#sub!peter

[havensins]

Fucking Peter parker and using magic to bind his hands together and make him even more sensitive

i love this. and don’t forget to vote on my poll! tw daddy kink !

peter is already sensitive enough without you having to do anything to enhance it, when you use your magic to tease his nipples or press against his erogenous zones, he’s absolutely done for.

having him bound with his arms bended at the elbow and folded against his chest as you fuck him in missionary. big, salty tears are staining his cheeks, his hair is messy on his head and his thighs are quivering where they’re wrapped around your waist.

the way you’re ducking him is harsh and unforgiving, and the sounds that we’re being forced past his lips reflected your actions. “c’mon, talk to me parker… or has every thought in your pretty little mind melted away?” you ask him, leaning down to kiss at his tear stained cheeks.

“‘s soooo much!” he drags out and whines, breathing heavily as his cock pathetically drips with more precum on his stomach. you hum, leaning forward to drape your body over his and frame him with your hands on either sides of his head. you dip down to meld his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as you slow your pace and settle for slow and equally as harsh thrusts.

“you can take it baby, fuck, i know you can,” you murmur as you pull away from his lips. he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes as he stares at you. his dark brown eyes are dilated and hazily clouded with need, you stare back at him as a smirk tugs at your lips.

“you just wanna be good for me, huh love?” you murmur, kissing down his jaw. “yes, yes! w’nna be the best for you,” you whimpers, and you could feel his cock twitch between your stomachs. you grin, slithering a hand between your bodies, to tug at his cock.

he lurches at that, back arching into your chest and hands grasping at nothing where they’re bound to him. “c’mon peter, i w’nna make you feel so good.” you’re grunting and moaning in his ear about how fucking tight he is, and it does nothing to stave off his impending orgasm.

“daddy…” his voice cracks and breaks on the word as he gasps and squeals, spurting his cum into your hand. his eyes roll back and the sight alone as you gripping the sheets as your stomach tightens and you cum into peter. he whines, cock twitching weekly at the feeling of being so utterly used and filled.

[astxroiid]

queen sized bed // mcu!peter parker

❥ one bed, motel after midnight, friends, young love, nsfw/18+, smut with a side of plot. dom!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cream pie. ib: a little death by the neighbourhood.

wc: 2.7k (of pure filth + some fluff at the end)

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You huff, flopping down on the motel bed, still a little frustrated from dealing with the receptionist at the front desk.

He had definitely been more of an asshole than he needed to be. And considering you and Peter have just gotten off a rough mission, you definitely aren’t in the mood to deal with him.

Poor Peter ended up having to step in and diffuse the situation before you decked the concierge. You rub your face, trying to think less angering thoughts.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower,” you announce, while you sit up and start rifling through your black duffel bag.

“Okay, just let me know when you’re in the shower. I wouldn’t want to turn around and catch you naked because of this stupid open floor plan.” yes you would. Peter laughs nervously.

“Sure thing,” you grab the last of your shower supplies and walk through the bathroom archway and begin to strip.

Peter tries his hardest to focus on unpacking his stuff but his ears keep returning to the sounds of items of your clothing hitting the ground. His mind following suit in wandering to you slowly undressing. Revealing more and more of your soft body.

“I’m in now, Pete,” you call, pulling him from the thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having about his best friend and team member.

“Okay,” his voice cracks. Peter mentally face-palms.

He hears the water running and his mind slips back into his thoughts of you; the water cascading down your body, the way the soap will flow from your hair down your spine, or how the body wash would look after you ran it all over your—

Thud. “Shit!”

You dropped a bottle, bringing him back to reality.

Stop thinking about your friend like this, Peter. Be real with yourself, man.

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You finish washing all the soap off your body and reach past the curtain, grabbing your towel and begin drying yourself. Attempting to get as much water off of your person as possible.

Once you’re dry, you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower.

You look up, eyes landing on Peter’s bare back.

He’s looking into the sink while brushing his teeth - wearing only his black sweats that you love so much.

Feeling a wanton throb between your legs and a small burst of confidence - you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Peter continues bushing his teeth while he moves his free hand down to yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You both smile.

It’s clear Peter doesn’t understand the energy you’re trying to set. So, you help him get there a little faster.

You glide the hand he’s not holding down his chest. Using just your middle finger to make a path to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Your finger trails from side to side, following the line of his pants seam, lightly brushing over the small patch of hair that disappears beyond his sweats.

You can feel his breathing faltering and hear his heart pounding in his chest. Though; you’re not sure if that’s due to your ear being pressed to his back or the fact that his heart is just beating that loud.

You let your finger dip just beneath his waistband, loving the way his breath hitches in response.

You keep moving your finger back and forth, teasing the poor boy.

Feeling satisfied with how flustered he is - you back away and Peter tries his best to focus back on brushing his teeth.

“Pete?” You call softly.

He glances up, looking at you through the mirror right as you let your towel drop to the floor. Peter flips his head around to look at you - unobscured by the foggy bathroom mirror.

He lets out a breath, letting his eyes rake over your entire body.

“Well? Are you just gonna stand there and gawk or are you going to come over here and touch me, Parker?” You tease.

“Right,” Peter shakes his head, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and quickly moving to you. He stands tentatively in front of you, unsure of what to do first. He looks down at you questioningly.

You giggle and grab his wrists. “Have you ever done this before?” The question is genuine.

Peter’s face goes red. “Uhm... no," his response barely audible. He tilts his head down in shame.

You smile while you move his hands to your breasts. “That’s okay. Let me teach you.”

His hands gently caress your chest and you let out a soft noise that makes Peter’s knees go weak.

“Please?” He begs, feeling a pull on his groin as you arch your back into him. He massages your breasts, attempting to - and succeeding in getting more noises from you.

He slowly slides his unoccupied hand between your thighs, rubbing between the folds, finding your clit with such ease you have to wonder if he lied about his inexperience.

Any coherent thoughts you had left the moment he pressed his finger into you and started rubbing at an amazing and yet still agonizingly slow pace.

You glide your hands up his arms and to his face. Bringing it down to yours. You kiss him softly, moving your mouth in an easy rhythm for Peter to follow along with.

Peter moves his middle finger to your entrance and pauses for your permission. You grind yourself against his hand, hoping that’s enough of a yes.

He takes it and slides his fingers in with ease, surprised at how wet you already are.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans into your mouth. His sweats tighten as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, lewd noises already making their way out of your mouth.

He’s lost in the feeling of you. It’s all he’s ever wanted and more. Just you and him. Melding together in such a beautiful way.

The hand on your breast moves to your hip where he rubs his thumb over the bone lovingly.

You move one of your hands to the side of his throat as you start to kiss his neck, leaving marks everywhere while grinding your hips back and fourth on his hand.

Pete’s breath leaves him almost completely, knowing anyone could see what you’ve done to him turns him on more than he thinks you could know.

You pull away abruptly. Peter feels as though he's missing a piece of himself as he watches you walk away.

You're at the bed, beckoning Peter over with a finger.

He wastes no time. Quickly walking to you and smashing his lips into yours.

Your hand trails down Peter’s chest and beneath his sweatpants. You massage him through his boxers and he groans into your mouth.

If he hadn’t already told you, it would have been an easy guess that he’s only ever touched himself.

“You’re so responsive,” you tell him as you part from his kiss to catch your breath. “I love it.”

Your hand moves out of his pants to his hair, tugging lightly on the soft brown locks. He groans again.

You smile.

“Lay down on the bed for me?” you ask softly.

He nods his head, eager to oblige any command you give to him.

He spreads out on the bed, propping his head on the pillows and making sure to get exactly how he thinks you want him.

“Good boy.”

Peter can’t explain the pride that swells in his chest at the praise. All he knows is that he’ll do anything to get you to say it again.

You crawl on top of him, straddling his waist as you lean in to kiss his neck again. Peter’s hands grip at the sheets as he attempts to hold himself back.

You move your mouth down to his collar bone, sucking on sensitive spots. You feel peter writhe and moan beneath you

You slowly move down his chest, taking your time the lower you get.

You smile up at him and pull on the elastic with your teeth, releasing it and letting the material pop back down on his skin. You tease him more by lightly trailing your finger around his lower stomach.

Peter makes a strangled noise. “Y/N... please,” he begs breathlessly.

“Please, what, Pete?”

“T-touch me. Please. I don’t think I can take it anymore,” he’s on the verge of whining.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

You pull his sweats down at an agonizingly slow pace, then doing the same with his boxers.Savoring every inch of new skin being revealed to you.

Once Peter’s dick is free, it springs up and lays flat on his stomach.

You feel heat rush to your core, along with a familiar wetness.

You bite your lip and take it in your hand, rubbing your thumb over the head.

Peter’s own head falls back against the pillow as his hips and legs shake.

“I’ve barely touched you, baby,” you note and peter could probably cum just from the sultry tone in your voice.

He whines and grips the sheets.

You use his eyes squeezed shut to your advantage and surprise him with your tongue licking up his cock.

Peter gasps and looks down at you. You smile back as you take him in your mouth, moving your lips all the way down to the hilt.

The noise that comes from the man beneath you is divinity. You to moan around him. His legs shake and he can’t help but thrust into your mouth.

You gag, which only causes him more pleasure and a small mmph noise makes it’s way out of him.

He grabs a light fist full of your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

"y/n, if you keep going I'll finish now," he's out of breath, sweat starting to form on his chest.

"That's the plan," the deep tone and tantalizing wink you give him as go go back down have chills running all across his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter's while lower half convulses and you wrap you mouth back around him, grabbing a handful of his balls.

You wrap your free hand around the base of his cock. "You wanna cum peter?" You slowly pump his cock.

"'Wanna cum inside you... please," he struggles.

"Oh, baby. There's plenty of time for that," Peter feels like his heart is gonna explode from the leisurely pace you're stroking him at. "I'm asking you if you want to cum in my mouth."

He throws his head back and says through gritted teeth; "Fuck... yes, god, please..."

"Yes, what?" You prompt.

Peter's mind swirls with every possible word he could respond with in a matter of milliseconds. And, without thinking, he mistakenly says the one he's only thought about in his most intimate fantasies.

"Yes... mommy."

Fuck.

Peter looks down to see you smiling at him with mischievous grin.

"Mommy?"

His blood runs cold. Fear holing him still.

"I could get used to that," you wrap your mouth around Peter's balls, sucking hard as you go back to pumping his cock. Languid movements driving peter crazy as his mind swirls.

"Uh, fuck. Oh my-- shit, y/n..." he's loud, almost enough to make you worry about any residents in neighboring rooms.

You take your time, moving from sucking his balls to his cock, using any movement necessary to make him feel good. Completely focusing on pleasing the man beneath you. And you're doing an amazing job, you can tell by the noises. The occasional curse word surrounded by your name, blasphemous words, and a lot of whimpering.

He's close. The way his knuckles turn white as he grips the bed sheets. His thighs tightening, muscles flexing. His lips are pressed together and his whole body is stiff.

You bring your mouth down on his dick, taking all of him and squeezing his balls up to his shaft. You bring your pace up as fast as you can, relentless.

"H-holy, oh fuck- y/n."

Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, coating your esophagus in him. You swallow it all, continuing to suck at him until his whole body is shaking violently.

You pull off him with a pop, smiling like the devil.

Peter's out of breath, looking like a shell of a man and yet, so fucking hot. He's covered in sweat, chest, face, and thighs glistening. His cheeks are a rosy red you haven't seen from him before. His chest is heaving for air.

You kiss him so hard it steals any oxygen he might have gotten straight out of him. He grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you harder into him.

He's the one to break the kiss, still attempting to breathe. "You're amazing."

You smile. "C'mere," you lay on your back, pulling him on top of you. He props an arm on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you as you place your arms around his neck.

You wrap your legs around Peter's waist, rubbing your soaked core against his cock. He whines for you in return.

His legs shake at the sensation, due to his sensitivity and a near-feral need for you. You pull away from the kiss, biting your lip.

"Peter," you breathe, almost a moan. "I want you inside me."

Words Peter Parker never believed he'd hear except when dreaming. He feels his cock start to harden again.

You feel it as well. Taking it as a sign to keep on.

"Peter... please," you pull his ear next to your mouth and whisper low; "i wanna feel your cock inside me."

He shudders, fully erect by now. Peter quickly grabs his dick, lining himself up with your entrance, waiting on your consent. He looks at you, the question in his eyes.

"Yes, peter. Fuck me," he needs no more reassurance. He slowly pushes into you, both yours and Peter's legs shaking from the pleasure.

"Ffffuck-" you interrupt yourself with a moan. One that makes Pete's brain go foggy, the only thought being fucking you.

He grabs your hips, expertly sliding himself in and out of you at a pace near divinity. Your mind is wiped of any coherent thought that could've ever been there except for the question of how he is do good at this.

"Fuck, shit. 'So tight." Peter rests his head on your shoulder as he fucks harder into you.

It's beautiful, in the most obscene way. The way your warm bodies are practically glued together, moving in a rhythm only your souls know. The noises flowing from your lips already have Peter rocking on the edge of release, and the groans from him are doing the same to you.

You place your fingernails at the tops of Peter's shoulders, dragging them down his back then around his ribs.

He takes in a breath, shuddering. "Fuck, fuck, y/n. I'm close. So close..."

"Cum inside me, Peter. Please," your walls clench hard around him and the sounds of his whines.

The feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock, mixed with your sounds are the purest form of ecstasy for Peter.

He reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers against your clit and circling fast.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," you moan loud, your whole body tensing as you cum harder than you ever have in your life around Peter's cock.

You look down, seeing you've squirted all over his lower half. Fuck. There's no time to think about it because Peter is following behind you.

He grabs your hips tighter, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Peter cums deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his seed.

The way he looks in this millisecond of a moment will forever stay in your brain. Toned abs covered in sweat and glistening. Chocolate curls a mess, falling in his face. Face towards the sky, screwed up from a pleasure he's never felt before.

The way the light falls around his face illuminates him beautifully. Angelically even.

Peter pulls out of you slowly, both of you too sensitive. He walks to the bathroom, bringing back a damp rag.

"Here," he gently helps clean you up. Afterwards he cleans himself, tossing the rag and putting a new pair of boxers on. He hands you one of his shirts.

"Thank you," you pull the shirt over your head, feeling incredibly loved by Peter. Which prompts you to say; "Peter, I love you."

He smiles and looks so giddy he might float away. He crawls into bed, cuddling up to you. "I love you, too."

This one's been in the works for a while but holy shit, even I'm all hot and bothered from this lmao.

Reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated! Thank y'all for reading!

[iluvmrvel]

peter gets a phone call in the middle of your alone time.

sub!peter parker, dom!male!reader, penetration, bottom peter, crying during sex, begging, public (?) sex, slight hints of humiliation, use of a title (sir).

[ not proofread. all mistakes are mine.]

peter is on his back, legs wrapped loosely around your torso. a small grin is plastered onto your face as you watch peter grip the sheets so tight that they might rip.

the both of you were taking advantage of the only alone time you’d gotten in two weeks, and to say you missed each other would be an understatement.

the slow grind of your hips into his has him moaning out, breathing harshly and closing his eyes tight. he’s begging softly, underneath the incoherent mumbles of his hoarse moaning.

the pleads fall onto deaf ears, you want to hear peter say it. “c’mon parker, tell me what you want,” you urge, pressing into him deeply. “i-“ he begins, although his words are cut off by his phone ringing.

you pause, and peter’s eyes go wide. he groans softly and reaches for his phone, eyes going even wider once he sees the contact. he chews on his bottom lip, hesitating on making a decision.

“go on, peter, answer the phone.” you tell him, using a hand to reach down and tease his neglected cock. he whimpers, mischievousness twinkling within his eyes.

“h-hello?” he calls, pressing the phone to his ear and eyeing you. smiling coyly, you continue your teasing and drag a calloused fingertip up his length. he shivers, still trying to listen to whatever it was tony was telling him.

“yes mr. stark, the documents should be with-“ peter gasps, caught off guard by the abrupt snap of your hips. “i-i’m fine… just- swinging around!” he remedies, glaring at you with no actual intent as you continue fucking into him.

a hand comes up to cup his mouth, and he prays that tony couldn’t hear the squelching sounds of the obscene amount of lube. you speed up, completely ignoring your plan to tease him. you grab hold of his hips, pressing him down into the bed.

he presses mute on his phone, looking up at you as tears wet his eyes. “sir please, i-i can’t,” he pants, thighs quivering around your waist. his pleads fall onto deaf ears, though.

he unmutes himself, “s-sorry, mr. stark,” you hear him apologize and speed up the pace of your hips. he inhales sharply, fighting the moans that want to escape his lips.

he's practically shaking, cock twitching underneath your palm. "i-i'm sorry-!" he apologizes once again, breathing heavily. "we- we'll continue this later, mr. s-stark!" he rushes out, hanging up and tossing his phone to the side.

"what's the matter parker? don't want your boss to hear how slutty you can be after hours?" you mutter, pumping his cock quickly. he sputters, eyes shutting tight.

“only yours,” he drags, “‘m only ‘ur slut,” he whines, body tensing up as he reaches his limit. you groan, head falling forward and dropping. you’re reaching your peak too, and the way peter is clenching round you isn’t helping at all.

he’s pleading by now, begging for permission to cum. “go on pretty boy, let me see you make a mess for me,” you mutter, and he says thank you immediately, strings of the phrase falling from his lips like a prayer.

“sir!” he gasps as his mouth parts in a silent scream, breathing heavily as he cums in quick spurts that cover his lower abdomen and your hand. you’re not far behind him at all. muttering curse after curse, your still inside of him and the tight knot of pleasure erupts within your stomach.

peter sighs at the feeling and whines softly when you pull out. he fades in and out as you tend to cleaning him up, and the next time he comes to completely, he’s laying on you, within fresh sheets.

“you’re evil,” he mutters, groaning softly as he stretches. “oh whatever have i done to deserve that title?” you question, smiling teasingly at the growing pout on his face.

you kiss him softly, hands going to rub his back slowly. “get some rest, spiderboy,” you murmur against him, kissing his forehead.

[donald4spiderman]

ARE YOU BEGGING FOR IT?

sub!peter x fem!reader

tw: d/s dynamics, choking, handjob

masterlist

“C’MON, PETER. STOP WASTING MY TIME.” You huff with feigned impatience, watching your boyfriend grasp at the bedsheets beneath him. Your finger trails lighting up the length of his cock, collecting the slick that trails down to the base.

Peter gasps, breath caught in his throat. He forces it out, painful groans following. “Baby...please.” His voice is rasp and raw, not even persistent swallowing soothes the ache.

“I don’t understand, Petey.” You pout, giggling as you grip his cock tightly, moving your hand up and down slowly. “Tell me what you need.” You whisper as your other palm rubs up and down his chest, settling on his collar bones.

He laces his fingers with yours, gently guiding your soft hand to his throat. You allow him to pry your fingers open, locking them around his neck.

“Squeeze. Please?” He’s good at remembering not to give you orders. You comply with a grin, slowly pressing on the sides of his throat.

“Yes...” Peter sighs, thrusting his cock up into your fist. “God, yes!”

[subbypeterparker]

Crybaby Peter headcannons

[masterlist]

possibly a bad gif choice, but….

Headcannons about crybaby Peter, my love:

- Peter crying while being edged

- complete sucker for denial

- cock all red and painful, your hand or mouth driving him closer to the edge

- tears stream down his face every time he gets edged, and they almost bring him closer to cumming

- he looks so damn irresistible when he cries: eyelashes all wet, eyes red and puffy

- grows frustrated easily, especially when you tease him

- grinding on him in bars and clubs, so close yet so far, considering you can’t fuck him then and there

- wearing tight, see-through clothing around the house, allowing him to see the shape of your ass and tits, and your perky nipples

- he’ll be sniffling and begging within mere seconds

- if you tie him up, or restrain him while you touch yourself is guaranteed to make him cry

- “no, please! i want to touch you, please let me prove myself! just-please i want to taste you, want to feel you!” while tears run down his face

- he loves when you tie him to the bed, and hover your cunt over his face, just out of reach

- he’ll thrust his hips up in anger, crying out for you until you give in, and suffocate him between your thighs

- LOVES when you put mascara on him, line him up in front of a mirror, so he can see himself get on all fours while you pound into him from behind

- black stains his cheeks as you fuck him so fucking hard, he can’t think, just moaning and whining whenever he can

- degradation and impact might be his favourite punishments, because as a result he spends the entire night with tears streaming down his face

- after a night of him crying, he’s still gonna be in subspace for a while, pawing at you to keep you close by

- praises being whispered to him, as well as some time to recover will help him come back, and in no time he’ll be some smiling puddle of boy in your lap

[xoluvx]

cuffs; peter parker

a/n: It's been a while since I've written anything peter parker related and I don't know why but I was in the mood for some sub!peter so enjoy

sub!peter x fem!reader smut; 1.9K

“You okay, baby?” You asked looking down at Peter. He was sitting at the edge of the bed. His hands were on his knees waiting for your instructions. He'd been waiting patiently for a while and beamed when you reappeared in the room. There was a mixture of anticipation and concern. He wasn't sure what you were going to do to him tonight, regardless of this being his idea. He only nodded looking up at you as you caressed his jaw.

"I'll stop when you want me to, okay?" you reassured staring into his eyes making sure he knew you meant that. He nodded again.

"Words, Pete."

"Yes," he responded firmly releasing control of his body. You smiled with satisfaction placing your hands on the rope of your bathrobe.

"Take off your clothes," you instructed and he sat there watching you with big eyes. "Your clothes," you said again pulling at the collar of your robe signaling him to discard every piece of fabric clinging to his body. Peter took his shirt off in a swift movement standing only to remove his pants and socks. You watched him carefully as he sat back down in only his boxers.

"Those too," you smirked and tried hard not to let him see right through you. You were in charge tonight and he wasn't going to be able to figure you out.

Peter blinked before nodding his head tugging at the band of his boxers until they were on the floor. You marveled at his member springing out of the underwear. He was already hard and you didn't know how he did it. How he managed to look so perfect all the time. How his abs looked like they were carved from stone. He looked like a statue. Though he was definitely bigger than any statue you'd ever seen.

"Lay down," you whispered coming closer to him still playing with the knot that was holding your robe together. Peter tried reaching for the hand that was holding the knot, but you swatted it away pushing him down on the bed.

"I'm not playing games, Peter." Your voice was firm as you pinned him down to the bed. "You do as I say or you don't get what you want," your voice was low this time but loud enough for him to hear as your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear. You heard him groan relaxing under your touch.

"Do you understand?" you looked at him now still pinning him down. His arms were outstretched and muscular under your dainty hands. He nodded watching you closely. "Words," you reminded cupping his jaw.

"Yes, I understand." He said feeling his body flush. He was totally naked under you and he still didn't know what you were up to.

"Good," you released his jaw getting off him. You instructed him to move further up the bed as you retrieved something from a stash you'd brought with you when you entered the room earlier. Peter watched you curiously, his eyes widening when he saw the pair of cuffs that were dangling from your index finger.

"Hands up," you instructed motioning for him to lift them towards the headboard. He did as he was told watching the way your breasts moved under the robe. He was undressing you with his eyes, and though you probably should've punished him for that, you let it be.

"Those new?" he asked looking as you cuffed him to the headboard. You were concentrating and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you incredibly sexy right now.

"Don't ruin it," you said not wanting to admit that you'd snuck them from his own superhero stash and they were about to be used for a very different purpose. A better purpose, in your opinion.

When you felt they were secure you stepped away from the bed admiring the way he was laying on the bed. Naked and ready. His eyes watched you, waiting for your next move.

Never taking your eyes off him, you finally undid the knot holding your robe closed around your body. You revealed what was underneath. Absolutely nothing. The robe slid off your shoulders as you cocked your head watching him lift his hips slightly, curling his fingers into a fist.

You ran your hands up your thighs until they were cupping your breasts; you heard Peter groan tracking your every move.

"You okay?" you teased approaching him.

"No," he growled as your fingertips danced on his thigh. "Can you touch me?" he asked and you were caught by surprise. He was actually using his words and you didn't think he'd be so upfront. Especially not used to being in charge, you were usually the one begging.

"I am touching you," you smirked drawing circles with your fingers until they were tracing his abs.

"You know what I mean," he groaned lifting his hips and looking down at his cock. You laughed shaking your head.

"No, I don't touch you until you make me cum." You were surprised by the words coming out of your mouth, but it only drove Peter crazier. He nodded aggressively.

"How can I do that?" he asked.

Without a word, you let yourself onto the bed hovering over him until your legs were at either side of his face. You looked down at him, he didn't question your action. He simply stuck his tongue out, but you moved away before he could touch you.

"What?" he asked looking at you as you looked down at him.

"Take your time," you cooed running your fingers through his wavy hair. You let your thumb run down his cheek until it was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Peter nodded kissing your thumb before looking up at your pussy. He wanted to taste you, he wanted to please you no matter how painful his erection was growing.

When you finally felt his tongue on your pussy you moaned loudly only making him throb more. He ran the flat of his tongue over your clit rubbing circles before wrapping his lips around it eliciting another pornographic moan from your part.

His pointed tongue ran between your folds and you started moving your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue. You weren't going to be able to hold on for much longer, you could already feel yourself growing tighter and on the verge of an orgasm.

Lifting your hips you panted looking down at Peter who was flushed. His mouth was coated with your wetness. He licked his lips looking at you with confusion.

"I don't want to cum yet," you said panting. Peter groaned knowing that if you didn't cum, he wouldn't cum.

"Let me make you cum," he said desperately lifting his hips.

You smirked still panting trying to catch your breath. "Okay, beg." Your eyes devilish still hovering over him.

"Please, please let me make you cum." He pleaded. As mentioned before, you were usually the one begging so there was something about him begging you that was making you wet again.

"Please," he said before you positioned yourself over his tongue. He got back to working it against your clit, dipping into your entrance and you winced holding on to the bed frame for support.

"Fuck, Peter," You whined rocking your hips against his tongue. You let him bury his face in your pussy. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue fucked you.

"I'm going to cum," you announced tightening the grip on the headboard with one hand, the other was now buried in his hair holding his head as you rocked your hips.

You let yourself unravel on his tongue. You were throbbing as you came and you felt Peter smile against your pussy.

"I guess it's your turn now," you teased carefully getting off him, you kneeled next to him. Your legs were weak, but a promise was a promise. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily. Your hand trailed down his torso until your fingers were wrapping around his cock. Peter winced and you stopped kissing him. Your eyes asked if he was okay. He nodded lifting his head so you could kiss him again.

Your tongues tussled; you could taste yourself on him. It only made you increase the pace at which you were rubbing his cock. Peter lifted his hips and you let go of him. He whined against your lips, but his eyes lit up when he saw you position yourself on top of him.

His cock was back in your hand leading him into your pussy. You eased yourself onto him and he grunted feeling how tight you felt. You stayed in that position leaning down to kiss him. His cock buried deep in you as you kissed softly, fingers running through his hair. Peter moved his hips up, but you didn't budge. He wanted to desperately hold your hips, to help you bounce, but you were teasing him. He was certain he could probably cum from you just laying on him, dick deep in your pussy.

But he'd kept his part of your deal and so you sat up holding on to the place right above his knees. You started rocking your hips watching the way his head rolled back into the pillow. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt himself this deep, the position you were in was blinding him.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum already-" he grunted looking at you now. Through hooded eyes, he watched the way your boobs bounced, the way his dick got lost in your pussy, and the way you watched him closely as you felt him jerk inside you. Your walls were clenching and you were nearing your high too.

Leaning down to kiss him, he lifted his hips thrusting into you. You accepted the action happily meeting his thrusts until he was cursing your name and biting your bottom lip. You felt him throbbing against your walls and you let your own orgasm wash over you. The two of you a sweaty, panting mess.

You stayed in that position for a while, letting your bodies come down from your highs. Your lips touched every so often. Weak, but able you got off him to retrieve the key to uncuff him.

"Where's the key?" Peter asked watching you search for it. You couldn't find it. You swear you'd brought it with you. You remember there was a key for it.

"It was right here," you said lifting your robe from the floor maybe it was in one of your pockets. They were empty.

"You're joking right?" he asked looking at you seriously now.

"Pete, you have super strength just break out of them." You said placing your hands on your hips watching him incredulously not wanting to admit that you'd fucked up by not double-checking if the cuffs had keys.

Peter groaned, but effortlessly snapped out of the cuffs rubbing his wrists.

"You could've done that at any point," you said cocking your brow.

"Yeah, but what would've been the fun in that?" he said extending his hand so you could crawl into bed with him. You did so happily, giggling as he brought you in close. He cuddled you, kissing your cheek and holding you close against his chest. Your naked bodies stuck together and you didn't mind that the two of you were going to need a long shower and were going to have to switch out the sheets.

You just wanted to spend the rest of your night like this.

And you were already thinking of all the new things you could try with Peter. You made a mental note to add cuffs to your shopping list.

Key optional.

masterlist

[ravens-roth]

I never really made a friend after that, except for one…

SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

[sugugori]

Tough men who get whiny and pliant while just making out. What started off as sweet kisses here and there, turns into something much more primal. Him pulling you closer, getting more and more desperate and needy, doesn’t know where to put his hands. Bucking his hips and panting because he’s already close from a little tongue. Pulling little pitchy “mhm”’s from them and whispering quiet pleases. He’s got that glassy, far away look in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. Just a few kisses from you turns him into a virgin again. And if you keep kissing his neck like that, he might cum in his pants - he’s so sensitive

[havensins]

pls pls idk if this is where we send submissions but pls pls write abt ftm whinny whimpery mess peter parker or marc spector as theyre being bred by reader, creampie after creampie. Marc or Peter depending on who u choose to write for are a mess, moaning, whimpering and letting out pathetic noises, covered in bites and hickies fhkshfjddjjdjdjd The reader is rough with them but still peppers them with soft kisses and sweet nonsense in their ears as theyre being fucked

i chose to do peter parker for this bc it just fits so well?? like omg just think about it.

ftm peter who’s on his back with his legs wrapped around your waist as he holds you so close that your chests touch. he’s weakly scratching at your back as you fuck into him.

he couldn’t even remember how many times he’d came or how many times you came, he just knows he can feel the warmth of your cum being fucked back into him with every thrust.

and peter, bless his heart, is already so sensitive by nature! with the first time you cum in him, he’s already trembling and shaking and.. and then you don’t stop. you keep fucking him like he’s your own personal toy to use as you leave load after load in his cunt.

and the balance between the rough snaps of your hips into his cs the way you’re holding him as if he’s glass nearly gives him whiplash. he’s trembling in your hold as you kiss down his neck, and you can feel his short nails scratching at your back when you hold him flush to your hips as you cum in him once again.

pulling away, he looks so perfect. you wish you had a physical camera to take a picture of the sight. he’s littered in hickies and bite marks. his hair is splayed over the pillows in a messy fashion, he’s flushed red and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

the moment is so perfect, you couldn’t help but rock your hips up a little. “how much more do you think i could stuff your pretty pussy, peter?” you ask him, still rocking into him slowly. “wan’ your cum,” he whines, gasping harshly and you can feel the vice like grip his gummy walls had on your cock.

you just grin down at him, draping your body over his as you kiss behind his ear. “you can have whatever you’d like,”

[subbypeterparker]

hi, I’m the anon from the other day with the p link. here (pornhub) it is. it just reminds me so much of Peter and it’s one of my fav videos

forgot to post this!!!

[l1tw1ck]

44,46 and 56 with Tom's peter? Top dilf reader 🙏

Assistant Peter

bottom!ftm peter x top!masc!DILF reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Size Difference, Belly Bulge, Creampie

Peter started working as your assistant a few weeks ago and he's been an amazing help, especially when it comes to your kids. He doesn't have to but he always offers to babysit them when you're busy in your home office. He's liked you since the start and you slowly started to develop feelings for him too. Although nothing happened until the day you two were finally home alone.

Peter bumps into you and drops his phone, he apologizes profusely before realizing what's on his phone. Peter doesn't get a chance to hide his screen thanks to you picking it up first.

You weren't going to look to protect his privacy but you saw your name in all caps. “You’re texting about me?” You chuckle, bringing the phone closer to get a better look.

“Wa- wait!”

You read the entire text despite his protests. It was him telling his friend about how much he loves your “dad bod” and how you're so tall that you literally tower over him, about how badly he wants you to fuck him until he sees stars, and about how he’d love for you to come inside of him. That's only half of the paragraph he sent. Peter watches your expression shift from playful to lustful. There’s a visible tent in your pants and he’s beyond grateful it worked out this way.

You have Peter lying down on his now empty desk, various items have been strewn across the floor carelessly aside from the computer that was carefully placed elsewhere. He’s mostly naked with his legs spread, showing off his dripping wet pussy. Peter looks down and gasps as you enter him, you're much thicker than he anticipated but he isn't the slightest bit upset. “Mmh- Keep going, sir-” The feeling and sight of your cock stretching him out and entering him is only making him more excited. He brings his hand down to his stomach and presses down on the bulge you’ve created. “You're so big..” He breathes out.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, bottoming out.

Peter shakes his head. “Mo- move-” He moves his hips to further express how badly he wants you to fuck him. You hold onto his waist and start thrusting, fucking him exactly the way he likes it. He throws his head back and moans. He looks gorgeous like this, his hair is a mess from when you were making out with him earlier and he has a cute blush strewn across his cheeks. The desk creeks with each thrust. You're fucking him so hard you're afraid you might have to buy a new desk. You lean in to kiss him, jerking his t-dick as you do so. Peter moans into your mouth and clenches around your cock, eyes rolling back as you hit that spot. He holds onto your arms and digs his nails into your skin without thinking. He feels his entire body tensing up as he comes. You pull away from the kiss and let him catch his breath, slowing your thrusts to a halt.

“Wait-” He stops you, his voice is breathy. “Don't pull out..”

“I have to.” You shake your head. You didn't think he was serious about you coming inside.

He looks at you with the cutest expression you've ever seen. “Please come inside me, sir.”

“...Fine.” You can't say no to that face. As you start fucking him again, you find yourself being closer to your orgasm than you thought. It only takes a few minutes for you to fill up his pussy with your spend. You pull out and watch your cum dribble out of him in awe. He looks good like this.

[talaok]

Hiii! Can I request sub!peter waking u up in the middle of the night very needy? Tnks :)))

Pairing: Sub! Peter Parker x f!reader

warnings: sub! peter, unprotected p in v sex, lots of pet names for spidey, premature ejaculation (kinda), creampie, talk about oral sex (m receiving)

a/n: aaaaa i love sub peter soo much thank you love

At first, you thought it was morning already, you thought the needy kisses on your bare back and his hips grinding onto your ass were nothing more than what it was more mornings than not: the usual way Peter woke you up.

But once you opened up your eyes, once the darkness got the better of your sight, once you watched as no sun shined through the windows, then you realized your mistake

"Baby" you croaked, taking your time turning your head back to him, sleep still fighting to keep you close

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, his lips still busy with your shoulders "I know it's late- I just-I"

His hazel eyes were on you, lust and need fogging them deeply, and his hips hadn't yet stilled, he was grinding his hard cock against your ass like you hadn't just taken care of him a few hours earlier, like a man starved.

"I think I know what the problem is" a soft smirk played on your lips as you finally turned to him

Sleep could wait a few more minutes, you decided, you were never able to resist him when he looked so damn desperate.

"I can feel it" you murmured sultry, his eyes stapled to yours while his hands followed each movement you made, not wanting to lose contact with your skin even for a second.

"what do you need baby?" you spoke once you were before him 

"I-I just- I need-"

But your hand had found the bulge in his boxers, and words stopped existing altoughether in Peter's brain

"You need me to take care of you?" you teased, your fingers seeping underneath the waistband.

You swore he was holding his breath.

"'s that it baby?" you murmured, now ghosting his lips "need me to help you out a little, mh?"

The sound- oh the sound he made when your hands found his manhood, when you conceded him just the tinies stroke... oh you could have lived on that sound alone.

"yes" he gulped "p-please I need- I-"

Peter had never been good with words around you so you took his cock out, feeling him twitch in your hand

"I-inside" was all he could whimper "p-please"

You chuckled softly, but still, you did as he wished, draping your leg over him and sliding your panties to the side

"what's got you so worked up honey?" you asked, purring gently against his mouth

"I- I had a dream"

You smiled knowingly as you guided him to your entrance.

"dirty boy" you smirked as he slowly entered you, whimpering and moaning as he shut his eyes

"s-shit- y/n-" he cried, once he was filling you all up "g-god"

"I know" you cooed, stroking the back of his head as he started thrusting sloppily in and out of you "I know baby"

His left hand was pulling down your tank top to get to your boobs, and he let out a desperate moan once he was finally able to have one of your tits in his palm.

"so what was the dream about?" you murmured, fighting your own moans.

His cheeks changed colors, red now adorning them.

"I-"

"no need to be shy now baby" you smiled, feeling his cock hit that spot deep inside you once again

"It was about- y-you"

You grinned widely at that

"'s that so?"

"mh-mh" he nodded, eager to please you

“What about me?” You asked, your fingers playing with his hair just how he liked it 

You saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly,

"y-you were" he sighed, burying his cock inside up to the hilt "You were g-going down on me" he stuttered, the pleasure he was already lost in only heightening as images from his dream crossed his mind

He whimpered as you clenched around him

"I was sucking your cock?" you taunted, making a soft fuck flee his mouth 

"y-yes"

"mh" you smirked, biting your lip "I do really like that" you murmured, mouth to his ear now "I love sucking your cock so much baby" 

A choked sound escaped him, and you could only chuckle as you kissed him right below his ear

"gonna remember that when I'm gonna wake you up this morning" you hummed

"y-y/n- f-fuck" he groaned, his thrusts even sloppier now, barely anything more than frantic desperate movements "p-please" he begged "I-I'm not gonna last if y-you"

But you didn't care, you never cared when it was like this, when it was only about him.

"don't wait for me"  

"b-but"

"don't worry about me" you whispered, leaving a soft peck on his lips "just be a good boy and cum inside me baby" 

Another moan mixed with a whimper and a twitch of his cock was his response

"can you do that for me honey?" you murmured, "can you come deep inside me?"

He was so close it was a miracle he still hadn't come.

His moans were breathless, all resembling your name or various curses, but still, he managed to say

"yes- yes, I ca-"

before he was painting your insides with his seed a moment later.

Your moans mixed with his at the feeling, and his head fell between your shoulder and neck as he cried out your name, his hips working hard to make sure every drop of him was inside you.

You continued drawing gentle patterns in his hair as he regained consciousness and caught his breath.

"thank you" was all he said once he finally raised his head to look at you

You smiled softly

"you don't need to thank me baby" you gave him a quick kiss, his hand going to your waist.

"I- I need to clean you up" he remembered, but you shook your head

"we'll think about that tomorrow, let's go back to sleep now, mh?" you suggested, and by the look of it, he was more than eager to agree.

"mh-mh" he nodded, as he scooted closer to you, his hands around you and your legs around him.

"g'night baby" you siad

"night" he mumbled, already half asleep

But as you both closed your eyes, and you started to get back into sleep's sweet embrace, you couldn't help but chuckle, as, a few moments later, you felt Peter's face nestle right between your breasts, which had apparently been chosen as his pillow for the night

"I love you" was all he was able to mumble, not even giving you time to respond before he was already dead asleep.

"I love you too honey" you said nonetheless, Peter's long breaths filling the darkness as you joined him in his sleep.

[taurder]

(n) sfw

we can agree peter b. parker is a different story. he's very vocal and loud, even in situations where he shouldn't be. he just can't help himself once your filling him up real good with your cock. even before that happens, the anticipation makes him talk and talk with no filter. you think maybe his mouth isn't capable of shutting up.

your theory was confirmed when the first time you pounded him doggy styled he drooled all over the bed. mouth fully open, still trying to mumble how good you felt, how full and happy he was as his cheek became wet from the saliva he kept accumulating.

not even a dick down his throat can shut him up. you could be fucking his mouth fully, deep thrusting into his throat and still he'll be moaning loud, making gagging sounds because his tongue keeps moving to enunciate the words he wants to say. you can kinda make out the thank you and more he repeats in between thrusts, and you'll let him know how much of a chatty slut he is as you feed him your cum.

it nevers get annoying, 'cause you do love hearing him describe how he can feel every inch of your length, or how close is he from cumming too. you'll add to it when he's half gone from the pleasure, praising his body as he repeats your name over and over, or you'll remind him how twisted and lewd he is for wanting to be so thoroughly fucked. he'll agree with whichever kind of dirty talk you choose for the occasion.

he'll beg and scream for you. peter will glow for every compliment you throw at him, and whimper as you degrade him to shreds. he can thank you and say he can't take it anymore in the same sentence. you counted twenty one times he repeated "i need it" while you were pounding him from behind in one occasion, 'cause poor thing's fucked mind can only retain three words tops if he has already come once.

you wonder how many orgasms he needs to only retain and repeat one word, your name.

still thirsty?

[thelastharbinger]

Ryan Coogler saying how Namor is basically Peter Pan (in that he's forever young and quite charming because of his playfulness, *I think about that scene where he spooks Shuri with what would happen to her body underwater if she visited Talokan, only to 2 seconds later be like "or you can wear a suit, we have a couple of those." Also the name Namor is literally derived from the phrase "El niño sin amor/ The child without love"*)

AND how he wanted Namor to have a vibe that is "seductive and threatening, which Tenoch does really well. He has very rich eyes that can hold a lot."

Like yes! Tenoch's eyes is where the magic of his acting really comes to fruition and we should talk about that more!