#ship: matt/peter

[thelittlestspider]

here's the rough draft of ch1 of the matt/peter bdsm fic

cw: graphic smut, bondage, spanking, multiple orgasms.

@hiitspath. @cassettetapecryptid.

Matt is horny.

Not the regular kind he can just jerk or fuck away and move on. No, he's too stressed. Too pent up. Tension coils inside him, tighter and tighter until he feels like he's going insane with it.

Which is why he's come to Rapture. To unravel himself under a Dom's expert touch. He limits himself to once every two months, fearing he will become addicted to the feeling it gives him.

It's more than pain. More than humiliation. He loves the way his mind quiets before the world flows back in. There are no screams. No responsibilities. He is whatever his dom wants him to be.

It's the closest he has ever been to peace.

Matt pushes through the doors to the front desk. The host greets him.

"Welcome to Rapture. How may I help you today?"

"I'd like the special service, please."

The host taps away on her tablet.

"Your name please."

"Matt Murdock."

"Thank you." She taps on her tablet. "I apologize for the inconvenience, but your usual dominants are unavailable. Would you like to try someone else today?"

She must see how crestfallen he looks, because she adds, "There’s a new dom who just started a few weeks ago. I've heard he's good. His name's Leo."

Matt thinks about it for a moment, then nods.

"Would you like a copy of your contract in braille?"

"Yes please."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

After the host leaves, Matt's mind wanders. He distracts himself from the club music pounding his skull by focusing on the private rooms. It's then he hears a familiar heartbeat.

Peter.

Peter is somewhere in the building.

Matt breathes faster. His mouth dries and his palms begin to sweat. Suddenly his temporary respite from the outside world doesn't feel so peaceful.

In fact, it's downright terrifying.

He hears the host's footsteps as she makes her way back with the paperwork.

"Thank you for your patience," she says. She picks up her tablet and holds it out to him. "I just need you to sign here. Do you mind if I touch your hand?" Matt shakes his head. She guides him to the line and Matt scribbles his signature. "Okay great, you're all set. If I could get your phone from you?" Matt hands it over.

"Thank you. I'll have it right back here for after your session." She taps something on her tablet. "Alright then, your dom is waiting for you in room three."

Matt goes to the door leading to the private rooms. The sound of Peter's heartbeat grows louder. Nerves fill Matt again.

One.

Thump, thump.

Two.

As Matt feels the numbers on the doors, the slow thump of Peter's heart gets closer and closer. Matt clenches his fists. Spit fills his mouth. He swallows thickly, reaching up to feel the number on the next door.

Three.

Peter's on the other side of the door. Matt thinks briefly of running back to the front desk for a refund, then faking his death and going into witness protection so he won't have to face Peter's rejection.

Stop being chicken, Matt berates himself. You're the man without fear! He takes a breath, steeling himself, and opens the door.

Peter stands in the middle of the room stock still, holding something flat and rectangular -- a tablet he assumes -- staring down at it with held breath. He looks up to see Matt standing in the doorway and just stares at him without speaking.

"Surprise?" Matt says, weakly.

The silence that follows is suffocating in its awkwardness. Matt wishes Stiltman or some other villain would crash through the wall to save him from it.

Peter sighs.

"Well, I guess I don't need this mask then."

He pulls it off and beckons Matt to sit next to him on a sofa by the wall. Matt goes, sitting at the other end.

"This is quite the pickle we're in," Peter says, sounding surprisingly amused for someone who has just been outted as a sex worker.

Matt sighs.

"I'm sorry for this."

"What are you sorry for? You didn't know I worked here."

"But I heard your heartbeat and I decided to come anyway."

"Does that mean you're interested in me?"

That's the million dollar question, isn't it? One Matt has pushed away for years now. He remembers all those nights he fantasized guiltily about Peter while they were both married to different people. The way he wanted to close the distance between their bodies when adrenaline was high and they stood next to each other a tad too close.

The question isn't whether Matt wants him. Matt wants him with a desperation that embarrasses him. Wants Peter to make him come over and over until he's crying with overstimulation. Wants Peter to tell him he's good. But does Peter want that?

Does Peter want him?

"Yeah," Matt manages to croak out.

Peter slides across the sofa until he's practically sitting in Matt's lap. His dick takes notice of Peter's proximity and begins to harden. Matt glares at his traitorous anatomy.

"So would you be interested in doing this outside of the club?" asks Peter. He rests one arm behind Matt's head, while he strokes Matt's chest with his other hand. It's very distracting.

"Yes," replies Matt, voice becoming breathy as Peter begins playing with his nipples through his shirt. "Please."

"I read your list on the pad, but I want you to tell me what you want in your own words." That beautiful, evil hand trails down, down until it rubs Matt's cock through his pants, making him rock up into it.

"I--I," Matt gasps. "I want you to tie me up and spank me." Peter unzips his pants. "I want you to call me a slut. I want you to humiliate me -- ah!" Peter strokes his cock from root to tip, using his pre-cum to slick the way. Matt bucks into his grip, groaning at the feel of callouses on his sensitive flesh.

"Nice dick," comments Peter.

Matt flushes.

"Strip."

Peter lets go of his dick so he can get rid of his clothes. He folds them up and places them on the sofa in a neat pile while Peter looks him up and down appreciately. When he comes to his glasses, he hesitates.

"Do want to keep them on?" Peter asks, softly.

Matt thinks about it for a moment, then decides no. He places them on top of his clothes.

"You're so handsome, baby."

Matt blushes, but he preens, too. He knows he's good looking. It's one of the few things he's never had complaints about. He flexes his biceps to show off, making Peter laugh.

"Alright, alright, you know you're pretty." Peter hops up from the sofa and strides over to Matt. "But I'm still going to tell you how beautiful you are. Just try and stop me."

"Why would I? It's good for my ego."

Peter slaps his thigh, making him gasp.

"If you wanna show off so bad, pose for me while I grab the stuff." He has Matt kneel on a cushion with his hands behind his head, back arched, legs spread. Matt feels like a pinup. Peter's own personal centerfold to jerk off to. He imagines Peter coming on his face, and bites his lip, squirming.

"What are you thinking about so hard over there?" Peter asks from where he's rummaging through drawers of what Matt thinks are toys.

"You. Coming on my face."

Peter sucks in a breath like Matt hurt him, cupping his cock through his pants. A little smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. Nothing like a little tit for tat to get the blood pumping. Or the hands spanking. He wonders how much attitude he can get away with before Peter slaps him, or makes him lick his shoes.

"You're gonna be the death of me," says Peter. He sounds resigned, but fond. Like he loves him. Matt quashes that seed of hope. This is just sex to Peter. It's something he has to be okay with, even if it breaks his heart.

He's pushed out of his thoughts by a warm hand cupping his face.

"What's wrong?" asks Peter.

He sounds so gentle and concerned. The complete opposite of his normally brash demeanor. It's a side of him Matt has rarely seen; the only other time being when he was gravely injured or so upset he couldn't hide it.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable. Just...in my head I guess."

"Well, if you're sure..." Peter strokes Matt's chin with the pad of his thumb. "Is it against the bro code if we kiss?" The ridiculousness of the question snaps him out of his funk with a laugh.

"Pete, shut up and dom me," laughs Matt. "I'm in danger of losing my hardon."

Peter looks pointedly down at his dick with Matt imagines is an unimpressed expression.

"I don't think your boner's going anywhere."

It's true. With every inhale he smells Peter's sweat mixed with the heady musk of his arousal. Feels the heat of his body. If it wasn't so hot having Peter loom over him fully clothed he would want him pressed against him skin to skin.

"So I've got some choices," Peter says. He holds out a length of rope for Matt to feel. It's made of a soft, flexible material that won't chafe his wrists. "I could tie your wrists with this, and leave you kneeling here. Or I can tie you to the St. Andrew's Cross and have my wicked way with you."

"Can we try the cross another day? I kind of like kneeling like this. It makes me feel like a spoiled pet."

"Okay kneeling? Check. Rope? Check. Is there any other stuff you want, like toys or paddles, or anything like that?"

"For this time, can we just use your hands?"

"Can do," Peter says with a lazy salute.

"If you want me to spank you, you'll have to bend over the table or the sofa."

Matt shrugs. "That's fine."

"Do you have a safeword?"

"...Karen."

Peter doesn't react to the name, or is really good at pretending not to. He pulls Matt's hands behind his back, tying the rope around Matt's wrists. Matt tests the give of the rope, confident he could escape it if he needs to. Or snap it.

"I could get out of this easy, you know," Matt can't resist quipping.

Peter snorts.

"Yeah I know you can, Houdini. But do you want to?"

"No."

"Then let's get started."

Peter warms him up again by jerking him off at a glacial pace that makes Matt want to bite him. So he does.

"Um, ow?"

"You're going too slow. I want to come."

Peter grips Matt's hair with his free hand and pulls his head back, sending sparks of pain through his scalp. Matt gasps.

"I don't think that's your decision." His voice loses its usual smokey rasp for something more velvet. A voice fit for a creature of the night. Matt shivers in delight. "You'll come when I say. Got it?"

"Yes," answers Matt, rolling his eyes. Peter pulls his hair again.

"Yes, what?"

"...Yes sir."

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

Matt juts his chin out defiantly. He's being bratty on purpose, testing the extent of Peter's tolerance for bad behavior. But somehow Peter flips it around on him.

"If you're bad, I won't punish you." Matt blinks in confusion. If he isn't going to hit him, what is he going to do?

The answer is tease him so much he'll do anything to come.

Peter leaves light, sucking kisses all over his body, not using his sharp teeth to bite him like Matt desperately wants him to.

He teases Matt's nipples with his tongue, blowing on them. Matt whines as white hot pleasure courses through him. Peter brushes them with his thumbs, then gently twists them until Matt is aching with need.

"You're so sensitive."

Peter sounds delighted and a bit awed. He brushes his hands over Matt's body with the same light touch, making the hair on his body stand up.

"Sir, please."

"Please, what?" The amusement in Peter's voice is clear. If Matt had any pride, he would be bristling, but right now all he wants is relief.

"Please hurt me," begs Matt. "Please, I need it."

Peter begins pinching his skin in different spots, hard enough he knows there will be red marks later, or better yet bruises.

He scratches down Matt's chest, then slaps the inside of his thighs.

"Sir, please spank me. I've been good. Please."

Tears well up in Matt's eyes. He needs the extra pain to push him into that perfect place. Peter brushes his tears away.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so well. Let's get you up, alright?" Peter pulls him up to standing and leads him to a cushioned table in the middle of the room. He bends Matt over it, then runs his hand down Matt's bound arms to give his hand a squeeze. Matt squeezes back.

Peter trails his hand over his hip down to his ass, groping at the plush give of it. Matt wiggles back into his grip, hinting for Peter to get on with it. Peter chuckles.

"Everyone always talks about my ass, but I think it's just they haven't seen yours." Peter smacks it to watch it jiggle. Matt hides his face against the table, face as red as his hair.

"Peter..."

"Ah, ah, ah. Address me correctly."

Matt sighs.

"Sir, please spank me."

"I would be delighted."

At first the hits are light. Peter takes it slow, gradually hitting harder to test Matt's pain threshold.

"Harder," Matt demands.

Peter lands a harsh slap that makes Matt moan.

"Yes. Oh, that's perfect."

The pain lights up his nerves like fireworks. In between slaps, Peter rubs the warm, aching skin, drawing the pain out even longer. Matt pants like he's been running. Tears run down his face. He feels so good.

"That's twenty," murmurs Peter. He plays with Matt's fingers. "You ready to come?"

"Yeah." Matt hums, rubbing his cheek against the table. He is safe and warm. The only pain he feels is the pain he asked for. And Peter is here. Touching him and being so caring. Coming feels like a bonus.

"How do you want it?"

Matt thinks about it. He's had many guilty jerk off sessions about what those strange callouses would feel like inside him. The way the whirls of his fingertips would feel stroking his walls and his prostate while he clenches around them.

"Finger me."

Peter strokes a hand down his thigh, then leaves to grab lube and gloves.

"No, I want it bare," whines Matt. "I want to feel your hands."

"It's gonna make cleanup take longer."

"Please?"

Peter sighs.

"Fine."

Matt whines even more when he feels Peter untying his arms.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm just moving them to the front. I want to see your face."

A smirk pulls at his lips. He smells blood in the water.

"You want to see me come on your fingers? See how bad I want it?" Matt turns over on his back, hissing as his ass presses against the table. He spreads his legs and arches his back. Tries to look inviting. "I'd look even better on your cock."

"I'm not fucking you with my dick this time," Peter says, firmly. Immovable. He laughs at Matt's exaggerated pout. "Oh c'mon, don't be like that. I want to, it's just I want to be able to do it in a bed."

He leans over to whisper in Matt's ear, "And if you're really good, you can fuck me." Matt swallows. He really, really wants that.

Peter squirts lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. He drops his fingers to rub Matt's hole, making him gasp. Peter strokes his hole in slow circles, dipping his fingertips inside with shallow thrusts that make Matt aware of how empty he is. After teasing Matt for five minutes, he finally slips a finger inside to the knuckle. Matt closes his eyes, biting his lip at the feeling of the whirls of his fingertips stroking inside him.

"How sensitive are you?" asks Peter.

"Very." He rocks into Peter's thrusts. "I need another."

"I bet you like ribbed toys." Peter slips another finger in, curling them to rub Matt's prostate, making him moan. "Bet you can feel every ridge rubbing you inside."

"Yeah," Matt gasps. Little "unh, unh, unh"s escape as Peter fingers him harder, keeping it slow so he really feels it. His hips jerk with every thrust home. He feels his orgasm spiraling in his gut before he clenches around Peter's fingers, come shooting up to his chin.

But Peter doesn't stop. Just keeps fucking him with his fingers until Matt comes again.

He makes Matt come over and over. One orgasm rolling into another until he's sobbing. Peter's fingers fuck into him relentlessly, milking him until he's coming dry, hips jerking in overstimulation.

"Unh, Peter I can't again."

Matt winces as Peter pulls his fingers out of him, lube leaking onto the table. It's both hot and gross. He hears Peter unzip his pants and the wet sound of him jerking off.

"Wait," Matt says, arching off the table. "Come on me. I want to smell it."

The moan Peter lets out is of agonized ecstasy. Cum stripes Matt's thighs.

"Untie me," Matt commands. Peter snaps to attention, cock hardening again as he hurries to untie the ropes.

Once Matt is free, he slides off the table and kneels down on the cushion from earlier, tilting his head up in the direction of Peter's face. He reaches for Peter's cock, slowly stroking it.

"Now I want you to come on my face and my tits." He licks Peter's cock from root to tip, flicking his tongue under the sensitive head to hear Peter moan. "I want you to make a mess of me. Then I want you to feed it to me after."

Peter moans, high and desperate.

"I want that."

Matt jerks him off fast and tight, twisting his hand around the head on the up stroke.

"Matt, I'm gonna--" Matt closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Cum streaks his cheeks and hits his tongue in salty spurts. Another spurt hits his tits. Peter falls to his knees, pulling Matt into a filthy kiss. He sucks the cum from Matt's tongue with a desperate moan Matt echoes.

They part with panting gasps, foreheads pressed together. Peter pulls away with a chaste kiss to grab aftercare supplies.

Peter wipes cum from Matt's face with a damp washcloth, then carefully rubs salve on his ass while he hisses.

"Sorry babe."

"It's okay. I asked you to do it."

"C'mere, I wanna hold you."

Peter pulls him to the sofa, where Matt sits gingerly on Peter's lap, arms wrapped around Peter's neck. Peter strokes his hand over Matt's thigh in soothing motions. Soft lips press kisses on his neck.

"That was really hot," says Peter.

"It was," agrees Matt.

"Do you wanna go out sometime?" Peter asks hesitantly.

"Of course."

"Then it's a date."

Peter helps him dress, sending him off with another kiss and a promise to call the next day. Matt can't stop smiling all the way home.

[nightwi]

Everybody always likes to talk about Peter Parker having a thing for redheads like yeah theirs MJ but like what about his things for blondes Johnny Storm,Deadpool,Gwen Stacy,Flash Thompson,Betty Brant,Eddie Brock He has a thing going on with so many more blondes then redheads I guess you could throw Daredevil into the redhead thing but even then that’s only two redheads compared to five blondes and there is probably more that I am forgetting.

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[littlelostbirdy]

Back at it again folks, does anyone have any "I kissed you when I said goodbye like that's normal for us and didn't even realise I did that" fics??

Or I'll take some "I said 'bye love you' like that's something we do and now I'm freaking out because we're not dating and you didn't know about my feelings" ??

Just the subconscious love coming to the surface in everyday actions - there's no tag I can filter for that in ao3 please I Am Begging

[xycuro-illuminati]

The Daredevil clone and Spider-Man clone are fighting each other?? WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED!!!! DO NOT TAG AS M/CU Bonus:

[spideywhites]

Please don’t kill me for my personal take 😘🤡 also when I say painful slow burn I mean they’ve been FWB for a decade and counting and still haven’t coined onto the fact that they’re dating yet.

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[cabezadeperro]

[redacted] sentence sunday

"hey how many mattpeter wips do you have"

yes

“I wouldn’t mind living somewhere like this,” Matt says suddenly, voice thoughtful. It’s so quiet. Now and then a truck rumbles down the road, or a gust of particularly strong wind makes the plastic and metal structure of the gas station shudder.  “I think I’d go insane,” Peter confesses. “I don’t do well with silence.” “Really.” “I don’t know what you mean. Quiet and mysterious, that’s me. Like the Man With No Name but wearing spandex. They call me the Clint Eastwood of Queens.” Matt snorts. He slips his hand under the neck of Peter’s t-shirt, following the long, sore muscles of his back. Peter groans and leans his head forward. “People aren’t made to spend so long in a car,” he complains. “I’d rather go three rounds against the Rhino. At least with him I get to hit something.” “I didn’t even know you could drive,” Matt says.  “If you ask him, Johnny’ll tell you he was the one who taught me,” Peter starts. “But the one who made me get my license was—MJ made me.” Five, six years ago. Anna’s old car, an empty parking lot in Queens. MJ wasn’t a very good teacher, but Peter’s always been a good student, and there were—incentives. He passed the driving test on his third try, and after that she made him practice now and then. Grocery shopping trips, taking her to and picking her up from the airport, driving May around. That awful IKEA trip. They almost broke up for real after that one. Sometimes Peter misses her so much he thinks he’s going to die.  “You don’t like it,” Matt says after a beat. “I hate it,” Peter agrees. “Cars are two-ton killing machines. They are also expensive and very bad for the environment. And most drivers are idiots, sociopaths, or both.”

[itsnotpsychosis]

Peter Parker x Billy Russo AU

Read chapter 7 of Of All The Things I've Seen here

[perseus-the-webhead]

y'all better be prepared. I've finally got the spoons to write fanfics again.

I still don't have the motivation to keep going on my wips, but this new one will be good

[thelittlestspider]

29. things you said in the rain Sounds like it could be romantic... OR sad...

cw: implied sex at the end.

Matt hates the rain.

It confuses his senses and makes it hard to figure out where he is. He also just hates the feeling of it soaking his suit and the cold chilling him down to the bone. Matt finds himself under an awning shivering, feeling very undignified.

"Fancy meeting you here," Matt hears above him, then the lean, powerful form of Spider-Man crawling down the wall and then swinging under the canopy to land in front of Matt.

"Hey, Spidey," Matt greets Peter, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. Unfortunately, the act doesn't fool Peter.

"Do you wanna get coffee?" asks Peter. "I'd kill for an expresso right now."

Matt sighs at the thought of going back out into the rain.

"Lead the way."

...

They end up at the Coffee Bean a few minutes later. Matt feels the other patrons' stares on them as they wait in line. A camera snaps. Someone coughs. Matt orders a matcha latte, and Peter orders a black coffee. The bills are dry thankfully. They settle in a booth in the corner of the room, sipping their drinks.

Matt hears someone whisper, "Spider-Man and Daredevil are on a date!" and Matt's mouth drops open. He almost turns around to say, "We are not!" but then he thinks about it. Would it be so bad if they were on a date? Matt tilts his head in Peter's direction.

Peter sits next to Matt, sipping his coffee. Matt senses Peter's free hand twitch because he wants a cigarette. He smells rain, deodorant, Irish Spring, and faint hints of metal and blood. Peter's feet are propped on the other side of the booth, crossed at the ankle. Matt decides to test Peter's reaction to a come on.

Matt slides his hand over to place it on Peter’s free hand. Peter’s heart beats faster.

"D, are you flirting with me?" asks Peter.

"Maybe..." Matt tries to play it coy. He senses the corner of Peter's mouth twitch like he's trying not to smile and realizes too late he's made an error.

Peter reaches up to slide his arm around Matt's shoulders, edging closer until personal space feels like a distant memory. He leans in to whisper into Matt's ear.

"Is this some form of gay chicken, or are you really interested in me?" Peter asks, relinquishing his coffee to run his finger along his collar bone in maddening, teasing strokes.

"You could come back to my apartment and find out," Matt whispers back. Peter leans back to look at him in what Matt figures is surprise.

"Who are you right now?" asks Peter. "Were you always this sexy?"

Matt smirks. "Guess you'll have to find out."

"Oh, I will..." Peter purrs.

...

(Later, Matt will lay in bed wrapped around Peter, the two of them flushed and sated, smiling.)

[rainismdata]

Another episode of "amateurly editing with picsart is my passion", but it's Andrew!Peter and Charlie!Matt also Andrew!Peter and Hardy!Brock for twitter/x header edition:

[ originally posted here, here, here, and here on January 24, 2022 ]

[deaddovemars]

nearly homeless Peter Parker and his age inappropriate boyfriend Matt Murdock

[hamstersinagraveyard]

Cinematic parallels

[scringee]

They went antiquing!

The panel this is inspired by is under the cut :]

[murdocktm]

just cooked some Gourmet Plots on call w venus for a few hours / crossed over some plots between here & my peter parker blog i am SO jazzed & ready to rumble tonight.