve again, chaste and quick. Steve lowered him to the mattress, laying flat on his back.

He dragged his lips down Peter’s throat, his tongue darting out to taste. Peter trembled ever so slightly, his hands gripping Steve’s shoulders tight. Steve nipped at Peter’s skin, forcing a quiet gasp from the birthday boy. He found the suitable place on Peter’s neck, and sucked a hickey there. Peter couldn’t help but giggle. “People will see that!” He said.

“That’s what you want though, baby,” Steve replied.

Peter laughed again and nodded. He tugged Steve’s pants down. “I want more than hickeys from you,” he said.

“Be patient,” Steve playfully chided.

“It’s my birthday,” Peter said with a pout, “And I’ve waited too long to have you.”

Steve suppressed a laugh and nodded. He and Peter had waited - though they’d fooled around some before. Steve moves on the bed again, lying between Peter’s legs.

Peter blushed again and covered his face a little. He peered at Steve through his fingers though. Steve gazed back, his eyes half hooded and pupils dark. He curled his fingers around Peter’s cock where it stood in front of his face. Peter shivered, then jumped when Steve dragged his tongue up the length of his dick.

Steve kept licking with long, slow swipes of his tongue. Peter’s thighs trembled and closed slightly around the blonde man’s head. He whimpered, and startled again when Steve’s hands gripped his legs and pushed them back open. Peter watched, breathing heavily, as the man below him took the tip of his cock into his mouth.

“Oh, god!” Peter moaned. The inside of Steve’s mouth was hot and wet, and it fully engulfed Peter’s dick in no time.

Peter threw his head back, groaning and closing his eyes. He pressed a hand over his mouth, embarrassed at the high pitched whines Steve sucked out of him. His other hand gripped Steve’s hair, tangling in the short golden locks.

Steve easily sucked Peter’s length down and hollowed out his cheeks to create a vacuum around it. Peter’s hips bucked and twitched. The hand he placed on Steve’s head tugged at his hair. He gave the man broken, breathy moans. Steve rolled his tongue over Peter’s throbbing skin.

“Don’t stop!” Peter begged.

Steve grinned as much as he could with dick in his mouth. He alternated licking and sucking at Peter’s cock, teasing relentlessly. Peter writhed and moaned louder, tangling his other hand up in Steve’s hair.

“Steve,” he panted, “Gonna cum!”

Steve sucked harder at Peter’s confession, earning him a swear and more mumbling mewls. Peter’s hands moved from Steve’s head to bedsheets below, twisting them up. His hips bucked again and his body shivered. Peter arched his back and gasped as he came, spilling into Steve’s mouth.

Steve moaned too, and swallowed what he could, before popping off of Peter. The younger man trembled in the after glow. “Mmm...” he hummed as he looked at Steve, still sitting between his legs. “That was... oh, amazing...”

Steve grinned and moved to sit up. He rubbed a hand over Peter’s abs. “Well, I hope you’re up for more.”

Peter nodded and opened up his legs some more. “So ready... I’ve been practicing,” he admitted.

Steve closed his eyes and groaned, imagining Peter stretching himself open. “You’re the worst tease,” he said.

Peter laughed again. “Come on,” he said, settling back against his pillows, “I want my second present.”

Steve tugged his pants off, watching the way Peter’s eyes widened with anticipation. He kissed the younger man on the lips then, his cock resting heavy against Peter’s stomach. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

#spidershield #peter x steve #requests #nff #birthday sex

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trashystarker · 4 years

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unleash the beast - a spidershield one shot

Title: ‘Unleash the Beast’ Fandom: MCU Pairing: SpiderShield (Steve Rogers & Peter Parker) Rating: Mature/Explicit (NSFW - PWP - Stamina Boys Be Going To Town - Polyamory in the compound) Word Count: 3320

Summary: Steve is looking forward to his afternoon with Peter.

A/N: I was thirsty AF for these two yesterday, so I decided to write this. Please enjoy! :)

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Steve walked back and forth in the hallway, trying to get up the nerve to knock on the door that he kept passing by. He knew that he always had an open invitation to enter said room, but each time he got the itch, he always hesitated. Which was ridiculous because he’s been in that room more times than he could count using both his hands and his feet. He knew what was waiting for him on the other side - a chance to really let go and unwind. But again, he always had these moments of hesitation.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, his pacing coming to a stop so he could check to see what it is. “You know I can hear you walking outside my door, right? It’s unlocked. Just come in.” He exhaled as he saw the name of the contact who was indeed behind that closed door. A small black spider was their contact name, as most people on his team were entered into his phone as pictures rather than their real names. Nat’s idea. Safer that way, or something. He really didn’t know, and didn’t care. What he did care about was that the door was unlocked, which meant he didn’t have to knock as the text was his invitation in.

Pocketing his phone, he walked over to the door and gave a soft knock, then opened it. “Hey, Queens.” He greeted Peter Parker, their newest recruit who was lounging on his bed. What Steve couldn’t see as he had his head down at the moment was that Peter didn’t have any clothes on. “Been having a good after…...noon?” He shut the door, turning the lock, then looked back over at the bed and got his first good look at the naked beauty on the bed. “O-Oh.”

“I figured you were coming to my room for a reason, yeah?” Peter dropped the book he’d been reading, and pat the edge of his bed. Steve took the invitation and sat down in that exact spot, his cheeks flushed as he averted his eyes. “You’re hilarious, Brooklyn. You can toss me around better than any of the other guys, but you’re too shy to look at me?”

“I’m being respectful.” Steve spoke quietly, keeping his eyes averted. But his body was already responding to the heat that Peter’s naked body provided, and was itching to feel its warmth on his own skin. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Because everyone else just knocks on the door. It always takes you at least five minutes to come into my room.” An arm was slid around his waist, as Peter rested his head on his shoulder. “Does that mean I took off my clothes for a reason? Or should I put them back on?”

He turned his head, bringing his mouth close to Peter’s ear. “Don’t you dare put them back on. You know why I’m here. Who was here last?”

“No one. I’ve been good today.”

He smirked, feeling the heat beginning to build as he put his hand on Peter’s thigh. “Just today? What about yesterday?”

“You sure you want to know that, Steve?”

It was true - he really didn’t like knowing how many of their team that took turns having sex with Peter. But that was sort of the rules at the compound - they all had their own needs, and certain members fulfilled them more than others. Like Tony - Tony was good for a quick suck and fuck. Steve liked that a lot. And Natasha - she was good for a slow and sensual time. Bruce preferred to be taken care of, because if he tried to have sex with any of them, he could Hulk out and then that would be a world of hurt for all parties involved. Bucky - he was his tried and true. But Peter - Peter was someone special. And he honestly looked forward to each time he wanted to have a tussle with him, more so than the rest of his teammates.

“I’m good.” He shook his head, as he felt Peter tug on the shirt that was tucked into his pants. “But no one else today?”

“Nope.” The shirt came off of his chest in a flash, then lithe fingers began to tease and stroke his left nipple, causing him to moan softly. “You’re the only one. And will be, because you know as well as I do that you’re going to ruin me for anyone else to enjoy.”

“That’s the plan.” Steve didn’t bother to deny it. “Stand up. Help me get my pants off?”

“Can I kiss it a little first?” Peter asked, as the two of them stood up from the bed together. He watched as Peter slid down to his knees, his fingers going to the curls that were hanging over his forehead, the look of lust prevalent in his eyes. “I love kissing your cock, Cap…”

“You can do whatever you want, Queens.” He groaned softly as his pants were pulled down, his cock springing out with little preamble. He saw a small line of drool spill from the corner of Peter’s mouth as he kept his mouth hovering near the tip. “You gonna tease me a bit?”

“Am I?” Cool air blew against his heated skin as he saw Peter pucker his lips. “Or am I teasing myself by not touching you?”

“Both.” Steve moaned low as he could feel Peter’s breath on the head of his cock. “But that’s what you like, isn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm….”

He closed his eyes as the wet heat of Peter’s mouth touched his cock. Steve exhaled a deep moan as he kept still, letting Peter take his time with how he worked his cock. He knew he could thrust it down his throat right now and there would be no complaints. Hell, the last time he’d been here with him, he’d thought he’d bruised Peter’s trachea because of how hard he’d fucked his mouth. So, it was his turn to tease him. He looked down and saw Peter’s brown eyes staring up at him, daring him to do something more, but he wouldn’t. No, he was going to keep him guessing as that’s what kind of a mood he was in.

Peter pulled his mouth off of his cock, more drool spilling down his chin. The messier the better, that was Steve’s feelings when it came to doing this with him. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“You know why.” He put his hand on Peter’s head, and pulled him back towards his cock. “You said you wanted to tease yourself. Well, now it’s my turn to tease you.”

“Steve, you-”

Pushing his cock back against Peter’s lips, he silenced him as his cock was taken back into his mouth with a needy moan. His fingers relaxed their grip on his hair as he began to roll his hips slow. “This what you want, Queens?” Peter nodded his head, another moan tickling the tip of his cock as he slid it back and forth over his wet tongue. “Don’t ever say I don’t give you anything.” He lifted his foot up and nudged it against Peter’s dripping cock, and heard him whimper low.

After a few quick sucks, Peter pulled his mouth off again, then went and kneeled on the bed. “Make me ready for you?” A bottle of lube was tossed to him, which he caught without batting an eye.

“Where’s your ring.”

He saw the tips of his ears turn red, then watched as he reached over to his nightstand, and pulled the silicone cock ring from the drawer. “You don’t want me coming right away?”

“Not today, I don’t.” Steve took the ring from him, and began to slide it down to the base of his cock. “Today I want you to remember who takes care of you the best.”

“It’s you,” Peter said, staring up at him. Steve wanted to believe him, but again, he knew how everyone was. They all had their favorites, but wouldn’t ever say which one they were - better for everyone’s ego that way. So to hear Peter answer it so quickly, it was a graze in his belt - not a notch, because he knew it was probably a lie, or just a convenient truth at the moment. It still made him feel good, though. “No one’s cock is as good as yours, Brooklyn.”

“You’re just saying that because you know if you don’t, I won’t play nice.” He gave the ring a little tug, and saw Peter’s cock standing up tall and proud. “But you might like that.”

“I’ll like whatever you wish to do to me, sir.” Peter pushed his ass back towards him, rubbing it up and down his very stiff erection. “You gonna get me ready? Or should I do it for you today?”

Steve grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers. “Let me take care of that, hmm? You can give me a show the next time.” He dropped a kiss on his lips - just a quick one. They weren’t supposed to really kiss when they had these exchanges - only with their number ones were they supposed to share that kind of intimacy with. Which was fine for him, but sometimes - sometimes he wondered what it would feel like to really kiss some of his partners. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Peter’s hand dropped to the bed, and Steve sat on his knees beside him, keeping his cheeks spread apart with one hand. Using the fingers he’d put some lube on, he began to tease the puckering hole, spreading some of the viscous liquid over the velvety skin, giving it a nice sheen. He gathered some spit into his mouth, then hawked it right at the hole, the wanton moan that came out of Peter let him know that he enjoyed that. Pushing his finger into the mixture of spit and lube, Steve carefully guided it into his body.

“Y-Yes, sir….” His eyes watched Peter as he lowered his chest down to the bed. “T-Thank you, sir…”

He added a second finger, pushing them in and out of his body, watching as the muscle stretched around them, trying to compensate for the thickness. “You’re welcome.” He had his fingers in him right down to the third knuckle, and watched as he tried to spread his knees more. He knew what Peter was doing, and decided to pull them back out just to torture him.

“N-Nooo….” The soft whine in his voice had Steve’s cock flexing as he ached to be where his fingers currently were. “N-No more teasing, Steve…”

“Says who?” He pushed his fingers back into his body, and saw him toss his head back with a loud moan. “That the spot right there?” He looked between Peter’s legs as he kept nudging his knuckle against that little bump inside of him. He could see cum dripping from the tip of his cock onto his bedspread, the thin line letting him know the ring was doing its job of keeping him somewhat contained. “Answer me, Queens.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Breathless and highly aroused, Peter soon kept his hips still as he continued to work his fingers inside of him. “Oh, yes sir….”

“The minute these come out, it’s all over for you.” Steve spoke directly into his ear, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out, out and in. “Is that what you want?”

“I w-want you to fuck me….H-Hard, Steve….”

A deep moan left his throat, as he knew the next few hours were going to be wild. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you so good that even with your ability, you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.” It was a promise he intended to keep, and Peter’s deep moan let him know that he was fine with that as well. A few more pumps of his fingers, and then he was pulling them out and getting behind him, his hand grabbing the lube to get himself ready to be buried inside of that tight heat.

There were only three people in the compound he didn’t use protection with - and they were all aware of it and agreed it was alright, Peter being one of them. They’d started these trysts using a condom, but then as their relationship progressed, it became something that they didn’t bother with, which was fine by Steve. He preferred it bareback, as there was nothing quite like it. Pushing the tip against his gaping hole, Steve groaned low. “Q-Quit teasing me, Brooklyn…” He could hear the edge in Peter’s voice, letting him know that he was in the same spot as he was. Itching for a good fuck. “Give it to me…..please….”

“Remember, you wanted this.” He reminded Peter, as he slowly pushed his cock into his body. He let him feel him enter him inch by inch, and kept the slow pace until he was fully seated into his body. He could hear Peter moaning into the bed, no doubt wishing that the silicone ring was gone from his cock. That little piece of information only turned Steve on more, as he kept his hips still, wanting Peter to fully submit to him. As he saw his chest hit the bed, he knew that he was in. The wanton moans soon turned to needy ones, as it was apparent Peter didn’t like that he wasn’t moving his hips yet.

Placing both hands on his hips, Steve slowly pulled his cock out until only the tip was left inside, and then gripped Peter hard. He heard him scream, “YES!” as he began to pound hard into him with no limits on his own strength. He knew he was going hard - harder than he trusted himself to go with anyone except for Peter. He never went this hard with Bucky, who he knew could take it but it wasn’t something he was interested in doing with him. Never had. But with Peter? Peter unleashed a beast within him that seemed to rear its ugly head in these moments. And by the noises that Peter was making, he knew he preferred it that way.

“S-Steve….” He yanked hard on Peter’s hips, jerking him up to be on his knees with him as he pounded hard into his ass. “Oh, God, Steve….” Peter’s arm wrapped around his neck, Steve looking over his shoulder at how red and angry his cock looked at the moment trapped by the silicone ring. “T-Take it off….”

“No.” He murmured, pounding like a jackhammer into his lover’s ass. He could feel Peter’s body shaking, but that wasn’t slowing him down. He pulled out and flipped Peter over fast, the wild look in his eyes making his cock jump with need. He crawled on his knees until Peter was pushed right up against the wall, the lack of headboard necessary thanks to their wild fucking. There had been one, but Steve had accidentally broken it with how hard he’d pushed Peter against it. No, the wall was good enough now as it offered the sturdy support that they both longed for when having their moment together.

He pushed him up against the wall, pushing his cock back into the tight heat of his body. Peter’s arms wrapped tight around his neck as he drilled into him again, Steve drinking in the moans that Peter kept making into his ear. “S-Sir, your cock….” Peter moaned loud, as Steve reached between their bodies and grabbed onto his cock. “N-Now….?” He begged.

“Now….” Thankful that the silicone wouldn’t hurt, he grabbed onto the ring and pulled it off of Peter’s cock with an expert’s touch, knowing how much pressure he had to use to get it to come off of his aroused cock. He then felt Peter squeeze the life out of his neck, Steve dropping his head as he moaned low, Peter’s inner walls spasming around him as the heat of his orgasm dripped over his fingers as he jerked him off to completion. “Keep coming, baby….” Steve murmured into his ear, as he dropped Peter down on his cock more. “Gonna give you something real good soon…”

“P-Please!”

Steve slammed hard into him, coming deep inside of him with a low moan. He couldn’t hold it off any longer, the delirious moans that were now coming out of Peter’s mouth helping him to reach that peak. His hips didn’t slow down though, as the need to keep going was as strong as ever. And he knew Peter could take it, as they both were equals in that respect. One orgasm down, twenty more to go.

By the time they tapped out, two hours had passed. Both were covered in sweat and cum, the two of them trying to lick it off of their bodies but had given up after the eleventh round. Steve had filled Peter’s ass with so much cum that there were wet spots all over the bed, but neither of them cared. His lips were touching all over Peter’s sweat-drenched face, his own perspiration dripping down to his neck.

“Y-You tapping out….?” Peter asked, Steve noticing how it took effort for him to speak. “Pussy….”

“Language.” He murmured, lowering his head to kiss Peter softly. He felt him seize for a minute, but then returned the kiss with an equal amount of pressure. “And no, I’ve got to go. Need to help prep dinner tonight.”

“But you’ll be back again soon, right?” He didn’t bother to pull away as Peter pulled him down again for another kiss. It was dangerous, but really - they were already doing so many dangerous things together that what was one more? “Please, sir?”

It had been difficult to say no to him, and he knew that Peter knew he wouldn’t be able to. “I’ll do my best.” Steve cupped his face, then left one more kiss on his lips. “I know you’re a busy guy.” He teased as he stood up from the bed. “Quick shower before I go?”

“Only if you promise that I get that one more time.” Peter’s hand touched the tip of his cock.

Humming low, Steve nodded his head and pulled Peter up off the bed. “I think that can definitely be arranged.”

They did it twice more in the shower, neither running out of stamina yet. God bless our super strength. It was something that Steve was grateful for in many ways, because it allowed himself to really be himself in bed with Peter. No one else on the team got the same service as he did. After cleaning him out a second time, Steve got himself cleaned up and then exited the shower before the temptation to have another round with him kept them in there for an even longer amount of time.

He put his clothes back on, and then saw Peter take his sheets off the bed and helped him put a new set on. “So, see you at dinner?” He asked, smiling as Peter sat back down on his bed, this time with a pair of sweats and a shirt on.

“You will, Cap.” Peter nodded his head, returning his smile. “Thanks for this afternoon. It’s always so much fun with you.”

“Glad to hear you say that, Queens.” He blew him a kiss, and then headed out of his room.

As he walked down the hall to his own room, all he could think about was the next visit he was going to have with Peter. While it seemed so far off in the distant future, he knew it would be here before he knew it. Sex with Peter was always a treat he looked forward to, and would continue to do so until he got sick of him. Which he hoped would be never.

#spidershield #my writing #fanfic #steve rogers x peter parker #discord fam #because y'all are fucking enablers #lmk if you guys want to see this as a series??#some good ol' fashioned PWP #nff

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starker-filth · 4 years

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My Heart’s An Autoclave (1/3)

Peter Parker/Steve Rogers

This is basically a big “fuck you” to canon where Tony saved everyone but didn’t die, Steve never stayed back with Peggy, and Spider-Man is swinging with The Avengers . Think 2012 everyone lives in the tower vibes, but it’s 2024. All chapters will be explicit.

The first time they do it, it really is an accident. Honest. They're running on 3 hours of sleep in the last 48, gathering intel on the seedy underbelly of Washington D.C. It's a mission for Stark and Rhodes, so of course, they say yes. Peter still worships the ground under Tony's feet, more so now that he risked his own life to save the universe. Steve would never turn down a vet, but favors for Tony seem like less of a chore now. Perspective, and all that. Peter had to mingle around the two-day event. His unrecognizable (and pretty) face was the perfect cover. Steve's job was the 'easy ' one, he got to keep surveillance in a swanky hotel room down the street. Steve would argue that it was way harder to stay awake with a bed three feet to his left. Either way, they're both exhausted by the end of the weekend. Peter almost cries at the sight of the bed in their make-shift headquarters. Steve's still talking to Tony when Peter stumbles in, bleary-eyed with his tie loosened and half of his dress shirt unbuttoned. Tony greets him with little response but a groan. Steve's not far behind Peter on the congeniality scale either. When the call ends Steve turns his attention to the human spider stripping out of his suit all while lying on his back. “Don’t you have a hotel room?” Steve asks as he begins to methodically strip out of his stealth suit. “So far away,” Peter mumbles and throws his dress shirt at the chair in the corner, “had to give you this.” Peter reaches into his pocket and pulls out the one napkin note he intercepted the night before. Steve takes it and places it in a portable safe before he continues to undress. Peter’s down to his boxer briefs when he slithers under the extravagant comforter and looks up at Steve with tired eyes. “Can’t we just sleep? Seriously. Five hours. A bargain can be made for four and a half if you turn the lights off right now.” Steve rolls his eyes at his ever-so-dramatic teammate and peels off the last of his uniform so he’s in his briefs and undershirt. He doesn’t miss the flit of Peter’s eyes as he moves to turn off the lights and flip the monitors to sleep. Steve thinks Peter’s out by the time he falls into the other side of the bed. It’s a king, but Steve is Steve and Peter swears he still has growth spurts at twenty-three. Steve feels the heat radiating, knows they both run hot with all the extra stuff woven into their DNA. Still, Peter shivers and Steve has a lapse in judgment, and then he’s spooning Spider-Man underneath a gaudy chandelier. Now that he’s in bed and they’re safe and it’s over, his eyelids are heavy. But they got some damning evidence, it was all a rush, and Peter was great. He was naturally charming and his experience with the team after The Snap has him confident in most situations. It doesn’t look bad on him, is all Steve’s thinking. Peter’s breathing isn’t slow, which throws him off. Instead, his back rises and falls fairly quickly against Steve’s chest. Steve knows Peter can’t be sleeping and is only proved right when their fingers interlock over Peter’s chest. Steve presses his nose against the nape of Peter’s neck. He smells the cologne and his eyelashes flutter against Peter’s skin and they bring goosebumps in their wake. “Four’s okay, too.” Steve lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and Peter arches back when it teases his sensitive skin. He wants to protest, to forget this happened for the sake of the team and his sanity. All future attempts are made futile when Peter backs himself into his crotch. He moans when he feels Steve filling out his underwear. Suddenly Steve can’t speak. He can only hang his mouth open against the back of Peter’s neck. And Pete’s slowly sliding their linked hands down, down, until he’s urging Steve to grab his dick. He’s responsive, gasps when Steve starts to stroke him through his briefs. He whispers Steve’s name into the quiet dark like it’s something he’s never said before. He makes it sound like something Steve’s never heard before and it drives him just crazy enough to let down his guard. He reaches his hand down into the boxers and Peter sheds them just as quick. He’s dripping already, slick and warm and Steve uses it to tease the head. “Gonna be quick,” Steve hears Peter say. Steve makes quick work of his own underwear. Bottom half disrobed, he presses into the swell of Peter’s ass. He seems to like it, given the squirming and the gasping and the way his dick jerks when Steve takes hold of it once more. It is quick, then. Peter’s ass cheeks completely envelop Steve’s prick, and he squeezes them deliciously. It’s almost too dry, but Steve’s dripping pre-cum already and they’ve both started to break out in a sweat. Steve’s tip drags along Peter’s hole every other thrust or so. It makes Peter clench harder around him and groan every time. Their bodies pressed together, Steve’s breath on Peter’s neck, the flick of Steve’s wrist, it’s all so much so fast. Peter lets go first with a gasped cry, coating Steve’s hand in warmth and falling slack against his chest. It doesn’t take long at all for Steve to follow. He grabs Peter’s hip and ruts into him until he’s painting his back and his own stomach, nipping at the skin on Peter’s shoulder. It’s almost too quiet after. Steve can hear Peter’s breathing start to even out along with his own before either of them can speak or move. “Thanks, Cap,” Peter finally says, and he starts to clean up using his discarded boxers. Steve follows, takes his shirt off to help clean Peter’s back and his own soiled stomach. “You’re welcome?” It comes out as a question as the events start to catch up with Steve’s brain. Surely that was normal, right? They were sleep-deprived and adrenaline-filled and they had a long, busy day ahead of them. It was stress-relief, right? A natural reaction to the environment. He can’t ask Peter, though, because he hears soft snores from beside him as he runs a frantic hand through his own hair.

#spidershield #spidershield moodboard #spidershield fanfiction #steve/peter #steve rogers/peter parker #peter parker/steve rogers #peter parker x steve rogers #steve rogers x peter parker #nff

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monster-cock69 · 2 years

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so semi milkbar au where Peter's come highly recommended by some old friends and so he has him come to the tower for an avengers only party where they pass him around and take turns sampling his milk and cunt

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barnesify · 3 years

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peter wearing puppy ears. that’s it. that’s the post.

#puppy! peter #starker #nff #puppyplay #winterspider #spideypool #spidershield #spiderfalcon #?#falconspider #thunderspider #ironspider

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starkeristheendgame · 2 years

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I'm just thinking about an AU where the spider bite made Peter incredibly fucking horny, like nearly 24/7 wanting that dick, and there's only so much Tony can do, right?

He watches from behind his laptop as Peter desperately humps a pillow under his instruction, whining and wet and begging for more because its good but fuck its not enough.

And Tony is resourceful. His father might have founded this empire but Tony fucking built it. And if his boy's got a problem with wanting cock, then Tony's got a solution.

Four of them, in fact. Steve, Bucky, Thor and Clint. Four prime males, healthy as horses with cocks to match.

Mafia AU? ABO? SIM!Tony? You decide.

#starker #ironspider #spidershield #spiderhawk #thunderspider #winterspider #nff #prompt #sie fanfic

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lemonpeter · 4 years

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Day 8 - Puppy Play (Steve/Peter)

This was so fun to write and now I’m thinking about this a lot lol I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: mob boss au (not really mentioned, just so you can have it in mind for characterization), pup!Steve, puppy play, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned but he’s meant to be an adult

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“Steve. Here,” Peter ordered, watching his guard closely.

Steve shivered at the tone. He dropped to his knees like he knew he was supposed to, crawling towards the younger man.

Peter smirked, legs spreading as the other man got closer. “That’s a good boy,” he cooed. “Up.”

The blond was on his knees, hands up on the chair between Peter’s leg in an ‘up’ position.

“That’s it...” he started undoing Steve’s shirt, revealing full muscles and a black harness, stark contrast against his pale skin. “Perfect. Knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” he murmured. “I’m sorry we can’t get the rest of your gear, but daddy is feeling impatient.”

Steve whimpered softly at the words, pupils dilating at Peter’s use of ‘daddy’ on himself. “It’s okay,” he murmured. Then he pressed his lips together tightly at the look Peter gave him.

“Puppies don’t talk,” the other man reminded him.

The dynamic was always interesting. Steve liked being Peter’s puppy, despite being twice the man’s size. If he was a dog, most would assume he’d be something of a Doberman. Huge, sleek, strong. Seemingly in charge.

Until he’s rolled over, showing his belly for his master. Definitely more puppy like. Not the big strong guard that he typically was for Peter. He was obedient, only wanting to follow orders.

He was torn out of his thoughts with a tweak to his right nipple, whining indignantly.

Peter chuckled. “Hey. You were zoning out. You okay, puppy?” There was a lazy smile on his face as he watched Steve nod. “Okay. Good.” He pushed the man’s shirt off completely, smirking at the fully shown off harness.

His hands dropped to cup the blond’s chest, humming appreciatively. “I can never get over these tits.” He grinned, thumbs brushing over dusty pink nipples slowly. He watched them harden under the attention, pinching them gently after.

Steve moaned weakly, biting his lip. He looked up at Peter, giving him the best puppy dog eyes that he could manage. He couldn’t talk, so he had to convey his thoughts through his actions and noises. But he had gotten pretty good at that, even if Peter wanted to act like he didn’t know what he was telling him.

Meanie.

Peter slowly pulled his hands away, humming softly. “I suppose you’ll need to stand for just a moment. Just so we can finish getting you undressed.” He watched the other man expectantly. “Come on, puppy,” he added playfully.

Steve slowly stood, unbuttoning his dress slacks before letting Peter finish getting them off. Then the same treatment was given to his boxers. He stepped away from them, down on all fours again once Peter pointed to the ground.

“Good boy,” Peter murmured, slowly rubbing at himself through his own dress pants. “You’re always so beautiful.” He eyed the swelling cock and full balls between his pet’s legs, chuckling to himself. “I guess it’s been a little while since we’ve been together like this. I’m sorry, pup. Daddy’s just been so busy, you know. But I’m here now.”

Steve nodded, eyes wide and shining as he watched Peter. He was just waiting for orders. He did anything that his master told him.

Smirking, Peter slowly unzipped his own pants. He didn’t push them off, just left them open. Then he pushed his boxers down, just exposing his cock and balls. He stayed fully dressed other than that. “Come here,” he said gently.

There he was. There was Steve’s softer master. Peter had a tendency to be tougher, colder when he was at work. It was just what he was supposed to be. What was expected of him. But Steve knew who he really was. Soft, gentle, playful.

He crawled to him quickly, nuzzling against the younger man’s thigh.

Peter chuckled, one hand stroking through Steve’s hair. It was getting a bit long, but it was beautiful. And he liked having something to hold onto. “You’re so pretty, Stevie. But you already know that.”

He hummed softly, eyes trailing over his pet slowly. “That looks like it hurts,” he murmured, addressing his cock. “Looks like puppy needs some help.”

Steve nodded in agreement, whimpering pitifully. His hips thrust weakly, despite not getting any sort of friction from it. His heavy cock bobbed at the movement.

“Oh, I know. I know.” Peter smiled at him, but he obviously had a plan. “Sit,” he ordered gently.

Steve sat, backside squirming a bit as though he had a tail to wag.

Peter laughed as he watched, shaking his head. “You’re so excited, puppy. It’s almost like you know what I’m thinking,” he teased. “Now show me your belly.”

Steve laid down before turning over, tongue lolling out as he watched his master. He stretched, muscles tight and flexed.

“Such a pretty boy,” Peter praised, getting out of his chair and leaning at Steve’s side. One hand slid over the pet’s stomach, a chuckle leaving him as he watched his cock twitch. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Steve made a soft noise, squirming slightly. He shifted his position a bit, trying to use the movement to get Peter’s hand lower.

“You are so naughty,” Peter scolded, but he was laughing. Obviously unbothered. His hand dropped, cupping Steve’s heavy balls and humming as he rolled them in his fingers. It was quite a feat for one hand, but he was just feeling. Not trying to use the action to get him off; that would have taken two hands. “So tight, puppy. This can’t be comfy,” he said, almost sounding sorry. “We’ll need to do something about that.”

Another whine left Steve, his hips rolling up in an attempt to get friction to his full and sensitive cock. He watched his master closely, panting softly.

Then Peter finally, finally got his hand around the length, smirking at the noise that it caused from his pup. “I know, that’s what you want. Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll make you feel good, Stevie. I promise.”

Steve knew he could trust his master. He always did. So he just smiled at him, hips rocking a bit before moaning.

“That’s it, I know. I know,” Peter said sweetly, stroking him slowly.

He loved his pup. And Steve loved his master.

#bri speaks #my writing #spidershield #peter x steve #peter parker x steve rogers #Peter Parker #steve rogers #nff #spidershield nff #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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snowstark · 2 years

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Peter riding someones dick (Tony, Bucky, Steve, whoever) while they smoke? like a cigar, cigarette, blunt, or something like that. and maybe they pass it back in forth? maybe he blows smoke in peter's mouth while they kiss?

you said peter riding someone's dick, i said why not all of them? 😌 READ ON AO3

“Shit, should’a known you'd be usin’ him before we even got started properly,” Bucky swears when he enters the penthouse to the sight of Peter bouncing on Tony's dick like his life depends on it.

Tony just flaunts Bucky a wide grin like he couldn’t care less—and he doesn’t—and squeezes one hand over the bare skin of Peter's hip. Peter lets out a whine at that, startling, but Tony hushes him by coaxing him into a kiss. Tendrils of smoke wisp out from the gap between their lips, and Bucky watches, enraptured. Steve already has his dick out and he's jacking himself off—always one step ahead of him, the bastard.

When Peter pulls back, his eyes are heavy and glazed over. Whether it’s from the blunt or the cock that’s filling him up oh-so-good, Bucky doesn’t know. All he knows is that his dick is aching, and he needs to do something to alleviate it, pronto.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, the noise high-pitched and whiny. It makes Bucky's mouth go dry.

“What is it, baby?” Tony murmurs, taking another drag from the blunt in his hand. “Need something from Daddy?”

“Pl–ease,” Peter whimpers, leaning forward to fall onto Tony. It does nothing but show off the curve of his spine and ass even more.

Bucky’s moved next to Tony on the couch now, and he's pressing the palm of his hand to the growing bulge in his pants.

Tony takes a lazy drag from the blunt, then passes it off carelessly to Bucky, who takes it wordlessly. Then, Tony grips both of Peter’s hips, nails digging in just enough to turn his pale skin white at first, then a blush-pink.

“If you can't speak,” Tony growls, hips snapping up and jostling Peter, making him squeal and choke on a moan, “how is Daddy supposed to give you what you want? Hm?”

“Aww, stop being so hard on him, Tony; you know exactly what you're doing,” Steve chuckles indulgently.

Tony rolls his eyes. Peter mewls when he grinds his ass down onto his cock, balls-deep inside him now. “What, you think it's fine that he can just go dumb and drooly after one dick? Pathetic.” But he soothes the sting of his words by pulling Peter into another kiss. And if anything, the way the boy’s cock is drooling white streaks down its length is enough to show just how much he likes Tony's words.

Bucky takes a drag from the blunt, just like Tony had done, and lets his head fall to the side, blowing smoke out lightly towards Peter’s direction. Peter sways, and clumsily places his hands on Tony's shoulders to steady himself.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Tony croons, voice laced with mock sympathy. “Daddy's gotcha, all you gotta do is tell him what you want, hm? You can do that much, can't you?”

“Hnngh—” Peter bites his lip, thighs quivering as Tony's hips pick up the pace. “I wan’— I want— please—”

“You want what?” Tony snaps, and cracks a hand down on his hip. Peter moans, and Bucky finally takes his cock out of his pants, stroking himself with a lazy hand.

Tony's next words are delicious.

“If you can't choose what you want, baby, Daddy’s gonna choose for you.”

“Bet he doesn't even know what he wants,” Bucky mutters through gritted teeth as he fists his cock.

Tony laughs and Peter's face reddens. “Oh, you got that right, Buck.” And with that, Tony doesn't say anything else, just snaps his hips at a brutal pace.

It doesn't take long for Tony to come. And when he does, he lets out a deep, guttural growl, sucking a bruise into Peter's neck almost desperately. Peter's cock is an angry shade of red now, but he makes no effort to reach down for it. Good training underneath all that pretty pink flush, Bucky thinks to himself.

“Well, Petey-Pie,” Tony drawls after he's done basking in the afterglow of his high, voice rough and gravelly. “Time's up. And that means you're gonna be a good boy, aren't you?”

“Uh-huh.” Peter nods fiercely. He looks a sight—lips bitten until they were swollen and red, cheeks painted with streaks of pink, hair mussed up from when Tony twisted a hand through it to expose his neck. “Gonna— gonna be g-good, Daddy, promise—”

“Oh, I know,” Tony murmurs, and slowly lifts him off of his cock. He wraps a hand around Peter's cock and strokes once, making Peter arch with a silent moan, lips parting. “That's why I know you're gonna be a good boy and go ride Bucky and Steve too. And don’t you even think about coming, sweetheart. We’ll get to decide whether or not you earned that after everything. Isn't that right?”

“Sure is,” Bucky agrees easily, and Steve echoes his agreement.

Tony seems delighted by their enthusiasm. Of course he is. “After we've painted your ass and face white with our come, we'll ask ourselves—was Petey-Pie a good boy? Does Peter deserve to come? Did Peter half-ass his job? Should we go for a round two, see if we can get that jaw aching, fill that filthy mouth up? And then—only then—we'll decide whether you get to come tonight.”

Peter shudders at the words, wracking his whole body, and he gasps, “D-Daddy—“

“Go on, baby,” Tony murmurs, smirking. “Go give Bucky a kiss, show him how good you wanna be.”

Peter stumbles as he tries to clamber onto Bucky's lap, awkwardly getting into position. Bucky's cock slides between his ass and feels the rim of his entrance wet and slick with lube and Tony's come, leaking back out. It's filthy, and Bucky loves it.

Peter looks up at him from underneath his eyelashes, and Bucky pointedly takes another drag from the blunt. Then, pulling it back, he leans forward and kisses Peter hard, letting him inhale the smoke.

Peter keens, a high-pitched noise that goes straight to Bucky's cock, and Bucky decides that yeah, this is gonna be a great fucking night. It always is.

#starker #winterspider #spidershield #nff #my fics #this is.... so filthy...... oh god....#idk this made me feral im sorry (not)#tw: smoking

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