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madman479r · 9 months

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A Spider's Heat

Felicia made her way up to Peter's apartment, it was 1:00 PM and the 22 year old woman hadn't heard anything from her boyfriend all day nor the day before. That wasn't like him at all so Felicia decided to check up on him.

She walked up the various floors of the apartment complex, drawing lustful gazes from those around and outside their rooms. She knew this, after all she picked out her outfit, a pair of sunglasses, a crimson red top that showed off her chest, a small black leather jacket that reached her mid riff with studs on the collar, a choker and tight black tattered jeans that clung to her shapely ass. She knew they would stare, but that's all they got to do, if they tried to touch, they'd lose the appendage.

Only Peter got to touch after all.

Felicia got to Peter's room and knocked on the door.

Nothing.

She knocked again, calling out to Peter. "Peter? You in there?"

Still nothing.

Good thing Peter gave her a key to his room. She unlocked the door and opened the door but it only opened an inch before something stopped it.

"What the-?" Felicia looked through the gap of the door and saw...

"Webs?" Felicia murmured in confusion. Felicia knew of Peter's alter ego, Spider-man, of course she did, he knew she was Black Cat, the pair working together as vigilantes, the most fun she had in her life after all.

But why would Peter web up his door?

Before she could question it any further, Peter's face came up to the gap of the door, surprising Felicia.

"F-Felicia?" Peter questioned.

"Spider, what's wrong?" From the looks of it, he didn't look to good. His face was flush and sweat covered his forehead, his breathing seemed heavy, and there was something in his eyes, something wild that was barely contained.

"N-nothings wrong." Peter lied, Felicia could easily tell, even when he was straight faced and healthy Peter couldn't lie to save his life.

"Really? So why do you look like you ran a triathlon without your powers?" Felicia raised a brow, unimpressed.

Peter seemed to be struggling with something. "L-look, Felicia, I-i-" for a quick second his eyes went towards Felicia's cleavage.

"Fuck." Peter groaned under his breath, and there was a wild, hungry look in his eyes before he quickly shut his eyes and shook his head. "Felicia, you really can't be hear, i-its for your own g-fuck-good." He said before he forced the door closed again.

Felicia stood there perplexed for a minute before huffing. "Does he not realise I was a cat burglar before we started dating?" No webs would stop her.

Felicia cracked open the door and pulled out a spray Peter had made for her, the spray was designed to break and dissolve the webbing so you didn't have to wait an hour for it to dissolve on its own.

Spraying the solvent along the gap, she watched the webs break apart before she opened the door fully, stepping in the room and closing it behind her.

There Peter was, he was sitting on his bed and he looked terrible but strangely enough not sickly. More like he was incredibly hot, his breathing as heavy and top looked drenched in sweat. His head was in his hands and fingers clenched.

He must have not noticed her enter, only adding to how bad this was looking. "Peter?" She called out.

Peter's head shot up, his eyes wide and took in her hourglass body, the same hungry glint came back but Peter jumped to his feet and moved to the corner of his apartment. "F-Felicia! What are you doing here?! Y-you need to get out!"

Felicia stepped closer and crossed her arms, unknowingly emphasising her already incredible bust. "No way, mister. Not until you tell me what's wrong." She said firmly. It didn't matter if Peter had the strength to pick her up and throw her out, nothing would remove her from this room.

Peter tried to fight his urge to move towards her, Felicia could see it, but it seemed as if he couldn't control it, the young woman could see how much effort it was taking him.

He looked around for something, looking desperately for anything that could help. But there was nothing.

There was only Felicia. And unbeknownst to her, that's what was making him lose control.

"It's... It's..." Peter struggled to speak, his breathing growing heavier. Felicia had to admit, this was... Strange, to say the least. Peter was normally very collected and calm, always keeping his head when things went south, even with criminals, this was... New to her.

"What is it?" Felicia stepped closer, getting within a foot of Peter. "Tell me, we can fix it together." She assured him.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Just tell me."

Peter's head turned to Felicia, her voice seeming to calm him, he looked into her eyes and spoke in a soft voice, one that was strained, like he was trying to fight something that was pulling at his insides. "I-it's..." Peter dropped his head in defeat. "Just... sit down please." Peter dropped to bed, not looking at the platinum-blonde.

Felicia figured she was finally getting somewhere and did what he asked, facing towards him as she sat beside her boyfriend. "Now, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

Peter struggled to find his words. "It's... it's well... you know... how the Spider bite altered my DNA."

"Yeah?" Felicia raised a brow, wondering where this was going.

"Well you know how it also made me do spider like habits?"

Felicia nodded. "Yeah, like you said how you like being in the ceiling corners of room, how you tend to stick to the ceilings when your studying or something, or how you prefer warmer temperatures."

"Yes, yes. Well... you know how spiders go into... heat? Well... that's what wrong."

Felicia blinked, wondering if she heard her boyfriend right. "You're... you're in...?"

"Heat, yes!" Peter gritted his teeth for a second, his body fidgeting. "I've been trying to keep myself away from others because I don't think I can control myself and I don’t want to look like a creep or accidentally force myself on some poor woman."

Felicia couldn't help but ask. "Then why not come to me? You know I would help you out."

Peter shook his head. "You know how careful I have to be with my powers, i didn't want to lose control and hurt you." He confessed. Peter managed a look at Felicia and bit his lip. "Just looking at you makes me want to- nrghth!" Peter groaned again.

Felicia looked down at Peter's crotch, it was... obvious what was happening. His jeans had a very obvious outline of his cock, fully erect and hard, like he stuck a rolling pin in his pants in it. Felicia knew it was wrong to find arousal in her boyfriend's situation, but she couldn't help herself. The sight of his hard cock made her shiver in anticipation.

"Oh." Was all Felicia could say, she wanted to say more but nothing came to her mind, just Peter's cock filled her mind.

"F-Felicia, please... go." Peter couldn't look at his girlfriend, afraid to see the look or disgust on her face, seeing how much or a freakish pervert he was. Hearing the bed springs creak as she got up was much louder than it should have been and hearing the door close was like a stab to the heart.

Then he heard the sound of his web shooters being used.

'THWIP!'

'THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!'

Peter looked towards the door where the sound was coming from and saw...

"Felicia?" Peter said in confusion.

Felicia was using his Web shooters to web the door close, like he had done before she came here.

Felicia then casually took off the web shooters and turned towards Peter, looking him dead in the eyes before taking off her jacket and reaching for her top, lifting it over her head and revealing the white bra that was underneath.

Peter's eyes widened as he watched her strip. "Felicia?"

"You didn't think I'd let you deal with this all alone, did you?" Felicia chuckled and tossed the bra aside, not caring where it landed, all that mattered was her bare skin.

Felicia then leaned into Peter, looking him deep in the eyes, her emerald green orbs, looking into his chocolate brown eyes of his, those eyes usually full of life and wonder now full of lust and caution that made her weak at the knees.

"Neither of us have anything to do today so we are going to spend the day fucking until this heat of yours is out of your system. What do you say?" She asked with a sultry voice, giving Peter a seductive smile that would give a priest sinful thoughts.

Peter didn't respond verbally, instead, he gave a growl and pulled her into a searing kiss.

Later

Felicia stared up at the ceiling of Peter's apartment with wide eyes, breathing deeply as she clutched the covers that barely hid her sweaty naked form, the moisture making the sheets cling to her body, the platinum-blonde still coming down from her high. Her body shivered, feeling all the pleasure Peter had just given her, her mind in a daze, her legs numb and pussy sore, she could feel the latest load leaking out and adding to the puddle of cum that stained the bed. "Wow." She gasped out, her mind to frazzled to come up with anything else.

Felicia turned to her lover, an astonished look on her face, her eyes lingering on his form as she tried to catch her breath.

Peter laid beside her, breathing steadily as he slept with a peaceful smile, as if he hadn't simultaneously put all male porn stars to shame and ruined her for other men. The young man's body covered in sweat, hickeys, love bites and lipstick, but his breathing was much calmer and more relaxed than before.

Felicia just looked at Peter with a dumb founded look, still wide eyed. "Wow." She gasped out again, unable to come up with anything else. She couldn't believe it. Peter had just fucked her unlike anything before, it was the best sex she ever had, like his heat made him into an animal.

Felicia looked to the digital clock by the bed and saw it was now 1:00 AM.

"Wow." Felicia couldn't believe they spent nearly 12 hours fucking, only having breaks to eat and rehydrate.

She was amazed she could keep up, but damn, he fucked her like she was just a sex toy and she loved it, they had sex before but Peter was always gentle, especially since he had super strength and didn't want to hurt her but during his heat he was like a completely different person. It was like no matter what she did, how many times they fucked and how many times Peter came, his erection wouldn't stay down. "Wow." She said one last time, a smile on her face as she let herself begin to drift to sleep, snuggling up to her boyfriend, not minding how sweaty he was or the heat radiating from his body, she just wanted to feel him and rest after a day like today.

She knew the rest of today was gonna be sore, but it was worth it.

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beepawz · 6 months

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I made memes based on my Peter Parker/Transformers Earthspark crossover.

PCG stands for “Peter’s Cybertronian Guardian” as I still haven’t decided if it’s gonna be an actual tf cannon character or an oc (if cannon i have no idea who would fit best). Also there’s reference to another crossover idea I had that I’m incorporating in this as well.

Links to other posts:

A Witwicky Fresh Start

Wakanda Cybertronian Refuge Idea

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vadertyrannus · 10 months

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Yesterday for Tomdaya day (the anniversary of them being public) I posted the Peter and MJ section from my Far From Home review as it's own video. For those in the Tomdaya and Spideychelle community who are interested (or anyone else, of course), here you go.

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#spideychelle #peter x mj #peter x michelle #peter parker #michelle jones #spider-man #mcu spider man #Youtube

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sleepy-window · 1 year

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most precious boy in the whole wide world 😚❤️✨

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aaronymous999 · 8 months

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Peter Parker who was taken under the wing of a man who had all the power in the world, and acted as a father figure. Peter Parker who cared and loved his father figure but also felt an immense guilt and mixed feelings about him due to him being the opposite of everything Peter stands for, and on a more meta level, being this universe’s equivalent of Norman Osborn for Peter in a lot of ways- ( Billionaire, Profits off military technology/dangerous weapons that put people in harms way, in some ways could be read as people with a pull yourself up from your bootstraps mentality, and always being focused on the big picture instead of looking out for the little guy. )

When Tony Stark dies, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is expected to take on the mantle of Stark Industries and facing world ending threats just like Tony, but also all the baggage he carried. Peter is gripped with complex feelings on if he even is allowed to be sad- or if he should even be questioning his grief at all, and if questioning his grief makes him a horrible person. Is taking over Stark Industries an extension of his responsibility, or would it be an inherently wrong act?

The MCU missed so many opportunities to play around with Peter’s morality in a context where he exists in the same universe as the Avengers, they do it a bit in No Way Home but not nearly enough! Let Peter have complex moral conflicts and a strict moral code that is challenged! What’s the difference between stopping someone for good by mercifully ending their life, or angrily trying to kill Norman Osborn, a man not always in control of his actions, but who is also in a similar boat as Tony Stark? Are these the same or different? Is killing ever okay, and is encouraging and propping up figures like Tony Stark ever okay?

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typingtipsandtails · 1 year

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Fandom: Spider-Man ( Tom Holland Movies)

Status: in progress

Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm. He knows if he gets too upset he’ll just end up making Peter shut down more. And he wants, no needs, for Peter to just be honest. Tony needs to know whats Peter been through. What extent of trauma he’s had inflicted on him. So Tony can know how badly he needs to torture the man responsible for Peter being hurt. So Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm and not look like he’s ready to strangle the next person who even looks at Peter wrong. He’s trying and failing by the obvious side glances the detective been giving him.

The detective,Ramirez, keeps attempting to get information from Peter. She keeps gently prying, asking questions she already knows the answers too. Were you ever alone with him? Did he ever give you a ride? When was your first interaction with him? Peter just keeps avoiding her gaze and mumbling out denials and no’s. Tony is getting more and more visibly frustrated. He had one arm was around Peters shoulder. A gesture that was meant to be reassuring. The iron like grip he has on the kids shoulder is making the gesture more controlling then reassuring though.

The detective closes the folders in front of her and clears her throat. “You know we’ve been here for awhile now and I’m sure you can use a break from talking,” her smile is forced and strained. “Can I get you-either of you, a drink?” Tony is about to remark how he’d rather continue with the questioning when Peter mutters a yes please. The detective throws him a quick smile and an of course before leaving the room. As soon as the door closes Peter is squirming out of Tony’s grasp. He hunches closer to the table, hands pressed close to his face. As if he’s trying to hide from Tony’s gaze.

“Can we please- can we just go home now please,” whispers Peter. His voice comes out so quiet. So sad. A part of Tony wants to take Peter far away from this place and never make him have to talk about this whole sick ordeal again. To just go back to the compound and never have Peter leave his sights again.

There’s another, larger, part though. The part that’s filled with just anger and images of the pictures and text messages he saw. The part that wants to just draw out all the information from Peter. To hear every detail just so he can know what happened. Because Tony’s mind keeps coming back with more and more disturbing images of what that monster must have done. “Please, can we just go?” The question is said with so much pain in it Tony almost caves in and says yes. But his need for information wins out. “We’re staying.” Tony voice comes out low and angry. The opposite of how the detective been talking with Peter. The opposite of how Pepper or May would be talking to him in this situation. God, he should’ve let Pepper come instead of him. “We’re staying till you tell us everything that happened.” He’s trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. “Nothing happened, please can we just go,” Peter is looking up at Tony with Bambi eyes. Pleading and begging to be taken away from this place. “Can we just go, I -“

“ We’re staying,” this time Tony can’t keep the harshness out of his voice. His frustration and anger leaking out. Peter opens his mouth to beg again but Tony cuts him off. “Don’t- just don’t start.” The anger is refusing to be pushed back down. “We’re staying and you’re going to tell them everything. Understood.” His tone is meant to imply no more debate on the subject. “Why are you being like - why are you so upset?” Peter asks more to himself as he slumps back into his chair. The questions ignites a new wave of anger in Tony. “Are you serious right now, you can’t comprehend why I’m upset?” Peter turns his body away but Tony grabs him by the shoulder and forces Peter to face him. “Do you understand why we’re here? Do you even understand how lucky you are that you’re not dead right now or worse?” Tony asks more forcefully then he intended. Peter just looks down at his hands refusing to answer. Tony knows that he should be more gentle with him. More compassionate, less angry. But all he can think is all the times Peter must have been alone with that monster. How many times he could’ve ended up dead. “You know he was taking advantage of you right?” Peter is shaking now, either form holding back tears or from the tight grip on his shoulders Tony can’t tell. “He doesn’t care about you. He’s just some sick pervert that was using you.” The voice in his head is telling him to calm down but anger is winning over rational.

“He’s not-it wasn’t like that,” Peter quietly responds to the barrage of questions.

“Oh he’s not like that. Is that what he told you,” sarcasm dripping form his voice as Tony responds. “He was using you, he doesn’t love you or care about you all he cares about is his own sick needs.”

“That’s not true,” Peter struggles to keep what little composure he has left. “He cares, he-“

“No he doesn’t care! Stop saying that. Stop thinking that,” Tony remarks back forcefully banging his hand on the table. As if to enunciate his point. “He’s using you and I don’t know how you can’t see it. How can you not understand what he’s doing is abuse? How can you be this stupid?”

The question is met with a hit to the face. “Fuck you,” Peter tries and gets up but Tony just forces him back into his seat. “We’re staying,” Tony is standing, hovering over the small child. You need to calm down. He ignores his own inner voice. Peters looking at him with a mixture of hatred and bitterness. “Just ... just shut up,” Peter voice cracks with tears. “I’m not ... you don’t understand anything,” Peter responds sullenly. Before Tony can give an angry retort back the door opens. Detective Ramirez closely followed by another person walks in the room. Ramirez raises an eyebrow at the scene before her but the other person remains a neutral composed face. “I’m Sgt Miller,I’ll be personally overseeing this case.” She extends a hang out to Tony, one which Tony begrudgingly takes. Her face is free of any signs of displeasure from the obvious contempt in the handshake. “I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you in private Mr. Stark. There’s some matters I’d like to discuss with you seeing as Peter’s legal guardian is unavailable right now.” Tony can’t help but notice the emphasis placed on legal guardian. “If you don’t mind following me to my office, we can discuss the trial in more detail. Detective Ramirez can finish up with Peter in here.” She opens the door and makes a gesture for Tony to follow. Part of him wants to stubbornly insist on staying with Peter. Another part of him can tell by the Sgt. demeanor she won’t be so easy to give into demands. There’s also questions he wants answers too. Questions that he didn’t want Peter to hear. With that Tony gets up to follow the Sgt. Before he goes he gives what he hopes is a gentle caring squeeze to Peters shoulder.

The Sgt office is a mess of files and boxes. The desk is covered with papers and books. Sgt Miller takes a seat at the cluttered desk and still manages to give of an air of authority and professionalism. “Have a seat please Mr. Stark.” Tony takes a seat and waits for the Sgt. to begin. “Can I offer you anything to drink; water, tea, coffee -,”

“I’d rather just talk about the facts of the case.” Tony reply is brusque. He’s too tired and stressed to display his usual charismatic self. “Not a problem,” Sgt. Miller says. “Now we do have the suspect in custody and we’re preparing to officially arraign him by tomorrow evening. -“

“So if he’s in custody why hasn’t he been charged yet,” Tony irritation is evident in the question asked.

“We’d like to make sure we have everything prepared so we can have the strongest case.”

“You have the text messages and pictures what more do you need? It’s an open and shut case. He should be in fucking jail already. Why the hell isn’t he? The anger rising at each question thrown at the Sgt.

Sgt. Miller remains unfazed at the outburst of anger. “Cases like these can be more difficult to prosecute. We just want to make sure we have all the necessary information and evidence we can get to make sure he is prosecuted to the full extent of the law.” She pauses for a moment to judge Tony’s reaction. “It would help us actually a great deal if we can get full access to Peters phone and -“

“No,” it comes out automatically. “ You don’t need it,” Tony replies bluntly.

“With all due respect Mr. Stark,” Sgt Miller smile is now strained, “ it would help us a great deal. In most cases like these usually guardians are willingly to let us access-.”

“Well this isn’t most cases now,” Tony says bitterly. “Like my lawyers explained before,” Tony hates how he’s emphasizing lawyers but he needs to get his point across. “-the phone and laptop were given under the terms of him being an intern at my company. There’s new designs Peter was working on that I’d like to make sure stay out of the public eye.” Tony hates the excuse he’s using. Right now he could care less about his company or his designs for new technology. But he can’t risk Peters secret identity getting out. Even with the case. Thaddeus has supposedly given up on trying to find out Spider-Man identity but Tony still doesn’t want to risk it. He can imagine though how this must make him look to the detectives and police squad. A selfish prick who cares more about his company than putting a monster away.

“Yes my detectives have informed me of the concerns you expressed,” Miller voice still remains neutral, despite her obvious disdain. “I would ask you reconsider though. It would help-“

“The answers no.” Tony making sure to leave no doubt on his stance by his tone of voice. “You’re not getting access.”

Sgt. Miller just stares back at him. Tony can’t tell if she wants to yell at him or hit him. He doesn’t care at this point. He feels tired and even more annoyed than earlier. Regretting listening to his Peppers suggestion about navigating this whole situation the “proper way” and get the police involved. Tony wishes he’d just gone with his original plan and taking care of this whole mess himself.

“I see,” she pauses and takes a deep breath. “It’s getting late, I’m sure you want to get going. We can continue this meeting at another time.” Miller gets up opening the door for Tony. “My detective should be finishing up with Peter right now anyways.” There’s a smile on her face but the tone is no longer neutral. It’s filled with contempt and tiredness. Tony walks out the office not bothering with pleasantries.

He walks to the front. His whole body is shaking. With just a sense of hatred. Hatred at that sick bastard for ever being near Peter , the police for not just throwing that man in jail and himself for involving them in the first place. Tony wants to hit someone, to wreck something, to just have an outlet for his rage.

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The drive back is silent. Peter still refusing to talk to Tony. Peter breathes deeply, shoulders shaking. Trying to hold back his tears. Tony sure if Pepper was here with them that she’d know how to handle this. How to comfort the boy. How to be a parent.

Tony can’t help but feel like a failure. The one thing he wanted to do was to protect Peter. He felt such affection for the boy. As if he was his own flesh and blood. Tony always wanted to be a father. To have a kid of his own to raise. Peter had been like a chance to have one. A chance Tony royally fucked up. While Tony hates with a passion that monster for taking advantage of his Peter, he can’t help but hate himself more. Can’t help but blame himself for pushing Peter away and into the arms of a predator. For missing all the warning signs. For not being there to stop the abuse.

Tony hates himself.

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ordinaryschmuck · 1 year

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Live Action Spider-Mans and their suits

...I have no reason to make this. I just wanted to show off how awesome Spider-Man looks.

#spider-man #spider man #raimi spider man #amazing spider-man #mcu spider man #mcu spider-man

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hawkogurl · 1 year

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“*insert any popular conventionally attractive actor* as Harry Osborn!” shut up. Brennan Lee Mulligan as Harry Osborn.

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He Could Do Your Favorite Harry Scene So Much Better Than It Was Done

(…and he’s a redhead!)

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madman479r · 9 months

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Prompt:

“oh god! PETER!” Felicia moaned, as the boy fingered the older female. “Am I b being too rough, c Cat?”

Tonight, Felicia was feeling extra mischievous as she and Peter done their nightly patrol around New York. It was subtle things she did, like the extra sway of her hips, lowering the zipper of her cat suit, sending flirtatious winks and kisses through the air.

Even posing for him, showing off her hourglass body, sticking out her ass, revealing more of her cleavage, running her hands over her body and making erotic moans as she did so.

Now they finished the night by heading to her pent House home. Felicia entered through the window and was prepared to turn to her boyfriend and rock his world but before she could even take off her suit, she was surprised by a pair of firm hands holding up her arms and her hands were webbed together, and was tethered to the ceiling.

Before she could question this, Felicia felt the same pair of hands cup her breasts from behind. Felicia's breathe hitched, feeling her tits be touched by Peter. He gently kneaded her breasts and used his index and middle finger to tease her nipples through the fabric of the suit, she never wore anything under the suit, completely nude and it excited her. She squirmed, arching her back, feeling Peter's hands fondle her tits and play with her sensitive nubs.

"Mmmm, fuck," Felicia mewled. "Oh my god, Peter, you're really into it tonight."

Peter was uncharacteristically quiet, focused only on Felicia's pleasure.

As though he had enough of playing with her body through leather, Peter snaked his hand under the suit and flesh met flesh

Felicia gasped at the feel of Peter's hands on her soft skin and she whimpered in anticipation as his fingers teased her sensitive pink bud, now squirming and writhing as Peter toyed with her tits.

As much as Felicia loved having her tits be played with, another part of her body demanded attention. Felicia bucked her hips forward, rubbing her ass against his groin feeling his hard erection through their suits.

The low groan Peter gave made Felicia feel a sense of victory, but her smug smile melted into a face of want and need, biting her bottom lip after Peter gave her right tit a firm squeeze.

Felicia could feel her thighs grow wet by her own love juices, she was soaked by this point and Peter hadn't even touched her cunt yet!

Even if Peter couldn't see it, Felicia knew his senses were strong enough to smell her arousal, as evidenced by the deep breathe Peter took though his nose, inhaling and filling his lungs with her aroma.

Felicia knew what she was doing to Peter and felt her cunt twitch, wondering when Peter would tear off her suit and stick his aching cock inside her, thinking it would be any second now.

But Peter did no such thing, instead he continued to tease and touch her breasts, his fingers and palms kneading the pliable flesh.

Felicia gave a needy whine, thrusting her hips forward again, especially when she felt Peter's mouth along her neck. Felicia loved the feel of his lips on her skin, and arched her neck, wanting to feel his teeth bite her flesh.

The loss of Peter's right hand on her breast made Felicia whimper but she realised the hand was now slowly moving down her body. Peter's hand felt like hot coal against her slim stomach, it moved past her naval, over her pelvis and she felt it just over her crotch, only one inch away from her itching clit.

Felicia could feel her legs quiver with anticipation, she needed his touch, craved it!

"Peter, please!" she mewled.

Felicia's begging was silenced by another firm squeeze of her left tit, making her give a moan, muffled by her own lips. Peter continued to play with her body, tracing shapes and letters across her crotch, not letting his fingers stray to her sacred spot.

And, much to Felicia's chagrin, Peter moved his hand to the side of her hips, still under her suit and moved toward her right thigh. Another weak spot of hers.

Felicia gasped, her knees almost gave way, a weak 'Oh God' escaped her lips when Peter's hand caressed her inner thigh. She knew his hand was now slick with her wetness, the same wetness that leaked down her thighs just by his molesting of her body.

Peter continued to fondle her left tit and toy with her right thigh, teasing her sensitive areas, giving them strong grasps and soft rubs. The fingers along her thigh then started moving in a way, almost like he was drawing letters, forming a name on her skin.

"What did I write?" Peter's whispered question wafted over her ear and the meaning was lost to the withering cat burglar.

"W-what?" Felicia stuttered. Fucking stuttered! Felicia Hardy does not stut-

A sharp pinch on her nipple reminded Felicia that she wasn't in charge at the moment. "What did I write?" Peter repeated, voice holding more authority now.

Felicia groaned and whispered. "I don't know."

Felicia felt her breath hitch when Peter's finger started moving again.

It was hard concentrating on what he was spelling out, especially with his other hand and mouth distracting her. He continued to tease and pinch her nipple as he drew the name across her thigh, his touch made her weak and her breath quicken. It was slow, torturous, and she loved every fucking minute of it.

The first letter was 'P'.

Followed by 'E'

'T'

'E'

'R'

'S'

And then his finger stopped, silently telling Felicia she could now answer. "Peter's" She answered and gasped when she felt the tip of Peter's finger at the lips of her pussy, running his digit along them . She nearly came right then and there, but just as quickly as it came, it went away, once again pressing her inner thigh.

"Now you know what your reward is." Peter said against the flesh of her neck. "What am I writing now?" He asked again and moved his finger.

This one was easier because it was shorter.

"Cum." Felicia breathed and screamed in pleasure as she felt her clit be flicked

"And now?" Peter asked, as he drew the last word.

Felicia squeezed her thighs together but felt the word be spelt along her skin. "Dump." She breathed.

"And together that says?" Peter teasingly asked.

Felicia moaned out. "Peter's cum dump."

With that answer, Peter dug his middle and ring fingers deep into her pussy

Felicia felt her body go rigid and her muscles tensed, her mouth was left open in a silent scream as the pressure that had built up over the past few minutes was released and Felicias juices gushed all over Peter's hand, coating his fingers. Her body jerked with every squirt.

If the white haired sex icon thought it was over, she was dead wrong. Peter started to jackhammer his fingers into Felicia's quim, going deep and fast, making the floor wet with her orgasm. Felicia cried out at the onslaught, her muscles tightening around his fingers as her body tensed, unable to move from the web holding her to the ceiling.

"Oh God! Peter!"Felicia moaned as the hero fingered the older woman.

A bite along her neck made her cry out and her cunt gush again, even though her body was already numb from her previous orgasm. The white haired woman couldn't believe how much her body was writhing.

As though he couldn't get enough, Peter dug his fingers deeper into Felicia's cunt.

Felicia gasped, feeling the digits thrust into her and her mouth opened to let out a silent scream. Suddenly she felt her pussy become empty as the fingers exited her pussy.

"N-no. Please, Peter! Don't sto-" Felicia's begging was cut off by the same fingers being inserted into her open mouth and his left hand switched from her breast to her cunt, his fingers running up and down her dripping slit.

Felicia wanted to beg him not to stop, but she was given no time to. Peter pressed his finger against her tongue, as though wanting to forever stained her taste buds with her juices and the fingers in her cunt started moving again, starting slow at first, then quickening until his fingers were jackhammering into her once again.

Felicia's moans were muffled by Peter's finger and her mind was swimming. The cat burglar couldn't believe how much she was loving this, she had never had someone play her body like that before, but she felt so hot, so dirty, so turned on. She felt like a complete slut. Helpless against her hero's molestation of her.

The fingers in her mouth pulled out, but her mouth stayed open, silently begging for something to fill it, a whimper escaping her lips.

With one last deep plunge of his fingers, Peter made Felicia climax once more, the older woman screamed and her cunt gushed again, this orgasm making her whole body convulse and shake. Her knees buckled but the web holding her was the only thing keeping her from dropping to her knees.

Felicia then felt the web holding her loosen and she was being held in Peter's strong arms, her body leaning heavily against him. "Was I being too rough, Cat?" Peter asked gently, his nervous tone back once again, hoping he hadn't pushed her boundaries.

Felicia managed to use all her remaining strength to stand on wobbly legs. She shakingly removed her suit, the leather pooling at her feet as her naked, twitching form moved over to the bed. She fell just before reaching the mattress, her knees dropping onto the white fur rug but leaned on the foot of the bed.

"Felicia!" Peter's worried voice came but before he could move to help her, the platinum-blonde lifted her hips into the air and used her hands to spread he'd cheeks apart, presenting her soaking, twitching pussy and puckered asshole.

"Peter... please..." Felicia looked her her shoulder, looking Peter dead in the eyes, her lust filled orbs meeting his. "Fuck me."

The nervous look fell from Peter's features, replaced with a confident face, one that made Felicia bite her lip once more.

The sight of Peter striding towards her, taking off his suit from his muscular body and his hard cock springing out, pointed right at her was enough to give her an orgasm.

And certainly not the last one she'd have that night either.

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