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2-fast-2-curious · 1 year

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I posted 10,906 times in 2022

That's 7,427 more posts than 2021!

859 posts created (8%)

10,047 posts reblogged (92%)

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@libraryofloveletters

@bmwsv

@lovelytsunoda

@captainsbestgal

@anyataylorjoyworlddomination

I tagged 886 of my posts in 2022

#christine recommends audios - 518 posts

#anonymous - 199 posts

#formula 1 x reader - 198 posts

#formula 1 smut - 168 posts

#f1 smut - 155 posts

#formula 1 x you - 151 posts

#smut - 146 posts

#f1 imagines - 133 posts

#f1 one shot - 98 posts

#audios - 74 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#seb can get a sewing kit i can see him getting really into fixing buttons for his kids clothes or hemming his own pants or patching clothes

My Top Posts in 2022:

I absolutely loved the NSFW Alphabet we need more of Peter being obsessed with tits it's my new favorite concept 😔

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Shout out to @lipstickbisous because I’m pretty sure that’s how this thought is living in our minds rent- free

https://lipstickbisous.tumblr.com/post/671766820773101568/ok-so-this-is-a-stretch-but-that-gif-of-peter-face

Also I’m using a MCU Peter GIF because I feel bad for neglecting him. I put the dirty stuff under the cut. I feel like I could write 15K words about this. Peter has his subby moments in this.

Peter noticed them before he ever got to see you bare

But that's a bit and pervy and Peter's taking that with him to the grave

The way your clothes draped over them or how your cleavage looked when you pushed your arms together

Sometimes your shirt would slip off your shoulder and Peter could see your bra strap and even that would get his imagination going

If you’re messy like me sometimes Peter would come over to your room and just see your bra all over the place

Hanging off the side of your hamper, on the floor, partially sticking out of your drawers

The way you treat these very important apparatus makes him think you wouldn’t miss it if one of them happened to go missing

But Peter’s a nice boy so he’s totally not going to steal one to use when he jacks off

However, he’s not exactly subtle so once you get together you gift him a bra or two like one with a pokey underwire or one where the padding has gotten lumpy

Like I said, Peter’s not subtle so it was apparent from the start that Peter loves your tits

During the heavy petting phase, you noticed how his hands love to squeeze your chest while he makes out with you so you started wearing an unpadded bra so you could feel his hands better and he could feel your tits

When clothes started being removed Peter was very eager

As soon as he took off your shirt and bra he started attaching his mouth to your chest while he was still fully dressed

Flipped you over so you were on top and he could smother his face in your breasts

One day Peter would love to get you off by only stimulating your breasts

But right now he’ll love sucking marks and flicking his tongue against your nipples while you buck your hips and beg him for his cock

He gets you nipple clamps so your nipples are extra sensitive and Peter can be the one who relieves you from this torture

In the beginning, maybe he texts you to put them on when he’s a couple blocks away and slowly builds up your tolerance so you can keep them on for him until he comes back from patrol

During sex Peter loves having you on your back so his hands have full access to your breasts

He’ll push them together and you can basically hear the gears in his head turning

“Babe, it would be so hot if you fucked my tits“

Peter almost came as soon as his hard cock was enveloped in the softness of your boobs

Peter also loves when you ride him

Of fucking course he loves watching the way your tits bounce

But even when you’re on top sometimes Peter can’t resist and grips your hips to hold you up and fucks into you so your tits can bounce wildly

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1,110 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

NSFW Alphabet for Spider-Man/Peter Parker

AN: Had TASM!Peter Parker in mind for these but y’all know how much I love Tom

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The cuddliest boy, gives you smooches while you play with his hair. Carries you to the bathroom and makes you a snack while you do whatever you need to do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of you is your breasts because it’s where you’re heart is. His spidey-sense does allow him to hear your heartbeat normally but when he’s right up against you it’s incredibly soothing. IDK what to say he just loves them. Loves squeezing, licking, and biting them. They’re so soft and lovely, when he comes home from a cold evening patrol, nothing feels better than warming his face on your chest. Of course, inevitably his mouth starts feeling too empty so it doesn’t take long for your tits to end up in his mouth and he might just fall asleep like that.

His favourite part of himself is his arms because that’s what he uses to hold himself up when he’s on top of you. He sees the hungry way you look at him when he pulls himself up onto a building. He loves how his arms allow you to hold you and keep you safe and close to him. One of his favourite ways to wake up is having you tracing patterns in his arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The spider bite didn’t impact the amount, texture, or taste of his cum. We’ll just into this more during stamina but he’s got an almost non-existent refractory period and can fill you up with him cum again as many times as you’ll let him. Peter loves seeing his cum on you, on your back, face or tits and even though it can be messier he doesn’t mind helping you clean it up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay so Peter thinks it would be hot to rescue you, kill/incapacitate the villain and then take you against the wall while they’re still laying there. Sorry this is very unhinged of me.

But yeah Peter’s adrenaline would be all amped up from fighting the villain and winning, He sees you tied up in the corner of the abandoned warehouse and doesn’t bother taking off the restraints before undressing the necessary parts and having sex with you. He’s rougher than usual but still tells you how happy he is he was able to save you and tells you to moan extra loud so everyone can hear how good he fucks you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a studious boy so he knows things and even has had some practical experience but not a ton. Of course, each partner is different so Peter makes sure to learn all the things you like and don’t and some might say his heightened intuition helps with that too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Peter’s pretty tame, he likes missionary. He likes how he’s able to kiss you and look into your eyes as he gives you pleasure, loves how much skin to skin contact there is, loves how he can give you a particularly hard thrust he can feel your hard nipples grazing his chest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter is a comedy of errors but this never kills the mood. He’s goofy and is sure to make you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

With everything going on in Peter’s life he doesn’t really have time to manscape that much. He does keep everything tamed so it’s comfortable for you when you’re down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Peter is pretty romantic. He makes sure to always let you know how much you mean to him. On special occasions he’ll light candles and buy flowers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Peter is stressed the eff out all the time and nothing eases his mind better than an orgasm. But he needs this so often that he feels bad for bothering you with this.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Peter loves photos. Nothing brightens his spirits like getting a new one of you. It can something cute like your face or something dirty like photos of you waiting for him with your new lingerie on. When he has time he loves taking out his phone and going through ones that he’s taken of you and yes he has a private folder of ones that are more x-rated.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outdoors with a killer view of the city. I mean Peter did say his favourite place to think was the Empire State Building so just imagine him taking you up to the observation deck when it’s closed to the public and pressing you against one of those glass panels as he takes you from behind. Whispering all that good stuff in your ear about how hot it is you’re letting the whole city see what a slut you are for Spider-man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, anything you do. You could be sticking your tongue out while your read or licking your fingers after finishing a sandwich and Peter’s ready to take you right there on the couch.

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1,335 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

1,706 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

I Know You Wanna Go to Heaven But You’re Human Tonight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband and forever Valentine, Matt Murdock is working too much. You surprise him at the office but you’re the one who’s going to be in for a surprise.

Warnings: Office sex, Breeding kink, Matt talks a lot and it’s dirty, unprotected sex, pregnancy talk, discussion of contraceptives, discussions of fertility struggles, barely any clothes are taken off, IDK anything about Catholicism and that might show with the way they talk about the wedding and birth control.

A/N: For all my lovely readers, you’re all my valentines today. I feel like I haven’t written something this filthy in a while but I had to try super hard since it’s for @princessphilly breeding kink challenge. Also usually I write a whole thing at once but I kept getting too turned on and had to take so many breaks because I was getting too worked up. I was an idiot and starting writing this without even checking if it was eligible but it is because its Marvel and that’s the ship I will be dying on. Also I doubt I’ll be able to finish the series before Netflix takes it off.

You had been running errands around town for most of the day but you really missed Matt and wanted to check in on him. You knew how sometimes he forgot to take care of himself when he got wrapped up in a case.

“Hey, babe. Just wanted to drop by and keep you company.” You leaned over the desk to give Matt a kiss and it still made your heart race every time he rested his fingers on your jaw.

You described each item as you unpacked your bag. “Here’s an order of pasta from our favourite place, tomato basil arancini, a salad with burrata, figs and prosciutto. I also got us some San Pellegrino. I would’ve gotten us wine but it’s a bit early for that.”

“How many people were you planning to feed?” Matt asked as you filled his entire desk with food.

“Okay, I admit, I originally had gone to Eataly in Flatiron to pick up some accoutrements for our meal and I got carried away.”

“We also have a new set of ravioli stamps so that’s what we’re doing next weekend.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Murdock.” Matt loved calling you that and you loved it when he did. You loved belonging to him in every sense.

“I promise I’ll try not to distract you too much, I just wanted to be close to you.” You took out a thick binder from your bag and sat down on one of the chairs on the opposite side of Matt’s large wooden desk. You had picked it up this morning by your friend, Stella. She was tired of waiting for the ‘right’ partner and decided she wanted to have a child by herself.

Matt’s ears picked up on the sound of you putting the binder down on his desk. It was too heavy to be a novel or a notebook. “What is that?”

“Stella gave it to me, she’s in the final stages of choosing a sperm donor and she wants a second opinion.” You now had Matt’s full attention.

“Well, you do have excellent taste in men.” Matt punctuated his statement with a smirk.

“You think you’re joking but you should consider selling your sperm if this whole lawyer thing doesn’t work or if we never need extra money.” Who were you kidding, you lived in New York City, you always needed extra money. “I feel like every person in the book is just you but described by a different person.”

“Care to elaborate?” Matt seeming to have forgotten about the case he was working on.

“Smart”

“Ridiculously fast reflexes”

“Funny”

“Ivy-league educated”

“Good physique”

“Beautiful eyes”

“Strong moral compass”

“Athletic”

“Honest”

“Good mouth shape”

“Owns his own business”

“Very observant”

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2,093 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

do you have a master list of all the audios? i need one place to find them all 😩

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Albon - Ocon

Perez-Zhou

Male Listener Audios More Male Listener Audios

Alex Albon

[M4F] [Script Offer] Early Morning With Your BF

[M4F] Be My Good Girl?

Fernando Alonso

noche de lluvia

buen-dia-amor

[M4F] Déjame ayudarte a dormir

Marcus Armstrong

A Soft Morning at the Beach [M4F]

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

Teaching you how to drive stick

Exhibitionist in front of the window

[M4F] Flatmates [painting]

[M4F][Script Fill] All Wrapped up

Peter Bonnington

[M4F] [Script Fill] Laundry Day

[F4M] Thanks for a Great Race, Wanna Fuck?

Valterri Bottas

[M4F] You Love It When I Put On A Suit, Don’t You?

Jenson Button

[M4F] Breakfast In Bed

Perfect The Way You Are.

I talk about going down on you

Nyck De Vries

[M4A] [Ramblefap] I have to start with something...

[M4F] I'd say it was a pleasure but...

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2,112 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

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dylobilysmomg · 2 years

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Peter Parker Fic Recs

𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 !

𝗵𝗲𝘆! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 , 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀!

cuddled up on the couch (req) - @deathbyathousandspiders

‘there’s only one bed’ trope (req) - @helloheyhihowdyheya

blown (req) - @lipstickbisous

loopy reader (req) - @luveline

4 am - @peterbenjiparker

happy birthday - @tasmparkerr

the baby assignment - @vendettaparker

peter x reader fluff (req) - @webslingingslasher

#peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #andrew garfield #tom holland #fic recs #fic rec

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nony-bear · 2 years

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i’m sorry that you’re not feeling well, especially on your bday :( but happy birthday anyway!! this is your special day so make sure to treat yourself however you’d like 🤍

Hi thank so much for your support I really appreciate it I’m trying to make the most out of it so thank you 💖 sending you lots of love and thanks 💖

#nony bear answers #lipstickbisous #tw #tw med¡c@l #med¡c@l #tw covid #covid #tw birthday

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starryevermore · 2 years

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hey angel! for your writing challenge, i would love to do how do you say "fuck you" in flowers? on the sixth floor with steve rogers? this was so hard to pick but i'm so excited to write it <3

oh my god this already sounds like it’s going to be amazing! 😍 i can’t wait to read it!

#welcometoangstcitywritingchallenge #starryevermore3kwritingchallenge #signed sealed delivered #angst city™ residents #lipstickbisous

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Glad You’re Home (TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader)

Summary: You’ve known Miles Morales for years. You knew high school would be an interesting time for him. What you didn’t know was that would involve him becoming Spider-Man’s protégé. Nor did you know it would involve him bringing an injured Spider-Man to your apartment one night for you to take care of.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of injuries, hint of angst, mild sexual innuendos and lots of flirting. Reader also has a nickname. Set after No Way Home. Reader and Peter are in their 20s (post college).

Notes: I haven’t written in literal years, but couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Shoutout to @lipstickbisous for inspiring me to write the fluff you want to see in the world. 5.5K words later and here we are.

Part two is up! As is part three!

You were beginning to prep dinner when you got his text.

MM: Hey, you home?

Yeah. Why?

MM: Need your help. Be outside in 5.

You gulped. Ever since Miles told you that he was working with Spider-Man, you had been worried for him. You couldn’t help it-you’ve known the kid since he was four. He was the first person in the apartment building to greet you when you moved in. You still had his ‘Welcome’ card on your fridge. You babysat him, watched him grow up, even offered to pick him up when his parents were busy with work. His mom joked a few times that they should include you in their annual Christmas card.

So, you knew that once he entered high school, it wouldn’t be the easiest. As much as you tried not to think about it, a decade later you still remembered how awkward things were in high school. You didn’t want to be overbearing, but you let him know that he could always talk to you about anything.

You thought ‘anything’ would be about crushes, bullies, classes, or annoying teachers. Maybe a puberty question or two. Not ‘I got bit by a radioactive spider, now I have these superhuman abilities, also Spider-Man is teaching me how to be a hero and now I’m helping him save New York City’.

Nope, you were not expecting that one. Though it did explain why he had started coming home late at night, injured, and bruised over the last few months. You always offered to fix him up, which he always took you up on since you didn’t ask as many questions as his parents.

After proving it to you-which involved him swinging you around through the city-you promised not to tell anyone.

“I won’t tell a soul. Promise. But tell that Spider-Man he needs to do a better job keeping you safe. You’re just a kid,” You told Miles, your protective side coming out. There was a reason his mother teased that Miles just had one dad, but ‘tiene dos madres’.

Miles rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell him that. Any other message you want me to pass along to him? I can also tell him you’re single and-”

“Are you seriously trying to set me up with Spider-Man? Really Miles?” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“I mean, at this point your options are friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Mrs. Daniels’ great-nephew, or the Amazon guy that delivers packages to Mr. Lee.” You laughed. Ever since your last relationship ended two years ago, it seemed your whole apartment was desperate to get you a date.

“Wow, such wonderful options. How can I possibly choose?” You both laughed.

Usually, he didn’t text you ahead of time. He tended to just show up outside your window. So, for him to text you meant something was wrong. Very wrong. You couldn’t help but pour more wine into your glass. If he was seriously injured, he probably wouldn’t have texted you. So why was he asking you? What had happened?

The tapping outside your window startled you. You looked up, relieved to see Miles standing outside the fire escape, appearing to be in pretty good shape.

Your eyes widen when you realized he wasn’t alone. He was holding someone. Someone dressed in a red and blue suit with cuts and tears that you could see from across your apartment.

Holy shit. You knew Miles was working with him (he made you well aware of that). You just never thought Miles would actually bring Spider-Man to your apartment.

You needed more wine.

You chugged the remaining liquid in your glass before running over to your window. You could see Miles rolling his eyes at your action, but you didn’t care. You knew it would help you keep your cool.

Upon arriving to your window, your theory was confirmed.

“Miles, is-is that-“You pointed to the person in Miles’ arm, whose head was down. He still had the mask on, although it had several noticeable tears.

Miles nodded, “He’s really hurt and your apartment is much closer than his place,” His voice dropped to a whisper, “You also have a better first aid kit.”

The body let out a groan, “Where are we?” He mumbled, barely lifting his head. You were caught off guard with how deep the voice was. Also, it sounded like he was from Queens? Who knew.

“We are going to get you taken care of, Bud,” Miles told him.

“Really Miles? You know I’m not an actual nurse, right?” You whispered to your neighbor.

“Well he’s stubborn and refuses to go see a real one, so you’re the next best thing! And like I said, your apartment is much closer.”

“We live in the same building!” You glared.

“Yes, but if I brought an injured white man to my home, my parents would freak out.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Wait, this isn’t my apartment,” the hero muttered. It took everything in you not to laugh at the remark.

“Alright, bring the guy in.” You said, opening the window all the way. Miles motioned towards the limp Spider-Man, who was about halfway through your window. You grabbed his legs so Miles wasn’t the only one carrying him.

“You’re so lucky I haven’t removed that towel on my couch from the last time I patched you up,” You told him. You had worked hard to be able to own nice furniture that wasn’t purchased off of Craiglists and you’ll be damned if Spider-Man got blood on it.

“Where the hell am I?” The spandex clad hero mumbled, trying to lift his head up.

“Just take it easy Tiger,” You told him, unsure if he could even hear you. You and Miles gently laid him down on the couch.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit,” Miles said, running to your kitchen. You were thankful that you splurged and got the premium version a few weeks ago.

As Miles went through your cabinet, you looked down to inspect the guy on your couch. It was clear why Miles brought him over. The guy looked like he had been through hell and back. He had several gashes on his torn suit, a mix of dried and fresh blood on the wounds. You were also certain there was gravel mixed into the wounds on his torso. You could also see dried blood on his face-at least on the cuts that had partially opened his mask.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to him?” You asked Miles, running a hand through your hair.

“Pushed me out of the way, which caused him to be the one to be pushed through not one, not two, but three walls.” Miles explained. You immediately thought back to what you had told Miles a month ago. He needs to do a better job keeping you safe. Whether Miles relayed that exact message to him or not, the superhero had done just that.

“I-I’m fine,” the hero grunted out, trying to sit up. You could tell he was in great pain, that it hurt to move his own body.

“You,” You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back down, “Need to lay down. You are clearly not fine. You’re the opposite of ‘fine’ right now.” He tried to push back against your hands, which you could tell was quite the struggle based on the hiss he let out.

“M’am, I-I appreciate your help, but I shouldn’t be here. It’s putting you in danger-“

“I already know one bug boy who regularly visits here, I doubt having two in my apartment is going to do anything besides increasing my heart rate. Now lay down.” You ordered. You didn’t have time for this. You were planning to have a nice evening that consisted of eating pasta, drinking wine, and watching the latest show on Netflix. Not become the nurse to New York’s favorite web-slinging hero.

“Yeah man, she’s not going to let you walk out of here looking like that,” Miles commented to him.

“I heal really fast. By tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine,” He argued.

“No! You have multiple wounds that need to be patched up so you don’t bleed out. From the looks of it, you also have some debris in a few of these cuts that need to be taken out as soon as possible so you don’t get an infection and you know, loose a limb or die.” You argued back. Why was he so stubborn, so adverse to the idea of someone helping him out?

“Look, this isn’t even my worse injury. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be able to swing back to my place-”

“So what’s Spider-Man like?” You asked Miles.

“Peter’s really nice. Don’t tell him I told you his name though, he would flip. Incredibly smart, like it’s insane. His web shooters? He made those himself! But he tends to keep to himself. I keep telling him he needs to get out more. Not as Spider-Man, but as…well, himself.”

“Well, I guess Spider-Man and I have that in common. Who would have thought?”

“Not exactly. You may be stubborn, but you’ll accept help and talk to people. He tends to just…keep himself in. Don’t tell him I said any of this,” Miles quickly added.

You laughed, “I won’t. I mean, I can’t, considering I don’t know the guy.”

“I can change that,” Miles said, a gleam in his eyes.

“I’m good but thanks though.”

“I’m helping you, okay? You’re hurt and need help. It’s also the least I can do to thank you, since you kept my favorite babysitting client safe,” Your voice softened, “We’ll clean and patch you up, give you some food, and then you can go home, deal?”

It was hard to read him since most of his face was still covered by the mask.

“Fine,” He grumbled, lying back down. You smiled, glad you got that argument out of the way.

“Alright, Miles where did you put that first aid kit?” You turned to see your neighbor holding it up. He laid it down on the nearby table and opened it, handing you gloves and wipes. You crouched down next to the couch so that you were at eye level with Spider-Man. That was when you realized that it would be next to impossible to clean the wounds on his face with his mask still on.

“Alright, I know you’re not going to like this, but you do need to take off the mask so we can clean those wounds on your face.” He let out a groan.

“Miles, I swear to god-“ He started and it took a lot in you not to laugh because finally someone else understand the (loveable) pain in the ass your neighbor could be sometimes.

“Hey man, she’s safe. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I had any doubt,” Miles commented. You smiled at him, happy that your neighbor of twelve plus years still backed you up. Not that you had any doubt, but confirmation was always nice.

“Plus, I have no need to exploit your identity. I make decent money,” You told him.

An exasperated sigh came out of the hero’s mouth, along with some mumbling on how ‘if you had just taken me back to my place like I told you’, before speaking up “Fine.”

He grabbed the edge of his mask, pulling it off to reveal his face.

Fuck.

You knew he was around your age, single, and incredibly smart but what Miles had failed to leave out was that he was also incredibly attractive. This guy was single? With that amazing bone structure, incredible hair and wow, his eyes. You normally didn’t find brown eyes attractive, but wow was he an exception.

“You…okay?” The now unmasked bug boy asked. You realized that you had been caught staring.

“Yeah, I just…. didn’t realize Spider-Man was my age,” and incredibly attractive but you could give Miles grief for leaving out that detail later. Once the friendly neighborhood web slinger was out of your apartment.

“This is going to sting, so I apologize in advance,” you said, leaning in so you could begin cleaning up the wounds on his face. Miles went back to your kitchen, filling the kettle with water. He was being unusually quiet. You wished he’d start talking about his recent web-slinging adventures so you could be distracted from the fact that you were inches away from Spider-Man’s stupidly attractive face.

“It’s fine, this isn’t my first time.” He muttered.

“First time having someone do it for you?” You asked, trying to make small talk.

“No,” He whispered. A look of pain and sadness flashed across his face, which instantly told you to move on.

Miles’ words about how he kept to himself rang in your ears.

“He told me he lost someone a while ago. Someone he really cared about. I think that’s why he keeps to himself.”

Whoever had helped patch him up in the past was clearly not there anymore. And from what Miles had told you, it was easy to infer that he hadn’t had someone there to help in a while.

“Wait, were you about to make that pesto dish?” Miles asked. You realized that many of the ingredients were still laid out on your kitchen counter. Luckily the shrimp was still defrosting in the sink, so maybe once this was all over you could still cook. Or order takeout.

“Yes, I was until you dropped by.” You said without even looking at the kid. A small smile crept across your face.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Miles said, feigning an offending tone.

“No, I thought I could have a normal night for once. How silly of me to expect that,” You said, giving him a wink before you diverted your attention back to your patient. You were surprised to find that his scowl had been replaced with a small smile.

“Are you the babysitter?” He asked. Because of course Miles would refer to you as ‘the babysitter’ and not your actual name.

“Yeah, I’ve known the kid since he was four. I had moved into this building when I was nineteen. He was the first person to welcome me. Can you look up so I can get the one on your chin?” you couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Moving to New York City at such a young age was scary. You probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Miles, his family, and many of the other residents in this building.

He lifted his chin up and wow, why was having a long neck suddenly attractive to you? Christ, you needed to focus so the dude could get out of your place and you could potentially have some peace and quiet for one night.

“Alright, looks like your face is clean. Now the rest of you,” You looked down at his chest and eyes widen again.

Shit.

“What?” He asked.

“Uh…you’re going to need to take that off. Your-your suit.” You quickly turned your attention back to your first aid kit, pretending to have trouble finding something so he didn’t see your flushed face.

“You know, usually I like to be taken out to dinner before taking off my clothes for someone,” He remarked. You looked back to see a smirk on his face. Because of course he was hot and sarcastic. Because the universe was just going to really rub it in that you probably could have been on several dates with this guy by if you had taken Miles up on his offer when he made it the first time.

“Sorry, but you’re doing my way tonight. Take your clothes off for me first, then I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?” You remarked back. You couldn’t tell if it was the wine you chugged earlier or your determination to not have a guy make you flustered in your own damn house.

He reached up to his shoulders and began pulling down the outfit, pulling it down until it was hanging off of his waist. Even with the dried blood and gashes, it was quite obvious the guy was ripped.

“Hey Miles! Can you get this guy some clothes from your place? We can make his comfortable at the very least,” You called to your neighbor, who was currently cleaning your tweezers. You figured the guy didn’t want to be half naked in a stranger’s apartment. Plus it meant his abs would be covered which would help you focus on the task at hand.

As soon as you saw the gleam in the kid’s eyes, you knew you made a terrible mistake.

“Of course! I’ll go swing by, let my parents know I’m okay, have dinner with them, and swing back!” He said, placing the tweezers on your table way too quickly.

“Just tell them you’re having dinner with me. I still need your help-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back with clothes for our Spidey. But MJ, I know you’re going to do a great job taking care of him!” He said, practically giddy as he ran out your door, leaving you two alone. Because of course he saw this as an opportunity to introduce you to each other and fucking took it.

“MJ?” You turned your attention back to the way too attractive for his own good hero that was laying down on your couch.

You noticed right away his body language had changed. His eyes were so wide, you could barely see the beautiful brown color around his blown irises. He was sitting up (kind of, the best he could do given his injuries). He didn’t look worried, but more shocked? Surprised?

You laughed, “Yeah, that’s what Miles use to call me when he was a kid. Had a hard time saying my full name, so I told him he could call me by my initials, which-in case you haven’t already figured it out- are MJ.”

“You’re MJ?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, I’m MJ. Nice to meet you, Mr. Spider-Man,” you said, sticking out your hand to break the tension. You were trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze. You knew you were good-looking, but no one had ever stared at you quite like that before, like they were in awe of you.

He stuck a shaky hand out, gently grabbing it, “I-I’m P-Peter. That’s, that’s my actual name.” He managed to get out. Why was he nervous around you suddenly?

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter. Are you okay?” You asked. You could tell his mind was going through different emotions from the look on his face. You saw sadness flash through his face again, followed by….hopeful?

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I just….Miles talks about you a lot and I...I didn’t realized the neighbor he talks about was…you. MJ.” You smiled. Something about the way he said your name made your heart flutter. Usually, your rule was only Miles was allowed to call you that, but you were more than happy to make an exception for him.

You then realized that he was still holding your hand, “I should…probably get that gravel out of your torso.”

“Right right, sorry,” He stumbled, quickly dropping his hand. You grabbed your tweezers and leaned down so you were at eye level with his torso, which happened to include his abs. God, why did he have to be attractive? It made concentrating on his wounds incredibly difficult.

You two sat in silence as you focused on getting out the bits of gravel that had lodged themselves in his wounds. You occasionally looked up at him to make sure he was okay. You were met back with that intense gaze. You were usually so good at making quick remarks when people stared at you, why were you coming up blank now?

“I…I’m sorry for earlier. I was being stubborn,” He said. You looked up and smiled, shrugging your shoulders.

“I honestly don’t blame you. Miles told me you’re use to working alone, so I imagine this is a change of pace for you.”

“Yeah, working with someone again has been…an adjustment. But it’s been a nice change of pace.”

It was clear as day that this guy-Peter-clearly had been through some shit. And thanks to years of therapy, you could tell his way of coping was to keep to himself. Which was a shame, because from what Miles tells you, he sounded like a good guy.

“I mean, it’s always good to shake things up-at least that’s what my therapist tells me. Not saying you should start tapping on random women’s apartment windows when you’re injured. That would be weird and probably get you arrested,” you were relieved to hear him laugh. God, he was so cute when he smiled.

“Alright, I think I got almost all of it, just need to get this last bit,” you said, pushing back your hair that kept falling over your eyes. You were so caught up in the fact that Spider-Man was in your apartment and injured that you forgot to grab a hair tie. There was no point in grabbing one now since you were so close to being done.

“Here, let me help you,” Before you knew it, his hands were gently grazing past your cheeks, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail that was held together by his hands.

So that’s what your directors meant when they said to act as if their touch was electric.

“Thanks,” there was no hiding your smile. It was pointless to even try.

“Least I could do for the person taking care of me,” His voice was so soft and soothing. You took another look at him, smiling before you looked back down to focus on getting out the last few pieces.

“So…Miles told me you’re an actor?”

“Yes. In addition to be a neighbor and part-time nurse, I act. I’m actually about to start a new show. First time on Broadway, which is exciting,” You said. All those years of endless auditions and casting calls were finally paying off.

“Miles says you got a great voice.”

“Miles says you are incredibly smart. You’re a scientist during the day, right?” Turning the attention back onto him made you feel less self-conscious.

Peter groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “Is he just giving away identifying information about me?” You were sad about the sudden loss of contact, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“Only when he’s trying to convince me to go on a date with you,” You said. Now it was his turn to blush and boy, was his face red. “Does he do that with me, or just refers to me as his babysitter?”

He nodded his head, still covering half of his face with his hand, “Yeah, he’s reminded me several times how great you are. And that you’re single. If I had known….”

“Known what?” You interrupted, curious.

“Uh, well, if-if I had known I would have been meeting you tonight, I…..I would have cleaned up,” He said, pointing to the stubble on his face. You had a feeling that wasn’t the whole answer, but also knew that prodding would not give you your desired outcome.

“It’s fine, I like guys with stubble,” you couldn’t deny how much fun you were having making him nervous. You finished wiping the wounds-now free of gravel-and knew it was time to start covering them.

“Oh. That’s…. that’s good to know I guess.” You could tell he immediately regretted that line. It was quite clear that the guy was not used to talking to women. Which, in a way, made him more attractive? It was endearing that the guy who regularly keeps New York City safe and had fans nation-wide, had a hard time talking to someone he found cute.

“If it makes you feel better, I also turned down his offer. I don’t like the idea of blind dates. It feels weird, you know?” You said as you cut another piece of adhesive bandage to press on his chest.

“Yeah, I just…. don’t have a lot of time for that kind of stuff.”

“Don’t have time or just chose not to?” He looked startled, which made you realize how big of an accusation you were throwing him.

“Sorry, are you also a therapist in addition to being a nurse, neighbor, and actor?” He asked.

“No, I’m just someone whose therapist has told her she does the same thing. She also says it would be good for me to get out, but I’m no longer a party animal. Much rather have guys just drop in, you know?”

It was most likely the wine, but you felt a new surge of confidence. You leaned closer, partly so you could get a closer look at the cuts near his collarbone, but also so that you were now inches away from his face.

“Miles…. he’s not coming back for a while, is he?” Based on the hitch in his breath, you could tell that your plan was working.

“Oh tiger. He’s not coming back for a long time. You didn’t catch that?” Miles wasn’t subtle. You were surprised you hadn’t received a text from him, asking if the two of you had fallen in love yet.

“Tiger. Is there a reason you’re calling me that instead of…. Spider?”

“Spider doesn’t feel right.”

“But…. it’s my name.”

“A, it’s not your name. Your name is Peter. B, Tiger suits you better,” You said matter of fact.

“Are you just an expert on nicknames? Is that your superpower?” His tone was playful. It was a total departure from the absolute grump that had entered your apartment earlier.

“It is. Miles didn’t tell you that when he was trying to convince you to ask me out?” You asked, pretending to be shock as you placed another bandage on his chest.

“No, but he did tell me you make really great snickerdoodles.” You groaned and buried your face into the pillow that was propping him up. The fact that a sixteen-year-old was your best help at finding a date was sad.

“You know, for how determine that kid is when it comes to getting us in the same room, he really struggles with selling someone,” You said with a chuckle. It was then you realized that you were right next to his face. You could hear his shaky breathing and your chests were practically touching.

You felt his hand gently push some hair behind your ear, “Yeah, he failed to mention you’re an absolute knockout.” You were really glad the pillow was still covering your face so he couldn’t see your widen eyes or red face.

His hand immediately dropped from your hair, “I’m sorry, that was way out of line. You’re just….really, really amazing and-”

“You know,” You sat up, essentially straddling his waist which got him to shut up, “I think if we told Miles that we kissed, he might leave us alone for day. Maybe two.”

Getting him to laugh felt so good. Maybe it was the fact that you were once in a similar boat or just a strong hunch, but something told you he hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.

“But it’s not good to lie. It kinda goes against the whole morally good superhero shtick,” He said, pushing hair out of your face.

“Who said we would be lying?” You bit your lower lip, hoping it would get your message across.

Thank God it did. He leaned up to close the gap between your lips and his and fuck, his lips were soft. Your hands found a place in his hair, desperate to find a way to deepen the kiss. You felt one of his hands gently place itself on the back of your neck, the other gripping the edge of your t shirt because he too was desperate to keep this going. Despite how much he stuttered and stumbled around you, he was a surprisingly good kisser.

“Hey guys, I’m back with-OH.” You regrettably broke away, so you could turn your attention to your door. Standing there was matchmaker of the year, Miles Morales with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Don’t you dare act surprised, this is exactly what you wanted to happen,” You quipped before he could get a word in. You could feel Peter’s large hands resting on your waist and you were really regretting giving Miles a key to your place.

“I….I brought clothes,” Your neighbor said, holding up a pair of sweatpants and shirt that he probably stole from his dad.

“Great, Peter can shower and change and while he’s doing that, you’ll help me make dinner and we can eat��

“I already ate-“

“You’re helping me make dinner,” You repeated, giving him a knowing look that you had perfected from years of babysitting the kid.

“I-I don’t want to overstay my welcome. You’ve done enough already-“ Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? You wouldn’t have kissed him like that if you didn’t want him to stay.

“But it’s part of the deal, remember? You took your clothes off, I fixed you up, we kissed, and now you can be taken out to dinner. Also my shower is one of the very few that is actually easy to figure out how to operate and it’s quite lovely if I do say so myself.”

“Are you saying I smell?” He asked with rather cheeky smile on his face. He absentmindedly began to move the hand he had on your back up and down, in little circles. It was such a soft, gentle gesture you were surprised you didn’t melt.

“I work in theatre. Unfortunately, I have smelled way worse. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take a shower and change into clean clothes after going through a wall. Unless you want to just walk around my place shirtless-“

“Should I leave?”

“No Miles, because I’ve been waiting years to make you uncomfortable,” You smirked as you got up from Peter’s lap to walk over and grab the clothes from Miles, “Be careful what you wish for.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t complain. I just want to make that known.” You stuck your tongue out before walking back to Peter, bending over to hand him the clothes and give a kiss on an unscratched check of his because why the hell not.

He took the clothes, but not without a big, almost goofy, smile on his face.

“I’ll let you know if your shower is as intuitive as you claim it be,” He said, standing up.

“I look forward to it. Go down the hall and take a left, first door you’ll see.” You turned around because if you didn’t, you would probably kiss him again and while you loved to tease Miles, you didn’t want the boy traumatized.

You walked over to the kitchen to join your neighbor, who was giving you a knowing smile. You put a finger to your lips, and motioned to Peter, who was almost out of view. You waited until he was gone completely and you could hear the sound of your shower running before you let out a small squeal.

“And just think, if you hadn’t been so stubborn this could have happened sooner,” Miles told you as you buried your face into your hands. You felt like you were sixteen again, which was ridiculous because a guy you just met shouldn’t make you feel that way.

“Well, if we end up getting married, you can give a speech about how you’re the reason we’re all there,” You said as you moved over to the sink to focus on the shrimp that was now completely defrosted.

“Can I do a mic drop at the end of the speech?”

“No Miles.”

“Can I pretend to?”

“Sure,” There was no containing your smile. You didn’t know where this was going and for once, that didn’t scare you like it would have in the past. The only thing you knew for certain was that you were incredibly thankful to be home tonight.

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Peter Parker : The Equal Opportunist Who Just So Happened To Love Boobs More [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter liked to think that he was equally obsessed with all the parts of your body you showed him. Well, turns out he might be a little bit more obsessed with your tits than the rest. And all it took to figure it out was a corset.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+ only, titty worshipping, smut p in v, kinda fluffy sometimes, needy peter, basically filth with slight fluff if you squint, peter in itself is a warning so here.

A/N : inspired by the great @lipstickbisous who has started the andrew garfield renaissance on tumblr all on her own

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It all started with a corset. One of these Victorian inspired ones that came back on trend recently. Peter had been swinging by your neighborhood and since crime was pretty calm that night, he took a little time to observe you through your window. Except, the moment his eyes landed on you through his mask, he practically crashed in a wall. Trying to catch himself and not trip off a building while landing on the roof, he rushed to the edge, looking at you with extreme focus. He needed to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Fuck. You were really wearing it. A fucking corset. The kinds that pushed everything up. Everything he liked (even though he genuinely liked everything about you).

Looking down, he shuffled on the roof, trying desperately to hide his swelling bulge. This was a lost battle, he was wearing a spandex suit and nothing could be hidden in that thing. Reaching down to press his groin, he cleared his throat and started thinking. He wanted to call, god he wanted to jump through your window right now. But you were so focused on your work, and he wasn’t done with patrol. Fucking hell…

He ended up choosing to ignore his problem, leaping off the building and swinging away, hopefully you hadn’t seen him. For the rest of the evening, he had to fight off criminals with your beautiful beast plastered in the back of his mind.

You’d always known Peter to be a very touchy person, at least with you. You remembered the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend officially, after revealing his identity to you. You hadn’t even had the opportunity to finish saying yes that he was already webbing you on the waist to pull you to his chest and kiss you passionately. He had taken you to his apartment and while you had waited to actually have sex, you both spent the night with each other, you seating comfortably on his lap as he kissed your lips to the point of making them completely numb. Your brain ended up being all fuzzy and your entire body was warm, as warm as he was at least and he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon so you spent the night locked in this warm cocoon formed by his arms.

Over time, and as your relationship grew, you saw him shift into this insatiable man. You’d been friends for a while before, approaching him on the first day of class so you were already fairly comfortable with each other and even then touching each other had never been something you struggled with. What you did struggle with though, was how needy he got after your first time together.

That night you would remember it forever, his hands wrapping themselves tightly around pieces of your skin and caressing you all over. He had been fucking into you for so long and with this need to feel you deeper and deeper, you couldn’t believe this was the awkward Peter you had met on the first day of class. You remember even begging for him to give you a little bot of time to gather yourself. He had responded with something that would mark you forever honestly.

“S-Sorry angel, so… So fucking sorry… But I can’t… Y-You feel so fucking good… Can’t let go… Or think straight…” He groaned in your ear, keeping you pressed on the mattress as his hips slammed against your poor pussy.

You remember cumming just from his words alone, and honestly who wouldn’t ? Like, how could you resist to him or his words at all ? It clearly was impossible, also you didn’t want to so you didn’t.

But to go back on topic, Peter was a very physical person with you. He needed to have you within reach at all times and he needed to be able to touch you constantly. He felt like he’d been starved of your presence if he couldn’t reach, ear of feel you and would get in the worst mood ever. You often spent hours sitting between his legs, your laptop on your lap, typing your essays and homework for your classes. In those moments, he would keep his head buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping on your skin to pass time. The little kisses and soft touches had become a very common thing for the both of you and were now expected.

This need to be as physically close to you as possible, it came with a deep admiration for your body and the way you looked. You would catch him staring countless times, eyes fixated on the part of you he craved that day. Some days he’d pull you between his legs while he was seating down and you were standing up, to bury his face in your stomach. Some days, he’d settle between your thighs, take your pants off and rest his head on them. Some days, he’d cage you against a wall and start grab handfuls of your ass to lift you off the floor, you’d stay hanging off of him like a koala bear while his hands never left your ass.

Peter called himself an equal opportunist, he would become a drooling mess for any part of you that was presented to him. You truly had him squirming in the palm of your hand at any point when you showed even the littlest amount of skin. But there was a part of you that had him so m, so, so hard, throbbing and begging each and every time he could get a glimpse if it. Your tits.

Peter had never expected to be this weak in front of a pair of tits before. He wasn’t unaware of… the wonders of the internet and did see a few things in his life but your breast were heaven wrapped in skin. So soft and the perfect size, he couldn’t take his eyes off of them or keep his hands off of you when he could have them in his hands instead.

What you never expected, was to see that love for your body skyrocket to a point of witnessing, for the first time ever, your boyfriend being to overwhelmed to touch you.

When Peter came back from patrol, he was greeted by you, laying on his bed comfortably scrolling through your phone. He was exhausted and the vision could’ve had him pass out on the spot. He was sappy as fuck, thinking of you as absolutely perfect at all times but could you truly blame him ? You plagued his dreams when he was asleep and his thoughts when he was awake. Everything about you was pulled out of his deepest fantasies.

He ripped his mask off, throwing it to the side and grabbed his old polaroid, taking a picture of you. He would add it to his private collection, the kinds that he couldn’t take out in public with him, the kinds that he wanted to enjoy either on his own or with you, in the comfort of his bed, completely naked.

You finally noticed him, smiling wide as you opened your arms for him. He felt himself fall in love with your entire existence again in this exact moments, his hands grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up effortlessly. He sat down and placed you on his thighs and dropping his face on your bust. Taking a big breath, he let your sweet scent fill his nostrils and his brain. He wanted to rip off the shirt you were wearing, slightly disappointed to not see you in the corset from earlier, and stuff his face in your breast. God, he wanted to more than anything.

He felt all fuzzy suddenly, like he’s been given some kind of relaxing drug that just made everything so soft and feel so good. That drug was you and he would never be able to get clean, not when you were everything he needed.

Grabbing his jaw softly with both your hands, you raised his face to have him face you.

“Look at you Bug Boy… All exhausted after another night of saving the city. Want me to do something for you baby ?” You cooed, kissing him all over the face. Your lip-gloss strained his forehead, his cheek and his lips before getting lower, towards his jaw.

He was giving you this sloppy grin, looking like he was either high or asleep. God, your lips were driving him absolutely insane, reaching all the perfect spots. And the way you called him baby ? He could melt on the spot. He extended his neck, throwing his head back to allow you to kiss, suck and bite lower on his neck. He was already so hard, grinding against you, desperately looking for friction.

Suddenly, you both jumped, hearing the loud police sirens pass by and the police radio in the room started resonating. Looks like criminals felt like they needed to get their asses kicked tonight.

Groaning in annoyance, the man lifted you up and put you down on the bed. He reached for a kiss which you gladly gave, grinning against his mouth as he shot a web towards his mask to bring it into his hand without ever detaching himself from your lips. He didn’t have enough, he never had enough, he needed more, his dose of kisses for the road, like you said.

The sirens kept getting louder, practically screaming for Spiderman to come fix it. He let out a scream of annoyance, telling the universe that he was coming, he’d be there, to stop rushing him. It made you laugh loudly in the pillows, the situation getting even funnier when he started cussing out criminals for ruining his time with his girlfriend. You couldn’t breath anymore when it turned into a rant about how life seemed to have less crimes before he became Spiderman.

You sat up, waving him goodbye like the good girlfriend you were, but incapable of hiding your amusement. Shooting a web towards you, he pulled you towards him, kissing you one last time.

“Keep laughing, angel, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh when I rip orgasms out of that sweet, sweet pussy of yours as punishment. I’ll have you all silly on my cock, we’ll see who’ll be laughing the most.” He grunted, biting your lips roughly and sliding his tongue in your mouth quickly before going back to “innocent” kisses.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Lover Boy…” You purred, grabbing his jaw and pushing him away from you. You watched him swing away from you into the distance and made a mental note to show him the things you had bought earlier this week. You hoped he would like it.

You did not get to show him what you wanted for the rest of the week but it did not stop you from killing him with it. After that little sneak peak of you in a corset, he’d been unable to take his eyes off of your breasts for the following days. Every time he looked at you, obscene visions would attack him and the more he tried to refrain and push them away, they would become more and more vivid. He was slowly losing it, trying to figure out ways to approach you without coming on too strong but, fuck was it had.

He need to throw you over his shoulder and take you back to a secluded room to stuff his face in your chest was becoming terrifyingly unbearable. So much so that he was scared to touch you, incapable of choosing what he would do to you first. He would often just hug you from behind and run away when you’d turn around, the feeling if your tits pressed against his chest sending heat all through his brain and down his pants.

When he came home, you weren’t there which he thought to be great since he needed to focus on fixing his broken web shooter and doing a little studying. He was so focused, he didn’t even see or hear you (which was surprising because Peter could practically smell you when you were near, spidey business probably).

“Sup’ Bug Boy.” You greeted, sneaking up behind him and dropping a kiss on his cheek before returning to your bag.

He only had a few things left to do and they would only take a couple of seconds so he responded with a simple nod before going back on his task. You loved seeing him like this, so focused on whatever he was doing with his glasses hanging off his nose. He looked absolutely divine and you did want to do a few nasty things to him. Okay, maybe a lot.

When he finally turned towards you, he instantly froze, eyes doubling in size and his hands tightened on the wood of his desk.

You were wearing it. The fucking corset, you were wearing it. Right now. In front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, absolute fuck.

His brain had stopped working the moment his eyes dropped on you, turning back on to be filled with obscene images of you in different positions for him to see and play with. You looked so breathtaking, he had stopped breathing and didn’t even notice it until he was gasping for air. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze away from you, as if it would do something about the effects you had on him. He turned back towards you to sneak a glance, raising his glasses off slightly. Noticing his eyes on you, you grinned turning around slightly to show off your outfit.

“You like it ? Bought it from a thrift store.” You explained walking up to him and standing between his legs. The boy cleared his throat once again, avoiding your eyes at all costs, before nodding rapidly. He pushed his rolling chair a little away from you to put a few meters of distance between you both.

You tilted your head to the side, confused by his behavior. He was usually all over you by that point. Had you done something to upset him ? Did something put him in a bad mood ? You felt a little uncomfortable not knowing but you didn’t want to rush him if he wanted to keep it to him. Now, you were worried so it wouldn’t be to bad to try. You walked towards his chair and turned it to face you.

“Pete you alright ? You’ve been really weird the whole week and just now… Did I do something ?” You asked, trying to sound as calm as possible while also feeling a little anxious. You weren’t biggest fan of fights and fighting with Peter was very rare but never pretty.

If you could’ve seen the giant wave of regret that washed over him, you would probably laugh at him. He was being extra weird with you, that was true, and it didn’t make sense. You were his best friend, his girlfriend, his everything. You’d dealt with him in worst situations that that and here he was, avoiding you because he was a little obsessed with your boobs ? What the actual fuck.

The man let out a sigh of exhaustion, dropping his face on your belly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, as tight as he could to make up for all the missed touch of the week. Burying his nose against your stomach, he inhaled your scent deeply, letting it fill his entire being and drown him in you. The whole world was silent for a moment, just you, him, and the thousands voices in his head telling him to fuck you senseless. Yeah, Peter was rarely alone in there.

Come on Pete, look at her, she’s begging for it.

Don’t you wanna suck on them entire they’re all swollen and sensitive ?

Imagine how pretty they’d look if she was bouncing on your cock right now !

You’re craving this girl like you would crave air buddy, don’t hold back.

You’ve been twitching in your pants for the past fucking week dude, throw her on the bed and rip that fucking corset off of her !

She’d look so beautiful with just the corset on and nothing to cover her except your cum all over her.

Imagine you dick stuffed nice between these two pieces of heaven wrapped in skin.

They were all so loud and he was so needy and desperate. You could probably feel how hot his head was on you right now. He felt your hands run through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp softly, and descend all the way to his nape. Your fingers felt so soft on his skin, he was shivering at how light your touch was on him. You kept caressing him until your hands ended on his jaw, holding his face to face yours.

“You wanna tell me what’s up with you or I have to assume I stink and you don’t love me anymore ?” You asked, raising and eyebrow.

He chuckled, finally showing you that bright smile of his. You noticed the red on his face and scrunched your nose, bending down to kiss the tip of his. Then began a battle of kisses, you targeting his face and him targeting your arms and covered stomach. He was getting more and more restless, losing the little bit of restraint he seemed to have earlier. Honestly he wouldn’t try and explain why he was scared to touch you, he’d just say he was a little bit overwhelmed by you in the moment. For now, all he knew was that he would enjoy everything you had to offer.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you off the floor to place you on his lap. Giving in to his desire, he grabbed you breasts tightly and stuffed his nose between both of them. You could hear him groan on your skin and feel the vibrations caused by his deep voice. What you could also feel was his bulge rub against your covered core. You could feel every, even jumping slightly when you felt it throb against you.

Looking down on his face, you were surprised to catch him staring at you, probably waiting for you to notice him. He was looking at you with these eyes that he gave you when you teased him a little too much and he’d been containing himself for a while. All the dots started connecting in your head, the link between his weird behavior and your recent purchases. You remembered seeing Spiderman’s silhouette a week ago, before Peter came home from patrol. It had been faint so you weren’t sure but now you were. He’d seen the corset already and got himself worked up.

He could practically see the gears turning in your head, lowering his head in your chest in shame.

“Don’t say a fucking thing…” He threatened, voice muffled by your warm skin.

When you burst out laughing, he started debating webbing your mouth shut but you’d probably like that and you also had every right to laugh, he’d acted so fucking weird for a week that it did end up making the reasoning behind it ridiculous.

“Oh my god ! Peter, tell me you weren’t avoiding me because of a fucking corset !” You teased, trying to pry his face off of you. Clearly displeased at your attempt to ruin his private time with your tits, he grabbed your wrists and kept them tightly held behind your back. “Oh my fucking God, Parker ! You’re unbelievable, I swear !”

“Can you not ?! It’s difficult enough for me to deal with so please, don’t make it worst for me !” He exclaimed, still not detaching himself from you. It was hard to make his words clear or his tone sound credible. At least he had tried, which was a good thing.

You kept smiling, amused at his outburst, this man truly was something. He was lucky to be this cute because otherwise you’d be very surprised and confused. Sliding your hand in his hair, you pressed him further in your bust and chuckled when he let out a groan either of pleasure or of comfort. You kept scratching his scalp softly, melting all the self control he had over himself and his actions.

When you felt his hands grip tighter on your chest and his lips started kissing your deep cleavage, you let your head fall back in pleasure. He was massaging your breast so well, you felt your entire body relax against his. His hips started moving under you, grinding his dick against you and enjoying the little sounds you’d make.

“You’re a big baby, you know that Parker ?” You muttered, closing your eyes and enjoying the things he’d do to you.

He raised his face finally to stare at you attentively. He’d always love the way your face would slowly get more and more obscene once he got his hands on you. You looked so sweet, he wanted to devour you whole. He gripped on the neckline of the corset and lowered it a little to give his mouth more skin to play with. He was greedy, needing to have your sweet taste burned on his tongue.

“Don’t push it angel, I will fuck the jokes outta you. You know I will.” He threatened, biting and sucking your flesh.

“Ah… Baby, you know… How ‘bout… Instead of ‘threatening’ me like that, you just do what you want hum ? Take me to bed and do all the things you want, I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.” You moaned, looking down on his handsome face.

“Fuck, you don’t need to tell me twice.” He exhaled, standing up abruptly and lifting you up with him.

The moment your body touches the mattress, you lose all capacities to function ln your own. Peter’s treatment of your body is so soft yet desperate, you abandon yourself completely to let him do whatever he wants to do to you. Kneeling in front of you on the bed, he parts your legs wide to position himself between them. His deep brown eyes are so intense and full of lust, you feel yourself shiver and your blood starts boiling. You can’t bear his eyes on you, not when he’s looking at you like that.

He pulls you flush against his body, and let’s his bulge hit your clothes pussy. He can feel everything, smell it even. You’re wet and aching for him, begging and throbbing for him to touch you. He would, he wants to, God, the amount if things he wants to do to you on a daily is insane. He should be put in a facility for wanting you this bad, it can’t be healthy. He knows it can’t be healthy, not when you make his blood travel around his body so fast and you make him so hot all over, he feels like he’s going through puberty all over again.

Feeling your arousal drip through your panties, he wanted to stuff his face between your legs and feast on you like it was his last meal. He could practically taste you already, just from you scent. You tasted sweet, like honey and fresh berries, so sweet he could feel the cavities form already. Fuck, he wanted to see you squirm under him, his tongue dancing between your folds and his name falling from you lips like a song made just for him.

He wanted to have a taste of you entire body, which wasn’t too different from the usual, but today he had a specific craving. One that had tickled him the entire week, teasing him so hard he could barely touch you without getting hard in public. He had been scared to have you in his arms because he knew he would very much pull you out of your class to fuck you in the bathroom until he knew your legs to be shaking for the rest of the day. He wanted you needy like he was, like you’d made him. You and your gorgeous tits.

Diving in your neck, he kissed you all over your jaw, whispering your name desperately. His hands crawled under the tight corset that hid his favorite part of you and palmed your stomach vigorously. His teeth were biting your jaw bone and sucking on it, leaving little swollen bumps behind him. Hands getting higher and higher, you pushed your hips towards his, rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. You could feel it call for you, begging to be freed and pleased.

“F-Fuck… You… You taste so good… So, so, so good… Your skin’s like a jar of fucking honey… Can’t get enough of it…” He grunted, in your ear, his long fingers grazing the lower part of your breasts.

Reaching up, your hands crawled in his soft brown hair to pull him away from your chest and crash you lips on his. You both loved kissing each other because no matter what, it always got so much more needy and desperate than what it was supposed to, just like now. Before his lips could even touch yours, his tongue was already deep in your throat, twirling in your mouth and gliding over yours.

You moaned in his mouth, begging for him to be inside you as your breath shortened until you needed to pull away to breath a little. You needed air, he didn’t, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you tasted so fucking good. His hands slipped out from under the tight piece of clothing and slid behind you to undo the laces that kept what he wanted locked away from him.

When it was loose enough, he pulled it down roughly, watching your breast sway in front of his nose. He was already drooling from the kiss alone but seeing the source of his fantasies for the first time in so long (again, a week), it made his mouth water.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” He whispered, grabbing both of them in his hands and rubbing his nose against your skin.

“You talking to me or my boobs ?” You chuckled, amused at how dramatic he was.

Lifting his face off of you, he gave you this toothy grin you got every time he was either extremely tired or too horny to think rationally.

“Honestly, both… Sorry…” He apologized, feeling a little ashamed at how worked up he got. When you slid your hand back in his hair, he closed his eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling you provided.

“Don’t mind me, Baby…” You smiled softly. “Have your fun, you deserve it for loving me that much” You smiled, pecking his nose.

Smiling back at you, his warm palm reached up to your face, cradling your cheek lovingly and moving his face towards yours. He was called, hypnotized towards so many parts of your body, your lips were always the most violent, because no matter what setting, he would never care enough to refuse them. He’d kiss you until your lips were plump and swollen, your lipgloss smeared all over his own and you were breathless.

You both were both so dizzy and drunk on each other’s scents and touches, it was practically impossible to pry you off if each other. Peter’s nose ran down the side of your neck while his hands lowered towards his pants. Opening them swiftly, he reached in his boxers to pump his shaft a little, more to relieve his throbbing cock, so hard it started to hurt. He shuffled with his legs to get rid of his pants before reaching up to your panties.

“Fuck angel… That pretty pussy’s so wet, you’ve drenched your panties love… How ‘m I supposed to resist that huh ?” He groaned, smiling at your displeased expression. You were getting restless, just like he liked it.

“Pete… Baby please… Don’t tease me…” You begged, searching for his lips with your whole face.

Seeing you struggle to contain yourself and whine for him just made him feel so much worst, he wouldn’t be sure to be able to let you go that easily for the night. You were lucky for the weekend.

Standing straight and kneeling between your thighs, he smiled wickedly at your hard and pointed nipples. He let his fingers graze them delicately, enjoying the way your body shook under his fingers. He wouldn’t make you wait any longer anymore. He needed you right now. He ripped off your underwear and let your corset drop on the floor, leaving you in your skirt and nothing else.

“’M so sorry gorgeous, I swear… I promise I’ll take good care of you tomorrow… I swear…” He muttered, kissing down on your cleavage and elevating your tits in his hands to kiss both tenderly. “So, so, so good… I’ll have you all relaxed…”

“Y-Yeah… Please Baby… T-Take care of me… Please Pete…” You whined, rolling your hips on him. He could feel every, your folds dripping wetness on your inner thighs and the feeling of his shaft pulsating against your throbbing cunt.

Suddenly, one of his arms snaked around your back while the other palmed one of your breasts, licking and biting on your nipple before hoisting you up and placing you down on his lap. His mouth still attached to you, his hands held onto your hips, massaging them as he apologized profusely for what he was about to do. You felt his fingers play with your puffy, swollen folds, making you cry and whine over him. You needed him, more and more each second. You could feel the thick, leaking tip of his cock poke you entrance and you couldn’t hold on any longer.

“P-Pete… Baby please… D-Do something… I can’t hold it…” You moaned, rolling your hips in circles over his tip and inhaling sharply when you tried to push yourself down on him.

He chuckled against your chest, kissing the valley of your breasts before going back up to your jaw and then your lips.

“God, angel… You’ll have me dead one day…” He breathed out.

His fingers parted you open, lining himself at your entrance, before you sat yourself down on his cock. The movement was unexpected and the intrusion was rough, brutal almost. You felt so full, full to the point of seeing him poke out if your belly. The tears of pleasure were threatening to come out as you felt him pulsate inside you, feeling him grow bigger and stretch you further and further.

If you weren’t so out of it yourself you would see that he wasn’t too far from the state you were in. He couldn’t even see straight, his head thrown back and his hands gripping your flesh so tight, you would feel them for days after. You were wrapped around his cock so tight and warm, velvety walls fluttering around him. He could cum just from being inside you, filling you up once and then fucking it back into you. He wanted to see you covered in his cum, your chest painted with his seed. Fuck, he would do that later, for now, he just really needed to fuck you.

Grabbing two handfuls of your ass under your skirt, he lifted you up from his girth, biting his lip hard to keep in a desperate moan, before slamming you back down on him. He repeated the motion, increasing in speed a little more each time, before he saw you lose yourself completely over him. Your eyes were crossed and already rolled to the back of your head, your poor pussy taking him greedily. You were dripping so much over him, he could vividly hear the sound of your wetness as your skin slapped against each other.

“A-Ah… Look… Look at you Angel… Looking so, so, so beautiful… Taking so much of me… C-Can’t keep anything in for you… “ He moaned, biting your neck instead of his lips.

His arms were still tight around your waist, keeping your from falling backwards as you leaned on his thighs and started meeting his thrusts. Your cunt swallowing him whole, you could feel your entire body shaking every time his bulbous tip would violently hit your cervix. You were crying out his name as you started to bounce on his thigh, taking one of your tits in hand and playing with your nipples.

If Peter could take a picture of what he was seeing right now, he would, immortalizing it in all the possible and existing formats. Here you were, crying his name while jumping on his cock and playing with those gorgeous tits of yours. The vision in itself was too much and he knew he would keep it burned in his memories forever. Loosing all capacity to form coherent phrases, he started moaning your name as if it was the only word he knew, the rest were just gibberish and rambling.

“B-Baby… Fuck, Baby… A-Angel y-you… You… Y-You gotta… Oh f-fuck… Oh God… F-Fuck… F-Feels… F-Fuck… Feels so… So good…” He moaned, drooling profusely at the vision of your tits bouncing right in front of his face.

The obscene noises of his balls slapping against your folds made it all too much for the both of you to contain yourselves. Ripping your hands off of your nipples that you kept rolling between your fingers, he held the both of them behind your back again before diving in your breast and sucking one of your nipples in his mouth while he twirled the other in his fingers. Sucking and biting on your skin, he looked up at you with hooded eyes, full of both lust and adoration. Feeling your warm skin vibrate against his face and he kept lapping his tongue on your sensitive bud, he felt like cumming instantly. He couldn’t feel how good he made you feel with his mouth on you and he wanted nothing more than to make you feel even better.

He freed your nipple, a wet plop sound following as well as a line of saliva, before rushing to the other one eagerly. You tasted so fucking good, your skin tasted like candy, he couldn’t get enough. When your fingers pushed his face closer to you, his own eyes rolled to the back of his head. Je sucked on your chest even more, biting your skin and leaving wet patches behind him, his own hips started to move even more.

“Oh…Fuck ! Peter, Baby… P-Please ! I-I need… I need more !” You cried out, feeling your pussy clenching around him.

He was so needy, palming and sucking on your skin vigorously, like he was trying to burn your taste on his tongue. Detaching his lips from you to breath finally, you tightened around him, feeling his breath on your wet nipples. His forehead rested against your bust as he tried to moan and catch his breath all at once. The vibrations of his deep voice as your name tumbled out of his lips, begging for you a little more passionately each time, sending shivers down your spine.

He grabbed your breasts, kissing all over them as he felt his end coming. His movements became a little messier, pumping himself deep in you. He needed you to cum and he needed it quick.

“B-Baby… Baby… Please, f-fuck… Cum… You gotta… You gotta cum… Please, god, fuck… Please…” He cried, kissing your skin repeatedly to calm himself. It wasn’t working clearly.

Your own hip rolls accelerated, your cunt dripping juices all over him as you felt a knot form in your belly. Both of you thrusting together against each other and not allowing the other a second of peace, you kept fucking each other roughly and desperately. Soon, you were pressing his face on your cleavage, cumming all over him while crying his name as loudly as your vocal cords allowed.

Hearing your sweet voice scream his name like that, he couldn’t keep the ropes of cum he spilled in you and making you tremble on his lap. He tried to keep you steady, feeling to sensitive to handle your fluttering walls trap him a little more inside you as he kept cumming a little more. It felt like it was going on for so long, dripping so much inside you he could feel it leak out.

He was breathing hard against your chest, his eyes lowered and he saw the point where his girth connected with your insides. He smiled lazily, seeing his creamy seed drip out of you. There was so much, he doubted you’d be able to keep it all in. Your soft hands held his jaw and raised his face towards yours.

“I guess that means that you enjoyed the corset…” You chuckled, looking exhausted but beautiful as ever. He smiled widely, puckering his lips in your direction and chuckling when you kissed him tenderly. Again, like predicted, it became more heated than it was supposed too. Your tongues folding over each other and moans slipping out of your throats.

“You have no idea how much I liked that thing…” He responded in a whisper to not disturb the calm atmosphere. “But please… For the love if everything there is…” He laid you on your back, before bending down and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Warn me before you wear one next time… I might need a little time to mentally prepare myself… Can’t have me fucking you in public because your tits are just that fucking beautiful…” He pleaded softly against your lips.

Pulling out of you, you thought he would be done but instead, he straddled you, his cock still hard and needing a little more attention. You chuckled, grazing your finger over the tip and watching him inhale sharply.

“But… I love catching you by surprise…” You whined, faking innocence. You pushed your tots together and looked up at him with doe eyes, tempting him even more. He collapsed over you, holding his body up with his forearms around your face.

“Yeah…” Breathed out the young man, trying to contain his smile. “Well, hope you enjoyed the surprise Angel…” Straightening his back, he started pumping his shaft over your breasts. “Because I’m not anywhere near done with you… I’ve got a lot of things I wanna do to you right now… Let’s see in how many ways I can fuck you and how many pictures I can take…”

You were in for a long night. Still, you made a mental note to catch him by surprise with more corsets in the future, you weren’t going to waste that new trick you discovered.

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tease me || tasm peter parker

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: teasing and taunting can only go so far, until Andrew snaps.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: peter parker!andrew garfield x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: hmmm 4

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut

[idea for this scenario by @lipstickbisous]

Your and Peter's friendship went back many years, that consisted of him being the goody-two-shoes, and you the person he would always have to apologize for to get you out of trouble.

"I'm sorry miss we were playing and she meant to throw eggs at my house but yours is so similar! She just mistook them..."

You were 8 when he got you out of a pickle for the first time, and from then on it was just something he delegated himself to do: take care of you secretly.

Of course, the fact that he was so nice and never wanted to get into trouble like you earned him a lot of teasing (mostly from your part).

As the both of you aged, your friendship remained the same, and your mentalities stayed the same. Even after he told you he was spider-man, you still mocked him as if he was just a flimsy dude that was too scared to steal a beer from the corner store.

Sure, Peter Parker could fight a giant lizard, but that didn't mean he could handle all the stunts you constantly pulled.

You rested your legs on his lap as you laid on his couch, throwing his popcorn at his face.

"Are you gonna stop that Y/N?" He asked, turning his head to face you.

"No." You replied, paused, then threw another popcorn at him.

You loved to get him riled up. Peter didn't get mad or annoyed easily, but you had a talent.

He gripped your legs and pulled on them, so your face would be closer to his.

"Stop leaving popcorn on my floor Y/N, I'll kick you out." He warned, as he bent over, so you were face to face.

You pouted and stood up, collecting all the popcorn you had thrown at him.

"Fine, dad. You're no fun!" You mocked.

"I'm fun!" Peter exclaimed, earning a snort from your other two friends who happened to be in the room.

Both of them had no idea he was spider-man, which made him seem a lot less cooler, 'cause you could at least recognizer he was a little cool for being a super hero.

"Hey! Come on guys I do fun stuff with you."

"Peter it doesn't count as doing fun stuff with us if you don't actually do it."

"Yeah, I stay behind to clean up your mess to make sure you don't get us all arrested."

You sat on Peter's lap, facing him, and approached your face to his.

"That's because you're a goody-two-shoes, you're so innocent... It's actually adorable how much you haven't changed." You said this as you tilted his chin up with one finger.

Peter gripped your wrist and pulled your hand away. You smirked when you saw him try to hide his blush. You loved the grip you had on the man.

"Y/N I'm a grown man, I'm neither of those things."

He was aware you pretended like you had no idea he was spider man, that you ignored all that just to tease him, but deep down you knew he could do whatever he wanted to, you were just too used to the chemistry of your friendship. You got off his lap.

"Alright then, we heard that old lady down the street has a bunch of dead animals in that little shack behind her house," you paused and looked over your shoulder to stare at Peter "wanna come?"

The thing is, Peter didn't want to. Although he has superpowers and was no longer afraid, he still didn't want to do a bunch of the things his friends did, and he especially had no curiosity in seeing a bunch of dead animals, and he had no interest in going to jail for trespassing, but he wanted you to see Peter as more than just that little scared boy he was when you were 10, not only Spider-Man.

"Fine..."

You jumped and clapped your hands as if you were an 8-year-old after their parents said they could get McDonald's.

Peter landed you one of his hoodies and the four of you went off on your little adventure. It was dark outside, which was good because if it went to shit at least the neighbors wouldn't be able to identify you.

The old woman was a widow, whose husband had died almost a decade ago. She lived alone and she rarely ever saw the light of day, which was already creepy enough for Peter to want to stay away, but unfortunately for him, his best friend was a girl who thrived on doing shit like that.

The old wooden fence creaked as you jumped over it and landed on the woman's backyard. The backyard by itself was already creepy, with mostly dry dirt, grass that somehow looked like it hadn't seen a drop of water in weeks (even though it rained almost every day), and dry sticks lying around.

You smiled widely at the atmosphere, as Peter gulped nervously. He too was glad that it was pitch black outside, so you couldn't see his nervous face.

Peter stuck close to you, your hands brushing past each other several times, unbeknownst to each other, you both desperately wanted to hold the other's hand, but afraid of the other party's reaction, neither of you made any advances.

"It has a lock!" One of your friends whisper-yelled.

"Good thing I brought this." The other said, holding a pair of bolt cutters.

"Why the fuck did you bring that?" Peter asked.

"I came here before to check out the place." The man replied as he placed the bolt cutter in place.

"Of course you did..."

The old door fell open immediately, the lock was probably there because the door was too flimsy to even hold itself closed without a little help.

The four of you used your phones' flashlights to look around.

"Oh this shit's grim!" Peter said, disgusted.

There were about four tables and in each of them there was an animal pinned down and opened up. Against the wall in the back, there was a shelf full of taxidermy animals.

As you looked around, disgusted, you heard a sound.

"Who the fuck is there!?"

You turned off all lights you had and turned around, to find the old lady whom the animals belonged to, coming in the direction of the shack.

Before you could react, you felt someone pull you down. Peter hid under one of the tables, and pulled you down to hide with him before the lady saw you. When your best friend pulled on your arm he just meant for you to hide under there with you, but the extra strength you ended up falling on his lap, cuddled up to his chest, afraid to be caught, and he couldn't complain.

Peter held you tightly, and you heard his heart beat fast as you saw the old lady's feet pass right by the table you were hiding under. She scouted the room with a dim flashlight, and when she found nothing she just turned around and grunted.

"Aw shit, fucking kids breaking my lock again." The woman said, as she inspected the broken lock by the door "Gotta go get a new one."

"Let's go!" Peter told you, as he grabbed your wrist and dashed out the door.

You were pretty sure the other two had already managed to sneak out, as the only thing you heard in the street were the footsteps and giggles that belonged to the two of you.

Once you got to his front porch, you laid on the grass, you on top of him, laughing and breathing hard from the running.

"Okay fine, that was fun. Creepy but fun."

"See?"

Peter held your hips, as you looked each other in the eye. You often did things like that, and if a stranger saw you he'd assume you're a couple, but you never went past slight touches for some reason.

"So we can stop calling me 'innocent' and 'goody-two-shoes' now?" He asked.

You tapped your chin with your finger.

"Hmm, goody-two-shoes maybe, but innocent... Nope."

You got off of him and ran inside, before he could pin you down and punish you with tickles like he usually did.

"Come on! Why not?" He asked, as he followed you inside.

You stopped in your tracks, and turned around. You slowly walked towards Peter, and with every menacing step you took, Peter took one back, until his back was against the wall. You got closer and closer, until your noses touched and your tits were pressed against his chest.

Peter and his dick were very aware of your closeness, and if you were any other girl he would have pushed your face against the wall and fucked you into a good girl, but it was you, and for some reason you had always had a power stance over him, even when he got taller, stronger and bigger than you, and even when he started climbing walls.

"Because you always blush when I toy with you... You're so innocent and pure, it's cute." You whispered, as you traced his jawline.

You could see the way he gulped, and your thigh between his legs was definitely making it a lot harder not to say 'fuck it' and fuck you dumb.

His adorable nervousness was irresistible, and the words that left your mouth were unexpected, but deep down they were simply voicing something deeply hidden in you.

"Shit, one day I swear I'm gonna take your virginity or something, Parker..."

You both looked a little shocked by your one liner, you had teased him before, but never went as far as actually admitting to something. You tried giggling and playing it off as a joke, but Peter wouldn't let go of it so fast.

You were staying at his house for the week. Since you lived far away you no longer saw eachother as often as you wished, so whenever you got a week off, you spent time at his house.

The next couple of days were filled with very obvious sexual tension. Whenever you slept, you'd make sure to press your ass against his crotch, always earning breathy moans from Peter, whenever he passed by you, his lingering touches became cheekier, as his hand would slide down to your ass and stay there a second too long for a friend, and you always left your hand too high up on his thigh.

You were both playing it as if it was a game, unsure if either of you wanted more than just some light hearted teasing, a way to push each other to the limit.

"What are we gonna watch, Parker?" You asked, as you handed him the popcorn, and then bent your ass right up on his face, to grab the remote on the coffee table.

"I was thinking," he set the popcorn by his side, and pulled your ass (that was about to take a seat in the couch) onto his lap "you could choose a movie today, I'm out of ideas". "

You wiggled your ass to tease him, pretending you were adjusting yourself on his lap.

You nodded to his suggestion and picked a random movie, whose biography seemed good enough for a Wednesday afternoon.

The atmosphere became less tense as the two of you focused on the movie, and you became used to his hands that trailed up your shirt and drew mindless shapes on the skin of your stomach.

That is, until a sex scene came up. You had purposely chosen that movie to tease him. You pressed your ass harder against his semi-hard cock.

At some point, the main character was giving another character a blowjob, and you found a new idea to toy with Peter.

"Someone should show you what head feels like."

"Then do it."

His words echoed in the room, as you processed them. Peter couldn't handle the tension and teasing anymore, and in the heat of the moment, those words left his mouth without thinking.

You looked down at your lap, a little embarrassed that he actually retorted this time.

"Aw, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

He paused, and one of his hands gripped your neck so you'd look straight ahead.

"Where's all the teasing now? You're all talk, aren't you, princess?"

"I am not!" You defended.

"Well then," Peter said, rolling his hips up so you'd feel his rock hard cock against your ass "you know what to do."

This newfound Peter, confident and controlling, did something to you, it made you want to obey to every of his orders.

You climbed off his lap and got on your knees for him. God he loved the view, the confident, brave Y/N, his confident, brave Y/N kneeling in front of him, ready to do whatever he wanted.

You laid your head on his thigh, as you traced his hard cock with your index finger, before slippigg your hand inside his sweatpants and bringing it out.

You licked a long stripe from the base of his dick to the head, earning a deep groan from Peter. His hands formed a makeshift ponytail with your hair, holding it firmly in one hand, so he could see everything you did.

You took more and more of his length as your head bobbed up and down, with the aid of your hand that squeezed his length. You hollowed your cheeks and by the sound of it, Peter was enjoying it.

"Shit look at you, being so good for me..."

You felt the wetness between your legs spread,

Peter took off his shirt, and tugged on your hair, so your mouth would detach from his cock. Your breath was heavy and a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock.

"Who knew you could look even prettier..."

You blushed at the compliment. Peter tapped on his thigh and you sat down on him.

The man grabbed your jaw and pulled you towards him, so you could kiss him while he worked on removing your clothes.

Once you were fully naked, he parted from the kiss completely and ran his hands up and down your sides, as he admired all of you.

"So pretty, and all for me..." He said, as he kissed your breasts.

"Shit, Peter please!" You begged, as your hips needily rocked against his thigh.

"Well, since you've asked so nicely."

Peter flipped you around, so your face would be buried in the pillow of his sofa. He grabbed your wrists and held them togehter, behind your back.

He held his cock and ran it up and down your folds, collecting all of your juices.

"Shit-Peter don't tease me..."

He bent over so he could whisper in your ear.

"I should have you on your knees begging me to fuck you dumb. You're lucky I wanna fuck that pretty pussy right now."

Without uttering another word, he slammed into you. Your screams and moans of pleasure echoed in the house, as well as the dirty sounds of Peter fucking into you.

"Such a good girl, taking all of me so well."

Every praise got you closer and closer to the edge, and the impossible pace he trusted into you made it harder to contain yourself.

I'm gonna fuck you so well the next time you open that pretty little mouth will be to beg me for more, got it?"

"Shit-yes, yes Peter! Fuck you feel so good!"

Peter spanked your ass harshly, and that was all it took to send you over the edge. Your walls tightened around him and you came.

Your best friend came right after, shamelessly spilling inside of you, and then fucking his cum into you so it wouldn't spill.

He was breathing hard, and so were you. Peter picked you up and set you on his lap, so you could breathe properly and sit more comfortably.

"You OK? I might have been a little harsh..." He asked, kissing the spot under your ear as he fixed your hair.

"Don't get sappy on me now Parker, it was perfect."

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simplystevies · 2 years

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undress me

pairings || tom hardy x actress!reader

summary || sitting in an interview with your celebrity crush since you were a teenager, you feel his eyes undressing you.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, rpf, a pinch of angst, but it’s acting, public sex, tom is a flirty shit, messy kissing, tom gives reader a pearl necklace ;), fluff!!, swimming pool sex, unprotected sex, acting, pet names (darling).

note || @lipstickbisous @strwbrrybucky i hope you two enjoy this mwah mwah i love u both

wc || 1.9k

during your many years as an actress, you’ve made it pretty obvious who you liked or who you didn’t like. one thing you kept secret, was your love for your co-star tom hardy.

god, was he a man. when you found out you would be working on venom with him, you didn’t think you would ever recover.

standing in the same building as tom nearly had you on the floor passed out, but when he walked over to you, smiling widely with his hand out as he introduced himself your legs went weak and you struggled to keep yourself held up.

you returned the gesture and gave him a small smile, giving him your name. you didn’t want to open your mouth after “i’m y/n.” because there was no way you could hold yourself back from blurting your massive crush on tom.

working with the tom hardy was too much for you to handle. the day you found out you were kissing tom hardy, you could barely sleep for a week before.

“you ready?” tom was always so friendly and comfortable around you. you calmed down slightly, but jesus the butterflies were still full in your tummy anytime he spoke.

you took a deep breath before nodding. you two were waiting for the sign to go, which came quicker than you thought. “beck, come on, i can’t have you getting closer with venom.”

his acting was brilliant, you felt so much emotion. “i can’t leave you eddie, you mean too much to me.” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

“you mean so much to me too, you’re all i want, but i can’t have you, i don’t want to find out what would happen if you got closer to venom.” toms strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you into him.

you sighed against his shoulder, tears welling in your eyes. tom pulled away, grabbing your face. “no, no, no no no, come on, please don’t cry, i can’t see you cry.” tom pouted, wiping under your eyes.

you sniffled and shook your head. “i don’t want to leave you.” you whispered, looking into his eyes. tom smiled and nodded, leaning in slowly. you watched as he leaned in, moving in yourself.

tom’s lips connected to yours, in a soft, passionate kiss. you didn’t know if it was just you, but you felt some love in the kiss. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, his hands moving to your waist.

tom pulled away and placed his forehead against yours. “i’ll always love you, i’ll never forget you.” he was going off script. “you’re all i care about, and my top priority is keeping you safe.”

what was he doing? you looked into his eyes, clearly confused. “and if that means i have to leave, then so be it. i’d do anything to protect you.” at least he was staying in character… he’s staying in character right?

oh god all you needed now was tom to drop out of your life after you two finish shooting together. you nodded, sniffling again before kissing him once more.

“i love you, tom.” you whispered, sighing slightly. tom backed up a bit, a small smirk on his face. then it hit you. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you panicked, covering your mouth.

“and that would’ve been so perfect if you hadn’t.. confessed your love.” tom smirked, looking at andy serkis, the director. andy laughed and shook his head, stopping the camera and waiting for you two to prepare.

you two, eventually, buried the confession deep. you two were doing press conferences for venom, giving your own opinions and answering anything you could answer.

“so, i think the big question really is, are you two dating?” the interviewer asked. you felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head. “well, y/n did confess her love to me by accident during shooting.” tom smirked.

your eyes grew wide as you looked up at him. “oh my god, i cant believe you would throw me under the bus like that!” you gasped, covering your face. “did you actually?!” the interviewer seemed excited.

probably because he was getting exclusive information before anyone else. “listen! tom was going off script, and i got distracted and it just fell out!”

“she obviously had it on her mind.” tom rubbed his chin, a wide smile. you rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the question. the rest of the interview you felt toms eyes on you, constantly.

at your next conference, the question was brought up many times. “y’know, y/n is a wonderful girl and i would be so grateful to have her as my girlfriend, i’m already grateful to have her as my friend.”

tom defending you sent butterflies to your core, making you grip the chair slightly. “she’s just a great person overall, and having her here next to me is more than i could ever ask for.”

you bit your lip, wanting to jump his bones right then and there. during the interview, you felt tom burning holes into your body with his eyes. god, you needed him.

the wetness between your legs growing and growing. you grew scared to get up, you were scared that there was a wet patch at the back of your dress from how wet you were.

when you two connected eyes, you could tell what he wanted to do. he wanted the exact same thing as you did. once you took in his body, he was covering something on his lap.

you bit your lip and looked at the interviewer, trying to avoid eye contact with tom because you knew if you held it for too long you’d end up fucking him right then and there.

chewing on your lip, you felt toms foot tap yours. you smiled and tapped his back, a small gesture, but it meant everything to you. the small gesture confirmed every question in your head.

tom wanted you, the way you wanted him.

after the interview, you were in your hotel room, taking off your makeup and getting ready to go to bed.

a knock sounded through the room, making you get up and go to get the door. you open it to see tom smirking, roses in his hand. “i thought it was romantic.” he said, handing them to you.

you took them and smiled, kissing his cheek. “thank you tom, they are romantic.” you said, walking away from the door allowing him to walk in. “there’s um.. there’s swimming pool, if you’re interested.”

“it’s closed! it closed an hour ago.” you poured, putting the flowers in a vase. “you can get in anywhere if you’re famous enough.” tom smirked, shaking the keys in front of you.

you bit your lip and looked at him. “i have no—“ you started. tom shook his head and put his hand over your mouth. “bra and panties, i’m wearing my boxers.” he said.

a sigh left your lips before nodding. “let’s go then, hm? you better not disappoint.” you pointed at him, squinting your eyes. tom chuckled, grabbing your finger and pushing it down.

“when have i ever disappointed you?” he asked, acting fake offended. “well.. you aren’t the best kisser.” you lied, walking out with tom, who now had his hand on his chest and his jaw wide.

“i’m not a good kisser? wow.” he shook his head, pushing past you. while he was walking past, his hand landed on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. you gasped and slapped his hand.

tom bit his tongue as he laughed, making you smile. “little shit! don’t grab my ass.” you shoved his head, walking to the pool with him. tom smiled and started stripping once you two arrived at the pool.

the only light was from the pool, everything else was dark. you watched him pull off his shirt, revealing his tattoos. you bit your lip, looking him up and down.

“you gonna start getting ready to go in too?” tom asked, pulling down his pants. you nodded and started to pull off your shirt. eventually, the both of you were in your undergarments.

tom was the first in, gasping from the cold. “is it cold?” you asked, covering your chest with your arms. “freezing, but you’ll warm up.” tom nodded, pinching his nose.

you sat on the edge, testing the water with your feet. “come ooonnnn, don’t be laaaaaame.” tom pouted, swimming up to you. you shook your head and kicked some water at him.

tom groaned and shook his head. “okay, that does it!” he said in a mocking tone, grabbing your legs and pulling you in. you screamed before being dunked under the water.

you shot up, wiping your eyes and slapping toms chest. “i hate you so much!” you whined, continuing to wipe your eyes. tom pouted and moved your hands, wiping your eyes himself.

when he was finished, he held your face. “i’m sorry, accept my apology?” he asked, his pout growing bigger. you sighed and nodded, shaking your head. tom smiled and moved his hands to your thighs.

you looked into his eyes, confused. tom pushed you against the wall of the pool, holding you against it. you bit your lip, looking into his eyes. tom took a second before leaning in, his lips centimetres away from your lips.

a rush of ecstasy rushed through your body. toms lips pressed against yours, a small sigh leaving your body. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, your tongues playing with each other.

tom pulled away, his lips travelling down your neck. “i’m gonna make this fast.. and we can continue in your bedroom if you want, okay?” tom whispered, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

you nodded and allowed him pull off your panties. tom pulled down his boxers, quickly sliding into you. you gasped, grabbing toms shoulders and pulling him in. “okay, okay, you’re okay.” tom whispered.

you felt yourself slowly stretch around him. tom waited for you, kissing around your body while you two waited. you tapped his shoulder, signalling he could go. tom took the message and started to slowly thrust.

you cried out, tom was barely a second into fucking you and he was already hitting your g-spot. “fuck, tom!” you sobbed, throwing your head back. tom smiled and kissed your neck, marking you.

“you’re doing so good for me, darling, doing so so so well.” he whispered, speeding his the movement of his hips. your hands moved up to his hair, pulling on it roughly.

tom moaned, the noise going straight to your core. “come on, darling, you look so fucking beautiful.” tom mumbled, his hands squeezing your hips. you slowly moved your hips against him, adding more pleasure.

you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. “tom! oh god tom!” you cried, pulling on his hair. toms right hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

this added to the pleasure, sending you over the edge quickly. your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs tightened around toms waist as you released against him.

white flashes appeared in front of your eyes before you calmed down. “fuck, that was so good baby, i just gotta cum and then we can go, okay?” tom assured with you.

he hoped he wasn’t pushing you over the edge too far, so he had to ask before he kept going. you nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck as he started to thrust again.

this time, you started to realise that the water was splashing all over you two, making you both ten times more wet than before. “fuck.. fuck.. fuck!” tom moaned, releasing inside of you.

you sighed and leaned your head back at the feeling of tom releasing inside of you, enjoying it as long as it lasted. “i love you.” tom whispered, his head falling onto your chest.

you smiled and lifted his head. “i love you too.” you said, kissing him softly. tom smiled and pulled away, helping you out of the pool. once you two were dressed, tom carried you bridal style back to your bedroom where you both had the night of your lives.

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