Thanks for tagging me @dustylovelyrun! The last line I wrote is for my fanfic wip Here to Help:
“How messed up was I to be happy you bought me something to cover up the damage you caused!? I was so excited you were showing any sort of affection towards me that I didn’t even care how insane it was!”
Peter ducked his head and scrunched his hands into his hair, his limbs still shaking with emotions I couldn’t begin to understand. I wanted to sweep him into my arms, to hold him tight and tell him it was going to be okay, but I was terrified of taking my attention from May. I knew if I dropped my guard even for a second she would take advantage of it, and I couldn’t let her do that.
“I’m sorry, bug, I’m so sorry.” He hates the tears that roll down his face to match hers. He hates that other parents and children here for the dance lessons are staring at him as he sinks to the pavement beside Morgan, looking just as much like a child as she does. “I’m so sorry. I wish she was here instead. I wish she could be here. I’m so sorry, Morgan.”
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Peter could feel his heart beating out of his chest, he was unsure if he was even still breathing. “But...but why?” He could only whisper, his lips barely moving.
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Notice: I wanted to do something a little different here. I was inspired by Norse/Greek Mythology and decided to give Peter a little more love.
Aunt May is actually going to be Peter’s mom here and Happy is going to be his father. I’m also going add MJ and Ned as his siblings.
Bare with me, I hope you guys don’t get lost. Reblog, like and Enjoy!
Plot: “Disobey the rules of Elvelara and pay the price.” Peter Parker had a life way out of the extraordinary, being born to God’s wasn’t easy. Always forced to obey the rules of the kingdom and keep the Elvelarian’s happy, he would soon take the reigns as King. However, he longed for peace, and in his kingdom’s attempt to repair the once beautiful planet known as Zahiri, he would find peace itself, he would find you.
Warning: Kissing, mentions of abuse, future smut maybe if there’s a part two.
Books, coffee, candles and blankets. Those are your thing. Parties, beer, one night stands and tight dresses are not. So what happens when your new roommate drags you to one of Peter’s frat parties and he becomes absolutely infatuated with you? (17k)
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Homecoming. The first home football game of the year, which, coincidentally fell on the first day of the new school year. If you were being honest, you secretly enjoyed the buzz of sweaty boys and cheering girls as they stampeded over the grassy playing field of MVU. Not that you’d admit that to Leone, though, especially after the way you promised to make it known just how much of a bad time you were having once you got there, when she told you that you had to go because she was “sick of watching you read your life away, book after bloody book,” in that godforsaken British accent everyone appeared to adore so much.
She was right, though, (again, not that you would ever admit to her and feed that monstrous, ever-growing ego); you were reading your life away, book after book when every other student appeared to know how to have a good time – whether that was guys chugging kegs and girls flashing their tits, or in a general case, attending the annual First Home MVU Game where the Milburn Vine Tigers fight to the death. Well, not really, though it was their slogan on all the cheap posters around campus since you had started.
Typically you’d spend the first night of the new school year (or any other night, for that matter) reading a good book while Leone trashed the dorm room with clothes and makeup before heading out for a night on the not so lively town. Only two hours from Long Island, Milburn Vine University housed over 12,500 students per school year and for two long, gruelling ones, you had been a blurred face amongst the crowd.
This is an alternative version to my fic “Fireproof”, where the reader gets doused by the sex pollen instead of Peter, but you don’t need to have read that first. As any sex pollen fic, this can qualify as non/dub-con, so read at your own discretion and responsability.
Dedicated to @angel-spidey because without her this would have never seen the light of day💓
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Peter knew it was wrong. He knew it. He wasn’t delusional enough to believe it was something other than the pollen making you act that way. Making you say those things. You had always been sweet to him, that was true, but you were sweet to everybody, didn’t make any difference if they were a janitor or an avenger, it was one of the reasons he liked you so much.
He also knew he wasn’t the only one. His eyes weren’t the only pair of eyes that strayed to you in the lab, Harley too seemed to be rather distracted whenever he was in your presence. And in fact, Peter didn’t think he had ever seen Steve visit the lab that often before. Ever. And the guy was freaking Captain America, how could he ever compete with that?
You didn’t feel the same way about him, he had resigned to that a long time ago. To watch you from afar. To love you from afar. Because at least that much was true: the only way he knew he beated the other two men, beaten them by a long shot, was that he loved you the most.
That was why he had left the med bay, because he couldn’t stand it, seeing you like that, fighting against your restraints, skin flushed and eyes on fire, calling him, begging him to…
Summary: you happened to get turned on by Toms little insta story. Hehe.
Warning: smut, language
You’d been playing outside with Tessa for the past hour. The boys coming out into the yard here and there. Harrison and Harry were feeding the chickens and you were sitting on the floor as Tessa played around you.
Tom was currently taking a nap after you’d come back from the park. You weren’t tired so you let him be.
A few hours passed, Haz, Harry and T went to grab Sam for something, so it was just you and Tessa outside and Tom still sleeping. Or so you thought.
Tessa was laying between your legs as you scrolled through Twitter, then shifted to insta. And that’s when you noticed the top of your page. Your brows furrowed as you clicked on Toms story.
A loud gasp escaped your lips. You quickly slapped a hand to your mouth, your eyes replaying the video. Something was off about it because all he was doing was breathing heavily. But oh. my. god.
This was a couple minutes ago. You carefully brought Tessa inside, she ran to her little bed, resting peacefully, while you sprinted to the living room. And there he was sitting agaisnt the wall, brows furrowed as he tried to fix his insta.
“Hey darlin, do you know ho—“ Tom couldn’t even finish his sentence because your lips were on him in seconds. “Mmm, what’s that for?” Tom hummed with a smile, as you pushed his knees down, and sitting on his lap.
“Saw your little video.” You said, breathing heavily as you stared at him, every feature magnified as your eyes were blown. Tom bit his lip, setting his phone down.
“Was just doin a challen—mmm.” You were back to kissing him. Your hands holding the sides of his head, opening his mouth and slipping your tongue in. Tom groaned as you sucked on his tongue, his hands graveling down to your ass.
“I want you right now.” You moaned softly, Tom biting your bottom lip making you tug his hair.
“Fuck, so horny darling.” He said making you roll your eyes, your lips trailing down his neck. Tom hummed, moving his neck aside as you kissed down. Your hands coming under his shirt, feeling his chest. “Wait—“ Tom said.
“What?” You looked at him, eyes pleading for him to let you continue.
“Where the boys?” Tom asked
“Went to pick up Sam.” You said going back to sucking his neck. “I can leave marks yea?” You breathed against his neck, kissing softly as you waited his answer. Tom bit his lip, he wasn’t filming, and he didn’t know how long, but fuck how he got turned on just be seeing hickies on him.
“Yea of course.” He said, feeling you smile against him and begin sucking. You tugged on his shirt, Tom lifting his arms up as you tossed his shirt aside.
“Fuck me.” You breathed. You’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times, but fuck it got you every time. Tom smiled, kissing your neck as you moved on his lap, grinding down on his tight shorts.
“Let’s go to the room, they could be back in a couple minutes.” Tom said just as you were unbuttoning his shorts.
“Want you so bad,” you said into his ear, causing Tom to unconsciously buck his hips up. You gasped lightly, Tom biting your neck softly. Tom helped you up, your arms still around his neck kissing him desperately, and Tom was loving it. You rarely get affectionate and desperate for him because that’s just the person you are. You don’t need him constantly, and Tom loves that about you. But those moments when your begging for him, gives him life. You opened your mouth for him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as Tom slipped his tongue inside you.
“Fast Tommy, wanna fuck you.” You said breathlessly into his ear causing a shiver to run up his spine. Tom ran to his room, the room closing softly behind him so not to alert Tessa. He pushed your back agaisnt the door, locking it as you grasped his hair.
“Fuck baby.” Tom moaned, pushing his bulge between your legs, causing you to whimper.
“Please.” You begged, Tom losing it as he dropped you on the bed. You were already up on your knees, unbuttoning his shorts and tugging them down. Tom kicked it off along with his boxers. He then helped you toss your clothes off, pulling your sweats and panties off.
“So fucking beautiful.” Tom said kissing up your body. You ran your hands through his hair as Tom rubbed your clit, spreading your arousal. You reached over to the nightstand grabbing a condom.
“Love this cock.” You said rolling him over as you kissed his cock, licking up. Tom bit his lip as you made eye contact, your lips wrapping around his head, tongue flicking the hole before you went further down.
“F-fuck.” Tom gasped, fisting the sheet as you deep throated him, your ass in the air. “Y/n—y/n fuck—please I don’t wanna cum right now.” Tom moaned, biting his lip as he held your upper arm. You bit your lip pulling off. Your teeth ripping the condom open and slipping it on him.
“Taste pretty sweet.” You said into his ear causing Tom to let out a soft moan.
“Sams been sending me a lot of healthy recipes.” He said knowing you didn’t want an explanation, but his mind gets foggy whenever you talk like that. You chuckled lightly, looking down at him.
“I know Tommy.” You said pecking his lips. You bit your lip, your hands planted on his chest, lifting your hips up. Tom holding the back of the pillow as the other positioned his cock by your hole. You slowly went down, head going back as Tom filled you.
“Fuck.” You exhaled, Tom biting his lip as you began to move. But fuck he wanted to fuck you, and make you feel good. Tom held your hips pulling you down to his chest and flipping you both over.
“Wanna make you feel good.” He said kissing your neck and chest, sucking on your nipple. You moaned loudly as Tom brought your leg higher up his waist and thrusting harder and deeper. Your head leaned back hands grasping the sheets desperately.
“Uhhh Tommm.” You moaned, Tom tugging your nipple as his pace slowed and deepened.
“Feel so fucking good.” Tom groaned in your ear, your hand holding the back of his hand as the other was wrapped around his shoulder holding him desperately close. Tom loved that about you, how much you took comfort in closeness but only for him.
Tom felt your walls pulse around him, his hand coming down and rubbing your clit, flicking it causing you to let out a quiet scream.
“Gonna cum babygirl?” Tom said kissing under your ear.
“Mhm—g-gonna cum.” You repeated making Tom smile.
“Who’re you gonna cum for baby?” He asked kissing the sides of your lips. You whimpered, hips bucking up as Tom hit your spot.
“y-you T-Tommy, c-cum for you.” Your nails leaving marks all over his back.
“Cmon cum for me then.” Tom said grunting as he picked up the speed just as you came, your back arching, head thrown back. Tom thrusted harder, chasing his high. And just as he hit you one last time, his cum filled the condom.
“Fuck.” Tom exhaled, thrusting slower, milking out his cum. You sighed, looking up at Tom with a lazy smile, your hand running down his arm. Tom smiled down at you, a small chuckle escaping his lips as you bit your lip.
Tom slowly pulled out, tying the condom and tossing it before coming back with a warm towel and cleaning you up.
“Feel good babygirl?” Tom asked kissing your cheek as he helped you put your clothes back on.
“Mhm, really good.” You said pushing Tom back on the bed, he had only his boxers on as you had a hoodie and panties. Tom bit his lip as his hand held your ass.
“I love you Tommy.” You said playing with his curls. Tom’s face broke out into a bigger smile. It gets him every time.
“I love you too baby.” He said making you smile, your cheeks flaring as you hugged him burying your face in the crook of his neck.
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A/N: that was just me really needing to right something for that insta story cuz like fuck
❀ 𝒫𝓁𝑜𝓉 | It all started when you spilled that cursed cup of coffee onto your newly bought laptop. He couldn’t help but stare as you waltzed in livid, hair swaying back and forth on your shoulder, mini slit pencil skirt riding your hips. He knew then and there you were the one, the one that would stay on his mind for a long time after. Hours, days, weeks, months, would go by as he watched you. Leaving his dying desire to have you choking the life from him, but he waited, waited for that one perfect day that would set everything in motion.
❧ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 | Stalking | Noncon sex | Unprotected sex | Mentions of kidnapping | Male Masturbation | Bodange: Handcuffs | Breeding |
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Tom hid behind the tree and inside the bushes as he watched you through your living room window. His sweaty palm braced against it to help withstand his exquisite physique as his legs shook at the mercy of his pleasure. His shaft hard in his hand as his hips drove into the movement of his own speed. Sweat falling from his forehead onto the soil beneath his feet as his eyes never fell from you. Tom licks over his lips and pushes his silver framed glasses against his face. You were such a perfect image to him, your face buried into your pillow as you grinded down onto your hitachi wand. The cotton straps of your nightie falling from your shoulders as you rise from the pillow and throw your head back in ecstasy. Tom was in his glory, more so than ever, he had only done this one other time and the sensation that it first brought him was enough to bring him to his knees, literally.
He had pictured his mouth wrapped around your hard nipples once you reached down to expose one of your breast. He spit into his palm giving him more lubrication, he pictured it was your cunt wrapped around his shaft rather than his hand.
‘But that moment would come’ he smirked to himself
Tom was helpless watching you and seeing you hit just the right spot you needed to, pushed him right over the edge. His length pulsating in his tired hand as his seed stains the sides of your cement house, he stood there for minutes as his seed continued to pour down his shaft. He cursed so many times as he unraveled in his high with his heart racing at a million miles per hour. Tom would find the strength to leave soon after tucking away his still hardened member and sneaking off with a few pictures of you on the way to your second orgasm.
Tom knew the pictures were overboard, but couldn’t stop it, this drive, this….desire. He craved for your presence every second of the day and the pictures were the perfect way to relive his stress. He made sure to be careful, to be safe with the photos, making sure every sight of you that was going to be printed, was each’s own picture perfect image.
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Today was a special day for Tom, he had been waiting months for this moment, he couldn’t be more excited. Parked in the black Range Rover across the street from your house, he watched as you denied everyone’s calls and texts. You neglected to answer your door for anyone other then the mailman, leaving your co-workers and friends to wonder what you were up to, and all so you could have some alone time with your hitachi. You could have any man you wanted, yet he didn’t understand why you settled for just a toy. He did, on the other hand love watching you satisfy yourself, that was without a doubt, but he just needed you to open up, he wanted you to open up to him. Tom couldn’t understand why he felt the way he did about you, but he thrived off of it. Spending his days at work wondering if you’d ever spill another cup of coffee, urging his sickening boner to go away with passing time, but it never did, it never could.
Tom tapped his steering wheel anxious, waiting for you to finally sip his perfect concoction. Your favorite drink, a cocktail, a Bellini, sitting on the countertop in your kitchen just waiting for your lips to touch it. However, Tom wouldn’t have to wait long. It peaked your interest rather quickly, knowing you should question it, you don’t. You rather bask in the special day and the drink flows down your throat with ease. All Tom needed was for you to take a sip, just for the tip of your tongue to gather only a single drop. But you granted him much easier access by guzzling the entire glass and soon after you were sprawled over your living room couch, heavily asleep.
Your door creaked open and Tom silently patted through your open area. He smiled once he realized how big your home truly was, believe it or not, he was proud of you. Proud that a woman of your stature had done so well for herself. Not only was he proud, but he was excited, so excited that once he had actually approached your sleeping body, it froze him still. His breath staggered as he kneeled down to your length, his hand shaking unsteadily as he pushed your hair from your face. He was starstruck, not believing he had actually gotten this far, but he knew he didn’t have much time. He scooped you into his arms, his erection growing as you were so close to his chest. He could smell the alcohol on your breath and the sweet spice of your perfume. Tom wanted to take you then and there, hell even in his car, but he had such bigger plans for you.
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Your head was pounding as you came into consciousness, you were calm and steady but that quickly changed once you realized you couldn’t move your hands or feet. The cold tight metal of the handcuffs digging into your wrist as you wiggled against the wooden chair. You were grunting and fighting for about ten minutes until you realized damn near out of breath…there was no hope for you. You sighed heavily and once you began to calm down, you finally took in the room. It was candlelit, rose petals leading from your feet to the California king bed in front of you. The room was elegant, the sheets were satin along with the headboard. Velvet curtains and lucid oil paintings draping around the walls. You indeed did love it, even more so it gathered your curiosity to see who the room belonged to.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Tom’s voice is startled as he enters the bedroom, his hair is wet and shaggy as he uses his towel to dry off his silky brown strands.
The first thought in your mind was to scream, but the thought changed, it was shoved to an area of forgetting as the disheveled kidnapper approached you. He was pretty, hell who were you kidding he was gorgeous. You were frozen in sight, you couldn’t help but stare at this devil of a man. Of all the men you had witnessed over the years, none of them took your breath away like he did.
Your thighs were rubbing together as you laid eyes upon him, his toned wet abs made your center throb with need as you scanned over his body. His jawline so perfectly structural, his biceps so greatly toned. Your eyes landed onto his already hard shaft and you were mesmerized. Your focus shifts once he throws his towel aside to land on his black velvet chaise.
“Who the fuck are you?” You say halfwittedly and upset.
“I…I’m Tom, I have a surprise for you.” He sounded nervous, fearful even.
You couldn’t understand his tone, normally, most men would be aggressive and demanding being that they had a woman captive and could make her do whatever he pleases. But he seemed…sweet and nervous. Unsure that he should actually be doing this, but Tom knew there was no going back now. You watched him as he exited the room only to hear the sound of rolling wheels re-approaching. You leaned over to peek out the door but your curiosity was solved when he appeared in front of you with a cart. To your amazement, happiness washed over you when he appeared with a birthday cake. You didn’t understand why but you weren’t so afraid, you were more or less intrigued by him.
“Happy birthday, beautiful-” He chuckles shyly lifting the cake from the cart.
“Make a wish and blow out your candles.” He kneels in front of you, the so appetizing vanilla cake sparkling in front of you with your favorite colors.
You look at him, unsure of what to do. Your fingers are scraping against the wooden chair as he watches you closely. You itch to knock over the cake, to rid him of his current happiness but you can’t, your legs are tied to the chair. He sighs heavily, his demeanor darkening as you take forever to decide. He hangs his head low shaking it back and forth, he sucks his teeth, pointing his finger at you.
“Don’t make me get upset, please. It’s such a special day for you…” His hand falls onto your thigh and for the first time tonight, you finally realize how exposed you are to this man…this stranger you’ve never met.
He grips your thigh tightly, enough for you to release a small squeal of some sort. You take a deep breath, trying to reel in the pain but he presses harder.
“What do you want from me?” You choke out as you sink your nails into the chair.
“For you to listen, to celebrate your day with me.” He caresses your cheek softly, as you go to turn away he doesn’t let you, gripping your jaw with force he holds you still. “Now blow out your candles.”
You wiggle your jaw slightly as he drops it, your eyes piercing into him as you lean forward. Tom had been horny from the moment he began watching you at home and by not satisfying that urge it just became even more addictive. Tom almost moaned as you puckered your lips, he could feel his cock twitch beneath his pajama pants as you drew a deep breath and blew. He pictured your lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him as he fucked your warm, wet mouth. Fingers entangled in your scalp as he pushes his seed down into your throat, moaning and pulsating inside your mouth. ‘Fuck’ Tom couldn’t be more hornier than right now.
Tom dips his finger into the cake and into his pretty pink mouth, you watch him, your own mouth watering as he does so. Though you had to be wrong for thinking it, you couldn’t help but admit he is one handsome kidnapper. You resented your body for thinking the way it did, for reacting to his every move.
“Delicious, want some?” He offers to your lips, the frosting coating them as he travels his finger back and forth.
You don’t open your mouth, you turn your head and fight against his wishes, but Tom couldn’t have that after all. He grips your jaw again, this time prying your mouth open and spreading the frosting across your tongue with his index finger. You could feel his arduous length pressing against the inside of your thigh, you wanted to deny that he was huge, but proof proved you couldn’t. You hadn’t been touched by a man in all of two years and feeling his length so close to your center, created a tsunami between your thighs.
“You don’t remember me do you?” He asks gently, you shake your head in response.
“Am I supposed too?”
“It’s okay, nobody does, I figured that much.” He chuckles slightly sad, but soon shakes it off afterwards.
You didn’t remember him…or so you thought.
As you nibbled along your bottom lip trailing away in deep thought, you realized you did. Three months ago when he fixed your computer for the first time, you remember the distinct accent he had, it was thick and dare you say it-sexy.
“I do remember you, you fixed my computer three months back.” You say with a gentle smile, hoping he’d be kind enough to let you go.
However, Tom knew better, he was smarter than the average person and he knew exactly what game you were going to play.
“You know after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You lied, boldly.
“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you.
“Yea, I was…was nervous about coming back, so I didn’t.”
“A woman like you interested in me? Ha! In a million years, besides, flattery will get you no where, trust me. I know all about you.” Tom says cockily with a wink.
“Why am I here for fucks sake?” You were getting fed up, tired of his games.
“You’re here, because, I…cannot wait…to breed you.” Tom leans into your ear sexily, nearly purring away those words.
It sent a chill down your spine to hear such devious words. It made your nipples harden hearing how someone had the desire to…breed you. You felt so filthy, yet so thrilled.
“You see, beautiful, I’ve been watching you for a long time, and i’ve waited so long for this very moment.”
Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, he unlocked the handcuffs around your arms and legs and allowed you to stand.
“What are you doing?” You looked him in his lustful brown eyes.
“You won’t run, you have yet to scream, to tell me to stop.” He moved behind you, taking your free hand and locking it back behind you.
He was right, for some reason you didn’t feel the need to. You felt as if he was harmless, just looking for someone to satisfy his needs, but with a body like that, who would be less than happy. Although the fear in you remained, you were more curious as of right now and you wanted him to fulfill that curiosity.
Tom was close to you, the heat radiating off his divine figure, you could smell him, he smelled of sage, it made you warm and it allowed you to feel safe. You didn’t understand the mixed feelings of fear and happiness in your stomach, but you were exhilarated, more than you’ve been in a long time.
As Tom leads you over to the bed, you cross a mirror and finally you see yourself. Naked, nothing but a sheer robe to cover your body, but you had to admit it to yourself, you liked the way it looked on you. Tom pushed you down onto the bed, using his knee he parts your thighs hovering just above your face. He looked divine in the moonlight and you wanted to kiss him. Just as you thought he would kiss you, he didn’t, he attacks your neck, licking along the length of your collar bone as you breathed heavily beneath him. Tom kissed down your chest, to your abdomen and all the way to your center. For the first time in years, your body is responsive to small touches, responsive to a man. It feels electrifying and you wanted more, you craved more but you refuse to let him know.
His hot breath hinting over your flower, he was breathless. Tom had been a ladies man back then and he’d seen his fair share of pussy, but none like yours. To him it was award winning, a pinnacle to that of a goddess and he was in love, more than he thought. His shaft was suffering now, upon seeing how inviting you were for him, he knew he had to bury himself inside of you-no matter what.
“You have the prettiest pussy i’ve seen in a long time-” Tom restrains a moan as he sees how wet you are upon his arrival. “As bad as I want to devour you, my cock needs this…I need this…so much more.”
His words are nearly painful, as if choking the life from him. Tom practically ripped off his pants, freeing his hard shaft. You watched him, his words towards you making you more needy by the second, you were excited to see how he would fit inside you, but more so concerned with the lack of information you knew about this man. Nonetheless, his length was gorgeous, one of the best you’ve seen, but the hardest you’ll ever have. Pre-cum falling from his red swollen tip as he stroked his shaft a few times.
“Wait, Tom please, don’t.” You begin to plead, though you really wanted to experience this, to experience having something his size, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it-it wasn’t right.
“Seeing how wet you are, I don’t have to use my saliva as lubricant now.” A devilish smirk is brought upon his face. You began to scoot away from Tom, but it seemed to anger him.
You let out a yelp as he grips your ankle and pulls you back down to him. Tom wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes, hard.
“Don’t ever run away from me again.” He’s possessive about this, about making this go his way and for the first time tonight-you felt nothing but fear.
He quickly position’s himself between your thighs. Tom almost came instantly as his tip rubbed over your sensitive slit. Sure, he had always dreamed of this, but to actually do it, to actually be inside you, filling you up. The dream and the reality were two very different things and the reality was enough to make him plead insanity.
“Tom, please. Stop.” You choked out softly, you were helpless with your arms stuck behind your back, but you couldn’t stop wiggling, hoping to detour his plans.
“I looked at the pictures i’ve taken of you over and over, dreaming of this moment.” Tom admitted suddenly, but he knew what he was doing, he ceased your movements.
“What?” You say quietly, shocked at his admission.
Tom used your petrified state to his advantage, aligning his tip with your entrance, he pushes inside you with one swift thrust. A loud gasp escapes your lips and Tom finds himself in pure bliss, his hand never leaving your throat. His mouth swallows your nipples as he licks around them, the sheer material of the robe being not a bother to him. He switched between both your hard teats, showing them both equal love. His mouth kneaded them and it felt magnificent, his tongue was ductile, tender and you were having a hard time concentrating.
His large hands tighten around your neck as he meets your center with gratitude. The breath in your lungs no longer escaping, you couldn’t breathe but you didn’t care. You were in bliss, you hated to admit it, but he had felt better than your current boyfriend, hitachi. You had also forgotten all about the pictures Tom mentioned in this moment, there was only you, him, and euphoria. Tom wanted to take things slow, to make every single moment with you last forever but his lust wouldn’t allow him to maintain it for long. Lifting your knee above his elbow allowed him to go so much deeper than he already was, pushing slowly with every single thrust.
“Such a perfect fucking fit-” He moaned deeply. His moans were seductive to you, that alone was enough to make you hit your high, but tonight you wanted more, you craved it.
Your nails sank into the hard metal of the handcuffs as they ate away at the flesh around your wrist. You were struggling to contain every moan, he had felt amazing inside you, he was right, he was such a perfect fit for your wet center. Tom’s gratification would cease as he felt his length swell up, his tip throbbing with the need to release but he would deny himself that. You’re filled with the absence of his thick cock and you can’t help but mindlessly whine, your hips grinding against him for friction to no avail. Although, you were also glad, glad that you could finally breathe, that air was accepting back into your lungs.
“You’re so tight, I have to stop myself from cumming so fast-“He holds his shaft in hand, being careful not to stroke it. “Fuck..” Tom moans intensely, his cock twitching in his palm. “This has never happened to me before.” He admits honestly, he was shocked at such a hold you had over him.
Tom regains his focus and his body is tense as his need to cum subsides. He does however, decide to change the dynamic. Turning you onto your stomach, he spreads your legs apart lifting your ass in the air as you keep your face buried into his sheets. They turn you on more with his scent being scattered throughout them, it was as close to touching him you were gonna get, but you didn’t mind…or maybe you did.
Tom then creates a new rhythm, this time, harder and faster than before. He grips onto the chain that links the cuffs together as his other hand has his hot and heavy figure, towering over you whilst he holds onto the back of your neck. You were in dismay, your mind in shambles as he drove his inches deeper inside you. Vacuous moans escaped your lips as he pounded his hips into yours effortlessly. You had no shame, you were now loving this, wanting this.
“Say my name-” Tom suddenly demands, his voice darkened with need and his fingers found their way into your hair.
He grips by the roots pulling you up so your back is against his chest, your head falls onto his shoulders. He sucks on the nape of your neck, his mouth searching for that spot, that spot that would drive you ballistic. But with his expertise it doesn’t take him long to find it and his teeth biting down on your sweet spot, was the icing on the cake. Your knees buckle as he does so and you can’t help but moan just slightly. The sound of your wetness squelching, filling his bedroom loudly as Tom never ceased his onslaught. He was undoing himself right behind you, his balls tightening the longer he went. You were constricting around his length, so close to cumming on his cock for the first time tonight, but Tom wouldn’t allow it.
“You don’t get to cum, now say my name.” Tom’s index finger and thumb find their way to your sensitive nipple and he pinches. The pain should deter you but it doesn’t, it only thrives you, only makes you more wetter.
“Tom-” You purr softly and it’s just enough for him.
It didn’t annoy you that you wouldn’t get to cum, no matter how much you wanted too, it gave you satisfaction knowing that you were someone else’s.
Tom pushes you down onto the bed, his hips violating against yours as he drove into you like a truck. His thrust were ragged and sloppy as he got closer, his hair sticking to his face as sweat dripped down the tip of his nose. He watched as your cunt swallowed his cock whole and with no remorse. Tom was in paradise. His length was driving deeper and deeper with each stroke, you could feel his tip penetrating your cervix but he didn’t care and neither did you.
“Such a good cock slut-” Tom is grunting loudly, his headboard is shifting against the walls of his bedroom and he’s trying to hold on with all his might. “Such a promising pussy-”
You bury your face into the sheets once again, you bite down hard onto them, taking all the punishment he threw at you. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this with a complete stranger, but admittedly, it was much hotter than you imagined.
“Gonna…fill…you…up.” Tom’s finals strokes match his words, your eyes blew open widely as you realize he was going to bring his truth to reality.
His seed breaches inside you, filling you up to the brim. You can’t help but cry out in pleasure and fear. His hard shaft still throbbing and needlessly spilling inside you. Tom’s body falls heavily on yours as he breaths tirelessly, his lips press to your ear and you can feel his warm breath there. You enjoyed this moment with him, not understanding why, but you did.
“Please, let me go.” You shyly whisper.
“Mmm, I wish I could but, i’m not done breeding you yet-” Tom lifts his body from yours keeping the same position. Towering down over you he uses his hips to repeat his former actions. Your cunt opening and inviting him in with each stroke.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.” He whispers delicately.
You were shocked, horrified even, but even more you were hornier than ever. You just couldn’t believe you were going to be bred by the computer guy…named Tom…a complete stranger.
❀ 𝒫𝓁𝑜𝓉 | It all started when you spilled that cursed cup of coffee onto your newly bought laptop. He couldn’t help but stare as you waltzed in livid, hair swaying back and forth on your shoulder, mini slit pencil skirt riding your hips. He knew then and there you were the one, the one that would stay on his mind for a long time after. Hours, days, weeks, months, would go by as he watched you. Leaving his dying desire to have you choking the life from him, but he waited, waited for that one perfect day that would set everything in motion.
❧ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 | Stalking | Noncon sex | Unprotected sex | Mentions of kidnapping | Male Masturbation | Bodange: Handcuffs | Breeding |
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Tom hid behind the tree and inside the bushes as he watched you through your living room window. His sweaty palm braced against it to help withstand his exquisite physique as his legs shook at the mercy of his pleasure. His shaft hard in his hand as his hips drove into the movement of his own speed. Sweat falling from his forehead onto the soil beneath his feet as his eyes never fell from you. Tom licks over his lips and pushes his silver framed glasses against his face. You were such a perfect image to him, your face buried into your pillow as you grinded down onto your hitachi wand. The cotton straps of your nightie falling from your shoulders as you rise from the pillow and throw your head back in ecstasy. Tom was in his glory, more so than ever, he had only done this one other time and the sensation that it first brought him was enough to bring him to his knees, literally.
He had pictured his mouth wrapped around your hard nipples once you reached down to expose one of your breast. He spit into his palm giving him more lubrication, he pictured it was your cunt wrapped around his shaft rather than his hand.
‘But that moment would come’ he smirked to himself
Tom was helpless watching you and seeing you hit just the right spot you needed to, pushed him right over the edge. His length pulsating in his tired hand as his seed stains the sides of your cement house, he stood there for minutes as his seed continued to pour down his shaft. He cursed so many times as he unraveled in his high with his heart racing at a million miles per hour. Tom would find the strength to leave soon after tucking away his still hardened member and sneaking off with a few pictures of you on the way to your second orgasm.
Tom knew the pictures were overboard, but couldn’t stop it, this drive, this....desire. He craved for your presence every second of the day and the pictures were the perfect way to relive his stress. He made sure to be careful, to be safe with the photos, making sure every sight of you that was going to be printed, was each’s own picture perfect image.
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Today was a special day for Tom, he had been waiting months for this moment, he couldn’t be more excited. Parked in the black Range Rover across the street from your house, he watched as you denied everyone’s calls and texts. You neglected to answer your door for anyone other then the mailman, leaving your co-workers and friends to wonder what you were up to, and all so you could have some alone time with your hitachi. You could have any man you wanted, yet he didn’t understand why you settled for just a toy. He did, on the other hand love watching you satisfy yourself, that was without a doubt, but he just needed you to open up, he wanted you to open up to him. Tom couldn’t understand why he felt the way he did about you, but he thrived off of it. Spending his days at work wondering if you’d ever spill another cup of coffee, urging his sickening boner to go away with passing time, but it never did, it never could.
Tom tapped his steering wheel anxious, waiting for you to finally sip his perfect concoction. Your favorite drink, a cocktail, a Bellini, sitting on the countertop in your kitchen just waiting for your lips to touch it. However, Tom wouldn’t have to wait long. It peaked your interest rather quickly, knowing you should question it, you don’t. You rather bask in the special day and the drink flows down your throat with ease. All Tom needed was for you to take a sip, just for the tip of your tongue to gather only a single drop. But you granted him much easier access by guzzling the entire glass and soon after you were sprawled over your living room couch, heavily asleep.
Your door creaked open and Tom silently patted through your open area. He smiled once he realized how big your home truly was, believe it or not, he was proud of you. Proud that a woman of your stature had done so well for herself. Not only was he proud, but he was excited, so excited that once he had actually approached your sleeping body, it froze him still. His breath staggered as he kneeled down to your length, his hand shaking unsteadily as he pushed your hair from your face. He was starstruck, not believing he had actually gotten this far, but he knew he didn’t have much time. He scooped you into his arms, his erection growing as you were so close to his chest. He could smell the alcohol on your breath and the sweet spice of your perfume. Tom wanted to take you then and there, hell even in his car, but he had such bigger plans for you.
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Your head was pounding as you came into consciousness, you were calm and steady but that quickly changed once you realized you couldn’t move your hands or feet. The cold tight metal of the handcuffs digging into your wrist as you wiggled against the wooden chair. You were grunting and fighting for about ten minutes until you realized damn near out of breath...there was no hope for you. You sighed heavily and once you began to calm down, you finally took in the room. It was candlelit, rose petals leading from your feet to the California king bed in front of you. The room was elegant, the sheets were satin along with the headboard. Velvet curtains and lucid oil paintings draping around the walls. You indeed did love it, even more so it gathered your curiosity to see who the room belonged to.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Tom’s voice is startled as he enters the bedroom, his hair is wet and shaggy as he uses his towel to dry off his silky brown strands.
The first thought in your mind was to scream, but the thought changed, it was shoved to an area of forgetting as the disheveled kidnapper approached you. He was pretty, hell who were you kidding he was gorgeous. You were frozen in sight, you couldn’t help but stare at this devil of a man. Of all the men you had witnessed over the years, none of them took your breath away like he did.
Your thighs were rubbing together as you laid eyes upon him, his toned wet abs made your center throb with need as you scanned over his body. His jawline so perfectly structural, his biceps so greatly toned. Your eyes landed onto his already hard shaft and you were mesmerized. Your focus shifts once he throws his towel aside to land on his black velvet chaise.
“Who the fuck are you?” You say halfwittedly and upset.
“I...I’m Tom, I have a surprise for you.” He sounded nervous, fearful even.
You couldn’t understand his tone, normally, most men would be aggressive and demanding being that they had a woman captive and could make her do whatever he pleases. But he seemed...sweet and nervous. Unsure that he should actually be doing this, but Tom knew there was no going back now. You watched him as he exited the room only to hear the sound of rolling wheels re-approaching. You leaned over to peek out the door but your curiosity was solved when he appeared in front of you with a cart. To your amazement, happiness washed over you when he appeared with a birthday cake. You didn’t understand why but you weren’t so afraid, you were more or less intrigued by him.
“Happy birthday, beautiful-” He chuckles shyly lifting the cake from the cart.
“Make a wish and blow out your candles.” He kneels in front of you, the so appetizing vanilla cake sparkling in front of you with your favorite colors.
You look at him, unsure of what to do. Your fingers are scraping against the wooden chair as he watches you closely. You itch to knock over the cake, to rid him of his current happiness but you can’t, your legs are tied to the chair. He sighs heavily, his demeanor darkening as you take forever to decide. He hangs his head low shaking it back and forth, he sucks his teeth, pointing his finger at you.
“Don’t make me get upset, please. It’s such a special day for you...” His hand falls onto your thigh and for the first time tonight, you finally realize how exposed you are to this man...this stranger you’ve never met.
He grips your thigh tightly, enough for you to release a small squeal of some sort. You take a deep breath, trying to reel in the pain but he presses harder.
“What do you want from me?” You choke out as you sink your nails into the chair.
“For you to listen, to celebrate your day with me.” He caresses your cheek softly, as you go to turn away he doesn’t let you, gripping your jaw with force he holds you still. “Now blow out your candles.”
You wiggle your jaw slightly as he drops it, your eyes piercing into him as you lean forward. Tom had been horny from the moment he began watching you at home and by not satisfying that urge it just became even more addictive. Tom almost moaned as you puckered your lips, he could feel his cock twitch beneath his pajama pants as you drew a deep breath and blew. He pictured your lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him as he fucked your warm, wet mouth. Fingers entangled in your scalp as he pushes his seed down into your throat, moaning and pulsating inside your mouth. ‘Fuck’ Tom couldn’t be more hornier than right now.
Tom dips his finger into the cake and into his pretty pink mouth, you watch him, your own mouth watering as he does so. Though you had to be wrong for thinking it, you couldn’t help but admit he is one handsome kidnapper. You resented your body for thinking the way it did, for reacting to his every move.
“Delicious, want some?” He offers to your lips, the frosting coating them as he travels his finger back and forth.
You don’t open your mouth, you turn your head and fight against his wishes, but Tom couldn’t have that after all. He grips your jaw again, this time prying your mouth open and spreading the frosting across your tongue with his index finger. You could feel his arduous length pressing against the inside of your thigh, you wanted to deny that he was huge, but proof proved you couldn’t. You hadn’t been touched by a man in all of two years and feeling his length so close to your center, created a tsunami between your thighs.
“You don’t remember me do you?” He asks gently, you shake your head in response.
“Am I supposed too?”
“It’s okay, nobody does, I figured that much.” He chuckles slightly sad, but soon shakes it off afterwards.
You didn’t remember him...or so you thought.
As you nibbled along your bottom lip trailing away in deep thought, you realized you did. Three months ago when he fixed your computer for the first time, you remember the distinct accent he had, it was thick and dare you say it-sexy.
“I do remember you, you fixed my computer three months back.” You say with a gentle smile, hoping he’d be kind enough to let you go.
However, Tom knew better, he was smarter than the average person and he knew exactly what game you were going to play.
“You know after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You lied, boldly.
“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you.
“Yea, I was...was nervous about coming back, so I didn’t.”
“A woman like you interested in me? Ha! In a million years, besides, flattery will get you no where, trust me. I know all about you.” Tom says cockily with a wink.
“Why am I here for fucks sake?” You were getting fed up, tired of his games.
“You’re here, because, I...cannot wait...to breed you.” Tom leans into your ear sexily, nearly purring away those words.
It sent a chill down your spine to hear such devious words. It made your nipples harden hearing how someone had the desire to...breed you. You felt so filthy, yet so thrilled.
“You see, beautiful, I’ve been watching you for a long time, and i’ve waited so long for this very moment.”
Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, he unlocked the handcuffs around your arms and legs and allowed you to stand.
“What are you doing?” You looked him in his lustful brown eyes.
“You won’t run, you have yet to scream, to tell me to stop.” He moved behind you, taking your free hand and locking it back behind you.
He was right, for some reason you didn’t feel the need to. You felt as if he was harmless, just looking for someone to satisfy his needs, but with a body like that, who would be less than happy. Although the fear in you remained, you were more curious as of right now and you wanted him to fulfill that curiosity.
Tom was close to you, the heat radiating off his divine figure, you could smell him, he smelled of sage, it made you warm and it allowed you to feel safe. You didn’t understand the mixed feelings of fear and happiness in your stomach, but you were exhilarated, more than you’ve been in a long time.
As Tom leads you over to the bed, you cross a mirror and finally you see yourself. Naked, nothing but a sheer robe to cover your body, but you had to admit it to yourself, you liked the way it looked on you. Tom pushed you down onto the bed, using his knee he parts your thighs hovering just above your face. He looked divine in the moonlight and you wanted to kiss him. Just as you thought he would kiss you, he didn’t, he attacks your neck, licking along the length of your collar bone as you breathed heavily beneath him. Tom kissed down your chest, to your abdomen and all the way to your center. For the first time in years, your body is responsive to small touches, responsive to a man. It feels electrifying and you wanted more, you craved more but you refuse to let him know.
His hot breath hinting over your flower, he was breathless. Tom had been a ladies man back then and he’d seen his fair share of pussy, but none like yours. To him it was award winning, a pinnacle to that of a goddess and he was in love, more than he thought. His shaft was suffering now, upon seeing how inviting you were for him, he knew he had to bury himself inside of you-no matter what.
“You have the prettiest pussy i’ve seen in a long time-” Tom restrains a moan as he sees how wet you are upon his arrival. “As bad as I want to devour you, my cock needs this...I need this...so much more.”
His words are nearly painful, as if choking the life from him. Tom practically ripped off his pants, freeing his hard shaft. You watched him, his words towards you making you more needy by the second, you were excited to see how he would fit inside you, but more so concerned with the lack of information you knew about this man. Nonetheless, his length was gorgeous, one of the best you’ve seen, but the hardest you’ll ever have. Pre-cum falling from his red swollen tip as he stroked his shaft a few times.
“Wait, Tom please, don’t.” You begin to plead, though you really wanted to experience this, to experience having something his size, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it-it wasn’t right.
“Seeing how wet you are, I don’t have to use my saliva as lubricant now.” A devilish smirk is brought upon his face. You began to scoot away from Tom, but it seemed to anger him.
You let out a yelp as he grips your ankle and pulls you back down to him. Tom wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes, hard.
“Don’t ever run away from me again.” He’s possessive about this, about making this go his way and for the first time tonight-you felt nothing but fear.
He quickly position’s himself between your thighs. Tom almost came instantly as his tip rubbed over your sensitive slit. Sure, he had always dreamed of this, but to actually do it, to actually be inside you, filling you up. The dream and the reality were two very different things and the reality was enough to make him plead insanity.
“Tom, please. Stop.” You choked out softly, you were helpless with your arms stuck behind your back, but you couldn’t stop wiggling, hoping to detour his plans.
“I looked at the pictures i’ve taken of you over and over, dreaming of this moment.” Tom admitted suddenly, but he knew what he was doing, he ceased your movements.
“What?” You say quietly, shocked at his admission.
Tom used your petrified state to his advantage, aligning his tip with your entrance, he pushes inside you with one swift thrust. A loud gasp escapes your lips and Tom finds himself in pure bliss, his hand never leaving your throat. His mouth swallows your nipples as he licks around them, the sheer material of the robe being not a bother to him. He switched between both your hard teats, showing them both equal love. His mouth kneaded them and it felt magnificent, his tongue was ductile, tender and you were having a hard time concentrating.
His large hands tighten around your neck as he meets your center with gratitude. The breath in your lungs no longer escaping, you couldn’t breathe but you didn’t care. You were in bliss, you hated to admit it, but he had felt better than your current boyfriend, hitachi. You had also forgotten all about the pictures Tom mentioned in this moment, there was only you, him, and euphoria. Tom wanted to take things slow, to make every single moment with you last forever but his lust wouldn’t allow him to maintain it for long. Lifting your knee above his elbow allowed him to go so much deeper than he already was, pushing slowly with every single thrust.
“Such a perfect fucking fit-” He moaned deeply. His moans were seductive to you, that alone was enough to make you hit your high, but tonight you wanted more, you craved it.
Your nails sank into the hard metal of the handcuffs as they ate away at the flesh around your wrist. You were struggling to contain every moan, he had felt amazing inside you, he was right, he was such a perfect fit for your wet center. Tom’s gratification would cease as he felt his length swell up, his tip throbbing with the need to release but he would deny himself that. You’re filled with the absence of his thick cock and you can’t help but mindlessly whine, your hips grinding against him for friction to no avail. Although, you were also glad, glad that you could finally breathe, that air was accepting back into your lungs.
“You’re so tight, I have to stop myself from cumming so fast-“He holds his shaft in hand, being careful not to stroke it. “Fuck..” Tom moans intensely, his cock twitching in his palm. “This has never happened to me before.” He admits honestly, he was shocked at such a hold you had over him.
Tom regains his focus and his body is tense as his need to cum subsides. He does however, decide to change the dynamic. Turning you onto your stomach, he spreads your legs apart lifting your ass in the air as you keep your face buried into his sheets. They turn you on more with his scent being scattered throughout them, it was as close to touching him you were gonna get, but you didn’t mind...or maybe you did.
Tom then creates a new rhythm, this time, harder and faster than before. He grips onto the chain that links the cuffs together as his other hand has his hot and heavy figure, towering over you whilst he holds onto the back of your neck. You were in dismay, your mind in shambles as he drove his inches deeper inside you. Vacuous moans escaped your lips as he pounded his hips into yours effortlessly. You had no shame, you were now loving this, wanting this.
“Say my name-” Tom suddenly demands, his voice darkened with need and his fingers found their way into your hair.
He grips by the roots pulling you up so your back is against his chest, your head falls onto his shoulders. He sucks on the nape of your neck, his mouth searching for that spot, that spot that would drive you ballistic. But with his expertise it doesn’t take him long to find it and his teeth biting down on your sweet spot, was the icing on the cake. Your knees buckle as he does so and you can’t help but moan just slightly. The sound of your wetness squelching, filling his bedroom loudly as Tom never ceased his onslaught. He was undoing himself right behind you, his balls tightening the longer he went. You were constricting around his length, so close to cumming on his cock for the first time tonight, but Tom wouldn’t allow it.
“You don’t get to cum, now say my name.” Tom’s index finger and thumb find their way to your sensitive nipple and he pinches. The pain should deter you but it doesn’t, it only thrives you, only makes you more wetter.
“Tom-” You purr softly and it’s just enough for him.
It didn’t annoy you that you wouldn’t get to cum, no matter how much you wanted too, it gave you satisfaction knowing that you were someone else’s.
Tom pushes you down onto the bed, his hips violating against yours as he drove into you like a truck. His thrust were ragged and sloppy as he got closer, his hair sticking to his face as sweat dripped down the tip of his nose. He watched as your cunt swallowed his cock whole and with no remorse. Tom was in paradise. His length was driving deeper and deeper with each stroke, you could feel his tip penetrating your cervix but he didn’t care and neither did you.
“Such a good cock slut-” Tom is grunting loudly, his headboard is shifting against the walls of his bedroom and he’s trying to hold on with all his might. “Such a promising pussy-”
You bury your face into the sheets once again, you bite down hard onto them, taking all the punishment he threw at you. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this with a complete stranger, but admittedly, it was much hotter than you imagined.
“Gonna...fill...you...up.” Tom’s finals strokes match his words, your eyes blew open widely as you realize he was going to bring his truth to reality.
His seed breaches inside you, filling you up to the brim. You can’t help but cry out in pleasure and fear. His hard shaft still throbbing and needlessly spilling inside you. Tom’s body falls heavily on yours as he breaths tirelessly, his lips press to your ear and you can feel his warm breath there. You enjoyed this moment with him, not understanding why, but you did.
“Please, let me go.” You shyly whisper.
“Mmm, I wish I could but, i’m not done breeding you yet-” Tom lifts his body from yours keeping the same position. Towering down over you he uses his hips to repeat his former actions. Your cunt opening and inviting him in with each stroke.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.” He whispers delicately.
You were shocked, horrified even, but even more you were hornier than ever. You just couldn’t believe you were going to be bred by the computer guy...named Tom...a complete stranger.
Notice: The Aurora Borealis doesn’t necessarily mean magic, I just happen to use it as reference for where magic comes from. (Like Charmed, where the sister’s magic went down due to Wyatt being born) I just thought it’d be a really cool idea.
Plot: The Aurora Borealis shows up Halloween night and it sparks a shift in Peter’s hormones and his appetite for you becomes insatiable. However, due to his recent attitude you have a different change of plans.
Peter felt his resilience slowly slipping away from him as the night continued to pass. The drive home was excruciating to say the least, his head pounded at a million miles per hour, his heart beat racing unsteadily and he had a massive hard-on ever since the clock struck twelve. Peter’s spidey senses were off the rails, he was hearing voices from fifteen miles out, he was feeling more paranoid as the day went by, his strength had even grown in numbers. Ned and Happy were baffled themselves to see how easily Peter broke Gwen’s countertop accidentally. He made the best of the night as much as he could without letting these random symptoms affect his mood, however, the longer he remained from you, the more he began to yearn for you. His appetite becoming more insatiable by the second, all he could picture was your body sprawled across the bar as he licked the honey bourbon liquor from your thighs. The way you clutched onto his forearms, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you licked his neck when you teased him. It took all of his might to stifle the moan that peered up the back of his throat.
You and Peter have been together for roughly about three years, and he couldn’t be more in love. You as well, however, you had not accompanied Peter this time, not because you didn’t want to, but because he didn’t tell you. You had caught Peter in the middle of getting dressed just as you arrived home from work. After fighting with him to admit where it was he was going, he finally spoke, though it wouldn’t be the words you wanted to hear. His ex, Gwen was throwing a Halloween party, though they left on good terms and you had no reason to hate her, you couldn’t deny you were jealous. She was still in love with him, that much had been clear, but Peter knew better than to cross lines he couldn’t come back from, however, you still weren’t happy about his made up decision to go. You crossed your arms over your chest in defeat as he kissed your head, goodbye. You were more so upset because you had planned an evening for him, a sweet dinner and then some fun activities to burn off the calories you both had just put on, but he had other plans obviously.
“Fuck!” Peter curses evidently as his hand strokes over his aching member.
He couldn’t understand what was happening, his shaft hardening within seconds. The last time he could recall his dick being this hard, is when he saw you for the first time, it was overwhelming for Peter. He hadn’t smelled or seen such a beautiful sight since, during the evening he finally brought up the courage to speak to you his dick wouldn’t stay down. He was so horny to the point where he couldn’t even look at you, seeing nothing but your lips spew his name in bliss. He wanted to rip open the corset top you wore that evening and devour you nonstop, to see you orgasm over his shaft for the rest of the night; to Peter, this was Deja Vu all over again.
Peter honks his horn, causing his own hearing to go deaf momentarily. He clutches his head in vain, his eyes shutting tightly as his ears ring indefinitely for minutes straight. He was impatient when he wanted something, when he desired something and he was so set on getting it. His foot steps on the gas the second the light flickers green and the cars behind him eat nothing but rubber. Peter argued in his mind what he would say to you when he arrived home, he wanted, scratch that, he needed help with his voracious lust but he didn’t know how he would address it. He cursed himself out mentally for fighting with you to begin with, but he didn’t even know what it was himself, it just felt like an itch only you could scratch.
You twirl in the mirror, gandering at your newly delivered outfit. It fit perfectly, the white mini wrap skirt hugging your hips as you smooth it over your thighs. You bit your lip just thinking about how much Peter would love this skirt, it was just right, especially for him. But you shake the thought of Peter, still keeping in the front of your mind that you were undeniably upset with him. You reach for the shirt to match and it falls over your body loosely but hugs it tightly once you zip it up in the front, you push your hair back as it falls over your shoulders and sigh happily. As you turn to gather your other various packages, you fail to hear Peter’s arrival. His tense figure ruffling through his messy curls as he makes his way up the stairs. He huffs heavily in displeasure as he takes a look at his menacing bulge. His figure stops dead in it’s tracks as he watches the beautiful sight his eyes had laid upon.
His tongue traces over his lips with need as he watches the way your bottom sways in the air, he hums silently in delight, tilting his head to peek underneath your skirt just enough. He smirks to himself as he ganders upon the tag, watching you closely he knows at this point he has the upper hand against your unmindfulness of how close he was to you. Your hands reach toward the back of the skirt to undo the button just below your lower back but before you can, you feel a warm embrace against your back.
“Peter! You scared me.” You breathe deeply as you then soon relax into his figure.
“Sorry darlin’-” He sighs heavily as he inhales your scent, his nose resting into your neck. “You smell heavenly.”
His hips push his member into the smooth plush cotton of your ass, you can smell alcohol on his breath but you know better than assume he was drunk, knowing he was no where near. His lips place gentle kisses along your collarbone and you bite your lip in response, Peter knows that you’re still upset, however this undying urge he feels for you suddenly surpasses that. You roll your eyes, making it known to Peter you weren’t in the mood, when that was far from it, his expression changing drastically when you drop his arms from around you. Picking up the packages, you waltz them into your walk-in closet leaving Peter standing there with a confused yet angry look on his face.
“You’re still upset with me aren’t you?” Peter follows behind you, however, you grant him with silence.
He takes a second to watch you, to watch the way the skirt hugs your curves, to watch the way the top makes your breast sit up all perky. Small sweat beads form at his forehead and soon enough, he’s damn near melting, lust choking the life from him as you seduced him without even knowing.
“Darlin’ please, talk to me, i’m sorry.” He pleads, looking you in the eyes as you come down from the stepping stool and face him.
“I don’t want to talk to you Peter, you completely ignored everything I told you about at the expense of your ex.”
You march back to your bedroom, organizing the rest of the packages that were on the floor. Peter follows you back and forth as you assign your new clothes their own privileged spot in your closet.
“It wasn’t like that baby, I swear.” His arms find themselves pulling you to him as you both rest in front of the mirror unknowingly.
You shake your head unwilling to fight with him this time, you avoid his eyes at all costs knowing what his honey filled irises would do to you. Your lip becomes entangled in your teeth as his shaft throbs against your heat, you can feel how it somewhat connects his to yours and there’s no holding back now.
“Baby please, I need you tonight-” He sounds almost, in pain. His grip strengths on your hips as he licks your neck softly, his other hand sliding around the back of your neck.
You could feel the indifference in Peter, how something felt so off, it charmed you to know what. The heat that radiated off of him felt ten times hotter and his eyes were darker than usual, something was different about him, but what, you wondered.
“No, Peter. I’m not in the mood.” You ignore his pleas, however, you were lying.
The heat between your legs had began a pool of it’s own deceit, staining your red lace with your nectar since Peter had hugged you from behind. Sage ringing off of him like an incense left you in paradise, not including the small teasing neck kisses he had begun to leave, by then you were already dripping.
Peter’s patience had been wearing thin since you walked away from him the first time, the imperishable hunger lingering in his eyes since the day began had immersed you in it’s grasp, you were no longer going to escape.
A faint gasp, that sounds loud and clear to Peter escapes your lips as he spins you around quickly, bracing your back against his chest. A devilish smirk materializes on his face as he watches you in the mirror.
“That’s funny being that I can smell your arousal y/n.” His voice sends chills down your spine as he says your name with grace. It rolls off his tongue like cream and you can’t help but melt into him unwillingly.
His finger graze over your breast and he cups them roughly. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, Peter’s patience run’s thinner and thinner you soon begin to realize. In a swift moment, Peter slides his foot between your’s as if to trip you, but instead it becomes a sitting position within split second. Your legs have closed together as you cradle your knees to your chest Peter has other ideas. He pushes your hair to one side, leaving rough kisses along your neck.
“I haven’t been aroused at all today Peter. Maybe something’s wrong your spidey senses today.” You suggest with shaky words, a smirk given by Peter lets you know that he doesn’t buy any of your lies.
“Then you wouldn’t mind showing me, would you?” His hands have your knees spread in the blink of eye.
In this exact moment, you curse yourself out mentally for wearing red lace and your face flushes with embarrassment. He hums sexily into your ear upon noticing your wet patch, his tongue licks a long streak up your neck and onto your earlobe as he rips off your panty swiftly, you hardly even move.
“Those were my favorite, Peter.” You gasp deeply, his fingers wasting no time finding their way to your core.
“Stop, calling me Peter.” He growls harshly, his fingers teasing your center, just barely touching it. You could sense how you were pushing his buttons, the right one’s.
“That’s your name, is it not?” You smirk slightly with a fearful voice.
Peter looks at you in the eyes through the mirror as you nibble at your lip, his eyebrows are furred and you can tell he isn’t really happy about your latest remark. Gripping your hips, he shifts you forward bringing his legs to close, he pulls you to him laying your bottom over his knees. You squeal in anticipation, his demeanor raining down heavy over you as he undoes the button he stopped you from doing. The cold gust of wind breezes over your bottom as the skirt falls over his lap, you nearly moan at the feeling of the cold air against your heat.
Peter says nothing as the weight of his hand clashes with your bottom, you squeal out in pain and bliss as he does this again. You shield your bottom with your hands in order to prevent further collision but Peter doesn’t stand for it.
“What’s my name darlin?” He growls slightly as he pushes your hair from your face gently.
“Peter,” You gasp with regret, but you also know it’s worth it. Peter hadn’t punished you often, only when you refused to listen or disrespected him, however today, he was just not in the mood for your shit.
SMACK!
Another hand clashes with your nearly red ass, the sound echoing throughout the room as you followed through with a yelp of your own. You were desperately enjoying this, your core becoming wetter and wetter with every second, your nipples hardening with every slap. He holds your hands behind your back and matched with his strength, you weren’t going to win. Although, you wanted more.
“My name!” He’s strict this time, his voice enduring more bass, you know you’re pissing him off right about now.
SMACK!
You cry out in a simple moan as he does this again, this time harder, the echo trails for a few seconds after and it leaves him harder than ever. Peter’s patience filing thin, but he wants you know that he’s not up for this shit, not today, not now.
“Daddy!” You whimper blissfully, his pet name rolling off your tongue like a firecracker had him weak at the knees.
He sighs in relief, dipping a finger into your aching mound before pulling you back to the original position. He holds your left leg open with his hand as he traces your clit in small circles, your head falls back with ease, but he’s still barely touching you. You push your hips into his fingers but he pulls them back more, keeping the same pressure, you whine in agony and it releases a chuckle from his lips.
“I bet you want more, don’t you darlin?” His voice is low and ravishing as he teased you.
Your eyes fluttering as his fingers traced over your desperate heat, his other hand unzips the top, leaving it to fall at your sides. Your nipple becomes his playground as he fiddles around your teat, his index flicking it in small circles as you stifle your moans.
“Oh, yes-” You moan abruptly, pushing back into him.
“Too bad you were too busy being such a bad girl for daddy.” He then disappears behind you as you watch him stand, a unfulfilled expression plastered on your face.
Soon after he returns, he has something suede in his hands. You watch him intently as he sits behind you once again, spreading your legs to where they once were. He unties the knot on the suede covering and something silver and shiny falls from the sack. You suddenly remember this, Valentines day, one year, you pissed him off purposely and paid for it, with this. He had you shaking and quivering for hours, begging to orgasm already.
“Pete, no, please-” You breath heavily as he sets the vibration, his hand clasping around your neck as you call him, Pete.
“You’re going to watch yourself in the mirror as I tease and torture you with this, if you so much as think you’re going come, I best know. Understood babygirl?” He has a husky tone, aggressive too. His dick throbbing against your ass as he watches your core leak his beautiful juices, his mouth watering like ribs falling off the bone.
“Yes.” It’s the only thing you can say because in no time, he has the vibrator against your nipple as his middle finger swirls your clit.
Your eyes roll back and you can feel your legs closing, you pry them open as you moan in bliss. Your sorrows of pleasure filling the room as he watches you. Peter moves the vibrator, bringing it to your lips, you grant him access and he uses your saliva as a lube for your teats, reapplying the same pressure once again. Your back rolls against him as he finally dips a finger into your begging heat. He moans himself, feeling how wet and tight you are. Your nails dig into the skin around his wrist as he pulls the finger in and out slowly.
“If you weren’t being such a brat, my dick would already be inside you darlin.” He moans as he drags his finger from your heat back to your sensitive nub.
You say nothing, your moans have gone silent and he can tell you’re so close. Your thighs are trembling gently and he continues to rub your clit slowly. Your moans are now gasps and he can hear how fast your heart is beating.
“Ri..there.” You gasp out frantically as he speeds up his movements, however they stop once you inhale deeply. Your orgasm firing back down as he pulls the vibrator and his fingers from where you want him the most.
“Peter no-” You whine out as his fingers fall from your heat, emptiness and need filling your core.
“Still calling me Peter I see.” He has the vibrator against your heat this time, and it’s on max.
He has your wrist between his hands as you writher against him, your eyes roll back as the vibrator circles around your clit, you can’t help but smile in pleasure, and it makes Peter more needy.
“You’re so sexy, smiling in bliss. Such a beautiful slut for me.” He pinches your nipple, the feel creating an electric charge that fired up your backside.
“So, close…” You cry out as you ride your hips on the length of the vibrator.
Your orgasm feels like heaven as it surges up further but the release is no longer there, Peter pulls the vibrator from you, leaving you needy and dripping. Orgasm denial, you hated it. It’s soon replaced by his fingers, which are drilling into you, curling up and stroking the parts you need him to the most. His other hands fumbles your clit, giving you unsteady movements purposely as he kissed your neck, sucking softly. He was giving you what you wanted, bringing you right to cloud nine and then letting it float away, you were envious of it, but it all felt so good at the same time.
“Please, daddy, let me..” You beg with a whisper, his eyes watching you closely as you ride his fingers.
His thumb finds a steady rhythm finally and it feels nearly overwhelming, his speed increasing as he curls his fingers again. You reach for your own teat, twisting and twirling it to your own liking as you reach closer and closer to bliss. You reach behind you, playing and pulling on the small curls at the nape of his neck, he growls deeply, his dick straining beneath the fabric of his jeans.
“Come for daddy, come on daddy’s fingers. Right now.” He commands and you obey, his voice, mixed with the feeling and the image was enough to keep you satisfied for life.
Your head lays on his shoulder as he sucks along your exposed neck, your orgasm surges through you, it creates a fuzzy cloud in your mind, Peter riding you down from your high. “That’s it, such a good girl.” He pulls his fingers from your core, his mouth taking them in with no hesitation, your clit throbs watching him, it nearly makes you wanna orgasm again as he moans in delight.
“Knees. Now.” He demands, his eyes turning a shade of black as he rises to his feet.
Your mouth waters as you watch him anxiously, his pants drop to the floor and you hungrily greet his red throbbing member with happiness. Your lips kiss the tip and it’s enough for Peter to curse throughly. Peter throws his head back in bliss once your mouth wraps around his shaft, his fingers interlock themselves in your hair quickly. Aggression was calling Peter’s name furiously, his knees trembling as you licked around his tip.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He growled deeply as he looked down at you, your head bobbing slowly on his member.
Peter without remorse and thought began to thrust his hips forward, his aggression pulling through as he hit the back of your throat. You didn’t gag, but rather took on the challenge, your hands falling to your sides as he began to fuck your face. You felt yourself liking this more than you thought, your hand sliding between your thighs, you moan as you rub your clit in bliss, the vibrations giving Peter chills as you indulged him deeper. You pull a moan from his lips again as you press his tip to the back of your throat.
“Fuck this!” He roared, pulling his hard member from your mouth.
Peter marched over to the chaise, bringing it back over with him and threw you on top of it. His hand bent you over the backboard, your heartbeat increasing dramatically. Peter was frustrated, sexually and you could feel his tension, which was gonna be let out all over you.
His tip lines up with your entrance, he hums seductively as he pushes himself inside you, his thrusts ragged and quick. He holds onto your hips as he licks at your neck, Peter feels primal, this feels primal. Like he needs this or else.
“Pete, holy-” You gasp as your head falls forward, Peter however disagrees with your actions.
His fingers tangle themselves in your hair and he pulls at the roots, your eyes roll back as his speed increases.
“Watch yourself as I fuck you, princess-” He moans into your ear as he pushes deeper. “So tight, so wet, so pretty, and all mine.”
The chaise beneath you begins to creak, his strength increasing with every thrust, with every moan you slip. Peter’s spider side becoming more alluring as it begins to show. Then suddenly, he stops, turning you onto your back as he holds your knees above his elbows. His length filling you up as he pounds into you effortlessly, he smirks as he watches your eyes close and flutter with pleasure. Your nails dig into his flesh, Peter hisses, his hips following up with rougher thrusts than the last. You could feel him rearranging your guts and had little place to think, you knew the chaise wasn’t gonna last and neither would you. Your fingers flip around his curls as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his harsh punishment on your sex leaving you weak and wanting. Peter could taste his blood in the air as you drew it from his back.
“Who’s your daddy princess?” He releases your nipple flying over to the next, his hips creating a wave rhythm that would allow himself to curl up into your spot. Your toes curl and Peter braces his hands against the chaise as he nibbles at your teat. “Answer me!” He howls.
“Coming, daddy.” Were the only words you could put together as his eyebrows fur together. He was angry now, your orgasm rippling through you as you arched into him.
Peter’s thrust seemed endless, they were hard, rough, the chaise cracking underneath his slightest pressure but he didn’t care. He was close all he needed was your touch and that you gave him. Your fingers lock in his hair as you pull, still trying to ride our your current high, Peter’s hips smash against yours as his release finally arrives. His loud groan filling the air with fulfillment as he empties inside you.
“Fuck y/n.” He curses into your ear, your breaths being the only silence created.
“What came over you?” You huff heavily.
“Who said it’s gone?” Peter smirked, you could tell he meant it but were you ready?
CRACK!
The chaise collapses beneath you, as silent as it once was it is no longer. You and Peter’s laughs fill the room as you chuckle over what happened. Peter kisses you roughly, his hands sliding over your body.
“Round two?” His eyebrow raises.
“Maybe we should hit the bed this time…” You giggle and you and Peter rush to the mattress.
We all know how much online hate can hurt. Sadly, most of us had felt it on our own skin at least once, especially the creators in this fandom. If you, like me, write fic, or make art, chances are there has been more than one nasty anon message on your inbox...
And it can be so utterly demoralizing. Its amazing how only a few words can make you doubt yourself, bring you down to the point of tears... Even making you want to give up on the thing you love so much that you are happy to share it with the world for free: Your work.
Now imagine that, multiplied for a hundred, a thousand, a million. That's what's happening to someone a lot of people here is supposed to love. Yeah, you know it, I'm talking about Tom Holland.
I'm not here to make a judgement of character. I'm not here to defend or condemn his actions or supposed lack of them. I'm just here to say online bulling is damaging and painfull, and no one deserves it. Except Trump and his nazi minions of course, but that's a subject for another post. There is so much going on in the world, but I think it's important to remember to be kind, and spread love is just as important as fighting for what is right and just is.
So, let's send some love instead. Let's fight just a little of the hate with goodness, and kind messages. We all saw how off Tom seemed in his last story, so chances are if he sees the bad, he might see the good too. Let's send some kind tweets and comments his way. And lets not stop there, send some anon kindness to someone else too. Not those chains you just copy and paste, but a simple "Hey, how you doing? I like your blog and I like you"
Notice: I wanted to do something a little different here. I was inspired by Norse/Greek Mythology and decided to give Peter a little more love.
Aunt May is actually going to be Peter’s mom here and Happy is going to be his father. I’m also going add MJ and Ned as his siblings.
Bare with me, I hope you guys don’t get lost. Reblog, like and Enjoy!
Plot: “Disobey the rules of Elvelara and pay the price.” Peter Parker had a life way out of the extraordinary, being born to God’s wasn’t easy. Always forced to obey the rules of the kingdom and keep the Elvelarian’s happy, he would soon take the reigns as King. However, he longed for peace, and in his kingdom’s attempt to repair the once beautiful planet known as Zahiri, he would find peace itself, he would find you.
Warning: Kissing, mentions of abuse, future smut maybe if there’s a part two.
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‘I wonder how different life would be like for you’ He asked himself.
The chilling sensation of Cabernet Franc. spilling down his throat. His food had gone cold, not that he was so hungry anyway. The dinner table was silent, the King and Queen pondering upon their future questions for him. His siblings were nervous, fearful of the wrath their older brother would face from their father. Forks and knives scraping against the silver plates that held their meals, all the while it’s nothing but silence, tension.
“So, Peter, I hear Zahiri is going to be building a statue in your honor.” His father’s husky voice nearly echoing throughout the dining hall.
The silence had finally been broken. Courage had finally risen up to speak given it’s master and now it would hold nothing back.
“Yes father, they are. It’s great news.” A slight smile comes to appear on Peter’s face, but happiness is far from there.
Peter can’t help but be anxious as the evening approached, he was so curious as to what you might have been doing to past the time, hopefully not sulking in your thoughts just as he was. A single brown curl from his messy hair straggling in front of his face as he bows his head, he bites his lip with a smile thinking about you. The things you made him feel, he just couldn’t comprehend. Of all the women that would fall weak at the knees just by the mere feel of his presence, he despised. He could never bring himself to understand the attraction a title held over a woman, it’s power was limitless, that’s all he understood, all he needed to understand.
“Are you not excited dear?” May’s compassionate voice filling the room as silence tries to rest near.
“I am mother, honored dearly, but more concerning matters have been brought to me as of lately.” There’s a hint of agitation in his voice, followed by the numbness of the Cabernet Franc.
“Your tone will not be accepted in my presence Peter and neither will this attitude!” Happy’s voice reigning down like thunder over everyone’s heads.
“I have no attitude, father.” Another sip.
Peter longed for the time to pass faster, cursing himself mentally for not being the God of time. The Cabernet Franc. swirling around inside the gold chalice. Peter ganders into the depths of his numbing wine, causing the liquid to refill itself. His red stained lips aligns with the tip of the chalice and his eyes close as the liquid melts down his throat. A high pitch ring is heard throughout the dining hall as the chalice comes into contact with the glass beechwood table. A deep sigh of relief has wallowed from Peter as he swallows in gratification.
“This has gone on long enough Peter. I have no tolerance for your disobedience any longer-”
Another sip.
“Leaving the palace at obstinate hours of the night, escaping sacred grounds, while you satiate yourself with a peasant. You are no son of mine.” Happy’s words firing arrows into the heart of his eldest son. Peter could feel rage dwelling inside the pit of his abdomen, a fire he soon would be unable to repress.
Another sip.
“Imprisoning me in the dungeon? Depriving me of my wings? Abolishing my powers? You surmise yourself of any right? You have left me no choice father!”
“I have given you life, gifted you with a power beyond dreams, yet you defy me at every turn. I have tried to teach you my ways son, to show you what it means to be king.”
“If to be a king you have to show no mercy, that is a madness I will not partake in.” Peter’s words are thick and show no leniency, his eyes are cold and angry.
The large gold plated Astoria chair, being scrapped across the marble floors as Peter arose. He had been languished, irate at his father’s actions. Nothing but a frigid man who had been raised to serve no other purpose than to appease his father. But, of this he will have no more.
“Mercy is for the weak Peter, a God has no weakness!” The table trembles underneath the weight of his fist as the glass shatters just barely.
Happy had this roar in his eyes, this volcano. He was disappointed, upset, that his eldest God would transgress against his kingdom, against his rules. All for the likings of a Zahirian. He just couldn’t fathom. He could have sworn by his father’s sword that he’d raised his son better. That his son would do no wrong. Happy couldn’t help but wonder where he fell short.
“You speak of her as if she wasn’t a god. As if she was the one who let them saunter on uninterrupted throughout their palace walls. You know little to nothing, yet you are set on driving us apart.” Peter couldn’t help it, fury was burying itself into his consciousness, driving itself to speak ill of the man he stood in front of, just as he would do his own flesh.
“Peter, please stop.” May words are woeful, she knows Peter’s words have struck such a malleable spot for her husband. Petrified of the vexation her beloved son would endure, she cried out for silence to overthrow the rage that fed off her family.
“God’s don’t surrender, god’s don’t beg, god’s don’t trade with the enemy and think any good will come of it. Your demoiselle is foolish, to a god she could compare never.” Peter could feel a dagger being pushed deeper and deeper into his chest the more he breathed, he felt his death upon this family, especially in the hands of a mad man.
“You are your own enemy father and you fear the day you discover it.” Peter’s words have no benevolence left, there is just despair and agony inside the god of war.
Peter clutches his chalice in hand, Happy was indignant as he could only watch his eldest son fade away in a faint puff of black smoke in front of his eyes.
Happy had hope left inside the mirror image of himself, craving for yet another triumphant day where his son would be King and he would finally rest in harmony along side his wife. He just didn’t understand where he left him broken, his father’s promises disregarded because his son failed to erase the pit of humanity that hindered him from becoming a true god. There was no saving Peter now, he had given his heart to humanity and that’s all he needed-to be convinced that a King truly does have a heart. That to sincerely rule as King, you needed to have a heart.
The king of Elvelara boarded up behind his bedroom chambers as he treaded back and forth fighting within his mind. The wooden vanity of his wife’s shattering completely underneath his strength as he finally releases a bolt of anger. May’s worrisome expression covering her face as she watched her husband, the god of madness, go mad himself. She loved her first born, she loved who he had become, she herself saw-the light in humanity, saw how they could change god’s alike. She believed that god’s needed that shred of humanity to keep their own sanity, to bring them back down to peace. She had only wished her husband had felt the same.
“What will you do, my love?” May laid her hand across the shoulder of her longtime lover, her head resting near as she tried to bring peace back into him.
“The only thing I can do beloved, he has left me no choice.” May can feel the undying need for her husband to suppress his final decision but he feels he cannot. Peter has given the king his final straw and it ultimately snapped, there is no longer any remorse for his son in his heart.
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“Evening, my prince.” Caspian would greet his future king with a bow as he approached the timekeepers chambers.
“Caspian, my maiden, is she awake?” Peter appears weary, feeling a sensation of anxiousness as it waves over his body with little hesitation.
Caspian abides by his question, turning to power up the mythical globe that held all parts of the world, even other planets. Caspian’s pupils dilate a shade of sky blue as they search for you. Peter can’t help but tap his foot as he grew restless of waiting, the same golden chalice filled with his favorite numbing liquid provides him with a sense of temporary solace.
“She is restive, my lord.” Caspian would at last, grant Peter with his first pleasant words of the evening.
“It’s Peter to you, Caspian.” Peter bowing to him in gratitude for his service, leaving behind yet another puff of black smoke.
Tranquility finds itself wrapped up in the mind of Peter as he materializes onto the planet of Zahiri, right into the heart-where he knew he would find you. The air is thick but it’s not as it used to be and the grass is greener than it has been in years. It creeps a smile onto Peter’s face as he kneels down to feel. It’s wet, but he enjoys it, the soil actively shifts around his fingertips as he nourishes the soil with his power. The ground transfers faintly as the soil accepts his magic, the grass spreading, widening over the empty dirt. He had been satisfied with the growth of your planet, from absolute destruction to salvation, he’d truthfully never been happier.
But his resolve would come from you, you were the answer to all his problems. As he stood tall, his eyes would scan the garden’s for you, searching until they fell still. He felt his heart shift gently as his eyes laid upon his solitude, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw you rebuilding your home. You hum in song, picking the fruit from the tree as you then placed it in the basket dangling from your right forearm. The sunlight graces your skin like honey for the first time in five years, the clouds were no longer somber but were now illuminating, allowing sunshine to pass through. The skies at long last would rain down onto the rivers and oceans, providing the Zahirian’s with the long awaited nourishment for the grasses and foods. The planet would be heard commemorating for days to last, their cries of contentment echoing throughout the kingdom. Also, with the help of the Elvelarian’s, homes would be rebuilt for shelter, your castle would become a sanctuary once again. The animals that flourished the grounds, and the skies could in the end, build back families of their own. Finally, your kind could rest in rapture.
The ground shakes beneath your feet as you pluck once more, another fruit from the tree. The wind blows against you aggressively as you settle onto your heels, the top of your hair held back by micro butterfly clips, with the exception for a few straggles-as the rest draped down your back. You held your laurel leaf crown in place waiting for the wind to subside, once it does, your eyes set on your admirer. There’s a swirl of purple in your irises as you realize the god you had hoped to see again was right in front of you. Your mind was astonished and butterflies filled your stomach as your mouth dropped open in amazement. It had been a year since you seen him, the god of war, the god of nature. You yearned to see him, to feel him, to hear him. He had shown you grace from the day he met you and has given you nothing less since.
“My maiden-” He says breathlessly with a smile.
You have him in admiration, even he can’t decipher the way you still look breathtaking. Draped in a white and pink ombre chiton, your toes white and your skin still as flawless as ever. To him, you were of angel decent, a woman cast to him as the first blessing he’s ever received. You couldn’t have been more grateful than to meet a god like him.
“My leman.” You smile sweetly, your pink glimmering lips capturing his attention. His godlike structure is tall over you as he finally gathers up the courage to approach you, taking your fruit basket from your arm and placing it to the ground.
“My, my, I have missed you.” He whispers into your ear as you pull him into your arms.
“And I, you.” You pull from the embrace, not willing to let go just yet. Your eyes hug his muscular figure as his himation clutches onto his physique.
Peter can’t help but stare, as he says nothing for a short while, you can’t help but blush. He’s a man of many words and with you he rarely has any, it makes your heart skip beats, you feel on top of everything in this moment.
“Walk with me, my prince.” You hold your hand out for his, which he gladly accepts. His smooth skin sending chills down your spine as you enclasp in one another.
He follows behind you, ducking beneath the growing trees and making sure not to step on the sprouting flowers. He has the widest grin ever on his face, that he’s had in a long time, he treasures your planet. Not only because it brings food, water, and other delicacies to his planet, but because it’s yours. A light shines bright in his eyes as butterflies and other sky bound creatures, attract toward the god of nature. The grass practically dancing around his feet as he walks through the garden and into the forest.
“Where are you taking me darlin’?” His voice makes you nearly melt as he calls you such a sweet comforting name.
“To see a revelation.” You smile brightly as you look over your shoulder, he bites his lip as you do so, his actions bringing back that flushing feeling all over again.
He didn’t care where he was going, he was just happy you were going to take him there. His heartbeat increasing rapidly as you approach your destination.
The sound of water rushing over the large spill rocks intensifies as you both push past the Chusan palm. Peter stops completely, frozen in disbelief. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, after years of hard work and dedication you had led him to one thing he had been trying to rebuild since it’s falling. The air is cold back in the forest, not as thick as when he first arrived, it’s more clear. The water from the stream splashes upon his feet and it brings him a small amount of relief. You balance yourself on the weight of your toes as you twiddle the gold ring on your ring finger.
“Jade Falls is healed, my prince. You truly are the god of nature.” You smile to him gently, as his focus snaps back towards you.
“It is Peter, my doll and I am your god of nature.” His muscular build towering over you as his hand slid around your waist.
“I was fearsome waiting for you, I thought your father would have punished you once more.” You blink shyly of your words, his fingers tracing over your lower back.
“My father is no longer of my worry anymore. He has chosen and so have I.” Peter’s hands cup your face as he pulls you closer, his breath is warm and it smells of grapes as your lips come closer.
In this moment, as the sun glazes over you both it is like heaven has been sent to the pair of you as you sulk in the passion of your long awaited love. Your eyes shut close along with Peter’s as his lips meet yours for the first time in a long time. Your hands drape around his neck and you tip toe to match his height. His embrace is warm as your bodies collide, his right thumb caresses your cheek softly as your lips move passionately against each other. This moment felt still, frozen in time as your love bonded once more. Peter couldn’t hold back his power, he was the god of many things and one thing he cursed of himself in particular. As your lips separated momentarily, his magic seeped between your parted lips, sealing it’s effects into your bloodstream as your lips fell in sync again.
His magic worked fast, leaving you weak at the knees and wanting more of him by the second. Peter’s lust flowed through your veins as your kiss felt like you were walking on clouds. He knew it was wrong, but he had no control of his powers within your grasp, especially this power, it was temptation in a cracked bottle.
Slight giggles are heard by Peter, who severs the kiss slowly, his attention being caught by the sound of women’s laughter.
“Who dwells there in the shadows?!”
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Notice: I wanted to do something a little different here. I was inspired by Norse/Greek Mythology and decided to give Peter a little more love.
Aunt May is actually going to be Peter’s mom here and Happy is going to be his father. I’m also going add MJ and Ned as his siblings.
Bare with me, I hope you guys don’t get lost. Reblog, like and Enjoy!
Plot: “Disobey the rules of Elvelara and pay the price.” Peter Parker had a life way out of the extraordinary, being born to God’s wasn’t easy. Always forced to obey the rules of the kingdom and keep the Elvelarian’s happy, he would soon take the reigns as King. However, he longed for peace, and in his kingdom’s attempt to repair the once beautiful planet known as Zahiri, he would find peace itself, he would find you.
Warning: Kissing, mentions of abuse, future smut maybe if there’s a part two.
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‘I wonder how different life would be like for you’ He asked himself.
The chilling sensation of Cabernet Franc. spilling down his throat. His food had gone cold, not that he was so hungry anyway. The dinner table was silent, the King and Queen pondering upon their future questions for him. His siblings were nervous, fearful of the wrath their older brother would face from their father. Forks and knives scraping against the silver plates that held their meals, all the while it’s nothing but silence, tension.
“So, Peter, I hear Zahiri is going to be building a statue in your honor.” His father’s husky voice nearly echoing throughout the dining hall.
The silence had finally been broken. Courage had finally risen up to speak given it’s master and now it would hold nothing back.
“Yes father, they are. It’s great news.” A slight smile comes to appear on Peter’s face, but happiness is far from there.
Peter can’t help but be anxious as the evening approached, he was so curious as to what you might have been doing to past the time, hopefully not sulking in your thoughts just as he was. A single brown curl from his messy hair straggling in front of his face as he bows his head, he bites his lip with a smile thinking about you. The things you made him feel, he just couldn’t comprehend. Of all the women that would fall weak at the knees just by the mere feel of his presence, he despised. He could never bring himself to understand the attraction a title held over a woman, it’s power was limitless, that’s all he understood, all he needed to understand.
“Are you not excited dear?” May’s compassionate voice filling the room as silence tries to rest near.
“I am mother, honored dearly, but more concerning matters have been brought to me as of lately.” There’s a hint of agitation in his voice, followed by the numbness of the Cabernet Franc.
“Your tone will not be accepted in my presence Peter and neither will this attitude!” Happy’s voice reigning down like thunder over everyone’s heads.
“I have no attitude, father.” Another sip.
Peter longed for the time to pass faster, cursing himself mentally for not being the God of time. The Cabernet Franc. swirling around inside the gold chalice. Peter ganders into the depths of his numbing wine, causing the liquid to refill itself. His red stained lips aligns with the tip of the chalice and his eyes close as the liquid melts down his throat. A high pitch ring is heard throughout the dining hall as the chalice comes into contact with the glass beechwood table. A deep sigh of relief has wallowed from Peter as he swallows in gratification.
“This has gone on long enough Peter. I have no tolerance for your disobedience any longer-”
Another sip.
“Leaving the palace at nonsensical hours of the night, escaping sacred grounds, while you satiate yourself with a peasant. You are no son of mine.” Happy’s words firing arrows into the heart of his eldest son. Peter could feel rage dwelling inside the pit of his abdomen, a fire he soon would be unable to repress.
Another sip.
“Imprisoning me in the dungeon? Depriving me of my wings? Abolishing my powers? You surmise yourself of any right? You have left me no choice father!”
“I have given you life, gifted you with a power beyond dreams, yet you defy me at every turn. I have tried to teach you my ways son, to show you what it means to be king.”
“If to be a king you have to show no mercy, that is a madness I will not partake in.” Peter’s words are thick and show no leniency, his eyes are cold and angry.
The large gold plated Astoria chair, being scrapped across the marble floors as Peter arose. He had been languished, irate at his father’s actions. Nothing but a frigid man who had been raised to serve no other purpose than to appease his father. But, of this he will have no more.
“Mercy is for the weak Peter, a God has no weakness!” The table trembles underneath the weight of his fist as the glass shatters just barely.
Happy had this roar in his eyes, this volcano. He was disappointed, upset, that his eldest God would transgress against his kingdom, against his rules. All for the likings of a Zahirian. He just couldn’t fathom. He could have sworn by his father’s sword that he’d raised his son better. That his son would do no wrong. Happy couldn’t help but wonder where he fell short.
“You speak of her as if she wasn’t a god. As if she was the one who let them saunter on uninterrupted throughout their palace walls. You know little to nothing, yet you are set on driving us apart.” Peter couldn’t help it, fury was burying itself into his consciousness, driving itself to speak ill of the man he stood in front of, just as he would do his own flesh.
“Peter, please stop.” May words are woeful, she knows Peter’s words have struck such a malleable spot for her husband. Petrified of the vexation her beloved son would endure, she cried out for silence to overthrow the rage that fed off her family.
“God’s don’t surrender, god’s don’t beg, god’s don’t trade with the enemy and think any good will come of it. Your demoiselle is foolish, to a god she could compare never.” Peter could feel a dagger being pushed deeper and deeper into his chest the more he breathed, he felt his death upon this family, especially in the hands of a mad man.
“You are your own enemy father and you fear the day you discover it.” Peter’s words have no benevolence left, there is just despair and agony inside the god of war.
Peter clutches his chalice in hand, Happy was indignant as he could only watch his eldest son fade away in a faint puff of black smoke in front of his eyes.
Happy had hope left inside the mirror image of himself, craving for yet another triumphant day where his son would be King and he would finally rest in harmony along side his wife. He just didn’t understand where he left him broken, his father’s promises disregarded because his son failed to erase the pit of humanity that hindered him from becoming a true god. There was no saving Peter now, he had given his heart to humanity and that’s all he needed-to be convinced that a King truly does have a heart. That to sincerely rule as King, you needed to have a heart.
The king of Elvelara boarded up behind his bedroom chambers as he treaded back and forth fighting within his mind. The wooden vanity of his wife’s shattering completely underneath his strength as he finally releases a bolt of anger. May’s worrisome expression covering her face as she watched her husband, the god of madness, go mad himself. She loved her first born, she loved who he had become, she herself saw-the light in humanity, saw how they could change god’s alike. She believed that god’s needed that shred of humanity to keep their own sanity, to bring them back down to peace. She had only wished her husband had felt the same.
“What will you do, my love?” May laid her hand across the shoulder of her longtime lover, her head resting near as she tried to bring peace back into him.
“The only thing I can do beloved, he has left me no choice.” May can feel the undying need for her husband to suppress his final decision but he feels he cannot. Peter has given the king his final straw and it ultimately snapped, there is no longer any remorse for his son in his heart.
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“Evening, my prince.” Caspian would greet his future king with a bow as he approached the timekeepers chambers.
“Caspian, my maiden, is she awake?” Peter appears weary, feeling a sensation of anxiousness as it waves over his body with little hesitation.
Caspian abides by his question, turning to power up the mythical globe that held all parts of the world, even other planets. Caspian’s pupils dilate a shade of sky blue as they search for you. Peter can’t help but tap his foot as he grew restless of waiting, the same golden chalice filled with his favorite numbing liquid provides him with a sense of temporary solace.
“She is restive, my lord.” Caspian would at last, grant Peter with his first pleasant words of the evening.
“It’s Peter to you, Caspian.” Peter bowing to him in gratitude for his service, leaving behind yet another puff of black smoke.
Tranquility finds itself wrapped up in the mind of Peter as he materializes onto the planet of Zahiri, right into the heart-where he knew he would find you. The air is thick but it’s not as it used to be and the grass is greener than it has been in years. It creeps a smile onto Peter’s face as he kneels down to feel. It’s wet, but he enjoys it, the soil actively shifts around his fingertips as he nourishes the soil with his power. The ground transfers faintly as the soil accepts his magic, the grass spreading, widening over the empty dirt. He had been satisfied with the growth of your planet, from absolute destruction to salvation, he’d truthfully never been happier.
But his resolve would come from you, you were the answer to all his problems. As he stood tall, his eyes would scan the garden’s for you, searching until they fell still. He felt his heart shift gently as his eyes laid upon his solitude, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw you rebuilding your home. You hum in song, picking the fruit from the tree as you then placed it in the basket dangling from your right forearm. The sunlight graces your skin like honey for the first time in five years, the clouds were no longer somber but were now illuminating, allowing sunshine to pass through. The skies at long last would rain down onto the rivers and oceans, providing the Zahirian’s with the long awaited nourishment for the grasses and foods. The planet would be heard commemorating for days to last, their cries of contentment echoing throughout the kingdom. Also, with the help of the Elvelarian’s, homes would be rebuilt for shelter, your castle would become a sanctuary once again. The animals that flourished the grounds, and the skies could in the end, build back families of their own. Finally, your kind could rest in rapture.
The ground shakes beneath your feet as you pluck once more, another fruit from the tree. The wind blows against you aggressively as you settle onto your heels, the top of your hair held back by micro butterfly clips, with the exception for a few straggles-as the rest draped down your back. You held your laurel leaf crown in place waiting for the wind to subside, once it does, your eyes set on your admirer. There’s a swirl of purple in your irises as you realize the god you had hoped to see again was right in front of you. Your mind was astonished and butterflies filled your stomach as your mouth dropped open in amazement. It had been a year since you seen him, the god of war, the god of nature. You yearned to see him, to feel him, to hear him. He had shown you grace from the day he met you and has given you nothing less since.
“My maiden-” He says breathlessly with a smile.
You have him in admiration, even he can’t decipher the way you still look breathtaking. Draped in a white and pink ombre chiton, your toes white and your skin still as flawless as ever. To him, you were of angel decent, a woman cast to him as the first blessing he’s ever received. You couldn’t have been more grateful than to meet a god like him.
“My leman.” You smile sweetly, your pink glimmering lips capturing his attention. His godlike structure is tall over you as he finally gathers up the courage to approach you, taking your fruit basket from your arm and placing it to the ground.
“My, my, I have missed you.” He whispers into your ear as you pull him into your arms.
“And I, you.” You pull from the embrace, not willing to let go just yet. Your eyes hug his muscular figure as his himation clutches onto his physique.
Peter can’t help but stare, as he says nothing for a short while, you can’t help but blush. He’s a man of many words and with you he rarely has any, it makes your heart skip beats, you feel on top of everything in this moment.
“Walk with me, my prince.” You hold your hand out for his, which he gladly accepts. His smooth skin sending chills down your spine as you enclasp in one another.
He follows behind you, ducking beneath the growing trees and making sure not to step on the sprouting flowers. He has the widest grin ever on his face, that he’s had in a long time, he treasures your planet. Not only because it brings food, water, and other delicacies to his planet, but because it’s yours. A light shines bright in his eyes as butterflies and other sky bound creatures, attract toward the god of nature. The grass practically dancing around his feet as he walks through the garden and into the forest.
“Where are you taking me darlin’?” His voice makes you nearly melt as he calls you such a sweet comforting name.
“To see a revelation.” You smile brightly as you look over your shoulder, he bites his lip as you do so, his actions bringing back that flushing feeling all over again.
He didn’t care where he was going, he was just happy you were going to take him there. His heartbeat increasing rapidly as you approach your destination.
The sound of water rushing over the large spill rocks intensifies as you both push past the Chusan palm. Peter stops completely, frozen in disbelief. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, after years of hard work and dedication you had led him to one thing he had been trying to rebuild since it’s falling. The air is cold back in the forest, not as thick as when he first arrived, it’s more clear. The water from the stream splashes upon his feet and it brings him a small amount of relief. You balance yourself on the weight of your toes as you twiddle the gold ring on your ring finger.
“Jade Falls is healed, my prince. You truly are the god of nature.” You smile to him gently, as his focus snaps back towards you.
“It is Peter, my doll and I am your god of nature.” His muscular build towering over you as his hand slid around your waist.
“I was fearsome waiting for you, I thought your father would have punished you once more.” You blink shyly of your words, his fingers tracing over your lower back.
“My father is no longer of my worry anymore. He has chosen and so have I.” Peter’s hands cup your face as he pulls you closer, his breath is warm and it smells of grapes as your lips come closer.
In this moment, as the sun glazes over you both it is like heaven has been sent to the pair of you as you sulk in the passion of your long awaited love. Your eyes shut close along with Peter’s as his lips meet yours for the first time in a long time. Your hands drape around his neck and you tip toe to match his height. His embrace is warm as your bodies collide, his right thumb caresses your cheek softly as your lips move passionately against each other. This moment felt still, frozen in time as your love bonded once more. Peter couldn’t hold back his power, he was the god of many things and one thing he cursed of himself in particular. As your lips separated momentarily, his magic seeped between your parted lips, sealing it’s effects into your bloodstream as your lips fell in sync again.
His magic worked fast, leaving you weak at the knees and wanting more of him by the second. Peter’s lust flowed through your veins as your kiss felt like you were walking on clouds. He knew it was wrong, but he had no control of his powers within your grasp, especially this power, it was temptation in a cracked bottle.
Slight giggles are heard by Peter, who severs the kiss slowly, his attention being caught by the sound of women’s laughter.
“Who dwells there in the shadows?!”
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Notice: The Aurora Borealis doesn’t necessarily mean magic, I just happen to use it as reference for where magic comes from. (Like Charmed, where the sister’s magic went down due to Wyatt being born) I just thought it’d be a really cool idea.
Plot: The Aurora Borealis shows up Halloween night and it sparks a shift in Peter’s hormones and his appetite for you becomes insatiable. However, due to his recent attitude you have a different change of plans.
Peter felt his resilience slowly slipping away from him as the night continued to pass. The drive home was excruciating to say the least, his head pounded at a million miles per hour, his heart beat racing unsteadily and he had a massive hard-on ever since the clock struck twelve. Peter’s spidey senses were off the rails, he was hearing voices from fifteen miles out, he was feeling more paranoid as the day went by, his strength had even grown in numbers. Ned and Happy were baffled themselves to see how easily Peter broke Gwen’s countertop accidentally. He made the best of the night as much as he could without letting these random symptoms affect his mood, however, the longer he remained from you, the more he began to yearn for you. His appetite becoming more insatiable by the second, all he could picture was your body sprawled across the bar as he licked the honey bourbon liquor from your thighs. The way you clutched onto his forearms, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you licked his neck when you teased him. It took all of his might to stifle the moan that peered up the back of his throat.
You and Peter have been together for roughly about three years, and he couldn’t be more in love. You as well, however, you had not accompanied Peter this time, not because you didn’t want to, but because he didn’t tell you. You had caught Peter in the middle of getting dressed just as you arrived home from work. After fighting with him to admit where it was he was going, he finally spoke, though it wouldn’t be the words you wanted to hear. His ex, Gwen was throwing a Halloween party, though they left on good terms and you had no reason to hate her, you couldn’t deny you were jealous. She was still in love with him, that much had been clear, but Peter knew better than to cross lines he couldn’t come back from, however, you still weren’t happy about his made up decision to go. You crossed your arms over your chest in defeat as he kissed your head, goodbye. You were more so upset because you had planned an evening for him, a sweet dinner and then some fun activities to burn off the calories you both had just put on, but he had other plans obviously.
“Fuck!” Peter curses evidently as his hand strokes over his aching member.
He couldn’t understand what was happening, his shaft hardening within seconds. The last time he could recall his dick being this hard, is when he saw you for the first time, it was overwhelming for Peter. He hadn’t smelled or seen such a beautiful sight since, during the evening he finally brought up the courage to speak to you his dick wouldn’t stay down. He was so horny to the point where he couldn’t even look at you, seeing nothing but your lips spew his name in bliss. He wanted to rip open the corset top you wore that evening and devour you nonstop, to see you orgasm over his shaft for the rest of the night; to Peter, this was Deja Vu all over again.
Peter honks his horn, causing his own hearing to go deaf momentarily. He clutches his head in vain, his eyes shutting tightly as his ears ring indefinitely for minutes straight. He was impatient when he wanted something, when he desired something and he was so set on getting it. His foot steps on the gas the second the light flickers green and the cars behind him eat nothing but rubber. Peter argued in his mind what he would say to you when he arrived home, he wanted, scratch that, he needed help with his voracious lust but he didn’t know how he would address it. He cursed himself out mentally for fighting with you to begin with, but he didn’t even know what it was himself, it just felt like an itch only you could scratch.
You twirl in the mirror, gandering at your newly delivered outfit. It fit perfectly, the white mini wrap skirt hugging your hips as you smooth it over your thighs. You bit your lip just thinking about how much Peter would love this skirt, it was just right, especially for him. But you shake the thought of Peter, still keeping in the front of your mind that you were undeniably upset with him. You reach for the shirt to match and it falls over your body loosely but hugs it tightly once you zip it up in the front, you push your hair back as it falls over your shoulders and sigh happily. As you turn to gather your other various packages, you fail to hear Peter’s arrival. His tense figure ruffling through his messy curls as he makes his way up the stairs. He huffs heavily in displeasure as he takes a look at his menacing bulge. His figure stops dead in it’s tracks as he watches the beautiful sight his eyes had laid upon.
His tongue traces over his lips with need as he watches the way your bottom sways in the air, he hums silently in delight, tilting his head to peek underneath your skirt just enough. He smirks to himself as he ganders upon the tag, watching you closely he knows at this point he has the upper hand against your unmindfulness of how close he was to you. Your hands reach toward the back of the skirt to undo the button just below your lower back but before you can, you feel a warm embrace against your back.
“Peter! You scared me.” You breathe deeply as you then soon relax into his figure.
“Sorry darlin’-” He sighs heavily as he inhales your scent, his nose resting into your neck. “You smell heavenly.”
His hips push his member into the smooth plush cotton of your ass, you can smell alcohol on his breath but you know better than assume he was drunk, knowing he was no where near. His lips place gentle kisses along your collarbone and you bite your lip in response, Peter knows that you’re still upset, however this undying urge he feels for you suddenly surpasses that. You roll your eyes, making it known to Peter you weren’t in the mood, when that was far from it, his expression changing drastically when you drop his arms from around you. Picking up the packages, you waltz them into your walk-in closet leaving Peter standing there with a confused yet angry look on his face.
“You’re still upset with me aren’t you?” Peter follows behind you, however, you grant him with silence.
He takes a second to watch you, to watch the way the skirt hugs your curves, to watch the way the top makes your breast sit up all perky. Small sweat beads form at his forehead and soon enough, he’s damn near melting, lust choking the life from him as you seduced him without even knowing.
“Darlin’ please, talk to me, i’m sorry.” He pleads, looking you in the eyes as you come down from the stepping stool and face him.
“I don’t want to talk to you Peter, you completely ignored everything I told you about at the expense of your ex.”
You march back to your bedroom, organizing the rest of the packages that were on the floor. Peter follows you back and forth as you assign your new clothes their own privileged spot in your closet.
“It wasn’t like that baby, I swear.” His arms find themselves pulling you to him as you both rest in front of the mirror unknowingly.
You shake your head unwilling to fight with him this time, you avoid his eyes at all costs knowing what his honey filled irises would do to you. Your lip becomes entangled in your teeth as his shaft throbs against your heat, you can feel how it somewhat connects his to yours and there’s no holding back now.
“Baby please, I need you tonight-” He sounds almost, in pain. His grip strengths on your hips as he licks your neck softly, his other hand sliding around the back of your neck.
You could feel the indifference in Peter, how something felt so off, it charmed you to know what. The heat that radiated off of him felt ten times hotter and his eyes were darker than usual, something was different about him, but what, you wondered.
“No, Peter. I’m not in the mood.” You ignore his pleas, however, you were lying.
The heat between your legs had began a pool of it’s own deceit, staining your red lace with your nectar since Peter had hugged you from behind. Sage ringing off of him like an incense left you in paradise, not including the small teasing neck kisses he had begun to leave, by then you were already dripping.
Peter’s patience had been wearing thin since you walked away from him the first time, the imperishable hunger lingering in his eyes since the day began had immersed you in it’s grasp, you were no longer going to escape.
A faint gasp, that sounds loud and clear to Peter escapes your lips as he spins you around quickly, bracing your back against his chest. A devilish smirk materializes on his face as he watches you in the mirror.
“That’s funny being that I can smell your arousal y/n.” His voice sends chills down your spine as he says your name with grace. It rolls off his tongue like cream and you can’t help but melt into him unwillingly.
His finger graze over your breast and he cups them roughly. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, Peter’s patience run’s thinner and thinner you soon begin to realize. In a swift moment, Peter slides his foot between your’s as if to trip you, but instead it becomes a sitting position within split second. Your legs have closed together as you cradle your knees to your chest Peter has other ideas. He pushes your hair to one side, leaving rough kisses along your neck.
“I haven’t been aroused at all today Peter. Maybe something’s wrong your spidey senses today.” You suggest with shaky words, a smirk given by Peter lets you know that he doesn’t buy any of your lies.
“Then you wouldn’t mind showing me, would you?” His hands have your knees spread in the blink of eye.
In this exact moment, you curse yourself out mentally for wearing red lace and your face flushes with embarrassment. He hums sexily into your ear upon noticing your wet patch, his tongue licks a long streak up your neck and onto your earlobe as he rips off your panty swiftly, you hardly even move.
“Those were my favorite, Peter.” You gasp deeply, his fingers wasting no time finding their way to your core.
“Stop, calling me Peter.” He growls harshly, his fingers teasing your center, just barely touching it. You could sense how you were pushing his buttons, the right one’s.
“That’s your name, is it not?” You smirk slightly with a fearful voice.
Peter looks at you in the eyes through the mirror as you nibble at your lip, his eyebrows are furred and you can tell he isn’t really happy about your latest remark. Gripping your hips, he shifts you forward bringing his legs to close, he pulls you to him laying your bottom over his knees. You squeal in anticipation, his demeanor raining down heavy over you as he undoes the button he stopped you from doing. The cold gust of wind breezes over your bottom as the skirt falls over his lap, you nearly moan at the feeling of the cold air against your heat.
Peter says nothing as the weight of his hand clashes with your bottom, you squeal out in pain and bliss as he does this again. You shield your bottom with your hands in order to prevent further collision but Peter doesn’t stand for it.
“What’s my name darlin?” He growls slightly as he pushes your hair from your face gently.
“Peter,” You gasp with regret, but you also know it’s worth it. Peter hadn’t punished you often, only when you refused to listen or disrespected him, however today, he was just not in the mood for your shit.
SMACK!
Another hand clashes with your nearly red ass, the sound echoing throughout the room as you followed through with a yelp of your own. You were desperately enjoying this, your core becoming wetter and wetter with every second, your nipples hardening with every slap. He holds your hands behind your back and matched with his strength, you weren’t going to win. Although, you wanted more.
“My name!” He’s strict this time, his voice enduring more bass, you know you’re pissing him off right about now.
SMACK!
You cry out in a simple moan as he does this again, this time harder, the echo trails for a few seconds after and it leaves him harder than ever. Peter’s patience filing thin, but he wants you know that he’s not up for this shit, not today, not now.
“Daddy!” You whimper blissfully, his pet name rolling off your tongue like a firecracker had him weak at the knees.
He sighs in relief, dipping a finger into your aching mound before pulling you back to the original position. He holds your left leg open with his hand as he traces your clit in small circles, your head falls back with ease, but he’s still barely touching you. You push your hips into his fingers but he pulls them back more, keeping the same pressure, you whine in agony and it releases a chuckle from his lips.
“I bet you want more, don’t you darlin?” His voice is low and ravishing as he teased you.
Your eyes fluttering as his fingers traced over your desperate heat, his other hand unzips the top, leaving it to fall at your sides. Your nipple becomes his playground as he fiddles around your teat, his index flicking it in small circles as you stifle your moans.
“Oh, yes-” You moan abruptly, pushing back into him.
“Too bad you were too busy being such a bad girl for daddy.” He then disappears behind you as you watch him stand, a unfulfilled expression plastered on your face.
Soon after he returns, he has something suede in his hands. You watch him intently as he sits behind you once again, spreading your legs to where they once were. He unties the knot on the suede covering and something silver and shiny falls from the sack. You suddenly remember this, Valentines day, one year, you pissed him off purposely and paid for it, with this. He had you shaking and quivering for hours, begging to orgasm already.
“Pete, no, please-” You breath heavily as he sets the vibration, his hand clasping around your neck as you call him, Pete.
“You’re going to watch yourself in the mirror as I tease and torture you with this, if you so much as think you’re going come, I best know. Understood babygirl?” He has a husky tone, aggressive too. His dick throbbing against your ass as he watches your core leak his beautiful juices, his mouth watering like ribs falling off the bone.
“Yes.” It’s the only thing you can say because in no time, he has the vibrator against your nipple as his middle finger swirls your clit.
Your eyes roll back and you can feel your legs closing, you pry them open as you moan in bliss. Your sorrows of pleasure filling the room as he watches you. Peter moves the vibrator, bringing it to your lips, you grant him access and he uses your saliva as a lube for your teats, reapplying the same pressure once again. Your back rolls against him as he finally dips a finger into your begging heat. He moans himself, feeling how wet and tight you are. Your nails dig into the skin around his wrist as he pulls the finger in and out slowly.
“If you weren’t being such a brat, my dick would already be inside you darlin.” He moans as he drags his finger from your heat back to your sensitive nub.
You say nothing, your moans have gone silent and he can tell you’re so close. Your thighs are trembling gently and he continues to rub your clit slowly. Your moans are now gasps and he can hear how fast your heart is beating.
“Ri..there.” You gasp out frantically as he speeds up his movements, however they stop once you inhale deeply. Your orgasm firing back down as he pulls the vibrator and his fingers from where you want him the most.
“Peter no-” You whine out as his fingers fall from your heat, emptiness and need filling your core.
“Still calling me Peter I see.” He has the vibrator against your heat this time, and it’s on max.
He has your wrist between his hands as you writher against him, your eyes roll back as the vibrator circles around your clit, you can’t help but smile in pleasure, and it makes Peter more needy.
“You’re so sexy, smiling in bliss. Such a beautiful slut for me.” He pinches your nipple, the feel creating an electric charge that fired up your backside.
“So, close...” You cry out as you ride your hips on the length of the vibrator.
Your orgasm feels like heaven as it surges up further but the release is no longer there, Peter pulls the vibrator from you, leaving you needy and dripping. Orgasm denial, you hated it. It’s soon replaced by his fingers, which are drilling into you, curling up and stroking the parts you need him to the most. His other hands fumbles your clit, giving you unsteady movements purposely as he kissed your neck, sucking softly. He was giving you what you wanted, bringing you right to cloud nine and then letting it float away, you were envious of it, but it all felt so good at the same time.
“Please, daddy, let me..” You beg with a whisper, his eyes watching you closely as you ride his fingers.
His thumb finds a steady rhythm finally and it feels nearly overwhelming, his speed increasing as he curls his fingers again. You reach for your own teat, twisting and twirling it to your own liking as you reach closer and closer to bliss. You reach behind you, playing and pulling on the small curls at the nape of his neck, he growls deeply, his dick straining beneath the fabric of his jeans.
“Come for daddy, come on daddy’s fingers. Right now.” He commands and you obey, his voice, mixed with the feeling and the image was enough to keep you satisfied for life.
Your head lays on his shoulder as he sucks along your exposed neck, your orgasm surges through you, it creates a fuzzy cloud in your mind, Peter riding you down from your high. “That’s it, such a good girl.” He pulls his fingers from your core, his mouth taking them in with no hesitation, your clit throbs watching him, it nearly makes you wanna orgasm again as he moans in delight.
“Knees. Now.” He demands, his eyes turning a shade of black as he rises to his feet.
Your mouth waters as you watch him anxiously, his pants drop to the floor and you hungrily greet his red throbbing member with happiness. Your lips kiss the tip and it’s enough for Peter to curse throughly. Peter throws his head back in bliss once your mouth wraps around his shaft, his fingers interlock themselves in your hair quickly. Aggression was calling Peter’s name furiously, his knees trembling as you licked around his tip.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He growled deeply as he looked down at you, your head bobbing slowly on his member.
Peter without remorse and thought began to thrust his hips forward, his aggression pulling through as he hit the back of your throat. You didn’t gag, but rather took on the challenge, your hands falling to your sides as he began to fuck your face. You felt yourself liking this more than you thought, your hand sliding between your thighs, you moan as you rub your clit in bliss, the vibrations giving Peter chills as you indulged him deeper. You pull a moan from his lips again as you press his tip to the back of your throat.
“Fuck this!” He roared, pulling his hard member from your mouth.
Peter marched over to the chaise, bringing it back over with him and threw you on top of it. His hand bent you over the backboard, your heartbeat increasing dramatically. Peter was frustrated, sexually and you could feel his tension, which was gonna be let out all over you.
His tip lines up with your entrance, he hums seductively as he pushes himself inside you, his thrusts ragged and quick. He holds onto your hips as he licks at your neck, Peter feels primal, this feels primal. Like he needs this or else.
“Pete, holy-” You gasp as your head falls forward, Peter however disagrees with your actions.
His fingers tangle themselves in your hair and he pulls at the roots, your eyes roll back as his speed increases.
“Watch yourself as I fuck you, princess-” He moans into your ear as he pushes deeper. “So tight, so wet, so pretty, and all mine.”
The chaise beneath you begins to creak, his strength increasing with every thrust, with every moan you slip. Peter’s spider side becoming more alluring as it begins to show. Then suddenly, he stops, turning you onto your back as he holds your knees above his elbows. His length filling you up as he pounds into you effortlessly, he smirks as he watches your eyes close and flutter with pleasure. Your nails dig into his flesh, Peter hisses, his hips following up with rougher thrusts than the last. You could feel him rearranging your guts and had little place to think, you knew the chaise wasn’t gonna last and neither would you. Your fingers flip around his curls as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his harsh punishment on your sex leaving you weak and wanting. Peter could taste his blood in the air as you drew it from his back.
“Who’s your daddy princess?” He releases your nipple flying over to the next, his hips creating a wave rhythm that would allow himself to curl up into your spot. Your toes curl and Peter braces his hands against the chaise as he nibbles at your teat. “Answer me!” He howls.
“Coming, daddy.” Were the only words you could put together as his eyebrows fur together. He was angry now, your orgasm rippling through you as you arched into him.
Peter’s thrust seemed endless, they were hard, rough, the chaise cracking underneath his slightest pressure but he didn’t care. He was close all he needed was your touch and that you gave him. Your fingers lock in his hair as you pull, still trying to ride our your current high, Peter’s hips smash against yours as his release finally arrives. His loud groan filling the air with fulfillment as he empties inside you.
“Fuck y/n.” He curses into your ear, your breaths being the only silence created.
“What came over you?” You huff heavily.
“Who said it’s gone?” Peter smirked, you could tell he meant it but were you ready?
CRACK!
The chaise collapses beneath you, as silent as it once was it is no longer. You and Peter’s laughs fill the room as you chuckle over what happened. Peter kisses you roughly, his hands sliding over your body.
“Round two?” His eyebrow raises.
“Maybe we should hit the bed this time...” You giggle and you and Peter rush to the mattress.
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