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for the person anon who sent another spidersilver request, i see you and i send kisses to you 💋

thanks for sending me this, the idea is GREAT. thanks for loving my au hehe

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Drawing inspired by @bohnerrific69 's "spidersilver" au. Basically, Peter Maximoff is Spiderman. And I love this thought, so I had to draw it out (I'm feral, unhinged and a lil bit bonkers in case it wasn't obvious lmao). Credit goes to Lia for the au, I just did the silly doodle.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #spidersilver #mel art #digital art #my art #ik its not the best but you got my creative juices flowing soooo

i feel like im the only one who ships them but

quicksilver x spiderman shippers do you exist??

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Peter: Do twins have the same size dick?

Tony: Oh, now we're asking the real questions.

Pietro: As a twin, I can say that my dick is definitely bigger than my sister's.

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SpiderSilver: Barred

For @thedarkficsyouneveraskedfor 's dark fic challenge! My prompt was "Character A wakes up tied down and blindfolded" with the kink "exhibitionism". I got to pick the ship so I carefully selected Pietro Maximoff X Peter Parker! Please enjoy.

Peter struggled to open his eyes. Whatever was against his back was unforgiving and firm, and his arms were stiff. A tug revealed that his wrists were tied to something. When he got his eyes open, he saw nothing but darkness. His eyelashes brushed against some sort of fabric and he deduced that he was probably blindfolded.

“Wait,” he got out, coughing. “Is this... Where... Is this a Febreze commercial?”

A loud laugh came from his left side and Peter’s stomach clenched. “Pietro?” he whispered, not daring to speak any louder.

“Shh... Shh...” A beautifully soft voice soothed Peter as a hand stroked his cheek gently. “I’m right here, my love. Remember the promise you made me?”

Peter recalled the stormy night where he, Wanda, Pietro and Vision had all gotten drunk and made bets on seemingly harmless things. Pietro had bet that Peter would pass out from the alcohol before he did, and if Peter lost, he would...

“Oh, good gosh,” Peter muttered. “Pietro, who’s all there?”

Pietro chuckled. “Myself, obviously, Wanda, the Vision, and the Avengers. You know everyone in this room, and you made me a promise.”

Peter struggled against the ropes. “Where am I?”

“In the party room at the Tower. On the bar.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Peter complained, reaching out with a foot blindly (as if he could do it any other way), trying to find Pietro. “Babe...”

Pietro’s hand grasped his leg and settled him back down. “I’ll make it worth your while. I want to show you off, show how good you are for me.”

Peter winced. “Tying me down wasn’t a part of the deal.”

“That’s just a little more fun for me. I know how much you like to touch me, my love, so I took it away. A little extra punishment for you for losing the bet.”

A familiar voice cut through the silence. “Jesus, Pietro, as if you didn’t already know he was gonna drop after three shots. The kid’s a total lightweight!”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter strained his neck, trying to turn and see his mentor through the blindfold. “Is that you?”

Pietro grasped his chin and turned him back. “You’ll hurt your neck, please be careful.” He stroked Peter’s hair and stood up. “Are you ready?”

“For you to, what, fuck me in front of all of our friends?” Peter laughed, the sound music to Pietro’s ears. Pietro loved Peter’s laugh more than sunshine, which is what his laugh seemed to be made of. “I’m down, honestly.”

“He told me so,” Wanda jumped in. “He was scared to tell you.”

Pietro squeezed Peter’s shoulder and began working on the buttons of Peter’s shirt. “You don’t ever have to be scared to tell me the truth, Peter. I am yours and you are mine, and nothing you say could ever change that.”

“Except maybe ‘Hail Hydra’, or some bullshit like that,” Peter joked. Pietro had finished the buttons on his shirt and was working on his jeans.

“You confuse me with Steve.”

“What, you’re both blond, annoying, and muscular, and you have a weird sense of patriotism.”

Peter felt a stinging pain across his now bare thigh and it took him a moment to realize that Pietro had practically reverse spanked him. “Hey!”

“Shush.” Pietro went back to his work, stripping Peter of his socks and shoes before removing his pants the rest of the way. “Listen, you do not need to nervously compare me to Steve. I promise, and I can ask several people of this, but I know that I am better in bed than he is.”

“Who... Oh. Oh! Pietro!” Peter gasped as Pietro slid his boxers down and wrapped a hand around his half-hardened cock.

Pietro squeezed gently, almost giggling. “Baby... You are so hard already, just from the idea of being watched? You are so cute.”

Peter felt his face heat up with pride at Pietro’s praises and he lifted his hips for more of his boyfriend’s exquisite touches. “Please, Piet, please.”

“Cute alliteration,” Wanda joked. Her voice was much closer now, and Peter tensed.

“Where...”

Pietro cut him off with a particularly good squeeze and then began to move his hand up and down. “They’re just having a party. Wanda needed a drink. Don’t worry, they’re not constantly watching you. I thought it might be easier.”

Peter’s heart (and dick, honestly) warmed at Pietro’s kindness and the thought he put into every moment he spent with Peter. “Babe... Pietro...”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Pietro smiled, though he knew Peter couldn’t see, and moved his hand faster. A lot faster. Peter cried out as the sensations continued, Pietro speeding up until he was practically vibrating. “Oh, oh my gosh, Pietro! Pietro!” Peter’s hips were high off the bar now, feet planted, one on a barstool, the other on the lower counter behind the bar. He felt Pietro slip a finger into his hole, which, he realized with a jolt, was already pre-lubricated. Pietro thought of everything.

“Oh, Pietro, fuck me!” he wailed, forgetting that everyone he looked up to ever was in the room with him, watching him beg for Pietro. “Please!”

“That’s it,” Pietro cooed, spreading Peter’s legs wider and stretching out his hole with two fingers. “You take my fingers so well, draga, let us see how you do with my cock?”

Through the haze of pleasure in his mind, Peter heard Tony mutter something about Pietro being too innocent. If only Mr. Stark knew... Scratch that. Pietro was his and his alone.

“Yes, please, I want it,” he begged, twisted his head to try and find Pietro in the darkness. “Baby, can I look, please?”

The blindfold came off and Peter was met with a beautiful sight. Pietro was kneeling over him, not a stitch of clothing on him, looking down at Peter with the reverence of a mortal worshipping their god. To his right, behind the bar, stood Wanda, giving her brother a look of complete amusement, as if she couldn’t believe Pietro had managed to snag a boy like Peter. To his left, he could see Tony completely ignoring the whole scene, but he could see a blush on his mentor’s cheeks. Some of the things Peter had said recently weren’t the most innocent, that was for sure. He hoped Tony wasn’t disappointed in him or anything.

“Draga mea.”

Peter’s gaze snapped back to Pietro. “Focus on me, silly.” Pietro stroked Peter’s cheek with the back of his hand and brought their lips together. “I love you, you adorable boy.”

“I love you too,” Peter breathlessly whispered, feeling his heart try to pound its way out of his chest. “So much.”

Pietro lifted Peter’s hips, scooted so he was between the younger boy’s legs. “Are you ready, my love?”

“As ever, Piet,” Peter returned, tilting his chin up to kiss Pietro again.

“Then I shall fulfill my promise that I made to you our first time, and every time after that. I promise that I will make you scream my name in ecstasy as I make love to you, my dearest.” Pietro pressed the head of his cock into Peter, pushing in in his usual one quick stroke.

“Pietro!” Peter gasped, back arching off the bar, stomach pressing up into Pietro’s. “More!”

Pietro smiled down at Peter, fighting off his own cries as Peter’s tight heat enveloped him. “Peter, you’re so tight, oh my God...” He swallowed, pushing until his hips locked against Peter’s. “There, you’ve... You take me so well, my love, ah...”

Peter lifted his hips up into Pietro’s, forcing them even closer. Pietro let out a strangled cry and some curse words in Sokovian, then pulled back and began to thrust. “Pietro!” Peter yelled, tilting his head back. Pietro dove for his throat and pressed kisses along it, biting down after every single one.

“That’s it, Peter, take all of me. All of it, such a good boy...” Pietro quietly praised, wrapping an arm around Peter’s waist and using the other to support his weight. “Good boy, Peter...”

Peter gritted his teeth, fighting the sounds that bubbled up in his throat and threatened to spill out. When Pietro moved his hand to grasp his dick, however, he couldn’t keep them back any longer. He cried out Pietro’s name, along with a string of curse words, as he came all over Pietro’s hand. Pietro followed soon after, crying out for his Peter as he collapsed, pinning the younger boy beneath him.

Both panted for some time before Pietro got enough strength back to lift himself up onto his elbows. Peter was staring up at him dreamily, eyes warm and beautiful. “Hi there,” he whispered.

“Hi yourself,” Pietro replied, nuzzling into Peter’s neck. “I’m so glad you happen to have an exhibitionism kink.”

Peter laughed, the vibrations in his throat warming Pietro’s cheek. “Me too, damn.”

A loud thunk came at his head, and Pietro lifted his eyes to see a small glass jar and the pissed off face of Captain Steven G. Rogers. “That’ll be $5.40. You don’t think I know every curse word in Sokovian?”

Pietro groaned and let his head slam back down. “I forgot about that.”

Peter shrugged. “Worth it.”

“Damn right.”

“$5.50.”

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