#peter parker kinks

[hanasnx]

idk insomniac peter seems the most experienced but like ????

he'd be one kinky mf too ngl

saying he's the most experienced makes sense bcos i think he's the oldest of the spider-men we know of rn (not including the vast array of comics available). besides, everybody wants a piece of ol spidey. everybody's got a hard on for him. and hes so warm and friendly, it prolly comes off as invitational and flirtatious. ppl mistake it for game simply bcos his cringefail loser personality is attached to an ultrahot bod and mutated spider-cock. doesnt hurt that he's the sweetest.

and its always the most vanilla-acting dudes you meet being the freakiest behind closed doors. i bet pete's into shit you've never met in any other guy. not just the traditional and expected stuff like bondage, no peter wants to try crazy shit. exhibitionism/agoraphilia: he wants to fuck you on a roof, on the ceiling, in the bathroom of the bar with no name just to do it (he'd never tell you, he's the type to act like he's above it and let you insist and make the decision for him). he has a keen sense of olfactophilia, amaurophilia, bet he's into a little bit of roleplay (def wants to "save" you after youve been "kidnapped" and you show your appreciation for your favorite hero), i can see him being into some breeding, dubcon (tricked/coercion edition). his fave positions are cowgirl, reverse face fuck, and doggy style off the top of my head. bet hes fantasized about being a little subby cuck.

[sbantyo]

Do you think Peter is more of a soft belly or a beer belly?

[hungryhungry-himbo]

Your miguel is so good oof

Imagine he used to tease Peter B. about getting fat and then ends up getting even bigger because he's a major stress eater so he's bursting outta that suit completely oblivious while Peter is looking at him like O.O "damn"

i’ve been thinking of this ask for so long and finally made a sketch to go with it. also miguel being a stress eater is so hot

[murc0ck]

i may or may not have a mask kink

[bmj-arts]

a good boy 🐶🦴

[evadewilson]

guys, pals, friends, lieblings, if you see this post PLEASE drop your favourite spideypool tropes/fic things in the tags or comments PRETTY PLEASE

[wanted-to-be-nosey]

Slightly inspired by my horrid trip to the dentist this morning....

Peter has put off going to the dentist about his wisdom tooth for too long and finally has to admit he needs it checked when he's struggling to eat. Thankfully, Mr Stark is a fantastic dentist who has a way of putting him at ease, and his good looks have him blushing before he's even in the chair.

Peter's relieved to hear his tooth isn't infected, it's just a bit irrated but will need to be flushed out.

Not the worst news in the world, but while lying back in the chair, wincing in pain with his mouth wide open, Mr Stark's hands working and occasionally brushing his lips he's struggling to keep his thoughts straight. The man keeps up a string of praise, telling him how <good> he's being and that he's doing so well, and it quickly becomes very difficult to hide his growing hard on. Thankfully, Tony is too focused on his work and thinks Peter's flushed cheeks are because of the pain. Or at least he does until he's finished and pauses as he puts the syringe on the tray, eyes clearly on Peter's crotch...

[ladyyystark]

Bucky and Peter slow dancing in the kitchen at midnight.

Bucky and Peter fighting over watching Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

Bucky and Peter having leftovers for breakfast.

Bucky and Peter on a lazy Sunday morning.

Bucky and Peter on cleaning day.

Bucky and Peter patching each other's injuries.

Bucky and Peter planning their vacations.

Bucky and Peter listening to their 40s/2000s playlist.

Bucky and Peter saving a seat for each other on a table.

Bucky and Peter taking Alpine to the vet.

Bucky and Peter having arguments.

Bucky and Peter admitting they did wrong and asking for forgiveness.

Bucky and Peter cuddling on the couch.

Bucky and Peter celebrating their anniversary with homemade dinner and cheap wine.

Bucky and Peter giving each other good morning and goodnight kisses.

Bucky and Peter having inside jokes.

Bucky and Peter drinking from the same bottle.

Bucky and Peter comforting the other after a nightmare.

Bucky and Peter hugging from the back.

Bucky and Peter meeting each other's friends.

Bucky and Peter making sweet tender love one day and having the nastiest disrespectful fuck the next day.

Bucky and Peter doing grocery shopping.

Bucky and Peter using the bathroom while one is showering and the other brushing his teeth.

Bucky and Peter being domestic.

[littlemissomega]

Meeting the Coworkers Part 1

Warnings: smut, kinda threesome [steve doesnt really do anything] dom!steve x innocent!sub!reader x dom!peter parker, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], mention of oral m recieving, fingering, mention of virginity, degrading, squirting, overuse of the words 'whimpers' and 'chuckles' (yes that's a warning)

Summary: Steve has been clear about his polyamorous relationship with some of his coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she never really wanted to meet any of them. Steve intrudices her to Peter first, and things get heated

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"Are you sure you're ready for this, princess? Cause if not, we can always kick him out and-"

"Stevie," Y/N interrupts, "I-I'm ready! I want to…to try,"

"Okay, babygirl, let me call him in,"

Steve runs his hand up and down Y/N's soft thigh.

"Peter, you can come in now!" Steve calls.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat and she curls in closer to Steve when she sees him. 

Steve and Y/n have been dating for a year and she's never been happier. Steve made sure she knew off the nst that he has in a polyamorous relationships with a few people he works with, but she should not feel pressured at all the become apart of it. So it had just been the two of them for a year.

But Y/N got increasingly more curious about that part of Steve's life.

"You remember Peter, dont you, princess?" Steve asks gently.

Y/N nods. She remembers the day she and Steve were out getting coffee and Peter just "happened' to be there. He made her even more curious. And a few other emotions she didn't quite understand.

He made her blood light on fire, just like Stevie does, which confused her. She didn't want to cheat on Steve, she loves him! One night, she confessed the feelings she had to Steve, and he just chucked and kissed her nose. 

"Hi, darlin'! You look pretty today!" Peter smiles.

Y/N cheeks flush at the complement.

"T-thank you," she stutters.

"Awww she such a cutie, Steve! Can't even take a complement without blushing!"

"I know! She's my shy llittle baby," Steve chuckles.

Y/N blushes even harder and fiddles with the hem of her sundress. She's sitting on the bed between Steve's legs. She doesn't even hear Peter talking to her through her blushing. Peter sits down on the bed and gently grabs her chin, making her look up st him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, babygirl,"

Y/N let's out an involuntary whimper, causing both men to chuckle.

"What do you say when you understand, princess?" Steve asks.

"Yes, sir," Y/N responds.

"Good girl," steve whispers in her ear.

"You've got her trained right up, don't you?" Peter chuckles, "you wanna lay back, pretty girl?"

Y/N looks back at Steve and he nods. She scoots forward on the bed so she can lay back, making sure to hold the hem of her dress so it doesn't ride up. Steve positions her head in his lap and she looks up at him with wide, doe eyes.

"Are you sure you want this, bunny?" Steve asks one last time 

"Uh huh!"

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red," Y/N nods.

"Good girl! You hear that, Peter?" Steve asks, looking up at his boyfriend, "she says red and you stop,"

"Sir yes sir," Peter chuckles.

"Daddy?" Y/N whispers.

"Yes, bunny?" Steve respinds.

"Is he gonna be gentle?"

"Even gentler than me" Steve chuckles.

"Can you h-hold my hand, Daddy?"

"Of course, pretty girl," Steve smiles, lacing his fingers with hers

Peter positions himself in front of Y/N's clamped shut thighs and grabs the hem of her dress; going to take it off.

"Wait," Yn interrupts, "C-can I keep it on? Just f-for now?"

"Of course, princess," Steve and Peter respond at the same time.

Y/N always been insecure about her body. She thinks she too short, and as Steve likes to call it, 'curvy'.

Peter flips the hem of her skirt up just so her white cotton panties show. 

"You gott open your pretty thighs if you want me to do anythjng," Peter chuckles, gently rubbing her thighs.

Y/N lets out another whimper and hides her face in Steve's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" Peter asks, wanting yn to feel more comfortable.

Yn looks up at steve as if she's asking permission.

"Whatever you're comfortable with, bunny," Steve smiles, stroking her hair.

"Yes please," yn whispers.

Peter moves up so he's straggling yn and lowers his lips down to hers. He smells like peppermint and kisses her gently and reassuringly. It takes her breath away and went he pulls away and moves down to her neck, she's gasping.

"A-arent you gonna…give Stevie a kiss?" Yn asks quietly.

"Awww silly baby!" Steve chuckles, "always thinking 'bout her Daddy!"

Steve grabs Peter's chin and kisses him passionately. Yn whimpers at the heated sight above her.

"Good boy," Y/N hears Steve mumble into Peter's lips.

Steve pulls away from the kjss.

"Now get to work," Steve chuckles.

Peter kisses down yns neck and her eyes flutter closes.

"You're so beautiful," Peter mumbles.

Warmth blooms through y/n. Steve calls her beautiful every day, but it's weird hearing it from someone else. Nice, but weird.

"Thank y-you,"

"Oh such polite little baby! Did you Daddy teach you that?" Peter asks.

"Uh huh!" Yn nods.

"Now, be a good girl and open those pretty thigh," peter croons.

Yn buries her face back in Steve's lap as she slowly spreads her thighs. Peter settles between them and smirks at the little wet patch.

"I've surprised Steve doesn't have you in little lacy panties!" Peter chuckles.

"Daddy loves my pa- oooh," yns moan interrupts her and peter gently strocks her clit through her panties.

"So sensitive! Look at me," peter voices.

But y/n keeps her face hidden. Steve reaches down and spanks Yns thigh. She gasps and looks up at him in shcok.

"You know better! You've gonna give me a reputation of not knowing how to keep my little baby slut in line! Listen to Peter or else!" Steve snaps 

"I'm sorry Daddy!" Y/n whimpers.

Y/n looks down at Peter and he keeps eye contact with her and he slowly tugs her panties down. She squirms under his intense gaze, but she doesn't look at. Yn doesnt want her Daddy to get mad again!

The cold air hits yns wet pussy and she gasps, attempting to close her legs, but Peter stops her.

"Fuck, what a pretty pussy!" Peter croons.

Y/n's face flushes even more.

Peter continues looking at her and he lowers his lips to her pussy and gives her clit a little kitten lick. Yn jolts and moans as Peter continues. Her toes curl and she clutches Steve's hand.

"Sweetest fucking pussy I've ever had," Peter mumbles into her, the vibrations jolting her core.

"Ngjjff Daddyyy," she moans.

"What, pumpkin? I'm not the one makes your pretty pussy feel good, Peter is!" Steve chuckles, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Yn states up at steve with wide eyes as Peter continued lightly lapping her clit. She squirms at the sensation. Warmth grows in yns core quickly.

"You know what she really likes?" Steve voices, turning his attention to Peter. He stops and looks up to listen, making yn whimper, "when you give her clit a little smack. I've made her cum before from just spanking her clit!"

"Oh really? What a naughty little slut!" Peter croons, smaking yns clit.

Yns back jolts off the bed and the tries moving away from peter to escape the sensation, but that just causes him to do it more.

"Sit still," Steve snaps.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just-just nghfjfhf too much!" Yn blabbers.

"I've barely touched you!" Peter inserts.

He smacks her clit again before leaning down and plant a soft kiss. The kiss turns into sucking on it. Yn moans as she gets closer to her release. 

"D-daddy I'm gonna cum! Can I please cum?"

"I'm not the one you need to ask, doll,"

Yn looks down at peter, her face bright red.

"Peter please," she whimpers.

"Please what?" Peter asks mockinglg, switching to rubbing circles on her clit.

"Peter please please please gonna cum oh please please can I cum, sir?" Yn babbles.

"Good girl. Cum for me, baby,"

Yn throws her head back and grips the sheets and fire corses through her vveins. peter gently works her through her orgasum. She bites down on her lip to try and muffle some of her moans.

But once yn starts to relax again, peter goes straight back to work. He goes to slip two fingers in, but then realizes y/n's sopping hole is far too tight for that. He's able to slip the tip on one in, but barely. He moves his mouth from her clit as she squirms uncomfortably from the stretch and sensitivity from her last orgasam.

"Fuck she's tigher than a virgin!" Peter coments.

"That's cause she is one!" Steve chuckles.

Peter looks up in shock.

"You haven't popped her cherry yet?"

"Nope! I've tried loads of times, but Daddy's fat cock is just too big for your little baby pussy, isn't it?" Steve asks yn.

"No wonder you're wound so tight when you come over! Wands couldn't walk for a week after y'alls last date! You've been using up all your self restraint here!"

Yn feels a pang of guilt. Is she hurting her Daddy? Is he bitter than he hasn't been able to 'pop her cherry's? She starts feeling even more guilty when Steve leans down and softly kisses her.

"I love you., baby bear. And I've already told you, we're taking this at tihr pass. So stop thinking about it!" Steve whispers getnly.

"Damn she's dripping down my wrist and I can barely get one finger in!" Peter voices, finally easing his finger in.

"Relax your pretty pussy, baby," Steve orders gently, "it'll feel better if you do,".

Yn sniffles as peter works his finger in and out of her, digging her nails into Steve's hand.

"I can see what you mean, man," peter starts, sliding his finger in and out slowly, "she'd probably suffocate your dick off if you tried to put it in!"

"Oh yeah! My little baby is just so much smaller than me! I've never been able to get more than two fingers in her pretty pussy, even after making her cum till she's dumb and with lube!" Steve explains.

"I can see why!"

"I've tried putting my cock in before, but I just can't make even the tip fit, and she cries so hard I just can't,"

"Daddyyy," Y/N whimpers, her face flaming red, "staph it!"

"Stop what?" Steve asks mockinglg.

Yn struggles to form words with Peter's finger in her pussy, and his thumb starting to rub circles on her swollen clit.

"Stop talking a-about putting…..you in m-me," yn stutters embarrassedly.

"Aww bunny! You had my cock in your mouth just this morning and can't even say the word!"

"Daddy shhh!"

Y/n's thighs start quivering even more as another climax builds.

"Do I need to put my cock back in your mouth so maybe you remember to word?" Steve asks.

Yn jumps at the idea and crans her head back furture.

"Uh huh uh huh uh huh! Please Daddy, I'll be good! Wanna make you feel good Daddy!" Yn responds excitedly but yet still so innocently.

"Oh I was just messing with you, baby bunny! Right now is just about you and making your pretty pussy feel good.

Yns face drops and eter chuckles into her pusy, making her moan.

"B-but Daddy I-" yn starts.

"Maybr if you're good, I'll let you suck on Daddys cock later," steve smirks, pating her cheek.

"Damn, Rogers, you've got her giving you blow jobs as a reward?"

"She's a Daddy's girl," steve ssmirks. 

Peter startd sliding his finger in and out faster and yns pussy flutters around him more. Yn struggles to contain her sounds, and Peter and Steve can tell.

"Let me hear you, pretty girl," Peter orders.

"B-but-"

"Stop muffling your pretty moans or you won't be cumming for a month," Steve snaps.

Yns moans start bubbling over as the last of her pride finally melts awat. Her body ie on fire.

"Good girl," peter chuckles, "does that feel good?"

"Fuck fuck f-fuck feels s-jfkfjfhfj so good! Can I cum again, sir?" Yn blubbers himystrrically, her brain foggy with pleasure.

"What a dirty mouth! Cum for me, dirty girl," Peter responds.

"Look at him while you cum," Steve orders, moving yns head so she has to looking in Peter's eyes while she cums.

Yn moans and squirms and pants through her orgasm. Fire engulfs her belly and she squirts all over Peter's face. She has to request the urge to let her eyes flutter shut.

"Fuck shes a squirter?" Peter moans.

"Oh all the time! I'm surprised she didn't earlier! She must be dehydrated. Have you not been drinking enough water today, bug?" Steve asks.

Yn just whimpers, not able to form words after another intense climax. Peter keeps going at first, then he stops. Yn let's out a sigh of relief, knowing she'd be even more sensitive after that. Her eyes flutter shut and she relaxes against the mattress.

Then she feels the tip of something hard and warm against her puffy pussy lips and jumps. Peter slides is cock through her soaking, sensitive folds and yn lets out a strangled cry, looking up at Steve. He smirks at her.

"Daddy," she cries.

"What is it, bug?"

"Too mu-much! Too sensitive!"

Yns magic blocking bracket flows as it works to keep her powers from overtaking her. When she gets overwhelmed, it's hard for her to control her magic, which is why Steve had Bruce make her the bracelet.

"Take it like a good girl, bunny,"

Peter's rough jeans rub against her thighs and she lets a loud moan.

Yn feel so warm it's maddening, and she starts tugging on her dress.

"Off off off please, Daddy, want it off!" Yn cries, her voice muddles with pleasure.

"Okay, baby boo, one second," Steve smirks.

Steve pulls his girlfriend's dress off over her head and throws it off the bed. Yn feels Peter's cock get even harder as he looks up and down her body.

"Fuck, you really did get a good one, Rogers,"

"Damn right I did,"

Steve reaches down and runs Y/N's nipple through her bra.

"Can I take this off too, pumpkin?" Steve asks, tugging on her bra.

Yn can barely hear him with Peter grinding against her core, so she just nods. Steve quickly takes off her bra to reveal yns hard nipples.

"Oh bunny, you're gonna be the death of me," Steve moans, looking down at her fucking out face.

Steve pinches her nipples between his fingers and she whimpers, twitching from all the stimulation.

Yn orgasm builds so quickly it feels like a freight train about to hit.

"Fuck daddy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fhck fuck," she babbles, "I can't cant cant too much ooh fhck,"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and cum for Peter one more time,"

"Come on, pretty girl, I can feel you getting close. Cum all over my cock, honey," Peter moans.

Yn squirms everywhere, almost like she's trying to escape her orgasm, but she can't. It crashes into her and the whole world shatters.

Peter watches in awe as Yn cums, her face flushes red and sweat dripping down her body. Liquid squirts out onto Peter's abs, turning him on even more. He reaches up and runs the nipple Steve isn't. Her thigh quiver and her pussy flutters around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks Steve, knowing yn is far too out of it to answer.

"On her stomach," Steve responds, pushing yns hair out of her face as she comes down from her orgasm.

Peter pulls his cock away from her dripping folds, causing a string of cum to string off. Her jerks off to the look of her fucked out face before letting it load out of her smooth stomach.

"Good boy," steve chuckles.

But Peter barely hears him, he's focused on check on yn.

Yn brain starts to clear as she comes up from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open and she sees Peter and Steve looking down at her.

"Hey, pretty girl!" Peter smiles gently, "you did so good!"

"So good!" Steve repeats.

"Really?" Yn asks weakky.

"Really! You were so so perfect, baby! Daddy is so proud of you!" Steve smiles.

Yn flushes contently.

"Thank you, Daddy,"

"How are you feeling, angel?" Steve asks.

"Sleepy," Y/N mumbles contently.

"Go to sleep, honey," Steve tells her, "We'll get you cleaned up, pretty girl,"

Yn drifts in and out of consciousness while they clean her up.

Peter goes to clean up Y/N's stomach with a tissue, but Steve stops him. 

"Can't let me pretty boy's cum go to waste!" Steve smirks, leaning down and starting to lick the cum off her stomach.

Yn squirms a little in her sleep, but doesnt stop him.

Once they finish cleaning her up, Peter and Steve snuggle up in bed next to Y/N. She's out cold.

"You did so good, honey," Steve tells Peter quietly.

"T-thank you"

"Not so confident now, are you? Now, you can let all that dominance  go to your head, baby boy! Bucky will tear your ass up if you brat off to him again,"

"I know, sir, I wont," Peter nods.

Peter looks down at Y/N as she sleeps peacefully.

"She's a perfect match," peter comments, "I know the others are gonna love her so that won't be an issue. Do you think she'll agree?"

"Hopefully," Steve responds.

"So, who are you gonna introduce her to next?"

"Hmm maybe Wanda,"

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@liidiaaag

@flourishandblotts-inc

@aagn360

@smromanoff

[blooming-violets]

[tasm!peter x forest nymph, fantasy au] 

Summary: A forest nymph captures Peter’s heart.

Warnings: 18+ smut (mostly smut with a light plot), both fem and male oral, vaginal penetration, slight breeding kink

A/N: I started this for the Kink or Treat event that happened during Kinktober but it’s now the second week of November so...I’m late. Per usual. Better late than never though!

She smiled up at the hazy, autumn morning sun that was beginning to break through the clouds. The day after a rainstorm was always her favorite. The scent of rich, damp earth and decaying plants teased her nostrils. The forest floor was soft under her bare feet, the green moss, covered with a layer of wet leaves, cushioned her every step. It was the last few remaining days before she would take her slumber. Once the air cooled and snow flurries fell from the sky, she would retreat back to the safety of her home. When the last leaf fell from the tree, she would fall with it into her winter dormancy, only to reemerge the following season when the green buds sprouted to life. 

Her long hickory colored mane tumbled down her bare back in wild, untamed waves. The silky tips brushed against her bottom as she strode with a hypnotic sway of her hips towards her favorite bathing spot. A series of small waterfalls, stacked into rocklike steps, that pooled with perfect watering holes. The brown speckled rocks were smoothed down from the centuries of waterflow to create a hidden gem tucked away deep into the forest. As the morning golden rays of sunlight peeked over the tips of the trees, her world was cast into a fiery display of rich reds, shining yellows, and warm oranges. A perfect autumn morning to relish in her few remaining days. 

There was only one thing missing to make her day complete and she hoped she would find it before the night fell. 

He had promised her, after all.

She’d come to trust his promises. He had yet to break one. He was different from the rest. Even the Gods could not be trusted to keep their end of a bargain. But, alas, her Peter was no God. He was merely a man. A mortal man. A trained and powerful warrior but still a man. He promised her his devotion and protection as long as she promised to meet him whenever he called upon her. Last night, his message was carried on the backs of the wind. He was on his way. She longed for his arrival. 

The crystal clear water of Mother Nature's pool felt cool against her skin as she waded into the deepest depths. The cold of the river did not affect her like it would a mortal. It seeped into her skin and awoke each of her senses. She drew the lifeforce from the water and felt more alive with each passing second. A twinkle of light laughter fell from her lips as she sunk down to her shoulders. Her nipples tightened as the water weaved between her thighs, as if it had a mind of its own, to lap at her flesh like a flurry of tiny tongues. She was one with the nature around her. She could feel every breath of life that radiated from the ground. It was her home. Her safety. 

The wind rose up, blowing back the wisps of hair that teased at her cheek, and swirled around her naked skin. When she held her hand above the water, the wind curled through her dripping fingers. It tickled her fingers to elicit another laugh from her. Her hand sunk back under the water to gently cup her soft, round breasts and smooth down her over her belly in growing anticipation for her lover to arrive. Her body was untouched by time, forever in her prime, and eager to be pleased by knowing hands. Many had worshiped her flesh before, many had pushed her to the brinks of pleasure, but none had captivated her like Peter. She never wanted to be tied down to one partner. Even now, she still enjoys her joyous romps with her favorite Satyrs, but none held her heart like her human did. He was special. She couldn’t quite place how. It didn’t matter. All she knew was that Peter was hers. She cradled his soul in her palms. 

She closed her eyes to imagine her lover. She remembered the feel of his warm tongue and soft lips as they glided over her chest, hungry for something only her body could satiate. He would seek out the sweet nectar between her thighs and feast on her like a starving man devouring his first meal in days. There was a particular charm to Peter which other’s lacked. He lived to serve her. He aimed to please not be pleased. It was a rare kindness for the men she often came across. His innate ability for lovemaking resembled more of a woman’s compassionate touch than a man’s. And, still, he had a jealous streak, wishing to never share her with anyone else. She was not meant to be possessed, no matter how hard he tried. No man could ever own her. Not even Peter. 

The rustle of the leaves changed their usual sound to alert her of a new presence approaching. He was almost here. His familiar scent floated before him on the wind to reach her first. She inhaled the comforting smell with a smile. He was coming in from the north. 

She lifted herself out of the water to perch on a large rock at the edge of the river. The sun had been busy warming it for her and the heat felt nice absorbing into her skin. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder to run her fingers through the locks, humming a soft and enchanting melody while she patiently waited. The light inside of her was growing the closer he got. By the time she watched his shadow emerge from between the trees, she was practically bursting with excitement. Still, she feigned ignorance to his presence, continuing to hum and brush out her hair. 

He was watching her in silence. He always took his time to approach. The first time they met, he had spied on her for nearly three hours before making his entrance. She knew. She always knew when she was being watched. She loved the attention and enjoyed showing off for her unsuspecting suitors. This morning was no different. 

Her hands fell to her breasts, tweaking her nipples between her fingers with a soft sigh. Peter loved her chest. He could spend an entire evening doing nothing but nursing on her ripe breasts while his fingers twirled through her hair. They would lay together for hours, lazily exploring each other’s bodies while listening to the sounds of the forest sing around them. She could hear him give a sharp inhale from the opposite side of the river and knew he was enjoying what he saw. 

Her upturned eyes, phthalo green with shimmers of gold specs, unique to her kind, finally crossed the gap to land on him. She gazed at him through long lashes. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight. His chestnut hair was longer than it was the last time she saw him. It curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck. He looked older. Men always age so fast to her. A new scar cut along his cheekbone. White but prominent. Something that must have happened a few months ago while he was away. She knew he was a warrior fighting for his people’s freedom and that was a job that came with many dangers. She didn’t concern herself with many human issues though. As long as he kept safe and returned to her, she didn’t mind what disheveled state he showed up as. 

Peter straightened up when he saw he caught her attention. She stood on the rock, tossing her tumbles of hair behind her. His warm brown eyes danced over her nudity. To see a woman stand naked and unabashed out in the open was forbidden where he was from. Her sight stunned him every single time. His eyes sought out her chest, taking in the rise and fall of her breasts with their dark, budding tips and continued down to the indent of her waist and over her generous hips to her long, sturdy legs. She allowed him to look upon her in silence before she dove, head first, into the pool. 

She swam with a dazzling grace under the water until she emerged directly in front of him with a wide, teasing smile. Peter knelt down in front of her, reaching his hand out for her to take. The moment they clasped, he effortlessly pulled her from the water and onto her feet. Time seemed to come to a standstill as she pressed her face against his chest to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to his shirt. His strong arms wrapped around her wet body, crushing her breasts against him, and drawing her up against the rising hardness between his thighs. Fingers brushed the long, silky strands of wet hair over her shoulder, lowering his head to the exposed flesh, as his lips drank from her skin. 

She hummed with content at his touch, “Have you been with another since we were together last?” It was something she always asked. She played it off as curiosity but the blatant, underlying jealousy was easily noticeable. She could be others but not him. He belonged to her and only her. 

Peter sighed, shaking his head against the crook of her neck, “No. I’ve told you. You are my only one. The women try but none compare to you. Once your eyes have been blessed with the sight of a nymph, you can never see beauty the same way again.”  

She’d never met a human woman before. Their appearance was forgein to her so she had no input on the subject. If Peter claimed that her beauty outshone a human, then she could only go off his word, and his word satisfied her question. He was still hers. 

“I have been with others,” she replied, hoping to elicit a particular response from him. “No humans, though. I saw one pass through once but I stayed hidden.” She knew he wasn’t fond of that answer but he understood how nymphs lived. This was a part of her. Her sexuality could not be held down. Still, she enjoyed toying with his emotions. Men were so easily manipulated by beauty. If she asked, he would fight wars in her honor. 

His arms tightened possessively around her and she smiled. His male pride and ego fought his own war raging inside his head but he took a deep breath. He didn’t want to share her but knew he had no choice. If he wanted her, this was how it would be. She would always come when he called. She would always be his when he needed her. She would choose him over another if given the chance and that would have to be enough. 

Calloused, rough fingertips slide down her spine to cup her bottom and draw her even harder against his evident desire for her. He was showing her what he could offer, why he was there, and everything she wanted. A devilish smile spread across her face followed by a chiming laugh. She wriggled out of his grasp and dived back into the pool, swimming back to the rock she had been lounging on when he arrived. 

“Hey!” He called out after her, a smile of his own growing on his rosy lips. 

She kept her back to him, hearing him strip off his clothes behind her, and folded her arms on the rock’s surface to rest her head in them. Her eyes set sight into her dying forest. She took care of it. Her soul and the trees were tangled into one. Soon they would be put to rest so new life could grow. It was a beautiful cycle she had been a part of for years now. There was something special in the days leading to winter. A hopeful sadness. Death that would lead to life. The end of one thing and the birth of another. The circle of life starting over once more. 

Icy hands stole around her waist and leaned her back against his bare chest. Peter wasn’t built like her. The chill of the water wouldn’t be pleasant for him but he endured for her sake. His chin rested on her shoulder, her head nuzzling against his, letting his wet hair tickle her ear. She could sense his sadness. He knew what winter meant. She would not be around for him to call upon until the snow melted. This would be the last time of the year they would get to spend in each other’s arms. He missed her already. 

“Do you promise you will return to me?” He whispered. 

She gave a soft, pleased sigh, “I promise. When the first sprout pushes through the frosty ground, you will be the first I seek. Be waiting for me. You know my tree. Keep it safe while I sleep. As long as it is still standing, I will awake in the spring.” 

“Then I will protect that tree with my life.” 

She turned around in his embrace, locking her arms around his neck, and softly pressed her lips to his. His lips were already colder than normal. She tried to warm them through their kiss. Her eyes, holding the heart of the forest in their depths, gazed up at him with a playful amusement. She liked that she would be missed. She knew her winter dreams would be filled with him but time would pass quickly for her. Peter would be the one to carry the burden of the wait. His lips parted, forcing his tongue to dance with hers, as he pressed her tighter against the rock. His movements were fueled with a demanding desire. He wanted to have her. He knew he’d be forced to wait a long time for their next encounter so he refused to wait now. Today, she was his, and only his. He would prove to her that he was better than any other one she made love to. That was why she liked to bring it up each time they met. It turned him into an animal in need of her utter devotion. 

Cool waves of water sloshed up over her sides as she melted beneath his urgency. Quivers of heat shot between her thighs every time he ground his lips against hers. A cold, muscular thigh wedged its way between her legs offering a place to sit. Her heat pressed against his skin as she angled her hips to better situate her delicate nub to rub against him. Peter shuddered when her hand sought out his cock. She marveled at the perfection of man. She’d seen many sizes and Peter was perfect. Not too big to cause pain like some of the Gods she’d been with but perfectly sized to get the maximum amount of pleasure. She loved the way it twitched and throbbed against her palm, her fingers encircling his girth to slowly pump him between her fist. 

Peter gave a low groan into her open mouth. He gripped at her hips and lifted her, away from him, to gently sit on the rock. He never let her tend to him first. She smiled down at him shivering in the water and let her legs fall open so he could be face to face with her hidden treasure. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the sight. 

“I worship you,” he whispered. 

His hands rose from out of the water to wrap his arms around her thighs and pull her to the very edge of the rock. She gave a light laugh, enjoying the feeling of being so well adored. The muscles in her thighs tightened as fingers deftly parted her lush folds, still clinging to the sparkling water in the morning sun. Peter took a moment to enjoy the beauty bestowed onto him before easing his head down between her thighs. Anticipation curled through her stomach as he gazed at her sultry core. She felt his cool breath tickle her sensitive skin just before his warm tongue darted out, slowly licking a path from her dewy gate up to circle her throbbing clitoris. 

With a heavy exhale, her head fell back to stare up at the sky and her lips parted on a soft moan, “Oh, Peter, how I’ve missed you.”

Peter’s hands held her thighs wide apart as she squirmed against his mouth. Her breath came out in shallow, uneven pants. Honey flowed between her thighs and his tongue sought out every last drop. Fingers pressed against her entrance, seeking admittance and coating in her slick, before pressing forward to slide between her tight walls. Her body clenched around the thrusting digits as his mouth expertly sucked on her nub. Heat scorched through her, pushing away the autumn chill, as tension coiled in her stomach. Nymphs were known to be very sensitive and easy to please but Peter never did a sloppy job of anything involving her. He took his time. He got the majority of his pleasure from worshiping her body. 

She whimpered as the fingers withdrew from her warmth and were replaced back with his hungry mouth. His tongue thrust up inside of her, fucking her slowly. The grip around her thighs tightened, pulling her bottom off the rock to press against his face. He gave loud moans as he savored her taste. That familiar burning ball of pressure started to grow in her stomach. Her hips grinded against his mouth trying to force his tongue deeper into her depths. She was close to reaching the place of pure euphoria. He could sense her anxious, pulsating, need and sped up his ministrations, pinning her tightly to his mouth as he ate her out. 

A screaming gasp echoed off the forest trees as that ball untangled into a bright light of passion. Her hands gripped onto fistfuls of his hair to keep her from falling off the rock and she rode out her high with a series of shrill shrieks. Her body shook and trembled while Peter continued to drink from her lifeforce until she finally collapsed on top of him. 

He collected her protectively in his arms, dragging her back into the water, to cradle her against his chest. His fingers brushed through her hair and he shushed her soft whimpers, “You did so good, my little nymph.” Lips pressed against her temple. “Thank you for letting me taste you. I will never tire of your sweetness on my tongue.” 

She felt the steady beat of his heart and tried to match her breaths to the beat. Her eyes opened to gaze through half closed lids up at his handsome face. His lips were dusting with a light blue. Despite trying to keep them from shivering, he couldn’t quite control his chattering teeth. She laughed, cupping his cold cheek in her palm. 

“Come on, my love. Let’s get you out of this water.” She grasped his hand and swam him to the other side of the pool where his abandoned clothes and bag lay strewn over the soft grass. She knew he wouldn’t leave the waters depths unless she instructed him to. Wherever she was, he was going to stay.

Droplets clung to his thick lashes and dripped off his bottom lip. She had the urge to catch it on her tongue. Peter gave her a loving smile and grabbed the bag off the ground. He pulled out a wool blanket and wiped off the excess water from his body before laying it over a bed of leaves. He laced his fingers with hers and laid down with her in his arms, using her body heat to help warm himself. 

He cherished the moments after her orgasm the most. Her usual mischievous playfulness dulled to a deeper intimacy while her strange colored eyes softened as she studied him. Their times together were never long enough. Passing ships. He craved her by his side. He’d dream of stealing her from these woods and dragging her back to his village so she could spend the rest of her life with him but he knew his desires were fueled by selfishness. She would hate it there. She could never leave her forest. He thought of moving out into the forest to be with her. He could build himself a little hut and live by her side but she always refused his advances. She could never be his. Not fully. She knew him too well. He wouldn’t be able to sit in his hut knowing that she was out giving herself to someone else. If a God came calling for her, who was he to challenge them? She needed her freedom as badly as he needed her and he would never deny her that right. 

Despite his aching heart, his desires only grew. He listened to her soft, labored breaths in his ear and admired the way the sun dried the droplets from her smooth skin faster than normal. Even her long, thick hair was already starting to dry out moments after leaving the water. She was an enigma to him and he was completely enraptured by her mere existence. He wanted more from her than what he was given. He couldn’t help but dream bigger than the life they were currently living.

Peter had heard stories about human’s mating with the nymphs. There were legends of the beautiful half-nymphs who walked between the two worlds. It was a new desire that had been tumbling around his thoughts for the past few days. He wanted to be the one to give her a child.

“Have you ever given birth?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

Her laughter filled his ears at his unexpected question and he felt his ears burning in embarrassment. 

“No, my love. I have not. Not yet. I assume some day I may bear a child. Why?” She blinked up at him with her curious, innocent eyes. 

A blush deepened his chilled cheeks, “Have you ever thought about it?” 

An understanding sparked in her expression, “Do you wish to give me a child, Peter? What about your future wife? Won’t she be appalled by the idea of you impregnating a nymph? I’ve heard stories about what humans think of us. You’d never get a proper wife if they found out.” 

“What future wife?” He countered. “I have no need for wives.” 

“Someday you will need to find a spouse to carry on your family name. That is what you men do. That’s part of your legacy.” She waited with bated breath to hear his reply, knowing his answer would determine her next move. If he asked her to have his children, she would not deny him.

Peter shook his head, “No. Not me. I have no legacy if it’s not with you.” 

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “Then I will not stop you from the legacy you deserve.” 

Peter felt the throbbing in his loins. Everything but the thought of spilling his seed into her welcoming womb disappeared. He needed her. His fingers caught her chin as he lowered his mouth to settle over hers, letting her taste her own lingering passion as his tongue explored her mouth. He had answered correctly and passed her test. 

She kissed him back, that familiar tingling feeling of excitement starting to grow in her belly the more urgent his kiss became. His mouth ground itself against hers, devouring, seeking, and demanding her attention. Heat shimmered through her when his hand closed around her supple breast, teasing the aching tip. If she left him to his devices, Peter would undoubtedly shimmy his way back down to her core for another taste. This time, she wanted to be the one to please him. A reward for only choosing her. Her mouth pulled away to catch her breath.

“Roll over,” she ordered. 

Peter did as he was told and flopped onto his back. The golden sun reflected off his damp chest with dancing light. It only served to highlight the perfect beauty of his toned body. She rose above him, joy filling her eyes at the sight. Her mouth lowered to sink her teeth into his shoulder, a teasing bite to awake his senses, and she laughed when she heard him hiss at the quick pain. He was her favorite plaything. 

Her hair feathered across his tanned skin, the result of hours spent working in the sun, as her lips trailed down his chest. The pads of her finger tips tickled over his sides, causing him to squirm, while she continued her slow descent to her prize. When she reached his tight stomach, she paused, resting her cheek above his belly button to gaze lovingly at the hard, throbbing shaft resting against his thigh. A familiar friend. Her fingers gently reached out to stroke over his length and wrap around his girth. Exploring him. Inquisitive, round eyes admired the beautiful sight he had to offer. The more she caressed him, the shorter his breaths became. 

“Would you like me to taste you, Peter?” She offered, knowing she was going to, but wanting to hear him say it. 

He took a shaky breath, “I’d prefer to have my mouth on you but do what you think is best.” 

She giggled. It was what he always said. He hated the idea of making her work for his pleasure but she never saw it as work. She adored feeling him against her tongue. He deserved to lay back and enjoy her talents. 

Her tongue teased over the glistening tip. Some days she would tease him for longer but, this morning, she could not wait. With a low moan, she took him into her mouth. His satin globe settled between her cheeks as she began to work him inch by inch down her throat. Peter was a mouthful but she could handle herself. She licked the sensitive underside of his head before swallowing him back down. Her head fell into a bobbing rhythm causing him to groan and lean back against the blanket. His eyes fixated on the colorful trees painting the deep blue sky above him. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend his morning. His hand fell down to grasp onto the back of her head. He took a fistful of her silky hair in his grip, helping ease her up and down in his lap. 

“That’s it,” he sighed. “Mm, you make me feel so nice.” 

She smiled around the mouthful of cock. She was starting to crave his praise. In a show of appreciation, she relaxed her throat and brought her lips all the way to his base. His curly patch of coarse pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose as he let out a loud whine. His hand held her head down for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, before pulling her back up with a fistful of hair. She took a quick gasp of air but almost immediately went straight back to tending to her lover. It didn’t take long for an all consuming heat to begin burning through him as her mouth treasured his manhood. Her lips were like magic. She could coax even the most powerful man to his knees with nothing but her tongue. His bottom clenched and rose from the ground, thrusting deeper, and meeting the downward plunge of her mouth. A quiet whimper fell from his lips as his breathing labored. 

They both knew he was close. Usually when he found his release, he would need to take a while before they could play again. Today, he wanted to save himself for her. As much as he would love to feel her swallow his every drop, he would not be denied the pleasure of emptying into her fiery heat. He would save everything he had for their love making. 

Peter carefully lifted her head from his shimmering, saliva drenched cock as she gave him a pout. He chuckled at the sight of her disappointment. 

“Not now,” he said, trying to resist her pleading eyes. “That’s not where I want to finish. I need it to be inside you.” 

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and a smirk spread across her pouty lips, “Never disrupt a woman from her work. Now you must pay the price. Catch me if you can!” 

She sprung up and darted off into the forest. Nymphs were known for their playful spirit and she was no exception. Peter couldn’t help but softly laugh to himself as he struggled to his feet. His body felt like it was on fire in need of a release and playing a game of chase was the last thing on his mind. Running naked through the forest wasn’t something he was used to until they met but it never phased her. She cared little for the ache in his lower half, only caring for him to play along. He knew better than to deny her of her fun. He followed the sounds of her laughter, catching flashing glimpses of her silhouette through the trees. It didn’t take long for him to gain on her. Peter was swift and agile. He was hot on her heels, her joyous laughter bathing over him, as she tried to loop him back to their blanket. Before she reached their place of rest, his arm extended and he lunged forward, wrapping around her waist to pull her tight against his chest. He gripped her hips to spin her around and shove her backwards, pinning her against her large, smooth boulder lining the river.

“Caught ya,” he smirked down at her. His sparkling eyes wandered lower to her heaving chest to eye her breasts as they lifted with each gasp for breath. Her skin was radiating with excitement and she felt like she was vibrating under him. She was the epitome of light. 

“You win,” she breathed. “That means I must be your prize.” 

She offered no resistance as his hands captured her wrists to pin them against the rock wall. His one hand was large enough to ensnare both her wrists in his single grasp. He pinned her there, watching her carefully, his expression turning hungry as his mouth watered. Anticipation shivered through her at the look in his eye. Dark and wickedly seductive. A provocative change from their usual warm, soft appearance. She wiggled against him, teasing him, rubbing on him, inciting him until he hissed through clenched teeth. The air shifted. The playful fire sizzled out into a needy desire. 

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded. “Tell me that you belong to me.” 

He caught her knee, shoving it to the side, and rubbed himself against her wet channel, drawing a restrained whimper from her. Her eyes widened at his touch. His free hand glided up her leg to delve between her thighs. She arched against the rock the moment he found her throbbing nub nestled between her lush folds. His fingers coaxed her clit until she whined and her legs trembled.

“Peter, please,” she gasped. He had never made her state her loyalty to him before. She always just assumed he knew she loved him most. She never knew he wanted her to actually say it out loud. The fire grew inside of her. She ground her hips against his finger, begging for something more.  

“Tell me,” he repeated. “Tell me what it is you want and tell me who owns your heart.” 

Her breath came in uneven pants. He was an expert with his fingers. She ached to feel him surging up inside of her, stretching her, filling her. Her slick coated his shaft sliding between her thighs as his fingers deftly toyed with her, keeping her on edge but never allowing her to peak. 

She gave a loud whine, finally allowing herself to give in to the feelings she’d been trying to suppress, “You! I need you, Peter! I love you. My heart belongs to you and only you. I don’t want anyone else! No one compares to you. You are my only love. You are the only one I truly crave. Please, please. I need you Peter. I want you to fill me, make me yours, give me your children and let me be a part of you forever.” Tears sprang to her pleading eyes. They pooled with a strange, leafy color and left hazy, green streaks down her cheeks. He’d never seen a nymph cry before. It was mesmerizing. 

A soft smile spread across his lips and he closed his eyes upon hearing her words, “I love you, too.” 

She fell forward, her wrists being released from his grasp, to throw her arms around his neck and seek out his waiting lips. He kissed her hard as he grabbed at her thighs to lift her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he pressed her back against the rock. He angled himself into her warm, welcoming channel and slowly pushed into her. A mewling cry fell from her lips as he pushed against her, his full thickness wedging into her tight entrance. The stretch was delicious and heavenly. He fit her beautifully like he was the perfect key to her lock. Everything about this human was tailored just for her. She couldn’t pretend any more. She belonged to Peter like he belonged to her.

“I love you,” she sighed. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Only you. When spring returns and I return with it, I will cover this forest floor in a carpet of white flowers as far as the eye can see. Each one will represent my adoration for you and lead you like a path straight back to me.” 

Her fingers tangled into the soft curls at the nape of his neck while she rested her forehead against his. He supported her with ease, hands gripping onto the soft flesh of her bottom, and closed his eyes to relish in her words of love. He had waited so long to hear them. They sounded better than he could have ever imagined. 

“I will make you mine forever,” he whispered straight into her ear. A promise. “We will have a family. I’ll move out to the forest and leave my life behind for you. I don’t care if I have to share you as long as you come home to me at night. We’ll find a way to make it work. Stay with me. Let me have you. All of you. Forever.” 

She shuddered at the thought of having Peter close to her for the rest of time. He would age. She would not. They could raise their children in the forest, they could be together for real. Finally. It wasn’t like a nymph to settle down but she couldn’t resist the allure of his safety. It was the most tempting offer she’d ever received. 

Before she could contemplate any further, Peter thrust her up against the rock. She cried out at the exquisite friction as he eased out of her only to drive up deep inside of her with heavy, powerful thrusts. He took her hard against the rock wall. He turned all his unspoken devotion into his lovemaking. Peter’s nails dug into the soft flesh of cheeks, holding her steady against him, as her back scraped over the rock's surface. She knew she’d be feeling the impact of it on her sensitive skin tomorrow morning but it would only serve to remind her of their risque meeting. Scratches of their love etched into her back. Her thighs curved around his while she gripped tightly onto fistfuls of his hair to keep her balance. His eyes burned with passion as he sunk into her with a burning need.

Peter tried to hold back a whimper but was unsuccessful. His bottom lip quivered. She could turn him from a fearless warrior into a shivering, begging mess in mere seconds. No one else had that kind of power over him. His strokes increased their tempo, forging a burning path between her thighs to her very core. His breath was ragged in her ear. She knew he was close. Long, powerful thrusts took over all of her senses until all she could see was Peter, all she could hear was his moans, and all she could feel was his cock driving into her. Her body yielded to his fierce possession. Each throbbing thrust seared her, branded her as his and only his, as he took her with a relentless determination.

“Fill me, Peter,” she cried. “Give me you children. Let me be tied to you forever.” 

His whine in response was quickly followed by a cry as pleasure seized him. His cock twitched inside of her, his seed spilling out as he took her with sharp, jerky thrusts, no longer in control of his actions, giving himself over to his body. 

Her head fell back, hitting into the hard rock, as she gave a cry of her own. Her wail of passion echoed off the trees, alerting the forest to her heightened senses. The wind picked up to swirl around them, cooling their sweat and tickling their skin, wrapping them in a hug to force them closer together. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck to hold her body taut against his. She clung to him like a bear clings to a tree trunk to escape danger. While she protected and looked after the forest, Peter protected and looked after her. She decided then and there that he was all she would ever need to satiate the hunger inside of her. Ecstasy tore through her body. Her sheath fluttered and quivered around his piercing sword, gripping him tightly to keep him in place, making sure she took everything he had to offer. 

They clutched each other tight, each breathing heavily, until she felt him begin to soften. He slid out of her with a quiet moan. She could feel some of him drip down her inner thigh and she finally untangled her legs from around his waist, settling with unstable feet on the earthy ground. His finger sought out her hair, damp with sweat, as he pushed it out from her eyes and over her shoulder. His lips fell down to her face, kissing away her tears slipping down her cheek. Happy tears. Tears of love. 

“Let me stay with you tonight,” he whispered against her lips, catching them with a kiss. “Lay with me while the day passes and the stars emerge. Tell me your favorite stories while I savor your taste and make my home between your thighs. Let me fall asleep to the sound of your beating heart. Tomorrow, you can start your slumber. Today, stay with me.” 

She smiled. Soft and warm. 

“Anything, Peter. Anything for you.”

[sbantyo]

Dad Bod, mom bod, parents bod, Idk

[starker-raving-mads]

Vampire Slayer AU

Peter Parker was Queen's resident vampire slayer.

Most of the time, it was pretty okay. He went to his cheerleading practice, he staked a few vamps around the graveyard, and he hung out with his besties in between. Steve and Bucky were inseparable, of course, and Wanda and her boyfriend Vis were doing their whole wican-witch thing which was pretty cool, and Strange - the vampire who was obsessed with him in like a byronic hero kind of way, weirdly - followed him around like a puppy any time he was outside of his apartment or school.

It was, well, an existence he supposed.

But his favorite part of the day was hanging out in the library with Mr. Stark. Stark was his Watcher (which sent a thrill through Peter like nothing else the first time the man had said it, making him think about all the things he could watch him do) and the gang's resident tech-and-occult expert. The man was like sex incarnate and Peter could not resist from flirting with him.

Innuendos made while bending over a library table to read out of an ancient text.

Cheerleading skirt riding a little too high on his thigh, showing off his spanx.

Pulling the older man closer than was necessary when danger turned their way.

Peter was obsessed. The rest of the gang didn't get it, insisted that Mr. Stark saw him as "just some kid" or even "you're like a son to him" but Peter saw the way Stark's eyes followed him. The dark want that shadowed his face whenever Peter did something particularly clever or flexible. How the man hid behind the library counter when Peter came in, dripping from his post-workout shower.

And if the teen was anything, it was ambitious and willing to go after what he wanted. And, oh, how he wanted his Watcher.

[raml-s-headcanons]

Spideypool "The phone number" 1/1 (or 1/2 idk yet)

Ever since Spider-Man gave Deadpool his number "for emergency calls only, okay?" three days passed.

Wade was SO patient. So so so! Patient, therefore someone should reward him. And Wade decided to be this man, because who'll else?

Everyone who knows Wade for at least one or two days could quickly note, that he has a little nice feral crush over Spider-Man. Everyone except maybe for Spider-Man himself. Of course Wade determined to make "texting Spider-Man immediately" his reward.

That's not actually that emergency, but to be honest Wade didn't say Spidey "okay" back then. So that doesn't count, right? And ALSO he has a little crafty plan.

Wade took his phone and copied the number from the phone book. That was the step number one. Now he's gonna check every possible messenger in the world and find the one where Spidey sign in. That way it wouldn't be a call. Or even a strict boring SMS. Completely another way of communication, even completely un-forbidden for unserious texting!

Well, turns out Spider-Man doesn't like popular apps that's for sure. And Wade on his twelfth try? Maybe he wasn't exaggerating about every possible messenger before. Or Spidey is that creep who avoids everything except SMSs. Or he just have two numbers.

Anyway Wade's a bit down but still downloads every other app on the list in the market. He's almost asleep when he sees a little funny profile picture in the results. Could it be THE Spider-Man? Is it real or Wade's already sleeping or daydreaming?

{nightdreaming?}

[That would be just sleeping.]

"Oh shit. Guys, what should I text him?"

[Should you text him at all? We're not at risk.]

{I can set up us some risking!!!}

"No, thank you. I'll just go the usual way"

{I pity you}

[Don't. I assume he likes the result by the amount of times he does this.]

"Hey!! This is your friendly neighborhood Deadpool Wade Wilson! Don't ask me how i found this app." Send message. "How and why the fuck he chose this messenger? It's a piece of shit. Every button works only if you press it in the corner what."

[Don't ask us big guy, i still don't convinced it's not our wet dream.]

{I can make this our wet dream!!!}

[Please no.]

"A-and he already is.... Why you even can somehow by your will making us horny?"

{Im natural ladies}

"Not the kinks, fucker!"

[Don't start with the "babygirls", we're waiting a message from Spidey.]

"Oh shit. Right."

Wade's trying not to think about tightening feeling in their belly and looking at the phone.

"OH SHIT. Spidey actually responded!"

"Wade?........." 02:14

"How THE FUCK you found this app?" 02:14

"........." 02:16

"It isn't an emergency right?" 02:17

"Is 'i just wanted to hear your voice' counts as an emergency?" Send message.

[Jesus, he didn't think even a second.]

"And i asked you not to ask about the app 👉👈" Send message.

"Also this's just so shitty why are you here?" Send message.

"I needed to copy emojis from the other app just to put it here" Send message.

"Umm, guys is he ignoring us?"

{yes!}

[It's only been two minutes.]

"That's exactly what I'm saying! He's a young man! Young people writes as fast as shit"

{Guys shush!! Hes texTING!!}

"🖕" 02:24

[That's fair.]

"That's not..."

Wade waits sometime, not exactly sure what should he answers to that. It's not quite double-meaning message. Only if he's of course not trying to offer sexual activity.

[He's not.]

"He's not..." {Lads, you do you but ima going to jerk off real quick and go to sleep. Are you with me?}

[Sure.]

"Eeeh, fuck it. Let's go"

"Nighty, Spidey <3" Send message.

{Aww, look at this pathetic little girl}

Wade puts his hand down his pants.

[starkwub]

Pov: Peter late at night watching the sensual YouTube videos of anonymous men downing beers till they struggle to sit up-right enough to turn the camera off, and not knowing that his favorite was the ever so illusive, yet still wildly famous, Tony Stark

Drew this last night and decided to keep it mostly sketchy and loose since I’ve been in a bit of a art/writing block lately .__. So the perspective and just,,overall look might not be in tip top shape but that’s okay ha

(Also yes I did base Tony’s outfit off of the one he wore when first visiting Peter XD I mean god damn he was looking good as hell in that scene.)

[hanasnx]

would symbiote!peter have a piss kink? I lowkey feel like he would.

i giggled so sinisterly bcos i imagine the symbiote just makes pre-existing feelings more intense and therefore harder to control. which means regular pete has a piss kink. he prolly wasn’t ready to talk to you about it, or it didn’t get farther than you peeing on him in the shower and getting him hard.. but now it’s full blown. he’s underneath you between your knelt legs w an open mouth catching it all. he’s grabbing your hair and bringing you closer to his dick so he can aim his stream all over your face. he’s fucking your ass and proudly pissing in the gaping hole🫠

[ladyyystark]

Yeah, orgasms are good but...

That part of the fic where Bucky and Peter are in a nightclub and Bucky promises to take Peter to properly dance? To teach him how to swing? And he also promises to look for a place where they could dance to 40s music? And Peter is excited to do it?

Ohh my~ (˶◡‿◡)