What with the Avengers being totally awesome, I figured I should try and bring us back to normal with an awful Marvel universe fic.
I found this one by c0p13r — tell me if you think it does the trick. The beastly Green Goblin had returned, and was even more frightening than before, if that was even possible.
The wealthy scientist knew exactly who Peter Parker was and threatened him to cease his double-life as Spider-Man. If any one of them was harmed on hishe would not survive the heartache. With that in mind, even standing next to Norman almost brought the cheeky web-slinger to an anxiety attack.
He opened the door slowly, his blue backpack containing his costume hanging from his tight, left fist. Never had he been so distraught, even when humiliated by the Kingpin. Rock Star?
Is… is that foreshadowing? She peered at him from the corner of her eyes with a slight grin. The paperwork was put on hold. She turned her head slightly to him. She pursed her lips slightly and hummed in consideration. Peter turned to her.
There were tears threatening to spill from his worried eyes, and his teeth clenched behind lips drawn downward. In a fit of emotion, he threw his arms around the only family member he had, surprising her. But it was enough to show her how much he cared for her and how much she meant to him. For all of her troubled worries, all of those pesky thoughts that made her believe that he cared for her only because he had to, he truly loved her like family.
Because… she was family. She returned the embrace with tenderness, breathing in his ear that it was all okay. May gingerly touched his cheek. Her soft hands… So warm… So loving…. Whose lips touched whose first?
Peter parker / aunt may
Oh, are they stressed? Do some yoga. Buy one of those squeezy stress balls or something. That part of him needed to shut up. He needed this, if only to forget his worries and reveal how deeply he felt for his beautiful aunt. Normally the voice of reason, she now was giving into pure lust. Such a shy boy; it took quite a bit of insistence before he allowed her to taste the lingering flavor of his after-lunch chocolate snack. He wondered if she could also detect the slight bit of cherry-flavored lip gloss Mary-Jane had left during a kiss that did not hit its mark.
Fan fiction friday: peter parker in “chalking it up to experience”
Or was MJ going to give Peter a blowjob and just missed? When aunt and nephew broke apart, they were breathless. Peter felt his heart fluttering in a way that was only matched by when he was with his girlfriend. Stuttering, he stood up in front of the older woman, setting his hands on either of her shoulders. His eyes looked pleadingly into hers so that she may be strong enough to take charge and put an end to this impetuous and taboo act. She did not give him time to finish. Already, her surprisingly-nimble hands were at the crotch of his jeans, yanking down his fly in one, swift tug.
He could have stopped her, used his powerful arms to restrain her before bolting up the stairs and locking himself in his room, ready to chalk this whole experience as a freak encounter, never to happen again.
She pushed aside the opening of his green and orange striped boxers to reach for the rigid prize underneath. With much relief on his part, his straining cock was freed from the confines of his pants, throbbing and thick with blood. Mildly surprised at his girth — he was ificantly larger than Ben and every other man she had been with before — Aunt May undauntedly took him into her mouth after slickening the weeping head with a flick of her tongue.
Obviously the role of Peter is not being played by Andrew Garfield. He hissed through his teeth, struggling to peep through his partly-opened eyelids to watch the gray-haired woman rhythmically bob her mouth up and down his length. When her beautiful green eyes glanced up at him while his cock was still locked between her lips, he shuddered and feared his load would escape him. As if sharing his concern for an early ejaculation, May pulled away from him with an audible slurp, running her tongue over her moist lips when he departed from her mouth.
He pulsed eagerly for more attention, and she would not disappoint or keep him waiting for long. Her gaze never left him, even as she leaned back and began to undo the button and zipper of her tight jeans. Tight jeans? While she began to rid herself of her lower clothes, Peter took a moment to admire her body.
She may have been at the age when her hair was losing its color, but that just gave her a mature attractiveness. There were lines of worry and stress on her face, but it did not ruin her natural beauty, and her physique itself was amazing; no severe sagging anywhere. He blushed a bit when noticing that her breasts were still high, though that may be because of her bra. Jeans and panties came down at once, revealing to Peter the first pussy that was not on internet. Now here he was, standing before her with cock exposed and her pussy offered to him. He could not deny her. Unable to fight these primal urges with morality, Peter held his breath and managed his cock with his fist.
When the blunt tip touched her lips, they both shuddered in anticipation, and it took a great deal of restraint for him not to surge into her snug wetness. In response, May locked her feet behind him. Her legs pulled him forward until he was unbelievably close to puncturing her. It was the final straw that snapped his moral restraints. Consequences and virginity be damned…. He slid in slowly until he bottomed out, pressing his pelvis against her crotch, though his pants were a bit uncomfortable; May made short work of that by flipping the button open and shrugging his jeans down.
He pulled back a bit, but rushed right back into her, causing her to give a sharp cry. Planting his palms on either side of her, he groaned and began to rock his hips in inexperienced thrusts that gradually gained some sort of rhythm.
May, in any case, was overwhelmed with pleasure from having this youth pounding into her. One hand gripped at the cushiony backrest, her fingernails digging into the couch to the point of nearly tearing the fabric; the other hand went to her chest to grope the generous mounds. With her help, her top was pulled over the hills of her breast; the cup supporting her right tit was pulled down by her admission, and Peter, frenzied and incredibly aroused while plunging in and out of her, dipped his face down to catch her hardened, pink tip in his mouth.
Her left hand came up to tangle in his hair as he sloppily nursed on her nipple. Yep, he was a first-timer alright, but that was made up for by his enthusiasm and the sheer size of the cock inside of her.
He gasped and moaned her name when he doubled over, clenching his teeth and struggling to keep his testicles from bursting. He set a hand at the back of her thigh, just beneath her buttocks as he started to drive harder and harder into her. Of course, Peter could easily fulfill her request and pound her so hard that the sofa they were on would probably break underneath the force, which would also hurt her, no doubt.
Sometimes, he feared that he really was losing control of his strength, but May never gave any complaints; her body just kept squeezing his shaft more and more until she finally came around him. Curling up and latching her fingers to the small of his back, her pink-painted nails digging into his skin, she wept his name and shuddered violently. Please, cum in me! And with her speaking so lewdly, it did not take him long to reach his peak. He was surprised it took so long since it was his first time, but he could thank his spider-power endurance for that.
He gave no coherent announcement of his completion, but he did throw his head back and yell at the ceiling, which was all the proof Aunt May needed. She flexed her inner muscles as best as she could in the aftermath of her orgasm, awaiting the rush of his seed. He erupted like a fountain in side of her, pounding against her one last time with bruising force that jarred her entire body.
She felt the familiar, liquid warmth of semen spreading throughout her lower belly to trigger another, less-ificant orgasm. Someone needs to make me a photoshop of Toht face palming for this sort of situation. Or trying to, at least. Was he suppose to snuggle next to her, or just go to his room and go to sleep and act like everything was normal the next day?