#bottom! peter parker

[malereadermaniac]

Gym ~ Holland!Peter Parker x Male Reader

Top!Peter x Bottom!Reader cw: Working out n sweat, body worship, Bottom reader & top Peter, hand kink (kinda), underwear n sock stuff word count: 1.3k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Holland!Peter who likes to have you 'help' him as he works out in your home-gym. You motivate the hero throughout his workouts, laying under him as he does push-ups; rewarding your muscular boyfriend with a short n sweet kiss every time he lowers himself

Holland!Peter who uses you instead of weights whenever he can, especially when doing hip-thrusts. The handsome man having you sit on his hips, your ass literally on Peter's clothed crotch, as he grunts and groans with every raise of his hips - his dick obviously hardening underneath you with every thrust. The brunette's rough, veiny hand on your hip so firmly, keeping you in place as his other masculine hand rests in its rightful place on your thigh

Holland!Peter loving how evidently flustered you get when he works out with you, even though you try to hide the blush on your face behind your sassy/sarcastic facade. The hero knows you, like the back of his hand, so he not only tries to get his own weird pleasure out you 'helping' him but also to tease you from time to time; and he achieves this every time... It's not like it's hard, Peter knows what gets you going and uses it to his advantage, like keeping you below him and letting his sweat drip onto you, or keeping a firm grip on you, just to remind you of how fucking strong he actually is

Holland!Peter who always gets frisky during his workouts. Hey! Endorphins pair really fuckin' well with dopamine from having sex with the guy he fucking adores (you!). The hero's dick gets fully erect barely halfway through his session most of the time, resulting in Peter dropping subtle hints at you helping him out. Subtle as in wolf-whistling you when you bend over or smirking down at the tent in his sweatpants to get your attention.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to have you suck him off while he lifts weights. He'll be doing bicep curls above you as you're on your knees in front of the brunette, absolutely going ham on his thick dick. His sweaty, hot balls and dick smell of his manly musk as you kiss and lick his shaft and sack, making the man above you groan as he sweats from exercise and being horny. Shit really hits the fan when your fully sucking Peter off; sloppily deepthroating his thick, veiny cock as his thick bush of sweaty pubes stuff your nose with his intoxicating scent. It turns you on so much to watch the man workout above you, watching his sweat roll down his abs and down his v-line as you pleasure him oh so nicely, his moans echoing in your gym along with grunts of your name.

Holland!Peter who loves it when you worship and praise his body after a workout, his glistening muscles lookin' so attractive as the hero sits on a changing bench and sprawls out his body (because yes, you two decided to also install a changing room for your private gym, and yes it was mainly to have sex in). Peter's dick will re-harden instantly as you kiss his collarbone, lick his sweaty pecks and kiss down his abs and all the way down to his sweaty feet. Your praises of how his body is "incredible" and "godly" and "sexy" really stroking his ego, getting his hormones raring.

Holland!Peter loving the way you look below him, kissing at his feet, making direct eye-contact as you submit to him; he's not the type to be dominant, but FUCK does he feel so horny when you go out of your way to to please him. He always offers his hand out to you, knowing how feral you go for his veiny, rough hands which have saved hundreds of lives. Peter's dick twitches like crazy as he watches you suck his fingers off as if they were his cock, his eyes unable to leave you as you work your tongue sloppily around his sexy fingers, looking into his eyes as your spit dribbles down the sides of your mouth and your chin.

Holland!Peter making you with you desperately and sloppily as you sit on his lap, your sweaty ass sticking to his thick, tired thighs. The feeling of your boyfriend's masculine hands spreading your cheeks never gets old, his fingers cutely prodding at your tight entrance in a curious and impatient manner; Peter always wanting to feel more of you, pleasure you and himself as quickly as possible.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to watch you do your best to take his big, thick cock - positioning his dick to your entrance and slowly sinking down on your boyfriend's shaft. The brunette gets butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you putting in so much effort to get him inside of you, your face contorting in pain and pleasure just hittin' that spot for Peter so damn well

Holland!Peter who just can't help himself, he tries to give you as much time as he can to adjust to his girth, but you're just too perfect - your walls so warm and tight around Peter, your body fitting together with his like a puzzle, your panting face above him, it all just results in the brunette starting to thrust up into you without even thinking about it! But god does it feel so fucking good, your loud cries and moans of his name and "too big", "too much", and "fuck" turning your boyfriend on to the max, his desperation to pleasure himself and you giving him the confidence to take the lead and fuck you in whatever way he wants

Holland!Peter who gets off to seeing you desperately struggle yet fail to moan out his name due to his dirty, sweaty socks or underwear stuffing your mouth and acting as a gag. The brunette's dick twitching against your tight, warm walls as he drills in your prostate, watching as you squirm against his lap and become overwhelmed by his salty taste in your mouth and his musky scent in your nose - the entire changing room now smelling of both your sweat and his, along with the filthy smell of sex and fluids. Peter's hands feel correct on your hips, holding you tightly as the hero forces you up and down on his cock, his moans of your name making your dick twitch with ever jab at your prostate

Holland!Peter who can't hold himself back for too long, his body jolting forwards and enveloping your body with his sweaty, muscular one, his arms around your waist and his teeth in your shoulder as he breaths in your scent and groans into your shoulder; shooting his thick load deep inside of you. His sweaty garments would fall out of your mouth finally, allowing you to moan and whine as your own dick shoots ropes of white cum onto both your stomach and Peter's, your prostate being milked by your boyfriend's thick dick. Your nails claw down the hero's back, your toes curling in pleasure as you bask in the afterglow, inhaling your strong boyfriend's smell as he does the same as he kisses the marks he had left on your body during your passionate little moment.

Holland!Peter who just wants to rest with you a little. He doesn't care that his dick is still inside of you, or that his cum is slowly dripping out of your hole. The brunette just wants to hold you near, feel you as he kisses your body as little 'thank you's' for being so good to him. Of course, after a few enjoyable moments together, Peter remembers how horribly uncomfortable you must be and gets the two of you into a shower - cleaning you up and out, washing your hair for you and massaging your scalp as you get drowsy from the steam and the cardio. Fuck he treats you so damn well...

[malertop]

OMG,can you do Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Male Reader where Peter is fucking himself on a dildo while moaning about Male Reader and then Male Reader caught him (let's say because he just kissed Peter and wanted to see him) and then Peter stop's and pulls out the dildo but his asshole was so sloppy and gaped/wrecked/opened that he couldn't move and then he uses that moment and snatched the male reader, first he gave him a blowjob and then he started to fuck himself on male reader cock,ahd in the end he becomes a mess and his asshole was gaped even more when Male Reader pulls his cock out

Peter Parker x Male Reader

CAUGHT YOU

"Oh, oh shit- ah~" Peter breathed out as he was slowly picking up the pace of fucking himself on his dildo. His thoughts wandered, his mind only thinking about what it would be like if it was Y/N's cock, long and thick, thrusting deep inside of him. He closed his eyes as he started bouncing on it more and more, unable to suppress his needy moans. He couldn't stop himself. He was thrusting the dildo deeper inside of him, moaning from the painful enjoyment as his hole was starting to get bigger and sloppier. "Ugh-Ah Y/N~" Peter moaned again as he continued bouncing himself towards the dildo deeper and deeper, his hands were on his nipples as he was playing with them, just making him moan more and more, god knows how the bed is still okay after his hard and fast bounces from his legs.

"Hey Petey I wanted to te-" Y/N said as he barged through the door,not noticing the moans that left from Peter's mouth until he entered and heart them himself.Peter opened his eyes and seeing someone who he did not expect to see, his boyfriend , the person he is just fantasising is Infront of him and indeed shocked. Peter pulled out the dildo as his hole was gaped opened, his rose revealed and his hole opened as it was very much to add sloppy and wet. "I-" Y/N said with a shocked face as he couldn't say a thing, his eyes were on his boyfriends hole and body. Peter stayed in the bed as he was panting not knowing what to do now.

1 Hour ago:

"Okay so we're here" Y/N said with a smile as he was holding Peter's hands "Thank you for coming with me" Peter said as they both stood Infront of his and aunt May house/apartment "Don't mention it Petey, you know I will always do anything for you!" Peter blushed as Y/N finished his sentence, Y/N and Peter let go of their hands now no longer holding their hands "Okay Petey, love you but I need to go" Y/N said as with a smile again and started to walk out but then he felt a hand stopping him "Wait!" Peter said as he held Y/N's hand "What is it?" Y/N asked with a smile and confused voice "Just...That!" Peter said and put his lips on Y/N's mouth and kissed him, the kiss continued for 2 minutes but then aunt May opened the door "Hey boys-Oh, Sorry!" She said as she entered inside again, giving them privacy as they both let go "Okay..I think now it really is time to go!" Y/N said with with a smile while they both chuckled as they both smiled and looked at each other.

Present:

Peter looked at Y/N and thought that maybe that was finally his moment and he should use it while he can, Peter shot a web on Y/N's chest and snatched male reader towards him, Y/N landed in the bed next to Peter who started to kiss him, he let his tongue inside Y/N's mouth as Y/N didn't expect that, Y/N followed and did the same after 1 minute. Peter put one of his arms on Y/N's face while the other one was on his tight , Peter finally let go of the kiss as he placed his hand on Y/N's place and went straight for the zipper. "W-Wait Pete..you know I am a virgin" Y/N said with a shaky voice as he was still shocked and now nervous from Peter's actions "Well you know..it's time to change that" Peter said with a smirk as he started to unzip Y/N's pants "Wait!" Y/N shout as his cock was now revealed "I knew you were big..but not that big Y/N" Peter said with a smirk as his hands touched Y/N's cock, Y/N cock leaked out pre-cum from Peter's touch which made Peter blush and smirk more and was now more than ready for his next step, he looked at Y/N eye's and put his tongue on his tip which made him leak more pre-cum.

"Ahh-Pete..W-augh~" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's mouth on his cock, Peter started moving his head up and down, Peter was taking Y/N's cock fully inside his mouth, gagging on his cock as he moved his head up and down but that didn't stop him. Peter had the majority of Y/n's cock in his mouth, sucking him off at a rhythmic pace. His hand was around the base, jerking the other off. Peter only wanted for Y/n to be sent over the edge, so he did his best - adding to the pleasure with his hand in compensation for what he couldn't fit in his mouth. His eyes rolled as he continued to gag on Y/N's cock as Y/N moans didn't stop, Peter stopped at the deepest he could, gagging himself as his eyes rolled again as he could feel Y/N's cock in his throat, Peter let go with the sound of a 'pop' and started panting, breathing for air as he looked at Y/N who was also panting and all red from blushing.

"You know Y/N.." Peter said as he was still breathing for air "for a virgin...you last long" he said with a smirk as he got on top of Y/N "guess we're going the next way, the one I've always wanted.." Peter said with a smirk as he could feel Y/N's cock touching his asshole, he looked at Y/N and said "you will fill so much better Y/N..just let my hole handle it.." with a smirk and entered himself on Y/N's cock "Oh-F-Oh, shit!" he moaned as he felt Y/N's cock inside of him,opening his hole "Pete-Oh my gosh!" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's walls around his cock. His tight hole was easily starting to open as Peter started sliding even more thanks to his sloppy hole "Fuck Y/N, you're wrecking me!~" Peter said as he finally took Y/N's cock fully inside of him, which made his eyes wide for a second as he gasped , feeling Y/N cock fully inside of him was something he always wanted and now he has it. Peter fastly started fucking himself on Y/N's cock , not giving a second to be wasted as he wanted Y/N to cum inside of him "Fuck Y/N! You're destroying my pussy!~" Peter moaned as he looked at Y/N who couldn't even move as he was all red, blushing from the situation as he sees his nerdy cute adorable strong boyfriend fucking himself on his own cock, losing his virginity. Peter started thrusting himself on Y/N's cock faster which made his eyes roll from the enjoyment "Fuck-Ah, fuuuuuck my boy cunt is getting so wrecked!~" Peter said as he started losing his mind "Pete w-wait I feel like I am going to cum!" "Then cum inside of me Y/N, cum inside my boy pussy and make it a mess!~" Peter said as he was thrusting faster, moaning so much that probably his neighbours could hear him "FUCK MEE Y/N! DESTROY MY CUNT AND FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!~" Peter loudly said with moans "Wai-No Pete..I-i am cumming!~" Y/N said as he finally Y/N came inside of Peter who's eyes rolled as he stopped thrusting "finally..I got your cum inside of me" Peter said with a smile as he pulled out of Y/N's cock, his asshole was gaped even more than before as his rose came out for a second, Peter looked at his hole which was gaped as his rose was out and then slapped it which made the rose go back inside of his gaped asshole, cum falling out of his hole, dripping Y/N's cum out as Peter smirked and looked at Y/N "you destroyed me N/N..and it was so so so good.."

[summerjameslove]

Would you pull out?

[kamwashere]

was having a good day then i remembered that if ever we do have a spideypool live action film, it would most likely be tom holland as spidey

[rodolfoparras]

Pillow talk

Pairing: FTM! Peter B. Parker x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, emotional infidelity, cheating kink, pillow humping, masturbation, oral sex, Peter has a size kink, Peter being a bit of a pervert

A/n: as always pls excuse any mistakes I tried a new writing style here, also if you want you can listen to More Than Friends by Isabel LaRosa while reading this since it’s heavily inspired by it!

A tired sigh escapes Peter’s lips as his bones bleed into the sheets. The window’s cracked ajar, allowing cold autumn air to mingle with the smell of MJ’s perfume that’s lingering around in the room.

He’s stripped down to nothing but his tattered pink robe, searing skin exposed to the chilly sensation emitting from his wedding ring as it trails along the length of his body.

For the first time in a while Peter’s gotten some time alone.

MJ has taken Mayday for the day and left so that Peter could have the house to himself, claiming he’d been pent up for a while and supposedly needed a break.

Peter hadn’t argued against it but had instead taken the offer with grace since it’s true that he has been feeling pent up but not for the reason MJ thinks. Peter’s sure that if she knew the reason behind his recent behaviors she wouldn’t be so willing to help him.

For the last couple of weeks Peter’s been plagued with the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor, not his next door neighbor because that man is a menace and Peter’s pretty sure the hate’s mutual.

Instead he’s come to the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor on the floor below him, that neighbor being you.

At first he was sure that he hated you since you made his spider senses tingle, well at least that’s what he thought it was.

He’d first met you at a neighborhood block party. You had recently moved in or so he had heard and were more than eager to get acquainted with the neighbors for whatever reason.

You were lounging around in a lawn chair when he had first arrived with MJ and Mayday.

The poor thing threatened to give out under your weight but you paid it no mind as you entertained a conversation with a neighbor and nourished a beer in your hand.

When you rose to greet him, Peter noticed that you were a whole head taller than him so it was no wonder that you made his spider senses tingle.

He tried his best to ignore you but even when he couldn’t see you, he could smell you since you wore this stupid cologne that smelled stronger than anything MJ’s ever worn before and because of that he could always tell when you were lingering around.

If he thought that smelling and seeing you was bad then touching you was something else.

He’d purposely opted out of a handshake when you first greeted each other but that didn’t save his spider sense from going into overdrive after having your knees knock together while you were sat at the same table or having your elbows brush against each other while scooping up leftovers.

However even though you made his spider sense go off, Peter had quickly realized that you weren’t a threat, at least not a dangerous one.

You were friendly and always made sure to spark up a conversation with him, even when you'd be in a rush to something.

You’d go out your way to bring him any of his mail or packages that happened to be misplaced.

Hell you'd even baby sat Mayday a handful of times so it was safe to say you weren’t a threat. But for whatever reason Peter couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.

Especially after hearing your ever so polite voice protruding through his thin bedroom walls, your dirty words squeezing between his and Mj’s hushed conversations. Or seeing the way you basically engulfed whoever was in your arms but unlike the lawn chair they seemed to thrive from being in your embrace. And escaping the smell of your cologne turned out to be a hard feat since every other day someone would be prancing around in one of your shirts dozed in the smell of it.

He doesn’t even remember when he started making sure that he’d be the one to pick Mayday up from your house, just to see whatever lounge wear you’d be prancing around in that day and the bit of skin that always seemed to show through it.

He doesn’t remember when he started hoping that the mailman would misplace yet another letter or package just so that he could feel your calloused fingertips brushing against his as you handed him something.

He doesn’t even remember when he started biting his tongue just so he wouldn’t ask you who he had seen standing outside your door the previous night.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He has MJ and he has Mayday and as far as he knows he’s happy. He’s just pent up, like MJ had said.

It’s not like Peter and MJ don’t have sex. It’s just that she doesn’t do it for him, at least not anymore.

Every time they get intimate he’d have to fake an orgasm or jerk off after she’d gone to bed. Lately he’s even had to pretend to be asleep every time she tried to initiate something because he simply wasn’t up for it.

So he’d find other ways to entertain himself and one of the ways being with inappropriate thoughts of his neighbor.

And things kind of escalate from there not in the literal sense since you’re so fucking polite, wont even look at him twice, keeping a respectful distance to a man who has a kid and a wife.

But God Peter wishes that you did, so much so he imagines you pinning him to the bed, hip to hip, chest to chest, those strong arms and thighs caging him into the mattress

The tattered robe wrapped around his frame doesn’t compare to the way your body would feel on top of his. But he keeps it on anyway, closes his eyes and pretends that the hand leisurely dragging across his limbs is your body pushing down onto his.

He imagines the way your lips would slot together, hot breath washing over his cheek as you whisper dirty words to him.

A thumb finds his lips, teasingly tugging and taunting at the bottom lip. It feels nothing like your calloused fingertips but his tongue peaks past his lips, tasting the salty skin before sinking down on it.

He imagines how you’d tease and taunt him in that polite voice of yours that managed to whisper such dirty words, how you’d mock him for wanting to be fucked like a bitch in heat despite the wedding band digging into his skin, maybe you’d force him to say it just so that he hears it from his own lips or so that the whole neighborhood can hear how desperate he is.

He imagines you straddling his waist grinding into him while wearing nothing but your boxers, teasing him to point where he’s soaking through his own pair of underwear.

A hand slides down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his happy trail, only to stop at the fringe of curls atop of his cunt, tugging and taunting til he’s all worked up.

He imagines your long fingers thrusting into him , or making him finger himself while wearing his wedding band, prepping himself to be fucked by someone other than his spouse.

And God he’s already so wet, fingers easily coating in his arousal as he trails them up his cunt, and in that very moment he can't help but think how MJ never gets him like this.

But his fingers are not enough- this little fantasy of his is not enough but you’re too good to do anything about it so he rolls onto his stomach before propping the pillow between his legs, pretending it’s your face.

He imagines the bed creaking under your shared weight, and the way the smell of your cologne would engulf his senses. He imagines the way your calloused fingertips would sink into the supple skin of his thighs and the way your ever so polite voice would sound as you command him to properly sit down.

He starts moving slowly, rolling his hips cautiously, imagining the way your tongue would experimentally delve through his folds.

The pillow slides in between his folds, coarse fabric creating a steady pressure onto his engorged numb, not enough to overwhelm his senses but enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through his body every time he moves his hips.

He imagines you wanting to take your time with him wanting to taste him, tongue licking a strip along his cunt up to his puffy clit where you’d continue to tease him until he’s begging and urging you to hurry before someone can find the two of you like this.

But you wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t care if anyone were to find you like this, hand slapping his ass in warning before you continued to do as you pleased.

His hand cups the globe of his cheek, much like the way you’d do it if you were with him, except his fingers feel nothing like yours. But the cold sensation from his ring as it slaps his searing skin sends sparks of pleasure coursing through his entire body and for one second it almost feels like you’re actually there with him.

The coarse fabric of the pillow case reminds him so much of your stubble and it’s so wrong but feels so right - the thought of being fucked by someone other than his wife as huffs and pants escape his lips, hips moving faster as he wanders back to his fantasy.

He imagines you having him so worked up to the point where Peter’s long forgotten about the fact that someone can just walk in on you two because the bed’s creaking and he’s loudly begging and pleading for you to stop teasing.

Eventually you'd take pity on him, showing him mercy by properly latching onto his puffy clit, eagerly suckling on it before tonguing his hole.

He adjusts his hips, and the angle in which the pillow hits his clit changes slightly, and intensifies the sensation along with it.

“Oh- oh fuck!” He squeals out, toes curling as he throws his head back.

He imagines the way you’d easily have him teetering on the edge of his release with Peter begging and pleading for you to let him finish.

He can almost taste it, can hear the Squelching sounds mingling with the sound of needy noises escaping his lips. He can even smell his arousal: strong and heady, knowing he’s probably stained the pillow under him and will need to wash it before MJ comes back but for now he can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s so close, needs just a bit more -and that’s when he picks up on the sound of your footsteps walking up the stairs, smells the scent of your cologne bleeding into the air.

You must be on your way to his apartment to bring yet another misplaced package.

And Peter knows it’s wrong but it feels so right, feels himself tip over the edge as you read what’s written on the parcel, out loud

“To Peter B. Parker, please handle with care”

[mel-kusanagi]

real hot girl shi~ 😜

finished sketches of peter b slaying in lyla's outfit thanks to lyla herself. had a lot fun sketching these vjfvhvhjhd

[invalidname19]

Miguel bottomed with no prep or lube on top of a mountain in the middle of winter /cannon

Their just fisting y’all 😒

[marrziy]

Cronograma do puteiro!!!

esses são pedidos daqui e do Wattpad. O plano é escrever e postar nessa ordem (as chances de subir ou descer alguns são grandes)

IMAGINE HOT JJ Maybank (3x)

IMAGINE HOT Nate Jacobs

IMAGINE HOT Adam Warlock

IMAGINE HOT Peter Parker (tom)

IMAGINE HOT Sam Winchester

IMAGINE HOT Patrick Bateman

IMAGINE HOT Billy Bruto x leitor trans

Tô doentinho, então calmô! O prostíbulo vai demorar um pouquinho pra abrir

[n0cturna1-m3]

Tender Kisses | Bottom Peter Parker x Top Male Reader

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Popping Peter's cherry <3"

Warnings; Kissing, like LOTS of kissing, Peter is trans, oral fixation reader, Peter doesn't have bottom surgery but it could be read that way, cunnilingus, verbal consent, condoms, implied aftercare, maybe a little overstimulation if u squint.

Synopsis; Watching a movie turns into something much hotter.

A/N; I said I wouldn't write but the inspiration was flowing to get this finished. my friend Lee is responsible for the ftm peter parker headcanon, so you can thank him

ALSO, this is COMIC peter parker, who is his mid to late 20s.

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Peter’s eyes flickered over the TV screen to take in every detail of the movie he and his boyfriend were watching. The third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was playing, and Peter was leaning against Y/N's side, his arm wrapped around him while he shovelled popcorn into his mouth.

Y/N glanced over at Peter, staring at his face and messy hair. The scene on the TV was dark and blueish, illuminating his soft features and dramatising the shadows of his face. He looked stunning. Y/N’s heart swelled with adoration and gratitude that he had the privilege to date such a handsome man. He leaned in and kissed his cheek, receiving no reaction as he was too enthralled in the movie. He huffed and began peppering kisses on his face and neck, turning his body to face the other man and hugging him close to his body.

“Hey, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he complained, pushing Y/N’s face away with his hand.

“Mmm…” Y/N hummed, burying his face in Peter’s neck. “I don’t care,” he said before kissing the soft skin and trailing up his neck and biting his ear.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” he muttered. He turned his head to the kiss Y/N, the latter humming into it. He reached up and cupped Peter’s jaw, pulling his face closer and tilting his head to avoid bumping noses.

Peter placed a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, the other wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He smiled against Y/N when he began pushing him back against the sofa, one hand supporting his weight while the other planted itself on Peter’s waist.

“Why are you smiling?” Y/N asked after pulling off Peter’s lips, leaving only a few inches between them. Peter laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck.

“It’s nothing. I just think it’s cute that you’re desperate,” he teased, pecking Y/N’s lips as he made a shocked face.

“How dare you!” he gasped. Peter giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, one that Y/N happily reciprocated. Peter moved one of his legs under Y/N so Y/N could lay between them, loosely draping them around his hips.

Peter’s breath began running short as their lips moved together, his face red and hot. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder twice, the latter pulling off him instantly. Peter swallowed down a few breaths of air before pulling Y/N down again.

He made a noise that was a mix of a grunt and a moan when Y/N ran his tongue along his lips, the brunette eagerly parting them and meeting Y/N’s tongue with his own. Peter shoved his hand under the collar of Y/N’s shirt, placing it flat on his back and running it down his spine, feeling the grooves of his bones and muscle under his fingertips.

In turn, Y/N moved his hand from Peter’s waist down his torso to slip it underneath his baggy T-shirt. His skin was warm beneath Y/N’s cool fingers, and it sent a shiver up his spine. Goosebumps crept up his skin as Y/N’s hand ghosted over his stomach.

“That tickles,” he whispered after pulling away. Y/N smiled softly and moved to kiss his neck. “And your hands are cold.”

Y/N traced his fingers up Peter’s torso, soaking in the sweet, shaky sighs that left his boyfriend’s mouth as he littered kisses along his neck. Peter turned his head to the side to allow him more room for the gentle nips and wet kisses he left as he moved further down his throat. His eyes met the TV screen and he paused.

“Wait,” Peter said, slowly becoming enthralled with the movie once more. Y/N pulled back immediately, sitting up and looking down at Peter.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.

“I like this scene.”

Y/N grumbled and pinched Peter’s hip, grinning when he yelped.

“What was that for?”

“You’re a tease,” Y/N said before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Peter laughed before saying, “I am not!”

Y/N sighed dramatically and went limp, resting his entire weight on Peter.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Peter groaned. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smiled at him, the latter returning it with just as much affection. His eyes crinkled from how hard he was smiling, and his cheeks almost hurt from it.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter leaned up to kiss him, pressing their lips together carefully. He sighed with contentment as Y/N shifted, tilting his head and moving one of his hands to hold Peter’s.

Peter’s face slowly began heating up, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks and travelling throughout his body. He pulled back for a moment and scrambled to find the remote as Y/N latched his lips on his neck and began kissing the skin. He paused the movie and grabbed Y/N's face again to redirect him to his lips, tilting his head before sliding his tongue against Y/N’s.

Rapid breaths escaped through his nose as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N let one of his hands wander down Peter’s body, eventually resting on his groyne over his pyjama bottoms. Peter sighed and raised his hips to force Y/N to put more pressure on his sex, before letting out a deep moan.

Y/N moved to slide his hand under his pants, slipping two fingers in between Peter’s folds, erection growing at the loud whine that tore from his throat.

“Fuck,” Peter gasped after pulling away from him “Bedroom.”

Y/N nodded and removed himself from Peter, standing from the couch and extending his hand to help the brunette up. He took it and pecked Y/N's lips before rushing to their shared bedroom with Y/N following him closely. He grabbed Peter’s hip and turned him around, cupping his jaw and tilting his head to kiss him easier.

Slowly Y/N backed him up to the edge of the bed before pushing him against it. Peter allowed Y/N to move him up the bed, laying right in the middle with his head propped up on one of the pillows. He reached up and grabbed the back of Y/N's neck, pulling him down and pressing their lips together quickly before moving to suck a hickey onto the skin on his throat.

Y/N groaned before asking, “How far do you wanna go this time, Pete?”

Peter let his head fall back against the pillow and examined Y/N's features for a moment.

“I want it all,” he said quietly. Y/N stared for a long minute before nodding.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

They kissed again, this time slower, more tender. Somehow filled with more love than before, if that was even possible. He moved to kiss Peter’s jaw before trailing down his neck and running his hands up under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head with Peter's assistance. Y/N felt eager to continue, almost tempted to rush through to get to his favourite part quicker, but he wanted this to be special for Peter. So instead he caressed his sides and kissed down his body, occasionally flattening his tongue against Peter’s skin and dragging it up.

Whenever Peter shivered, his muscles would flex beautifully. His toned torso, smooth with a few scars littered around, jolted when Y/N nipped at his pecs, lightly taking the flesh between his teeth before licking the spot.

Peter's heart was beating out of his chest as he watched Y/N sit up and pull off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before shuffling out of his sweats. Peter glanced at the bulge in his lover's underwear for a moment before turning his attention back to his face. He tugged off Peter’s underwear with his pyjama pants in one motion before placing his hands in between Peter’s thighs and spreading his legs.

The anticipation and anxiety mixed with recent actions brewed arousal within Peter's mind, his facial expression putting his thoughts on full display.

“Fuck, you’re so handsome,” he said. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he was caught off guard by Y/N dipping his head down between his legs and running his tongue along his sex. He choked at the feeling and moved one hand to hold Y/N’s hair.

Y/N slipped his tongue between his folds before sucking on his sensitive bundle of nerves lightly. He moaned and pushed up into Y/N’s mouth in desperation, the latter responding by pushing two fingers inside of his warm cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned breathily. Y/N lapped at his cunt hungrily, pushing his mouth onto him further.

The wet smacking of Y/N eating him out filled Peter with embarrassment, causing him to bite his bottom lip and cover his eyes with the back of his forearm as he moaned and gripped the blanket under him.

It sounded so wet, almost unbearably so for Peter.

“Fuck, hold on,” he said, pushing at Y/N’s head. He popped up with an already-soaked face and pulled his fingers out, resting his hand on his thighs. “Music, can we put some on? The sound is too embarrassing..”

“Of course,” Y/N said, leaning down and pecking his lips.

“God, you’re already a mess,” Peter groaned, taking his hand and wiping Y/N’s chin. He smiled and took Peter’s hand in his own before placing a kiss on his palm.

“I love eating you out,” he said, grinning at how Peter’s cheeks flushed even further.

He shuffled off the bed and walked to the dresser, pressing a button on the top of a speaker and holding it until it beeped to life. He moved to his discarded sweats, picking them up and fishing his phone out of his pocket. When he unlocked it, the speaker beeped again. Y/N walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, handing his phone to Peter and letting him open Spotify to find a playlist he liked while Y/N settled between his legs again.

Y/N wrapped his arms under Peter’s thighs and held his hips in each hand, squeezing gently while looking up at him.

“Okay,” he said as the music began to play and he adjusted the volume before placing it on the side table. “I’m ready.”

Y/N smiled and lowered his head between Peter’s legs once more, this time dipping his tongue into his hole and pushing his nose against his dick. He licked Peter open, inside and out while purposefully rubbing his nose on his sensitive cock for extra stimulation.

Peter propped himself up on one of his forearms and moved his other hand to tangle into Y/N’s hair, pulling him into his cunt farther.

Glancing up, Y/N met Peter’s brown eyes, a beautiful light brown that gleamed like honey in the sun. He pulled out his tongue and ran his tongue flat up teasingly, causing Peter to take his lip between his teeth once more.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cock before grazing his teeth down his cunt and shoving his tongue back inside of him. Peter let out a raspy moan from it all and tugged at Y/N’s hair, sharp pants and moans escaping him as he watched Y/N eat him out fervently.

“Oh shit, I’m so close,” Peter whined, furrowing his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N looked up at him, sloppily fucking him open with his tongue. Y/N moaned when he saw Peter’s debauched face.

His jaw was slack, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, and his face red up to his ears. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his hair pushed back and out of his face.

Peter moaned and bit his lip again as he came, his insides clamping around Y/N’s tongue so hard he could barely move it, but he managed, sliding his tongue inside of him to help him ride it out.

Carefully, Y/N pulled himself off of Peter before pressing kisses to his thighs.

“One more?” he asked, giving Peter his best puppy eyes. Peter sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, then put it in,” Peter said. Y/N smiled and nipped his inner thigh with his teeth before returning to his groyne, latching his lips on his cock and sucking gently.

Y/N placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders, allowing him to squeeze his head between his strong thighs. He slid his hand from his waist to between his thighs, pressing two fingers into him.

He flicked his tongue over his cock while fucking him with his fingers, curling them against his sweet spot while dragging them out before pushing them back in and repeating the process.

Peter moaned and bit his hand to quiet himself, the other having abandoned Y/N’s hair in favour of digging his fingers into the blanket. Y/N hummed with Peter’s dick in his mouth, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

He pushed a third finger into him, a breathy sigh leaving Peter through his teeth, all the while Y/N continued fingering him while licking and sucking on his dick.

Even with the music the obscenely lewd squelching and slurping from how wet Peter was still filling the room. He was slick with arousal, and the pleasure building up for another orgasm rapidly made him evewetter.

“I’m gonna come,” Peter moaned breathily. His hands grabbed at the blanket and pillow under him, toes curling and digging his heels into Y/N’s back. “Oh, god!”

His entire body jolted and shook when he came, hips stuttering up from his intense orgasm. Low moans spilled past his kissed-red lips.

Y/N rubbed the soft spot inside him tenderly before removing his fingers entirely, running his tongue in between his folds once more before planting a kiss on his sensitive cock and sitting up.

Peter looked up at him with glassy eyes, legs having fallen to either side of Y/N and his hands lax. Y/N raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact. It was horribly embarrassing for Peter, but it also left him throbbing, aching for more.

Fuck, he was so handsome looming over him.

Leaning down, Y/N pressed their lips together, letting his tongue meet Peter’s. He could taste himself on Y/N’s tongue, but it didn’t bother him. It made Peter feel happy knowing that he enjoyed pleasing him.

Y/N reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, removing himself from Peter briefly to peer into it in search of a condom and lubricant.

“Got it!” he said, turning back to Peter and smiling. He set the lube beside him and sat on his knees. Fumbling out of his boxers, Peter eyed Y/N’s erection as it sprung free from its confinements, the head shiny with pre-come, the perfect length and girth.

Peter watched as Y/N ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his cock before picking up the lube and pouring a generous amount into his palm. He tossed it aside and spread the liquid on his dick evenly, moaning softly with every jerk of his hand.

He scooted forward and held the base in one hand and Peter’s thigh in the other before lining the head up with Peter’s hole.

“You're sure about this?” Y/N asked. Peter nodded.

“Fuck, yes. I want you,” he said. He grabbed at the blanket again but moved to hold Y/N’s hand with the other. “I want you so bad.”

Y/N swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth and nodded, whispering an ‘okay’ before he began pushing inside. Peter hummed at the stretch and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

He stopped about halfway to allow him to adjust, examining his features with a mix of worry and excitement. He let go of his dick and moved to hold himself above Peter, resting on his forearm and wrapping his hand under Peter to hold his shoulder. Peter wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck and leaned up to kiss him. A soft, tender kiss with caution and affection. Adoration.

Y/N rolled his hips forward experimentally to gauge Peter’s reaction, being met with the sweetest moan he had ever heard.

“You sound so fucking secy,” Y/N murmured against Peter’s lips before kissing him again.

He fucked into him slowly, not wanting to cause his boyfriend any pain, but it was shot down suddenly when Peter pulled Y/N off his face and gasped air into his lungs.

“I said I wanted you,” he said, holding the base of his neck. “I want all of you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and he whined, a desperate sound that Peter had never heard before. But fuck, was it cute. He buried his face in Peter’s neck and let go of his hand, instead placing it on the lowest part of the back of Peter's thigh and pushing it up to his chest, letting the other stay wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so flexible,” Y/N commented before shoving his cock into Peter. A moan elicited from him, and he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s back to hold onto him.

This was much different than how cautious he had been in the beginning. It turned Peter on more than he would like to admit.

He dug his fingers into Y/N’s back, moaning and tightening around his cock when it would hit a particularly good spot as it dragged inside him.

Y/N kissed Peter’s neck before sitting up and adjusted their position. He slung Peter’s legs over his shoulders and sat up on his knees, pulling the other man’s lower half up with him. He held his asscheek in one hand, the other running up his chest, brushing his thumb against his nipple before returning and holding his hip.

When he started moving again, Peter nearly screamed. Y/N’s cock pounded into his sweet spot consistently from this position. Lube and slick dripped out of him and down Y/N’s balls causing a wet slapping sound that accompanied skin-meeting-skin.

Y/N’s eyes were glued to where they were connected. His face was hot, and his body felt as if it were on fire. Peter was just as warm, and he enveloped Y/N as if they were made to be together like this.

Peter was close to coming. Y/N could feel it from how his stomach heaved and tensed, and from how his cunt convulsed around him.

No words left his mouth, only a slew of moans and curses as he approached orgasm. Y/N wasn't too far behind him, either. His cock was begging to come, to spill inside the latex condom.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned, keeping his pace consistent. “I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

Peter choked out a whiney moan and nodded rapidly, reaching up for Y/N who immediately leaned down to kiss him. It was sloppy this time. Fueled by desperation and pleasure.

Their teeth clashed together, lips moulding together. It could be described as hunger, but perhaps lust would be more appropriate.

Y/N was the first to come, slowing down slightly but continuing despite his overstimulation. He reached down to rub Peter’s cock, the latter following in his steps and coming hard.

The kissing ceased. Instead their mouths hung open, swallowing air against each other's lips. Y/N slowly pulled out and pulled off the condom, tying a knot and tossing it in the garbage can beside the dresser. Peter was still laying in his lap, but his legs were spread beside Y/N.

He leaned down and kissed him again, chaste and slow but full of love. He laced his fingers in Peter’s brown hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter's eyes met his and he smiled warmly.

“I love you too.”

Y/N smiled and kissed him again before sitting up and getting off the bed, stumbling slightly when he stood.

“I’ll run a bath, okay?”

Peter just hummed and nodded, turning on his side and hiking his leg up while wrapping his arms around a pillow and shutting his eyes. He almost felt more tired than when he came home from his Spider-Man activities.

He could nap until Y/N comes and gets him, right?

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Spider Dads x Reader N/SFW 🔞

Bottom Miguel, Reader. Top Peter B. Parker

Part. 2   Part. 3

Peter B. and you have decided that your mission, your priority, your whole sole purpose is to completely RUIN your boyfriend: Miguel O'hara.  

Yeah, you two like to tease and joke around the big boss at working hours, gaining a scoff or a very angry red stare.  

But at closed doors, those scoffs become whines and moans, and those red eyes soften, begging.  

You two get very creative.  

Its so much easier when the boss man is touch starved and will melt with the simplest of touches.

There have been ropes, many and very sturdy so to actually restrain him, for when in your words: he has been a brat to the youngsters.  

You two take your sweet time punishing him, making him watch as Peter fucks you sweetly or to take it even further, fucking over your restrained and whining boyfriend.  

Miguel becomes specially whiny when you do this; He is forced to watch, hear, smell how good you two are feeling at his expense, so close he can taste you both but oh so far at the same time.  

"Please-!" He begs, squirming so much that the ropes dig further into his skin, there will be probably be red marks tomorrow, nothing his suit cant hide.  

"Be good Miggy" Peter grunts as he deeps inside you making scream. "Dont you want to be a good boy for us?" Miguel cant see him smile but Peter can hear him whimper because yes, Miguel wants to be a good boy for you, he wants you to touch him and make a mess of him.  

There have been other times however where you spoil him rotten.  

You take your sweet time, to kiss, lick, suck and bite every inch of his body, taking notes of the places where he becomes louder or shudder in pleasure.  

"Where does it feel good Miguel?" You ask him, he is a flushed mess, lips parted, not a thought behind his crimson eyes, specially when Peter has him on his mouth. "Are you feeling good baby?"  

And he nods, too gone now to actually speak.  

"You look like you want something, what is it honey?"  

When he talks, his voice is feverish, charged with lust and need.  

"You-You two" It takes all the air from his lungs just to say that as he is already panting.  

Of course, you obligue, he has been such a good boy.  

Not even a moment later, you have him over you, his rock-hard cock bury deep inside you; Its your turn to wail as he rip you open, scratching that itch only him he can.  

His movements are desperate, needy.  

Poor thing has been holding up a lot.

He is panting, whining, calling your name as he hold you tight, your nails digging into his back.

Peter takes a moment to appreaciate you, salivating as he pumps his own cock, ready to join you two.  

"You two look soo good" He says, position himself against Miguel's ass winning a loud sound from the boss "Having fun without me, so mean".  

You giggle between sighs, hands cupping Miguel's face. God, he is such a mess and this is just the appetizer!  

"What do you say Miguelito? You want Petey to join us?"  

He bites his lower lip, shit thats so hot! and nods shyly.  

He gasps in surprise, perhaps pleasure, when Peter smacks his ass. "They asked you a question Miggy" He says in a fake angry tone that you would take seriously if he wasnt grinning so much. He leans against the bigger man, chest agains his back, the tip of his dick pressing lazily against his hole, teasing.  

You can feel him becoming bigger inside you, his muscles tensing in anticipation.  

"Do you want me-" He whispers against Miguel's ear "Or not?"  

It takes nothing to break him, to make him beg and oh,  he always does.  

"Yes!" He practically screams. "Yes! Please Peter!"  

"Yes? Yes what Miggy?" Its almost funny honestly, the change of dynamics. But Peter can help it, teasing Miguel is always rewarding. "What do you want from me?"  

Miguel whines almost forgetting he is fucking you but you dont mind, you are enjoying yourself as much as your boys are.  

"Your cock! Please fuck me!" At this point, pride has being kicked out of his body, he want to be satisfied, NOW.  

Peter cant help but to chuckle, his boyfriend is so cute.  

"Good boy" He says as he rams his dick inside, actually pushing Miguel forward and you with him. Peter's pace is unforgiving, thrusting hard and fast, barely giving Miguel time to adjust.  

"Move big guy" You remind him, mind so screw he might forget where he is. Little by little his speed increases as well as his sounds, so dirty and delicious, so different from the grunts and the cold way he speaks.  

It doesnt take much from there before he is crying: "Im cumming!"  

You can feel your own orgasm building up, he is hitting every senstive and good spot, desperate thursting against you.  

Cupping his head once more, you make him open his pretty red eyes, so foggy by his own lust and you sing the magic words that make him undone.  

"Give it to me papi"

His eyes roll back into his head as he thrust for one last time, spilling his heavy load inside you. You cry along him when your own climax crashes over you, wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure taking over you in what feel like ages. Finally your body gives up, tired and sore, your chest rapidly raising up as you try to catch your breath. 

"Fuuuck" In the foggyness of your mind, you hear Peter and the little moans Miguel is trying to hold because of course, he is still being fucked by him. His pace still as hard and unforgiving. 

Miguel's whole body shivers, still so sensitive from his orgasm, he can barely keep his hips up, slowly lowering into the bed with you. Or at least he tries, because the moment he seems to go completely limp, Peter is right there, grabbing him by the hips, pushing him up and he even deeper than before. You watch, front seat, as Miguel drops his upper body against yours, moaning and crying into your shoulder. You heard the muffled "too much!" and "too sensitive!" as you wrap your arms over him, dipping your face against his messy hair. 

"Almost there baby" You coo, sly smile in your face. "Right Peter?" Peter grunts in response, his hands holding Miguel's hips for dear life, chasing his own climax, mouth spilling sweet words as he isnt ramming Miguel into a new plane of existence with his cock. Miguel calls for him, holding you closer, almost crushing you, when the new orgasm hits him, his cock twitching as a second load spills just into your stomach, feeling just as hot as the one dripping from your own sex. Peter finally cries in pleasure as he finishs inside Miguel and you swear that he takes a long time before he stops. 

When he takes his dick out, Miguel collapses on top of you taking all the air from your lungs in the process. "Are you ok?" Peter aks, equally out of air. You can only give him a thumbs up, too tired to speak. Only when you assure him, you will live, he stops to appreciate his handwork. There are vivid hand marks at each side of Miguel's hip, along with another one from when he spank him; His hole is twitching, pumping out the excess of cum and boy, there's a lot!  

He imagines you are the same, tho your body is concurrently being hidden by the other massive man. You dont bother on asking Miguel if he is alright. The quiet snores and the soft rising of his chest gives you all the answers you need. 

"He felt asleep huh?" Its not a question but a confirmation. As the last man standing, Peter brings water bottles, one for you when you can get out of Miguel's embrace and the other for the man himself, when he wakes up. He sits beside you in the big bed, resting for a moment before he goes out for some wet cloth to wipe you guys. 

Yes, you can say that your mission, your propouse has been fulfilled. 

For today.

[trickstersmagic]

Miguel stay winning 💅

[anarchysmut]

trans!peter b parker has a pussy slapping kink. He desperately needs his pussy slapped in order to have an orgasm. Sure, he can cum without it but it's more intense that way. I'm talking full on spasming, body twitching, pussy squirting and clenching orgasm.

And of course he needs you to slap his leaking cunt, you just make it feel so good. He may be laying on the bed like a pillow prince that he is, taking your cock so well, but feeling his orgasm approaching he'd shyly look you in the eyes and ask "could you please slap my pussy 🥺👉👈". He's a menace. Or! Even better if you do it suddenly. Just fuck him so good he loses his voice then pull out and harsly lend a few slaps on his pussy. Gosh, he'd make the sluttiest face you ever seen. His eyes wide, mouth agape in a silent scream, muscles tensing as he squirts all over the sheets.

Or another scenario where you eat him out, buried deep in his cunt, and peter thinks he can't take it anymore, that he's going to break, and then you just slap his pussy a couple of times, not too rough but with enough strength to make his eyes roll to the back of his scull, and peter does break. Tears well in his eyes, running down his fucked out face, and he desperately tries to back away from your hand yet he doesn't want you to stop and ends up blabbering for you to slap his "slutty cunt so that he squirts all over your face".

Man of my dreams 🥵

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you ❞ [part 1/2]

Peter Parker x male!superhero!reader | break-up, light angst, mentions of nsf(t) stuff, 'nudes' | wc: 2k

masterlist; part1; part 2;

Peter had made sure to erase any traces of (Y/N) from their once-shared apartment. He finds himself tonguing his cheek as he confronts his ex-boyfriend on 'their' rooftop with a naughty Polaroid of (Y/N) in his hands.

Peter regretted even agreeing to spend the night out with Flash. He knew why he had but now he wished he hadn't - if he could, Peter was sure he would punch himself right in the jaw, so he'd experience this spiderweb (hah) of pain that climbed from up his jaw to his temple then and not now. The club he'd gone to was called Highball, nothing at all special other than the fact that Flash got VIP lounge access because of a friend. Peter had mulled over the thought for hours before deciding he needed something other than Grey's Anatomy to take the edge off his breakup. Flash had a whole entourage of friends and Peter mostly nodded his head to the bone-shaking music on the booth seats. He didn't hate the blonde for inviting him out. Sure, he had a somewhat complicated relationship with him, what with him being his high school bully and all. But Flash was just being nice and said something about Peter looking particularly pathetic. I probably look worse now, he thought with a muffled moan. He was hunched over his desk as he squirmed and knocked his knees together. A few concerned classmates glanced back, wondering what kind of drinks he'd gulped down to be this hungover. Sure, the brunette was clumsy, a bit messy too and came off as snarky if the smell of coffee wasn't emitting from the stains on his shirt but he was so studious! This was new. "Mr Parker" his head shot up faster than his headache liked, Peter grimaced and pursed his lips but mumbled out a 'yes, sir?' The professor eyed him apprehensively, was that slight disappointment Peter saw through his squinted eyes? "Your opinion on the current discussion, Mr Parker?" Peter bit back a snappy retort but his eyebrow twitched either way. The man had disturbed him just to ask for his opinion on whatever the fuck he'd been droning on about at 8-fucking-am? "It's uh, it's great, sir" he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose and nodding just slightly. "You...you think the modern-day slave trade is...great?" A few heads turned to stare and Peter's eyes widened. "O-Oh! Oh my God! N-No! Not at all!"

Peter elected to be the last student out of the lecture hall, worrying over his backpack which only had two wire-bound notebooks, stray pens bouncing around, a few crumpled receipts and his web shooters. His professor gave him a pointed look as he approached the front. Peter grinned sheepishly, "I'm sorry I just..." he trailed off. How was it easier to find an excuse for web-slinging than it was for getting drunk? The guilt probably made it harder to lie, he thought. "You have been concerning me as of late, Mr Parker. You show promise. I'm willing to look past your tardiness if you're alert and aware in this class, however, lately" Peter looked at his shoes as he scratched the back of his head. "I know, sir, just been a tough couple of days" his professor arched a brow. "Something to do with Mr (L/N)?" Peter's eyes widened, fist tightening on the strap of his backpack. It's been weeks since the breakup and Peter had taken the liberty of completely cutting-off contact, he'd even emptied their apartment of (Y/N)'s belongings. Hearing his name now felt so taboo. "He's been absent for a while now...after your" he scrunched his face up in pity "...tense, sudden, uhm, distant seating from each other". "Oh God" Peter was now covering his face. Had it been that obvious? A goddamn professor had taken notice! "I'm an old man, seen it all" Peter nodded while still hiding his face "Please don't let this ruin two of my best student's grades". "Yes, sir" he groaned as he walked out of the class.

The only comfort from today was the fact that he only had two lectures. Only one of which he had made a total buffoon out of himself. He'd have enough time to recuperate before it was time for patrol - AKA, nap time. Peter entered the apartment and greeted them aloud. No one answered. He felt stupid as he stood on the threshold of his front door, his grip on the poor doorknob making it squeak in alarm. Peter all but growled as he kicked it close and tossed his backpack on the stupid, lumpy, couch. "Come on, Petey. Lay with me" Peter grits his teeth together as he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. He'd been petty in telling (Y/N) to get all his shit out of the apartment. Hell, he'd even opened all the windows to air out (Y/N)'s scent after a rough fight with Doc Ock which had left him bruised and annoyingly in need of (Y/N)'s tender care. He had no privilege anymore, but he wished he had, he could hear what (Y/N) would've told him. "Shh, I got you taken care of, pretty boy. Don't worry, I'm here, shh" "Fuck" he should have probably taken off the clothes he'd worn to the club - and his lectures - before he fell onto the mattress, but he felt his throat burn with the familiar rise of a sob and he simply turned to his side. "Fuckkk" (Y/N)'s side had that familiar dip, Peter could feel it, and it felt achingly foreign since he never laid on his side. Just an arm or leg tossed over the territory, maybe even his whole body if (Y/N) had gotten him in a pliant enough mood to spread his legs apart. Peter felt as though the dip was heating up in retaliation. Equally as peeved that (Y/N) wasn't there. Where he rightfully belonged, a voice whispered in his head. Peter felt tears slip past his eyelashes and he began sniffling.

The mattress wasn't exactly something he could simply toss out. Being a college student and freelance photographer whilst paying rent for a shitty apartment in New York meant that buying a new one wasn't in his budget. The whole gig as Spiderman didn't exactly pay well. Maybe he was being dramatic, imagining a dip in the mattress had feelings? Wanting to throw it out simply because his ex-boyfriend had slept on that side? He was definitely losing it. But he could do this, he could get over a boy. He had gotten over his previous partners, albeit, they did stay as friends...and they never made him feel as (Y/N) did but he'd gotten over them. For Christ's sake, he's fought against such a fantastical array of supervillains that would rather have him dead and squished on the sidewalk. He could get over a boy. With that thought in mind, Peter peeked open his eyes to stare at (Y/N)'s side of the mattress. The shitty round rattan bedside table (Y/N) had gotten from a sidewalk and refurbished for fun left a dust imprint on the floor that made Peter sigh, he'd need to wipe that away... He paused as he noticed a gleam of white stuck between the floor and mattress, hidden slightly by the bedsheets being bunched up above it. The brunette reached down, thinking nothing of it as he pulled it out. 'Meet me here, Spidey ♡ ' That was (Y/N)'s handwriting. Peter could not not know it from the hours they spent studying together. He turned it to the front and his face erupted in such delicious shades of red he did not know it could even make, it reach all the way up his ears and down his chest. (Y/N)'s vigilante suit was bunched around his hips, skin looking ever so delicious with only the camera flash, moonlight and New York lights washing over him. Peter felt his mouth go dry as he took in every little detail that shitty little Polaroid camera he'd gotten for (Y/N) for Christmas managed to capture. His lips were exposed, teeth slightly covered by a wicked tongue that was mid-lick and one of his eyes were exposed. His mask was lopsided in a way that reminded Peter of the times they'd meet up during patrol to kiss each other until oxygen ran out. "Fuck" Peter didn't need to look at the background to know where (Y/N) was. He knew exactly where the shithead had taken this picture. "Fuckkk" This day could not get any worse.

(Y/N) felt him before he heard him. Call it his spidey senses if you will, but (Y/N) could tell Peter apart from the millions of brunettes on this Earth even if his senses were taken. He'd worshipped that body too much to ever forget it. The usual thwip and thud came but then cool silence. (Y/N) hummed, feigning amusement as he straightened up from his crouched position on the ledge of the building. "Took you long enough, Spidey" "What is it that you want, (vigilante name)?" He turned his head ever so slightly to peer at Spiderman from over his shoulder. Peter gulped at the sight of (Y/N)'s darkened profile. The way the shadows sharpened the planes of his handsome face, his fingers ached to hold him. "Still bitchy?" And suddenly all that aching turned into ash in his mouth as his hands clenched into fists. "I don't have time for this" (Y/N) laughed, so sharp and loud it made Peter flinch. "No time for me but plenty of time for Flash Thompson and his goons?" (Y/N) faced him, taking steps towards him and a part of Peter cursed at himself for not moving back. He stood his ground, glaring at his ex-boyfriend through his mask. "You seriously think you can replace me with him?" (Y/N) sneered. "You seriously stalked me?" Peter said incredulously. A flash of hurt came across (Y/N)'s expression, his eyebrows sloping all pretty and it made Peter equally as hurt as he was angry. "No, I wasn't...I"

(Y/N) was so close, their chests nearly touching. But then he pulled away, arms crossing his chest as he turned to stare at the city instead. "I got worried" Peter swore his brows reached his hairline from that statement but he said nothing, knowing that (Y/N) was chewing on the insides of his cheeks as he tried to find the words to speak. Peter hated that he knew that about (Y/N). "I was an asshole, yelled things I didn't mean in the heat of the moment but I just, I can't sleep without knowing you're okay so I..." he took a breath, shoulders hugging his neck as he let his hands go limp by his side after a loud exhale. "I did some light stalking. Not Edward Cullen shit, I just make sure Spiderman isn't doing something stupid". Peter crossed his arms, watching (Y/N) for a long minute, urging him to continue. "You're usually back by 4 am when it's quiet, no bullshittery brewing. I checked the police scanners, so I know. I checked all the usual crime hotspots too, so I know. I checked if you were home so-" "You knew" Peter finished. (Y/N) swore he couldn't remember what made them fight so badly that he hadn't even fought when Peter told him to get the fuck out of their apartment. All he knew was the hotel mattress he had been sleeping on felt so foreign, uncomfortable, and strangely unclean - despite the hotel being on the higher end. (Y/N) couldn't sleep. Physically could not get his mind to shut up. Too spoiled by Peter's lips on his neck, drowsily sleep-talking, and Peter's arms around him holding him close so he didn't untether into the land of nightmares.

"...How'd you know I was at the club?" Peter scratched the back of his head and (Y/N)'s shoulders droop. His head shook as he chuckled. "Flash, asked me if I wanted to join" "But he knows we-" Peter scoffed as realized. Right. What better way to get your friends to get back together than drinks and dirty dancing? Nice try, Flash, Peter thought. He leaned against the door leading up to the rooftop, watching (Y/N) as he sat on the ledge, still facing each other. (Y/N) leaned on his hands, in the same pose as the Polaroid. Which prompted Peter to tongue his cheek. He reached into the neck area of his suit, mask lifting above his nose in the process, to pull out that goddamn Polaroid. His ex-boyfriend watched, crossed legs opening as Spiderman marched close and shoved it to his face. "Oh". "Oh," Peter mocked. "The 'light' stalking, I can forgive" (Y/N) perked up at that "But nudes?" With his mask partially lifted, (Y/N) could tell that Peter wasn't angry enough to be taken seriously - his lower lip trembles when he's excited. "Partial nude" he defended. "Unwanted partial nude" Peter retorted which made (Y/N) tilt his head as he pushed himself up to stand. Since Spiderman was between his legs as he towered and berated him, as (Y/N) rose, their breaths fanned across Peter's lips. They were closer than before. "Unwanted?" did he have to whisper so seductively? Peter felt his face warming. Peter tensed as (Y/N) pressed forward, their chests now touching. Peter scolded himself for wishing the suits they wore wasn't in the way. "Is that why you haven't tossed it away? Why haven’t you ripped it apart? Because you" his finger ghosted along Peter's sternum and towards his navel, "didn't like it?" Peter's lower lip trembled and (Y/N) fought back a smile as his hands wrapped around Peter's waist and he pulled him in. Closer. So close Peter swore the very air he was breathing was (Y/N)'s. "Never said I didn't like it" Peter whispered, his hands reaching between to cup (Y/N)'s face.

[fiveandknives]

If you do movieverse spideypool and make spidey THolland, im planting a nuke in ur coffee

[rodolfoparras]

I see a lot of ftm Miguel content but what about ftm Peter B

what's ur opinion on that

One More Time

Pairing: FTM! Peter B. Parker x Top! Male Reader

Synopsis: In which both Peter and you learn that one more time doesn’t always mean one more time

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

“One more time”You breathe into Peter’s ears, to which he responds with a whine, legs tighten around your waist as he nuzzles into the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

You don’t know how many times you’ve actually said those words to him. All you know is that it was just so hard to pull away when you’d see his cunt slick with arousal as he takes your fingers or mouth, or the way his thighs and stomach jiggle as he meets your every thrust, or even hair mussed cheeks flushed, looking absolutely fucked out as he agrees to another round- much like the way he does now.

You know he’d safeword if he couldn’t take it but he hadn’t yet, not when you were thrusting three fingers into him, not when he was sitting on your face, not when he was riding your dick and especially not now while you’re murmuring “One more time. Come on, come on, one more, one more please baby” into his ear.

Although he agreed it’s clear that he’s grown tired now, sweat coating his entire body, limbs aching as he does his best to meet your thrusts.

One more time and no more after this you promise yourself.

“Please please please” he slurs out, face scrunched up and head tossing side to side.

“You gonna cum again pretty?” You say under a shaky breath as you continue to thrust into his cunt at a steady pace.

It takes him a moment to respond, words slurred and mind delirious as he takes the onslaught of thrusts.

“Want - ah -want you to cum” he manages to say, nails dragging along the length of your back as he does his best to stray off his own climax.

“No no no you first pretty “ you say before you slot your lips together, feeling yourself inching closer to the edge.

He pulls away and shakes his head, purposely squeezing around you, knowing very well that will send you over the edge.

“Peter” you try to say in warning but it comes out as a drawn out moan.

A shaky hand cups your face and Peter’s voice sound absolutely wrecked and desperate when he says “Please need you to cum please please please”

“Peter!” this time his name comes out in the form a wretched sob, feeling your body going taut, as cum shoots out in hot spurts, and paints his wall.

You gently slide out of him, before you slump onto his chest, taking a moment to catch your breath

“Good?” Peter asks as he caresses your back. You hum out in response still dazed from pleasure.

Just as your breathing mellows out you raise from his embrace and Peter looks at you confused as you slide down to the end of the bed.

“Let me make it up to you “ you say, propping his legs up so that they bend at the knees before slinking your arms around his thighs and spreading them apart for easier access.

“But-“ he tries to say

“Just one more time?” You say eyes wide mouth agape, hot breath washing over his cunt as you wait to see what he’ll say.

“Alright alright okay” he says under a shaky breath, but it quickly turns into a squeak as you dive back between his legs.

One more time and no more after this you say to yourself

[odetodilfs]

Just cause I said Peter in spiderdads is the top doesn’t mean I said he’s the dominant one necessarily… he’s pretty bratty but Miguel shuts him down pretty quick. After Peter fucks both Miguel and himself dumb they’re both submissive, so it’s kind of like a sub on sub where Miguel’s begging is more like demands for Peter