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Overall, Peter Parker getting temporarily stuck in an alternate universe did have its perks.

For example, that glorious feeling of Captain Peggy Carter squirting a plentiful amount of lube on his bare asshole, slowly working it all over his puckered rosebud before sliding one, then two fingers inside him.

“Fuck, yessss… Thank you… Captain…” Peter managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, as her fingertip slowly and gently massaged his prostate. His cock was already rock hard and quivering with delighted anticipation, which Peggy could see as he lay on his back in front of her, holding his legs up and back, out of her way, so she could have full access to his tight hole.

“You do this so well for me, darling…” Peggy replied, that beautifully authoritative British accent making him shiver as she worked her fingers in and out of him, making sure he was wet enough for her.

She’d always wished she could do this to her darling little Steve before he’d disappeared during the war, but now, in this modern world, she had all the toys she could ever want, and plentiful young men like Peter here to submit to her. After such a long time being looked down upon by men in power, it felt nice to have control.

And especially when the toy she liked most to achieve control and willing submission was her strap-on. Peter lay on her bed entirely naked, a pillow propped under his pelvis to help the angle, but she’d dressed up a bit – perfect flapper hairstyle, perfect red lipstick, glorious muscles on display as much as her glorious 34C breasts, and a custom-made strap-on harness in red, white, and blue – Union Flag colors, rather than Stars and Stripes, of course. And despite being plenty tall enough thanks to the serum, she always liked wearing her boots when standing on the end of a bed to peg a man.

She withdrew her fingers – Peter reacted with a low gasp, and a wanton look that said, in no uncertain terms, please fill me up. And, of course, she would oblige her obedient little soldier, by lining up the tip of her silicon cock with her eager hole, and pushing the head inside.

A moan escaped Peter’s smiling lips, and he closed his eyes tight as she slid in even deeper, slowly beginning to fuck him.

“Good boy…” she whispered, her strong hands gripping his thighs as she amped up her pace.

Peter so desperately wanted to jerk off while she fucked him, but he was, as she said, a good boy, and thus he would resist the urge until she gave him permission.

As if able to read his mind (though he was mostly sure the serum didn’t give her telepathy), she smirked down at him, not once slowing down. Her metabolism and enhanced stamina meant she could fuck him like this for hours, without getting tired or cramping up…

“You want to wank yourself off, don’t you, darling?”

“Yes… Captain… please…”

“You think you’ve been enough of a good boy to earn it?”

“Please, Captain…”

Her pace, her force, her power all amped up, and Peter felt every sensation all the way through his body, up his spine and across his skin. Sure, she had enhanced stamina, but he had enhanced senses – including his sense of touch – meaning every inch of his body, every nerve, felt every bit of pleasure from her expert pounding and her glorious cock, but turned up to eleven.

“Touch yourself, darling… but don’t cum yet…” she said, in her endlessly sultry voice.

Peter obeyed, his right hand stroking his cock, trying to maintain a rhythm that would feel good without pushing him over the line before she gave him permission.

“A touch faster, darling…”

“Yes, Captain…”

“Now… cum for me, darling!”

Peter’s cum shot across his chest and stomach, and he let out a sigh of satisfied relief as she slowed, then carefully withdrew her cock. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, before seeing her throw something towards him on the bed. He picked it up, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Even your cum towels have Union Jacks on them?”

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“We gotta be quick,” Darcy said as she and Peter hurried into the nearest closet. Peter had been called to the Hex to help consult on the physics aspects, but his focus on that task had very quickly been sidelined by Darcy and her impressive… knowledge of particle physics and quantum mechanics.

And her massive tits, of course.

“No time to go all the way, but I think you’ve earned a treat, Spidey…” she continued in between their hurried kisses, their hands all over each other’s bodies, her hands already unbuckling his belt and yanking his jeans down to his ankles while his ass rested against a lower cupboard. In an instant she had his cock in hand, stroking him while kissing his neck, her other hand covering his mouth so his moans of pleasure wouldn’t give them away.

He didn’t know where else to put his hands, except to reach out and grab what was closest – her breasts. She, of course, immediately noticed this, and paused her handjob to hurriedly pull off her black sweater and the band t-shirt underneath, but left her bra on. As per usual, she kept her signature beanie and glasses on too.

“I got an idea,” she whispered, kneeling down and taking her cleavage in hand, guiding them down over his cock – now fully standing at attention – so it was nestled nicely between her tits, and all three remained nestled in her bra. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small container of massage oil, pouring some out and down her cleavage so it made the entire area slick and sensual for his cock.

“You just happened to have that with you?” Peter laughed quietly. The laughs quickly turned to moans and groans as she began moving her tits up and down his length, slowly at first, then faster.

“You never know when you might need to give a big, strong superhero a massage – or a boob job – after a fight,” Darcy replied, ramping up the speed of the friction. “Now hurry up, before Monica or Agent Woo catch us.”

Peter could feel himself already getting close, but the sensations felt so incredible he could barely form words, let alone a well-timed warning before—

“Fuck, Darcy!” he moaned as three pent-up days’ worth of cum shot out of him, splattering across Darcy’s face, particularly coating her glasses and everything south of them, before the next few spurts covered her chin and finally her gloriously oiled-up cleavage.

Peter could only sit back and smile at his masterpiece, while Darcy, initially shocked, smiled and licked the excess cum from around her mouth and from the slit of his cockhead.

“Lucky we’re in a janitor’s closet,” she said, inspecting the damage. “I need a paper towel.”

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Of all the things to happen on a brief excursion to New Asgard, Peter hadn’t expected a midnight tour of a hot spring hidden away in a cave system under the township, accessible only through the basement level of King Valkyrie’s modest home.

They’d only walked for a few minutes before emerging in a large cave, with steamy – but thankfully not boiling hot – water, perfectly clear, in a natural cave pool before them. All around were lamps and lanterns, enchanted with some leftover sparks from Asgard’s eternal flame so they would never burn out.

“Valkyrie… what are you doing?”

Valkyrie slipped her armor off her athletic body, one piece at a time, before glancing back at the still clothed Peter.

“You do swim, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Oh, I swim pretty girl—pretty good, I swim pretty good.”

“You gonna join me then?” Peter didn’t need any further encouragement to hurriedly strip to his underwear, but was even more shocked when she went a step further and left her bra and panties on the rocky shore. “Don’t tell me you wanna get your underwear all wet…” she smiled, encouraging even more as she stepped backwards into the water, one finger inviting him in to join her.

He pulled his underwear down and followed her, and he saw immediately where her eyes were drawn to on him – his cock had wasted no time getting harder than all the volcanic rock surrounding them.

“This place…” he said, admiring the entire view – her included – as he followed her into the water. “Volcanic cave?”

“Norway’s riddled with volcanos – kind of reminds me of Muspelheim,” Valkyrie explained, draping her arms around his body. “Lava flows, burning hot, digging through everything, and leaving tunnels in its wake, until it reaches the sea and cools to solid rock.”

She lowered her left hand down to his own, and guided his eager young hand between her legs. “By virtue of Asgardian magic, it’s also incredibly clean water… So don’t worry, it’ll purify itself after we’ve both finished…”

Peter was young, just past eighteen, but thankfully not inexperienced, and thanks to the clear water, he could see exactly what he was doing with his nimble fingers and thumb, making Valkyrie moan against his neck as she held him closer. Her own left hand wrapped around his cock, the water splashing gently as she began to stroke him up and down.

Valkyrie left a trail of kisses up his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and his lips, slowly increasing the speed of her wrist motions with each carefully planted kiss.

Not to be outdone, he responded in kind, knowing that a kiss against the side of her neck, in the perfect spot, drove her crazy – a trick he knew still worked when she let out a moan.

She, just as competitive, responded with a soft but playfully possessive bite into his neck. He’d be marked by her – a hickey, nothing too bad – but he didn’t mind one bit. Instead, it drove him over the edge, and he audibly gasped as he came into the clear water. Valkyrie wasn’t far behind, her forehead against his now as she screamed “Fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

They stayed together, like that, floating in the warm waters, holding each other close, for a long while. Just below his view, Peter noticed a dim pinkish light, and looked down – his cum, previously floating in the water, had briefly twinkled with light, then fizzled out of existence until the water was completely clear once again.

“So that’s what it looks like when magic water ‘purifies’ itself.” They couldn’t help but laugh.

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Even with all the light pollution, Central Park at midnight still had some exceptional views of the stars. Especially when snuggled up together in a giant spider web between a few tall trees.

But MJ wasn’t looking at the night sky. She was, instead, looking up at the untold pleasures radiating from Peter’s face as he lay back, legs in the air, while she licked and tongued his asshole from between his thighs. (They were both, thankfully, well positioned and had firm grips on the sticky webs so they weren’t at risk of a nasty fall – though Peter, of course, would have caught her.) While her left hand held tight onto the web, her right worked his shaft up and down, giving him double the stimulation.

Neither had known how pleasurable eating ass would be prior to them trying it for the first time, but now MJ was voracious, obsessed with the taste of his tight hole and how much his muscles clenched in ecstatic response to her every wet lick. Now, it had become as much a standard of their sex life as regular old oral or cowgirl. Of course, Peter, being a submissive and eager boyfriend, delved his own tongue inside both of MJ’s holes as much as possible too on other nights, particularly enjoying lying back on his bed and letting her sit on his face…

But, for tonight, MJ had been in a pleasure dom mood and wanted him to feel unrestrained and overloaded with pleasure. And she’d devoured his ass enough times to know the tell-tale moans he’d let out as his climax approached, and happily positioned her face so that when he let out that final, gasping “Fuck,” her face from forehead to chin and all across her tongue was covered in his cum.

She much preferred the sensation of that on her skin than his web fluid.

She crawled up the web and lay back next to him. “Hope nobody saw us,” she giggled, knowing full well how turned on they both were at the thought of being caught like this.

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“Kneel.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good boy.”

Peter kneeled on the floor of Carol’s ship, which floated gently in controlled orbit around Earth’s moon. She’d flown down and picked him up from Avengers HQ, using the excuse that the two of them would monitor any extraterrestrial threats from high up in the sky, but by now, everyone on the team knew (or, at least, had guessed correctly) that Carol and Peter had been hooking up for months. This was, in no small part, due to the fact that Peter was also hooking up with most if not all of the female heroes on the team (with the full knowledge and permission of Carol, MJ, and every other woman).

MJ was his girlfriend, and his partner. In all likelihood (assuming his notoriously bad “Parker Luck” didn’t do anything to get in the way, knock on wood), Peter and MJ’s relationship would continue strong for a long, long time. He’d envisioned them marrying, having kids – whether or not he could continue being Spider-Man after that, he had no way of knowing. He just knew that he loved MJ, and their relationship being open did nothing to dampen those feelings of love.

Carol was his domme. Carol was the first person, even before he and MJ had truly gotten together, who had dominated him in bed, who had unlocked that submissive, kinky, and truly sex-positive part of him. Their connection was one of a different kind of love, even though theirs was a relationship of sexuality, companionship, experimentation, trust, and super heroics, rather than one based on romance.

So, she told him to kneel, and he obeyed. Because he was, of course, a good boy. And she was his Captain – an honorific that had stuck far better than “mistress” or “master” or madam.” He would gladly follow her into battle against any number of alien invaders or cosmic threats, and he trusted her with his life and his entire body.

And, in the same vein, she trusted him. She trusted him to know his limits, and hers, and to communicate them openly and honestly. Safety, sanity, and consent – the three pillars of anything kinky – though, of course, given they were both superheroes and could both easily tank a direct hit from a semi-truck or a killer robot with barely a scratch, they could push the bounds of “safety” a little further than with any of their more human and vulnerable partners.

He was naked, a natural state of being when around her – when the two were alone, they rarely wore any clothes anymore, both basking in each other’s natural, naked beauty and toned, athletic, superheroic builds.

“Hey, Peter Parker, I’ve got something for you,” she said, reaching into a desk drawer to pull something out. She hid it behind her back as she approached his reverential form.

“Is it a new pickup line, Captain? You’ve used that one before,” he joked, cheeky.

“Don’t be such a bratty sub, Spidey,” she replied, smiling so he knew he wasn’t in trouble for the joke. “It’s a gift… to show how far we’ve come.”

She revealed it, and Peter smiled immediately with recognition – a collar, red and blue and trimmed with gold details, and in place of a lock, a dangling gold pendent, depicting a small spider symbol encased in Carol’s signature eight-point star. The collar was all his, and showed definitively that he was, at least symbolically, all hers.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very much so, Captain.”

“You want to wear it?”

“Very much so, Captain.”

It was alien tech, soft and supple like leather, yet it seemed to open and close around his neck without a single visible seam, and instantaneously adjust to the right size so as to be snugly fitted without being too tight.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, Peter…” she said, standing directly over him, looking down at him as he kneeled and looked up at her. He would happily worship on his knees for her, twenty-four seven, if at all possible. She was the most powerful woman on Earth – possible in the entire Solar System, with the power to fight mad titans and restore light to dying stars…

And she’d chosen him.

Her friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

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“Stand up.”

And Peter stood, as ordered.

Jessica Jones wasn’t the type to ask twice. She didn’t rim him, suck him off, kiss or coddle him. Their dynamic (as consensually agreed to) was one of service – he serviced her, he provided her pleasure.

If she told him to lie down, he did so, and she’d happily sit on his face and otherwise ignore him while getting investigative work done. If she told him to fuck her, she was precise – exact pace, exact rhythm, exact power, like turning a dial on a fucking machine so that he’d make her cum – and if he dared cum before her… Punishment.

Of course, she rewarded him with punishments too – the fun kind. Given her super-strength, she was one of the few who could actually spank him and leave a satisfying red mark.

But today, she wanted something different. She’d bought him a gift – his thoughts immediately returning to Carol’s collar – and thus she told him to stand still – and stay soft – as she put it on him.

A dark purple chastity cage, to impede any erections and prevent him from jerking off or getting any relief.

“You like it?”

“Yes, mistress…” he said, shuddering with delight as the feeling of restriction. She trailed a fingertip under his scrotum and along the few exposed sections of his shaft, breathing hot and heavy against his neck, absolutely loving that she could turn him on like this, knowing he could possibly do a thing about it (unless, of course, he uttered their safe word – “arachnid”).

“Now, this is your first time, so I’m gonna go easy on you… three hours, no relief. If you’re good. If not, you might get another three…”

“Yes, mistress…”

“And?” She punctuated her sharp one-word question with a hard slap across his backside.

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Good, bug boy. Now… I’ve got about five hundred goddamn files to work through. Financial fraud case. So, you go kneel under my desk, and get ready to keep me entertained through all of that.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She smiled, just for a moment, and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.” She smiled again when she glanced down and saw a drop of pre-cum leaked through the cage and drip onto the floor. “You’re cleaning that up.”

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“Are you comfortable?” Wanda asked, standing next to him.

Peter was laid out on a massage table in Wanda’s sizeable ensuite bathroom – she’d had her whole Westview house remodeled after the Hex situation (and the town) had calmed down – facing down through the comfortable face hole, completely naked… apart from a damp towel protecting his nethers, and another draped over the top half of his face to protect his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s surprisingly comfy once you get used to it on here,” he replied. Beneath them both on the floor was a spare white bedsheet – an old one, ready to be thrown out anyway – for any mess.

“I really do appreciate your help with this, Peter,” she continued, snapping her fingers to make her full Scarlet Witch outfit appear – with some sexy adjustments, of course, such as her exposed breasts and a distinct lack of crotch covering. “It’s so hard finding willing participants for wax glyph practice these days… and Vision, bless him, was all artificial skin, so it never quite worked on him, much as he loved helping me out with these things.”

“I didn’t even know wax glyph magic was a thing,” Peter said. “I know you told me about just regular glyphs before, runes, mandalas, all that…”

“Oh, wax had a big uptick in the seventies, but most witches use spell books and finger movements the same way most sorcerers just use sling rings – convenience. But I like having a wide range of spells on hand, just in case. Of course, I doubt I’ll be doing this specific style of magic next time we fight a threat as big as Thanos, but mostly it’s a fun excuse to wear something sexy and do magic with a cute little sub like you, Pete.”

He smiled appreciatively, and she kissed his forehead through the mask, taking half a second to massage his nipple as a bonus.

Wanda turned to her sink, where she’d arranged a line of candles – all soy, and free of fragrances or dyes, with a safely low melting point – for tonight’s endeavor. Next to the candles, of course, she had a ready set first aid kit and a bottle of cold water in case of any burns.

With the snap of her fingers, a single orange flame sprouted from her index fingertip, as if from a little cigarette lighter.

With her other hand, she then picked up a candle and lit the wick, letting the wax begin to just melt. She held it above Peter’s torso, exactly two feet of distance between them – too close, and the wax would still be burning hot. Too far away, and aiming became a lot harder, as did splash risk.

She tilted the candle, very gently, over his chest, and let the wax drip… drip… drip down onto his skin.

Peter was tougher than most, of course, but even still, the sensation was clear as day – pinpricks of intense heat for a second each time as they landed… then relief only a moment later as the dots of wax cooled and hardened against his skin. It felt exciting, more intense that any prior impact or sensation play he’d done before, like dancing close to danger, but never once did his spider-sense set off. He trusted Wanda completely.

Wanda never once took her eyes off Pete’s body, except to glance at his facial expressions and check – both visually and by asking him directly – if he was still okay. They’d also agreed on their safe word beforehand as well: “paprika.”

As expected, before long there was a visible tent beneath his lower towel, and Wanda teased him by running gentle fingertips (having turned off the little fire spell by then, of course) along his shaft and teasing around his inner thighs.

He heard the flickering little flame hiss as she extinguished it, and she smiled down at him as she removed the towel over his eyes.

“All done – wanna see?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. She turned away for a moment and picked up two hand mirrors, positioning them so he could see his own torso in the reflection: Wanda had carefully positioned each fallen dot of wax so they collectively formed a circle with a simple pattern within of two triangles, a smaller circle, and crossed lines. Wanda gently tapped the wax circle, and it glowed a gentle icy blue, immediately sending a nice cooling sensation across Peter’s body, like temperature play going the opposite direction they’d just tried.

“Cool?”

“Very cool… but you’re incredibly hot,” Peter replied, smirking.

Wanda poked out her tongue at him, teasing, then added: “Another bad pun like that and I’ll find a more intense candle to inflict upon you.”

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Peter knelt, collar around his neck, not one of leather or chain, but inky black magic, summoned from Hela’s own fingertips.

“Lower,” Hela commanded, directing a finger downwards. Peter bent at the waist, prostrate and worshipful. Hela positioned her boots directly in front of his face – made of the same magical inky black as the rest of her armor and weapons, with razor sharp high heels.

“Kiss them,” she commanded, and he did, his lips lucky to be given permission to grace the tip of her boots – first left, then right.

“Lick.” He obeyed, his tongue running across the (mercifully clean) sole of her left boot as she held it up for him, his tongue then hazardously running along the sharp heel. He obeyed, and repeated for the other.

She waved her hand, and the material of both boots disappeared.

“Again,” she said, smirking down at him. He obeyed his lips leaving a trail of kisses across the tops and bottoms of her now bare feet.

“Good slave…” she purred, tugging on the obsidian chain attached to his collar, thus pulling his face closer and between her thighs, whereupon his tongue immediately set to work pleasuring her, as she sat comfortably on the throne of Asgard, one leg up on the armrest so her legs were spread wide.

Peter obeyed, and licked, feeling her long black nails running through his dark brown hair and across his scalp, holding his face against her pussy, forcing his tongue against her godly clit.

“You do this so well, slave…” He was her slave, her pet, her toy, her living fuck machine, existing solely to please her when she demanded it. When not in use, he sat in silence, sleeping in a cage in her royal chambers, at the end of her bed.

His tongue circled her clit, bringing gasps out of her. More than anything, she had spared him because, unlike so many mortals, he possessed the strength to truly pleasure a goddess.

She gripped a handful of his hair tighter, holding his face closer, grinding her cunt against his tongue and lips, the other hand crushing the Asgardian gold of the throne’s armrest under her ecstatic grip, her moans echoing through the otherwise empty great hall of the palace. She wrapped her legs around his head, her feet pressing against the back of his head to keep his hard-working tongue in place, not letting him relent or pause for even a second.

Her eyes lit up a fiery green as she came, squirting a heavenly orgasm down his throat and across his lips, dripping down onto the marble floor.

Taking barely a moment to compose herself after being shaken to the core by his expert tongue, she placed one foot atop his head and pushed him back down so his face lay in the puddle of squirt on the floor.

“Lick.”