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sinner-for-starker · 2 months
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Thinking about Daddy Tony fucking his son Peter's little pussy until he cries and tries to get away but Tony doesn't stop because he likes how his son's little pussy flutter and throb around his big cock whenever his baby boy cums.
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yanderestarangel · 2 months
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Okay, so I was thinking about yandere Peter B and Miguel O’Hara with FTM reader. Both men obsessed and possessive with them ever since they joined the society.
And they both share them. Kinks could be breeding, size difference, degradation, praising kink? Miguel could be a hard dom and Peter a soft dom. You could add more if ya like.
Your writing is absolutely amazing!
🕸️🕷️ 》 OUR LITTLE SPIDER || PETER B. PARKER AND MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER ||
A/N: I made it in headcanon format because I was too lazy to make a one shot, but I hope you like it.
THIS WAS A LITTLE TOO LONG SORRY--- ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.
TW: age gap, smut, yandere content, dark romance, daddykink, praise!kink, size!kink, possession, manipulation, ftm reader, betrayal, breed!kink, v!sex, anal!sex, overstimulation, kidnapping, blackmail, murder, aphrodisiac use, dub con, threesome, creampie.
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Being in the spidersociety was a big responsibility role for you, but you accepted it anyway, after all you had the sense of hero that each spider variant had. You didn't expect so much attention or flattery for you but that's what you received from two specific people ─ Miguel O'Hara, your boss and Peter B. Parker, the most peaceful and sweet spider man you met in Spider society. You swore you saw hearts form in the two older men's orbs simultaneously.
You quickly saw things escalate to a strange level. Miguel was very protective of you, even putting you on "easier" missions like staying at the spider society headquarters and giving him boring reports.
"You're safe here. Being a spider-man isn't just about battling villains, it's about learning responsibility. You're still a little spider, carinõ." the Mexican would speak as he gave you more papers to fill out. While on the other hand, Peter agreed with everything the leader said, complementing even more.
"Miguel is right, baby boy. You still have a lot to learn." The older man gestured excitedly and you accepted, defeated and sighing.
O'Hara watched everything with a chill passing through him, he tried not to let his thoughts speak loudly but he knew that Peter was also interested in you, just like the Mexican was.
"You shouldn't be so close to him, Peter. Your wife will be jealous." O'Hara hissed the words like venom coming out of his fangs, while the other spider-man just smiled relaxedly and looked at the younger man.
"You want to compete for him? Is that it Miguelito? You liked him too, didn't you? We can share." Peter spoke as he saw you oblivious to the dark conversation you were both having.
The proposal for a share was denied in the first instance, but every day it seemed more tempting for the spider leader, for several reasons. The main one was that you were getting closer to other spider variants and Peter, being more social, was keeping up with your pace ── at the same time that you realized that some spider variants no longer wanted to talk to you, if that variant presented romantic interest in you, they disappeared and came back with deep bruises, diverting topics with you and leading you to turn to Peter.
Little did you know that the nice family man was the cause of that. He was sick for you, to the point of abandoning his purposes and character ── you and his daughter were the only things that mattered to him at that moment, he told himself that he still loved Mary Jane... But he also loved you.
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Peter was getting rid of another spider variant using threats and pure blackmail to do so, but the poor victim that time had no chance after Miguel appeared and took out his fury on them. The tall man sloppily wiped the blood off his hands as he turned to Peter.
"Okay... I accept your proposal, let's share the ninõ." O'Hara spoke in a calm, cold and insane tone, while he saw Parker smile and nod his head ── after this previous peace agreement between them, it was his life's turn to become a sweet hell.
You had no one else inside or outside the spider society, Peter and Miguel were the only ones who spoke to you. (Peter's threat + Miguel's tyrannical power with the other spider variants in secret was the reason for his involuntary isolation.)
In addition to the fact that the Mexican used his entire database to find out about your family, friends and possible love interests outside the society he had control over ── some were bought with money, others were threatened and others... They were found in alleys and became news on TV channels.
Everything was falling apart in your life, even your college grades and your mental state and all you had left was the comfort of the two older men... Exactly as you both planned.
You ran into their arms while crying and venting ── an Oscar award was supposed to be presented to the duo, both of them pretended shock and indignation while you told them every detail. So when you were weakened enough, they acted, bringing you into their possession, protecting you from the cruel world that was made worse in their minds.
Compliments, gifts, words of positive affirmations and everything sweet and warm in the world they gave you. Miguel was more desperate for touch, placing you on his lap while he worked on the panels of the multiverse or giving you small, intimate but not vulgar kisses, something that asserted a silent and slow dominance ── away from curious eyes, after all he was still the leader of that society.
Peter on the other hand would give you more affection in public, you and him would even go for a walk together with mayday as a family, away from Mary Jane's eyes. He would also lie to you saying that he and his wife were separated and even show the old divorce paper to prove something to you... You were trapped in a spider web of lies and dirty manipulations.
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And when you realized, you were in a relationship with both men ── they asked you if it was okay for you to deal with both of them at the same time, which you denied, too drunk with pleasure to think about anything more than both filling you to the brim (an effect that was also the fault of the aphrodisiac Miguel had put in your drink that day.)
Peter's hands took off your spider uniform while O'Hara's thick hands went towards your wetness, playing roughly with your clit "mi hermoso" the spider leader growled in your ear as one of his thick fingers entered inside you, making you moan ─ at the same time that Peter sucked your nipples and gently squeezed your breasts, his experienced hands were working magic on your body. Raw kisses were left by the older man on your abdomen, as Parker knelt and licked your clit, helping O'Hara prepare you even more for what was to come.
"You're already dripping for us, aren't you? Such a good little slut." The tanned man teased as he stuck a second finger in your cunt, stretching you in scissor movements, back and forth. Peter got out on his knees as he captured your lips lightly moaning huskily against your flesh: "Such a beautiful and good boy for us... You make your daddies proud like that little spider." He said as Miguel pressed his hard, pulsing erection against your ass, making you moan loudly against the other man's lips.
The two bodies fit perfectly inside you, practically crushing you with their heat as you tried not to cum on O'Hara's fingers, but the effort was in vain as you felt him easily reach your cervix. You felt one of Peter's fingers soon find your other hole, making you moan even more against his lips.
"That's it, my spider boy. Show us how much you want it." The voices mixed together as you felt like you were going to explode at any moment and it actually happened ── you came, squirting onto Miguel's forearm and dripping onto the floor as all your muscles contracted involuntarily.
"I knew it was going to be a fucking squirt." The spider leader said, laughing, as you left for the next step ── you just left yourself there, your body for the two of them to use as they wanted, you just wanted to feel good and they would guarantee that.
With careful coordination and chemistry between the three of you, you found yourself sitting on Peter's lap, your back pressed against his chest as he guided his cock to your tight hole. Meanwhile, Miguel positioned himself at your front, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly entered your dripping pussy. "Te ves tan hermoso."
Peter couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction as he finally buried his cock deep inside your tight ass, the feeling of being completely enveloped by your warmth and tightness was overwhelming for him, he had to fight against the urge to just thrust into you with abandon. Instead, he took deep breaths to steady himself, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel incredible, baby boy. So tight and eager for me... You wanted that, didn't you? Being filled by two dicks, a greedy, needy boy..."
Miguel's primal instincts took over as he felt the tightness of your pussy around his cock, the blissful sensation causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. "I'm going to breed in that beautiful pussy of yours, boy... You're going to be our breed whore... We're going to always leave you full of cum, in that beautiful hole of yours." Miguel's hips moved in sync with Peter's, his thrusts gaining speed and force as he aimed to push you over the edge. "So beautiful and obedient, If you continue like this, being a good boy will be rewarded ok?.." the older man moaned as you felt Peter and Miguel's cocks stretch you to the edge, letting you drool on both of their cocks like an animal in heat. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you moaned their names. Parker and O'Hara continued their relentless thrusts, prolonging your orgasm and riding the waves of your ecstasy, but they hadn't stopped yet. Peter's thrusts grew more frantic as he felt your body convulse under him, the pleasure building within him as well. He knew that his release wasn't far behind.
"You're so damn tight, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna come--" His voice was filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency as he increased the pace of his thrusts. O'Hara felt his own release drawing near, your tight pussy milking his cock with each powerful thrust. His grip on your hips tightened as he neared his own climax. "Holy shit little boy, you're really going to get pregnant with us, aren't you?" As both men reached their climaxes, they filled you with their seed. Peter's hot cum filled your tight ass, while Miguel's release spilled into your pussy, marking you as theirs. Their bodies shuddered as they reached their peaks, their gazes locked on yours. Nothing needed to be phallus, not when both of your eyes reflected their red, sickly hearts, surrounded by possession and pleasure for you.
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havensins · 11 months
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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,”
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l1tw1ck · 11 months
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Because of a Party
bottom!ftm!tasm!Peter Parker x top!masc reader
🕷️ Word Count: 1,843 🕷️
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↳ [REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Version]
CW: Dub-Con (Dry Humping), Drunkenness, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Biting, Marking
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Peter and Gwen have been friends for a few years and most people think Peter’s in love with her. But in reality, he's in love with you. You don't talk to him much, you have your own group of friends and he's a year older so you never even considered becoming his friend. Peter's been content with just watching you from afar since he’s convinced he has no chance with you. He figured nothing would happen and you’d just be an old crush in a few years.
All that changed when Gwen heard you were going to a party. She asked if Peter could come with you because he spends all his time studying and working. You figured you should get along better with who you think is going to be your sister’s future boyfriend so you agreed.
Now you're at your friend’s house and Peter drank way too much in an attempt to ease up and enjoy the party. You didn't know until it was too late and at this point you're too drunk to bring him home so you ask your friend for help. He gives you the key to one of the guest bedrooms so he can sober up.
You drop Peter onto the bed and sit down next to him. He shimmies out of his uncomfortable jeans, leaving him in just his underwear. Peter mumbles your name and pulls you onto your back to make you lie down with him. You turn your body to look at him, your faces too close together for both of your comforts. You look into his eyes and wait for him to speak but instead of talking, he goes in for a kiss. You’re not sure why, but you actually reciprocate the kiss. Peter has no idea what he's doing but you can't tell, and even if you could you're too drunk to care. He pulls your pants down just enough to grope your bulge and get you hard. He moves his hand away and wraps his leg around yours, adjusting himself so that his pussy is right against your boner. He starts to desperately rub his cunt against you, humping you at an unnaturally fast pace.
You pull away from the kiss. “Peter..”
“[Name]–” He gasps. “Fuck- mmh~” He throws his head back. He moves like he's never touched himself before, it's clear that he's enjoying himself. He whimpers as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. “yes! yes!”
You let him bring himself to his completion, watching as he comes from humping you. He looks so irresistible like this. You gulp, trying to hold back all the urges you have right now.
Peter calms down and lies on his back. Before you can even speak he passes out, leaving you to take care of your boner by yourself. You sigh. At least this won't be the last time you see him.
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Your family’s flying to England to visit Gwen’s new choice of college. She decided New York wasn't giving her what she needed so she applied and got a full scholarship. She’s moving in the summer but your parents wanted to help her find a new place. Your brothers wanted to come along too. You stayed back because you wanted to talk to Peter about the party. You’ve seen him a few times but you never had the chance to get him alone but now's the perfect time. It's especially perfect if that conversation leads to something more.
You invited him over under the guise of needing help with science homework, since you assume that he's forgotten all about the party.
Your original plan was to have a civil conversation but now that he's right in front of you, you don't know what to say. You bring him to your room, planning to wait for a better moment to talk about it.
“Do you remember anything that happened during the party? My memory kind of stopped at some point and I woke up with a splitting headache.”
You turn around. “You don't remember?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Anything?” You step closer to him. He shakes his head again. “You were all over me at the party.”
His eyes widen. What did he do?
You lean into his ear. “You were rubbing yourself on my cock and acting like a desperate whore. You didn't even let me come.” You chuckle at the last part.
His cheeks are even redder than before. The visual you just gave him is setting him on fire. Was he clothed? Or did he rub his bare cunt on you? The thought is driving him insane.
“You’ll make it up to me though, right?”
Peter nods. He can't even begin to describe how he feels, he might just explode.
“Get on your knees.” You order. He quickly sinks down to the floor and pulls your pants down. “That's a good boy.” You praise him. He's surprised at how much his body reacted to hearing that, he's already soaking wet. He slowly tugs on the waistband of your underwear, almost scared to see what's underneath. He looks up at you then back at your bulge before impulsively shoving your boxers down.
“shit..” He gasps. You're definitely well endowed. He holds it in his hand and gently licks the tip. He wraps his lips around your girth and slides his mouth down almost to the hilt. He moves backwards and forwards, sucking your cock feverishly. He doesn't have any experience but he's determined to make you feel good. Even though he's not experienced, it feels amazing. Just seeing him and his eagerness is enough for you. He looks adorable doing it.
“That’s right, you’re doing so well, baby.” You murmur, running your hands through his hair. Peter blushes and looks up at you, shivering when he sees your expression. He closes his eyes and speeds up his movements. He can't believe that he's in this situation. He’s dreamt and fantasized about being with you for years and now it's finally a reality. He thanks his drunken self for getting you interested in him. “Peter-” You breathe out.
He pulls away from you and jerks you off. “Mmh?” He looks up at you.
“‘M gonna come-” You warn. His eyes widen and he quickly goes back to sucking you off. He wants to swallow it. Your peak comes even faster when you realize his intentions. Peter swallows your cum happily, enjoying your taste. He pulls away and looks at you with a small smile. God he’s so cute.
You help him stand up and bring him to his bed. “Is this your first time?” You ask, taking your shirt off. Peter nods, taking his clothes off too. “I’ll be gentle.” You promise.
“You don't have to be.” He smiles. “Be as rough as you want. I can take it.” The room starts to get hotter.
“Oh yeah?” You smirk, running two fingers down his cunt before slowly pushing them inside of him. “I think you overestimate yourself.”
“I disagree.” He grabs your wrist and pushes your fingers in all the way, a soft moan leaving his lips. “I think it's the other way around.”
“Really now?” You move closer to his face. “Why don't we find out?” You angle your fingers a certain way, hitting his g spot exactly and causing him to moan. Before Peter can get another word out, you hit it again. And again, and again. You give him a break and move your face in between his legs. Your tongue against his clit runs a shiver up his spine. His eyes widen when your tongue enters him. He knew it’d feel good but not this good!
“Fuck!” He cries out. “Oh- [Name]~!” He throws his head back and lifts his hips. “Li- like that! Oh my God–”
Out of embarrassment, Peter grabs a pillow and brings it to his face. You’d like to hear him but you don't want to force anything out of him. He practically screams into the pillow. He feels like he's floating. He needs more. More. More. More! More! Yes! Peter feels his entire body react to the feeling of your tongue against his pleasure spot. Slick suddenly gushes out of him like he had a secret water gun in between his legs. He’s never had an orgasm this powerful before. He wants to feel it again.
You pull away from him and wipe your face. “You really liked that, huh?”
Peter moves the pillow away and nods. “I loved it.”
You hold your aching cock, pre cum dribbling out of it steadily. He can see how horny and desperate you are, he has a good estimate of how rough you're gonna be and he's so fucking ready.
“You don't have any plans for tomorrow, do you?” You ask, sliding a condom on.
He shakes his head quickly.
“Good. Because I don't think you’ll be able to go anywhere once I’m done with you.” You ease yourself inside him. You grab his legs and fold him in half. “Ready?”
“Fuck yes– AH~!” He moans loudly as you ram into him like there's no tomorrow. He doesn't even consider the fact that your neighbors can most definitely hear him and you're enjoying this too much to silence him. He looks down at his cunt, loving the way your cock slides in and out of it, then up at you.
“You feel so good, Peter.” You praise him in between breaths, leaning in to kiss his neck and make hickeys. He moves to expose more of his neck to you, encouraging you to continue. You stop sucking his neck and Peter can hear your heavy breathing even more clearly. He doesn't know why but he loves it.
“Bi- bite me~” He places his hand on your head and urges you to do it. It doesn't take you any convincing, you sink your teeth into his neck, almost deep enough to draw blood but not quite. He lets out a loud, breathy moan and comes. You slow down your thrusts, taking in the feeling of his pussy convulsing around you. “Hah– keep- keep going..”
You pull out, making him whine, and flip him onto his stomach. You raise his ass and slide back into him. You grip his waist and roughly fuck into him. Peter rolls his eyes back, his moans muffled by the pillow. He feels like he’s on cloud nine. He can barely think properly. You lean forward and graze your teeth against his neck. Peter’s breath hitches in response. You bite him again, his pussy squeezing you tight. You create a plethora of hickeys and bite marks all over his back, leaving the two of you with something to admire in the morning. “Gonna come..” You moan, slowing down. You thrust into him a few more times before stopping and filling up the condom with your spend.
You pull out and take off the condom, throwing it in the trash. Peter looks at you, his face flushed. “Felt so good..” He smiles.
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mlm-writer · 7 months
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Test Ride Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)
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Pairing: Peter Parker (TH ver.) x Android Reader (with a robovagina) Rating: Explicit Words: 1189 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 10 - Robotfucking Note: A sequel to a piece I did for kinktober 2020. Reader is a robot and has no gender. Last time reader got a robopenis and I thought it only fair to give reader a robovagina this time. Reader's chest is unmentioned. Tags: robotfucking, unnecessary use of fancy words to make it more sci-fi, at least I don't put 'quantum' in front of everything to make it science, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, safeword ignored(?), robot tentacles as restraints, vibrating pussy, nipple play and software/hardware updates gone ' wrong'
A new HUD interface greeted you as you booted up after your last upgrade. Your physical statistics and environmental parameters were found in new places, but that mattered little. Your optics activated after a short delay, visual input now also available to you. Your creator stood before you, his lips moving, but you received no audio input. “Audio module connection failed,” you replied to whatever he said. You saw him curse, or at least that was your best prediction of what his expression conveyed. He motioned your head down. You bent at the hips, allowed him to unplug and reconnect your audio modules. 
Once the cables reconnected, you could hear Peter clearly. “Please, don’t be ruined, please don’t be ruined,” he muttered to himself. 
“All modules operational,” you informed him. He jumped at your voice, but let out a sigh of relief right after. “Awaiting command,” you added. As per usual after an update, Peter started poking and prodding your frame, confirming your sensory input was still operational. When he was done testing your basic functions, he dragged you to his bed. 
“Program D.O.M. version V, please,” he spoke nervously. You detected an increase in heart rate and blood flow to the genitals. You confirmed the break command, as it was standard protocol, before you could execute the D.O.M. program. Once the safety protocols were satisfied, you had your digits on Peter’s clothes. You unbuttoned his flannel, revealing his pale chest underneath. There was minor bruising, but a quick scan revealed no serious injuries that were contraindications to the program. You pushed him onto the bed and started running your tongue over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples. 
Peter whimpered as you played with his chest, artificial tongue and teeth taking turns with your digits pinching his sensitive nubs. You kept track of his arousal, only stopping your onslaught once his involuntary noises got a little louder. You sat up, retracting your pelvic panel and rubbing your wet hole over Peter’s crotch. He whined as you slowly soaked through his jeans and underwear, until he could feel your wetness on his cock through his clothes. “Please, I need to be inside you,” Peter eventually moaned, his mind tethering on the edge of madness. 
He was hard underneath you, so you deemed him ready for the next stage. With superhuman deftness, you removed his clothes until he was naked on the bed. His cock protruded from his body, the tip red and leaking. You wrapped a servo around his rod, stroking slowly as to tease him. When he started thrusting into the tightness, you placed your other servo on his hip, your mechanical strength counteracting his. He was forced to only take what you gave, which was exactly what he programmed you to give. It was not enough to get him even remotely close to orgasm, but the build-up was perfect to make him start begging. Once the begging got frequent enough, you proceeded on to the next stage; you mounted him, letting his cock slide into your wet and soft hole. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as you rode him at a decent pace. “Please, give me more, I’ve been good. I will be even better, I swear.” 
His moans filled the room. You took his dick all the way inside and paused on top of him. “I will grant you more. However, unpermitted orgasms will be reciprocated with punishment.” He nodded, promising he would not cum. You decreased the elasticity of your inner walls, giving him a tighter squeeze as you proceeded to ride him. Your movements were quicker than before, fully intending to make him cum without permission. Peter was moaning to the ceiling, eyes squeezed closed sometimes and other times wide open. His mouth stayed wide open, tongue peeking over his lower lip. 
Just as predicted, your inner sensors detected his cum painting your inner workings. You rode him until the spurts seized. Then you planted yourself firmly on him. Tendrils extended from your body and wrapped around his appendages. “You have disobeyed my orders,” you stated as you held him down and turned on the vibrations of your inner walls. Peter wailed as his sensitive cock was forced to endure the intense vibrations. He writhed against your restraints, but not even his super strength could remove you. Just like he had begged you before to fuck him, he was now begging for your mercy. You bent your upper body, putting a servo around his throat. You put a little pressure on the blood vessels below his jaw. Tears poured down Peter’s eyes as you forced a second orgasm out of him. You detected more cum inside you as he cried out. 
After his second orgasm, you ran a scan on him, the analysis showing that he had enough. You removed your servo from his throat and turned off the stimulation or at least… attempted to. “Error: deprecated code, V-module unresponsive.” You stated, your tendrils no longer retracting and your hole vibrating on and on. 
“What?” Peter exclaimed, clearly in panic. You ran a diagnostic check, your hole trying to reboot by first ramping the vibrations all the way up, so it could be brought down again. Peter screamed during the process, his brain unable to process the stimulation. 
The tactic worked fine, but the module got stuck again at the same level of vibrations you started at. “Tendril module interfering with V-module. Attempting tendril reboot.” Peter did not perceive a word you said. As the tendrils rebooted, they lifted up a little, Peter’s body now hanging in the air except for his pelvis, where you still sat, vibrating his cock. 
Peter cried, feeling like his brain had melted away from the intense pleasure. “Stark! Stark!” He screamed the break command. You tried to terminate the program immediately, but the backlog of reboots and diagnostic checks made it impossible. Your creator, against your predictions, came again, barely a drop of cum leaving him. He kept screaming, trying to get through to you. Just after his third orgasm, you regained control of the tendrils. In a flash, they were retracted and you uncoupled the module for now. 
Peter’s cock was gradually turning limp inside of you. The poor boy was hoarse from screaming. Without the tendrils, you regained full control, the vibrations stopping instantly. “Thank you, thank you,” Peter whispered over and over as you lifted your frame off him. 
“Program D.O.M. paused,” you stated, “do you wish to continue after a delay or shall I proceed with aftercare protocols?” 
Peter laid starfish-style on the bed. His chest was heaving. He could use some aftercare, but it was hard to trust you right now. “Terminate the program all together,” he groaned, “initiate shutdown.” A second later, he was met with the sound of your vents shutting down and your pelvic plate closing to protect what was behind it. He was left in silence. As far as updates went, it still wasn’t as bad as that time Windows went from XP to Vista. He counted it as a win.  
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roachesbf2 · 11 months
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Peter B Parker x Male reader Headcanons (18+, FtM Peter)
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Peter's divorce he became a messy guy, with his home life, social life, and work life. Being a close friend you always offered to help him out with anything but he always felt bad accepting your help. He was a grown ass man and he could get himself back on his own two feet himself. It's not like he tried to push you away purposely but it was so embarrassing to admit when he needed help even when it was obvious to anyone else.
But sometimes being messy isn't a bad thing because good lord does his pussy make a mess on your face that you can't help but blush profusely at his reactions. At first he was very embarrassed and every few minutes on instinct would try to pull himself away because it was such a new feeling. You gotta grab at his love handles because he's so squirmy the first few times.
After a while though he's totally shameless, he loves riding your face or pulling at your hair to encourage you to keep going. He’ll moan and huff out a “Fuck give daddy what he wants,” Whenever he gets close, clutching his thighs righter around your face. By the time you separate, your face is a sloppy mess, a single string of saliva still connecting you before Peters grabbing at your face and initiating a makeout. He moans in between the kiss and his hands are all over your body, as yours are all over his as well. 
He loves the way you trail kisses from his stomach to his aching cunt. You make a mess of marks on his stomach to his happy trail, it’s not his most sensitive part but he still gets shy over the act. Having him groan out loud as you finger his sloppy cunt, pressing kisses and praise on his stomach, all while tears are forming on his eyes from overstimulation. 
Most of these encounters are at your own apartment/house because it’s the only way to get Peter to accept your help. So after you’re done fucking him silly and leave him boneless he’s forced to eat some healthy food you prepared for him before hand, making sure he’s taken a good warm shower, and having some proper sleep in the comfiest pajamas you have to offer him. He knows what you’re doing but right now, he’s not gonna complain about getting the world's best aftercare.
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SPIDERNOIR WITH A A FTM READER ??
Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x ftm reader
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Peter is from the 1930s, so sadly there probably isn’t much medical treatment you can get done. That doesn’t mean you can’t wrap your chest, though you would have to do it in unhealthy ways. You would also wear men’s clothes and have your preferred hairstyle.
Peter would have no issue with you being trans, though he wouldn’t fully understand it in the beginning but would support you anyways.
Because it’s the 30s you two can’t be open about your relationship to the public out of the dangers it poses, but in your own home you are able to be yourselves and be together.
If you guys are together you are most likely his MJ because that’s something every spiderman has to some extent, at least all peters seem to have an MJ. MJ is a very gender neutral nickname too which would help with dysphoria or confusion.
Peter is smart, so he would find a way to help you bind your chest in more healthy ways, if you wanted to bind your chest. He wouldn’t be able to get you hormone treatment because I don’t think that was a thing at the time, but he will help you with voice training.
He could also help you in working out to build more muscle to be more masc presenting if that’s what you wanted. You guys just convince the outside world you’re just a guy with a smoother face, smaller hands, and a higher voice, no one really questions it.
When he joins the spider alliance he learns that being trans is actually a common thing, and it would lead him down a longer path to learn as much about it as possible.
He gets you a binder with the help of some of the other spider-people, and is able to get you both literature and books about it so you can both learn about it.
Up until then you most likely didn’t have a way to explain what you were, but knowing there were people out there like you helped you and peter a lot. It meant Peter had someone to ask questions, and you had someone to bond with.
Because Peter would most likely bring you with him to the headquarters because he knows how helpful it would be, and maybe to have you seen by some more futuristic doctors who could give you the treatment you want, in case you want it.
But no matter what, Peter would love you anyways. Whether you bind, or don’t. whether you want hormones or not. He would always respect you, your pronouns, and however you decide to present yourself.
He’s just smitten with you like any person of Peter is with their partner, this also makes him quite protective during your day to day, because the world is dangerous. Both because of his work as spiderman, but also because the world isn’t so accepting of people like you.
He isn’t overbearing though, and he tries not to be too much, since he knows you can protect yourself If you need too.
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thegayspencerreidstan · 7 months
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i just found ur blog and ur amazing, utterly. my request is for Aaron hotchner x autistic ftm reader, but I know you said you get a lot of Spencer asks so if you don't want to do criminal minds, a peter parker x autistic ftm would also be rlly nice :) take care of yourself!!
Tysm for this request,,,I'ma do Peter Parker because he's so bbg (for everyones knowledge...I only do Andrew Garfield Peter Parker)
AG!Peter Parker X Ftm Autistic reader
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You and Peter were chilling at his place, of course, you knew he was Spiderman, and because you were neurodivergent, you had to refrain from revealing his identity went someone spoke about spiderman, considering your fixation on Spiderman, aswell as Peter, Peter, of course, knew you were trans and autistic, but neither of these bothered him, especially considering he had a slight feeling he might also be autistic.
But anyways, you and Peter were working on a science project on one of the most basic subjects ever, Volcanos, because your teacher chose that, which upset the both of you considering how boring and basic it was, but neither of you complained too much since you knew the teacher wouldn't change it.
"so...do you want to do a PowerPoint, a speech...or something like a model?" Peter asked, glancing at you with a small smile, you shrugged your shoulders, yawning, it had been a rather long day, and you needed to remove your binder, but you also didn't want to, Peter sighed, walking over to you, he gently kissed your neck, smiling "let's get your binder off...and then you can borrow one of my hoodies or something-" he murmured, of course, the mentioning of hoodies was enough to convince you, so Peter slipped your shirt and binder off, being gentle of course, he took his hoodie off, slipping it onto you, it smelt just like him, which made it so much better.
Peter grabbed your shirt and binder, folding them and placing them on his bedside table, he glanced at his desk before looking back at you, smiling "the project can wait..right now..I think you deserve some cuddles-" he chuckle, laying down on his bed with you, his arms cradling your body against his, his lips occasionally pressing gentle kisses against your neck, cheek and forehead, it wasn't long later that you both fell asleep, to which aunt may walked in, seeing you both asleep, she smiled, closing the curtains for you both before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
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anarchysmut · 8 months
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trans!peter b parker has a pussy slapping kink. He desperately needs his pussy slapped in order to have an orgasm. Sure, he can cum without it but it's more intense that way. I'm talking full on spasming, body twitching, pussy squirting and clenching orgasm.
And of course he needs you to slap his leaking cunt, you just make it feel so good. He may be laying on the bed like a pillow prince that he is, taking your cock so well, but feeling his orgasm approaching he'd shyly look you in the eyes and ask "could you please slap my pussy 🥺👉👈". He's a menace. Or! Even better if you do it suddenly. Just fuck him so good he loses his voice then pull out and harsly lend a few slaps on his pussy. Gosh, he'd make the sluttiest face you ever seen. His eyes wide, mouth agape in a silent scream, muscles tensing as he squirts all over the sheets.
Or another scenario where you eat him out, buried deep in his cunt, and peter thinks he can't take it anymore, that he's going to break, and then you just slap his pussy a couple of times, not too rough but with enough strength to make his eyes roll to the back of his scull, and peter does break. Tears well in his eyes, running down his fucked out face, and he desperately tries to back away from your hand yet he doesn't want you to stop and ends up blabbering for you to slap his "slutty cunt so that he squirts all over your face".
Man of my dreams 🥵
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starz-n-spirals · 9 months
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here's my first ever tumblr drabble!!
(ftm) Peter B. Parker x male reader
bodyworship bc I fucking love his body RAAAAHHH
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You and Peter had been high school sweethearts, and your four year wedding anniversary was just days away. He couldn't help but be a tad insecure, actually scratch that, he was feeling very insecure recently. You knew all about his secret identity as Spider-Man, and supported him through it. Even when he decided to take a small break from it to focus on you. He had gained a fair amount of weight since, faint stretch marks adorning his hips and pudgy stomach. He hated it. He was currently staring into the full length mirror that was stationed by the closet, poking and prodding at his squishy stomach.
"Pete? Where are you?" you call out, dropping your keys in their respectful place on the shelf by the front door.
He flinches at the sound of your voice, not wanting to see him so.. weak (his own words)
"In here, doll" He beckons from the bedroom. You follow the sound into the bedroom, quickly taking in the sight of him, shirtless and in front of the mirror.
"What's all this about?" You tilt your head in confusion. 
"Ah, I was just.." He trails off, trying to come up with an excuse before letting out a small dejected sigh. "I've been struggling with.. liking my body recently" He finally pipes up.
You frown, walking up behind him and placing your hands onto his plush hips.
"I'm sorry, angel. I know how that is" You squeeze his hips reassuringly, placing a few tender kisses to his neck. "I think I can help" You offer, a sly smile playing across your lips.
"Yeah? How's that?" He cranes his neck to look at you, clearly interested. 
"Let me show you how much I love your body, Pete. Would that be alright?" You purr, running your hands along the sides of his torso, sending a shiver down his spine.
"I- Yeah, sure" He replies, trying to seem nonchalant, but can't deny the sickening swirling in his stomach at your words.
"Hm, good choice" You hum, squeezing his hips and pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. God, you always knew how to make him melt.
You lead him to the bed, pushing him onto the mattress gingerly and settling in between his legs. Your hands roam across his body, tracing every stretch mark and freckle. No part of his body would be left untouched by the end of tonight.
"So pretty, Pete" You mumble, kissing across his chest, lingering over his top surgery scars, and finally down to his stomach. His back arches instinctively at the contact, and he bites down on his lower lip, as to not let any sounds slip out. You run your hands along his thighs, squeezing gently as you kiss down his stomach.
He fucking whines. And oh, god, what a heavenly sound it was. You pause for a moment, smirking devilishly up at him.
"Can i?" A question you already knew the answer to, as you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.
"Yeah- yeah, please" He nods, his cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink. You grin, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, taking note of the small glistening stain adorning the briefs.
"Fuck, you're so wet already" You chuckle, breath ghosting over his now exposed cunt.
"Please.." He whines, looking down at you, his beautiful brown eyes glinting with desperation.
"In a minute" You mutter, pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs. Those kisses quickly turn into hickeys, which turn into bites. Peter can do nothing but grip the sheets underneath him, whining your name hoping that you'll be merciful and give him what he wants.
It seems as if his prayers were answered when you press a sweet kiss to his clit, rubbing his thighs comfortingly.
He lets out a low groan, tangling his fingers into your hair and pressing his puffy clit against your lips.
"Behave" You mumble, licking a flat stripe across his slit.
He keens, gripping tightly onto your hair and fighting with his life to not wrap his legs around your head.
You hum contently, attaching your lips to his clit once more, suckling gently. You continue this for a bit, eliciting sweet moans and whines from the man underneath you. But that doesn't seem to be enough for you, so you slip two digits into sopping cunt. Peter moans loudly at this. You continue your relentless assault on his clit, along with curling your fingers inside of him.
"oh, oh, fuck" He whines, bucking his hips slightly.
Found it. You can't help but smirk slightly, speeding up the pace at which your fingers are thrusting into him. The room is filled with the heavenly whines and pleads for more, along with the wet squelching of your husband's cunt.
This continues on for a few more minutes, as you notice Peter's moans and pleads getting more desperate, louder.
You pull away from his clit for a moment, looking up at him with lust blown pupils. "Gonna cum f'me, handsome?" You purr, continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of him.
"Fuck- fuck, yes, just- keep going" He begs lifting his hips slightly off the bed, as if to tempt you.
Of course, you oblige, attaching your lips back onto his clit and sucking fervently.
He practically wails tugging harshly on your hair as he cums, absolutely drenching your chin. You stay there for a bit, licking fat stripes across his clit to prolong his orgasm. Finally, you pull away, removing your fingers as well, and licking them clean.
You rest your head on his stomach, beaming up at your husband.
"You're perfect, y'know that? I wouldn't have you any other way." You look at him, nothing but admiration and love in your eyes.
"Thank you.. for everything, for loving me, being here.." He smiles, pulling you up against him and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"You don't need to thank me, Peter. I love you wholly, and unconditionally" 
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miguel-owhora · 5 months
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spiderdads but peter's fighting for his life as he depends on his spider sense to keep him alive as miguel tries to eat him whilst they fuck
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evsstolenhearts · 4 months
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Summary: you left your chest binder on for way to long, and Peter has you change
College!TASM!Peter Parker x ftm!college!reader | 894 words | no y/n
Warning: over wearing of a binder
A/N: 1st off, I was in different mode than usual so reader is written slightly different than I usually write. 2nd, so short, very very fluffy, very very domestic. 3rd, I did not have energy to make a header, and might stop doing those, idk yet
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Peter has been looking all over the campus for you. Earlier you has met up for a late lunch, but that was nearing nine hours ago. So, since Peter is finally leaving the lab to go home to the apartment you share, he is hoping to find you and have a peaceful night before he patrols, even if it's technically ten at night.
After checking the usual spots for you, he finds him self at one of the libraries. And there you happen to be.
Hunched over your computers, books, and papers. Posture as horrible as ever, headphones smooshing your hair, and completely dead to the world.
Walking up to you, Peter softly taps his hand on the desk to get your attention. Looking up at Peter from were you sit, your eyes seem to dilate, but he's probably just hallucinating it.
"Hey, pretty boy. You ready to go home?" Peter asks with a lopsided smile as you take off your headphones.
"Oh- yes, yes. Let me just get my stuff, and I already checked out this book," you get up from your seat and begin to put everything in your bag, "so I think I have everything."
"That's good," Peter grabs your bag before you can put it on and then kisses you before you can argue.
"I'm hungry." You say softly as you break apart from the kiss.
Peter laughs softly, both of you walking out of the campus library, "do we have anything at home?"
You take a second to think back. You guys got lunch from the cafeteria this afternoon, and it's long sense closed by now, and you honestly don't remeber the last time either of you went grocery shopping. "I don't think we do, no."
"Wanna pick something up on the way back? I think that Hawaiin place is still open."
"Ooo, yeah! That sounds really good."
And so you do, by the time you make it back to the apartment, you are holding bags of food and Peter has your book bags.
The coming home routine seems natural. Peter dumps the book bags in the bedroom, you bring the food to the coffee table, and you both find yourselves back in the kitchen to get drinks.
"Pleasure seeing you here, sir," Peter smiles as he leans on the kitchen counter as you get your drunk, "you come here often?"
A smile overtakes your features, "I do try to make a habit of it." You look back at him as you finish getting your drink and begin to walk to the living room couch.
"Thank goodness for that, because I definitely need to see more of you around." Peter over dramatically winks as he comes to join you.
You each get straight to eating. Chatting over the show that plays, over classes, and anything else that comes to mind. With in an hour, you are both finished with dinner and cuddling on the couch.
Peter is laid flat, which your body completely on top of his, head resting on his shoulder as you half watch the show, and have doze off to the sound of Peter's breathing.
Peter's hands slowly make their way under your shirt, rubbing comfortably over your skin, until he pauses at a feeling of something under your shirt.
"Baby?" His voice is soft as to not startle you out of your peaceful state.
You hum in acknowledgment, for him to continue what he wishes to say.
"How long have you had your binder on?" His voice is laced with concern as his hands lay over the peice of clothing.
You stay quite for a moment before shrugging, "I don't know, a while."
"That's not good, baby." It's obvious he's not mad, just concerned, as usual.
"It's just one time." Your voice is muffled from being half smooshed on Peter's chest.
"But one time with become two, then three, then five, and that's not good." He begins to sit up, taking you with him.
"Noooo, stop." You groan as he moves you like a ragdoll to sit up on his lap, "I was comfy."
"You'll be even more comfortable with your binder off."
"Too much work." You murmur as you glare at him, but it holds to real malicious.
"Come on." Peter stand up from the couch, holding you in his arms like a sad bag of potatoes as he walks to the bedroom, "let's get you a hoodie to make you feel better."
Once in the bedroom, Peter softly plops you down onto the bed before walking to the closet.
"Which one do you want?" He sits through his hoodies as you sit criss cross on the bed.
"Can I have the blue one?" Peter grabs the blue one and hands it to you, kissing your head.
"Do you want me to leave the room?"
You take a split second to think, deciding how much you care if Peter sees you, but today has already been off and changing alone would feel much better than infront of him. "Yes please."
Peter kisses your head one more time before leaving, going back to the living room.
You change out of your binder and t-shirt, into the comfy hoodie that belongs to Peter.
When you leave the bedroom, Peter is already laying down on the couch, waiting for you so you both can resume your night.
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l1tw1ck · 11 months
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A Night to Remember
bottom!ftm Miguel x bottom!ftm Peter B. x top!masc reader
AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con to Con, Drunk Sex, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Riding, Face Riding, Squirting, Creampie
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Miguel and Peter B. Parker wanted to drink with you to celebrate your hard work. You had no reason to refuse so you accepted and ended up getting the drunkest out of the both of them. Miguel and Peter brought you to Miguel’s bed and laid you down. You assumed that would be the end, they’d either keep drinking or stop for the night. But that's not what happened. Far from it.
Miguel looks at you like a predator, like he's going to eat you alive. Peter looks the same but less intense. They remove your clothes before removing their own. The sight of both of them naked immediately makes your dick stand up. The both of them smirk. Miguel looks even hornier than Peter, and that thought is reinforced by the slick in between his thighs. He’s clearly excited. Miguel and Peter walk to the edge of the bed and kneel on either side of your cock. They drag their tongues along your shaft and your balls, giving your cock more love than it's ever received. Peter swirls his tongue around your tip before sucking on it. The view combined with the feeling is driving you insane, you won't be able to hold back for long. You just hope you don't pass out from the alcohol. They switch places, Miguel now being the one to devour your tip. You throw your head back, unable to even warn him before coming in his mouth. He looks directly in your eyes as he swallows. Peter licks up the excess. Just seeing that is enough to keep you erect. Miguel and Peter stand up. Peter moves out of the way as Miguel climbs on top of you. You watch, mesmerized, as his fat pussy envelops your cock whole. He places his hands on your abs and starts riding you. He looks so sexy like this. His back is arched and his tits look amazing bouncing along with him. You so badly want to grab him and fuck him silly but you're too drunk to even move. Peter climbs onto your face and sits on it. He grinds down and positions himself so that his t-dick is against your nose. You can barely breathe but you don't mind the idea of “Drowned in Peter B. Parker’s Pussy.” being on your obituary. You stick your tongue inside him, surprising him in a good way.
As if all three of you are connected, you all come at the same time. Peter squirts on your face, shaking and trembling from the pleasure.
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mlm-writer · 7 months
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Peter Parker & the 5 Love Languages Headcanons
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Pairing:  Peter Parker (TASM) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audience Summary: The Big Tober Day 11 - The 5 Love Languages
Words of affirmation
Peter is not that good at words, he often gets a little tongue-tied. He can’t help it. He is just always enthralled by you and it makes it hard to get the words together. 
Peter also sometimes just doesn’t know what to say. He is really more a man of action. 
He loves to be on the receiving end of it though. His whole face lights up when you praise or compliment him. Words mean a great deal to him, especially since he hangs onto everything you say to him. 
Acts of service
Peter is a big acts of service guy. He would do anything for you, especially helping you with college work. He has this big brain anyway, what better use for it than helping you?
Peter would clean your apartment if you’re going through shit. 
Peter doesn’t like being on the receiving end of this very much. He is prone to feeling like a burden. Sure he appreciates it, but too much makes him uncomfortable and it is too much real quick. 
When he is sick and you offer to take care of him, he will accept, but he must and shall repay the favour or he will feel bad about it. 
Gifts
Peter will mostly give flowers, but when he has been on a trip without you, you can bet on a tacky souvenir. 
Favourite gifts are t-shirts, snowglobes and fridge magnets. 
When you give him something, he will cherish it each time. 
Peter keeps everything you give him in a box or puts it on display or uses it daily. He loves to show off whatever you give him as well. He is just so cute about it. 
Quality time
One of Peter’s favourites. Just being together makes him happy. 
Peter also loves trying new things with you. Tinkering with left-over components is one of his favourite things to do, but he also likes to cook with you or bake. 
Pottery workshop was one of the favourite things you did together. 
Peter is a bit clingy. He wants to have quality time all the time. 
Physical touch
Ultimate favourite!!!
Like I said Peter is a little clingy and this extends to physically clingy. 
Why do you think he likes swinging together? 
It's all about the hand holding, comforting hugs and cuddles on the couch while bingeing something. 
Peter also needs that reassure sometimes that you are unharmed. He lives a dangerous life and he needs that physical confirmation that you're alive and safe in his arms. 
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dervampireprince · 11 months
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[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio]
you just want to get miguel out of his head. he’d be a brat at first, too proud to let someone else take care of him, thinks deep down that he doesn’t deserve it, so you show him, edge him, tell him that he doesn’t get to come until he begs for it, until he behaves, until he says that he’s been a good boy, and it takes time, but by the end there’s tears on his cheeks, he’s oversensitive, and desperate to come, and you coo and keep praising him, telling him he’s doing such a good job, being such a good boy, that he finally let’s himself go and begs to come, says whatever you want, as long as you let him come, please he’s been good like you wanted so can he come, and you praise him all the more, tell him of course, because he’s such a good boy, because he deserves to feel good
he cries when he comes and you hold him, and when he starts to become embarrassed, you tell him there’s no need, and you’d happily help him get into that space again, that he deserves to be able to relax, let go, get into a subspace if he can and wants too... after all, he does make a very good boy
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redcoralpot · 1 year
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Hii, if you don’t mind, could you do a smut Drabble of Peter Parker(any) x Top!FTM reader?
The readers been super dysphoric lately so Peter(being the great boyfriend that he is) buys him a strap-on with a realistic, skin textured dildo, one that also stimulates the readers t-dick. He tells the reader to put it on and Rides y/n. y/n thanks Peter in between moans for the gift and kiss while y/n blows peters back out till they both orgasm and he feels less dysphoric in the end?
I implemented some safety educational things in here, I hope you don’t mind! <33
Warnings: NSFW (18+), dysphoric breakdown at the beginning.
Word Count: 2.1K
Peter Parker (3) X FTM Reader - Crack Me Down
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    “Babe,” a voice shouted from the end of the hallway, footsteps following. 
    You had said you would be ready in five, but that was fifteen minutes ago. Your reflection in the mirror aggravated you, making the tight feeling around your heart squeeze harder, and you wanted to rip your hair out. The confidence you had in your masculinity had been stomped out repeatedly this past week— if you were such a man, why could none of them see it? What was so wrong with you, your body, that never made you manly in everyone you ever interacted with’s eyes?
     Well, maybe everyone was an overstatement. Peter saw you as the man you are, he’d proven, but during times like these, you couldn’t help but doubt it a little. When it sounded like the whole world was out to grasp you as a woman, why would he ever even go against that? The thought made your ability to breathe harder, tears threatening to spill even when you heard the bathroom door creak open. 
    A gentle hand rubbed your shoulder, “Hey, uh, what’s wrong?”
    You clutched the edge of the sink. Everything was wrong, everything, everything, everything, and yet you couldn’t verbalize it. The edges of your vision only got more blurry as your attention was pinpointed on each and every body part that simply was wrong. 
     The mirror wasn’t in front of you anymore, and you were strategically placed in the bathtub, with your back being the only thing the mirror saw. Peter was beside you on the edge, playing with his hands and staring. You sniffled. 
    “Sorry you had to deal with that.”
    “No, no— it’s okay, I think it’s good that you got that out.”
    “I guess.”
    He shrugged, awkwardly, “I’m right, it’s been a really tough week. Do you wanna, I dunno, stay home today?”
    “That’d be nice.”
    “I think we might have some of your favorite ice cream left in the fridge, but we should maybe talk first.”
    You looked down, “Yeah.”
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    It had been a month since your breakdown, and while it had faded from your immediate thoughts, the dysphoria never got much better. You could tell that Peter was trying his best to help, always going out of his way to introduce you as his boyfriend to anyone you meet, but sometimes that didn’t stop the misgendering. Peter had also been disappearing a lot more often lately, or retreating to the bathroom with his computer late at night when he thought you were asleep. It worried you, but you knew with his responsibilities as Spider-Man that you should just turn a blind eye. 
    Now, it was the weekend, and the late nights had finally caught up to him. You had to be extra careful not to wake him as you slipped out of bed, eyeing his body when you grabbed your clothes and shuffled out of the room. The last sight you caught before finally closing the bedroom door was that of stuck up strands of fluffy brown hair peeking from underneath the blanket. Yeah, Peter was still definitely knocked out cold. 
    With your clothes now on, you tiptoed downstairs and immediately slid to the kitchen. You had breakfast already in the fridge, and you only needed to heat it up in the microwave. Now, you leaned against the counter and watched it rotate in the machine, relishing in the quiet environment. Alas, God was out to spite you that day, and a loud knock interrupted the peace you had. 
     Grumbling, you abandoned your breakfast and opened the door. The perpetrator was already pulling out of the driveway, and you looked down at your feet, where two packages lay. Weird, you couldn’t recall you or Peter ordering anything. Lifting the boxes inside, you turned to see the man staring. 
    “Good morning, handsome, did the mailman wake you up?” You smiled, but Peter wasn’t looking at you. 
    He was looking at the packages in your hands. 
    “Oh, these were dropped off by our door. They’re addressed to you, but I can’t remember if you mentioned anything was coming.”
    All at once, his face burst into the worst blush you had ever seen on him, and he cracked an awkward laugh, “Um, yeah, that was a surprise. Or was supposed to be one.”
    “What is it?”
    “We should go back to bed for this, it’s kinda private.”
    His face was still scarlet as he slipped back into the bedroom, and you looked back down at the packages. Peter’s reaction only made you more curious, so you ran after him. His hands were fidgeting as he sat on the bed when you turned into the doorway, and his back was slightly slouched.
     His eyes flicked away from you and he turned his back, “Open the smallest one first.” 
     “Okay.”
    Slicing it open with a box cutter, you lifted the flaps to reveal another, smaller box and a dark cloth material wrapped in plastic. Observing the smaller box closer, you could see that the label read “Stand-To-Pee Silicone Packer”. Your eyes widened, a warm feeling bursting through your heart.
     “I thought it might help after our talk last month,” Peter’s voice interrupted your speechless joy.
     “You thought right!”
     As you giddily grabbed his face to give him a kiss, he added, “I ordered the matching underwear for it too, is it in there?” 
    “Oh, yeah, it is,” You pulled out the next item and cut off the wrapping, revealing tight, black, boxer-style underwear that had a hole in the front. 
     “It—well, according to my research, it should hold the packer in place and allow you to pee at the same time.”
     “How do you clean it?”
    He shrugged, “Water and soap works, but boiling it is apparently the most effective way since it’s silicone. If you’re not sure, it should come with cleaning instructions. We can look at that together if you want?”
     “Yeah, sure, do you just dry it off with a towel?”
     “Air drying preserves the color and from what I’ve heard from trans men that’ve been using them for a while, you should dust it with cornstarch too.” 
     “Why?”
     “Prevents it from becoming sticky.”
     “Huh, interesting.”
    With that, you reached for the second, larger package. Peter tensed up beside you, and you saw the tips of his ears heat up again from the corner of your eye. 
     “What’s wrong?”
     “Just—,” he hesitates, “don’t judge me.”
    You gave him a questioning look; why would you ever think badly of him simply because of a package? The inquiry just made you more curious, and you practically ripped the poor box open. Inside was a box holding a realistic silicone dildo and a soft, underwear-style harness. 
    In other words, a strap on. As reported by some writing on the side of the box, it also had an additional vibrating part that would stimulate the clit of the user. 
    You looked up at your boyfriend in awe, “Babe.”
     “Yeah?”
     “This is awesome, genuinely,” He avoided your gaze. 
     “Really?”
     “Yeah! In fact, do you want to try it out right now?”
     “Woah, woah, not so fast. Really, I’d really love to but I also did safety research.”
     “Is this what you’ve been up to at night?”
     “…Yes. But as I was saying, it’s good to just wear it around the house before we actually use it.”
     “Okay, I can understand that.”
     “Wait, you weren’t asleep when I was doing research?”
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    The wait was hard for you, how could it not be? You were tempted to try it out as soon as Peter walked out, but he didn’t give you the chance. He kept you on the bed and told you absolutely everything he had learned. He had even been kind enough to give you his notes on the subject, some of which you had been skimming through for the past week. 
     Lately, however, your boyfriend seemed to be fidgety. Now, being fidgety was typical of him, but it was over the top. You couldn’t help but notice it and today, you wanted to talk about it with him.
     You waited until you were both in the bedroom before dropping the big question, “What’s been up with you?”
     “What?”
     “I can tell something’s up.”
     “Nothing’s wrong,” He sounded unsure of himself, and you gave him an unbelieving stare. 
     “Sure, spill it.”
      He must have realized that there was no way out of the conversation, and surrendered, “Okay, I was being honest when I said nothing was wrong specifically. Something’s just been on my mind.”
     “And?”
    “Fuck, I don’t know how to say it.”
    “Is it negative or positive?”
    “Positive,”
    “Uhuh?” You got closer, rubbing your thumb under his jaw.
    He cracked.
     “I really, really wanna ride you,”
     You froze in shock, and he took that opportunity to hide his head in your neck, “Please, put it on, I’ll do all the work if you want?”
     The frozen moment melted as quickly as it had come, with you starting to sink into your role. You slid your hand up to the back of his hair, pulling his face out of its spot. 
     “Wait on the bed and take your pants off,” you ordered. 
     Peter took a sharp breath before you let go and sauntered to the bathroom. No, it didn’t take you long to set yourself up, not with the thought of Peter Parker, the city’s most rebellious vigilante, sitting half-naked and obedient on your bed stuck in your mind. You were greeted with such a sight when you returned, except a million times better. 
     Your boyfriend was there on the sheets, his ears cherry red and his fingers twitching. His eyes lit up as you stepped in, and oh my, it was definitely a vision to witness. Anticipation was eating at you, so you eagerly sat at the head of the bed, popping the cap of a lube bottle open and squirting a healthy portion into your hand. 
     “Do you want me to prepare you?”
     His voice cracked, “Yeah,”
    He climbed over you, balancing his weight on his knees and his hands on your shoulders. Peter shivered when he felt a cool finger circle his hole, before it pushed in. He sighed at the familiar feeling, rocking back on your hand as an open invitation to add more. 
    “Color?”
    “Green, really green.”
    “Good boy.”
    With that comment, you could feel him gasp and clench down. Slowly, you took the opportunity to add in more fingers, pumping them in and out. It wasn’t long before you slid them out and silenced Peter’s whine with a nip to the neck. 
    He wasted no time after this, positioning his strong thighs in order to sink down on your strap. You flicked a button on a remote in your shirt pocket, and the strap, along with the additional part, started to vibrate. Peter was caught by surprise, throwing his head back and slapping a hand over his mouth to suppress a moan, while you bit your lip and sat your hands on his waist. 
     “F-fuck,” he panted, legs shaking. 
    “Go ahead, sweetheart, you wanted to ride me.”
    He groaned, fucking himself on your dick. His head fell on your shoulder as he did so, tears pricking at his eyes, “Did you— d-did you like your gifts?”
     You sounded breathless in his ear, heat pooling in your stomach, “Shit, of course I did.”
     “Really?” 
     “Uhuh,” you moaned, “let me show you how— unh— thankful I am.”
     Your hands gripped his waist harder, taking the control from Peter. With as much bravo you could muster, you thrusted up into him, and he sobbed. You bounced him on your cock with him drooling over your neck. 
    “Thank you, fuck, thank you so much,”
     “Can I cum? I’m so close, please, please, please—“ he begged, his fingers digging bruises into your shoulder. 
     You nodded, and he only became more desperate, “Oh god, oh shit,”
     You didn’t even have to control him anymore, he thrust himself mindlessly again and again as he chased his high, and you were getting just as close to yours. His body trembled before he whined your name, slowing his hips and looking down. You didn’t have to in order to know what happened, leaving sloppy kisses along his arm as you came too, thighs shaking. 
      Fingers numb, you reached to the remote and flicked it off. Peter sighed, lifting up his head to give you a long, soft kiss. 
      “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” you mumbled against his lips, grinning. 
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