you know you gon be another hour

Temperamental ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: rough sex!!!!!! language, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), venom!spidey

request/scenario: basically spider-man was battling sandman but he got away and since the venom suit can drastically change your personality peter gets his anger out on y/n then like be kinky and shit (ie being webbed to the head board and stuff)

A/N: it’s really rough sex so don’t read if ure uncomfortable..

There you sat in front of the TV in your bedroom trying to settle calmly as Spider-man beheld on the screen exhibiting a fray between him and Sandman. Immediately you knew it was Peter, your boyfriend, which made you further agonize on what would happen next, acknowledging that lately Peter had been temperamental, signifying that there might be unforeseen measures.

But within minutes the acclaimed Spider-man vanished into thin air, leaving the notorious Sandman on the streets. The reports were now crying out Spider-man’s name demanding for help, but sadly, there wasn’t a probability he would turn back. And by now you were panicking trying to ponder the places to find Peter and praying he wasn’t getting into any more sorts of battles.


As hours has passed by the reports were still indistinct to where was Spider-man; however, on the corner of your eye your peripheral vision saw a black figure standing amidst your balcony. There Spider-man beheld just meters away from you, but at the sight of him left you both in relief but also in fury.

Spider-man began knocking at your glass door as you stood up, walking towards the door frame, and plastering a look of displeasure whilst crossing your arms. But your actions only left Spider-man knock increasingly vicious than before, making you somewhat tense on his disposition. “Y/N, open the god damn door now!”

You froze at his words. He was indubitably displeased and you do not have any clues on why he was that volatile, but of course as you didn’t want him to further become aggressive, you gradually unlocked the door as he stood upon you. Furthermore, before you could entirely pull back the door, Spider-man grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you back.

Your back dropped against your soft duvet as you saw his mask shift, revealing his face which looked rather deprived and enraged. “Hands. Up.” Peter demanded as he pulled down the window blinds, covering the transparent glass door and leaving the room in shadiness whilst it covered the view from outdoors. You placed your hands up high above your head and against the headboard, obeying Peter’s orders as he began walking towards you.

Peter arose one of his arms as he positioned it directly above your head, targeting your hands. You encountered his webs flying before him which met your arms the next second, the adherent gooey fluid violently pushing both your arms against your headboard. “Stay still. No sounds, no screams or the worst is yet to come.” He stated.

He went on top of the bed and faced you, he welcomed his hands on your body as he slowly grasped on the garter of your shorts pulling it down slowly and revealing your lacy black lingerie. “Fuck.” You heard Peter swear under his breath beholding the view in front of him.

Peter lowered his face beside your ear, his lips nibbling on your earlobe as he whispered, “You will not move from this spot nor’ make a sound until I make you come with my mouth.” His utterance sent shivers down your spine and gave goosebumps at your skin while your arms struggled around the webs. 

And so you didn’t made any sound further on. You lay you back against the comfortable sheets trying to stay perfectly still as heat flushes past you, priming you for what’s to come. He gradually pulled your lace panties down your ankles and dropping them beside on the wooden, varnished floor. He then sneaked his hand under your tank-top only to find out you were not wearing a bra already.

Peter then welcomed himself between your legs and extensively spreading them. He lowered his face on your core, your ankles wrapping around his back, and felt the tip of his tongue on your clit. You closed your eyes and faintly  gasped as you bit your lower lip clearly remembering you were not allowed to make a sound.

For the next ten minutes, Peter focused on stimulation – his fingers teasing your drenched entrance while his tongue flicked on your clit. You looked below, seeing his orbs latched onto yours whilst his mouth was working his way on your climax. “Peter, please.” You faintly moaned out, immediately regretting the words that left your lips.

“I’ll make an exception for that noise, princess.” Peter stated, continuing his movements as he immediately penetrated two fingers past your entrance. Your instinct was to clench around his fingers as his fingers curled around your walls. And with the wetness formed around your cunt, there was enough lubrication for his fingers to thrust into you.

As his right hand was working around your cunt, the other hand made way under your shirt and on one of your boobs. He gave a squeeze on your boob as his index finger brushed on your nipple. Your hands began struggling furthermore on the webs, closing your eyes and taking in the delight you were receiving. 

You arched your back as your walls began incessantly curling around Peter’s finger. All you wanted to do know was moan out his name and grasp onto the strands of his hair and demand him to thrust into you, but of course you can’t. So you had to suffer on squirming before Peter, as you acknowledging an upcoming climax.

“Is princess close to her orgasm?” Peter teased, lightly chuckling which sent his hot breath, pushing past against your clit.

Within seconds, you felt your head whirling as Peter did not stop and you kept holding back your release trying to await for Peter’s orders. Once he did notice it he finally gave permission onto your release, “It’s fine, princess. Let it all out for daddy.” And you did, leaving that lascivious mess that portrayed the erotic and passionate tension between the two of you.

After your release, Peter already was up for round 2 while your body was still trying to recover from the orgasm you had moments ago. He descended his face onto your, his lips inches away from yours as you looked at his eyes with a droplet of sweat running down from his forehead and to the bridge of his nose.

Peter plastered a devilish grin as he whispered, “I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you very hard, and it’s definitely going to hurt.” His words leaving you more tensed than ever acknowledging that you have never experienced Peter become this aggressive towards you. 

He then crashed his lips onto yours, already feeling that dominant vibe as he pushed your tank-top up and over your breasts revealing your bare body and your perky nipples. His lips went on the side of your neck, nibbling on it and making sure to leave prominent hickies, before disconnecting and taking a view of your body.

“God you’re so beautiful, princess.” He moaned out as he dipped his face between the valley of your breasts, he placed his mouth on one of your boobs while the other was being fondled by his right hand. He sucked and swirled his tongue on your nipple as his hand flicked on your other nipple making sure to take delight on the scenario he was in right now.

As he ceased, he looked at your begging expression knowing you were again needy for him. “Tell me where you want it, princess.” He stated placing his finger on your stomach and softly drawing figure 8′s on it, his soft and tender touch making you crave for his erection. “Lower.” You faintly said.

Peter understood your request, slowly lowering his finger where it reached your throbbing clit. “Tell daddy what you want, your instructions are fucking unclear.” He voiced, fury in the tone of his voice. “I want your dick.” You responded back as Peter nodded and seductively looked at you – licking his lips as he flipped his hair back which was once covering his face.

“How bad do you want it?” Peter questioned, seeing his suit shift and leaving him already naked. And with you being distracted with his body, you forgot to respond to his question resulting to which enraged him. “I said how bad do you fucking want it?!” He repeated.

By now you were yelping both from the fear and lust. “Daddy I want it so fucking bad, please.” You cried.

Without any warnings, Peter forcefully spread your legs and pushed his cock inside your entrance permitting you no time to adjust to his size. So your response was to clench around his cock as he filled ever area around your walls while one of his hands grasped onto your waist. Meanwhile you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you while trying to get a grip.

His thrusts were powerful making the bed noisily hit the wall as it made squeaking sounds. “Fuck you want that?” Peter moaned out and throwing his head back out of the pleasure he was taking delight of. “Make it hurt.” You responded, closing your eyes and gasping at how hard Peter’s thrust were in you.

As every inch of his cock kept thrusting inside you, you tilt yourself up a little allowing him to grasp on your ass and violently squeezing it – and you always knew how bad Peter loved your ass. “You’re ass. Fuck I love your ass, princess.” followed by, “And you’re fucking tits, they bounce so perfectly.”

You felt your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock as he felt it too, gasping and shutting his eyes close, “God after all the times I fucked you how are you still so fucking tight.” He moaned continuing his actions while you continued to clench around him followed by another groan coming from his lips, “Uh, baby, just like that.”

The room echoed Peter’s moans alongside the noise his thrusts were making. Your arms were already starting to hurt as it’s half past an hour since Peter webbed you, but you felt you were close to a second orgasm anyway. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You didn’t urge that moan as you had to tell it to Peter knowing you can’t hold that back further, “Oh god. I’m gonna come.”

Then you felt his hand reach your throat, wrapping it around violently, choking you. “Look at me,” He says, “Look at me when you come. I want to watch you.” He demands. And as you both lock your eyes directly at each other, Peter continued his thrusts as knots in your stomach began to form.

You arched your back and curled your toes as you threw your head back against the headboard and grasped muscularly on the webs that wrapped around your hands, still the stare between you and Peter in tact. As your walls tightened further around his cock. Your clit throbbed as you released around his cock, gasping for thin air once you finally did.

Both of you stay like that for half a minute as Peter ran his hand down from your waist up to your ass while you both tried to regain your normal breathing and heart rate. “I told you,” He breathed, “I was gonna fuck you extra hard tonight.”

“Yes….yes you did.” You breathed. You knew you both enjoyed fucking this way sweaty, hazy, hot, and until you were aching for another high quality orgasm. “Let me go down on you again next time,” Peter says, “And next time I want you to be the one on top of me as your cunt swallows my dick and swivel your hips, while you tits bounce.”

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anonymous asked:

Obi-Wan + reader with 235? please?

Characters: Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: none

Prompts: “Let’s go get lost somewhere.”

Word Count: 340

A/N: i feel like it’s been ages since i wrote for obi-wan

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!


Obi-Wan traced his finger along your arm as you peacefully slept besides him. Your house, which was on the outskirts of Coruscant, was tiny, but it was incredibly cosy and Obi-Wan loved every second that he was in here with you. Although the Jedi forbid attachments, Obi-Wan was willing to risk everything for you.

You rolled over and sleepily opened your eyes, and smiled as you reached up to caress Obi-Wan’s face. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, love.” Obi-Wan smiled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss his lips. “I have to leave soon.”

“Do you have to?” you sighed, pulling away as Obi-Wan smiled at you apologetically. 

“I’m sorry, love.” Obi-Wan caressed your face. “I’ll be back tonight.” 

He sat on the edge of the bed, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind and rested your chin into his shoulder. Obi-Wan smiled as you said, “I think we should get out of Coruscant.”

“Is that right?” Obi-Wan turned his head slightly, amused, as you nodded. “And where would we go, y/n?”

“Anywhere.” you shrugged, kissing Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Let’s go get lost somewhere.”

Obi-Wan sighed slightly and gave you a look, and you let go of him as you said, “Well, it was worth a shot.” 

“I can’t abandon the Jedi Order.” Obi-Wan turned to face you, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “Especially since I promised Qui-Gon-”

“To train Anakin, I know.” you chuckled, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand back. “I understand.”

“I must be so awful to deal with.” Obi-Wan sighed. 

“You are.” you smiled, kissing Obi-Wan’s nose. “But somehow, I still put up with you.”

“Thank you for that.” Obi-Wan smiled, before kissing you and pushing you back onto the bed. “You know what? I think the Jedi can wait another hour.”

Laughing, he rolled you over so you were on top, and the two of you kissed again.