Aya

Normally, he stays inside Shane for a bit after fucking while they cuddle. They love that, they're so needy and down bad for each other that it's just become a regular part of aftercare for them. And they often doze off a little before waking up and cleaning each other up, or showering, taking the dirty cover off the bed…, but this time they were tired and they really got into it. Ilya came so fucking hard, so he actually completely conks out without meaning to.

In his sleep, Ilya moves away a little and slips out of Shane, so he's kinda just left there, sweaty, cum running out of him. Usually he's so disgusted by it, but maybe just this one time the disgust has something else there. They'd played with degradation almost all week, and Ilya made him take it tonight too, called him his cockslut, his whore, made Shane beg for his cum... so Shane is exactly in the kind of headspace where feeling dirty, messy, discarded is doing something different to him, the kind of unpleasantness he wants to lean into.

Also Shane, like Ilya, is also exhausted, so letting himself relax in that moment and drift off to sleep is easy. And that's what he does.

He wakes up in the morning with Ilya being soooo concerned, because how careless was it to just cum and fall asleep, especially with the kind of play they did. "I didn't want to make you clean up by yourself, sweetheart, I'm sorry", and Shane answers in a low voice, not even being able to look Ilya in the eye, "I didn't".

Ilya looks so confused, and worried, Shane can see all the gears turning in his head trying to assess how Shane feels, how badly Ilya fucked up. Shane can't really bring himself to fully explain, so he just cups Ilya's cheek and strokes it with his thumb, pulling him in for a kiss (bEfOrE bRUsHinG??? 🤨 MY SHANE WAS KIDNAPED!! REPLACED BY LIZARD ALIENS!! 🚨🚨)

Shane takes Ilya's hand, guides it between his legs to reach back to his hole and Ilya can feel it, the mess from the lube and his cum still there, and when he presses in Shane gasps into his mouth. Ilya pulls back and this time Shane is looking at him, heavy lids and parted lips, "If you wanted you could just... if you wanted. If not, then you don't. However you want".

Ilya goes dizzy with how fast his dick gets hard. It's entirely possible the consistency with which Shane makes blood rush to Ilya's dick has caused more damage to his brain than any concussion ever could.

Summary: Peter has accepted that his body is changing and has you for support. Through out all the anomalies, the only unaccounted for was his teeth?! Good thing you're there for him.

CW: mdni, fluff, established relationship, smut, biting, teething, spider type stuff, a little unhinged peter when he changes forms, freaky!reader+peter, SPOILERS(some parts of powers are like made up because i felt like it)

Word count: 2k+

Author's note: (listened to Closer by nine inch nails while writing) I was watching the movie and the whole time i'm like what about spider fangs??? An arachnid but no fangs???

Peter was changing. Molting to be correct. From spiderling to adult. When you made that joke he didn’t laugh.

brand new day peter parker

(unedited)

☆ enhanced!peter who’s senses are so overloaded that his usual awkwardness is bypassed.

☆ enhanced!peter who reaches out to feel your skin, aching, itching, mindless in his evolution and only able to recall one thing in the haze: you

☆ enhanced!peter who kisses you with urgency, lips crashing into yours, breath ragged and uneven, pupils swallowed entirely by the arachnid inside.

aweee time out 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like he’s soo whiney, almost whimpering into your neck as he rocks into your pussy but he just cums to fast :/ sloppily thrusts into you as long as he can but after a few he spills into you with a groan and you haven’t even cum yet..

obviously franks disappointed because he always makes you cum before he does himself. so the older man scoffs and makes him sit at the headboard of the bed, makes peter watch as he makes you cum on his cock like three times.

18+ mdni cw light cnc? UUUGGGHHH need. neeeeed. im such a sucker for cockwarming and head-in-lap blowjobs so this really does it for me

you've been crabby all day and running your mouth and earning low reprimands n threats n sharp little warning smacks on your ass....

once evening rolls around robby thinks he finally has you settled-- you're snuggled up beside him on the couch while he scrolls on his phone with your favorite show on the TV-- but there is a strong emphasis on thinks. he is quickly proven wrong when some random background character gets a speaking line and you say, "she's so pretty."

it's clear in the way you say it that it's not just an observation. you're not just speaking aloud, it's very much directed to robby. expecting a response. robby glances up from his phone and offers a simple "mhm," hoping to placate you, but you're quickly lifting your head from the crook of his shoulder and shooting him a look

"what does that mean?"

robby takes a breath through his nose and his eyes flit over to you. it's written plainly on his face that he doesn't like where this is going. "It means "sure, honey, whatever you say""

Despite his carefully crafted response you don't miss a beat-- "so you think she's pretty?"

"Not as pretty as you," he lilts, reaching out to pinch your cheek with an appeasing smile before it falls away and his voice flattens, "so drop it."

"But she is pretty--"

"Stop." He says, shaking his head. "Don't do--"

"I mean, you just agreed." You speak over his warning, face still stubbornly set in a scowl. "You just said she's pretty."

"Hon, you brought it up." He reminds you, his calm voice starting to strain with wavering patience. "And you talk plenty about how hot you think actors are."

"That's different," you snipe back. You know just as well as robby that you're being unreasonable, but you're itching to pick a fight. "You said you don't care when I say that, kind of stuff, but I care, and she doesn't look anything like me." Robby unzips his fly and pulls down his boxers as you go on your bratty tirade "So, what, do you wish I looked more like her--?"

"Shhh," Robby urges. His big hand finds the back of your head and guides you down towards where his other hand is stroking himself to hardness. "C'mere." He guides his tip towards your lips. "Don't--" he grits out when you stiffen your neck in resistance and stubbornly seal your lips tight. "Open, baby. C'mon."

Your eyes flit up to shoot him a mean glare. He raises a brow. You open your mouth to speak-- "You said sh--"

Robby seizes the opportunity to push his cock past your parted lips, shushing you again. He groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, then nods when you seal your lips around his head, suckling gently. "Attagirl. That's right, you know what to do."

Robby pets your hair while what is, at this point, almost pure instinct kicks in. Your lashes flutter subtly, the familiar weight of his cock on your tongue making your heartrate slow and your irritation fade into the background. Your brain practically starts pooling out of your ears.

FRANK X READER X PETER TWT PLINKS <3

a/n - must be logged into twitter with censor off, enjoy

arachnid!peter being rough :(

peter and frank sharing you

frankie stretching you out

peter walking in on you and frankie, then joining in

double pe*tration with both your boyfriends

easy access for frank

a very stressed peter parker

frank making you cum after you’d been a brat all day

arachnid!peter cumming excessively..

jerking peter off

needy peter :(

frank fucking you dumb

teasing peter after he was supposed to be helping you with your assignments

what peter has to watch as a “teaching” from frank..

peter with you after all franks “teaching”

frank after a bad day

18+ mdni eeek definitely!! she definitely is a sucker for praise and some days she doesn’t have any brat in her for robby to tame… you’re in his lap n he starts feeling you up n kissing you, then he pulls away and orders “get on your knees, sweetheart” and is fully braced for attitude… but then you just murmur “yessir” and slide down his lap n onto the floor. he grins n says “look at you behaving so well.” while he cups your face with his hand and strokes a thumb across your cheek. “Where’s my brat, huh?” his smile falls to fix you with a stern look, warning you to try anything “You being sneaky? Playing some sort of long con?”

You shake your head quickly, fist stroking up and down Robby’s hardening shaft n lips pressing sweet kisses to his tip. “No, sir.”

n he can tell by the way you look up at him that you mean it— your eyes are practically shining with your desperation to please him. he smiles.

“There’s my good girl.” He presses at the back of your head— harsher than he has to with you sweet n pliant like this, but not quite mean. Urging you lower. “Lick my balls, honey.”

You let your tongue lave eagerly at his heavy sack, bringing your palm up to cup their weight and knead softly the way you know he loves.

This is what AO3 is designed to prevent.

This is what AO3 is here for.

You will never have to worry about middle of the night fic purges.

Censorship.

Purity culture cults and advertiser tantrums.

Your fic stays, until you yourself take it down.

peters tongue circling around your sensitive clit and then pushing it into your slit, groaning beneath you like he’d been starved. he’ll mumble things like, “taste so good for me..” and plead, “just one more pretty girl, gimme one more.” in between breaths! and his biceps will hold you down, arms wrapped around your thighs and meeting at your tummy, just laying there and not letting you move or struggle.

before, peter had made you came once with his mouth and his fingers, and that felt amazing as always, it left you panting and your eyes squeezed shut.. but as peter was looking between your legs to see the mess he made he saw your arousal drip down your hole and onto the bed, just riling him up and his mouth was latched back onto you. eyes widening, your hands flew to his head, grabbing at his hair from the stimulation. sobs of “s’too much peter I can’t..”, were falling from you lips but he wouldn’t stop licking :(( just lapping up your cum so pathetically

“You wanna cum, doll face?” He croons, low and condescending. He smirks when you nod. “Gonna have to beg, then. Go on.”

Your eyes harden and your lips form a straight line. “No.” 

“No?” His cock throbs inside you and his smirk only widens. His voice lightens as he patronizes “Come on, baby. It’s easy. Just gotta say “please, sir.” That’s all.” 

You stay silent, continuing to glare at him. He lets out a breathless chuckle. His hips slow from deep, steady thrusts to a shallow rocking motion. You whine at the loss, your own hips lifting to chase the feeling. Frank lets out another chuckle.

“Look at that. That’s cute.” His eyes flit from where your pelvis grinds against his back up to your face. “You can rock your hips all you want, baby, I know it’s not hitting the right spot.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Oooh,” he drawls, faux impressed. “So close, dolly. It’s ‘please, sir,’ remember? Think you can say that for me?”

Frank snaps his hips harder, once, a clear taunt, and your brows furrow at the jolt of pleasure. A soft whine escapes you— not quite a syllable— you just barely manage to swallow it down.

“P—“ he mocks in the same pitch as your pathetic sound, mirroring your expression, urging you to speak with another snap of his hips, “Please—“

“Please, sir!” You finally gasp out. Frank’s grin turns deadly. 

He would be all over you. Princes don’t ride in carriages, they rode on their horses alongside them. But when Aerion saw you step into the carriage, with no one but his drunk older brother who had already fallen off his horse, he broke the standards and slid in beside you without a word. If Daeron were to snore to loudly, or scare you with his nightly visions on the way there, he would kick his brothers shin, shutting him up instantly.

When you’d finally arrive there, Aerion would be the only one to help you out, he didn’t trust anyone near you anymore, after all you were carrying his hatchling now, as he liked to call it. To his logic, the male dragon always protects the nest, despite the child being born yet or not.

He would watch you with every step you took, and if anyone were to dare get too close, attempt a conversation, or merely disturb your peace? It’s safe to say they would not be seen anywhere again that day.

You would have been the one to convince him to go to the puppet show, it was about dragons after all, and you knew his strict obsession with them. It had started off pleasant, you, in his arms. But it seemed he had snapped that poor girls fingers in the blink of an eye.

You had tried to get the nearby guards to stop the taller man from coming at Aerion. You knew your husband was in the wrong, but to see him being brutally attacked meant more.

When you had returned back to the small castle of Ashford, where you were all staying, Lord ashford was waiting with Maekar and Baelor. You were sat near Lord ashford. Aerion often liked to put you far from him, only so he could stare at you fully for the night. As he ignored the hedgeknights words, he instead snapped some nuts open.

The final one had flown across the room, going past Lord Ashford and landing on your boots. When you had begun to bend down to retrieve it Aerion let out a noise of displeasure. Instead he gestured to Lord Ashford, pointing at your shoes. He watched as the Lord scrambled to remove it while you blushed in embarrassment.

“My wife is carrying a prince, my Lord, it is only right you go to your knees before her” is what he had said with a shrug before Maekar had snatched him by the collar and dragged him out while Baelor spared you a smile.

Aerion had made you clean his cuts that night, just so he could entice you to a bath with him. You knew how that always ended….

Watching the trial was horrible for you, seeing your husband lose, was not something either of you were used to. For the next week, Aerion let you baby him. Though he did moan and complain when you cleaned his wounds, he would stay quiet when you’d brush your fingers through his silver hair.

You being pregnant was the only reason in the end that Maekar didn’t send Aerion to Lys. So that night Aerion made sure he fucked you to your hearts content.

Peter Parker is absolutely obsessed with eating you out. He practically makes out with your pussy whenever he gets the chance, always eager to have you squirming beneath him.

You're lying back, breathless, as he stays between your legs, completely focused on you. You've already come twice, and somehow, he still isn't satisfied.

Whimpers fill the room as you try to get away, only for a thin web to suddenly catch your wrist against the sheets. "Mm, Pete, 's too much, baby."

He lets out a quiet laugh, glancing up at you with that stupidly smug grin.

"You can take it, baby. C'mon, no escaping."

He gently coos at you, barely letting up. His voice is nothing more than a murmured whisper as he keeps teasing you.

"This pretty pussy just needs me, yeah?"