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Desperation || Peter Parker

genre: smut

tw: sub!peter, dom!black!reader, choking, peter in heat, begging, mommy kink, dry humping.

"please, mommy, just the tip.." peter whined in your ear as he had his hands wrapped around your waist, grinding his crotch against your backside. "it hurts so bad— i promise i'll be a very good boy!" he begged, his breath getting caught in his throat as he pressed his bulge firmly against your ass, making one of his eyes roll as a wave of pleasure shot through his body. "peter.." you sighed before turning around, placing your hand on the boy’s chest as you gently push him away, making him swallow hardly as he kept his eyes on you.

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...MASS-PRODUCE? ft. peter quill.

sum. ✶ poorly sneaking around the ship with peter quill. smut, unprotected sex. #need this man bad.

thinking about how hot it would be to sneak around with peter quill.

getting time alone with him is nearly impossible, especially aboard the milano. everyone is always in the way, doing one thing or another. rocket's constantly peeking in every nook and cranny, trying to find (steal) some spare parts, and drax can't mind his own business to save his life.

the ship is big, but it’s not that big. there's not enough room to be left alone for even a moment. but that’s okay, because quill has no problem making time.

"someone's gonna hear us, peter," you whisper, but it's less of a stern warning and more of a soft moan. "o—or see us."

he shrugs, that shit-eating grin plastered across his lips. "so let 'em." he has you pressed against a wall in a dusty storage room that doesn't even have a lock. "could be kinda hot, if you think about it."

"it could be mortifying, you asshole." he doesn't seem to care, though. he's pressing open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, his hands trailing lower and lower until he’s gently tugging down your pants, giddy that you're complying.

quill flips you around, your cheek pressed against the cool metal of the wall. "mortifying, huh? why're you so wet for it, then?" you want to curse him out, but you figure the longer this banter goes on, the longer it'll take for him to get on with it.

he bottoms out, and it takes a second for you to adjust to his size, a gentle whimper leaving your mouth. he kisses your shoulder, praising you, "oh, you're s'good for me. taking me so, so well, sweets."

"peter," you breathe, your breath hitching. you clench around him, and he groans into the crook of your neck.

"won't last long at all if you keep up like that," he mutters. his thrusts are rough, and if it weren't for him physically holding you up, you wouldn't be able to stay upright. the slams against your hips are brutal, almost cruel. quill's finger finds your clit, and he teases you with slow, deliberate circles.

you come twice before he does, filling you with a hot stickiness. haphazardly pulling on your clothes, you stumble out with him, hickey-covered and giggling.

you don't have time to shrink in embarrassment behind quill before you notice rocket standing there, his face pinched in disgust.

"how about this," he gags, "next time you wanna mass-produce somewhere, you don't do it in where we keep all the fuckin' equipment?"

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Wolfie's Kinktober 2025

Day 15: "I'll make it fit"

Pairing: TH!Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend, Peter invited you over since May was gone for the night. That night you realize he's bigger than you imagined. You were sure his cock won't fit, but he made it fit.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, explicit language, fingering, p in v, protected sex (lmk if I missed something)

Word count: 1921

Author's note: I know I'm late with many fics and I'm sorry for that. They're slowly coming, I'm working on them. I hope you'll like this one

Author's note2: not proofread. Also English is not my first language so maybe there will be mistakes.

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THREE, TWO, RUN. ft. Peter Dunbar

♡ SUMMARY: After fleeing from your boyfriend, it isn’t long before the two of you reunite, against your will or with it.

♡ CONTENT WARNINGS: pwp, afab, fem!reader, ex-boyfriend!peter x reader, peter being a serial killer, moderate description of gore, NONCON/DUBCON, fingering, oral (fem receiving), big dick peter—not great prep, p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking kink, fear play, predator/prey dynamics, size kink, bondage

♡ WORD COUNT: 2.4k plot, 1.9k smut. 4.3k total

♡ STREAM NOTE: SMUT BELOW THE SECOND NSFW BANNER. this is a spin off from my @peachedtvs blog called 'Til Death Dont We Part'

♡ MASTERLIST. cumming soon! Main blog @peachedtv

Peter felt you were quite silly, even from when his eyes first laid upon you through the windows of your diner.

So silly, in so many ways.

You were silly in the way you spoke. Expressive, lively, words filled with kindness and rhythm. Words Peter wanted to lock away for only him to hear. Your voice always melted into his mind like honey. Soothing, calming, just like the music he’d hum to silently as he got rid of your recent obstacles. A heavy saw in his hand slashing back and forth, splitting bone into two before stuffing remains of human flesh into a black tarpe—or when he'd bring the nuisances back alive. Screams of pain, terror, and torment vastly contrasting a smooth melody muffled through his earbuds.

Your smile was silly too. Loud, boisterous laughs pairing with it each time as you’d close your eyes tightly, breaths jagged as you’d brace your stomach from the joy. Your smile so mesmerizing Peter wanted nothing more to lock it away behind a key. To melt away in the melody of your laughter, to spread it across his lips and adorn the smile as sweetly as you do.

What was even sillier was how silly you made him feel. On the surface, the twist in his stomach was sweet. An admiration, an appreciation of something so pure. Although,

Peter always fell apart.

Even in the room of his own heart.

Every silly thing had something inside of him twist. A strange twist, a bubbling feeling that had his gut wrench around itself—curling around and laying discomfort deep into his heart, where it stood mockingly. Unable to be buried beneath other thoughts, placed behind distractions, or replaced with another. And this bothered him.

Peter was always in control.

Control of his job, control of his victims, the police, his therapy, the growing police patrols in your city. So why couldn’t he control this?

What were you doing to him?

He thought it was uncomfortable at first. But that strange feeling was quite addicting, stacking tenfolds in intensity ever since the first time he felt it with you.

“Are you okay?”

By now, this memory had occurred over 3 years ago.

The first day you two had met, Peter was not in a good mental space. His family was in ruins, the relationship between he and his mother deteriorating until he had finally decided to storm out of the house and leave for good. Leave his home for good.

With nowhere to go, and a rumbling stomach, Peter decided the best course of action was to first fuel his appetite. Damn Diner was loud, painstakingly so. There was a mess of voices, the clash of plates, cutlery, dragging of chairs against tilted floors, chaos that hummed against a muffled out melody of tunes through the ceiling speakers. Everything was so loud. There was a child in the booth next to his. A mess of ketchup and mustard spraying everywhere, a glob falling onto his cheek as his eyebrows knit together in annoyance. There was a couple in the booth across, arguing over the cries of their child whining for a crumb of their attention. There was yelling from the kitchen, scolding as a worker had done something wrong and sent an order to the incorrect table.

And then, there was you.

Timidly, you rushed over to his table. Clumsy and expressive as you stared down to him with empathy, apologizing profusely as you explained the mess around the diner. And there, all the loudness stopped. Your voice muffled, muffled until it became strikingly clear and the diner around him seem to slow. Peter's eyes traced your face, how you were out of breath, how kindly you looked to him, how you asked if he was okay. And in this world of distain, you were pure.

And there was the first twist.

Peter spent nights going crazy.

Absolutely insane.

When he had first broken into your apartment, his heavy steps drowned out by the moans of your roommate through the paper thin walls, he thought he would melt into the floor when he first inhaled the scent of you room.

It was a soft aroma, something that had his eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he saw you laying peacefully on the bed. Your head was smushed between a folded pillow, covering your ears as your face was scrunched in discomfort.

"Lucy's being so loud tonight, isn't she, Darling?" Peter spoke softly, the back of his hand gracing your cheek as he sat on the edge of your bed. Careful to dip your mattress slowly so as to not wake you. Carefully, his other hand trailed up the curve of your torso, hip to waist, before entangling with your fingers.

Your hand felt right in his.

Soft, smooth, and warm against his cold skin. And there, he knew even fate was in his hands the moment he had yours in his.

When Peter had mustered up the courage to approach you in the park, he felt his heart beating out his chest, his mind going hazy from everything he wanted to do to you—from hearing your voice up close again. It had been nearly a year since you two had first met at the diner, and it seemed as though you had forgotten him completely. Luckily, Peter knew enough about you through his year of...supervision, and was soon able to swipe you off your feet. There, he became yours.

Your boyfriend.

And you, his girlfriend.

Often the two of you shared late nights after your dates. The hum of cicadas drumming into the background as you'd lay into the grass of the park the two of you 'first' met in. Your hands would intertwine together as the other would hold the grass below. In this park, the two of you would often talk about your dreams, aspirations, or talk shit about whatever seemed to bother you in your life at the moment. And Peter always listened.

In other moments, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. A silence paired with the ambience of howling wind, crickets, and a glint in your eye from the reflection of the moonlight and stars twinkling above. And through this silence, your heart spilled.

“I want to be with you forever, Peter." You spoke softly, you eyes still stuck on the starlight above.

A twist, something twisted once more.

For the first time, Peter eyes looked away from you—a blush traveling to his cheeks, a pale red hue over his soft features.

“Forever, then, Darling."

And forever meant forever.

Years together flew by, and you both had your own jobs—despite Peter's insistence for you to stay at home and allow him to care for you. Although, you wanted to work. You wanted to experience the world. But what you didn’t want were the unreasonable hours of overtime your boss had subjected to you. Much to Peter's dismay, many late afternoons he would return to an empty home. Full of furniture, light, decoration, but never with the person he truly wished the presence of. Every evening, you would trail home hours after him. Enervated, dragging your feet along the floorboards as you slumped into his open arms.

“I missed you, Peter.”

Your voice was like honey.

“I missed you more, Darling.” Peter greeted you softly. There it was again. Something twisted. Peter looked down to your visage. Dark eyebags staining your soft skin, a pout dragging your lips, your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you sighed from exhaustion. His gut was twisting stranger than usual. A mix of annoyance for those who have exploited you, an annoyance that made his stomach curl inside.

Peter did not want you to continue working.

Your boss had gone missing for a couple days now.

The company was in disarray, having strangely lost employee after employee ever since you were recruited. The once bustling, lively atmosphere became quiet, dull, and empty. And with the new loss of your employer, there wasn’t an office cubicle you could return to. For the first time in months, you returned home before Peter.

Although, something felt off.

With Peter home, it was always lively. The ambiance of bustling trees against the wind outside, a hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen, a low vibrato of your home's ventilation system, and the comfort of your boyfriend's presence. He was such a soothing soul. Without him, the home felt strange. You felt the presence of another, many, an overbearing amount. As though invisible strings clumped together to weigh you heavier into the floor boards, creaking the dark oak louder than usual.

Without Peter, it felt as though something was calling for you—and curiously, you began to explore. Exploring the home you resided in, as this home empty of your lover didn’t feel like a home anymore. And that lead you to the door that stood at the far end of the first floor. Tucked beside the laundry room, you stood still and seemed confused.

Was there always a lock?

A sturdy lock it was. Heavy metal weighing it flush against the wood, holding the door firmly shut to keep everything in out. There was a strange smell, too. A scent that leaked from beneath the dark oak doorway, filling the air with a musk of cooper and spoiled eggs. Your hand reached for the lock, flinching when built up static pricked your skin. A warning. But you held firm. Giving a cautious, downward tug as the lock went slack. It was open. You pushed the door back slowly, a low creak humming your presence, a flood of a strange meat stinging the view in your eyes.

Firmly, a familiar hand held your shoulder.

The hand of your boyfriend.

You were terrified.

“Darling, what are you doing?”

You couldn’t think.

Not with the view of mangled flesh, the smell of copper and iron so strong your head began to haze strangely. No, you couldn’t think. Even more so with scattered limbs decorating the floor—being the remainder of the morbidly intact heads of your former colleges and employer, of your missing boss. Pieces of them did not fit like a puzzle. Limbs, skin, so much of their bodies were missing.

What was that dinner Peter served these passing evenings?

And it seemed as though fate enjoyed sparking your memory.

This time around, nearly three years later, it was not scatttered corpses, blood, or flies that greeted you. You stood before the door of the fourth apartment complex you were going to apply to. Advertised as a gated community of safety, an exorbitant lot you were willing to hack up the money for to get away from him.

Although, just as three years ago, just as you were able to arrive to the complex, nails dug into your shoulder, holding you in place. A voice low, strange, and terrifyingly familiar. The grip dug into your flesh this time, keeping you from running—just as you did in the home you shared with him. With a door you shouldn’t have opened, and a hand on your shoulder that felt larger than usual.

Your boyfriend's hand.

“I missed you, my Darling.”

You didn't know what was happening.

You scrambled fruitlessly, trying to shove Peter's hand off your shoulder when a burning wet rag was drowned upon your lower face. You kicked, muffled screams and sobs as you dug into the palm that pinched the bridge of your nose, your body growing increasingly more limp. You didn't know what was happening, but by the next moment, it seemed as though you were melting into the floor—the world around you sputtering and glitching as your vision faded out and back in as you fell back onto a large bed.

You couldn't recognize the monster that was before you.

You didn't want to recognize the monster that was before you. Although, a rough, large hand gripped the lower half of your face, covering your mouth and pinning you down into the plush duvet to muffle horrified screams, forcing you to look deep into a being empty of a soul.

Even back then, you always felt Peter’s deep eyes had an errie glint. They seemed dull, strange, and detached from any wonder or interest. All until his gaze would flit upon you. A spark of light dashing his iris, a soft smile spreading his lips. He only looked human when he looked at you.

Peter still kept that smile. A smile that had morphed after his descent into maddness. Sharp teeth and bloodshot eyes that contrasted against sharp blues. He looked terrifying. His forearms were scattered with scars and wounds, peeled back scabs across his skin—likely from the amount of struggling you had done while in his arms. Your name was etched into his skin. Over and over and over, hearts and sharp lines littered as keloids formed in the place of his artwork. His size dwarfed you, a wolf to rabbit. Predator to prey.

“Pe—“

"You remember the time when you'd say it back, don't you, Darling?" He leaned down by your neck, breathing in shakily as though he couldn't believe you were finally here. With him. All to himself. "When you would say you missed me too." His voice was disfigured. A mix of insanity and dark undertone to his speech making your head spin and eyes well with tears. Your entire body was trembling, the skin on your back burning as every nerve in your brain set off sirens that resonated throughout your head. You felt too fearful to even choke out a pathetic sob, wanting to blend into the sheets below you.

Meanwhile, Peter felt himself going crazy. He couldn't help the way his mind ran a mile a minute as he stared down at your dicheviled form. You were always so pretty, absurdly so. Even as the strands of your hair fell misplaced over your face, even as you looked up to him with so much fear, hatred, and terror, his stomach twisted just as it did three years ago. That strange feeling laying addiction down into the lining of his stomach, soothing his body that felt run dry of how you made him feel.

He needed you. Now.

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Foreign Pleasure

For the past 65 years, he has lived his life always following commands and has always found himself in a death-and-life situation. He never thought of the feeling of pleasure.

You and Sun Gu were bound to be partners on this mission. To annihilate the boss of this hotel, who is known to be a sick bastard and bloodthirsty. You two succeed in this mission.

“We've finished it earlier than we thought,” he muttered, his hand raised to support the phone.

“Great. You two can enjoy this day.” You heard your boss reply, and then he just hung up.

You sigh and lean against the wall behind me; there's dripping blood on your arm. You look at him and wonder why he is always calm and relaxed. He doesn't even have that many wounds from fighting earlier.

Your body started to heat up earlier while talking with the people here. You have no choice but to drink the drinks they've offered you.

“It looks like they put aphrodisiacs there, huh?” You smirked and closed your eyes when you felt your body reacting to drugs.

“Are you okay? Should I just knock you out?” This bastard is always like this. You shook your head and sighed. He nodded and leaned on the wall as well.

You two were in a room with corpses around; there's a big bed, a chandelier above, and a luxurious wall.

𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺... You clicked your tongue and gritted your teeth. Your inner thighs are wet; the effects of the drugs are taking over your body.

You looked at him and smirked. “Sorry, Sun Gu,” you said, cupping his cheeks to crush your lips against his. His eyes widened, and shock was written on his face.

He grabbed your shoulder and tried to push you away, but you pushed him down instead. You looked down at him and licked your lips.

He was shocked and tried to process what was happening. He knew what was going to happen. But for some reason, he didn't want to stop you. He can knock you down before you even lay your hands on him, but he let you put him in this situation.

You start to strip down above him, from your tank top to your brassiere. Your upper body was completely naked. You smirked when you saw his eyes feasting on your breasts.

You start squishing your own nipples and let him watch while you enjoy yourself. He snapped out of his shock state and started undressing himself above you while watching you.

He was topless. He looked up at you and started massaging your breasts. “𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩” you moan when his mouth covers your hardened nipples. “𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘴.” You gripped his hair and start grinding on his thighs.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘴” he swirled his tongue around your nipples startedd start sucking it alternatively. He groped your butt cheeks and grinded his bulge into your inner thighs. “𝘠𝘦𝘴!” you cupped his cheeks and smacked your lips against his, biting his lips and pushing your tongue inside his mouth, exploring his mouth.

You stood up and completely stripped yourself until you were completely naked. He unbuckles his belt while watching you until he's naked as well. You stood up, and he kneeled in front of you. You walk toward his face, and he dives his mouth into your cunt, licking your slit and pushing his tongue inside your wet pussy.

You smiled lustfully and moaned. “𝘍𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘩𝘩.” he didn't disappoint you, he licked your you slit repeatedly until you cum on his tongue.

You looked above him, only to see his tongue sneaking out while looking at you with lust written on his face. He couldn't believe that he would surrender himself to this pleasure. His original state was old, for pete sake! He was not a lustful man! He couldn't believe that he would let someone have his cock. He couldn't believe that he would let someone do this to him.

You pushed down on him again and kissed his lips. “𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? ”You whispered to his neck as you sank your wet cunt into his hardened and aroused shaft.

“𝘖-𝘰𝘩𝘩...” he moan and pant. He gritted his teeth and thrust upward while holding your waist. “𝘖𝘩𝘩! 𝘖𝘩𝘩! 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨” you moan and accelerate the pace. You bounce up and down while looking at his flustered face. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

You continue to bounce while pinching his nipples. He was blushing and trembling while continuously thrusting.

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘩. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘩𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘩𝘩𝘩,𝘩 𝘰𝘩𝘩𝘩” he said while biting his lips. This was foreign to him. He couldn't remember if he had this kind of pleasure in the past. He was just thrusting with no thoughts in his mind. He feels you inside, coating his hardened cock with warmth. He wants to come. He wants to shoot his gun inside you. He wants to come inside.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴! 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬” He sucked your nipples while pushing the tip deep inside you.

He looks above you and sneaks out his tongue. You leaned to kiss him, nibbling his tongue and sucking it. Your eyes rolled back when you exploded on his still thrusting cock, and the next moment, he also shot his cum deep inside you while your nipple was inside his mouth.

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Hey girlyyyyy

You know I enjoy some recreational marijuana so could I get some pothead!Reader X tasm!Peter and/or Bucky content plssss

-Pao ☄️ (I don’t remember what my old anon name was lmao)

in addition to this ask: can we get more insight to tech bro Pete and his best friend? Literally whatever you wanna write for them I'm obsessed less pothead reader and modding it for techbro!peter x bestfriend!reader

the three times you denied peter's offer to smoke, and the first time you accepted it (three times you denied peter's offer is within the first 6ish months of being friends with peter, than the first time accepted is after casual)

A/N: this turned out way longer than it should have been (~4100 words) so i didn't write the full smut

tw: substance consumption (weed, alcohol), messy relationship/situationship, implied smut, sex under influence, peter's nickname for the reader is daisy (and pretty girl), peter jumping off a building

Nothing about Peter Benjamin Parker would read as a 23-year-old tech engineer and Oscorp's leading consultant. Yet, he was. Despite the barely grown-out bleached hair, the constant bouncing of his leg, the maroon hoodie adorning his body, and the blunt tucked securely behind his ear - This was the Peter Parker that Gwen had told you so much and so little about.

Gwen. Lovely, well-intended Gwen, who was determined to be friends with you the moment you told her you just moved to New York. Her bright smile split her face, eyes practically sparkling as she welcomed you to the city and subsequently demanded you go to dinner with her so she could show you the best pizza in town.

In her defense, the pizza was good.

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2+2 | Peter Parker

(gif from @sacharinee)

mature content! 18+

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Studying with Peter goes exactly right.

content warnings: steamy make out, swearing, sexual content, suggestive dialogue, Adam Sandler.

word count: 1620+

A/N: Hi! This is my first EVER smut, I hope you like it<3

It wasn’t my idea to study for Algebra, it never was. If I had a choice I would abolish Algebra from every school curriculum and burn every math textbook on the Earth, but of course that wasn’t possible.

“Ok, now that we have the x-intercept, we can just insert the y value from the center and finish the equation!”

“I have no clue what you just said,” Peter’s exasperated sighs fill my ears as I complain about his teaching, “I am just so sorry, I genuinely cannot do math.”

“Yes you can, you’re very smart and very capable and not everyone can add, so it is a-okay!” Sarcasm laces his tone, a humorous glint twinkling in his eye as he sends a cheeky grin my way.

“Ha. I know how to add, 2+2 is equal to 4!” He couldn’t hold in a laugh then, dissolving my prior confidence.

“On that note, let’s take a break!” Peter closed his open notes and pushed the notebooks to his side, stretching from his position.

As he lifts his arms above his head, the edge of his Midtown sweatshirt lifts upwards, exposing his skin and giving me a peek of the definition below. Lean muscle stretches across his abdomen, tensing with every move. His impressive v-line cutting into his torso, deep enough to lap water from-

“Uh, you okay?” his awkward chuckles interrupt my ogling,

“Yeah, yeah.” Spluttering out an excuse, I draw my eyes away from his very rock-hard abdominals and decide to intently stare at the thread hanging from his comforter.

“Let’s watch a movie or something?” He couldn’t hide his unmistakable blush as it crept from the round of his cheeks and flushed towards his chest, oh how I wish I could graze my fingertips across the pink tint on his upper body and-

“Good idea! What are you thinking?” I mention, focusing on his words and pretending to not be soaking wet for my best friend, I quickly dismiss the thoughts plaguing my mind.