john price who uses his size difference to keep you right where you need to be, pressing his body weight on top of you as he fucks you into oblivion.
he's so much bigger, and heavier. you can't even shift a centimeter without having to move him as well, the only reason you're not suffocating is the fact that he's refraining himself from crushing you whole, but definitely not the same for your poor hole.
at this point, you feel so full. so sensitive.
you've pretty much run out of energy, only able to beg for more as he continues relentlessly thrusting into you— reminding you of the immense stamina he's built up over years in the military.
"you can take it right?" he huffs, hand wrapped around your torso tightly, holding you against him. "you're doing so good, darling."
you grit your teeth, whimpering a soft "yes, sir".
that's just the thing he needs to quicken his pace, making your eyes roll back even further than they already were. it barely takes a few minutes before he releases his seed into you, hole clenching around him as you milk him dry.
without warning, he presses his finger right onto your folds, being the trigger for your orgasm. you cum all over his cock, making a mess as it coalesces with the loads that's already dried on the bed.
obsessed with the idea of having sex with fbi!dex for the first time and as he’s undressing you, he folds all the clothes that come off you meticulously and places them on the nightstand 😭 this feels like some shit he would do
we are actually mind alike omg because i’ve thought about this before too 😭
he is such a clean and neat man. i feel like he’d be particular about your belongings simply because they’re yours. he wouldn’t just toss your clothes onto the floor because, to him, that feels careless and almost disrespectful. so instead, he’d carefully fold everything as it comes off you and neatly place it on the nightstand. it’s almost confusing to watch. but to him, there’s nothing strange about taking care of you and your things.
just watching him take his time undressing you and patiently taking in the sight of you while still making sure every piece of clothing is properly folded and taken care of. it’s such a weird contrast because he’s about to fuck you. and yet, he’s standing there carefully smoothing out your clothes and putting them somewhere they won’t get wrinkled and dirty!
i can see it being less about some grand romantic gesture and more about dex simply being particular about how he keeps things. he’d probably just be a little more considerate with your belongings because they’re yours. it’s not necessarily something he’d even think twice about. to him, it’s just the obvious thing to do.
matt murdock may not be able to see you, but he sees you in ways no one can
all four of his senses were enchanted by you to the point where foggy and karen would tease him for it. how his body melts around you and how he always softens around you.
take his hearing for example: your voice practically blessing his ears with a melody he could never get tired of listening to. your laugh, your quiet hums to a song, everything. and matt could tell whether anything was wrong whenever your voice didn’t have that spark he’s memorized
and don’t think your voice was the only thing that had him dizzy.
whenever matt returned home, the air would have faint traces of your perfume and scent, almost as if welcoming him. and your scent would cloud his mind, especially if you were in his embrace. he would bury his face in the crook of your neck and inhale your scent with a sigh, his body visibly melting
your voice, your scent, your body oh my god
the buzz that would be sent to matt’s body whenever your soft skin was under his touch. the skin to skin contact was something he needed after a long case and rough patrol; the warmth of your body radiating on his. he memorized every curve, every feature of your face, every mole, every part you deemed as ‘imperfection’ that matt only saw as perfection
and to top it all off, your taste.
a flavor he was single handedly addicted to. it would have matt let out a muffled groan on your lips and have him slide his tongue between them as a desperate way to get more of your lips. the way your lip gloss tasted, the way you let out small sounds in your mouth, the way your lips moved with his. when i tell you it had this man hypnotized
and that was just on the normal days. imagine how its like at sex
“fuck” matt groaned with a pant, eyes squeezed shut and forehead lying right on yours as his cock was dragging in and out of you. your hips were gripped tightly by his large hands, sending them deep thrusts that made you whine his name endlessly in a chant.
his senses felt even more heightened than ever; hearing, sensing, and feeling every reaction from you— reactions he knew how to pull out of you
the smell of sex and sweat filled the air, tangling with your scent in a way that was addictive. an aroma so sinful matt couldn’t help but want more
“you hear that, baby?” he panted, almost as a response to your soft moans and whines. “god, hear how well she’s takin’ me.” his ears were practically ringing with not just your melodic sounds, but from the wet and lewd skin slaps each thrust was giving. with an ear like matt’s, they sounded more filthy each second
he could hear how your pussy was fluttering around his length, how your heartbeat was racing, how the adrenaline was rushing through your body. music to his ears
“matt” you moaned, digging your nails into his back and feeling the tip of his cock hit all the right spots in you. your touch on his back felt like fire on his skin, making him slightly hiss under his breath but nevertheless, wanting more
a hand left your hips to slowly reach for your face, his thumb feeling for your lips before replacing his thumb with his lips, capturing yours in a heated, open-mouthed kiss that was everything but slow.
every single time matt kissed you, a sound would always leave him from your taste. and another insatiable roll from his hips caused both of you to moan into each other’s mouths, endless amount of praises leaving him without a second thought
“you’re doing so well for me, love”
“thaaat’s it, just like that”
“keep those legs spread for me, yeah? let me take care of you”
so believe me when i say that matt murdock sees you, he sees you
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matt keeping me busy while i wait for dex to show up (im on s2 of dd)... will get back to reqs i promise
you’re shaving dex’s face in the bathroom, sitting on the counter while he stands in front of you. he just stares at you while you work, holding his hands on your waist. he adores your focused face. the way you care makes him feel loved in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
you finish up and wipe his face with a towel, patting as gently as you can. dex is incredibly particular about his body care—and everything else in his life—and you imagine it comes from a mixture of his military background and ocd, so you do your best to appease him.
but then you see his scar. it’s deep and jagged. completely healed despite looking like it was cut yesterday. it’s always fascinated you. it was the first thing you noticed about dex when you met him.
dex smirks at your staring. you do this so often, just staring at his scar.
“sweetheart, you’re staring again.” you look up at his words and smile sheepishly.
“sorry–”
“you don’t need to apologize. i like it.”
“–you know i like your scar, dex.”
you smile at your overlapping words, leaning closer to his face. dex returns your smile, starting to close his eyes as you get closer. but his eyes fly open when he feels your tongue on his cheek, slowly licking a big stripe over his scar.
dex lets out a deep laugh, dropping his eyes down to yours that look up at him as you lick across his scar.
“it seems i’ve underestimated how much you like my scar.”
“mmm stop talking dex, you’re moving it!” you giggle and go back in for another lick. he laughs again before stilling his face and sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“is that enough fo–?”
he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you bite the scar hard.
thinking about wrapping my hands around dex’s throat while he’s talking and feeling the vibrations, the adam’s apple bobbing, his throat swallowing yeahhhhh
despite dex working—if you can call killing task force that—tonight, he’s home early and already in bed with you. much to dex’s dismay, you work a normal nine to five job, so you’ve got a bedtime and a routine you rarely stray from.
but dex is home tonight, telling you about all he did that day.
“i was at the diner, doll. you remember bel aire?”
“mhm.” you shift a little so you can be over his heart. laying on him, hearing his heart beat and his chest vibrating as he speaks is your favorite part of any night that he’s home.
“i got a banana milkshake, it was actually pretty great. but anyway, it was very easy work today baby. such pathetic shitbags they all are.”
dex never tells you too many details, says “it’s not for soft and sweet things like you.” but you enjoy his censored retellings anyway. his voice is soft and light as he talks, keeping the peaceful atmosphere you made for sleeping.
but you can feel the deep rumbles of his voice anyway. it makes you want to place your hands right on the source. just feel him talk and squeeze a little.
“it doesn’t matter now though does it doll? no, because i kill–” you suddenly get up and straddle him, hands on his collarbones. he’s looking up with a slightly confused look, though his mouth is quirked up in a smirk.
“what’s this?” you slide your hands up from his collarbone to his throat, just laying your hands there, not even holding. he smiles wide.
“keep talking dexy.” you give a light squeeze, smiling softly. he manages to smile wider and gives a light nod.
“i killed them, doll. all of them. you proud of me?” you sigh deeply, as if you’ve finally found what you were looking for.
nodding, “yes, dex. so proud. tell me more about your day.” giving him a light squeeze again, his hands come up to rest on your wrists.
“i went to the little bodega on the corner after the diner. picked up our eggs and got your flowers. came back home.” he smiles through his words, clearly enjoying whatever has possessed you.
you just smile and nod as he continues, squeezing his throat every now and then, letting his throat work under your hands.
i feel like peter has a really large, sticky load.
like the original spider bite definitely made him produce more and it was a little stickier, but nothing crazy.
but now with his spider hormones acting up, the size of the loads is just insane. i mean it seems endless and it honestly annoys him, and on top of that it’s ridiculously sticky.
it gets everywhere and it sticks to everything. irritating. annoying. vexing.
until he experienced it with you, of course.
it’s been a slow mood all night since he got to come home earlier than usual. he’s got you in a soft missionary now, soft touches and gentle kisses.
despite it’s softness, it sounds like a cheap porno because of the amount of precum leaking out of him. loud squelchy sounds echo in the quiet room with every thrust.
“mmm baby you feel so good, i’m sorry i’m making a mess.”
he looks down to where you’re connected and lets out a low moan. it’s just so messy. the amount of precum spilling out and getting all over the sheets.
you’re leaking so much yourself which isn’t helping with how sticky peter’s precum is. your head is thrown back, clutching at his arms as he rolls his hips just right.
you just manage to speak in soft whines, “oh peter, don’t stop please please.” despite peter’s embarrassment and apologies, the extra fluid only enhances the sensation peter’s giving to you. alongside the increased amount of cum, peter’s grown sensitive lately. everything is much…more. so it only takes a few more thrusts for peter to be spilling into you.
a loud moan leaves peter, which maybe you’d have reacted to if not the warm sensation of being filled consuming you. it’s so much more than usual and you can feel it.
he moans as he pulls out of you and it seems endless. there’s tiny beads still pooling out of his head and dollops flow out of you as you try to catch your breath.
“sorry about the mess, baby. i’ll clean it up, let me clean it up?” he’s already got his head between your legs, brown eyes looking up at you pleadingly. you slowly raise your head from the pillows, letting your hands fall on his curls, running your fingers through them.
peter fucking his college gf with the mask on! ⋆ 18+ (mdni)
“li— like this, baby?” peter asks, voice a little strained and muffled as the squeaky sounds of your flimsy college bedframe bounce off the walls when he bottoms out. “you wanted this?” he asks incredulously.
the skin-tight spandex clings over his face, and only those red and black lines that match his spiderman suit, with the two white eye lenses stare back at you. from under the material you can hear peter’s heavy breaths.
when you asked your boyfriend if he could fuck you with the mask on after he came back from a late night swing, peter was a bit skeptical.
but one velvety look, a flutter of your lashes, and a “pretty please, peter-baby? i’ve been working soooo hard” with a vague gesture toward your laptop screen in your darkened dorm, wearing one of his oversized shirts with one side slipping off your shoulder, and peter was game.
he loves having a smart girlfriend, after all.
now, your boyfriend’s hands grip your naked thighs in a secure hold, as opposed to his jumbled, messy life. “oh my god, peter, yes—“ your nails scratch lightly over his shoulders, your fingertips digging deep into his mole-scattered back.
“feel good, baby?” peter asks, voice laden with tension and depth like a dark swimming pool you could drown in for eternity. his mask is a little dirty from the countless scaffles he gets into on the daily, but he smells like home and familiarity.
his cock fills you up perfectly, the juices you’re producing leaking out onto your cheap bed sheets as you feel your thighs shake. “yeah— yeah, perfect—” you nod your head vigourously.
you pull your boyfriend down for a kiss, only to feel the mere shape of his lips through the thin fabric as his body rolls against yours. you try to kiss him through the spandex, but when you poke your tongue out to trace his bottom lip, peter pulls back.
“fuck— can’t kiss you,” peter breathes out, momentarily stopping mid-thrust, pausing the squelching sound of your pussy, hanging like dust in the air. “gotta be able to kiss my smart girl.”
without wasting another word, he pulls the mask from under his chin, up to the middle of his nose bridge, revealing his slightly bloody lip, all puffy from biting and kissing you through the mask. his dick inside you twitches as you clench around him at the sight of just the lower-half of his face.
“peter—” you whine, almost noiselessly.
peter also doesn’t waste another second to dip his head back to yours, slotting his mouth over yours as his tongue tangles with yours, spreading spit all over your chin from the nastiness and messiness.
౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who is so, so vanilla he has no idea that missionary isn't the only position you can fuck a woman in—and you can throw out the dirty and degenerate kinks; he hasn't even heard of them. that is, until you, of course.
౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who suffers the most embarrassing episode of premature ejaculation while fucking you in doggy. as inexperienced as he is, he isn't some three-pump chump—no, seriously, he isn't; he actually considers himself above average in that regard.
that's why it was so mortifying for him when he barely got three strokes in before he felt it. sharp, fast, nearly dizzying—and worst of all: completely uncontrollable.
your pussy walls just felt so good in the position, unbelievably tight and wet and warm. the swell of your hips molded perfectly inside his large palms, your ass flushed and soft when it met his pelvis—and when peter bottomed out inside you the final time, you made the most delicious, pornagraphic mewl of his name, as if he'd just hit a really sensitive spot inside you.
his throat felt so tight that he couldn't even warn you—the only tell for you was that his fingers suddenly tightened around your hips and his whole body jerked, before he pulled out only to slam himself back in with a string of garbled, shocked moans.
cum spurted from his tip so violently that he could feel it, and in his startlement peter couldn't even pull out like his brain screamed at him to do; and maybe he was a little selfish in the way he kept himself stuffed inside your warm, slick cunt, eyes rolling back each time your gummy walls fluttered in response to the twitches of his cock. it just felt so fucking good that he couldn't help it.
though he did apologize profusely after in his rather sobering post-nut clarity. you didn't mind, it was pretty hot anyway.
౨ৎ 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 who eats with lots of enthusiasm, but little technique; his tongue is thick and hot, but he tends to put it in the wrong places... namely, he's more concentrated on sliding it through your folds rather than focusing it on your clit.
you aren't too shy to guide him, though.
"mmm, pete, a little higher—ah! oh, fuck, that's it, right there. mhmm, keep going, swirl your tongue a little—that's so good."
smart, attentive boy he is, it doesn't take peter long to catch on. he's quick to find the right pressure and pace that makes your toes curl, keeping his tongue firm on your clit like you'd instructed. and gods, does he start to eat so fucking good.
so good that your hips start to move subconsciously, slopping up his lips and chin with the slick he's lapping out of you. you feel more than hear the moans he's producing, a testament of just how much it turns him on to taste you and please you, and the way he starts to rut desperately into your mattress doesn't go unnoticed either.
it pushes you to the edge much faster than you ever expected.
"oh, shit—hah, peeeete, keep going, 'm s'close!" you mewl, fingers threading through his sweat-dampened hair, holding him in place and drawing something akin to a whine from his throat. his eyes flutter closed and he refocuses his efforts, swiping at your clit until your hands fist and you spasm, hips twitching in time with the pulsing of your throbbing clit.
even though his jaw aches from making you cum, he begs to eat you out again and again and again.
a/n: chat do we wanna see more himbo!peter?... i wanna see more himbo!peter...
tags: 18+ smut. heightened everything, he’s extra rough and desperate, just shows up, unprotected sex, rough sex, free use, hyperspermia, soooo much cum, cum eating, filthy filthy filthy
a/n: first time writing for peter, I couldn’t help it after watching brand new day… head empty only horny thots. no spoilers really just his senses going crazy
With the way Peter’s senses have tremendously heightened lately he found himself getting overwhelmed far too easily.
He hears even more things than before and he feels things so intensely when someone touches him.
It was all getting too much for him so he quickly calmed himself down and swung over to your place, beyond desperate for a distraction before his brain exploded.
You jumped when you heard the knock at your fire escape but you quickly walked over, opening it when you saw his familiar face.
You couldn’t even open your mouth to speak when Peter quickly went in, mask in hand, and smashed his lips onto yours.
You gasped as his hands pulled you towards him, keeping you as close as possible to his body. You didn’t have time to think so you kissed back making him moan and reach down to lift you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist as he made his way straight to your bedroom, as if he knew your place like the back of his hand.
His tongue slipped into your mouth expertly and fast, your hands reached up to his hair to tug on his curls. He groaned into your mouth and within seconds your back was met with your mattress.
You had never seen him this eager before, with his hands tearing through every item of clothing, and his teeth nipping at your skin.
There was no time to ask why the hurry as he got in between your legs and started eating your pussy like there was no tomorrow.
You moaned, letting your hands go down to run through his curls. Instead of taking his time and teasing you like he loved doing, he was the complete opposite.
His head was moving up and down as his mouth worked overtime, sucking and licking every crevice of your pussy.
Somehow with just those few seconds of excitement it was enough for you body to get wet for him.
Wouldn’t be the first nor last time that happened.
“Fuck Peter-“ you moan, instantly making him moan against you.
It sent a shiver down your spine and before you could blink, he was off and climbing on top of you. You sat up a bit as he moved towards you and you instinctively opened your mouth.
He didn’t hesitate and instantly thrusted his hard cock all the way then held your head to keep you there. His hairs tickled your nose and you felt your eyes well up with tears already before he let you go and his cock slipped out.
You took a deep breath only for him to thrust himself down your throat again. Right when you were about to move your head, he pulled out once again then got off the bed.
His strong arms then pulled you to the edge of the bed before lifting your legs up high. They were spread as he slapped his cock on your dripping cunt, the noises being more obscene than usual.
He looked down where your bodies were about to meet, damn near salivating before he locked up and locked eyes with you.
You could have sworn his eyes looked completely black but right when you were going to take a closer look, he slammed inside you.
You whimpered as he bottomed out, putting your legs on his shoulders before he started to move. His thrusts were instantly hard and fast, which caught you by surprise.
But you weren’t opposed to it.
Not when every inch of him was bullying its way inside you like never before.
He was grunting and groaning with every thrust as if you weren’t even there.
As if you were just a hole he needed to fuck and fill.
You always told him this was something you’d be up for but now that he was actually doing it, you felt so needy.
His eyes were rolled back as he held your legs up, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. You moaned along with him as he continued his brutal pace, using your poor pussy like a toy.
You felt so dirty.
But couldn’t help getting wetter.
If this was how he was going to be then it was definitely something you could get used to.
And his dirty words were only making you worse with every passing second.
“Fits me so perfectly.”
“Take it like that, baby.”
“I love this fucking pussy.”
You whimpered out and he moaned your name, squeezing your skin — you decided to hold your legs for him so he pushed them down and he moved down as well.
You cried out when he thrusted his hips into yours, giving you no mercy whatsoever as he pounded his cock into you.
With the slight change his cock now reached deeper inside you and his thrusts didn’t slow down, no they were even worse.
It felt so good and you didn’t have words to say, his cock leaving you dumb and whiny.
You really did try to think of something smart to say but nothing came up besides broken sobs and pleas for more.
He listened and leaned down a little more, his head above yours as you locked eyes while he pounded into you. His curls were falling and some were already stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.
You let go of your legs and grab onto his arms which were by your side. You squeezed his arms as he kept his relentless pace, making you both moan at the same time.
Your eyes were fluttering but his were right on you, watching your every reaction and moaning louder.
Suddenly he slowed down, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in.
You whimpered and gave him a pout while he repeated the action again.
He had a devious grin on his face as he did it again, grunting your name under his breath.
Your nails dug into his skin making him groan and it was like activating a switch because he stopped. He pulled back and brought your legs down before just spreading them wide and hovering over you.
Your hands went up to the back of his neck, playing with his hair when he went back to his rough thrusts.
“God- you’re so tight.” He groans, making you whimper, “J-Just for y-you Peter.”
“Good girl.” He moans, bringing a hand to cup your jaw.
You bite your lip and his eyes go down to it, before leaning down and kissing you. You kissed back and he slipped his tongue inside, clearly impatient.
Your tongue glided against his messily and he gave the same beefy back. He moaned in your mouth which earned himself a needy whimper from you.
You were so focused on the kiss you almost forgot how he was fucking your brains out.
His hips were pressed flush against yours, with every deep push he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release.
And he could feel that you were the same.
You were clenching against him more, your walls entrapping his cock and almost throbbing in need.
He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “tell me what you want.”
He rammed into you hard, making you cry out then whine, unable to think.
He was pleased with himself and whispered, “c’mon you can do it.”
You stubbornly shook your head making him groan, “fine.”
Right when you thought he was going to pull out his movements were somehow even faster than before.
“I’ll just take what I needed from you-“ he grunts instantly making you whimper.
He chuckles then murmurs, “Mm dirty girl.. fuck I needed you so bad baby.”
“Peter!”
“Tell me you want me to make this needy pussy come.” He whispers, his dark eyes on yours.
Your vision was so hazy but they were so clearly different but you couldn’t focus on that when you felt your orgasm being right there.
“Please make us cum. Please, please!” You plead, followed by a loud cry.
He groaned and with a final deep thrust he spilled his load and you felt yourself explode on his cock. Your body shook as you came with him and your lips collided with his as he tried to drown out both your cries and moans.
You lazily kissed him back as your legs shook and your poor pussy was clenching against him. But he wasn’t pulling out.
And he was still cumming.
You suddenly felt very full and tried to push him off but he didn’t budge and slid his tongue inside your mouth to distract you.
You whimpered, shivering as he just kept pumping more and more cum inside you. Never in your life have you ever felt so full and he just wasn’t stopping.
But it was like he couldn’t, not that he didn’t want to.
He pulled away from you, eyes tired as he pulled out and came on your clit. Two seconds later it finally stopped and his load was spilling out all at once, dripping down to your asshole and straight onto your bed cover.
You looked down and watched in shock as he did the same but he had a look in his eye that had you guessing what he wanted to do.
In a blink of an eye he dropped to his knees and he was slurping up his cum. He was eating it out of you, with no care if you were sensitive or not, just swallowing drop after drop.
When it finally felt like it all came out he slipped two fingers in and started fingering you slow.
Then the rest of the cum came out slowly but surely and he licked it all off you.
When he finished, he climbed up, and you joined him, quickly getting comfortable in his arms as he calmed his breathing and wiped his mouth.
You decided to rest with him instead of bombarding him with questions that you weren’t so sure you wanted answers to.
𝐁𝐍𝐃!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑
╱ with abnormally thick, excessive cum headcanons
╱ 18+ . bnd!peter parker x fem!reader . explicit smut . mutation kink . excessive cum . breeding kink . cum play . oral sex . anal play . sex toys . web restraints . overstimulation . edging . possessiveness . public play . consensual filming . dirty talk . praise . objectification . messy sex . mdni
navigation : kofi .
bnd!peter whose mutation makes his cum almost unnaturally dense, each load coming out in thick, heavy spurts that you can physically feel striking deep inside your cunt. his cock jerks so violently with every pulse that your thighs shake around his hips, and the release just keeps coming until your pussy feels stretched, hot, and packed far beyond anything you thought your body could hold.
bnd!peter who leaves a visible swell in your lower stomach after filling you, a soft, rounded bulge forming beneath your skin while his cock remains buried against your cervix. he presses his palm over it and groans when he feels the fullness shift beneath his hand, completely consumed by the knowledge that the curve is there because he’s pumped so much cum into you that your body has nowhere else to put it.
bnd!peter whose breeding kink becomes vicious whenever he sees that bulge, his fingers spreading possessively across your stomach while he tells you how perfectly your womb takes him. he starts grinding deeper instead of pulling out, forcing the head of his cock against the deepest point of your pussy while promising he’ll keep filling you until your body finally gives him exactly what he wants.
bnd!peter who makes you hold your own stomach while he cums, trapping your hand beneath his so you can feel the subtle swelling yourself. he keeps thrusting in short, rough movements as each fresh rope joins the rest, making you feel the pressure build until you’re sobbing from fullness and clenching helplessly around his twitching cock.
bnd!peter who loves fucking you from behind because he can watch your belly move, one hand under your stomach while the other grips your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. every deep thrust makes the rounded fullness shift against his palm, and he becomes increasingly frantic when he realises he can feel his own cum sloshing inside you while he adds another load.
bnd!peter who who keeps detailed measurements of how much he produces, collecting his release in a marked glass after edging himself for hours. he watches the level rise with shameless fascination, stroking himself through every prolonged pulse until thick white strands coat the inside of the container and slide down so slowly that they barely move.
bnd!peter who who makes you drink the entire glass while sitting naked in his lap, his cock hard against your thigh as he holds the rim to your mouth. the cum is so thick that it clings to your tongue and coats the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow repeatedly while peter watches every movement of your neck with dark, possessive eyes.
bnd!peter who insists you show him your mouth afterward, gripping your chin and making you open wide so he can check whether you swallowed every drop. if he finds even a small streak left on your tongue, he pushes two fingers into your mouth, scrapes it forward, and makes you suck them clean while praising you for taking everything he made.
bnd!peter who pours his cum through a funnel directly into your mouth, keeping you lying beneath him with your wrists webbed apart. he lets the thick release slide down in slow ropes, pausing whenever you struggle so he can watch it pool across your tongue before telling you to swallow and opening the funnel again.
bnd!peter who freezes portions of his cum into small cubes, then presses one against your clit and watches it melt over your swollen folds. the contrast between the cold cube and the heat of your pussy makes you jerk against the webbing while he slowly rubs the slippery mess over your entrance with his thumb.
bnd!peter who uses a clear dildo after filling you, pushing it slowly into your cunt so he can watch thick white cum smear across the toy from the inside. he films every inch disappearing into you, especially the moment the base presses against your soaked folds and forces his release to spill around it in creamy waves.
bnd!peter who records close-up videos of his cock stretching your cum-filled pussy, positioning his phone between your spread thighs while he thrusts slowly enough for the camera to catch every detail. the footage shows his shaft emerging coated in thick white streaks before plunging back inside and dragging the mess deeper with every stroke.
bnd!peter who takes photographs of your stomach immediately after breeding you, making you lie flat while the low bulge remains visible. he places his hand beside it for scale, then takes another picture with his fingers pressing lightly into the curve while your pussy leaks between your legs below.
bnd!peter who keeps a private folder devoted entirely to your creampies, organised by date, position, number of loads, and how long it took for his cum to begin spilling out. he remembers every video perfectly and can tell which one he wants just from the sound of your moans in the opening seconds.
bnd!peter who webs a vibrator directly over your clit and makes you watch those recordings, keeping your thighs spread so widely that you can’t close them around the sensation. he plays footage of himself filling you while the toy buzzes relentlessly against your swollen clit, increasing the setting each time the recorded version of his cock starts pulsing inside you.
bnd!peter who makes you narrate the videos aloud, forcing you to describe the way your cunt stretches, how much cum is dripping from you, and exactly what you felt when your stomach began to swell. whenever you become too embarrassed to continue, he turns the vibrator higher and waits until desperation loosens your tongue.
bnd!peter who pauses the video on the filthiest frame, usually the moment his thick release gushes around the base of his cock or spills from your open pussy. he makes you stare at the frozen image while he rubs your clit with two fingers, quietly asking whether you think your cunt can hold even more next time.
bnd!peter who uses his webbing to secure two vibrators at once, one pressed against your clit and another held firmly against your filled entrance. the vibrations travel through the plug and stir the cum packed inside you, leaving your lower stomach aching pleasantly while thick droplets gradually tremble free around the toy.
bnd!peter who makes you wear a glass plug after he fills your ass, fascinated by the sight of his cum visible through the transparent base. he keeps your pussy stuffed separately with his cock, alternating between watching the cloudy glass and staring at the bulge forming low in your stomach from the load he’s pumping into your cunt.
bnd!peter who loves double-filling you with saved cum and a fresh load, first pouring an entire glass slowly into your pussy while holding your hips elevated. once the last sticky strand slides from the rim, he pushes his cock inside and cums on top of it, packing you with so much that the combined pressure leaves your belly visibly rounded.
bnd!peter who collects the cum that spills from you afterward, holding a clean glass beneath your pussy while he presses carefully against your lower stomach. thick streams slide from your entrance in slow pulses, and he watches the container refill with the mixture before bringing it to your lips and telling you not to waste what your cunt couldn’t keep.
bnd!peter who masturbates over your spread pussy without touching you, ordering you to remain completely still while he strokes his cock above your entrance. when he finally cums, the first ropes land across your clit and folds, but the later spurts fall directly into your open cunt, gradually pooling inside while you’re forbidden from closing your legs.
bnd!peter who ejaculates so forcefully during oral that his cum floods your mouth faster than you can swallow, thick spurts coating your tongue, cheeks, and throat while his cock continues pulsing between your lips. he holds the back of your head without forcing you deeper, groaning as each swallow draws another release from his oversensitive body.
bnd!peter who loves watching his cum stretch between your mouth and his cock, withdrawing slowly after finishing so sticky strands remain connected to your lips. he gathers them against the head with his thumb, smears the mess over your tongue, and pushes his cock back into your mouth so you can clean every remaining drop from his slit.
bnd!peter who smears one load over your breasts before producing another for you to drink, coating your nipples in thick white ropes that cling instead of running off. he sucks the cum from your skin, lets it gather on his tongue, then kisses it into your mouth before handing you the full glass waiting beside him.
bnd!peter who makes you kneel between his legs while he fills a glass, keeping his eyes fixed on your face as he strokes himself. you have to watch each heavy spurt strike the bottom, listen to the wet sound of it accumulating, and wait until he’s completely empty before he finally allows you to lift the glass and taste it.
bnd!peter who becomes obsessed with seeing how long his cum remains inside you, taking timed photographs over several hours while you wear nothing beneath an oversized shirt. whenever a thick drip finally slides down your inner thigh, he records it, catches it on his fingers, and pushes it back into your pussy to restart the timer.
bnd!peter who webs your thighs tightly against your chest after breeding you, folding you open so gravity forces every drop deeper instead of letting it escape. he sits in front of you and watches your stuffed cunt contract around nothing, occasionally pressing a finger over your entrance whenever the first creamy bead tries to push through.
bnd!peter who uses his enhanced hearing to track every internal sound, pressing his ear against your lower stomach after filling you. he listens to the faint movement of his cum inside you, then looks up with a filthy grin and tells you that he can hear how full he’s made you.
bnd!peter who becomes painfully hard from the smell of his cum on your skin, his heightened senses picking it up even after you’ve cleaned yourself. he follows the scent beneath your clothes, finds the last sticky traces between your thighs, and licks them away before deciding your pussy smells too empty and needs to be filled again.
bnd!peter who makes you wear his cum beneath your clothes in public, filling your pussy before securing a plug with thin strands of webbing. throughout the day, he texts you still images from the video he took that morning, reminding you exactly what’s trapped inside your cunt while your stomach remains faintly swollen beneath your outfit.
bnd!peter who remotely activates the vibrator webbed under your underwear, increasing it whenever you try to behave normally around other people. the vibration shakes the cum around the plug, leaving you struggling to keep your expression neutral while peter watches from across the room and sends you clips of your pussy being filled.
bnd!peter who makes you choose where every load goes, offering you three options in that falsely sweet voice of his: your mouth, your pussy, or the waiting glass. whatever you choose first only determines the order because his mutated body can produce enough to fill all three before the night is over.
bnd!peter who deliberately edges himself for days to make the eventual release even larger, refusing to cum no matter how desperately his cock throbs. by the time he finally sinks into you, his balls are so heavy and sensitive that the first clench of your cunt triggers a load strong enough to leave your stomach visibly protruding beneath his hand.
bnd!peter who gets off on the contrast between his sweetness and the obscene mess he makes, kissing your forehead and calling you his good girl while his cock continues flooding your pussy. his voice remains gentle even as he tells you he’s going to breed every coherent thought out of your head and leave you too full of cum to close your legs.
bnd!peter who combines everything into one carefully planned night, filming your belly swelling as he breeds you, webbing a vibrator against your clit, and placing a full glass of saved cum in your hands. he makes you drink while watching the live recording on a screen beside the bed, the vibrator forcing your stuffed cunt to spasm around his cock as he adds another thick, prolonged load.
bnd!peter who ends every session by documenting the aftermath, recording the empty glass, your cum-coated lips, the low swell of your stomach, and the thick release still leaking around the plug in your pussy. he finishes with a close-up of his hand resting possessively over the bulge while he quietly promises that next time he’ll make it even bigger.
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