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blacksta4 · 10 months

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MY GODDDDDDS

lights, camera… action — hobie brown

hobie's got a thing for the camera. he can't stop starting his timer and setting his phone up on his dresser against his albums, lens pointed at the end of his messy bed. sat down on the edge, sweats pulled down just enough to free his already-hard cock drooling pre-cum, he gives his camera another show.

he gives you another show.

the first stroke is his favorite, when he finally gets to touch his dick in a video he knows you'll cum to, painted nails toying with your pussy that he knows so well he can see behind his closed eyelids.

leaning back on one hand on his bed, ruffled black comforter framing his brown skin beautifully, he spits into his palm, looking up through his eyelashes with low eyes fixed on himself on the screen. "look a mess, playin' with myself for a camera," he chuckles, bringing his slick hand to wrap around his aching cock.

he looks the opposite of a mess, though, low lights in his room making his skin glow, illuminating his big, pretty cock for his and your eyes. wet hand sliding up and down his cock, his hips jerk up, chasing the pleasure he gives himself.

his toned stomach caves in, the hand that’s holding him up starts to shake as he finds his sweet pace, the one that has him cumming fast and hard. “fuck, feel s’good,” he grits, eyes finding the camera again as another fucked-out laugh rumbles through him.

he shakes his head at the image of himself, slim fingers wrapped around his long cock, eyes low and heavy, mouth open and panting, desperate sounds escaping him. slowing down, he brings his hand to wrap around his thick base, squeezing just a little. he slaps his cock against his stomach, purring, “can’t cum too fast, gotta make it worth it, make it good.”

he wants to make it good for you. he always does.

he leans farther on his other hand, stroking his cock again, slowly, shuddering out a moan with closed eyes. he works his way up, cursing and groaning, until he throws his head back with a pretty little whine, slick thumb swiping slow over his messy tip.

he focuses on his tip, now, hips jerking at the stimulation, eyes fixed on where he works himself. “‘m so desperate, need to feel good, need you t’watch me make myself feel good.” he confesses, whimpered words that you knew to be true already. his talk sends shivers down his own spine, the thought that you’ll enjoy his slurred words bringing him closer to spilling all over his hand.

“fuckfuckfuck,” he whines, far beyond moans and groans, fucked out and pleasure-full. hips jerking into his hand, fingers adorned with rings gripping his sheets.. he’s close. “can’t believe ‘m close already, god ‘m just a slut, jerkin’ myself for a fuckin’ video. but i’m your slut, ‘m yours.”

he’s rambling, perverted thoughts slipping to memories of you jerking him off, skilled hand wrapped around his aching cock, purring praises into his ear, other hand roaming his body while you litter kisses anywhere you can reach in between porn-worthy words. “‘m gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over myself, jus’ for you. wish you were here to watch, t’make me cum instead.”

now, with thoughts of you flitting through his mind, he cums, gritting out jumbled up letters, from wishing you were here, to knowing you’d make him feel so much better, to plans of letting you jerk him when he sees you again.

regaining his breath, he can’t help but laugh again, eyes fixed on the mess he made of himself. he brings his hand to his chest, swirling his fingers around in his cum, depraved and disgusting. hazy eyes finding the camera, one of the only witnesses to his depravity, with a wicked smile on his face, leaning back on both arms now, he speaks, blissed and nasty.

“see you next time.”

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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please don’t hold me responsible for my actions i’m a brunette

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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I am such a liar why the HELL would I say I’d start writing again just to not 🤗😘 I’m working on drafts thi

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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xavier 100% whimpers.

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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Imagine Xavier begging you to have sex.

It’s late at night and he texted you to meet upstairs where the school balcony is. You agree, desperate to see him after days of barely any interactions due to busy schedules. When you get there, he has a smug smile on his face, hands in his pockets as he glances at you through his eyelashes. His foot is bouncing and you think he’s just nervous to see you after so long so, you confidently stride over.

However, some of your initial boldness dissipates into thin air the moment your arms circle around him and he places his large hands on your butt. You’re standing on the tip of your toes and pull away just slightly, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I missed you. Missed you so fucking much,” he explains and wastes no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, plush lips nibbling at the soft flesh and licking your jugular. “You have no idea,” he continues, one of his hands sneaking under your sweater so he can feel the smooth skin of your back.

Your reciprocate the feelings, basking in his love and attention and letting him maneuver you just the way he wants it. Which is why you end up in his lap while he sits in a wooden, spider webbed chair. His green eyes bore into yours, his beautiful features illuminated by the moon and you trace his sharp jaw, all the while he smiles at you.

“Kiss me,” he murmurs, right hand on your breast under your bra.

You oblige and let your tongue caress his, swallowing his adorable and needy whimpers that’s he’s held in for way too long. You don’t expect him to place a hand on the back or your head when you were about to pull away for air but you let him force his lips onto yours for a little longer nonetheless. It only takes about an extra minute of his tongue down your throat before you feel a bulge on your clothed cunt and it’s obvious that hearing you moan and struggle for air like that has gotten him rock hard.

“Can I fuck you right here? Please,” he begs close to your lips, sneaking the hand from the back of your head down to your crotch. He wastes no time in fiddling with your skirt until his shaky fingers are under it and tugging at the hem of your panties. He sighs when he feels the warmth of your pussy, a knot forming in his stomach. “You’re already wet, shit. Let’s just - let’s just do it right here. Nobody will notice.” When you don’t seem too convinced, he feels the need to add. “Wanna see you bounce on my dick. Wanna feel you getting stuffed. Please, just…” he stops, out of breath as he inserts a finger into you. “Oh god I missed this.”

He’s always been quite vocal but never like this, never so descriptive of how he wants you. It took you off guard but you went with the flow, nodding along and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans to pull his dick out of the confinement of his underwear. The cold air hitting the tip of his dick makes him hiss and the way you stroke his length makes his gasp, the air getting caught in his throat as his mouth parts into a silent ‘o’.

“Let me put it in. Can’t take it anymore,” he desperately says and makes you sit up just slightly, your hips over his thighs as he guides you up by your left ass cheek.

When his dick aligns with the entrance of your cunt, he looks up at you with anticipation written all over his face. And, then, he gently maneuvers you down on his cock, almost gurgling on his spit when your pussy lips finally touch the base of his penis.

“You’re full of me now,” he sighs and waits for you to move, having enough self-control to let you adjust to him. It pains him, however, and you can see small droplets of sweat forming on his temples. It makes you smile, really - how affected he is, how aroused and pained he can be. “You’re laughing at me, huh?” He asks, a tint of pink covering his features as he realizes that you’ve taken notice of his desperation. “It’s not my fault you’ve blue-balled me for days,” he whines and pushes into you, hinting that he needs you to move.

You take the hint and start bouncing on his cock and he wastes no time in gripping your ass cheeks, assisting your moves by doing so. He kneads and parts your ass, the action allowing you to take him in fully and making him sigh with every little bounce. He’s consistently groaning or whimpering as you ride him but it only gets worse when you wrap your hand around his bun and tug on his hair just slightly. He’s on cloud nine by that point, eyes rolling in the back of his head and it takes a few seconds before he regains some strength and starts fucking into you from underneath at full strength. It leaves you incapable of doing anything, only letting yourself get impaled on his dick over and over again.

“Stand up. Put your hands on the wall, please.” An angel even when asking you to change positions.

He crouches down once you’re standing up with your back facing him and he parts your cheeks before licking a long stripe from your pussy to your ass. Your taste is intoxicating, making him groan and stand up in a swift movement, pumping his cock before pushing back into your sopping cunt. Gripping your butt, he uses it as leverage to push you back and forth on his cock. He grunts when he sees his length leaving your pussy, all covered in your juices that shine in the dim-lit balcony. The sight makes him go feral, taking him closer to the edge and he knows he has to take care of you before it’s too late.

Which is why his arm circles around your stomach until the pads of his fingers touch your clit. He moves them in frantic circle motions, all the while pounding into you from behind. He manages to focus on your pleasure for now, trying so hard to make you cum on your dick. He knows it will be an instant gratification for him anyway, your pussy clenching around him in ways that will make him choke on his spit. And that is exactly what you deliver, trembling in his hold that he has to keep you up, free hand on your hip to keep you standing while shaking through your orgasm. It leaves him breathless.

“That’s it. That’s right… cum around me,” he babbles, vision clouded by his own impending orgasm.

He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but picks up his pace as soon as you stop trembling, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds until he explodes.

“Mouth?” He whispers, indirectly begging you to offer him your mouth.

You agree without any doubt whatsoever, kneeling in front of him while he strokes his veiny cock, tip furiously red. His lips are pouty, his brows furrowing while strands of silky brown hair cover his face as he stands tall over you. And, then, he finally cums, loving the sight of your pretty eyes locking with his while your tongue is out and waiting for his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs while fisting his dick a few more times, admiring the droplets of cum spurting on your slick muscle.

He’s even more enamored while watching you take him in your mouth to clean off any remaining sperm, letting out a lazy smirk and stroking your hair lovingly. And, once you’re back on your feet, he gives you the sweetest kiss, holding you tightly until the air leaves your lungs.

“Come sleep with me. I can sneak you in.”

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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mirror sex+squirting+peter equals perfection

Maybe if this was the math I had to do, I would have enjoyed the subject more. 18+ this is dirty (Tiny dash of Daddy kink)

"Look up," Peter tugged your hair again, forcing your head up. Your eyes met your reflection in the mirror.

To put it bluntly, the sight was pornographic. You were on your hands and knees while Peter was railing you from behind.

"Wanna see that pretty face when you come," Peter grunted, thrusting deeper into you.

Your body rocked forward. You grasped the sheets, trying to station yourself on the bed. For a brief moment, your eyes faltered away from the mirror.

The sensation of Peter's hand beginning to tighten it's grip around your ponytail brought your eyes back up. They trailed upwards, landing on Peter's reflection.

The sight left you breathless, if that was even possible. His other hand was firmly on one of your hips, gripping the flesh.

Peter's head was tilted down. Through the whisps of hair that had fallen over his forehead, you could see his brow knitted in concentration. His teeth were pulling the corner of his bottom lip. You could see the flex in his biceps as he thrusted into you.

You felt like you were looking at a Renaissance painting in motion. Peter's head tilted back up, his lips quickly forming into a smirk upon his honey glazed eyes meeting yours widened ones.

"Touch yourself," He ordered.

You slowly lifted up a hand, your eyes never leaving the mirror. A gasp escaped as your fingers met your clit.

Peter leaned down, his chest hovering over your arched back.

"Don't stop, okay baby?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head, your mind barely processing his words.

Your other hand gripped the sheets in anticipation of your impeding orgasm.

Peter leaned back, sitting on the lower half of his legs. He pulled you back too. The new position allowed him to thrust deeper inside of you.

You felt a hand wrap itself around your throat. You could feel the cool metal of his wedding and engagement ring against your skin.

You looked back at the mirror. The sight of his cock thrusting in and out of you brought you to the blink. You still remembered his words about not stopping.

You collapsed against his chest, the sensation of his hand around your throat, combined with coming around his cock too much.

You could hear him grunting, a sign he was close. You felt something wet and sticky on your inner thighs.

"Aww, look at you, squirting all over my cock," He whispered in your ear, his tone nearly mocking. He gripped your throat again, his rings providing a different kind of pressure.

"Don't stop touching yourself. Wanna see if I can make ya come again."

You followed his orders.

"Ya like it when I fuck you like a slut?"

"Y-yes," you managed to get out in gasps, "W-want y-you to fill me up. Please, D-Daddy."

"Fuck," he grunted, thrusting into you one more time before emptying himself out inside you. Peter's reaction confirmed the suspicion you had about that nickname.

"I think you like the mirror," Peter chuckled.

"I think you like being called Daddy," You remarked back. Peter titled his head down to pepper your jawline with kisses.

"Another successful, informative session," He grinned, earning a laugh out of you.

"Don't forget messy. We need to wash these sheets," You reminded him, motioning to the very evident wet spot on the bedsheets.

"We should also wash ourselves," Peter sighed, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You might have to carry me to the shower."

"No problem ladybug." Before you knew it, Peter was carrying you-bridal style- to the bathroom. Through your giggles, you could feel his lips pressing against your forehead.

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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Summertime and Sundresses

Summary: it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind.

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, afab reader, dom/sub elements, choking, slight voyeurism, Peter being a horny mess. I’ve never written smut before so uh yeah.

@agnesamarantheastwood @decadentpaperduck @phoebe-danvers @vigilvntes if I forgot anyone I am so sorry

“Babe, come on! We’re going to be late!”

You had to laugh. A few months ago, getting Peter to come to the farmers market with you was like pulling teeth. Now it was his favorite part of his and your Saturday plans.

Saturdays were devoted to the two of you. No work, no Spider-manning (as you liked to say). Just you and Peter. Sometimes you spent the day running errands, sometimes you spent it lazing around the apartment you shared. What you did never mattered, what mattered was that you got to spend time with the most amazing man you knew.

Even if he was being impatient.

It was the dead of summer in New York City. Which mean that by one in the afternoon, it was going to be hotter than Satan’s ass crack. The two of you had several errands to run

You noticed the sundress out of the corner of your eye. You had brought it on a whim, after seeing it in one of those ’25 viral pieces of clothing you have to buy!’ articles on the internet. You knew deep down that those brands had paid the website to be on the list, but damn if that dress didn’t look cute. It was white and had your favorite flowers splashed throughout the dress, with tortoise buttons from top to bottom.

You slipped it on and headed into the living room, ready to start your day with Peter.

“Babe come on, if we don’t leave now, the empanada stand is going to run-“ Peter stopped when you entered the living room.

“-out.”

Holy shit.

He’d never seen you in a sundress. He didn’t know how that was possible, after dating for you several years. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sights he had ever seen.

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

“S-She’s…. go-going to love whichever one we bring babe,” He stuttered through. He really felt like a teenager again and not an almost thirty-year old.

You lowered the bouquets, raising an eyebrow, “Are you okay? Is the heat getting to you? You’re sweaty.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Just need…need to go to the bathroom.” Maybe if he splashed his face with water, he could focus. Or maybe the smell from the portables would do it.

“Again? Also the bathrooms are rancid, are you sure you want to go in there?” You asked as you put a bouquet back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll be right back y/n.” Normally he’d kiss you on the cheek or forehead but not this time. He was too busy running his shaking fingers through his hair and biting his lip, almost like he was-

Oh.

You had heard the joke. That sundresses to men were what rolled up sleeves were to women. Well, Peter just proved that it wasn’t a joke, it was an actual thing, a thing he was experiencing right now. Your boyfriend was turned on by just what you were wearing. You had done nothing intentional to turn him on.

At least, not yet.

You still had several errands that needed to be done before the two of you could go home. And you were determined to have some fun with this.

Turning Peter on was incredibly easy. Mostly because it was things that shouldn’t turn him on. Running your hand through your hair, stretching your arms, which caused you to stick out your chest. Even just reaching up to hold onto the railing while on the subway got him flustered.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from doing more intentional acts. You may or may not have stuck your ass out more than needed when you had to kneel to check the price of something. You may or may not have also tied your hair back so that your neck and collarbones were always on display. After years of dating, you knew Peter had a thing for marking you.

You couldn’t lie, Peter was simultaneously adorable and hot right now. His stuttering, running his hand through his hair, and hardly being able to make eye contact brought back so many memories of when you first met him. At that time, you were stunned someone so attractive was so nervous talking to you. Even to this day, sometimes you still had a hard time believing it. Believing that someone so amazing, so handsome, so incredible was attracted to you.

But it was times like these where you weren’t just aware of that fact, you were relishing in it.

Which is what gave you the confidence to slip off one of your undergarments while you were in the bathroom. You had suggested that the two of you stop by to grab some coffee and sit down to rest for a bit. You were almost done with your errands, you just had to a few things from your favorite deli.

You may or may not have suggested this specific place because they have long tablecloths that reached the floor.

“You good, bunny?” You couldn’t stop the grin on your face once you heard his nickname for you. Apparently, it had to do with the fact that one of the first things he noticed about you was how your nose would scrunch up when you laughed, like ‘a cute little bunny’.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You said as you sat down, gripping the sides of your dress so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

“So…. after this, we just have one more errand to do, right?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea. His hands had stopped shaking but making eye contact with you was still difficult-which alerted you that yes, he was still turned on. You toyed with the table cloth, pulling it so that your lap and legs were covered by it.

“We do! After that we can go home and do….whatever,” or whoever.

You reached your purse and started to fish out your chapstick. You found it-finally-only for the tube to slip out of your fingers and roll under the table.

A total accident.

“Babe,” you looked up through your eyelashes, “Can you get that please? I don’t want to flash the whole place.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t know yet how much you would have shown the café.

His brown eyes widen before he could mumble a mix of ‘yeahs’ and ‘sures’. He bent down to put his head under the tablecloth. As he did so, you couldn’t help but grin as you spread your legs.

Peter Parker knew he was not subtle when it came to how much he liked you. He nearly ran into a wall when he first met you because he could not stop staring.

You, on the other hand, had gotten much bolder when it came to making it known that you wanted Peter.

As soon as he ducked under the table, the scent hit him. He’d recognized it anywhere, as it was his favorite scent. It was your arousal, but why could he smell it here-

Oh. Fuck.

Well, that would explain it. Your legs were spread wide open and somehow you no longer had on underwear.

Peter had a feeling you knew how much this sundress turned him on. Now he had confirmation that yes, you not only knew but were teasing him about it. His eyes were burning into your exposed core and if you weren’t in a public place, he’d had no issue burying his face in between your thighs.

“You good babe?” You asked innocently from above.

Peter gripped the chapstick, taking one last look before he got out from the table. He placed the chapstick on the table, with a bit more force than usual. There you were, smiling away as if you had no idea what he had just saw when you totally did.

Fuck being a responsible adult, Peter needed to fuck you now.

“Yeah,” He grunted out, “All good. We need to go home. Now.”

You titled your head to the side, feigning confusion, “But we have to-“

“We’re going home now.” His eyes were dark and narrow. It felt like they were burning a hole through you.

“Okay,” You said, smiling before you took another sip of your iced coffee. You considered arguing, prolonging your teasing. But with how he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you right then and there, made your reconsider.

Peter’s arm never left your waist the whole way home. You could feel his long fingers gripping the hem of your dress, most likely to ensure that you didn’t flash anyone. It also had to do with how horny he was right now.

You walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, slower than usual. You knew it wouldn’t be long before Peter had his way with you, so you were determined to enjoy your teasing while it lasted.

“We should put the produce away first. Do you still have the video about installing the shower head-“

A large hand snuck up from the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. You looked up to see Peter there, pupils blown and a hungry look on his face.

“Bedroom. Now.” He grunted. You nodded your head as he walked you to the bedroom, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as soon as the door opened. You nodded and began to grab the hem of your dress to begin taking it off.

“Keep it on.” Oh. Okay then.

You walked over to bed you shared with him, sitting down. The look on his face was nothing but devious and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

You loved how sweet and gentle Peter was with you. But you also loved when he was desperate and rough.

He leaned over and in that moment, you felt so small. He gripped your shoulders, pushing you back so you were lying down. You then felt his hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your dress.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your core when he hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing how soaked you were.

“Someone’s been a fucking tease,” he whispered as he traced his fingers along your thighs. He leaned over, his face inches away from yours. You didn’t dare move, not unless he told you to.

“See, my original plan was to just fuck you,” you felt his fingers get closer and closer to your soaked cunt, “But after that little stunt you just pulled?”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “I’m going to wreck you.”

Without warning, his fingers were filling up your cunt, curling just so to hit that sweet spot. You were already an incoherent, rambling mess which should have had you worried considering Peter had just started.

“You like being a fucking tease?” You felt his other hand tighten around your throat. You did your best to nod, which was hard with how relentless his fingers were on your cunt right now.

“C’mom bunny, use your words,” his fingers stilled inside of you, keeping you filled but not giving you what you needed. His grip on your throat loosen, enough to make it easier to talk.

“I-I like being your tease, Peter,” you got out, praying it was what he wanted to hear.

He smirked, “that’s right, you are mine bunny.” God, you hated that nickname when he first started calling you that, and now it was getting you even more wet.

Peter’s hand left your throat and trailed down to meet his other hand. His fingers began moving once again, in and out of you. You then felt another finger drawing circles on your clit.

Your back arched as you moaned obscenities, which was probably going to get you another complaint from the neighbors but at this moment you didn’t care. You were too focused on the knot in your stomach that was building and building

“Peter.”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at you, his hands still working on your pussy. Fuck, why was he so hot?

“I-I’m c-close,” you buried your head into the pillow, bracing yourself for what would happen next. It wasn’t your first time getting punished for teasing Peter.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, you were empty, his fingers gone. You bit your lip, knowing better than to whine at the loss of contact. Even though your eyes were closed, the sound of the bottle of lube opening told you everything you needed to know.

“Look at me,” you opened your eyes to find Peter hovering over you. He had one hand on his leaking cock, which was lined up at your entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You Peter, I want you.”

He chuckled, “I’m right here. You gotta be more specific bunny.”

Your whole body felt like it was going into heat. Your mind was racing through a million different thoughts, though they all had to do with just how badly you wanted Peter to fuck you.

“I want….I want your cock inside of me. Please, please, fuck me, please.”

Peter chuckled, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

Before you could say anything, he began pushing inside of you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Your back arched as he fully buried his cock inside of you. Your hands reached from him, grabbing onto whatever part of his body you could get. Peter rested his forehead on yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

“This okay baby?” He whispered, dropping the facade for a moment. No matter how heated things got, the last thing Peter wanted to do was hurt you.

You nodded your head, “please…please move.”

“If you insist,” he began to pull out, almost all the way before he slammed his hips into yours.

“Fuck! Peter!” He felt amazing, you never wanted it to end.

“Fuck bunny, always so tight for me,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His pace was relentless and you loved that all you could do was just lie there and take it.

Peter gripped your thighs as he leaned back, adjusting so he was now on his knees. The change in position allowed him to spread your legs apart even more. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you open on his cock. You were going to feel this for the next few days but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers in before you could get a word out. You moaned around his digits, sucking on them as best you could.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had been horny all day. Which was why he was done with teasing you and now focused on getting you to finish. He was generous like that.

Totally didn’t have anything to do with how your cunt got even tighter whenever you came.

The fingers left your mouth. You then felt them rubbing your clit, eliciting even more obscenities from your mouth.

“You gonna tighten up for me?” You nodded your head. Between the pressure he was placing on your clit and him rutting into you hard, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

That knot building in your stomach finally unraveled, hitting you all at once. Your walls contracted around his cock, as if your pussy was desperately trying to keep it from leaving you. He never stopped his movements, which prolonged your orgasm.

“Peter, please, come inside of me,” you whimpered. All you could focus on was how good it was going to feel when he filled you up.

It didn’t take long. You already felt amazing, but when you came around Peter’s cock, you felt incredible.

Within a few more thrusts, you heard him groan, which was a sign. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up with his seed. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you.

The two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. You snuck a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as he placed gentle kisses along your now very marked neck.

“You should wear sundresses more often,” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“Noted,” you laughed, “I’ll order some more.”

“Can…can I help you pick them out?” He asked shyly. It was hard to believe that the guy who just fucked you senselessly was now nervous to ask if he could pick out clothing for you. But that was one of the many things you loved about Peter.

“Of course you can,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Cool,” he paused, “I was looking some up while you were in the bathroom at the cafe.”

You let out a laugh, “if you’re going to fuck me like that, I’ll wear them for the rest of summer.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time y/n.”

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blacksta4 · 1 year

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RIDICULOUS; THE MASTERPOST

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genre: graphic smut, fluff and romance, college au with a blond peter parker, and slight enemies to lovers

warnings: nsfw, 18+ smut, parties, hookups, and use of drugs

summary: your disdain for peter grows when he dyes his hair blond, but the same disdain quickly turns into desire after an eventful night.

ridiculous

extremely ridiculous

COMING SOON

tags; (search these in my blog for more about the series!)

➟ this is ridiculous - story stuff and misc

➟ our blond baby peter - thirst stuff and misc

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blacksta4 · 2 years

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Ok but,,,, hazy high sex with Dylan, fumbling and lazy and slow but good, lots of touching and pressing close, Dylan mumbling about how good you feel

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

disclaimer: never smoked before, hope this is believable

based on the new fan photo of Dylan our fan said shopping LA this week and they said he was "in the clouds"

warning: 18+

You laughed lightly as you felt his beard against your neck as he nuzzled into you. Dylan had come home from being with friends and the moment he saw you lying in bed, he moved to crawl in with you. Right away you were able to smell him and knew that he was high, along with his eyes barely being open.

Dylan's hands slowly moved along your body before settling at your chest - his larger hand cupping your tit over the thin shirt you were wearing.

"I'm guessing you had a good time?" You smiled while running your hand over his hair. His hair was soft against your hand now that it was slightly grown out.

A slow and lazy smile spread across Dylan's face as he pulled back and stared down towards you.

"Could say that..." His voice was deep and slow as he spoke, "Smoked, went to the shopping center, Mike dropped me off after we got some food."

As he spoke Dylan's fingers moved over your nipple, teasing it through the shirt you were wearing, causing it to pebble. You moaned softly as your nails scratched along his scalp slightly. Dylan moaned and leaned into your hand as his hand moved down your body slowly.

"...Baby..." He whispered before moving to hover over you more, his lips barely touching yours as his hand moved under your shirt. Dylan's touch was warm against your skin as his head dipped back down to your neck leaving wet open-mouth kisses.

You began to whimper and moan beneath him as you felt the ache between your legs start to grow. The room felt a little hotter than it did before. Dylan moved to tease along with the band of your shorts before slowly pulling them down.

His movements were slow along with his touches being soft.

Dylan moaned as he settled between your legs, those open kisses moving to your inner thigh. You gasped and whimpered slightly with each press of his lips.

"Fuck," Dylan moaned, drawing the word out slightly, word slurred. "You smell so good...need a taste."

A soft mewl came from your parted lips as Dylan's tongue moved against your slit. You seemed to melt against his tongue as he tasted you, or at least that's how it felt to him. Dylan's fingers gripped along your thighs as he tasted you. Your hand gripped at his hair and pulled at it the closer he drew you to the edge. Sitting up more you rested against the pillows behind you as you watched him. Every once and a while his whiskey eyes met with yours from between your legs. The scratch of his stubble caused a slight amount of pain that added to the pleasure.

Just as you were about to fall over the edge, Dylan pulled back, smirking down towards you with your arousal on his swollen lips. His tongue peeked out and ran along his lower lip, moaning as he tasted you again. You looked up towards him in your own haze.

Moving forward you reached for the bottom of his hoodie and pulled it up over his head, as Dylan fumbled to unbuckle his jeans. The two of you laughed and giggled together as the two of you bumped and knocked against each other trying to remove the rest of your clothing.

Your hand rested against his chest and pushed him down against the cool sheet before straddling him. Dylan closed his eyes as he felt you sink down around him - wet and tight around his cock. The moment he was fully inside of you, making you feel full, you just sat there for a moment. The two of you panting with your breaths mixing between the two of you.

"...that's it, baby," Dylan whispered as his hands moved down to grab your ass as your hips began to move against him.

The two of you moved together slow and tenderly. Your hand moved against his chest as his continued down your thigh.

Your moans were soft and each time Dylan heard one, it only made him drive his hips up towards you a little harder. You laid across his chest and kissed along his neck and jaw.

"Dylan," His name left your lips in a sigh as you felt the tension start to build between your legs. The erotic sound of the two of you fills the room along with moans.

Dylan wraps his arm around your waist before moving you beneath him, his hips pressing tighter against you, driving his cock deep inside of you. You gasped slightly and gripped at his bicep as he fucked your harder and deeper.

"...so good, so fucking good," Dylan moaned into your ear. "Can feel you, baby...let go...let me feel you."

Dylan's hand moved between the two of you and lazily rubbed at your clit. Your moans became louder with each deep stroke of his cock. You knew that you'd fall over soon as your toes curled. Dylan's thrusts became more erratic with each pull of his hips, his breathing becoming labored.

Your name left his lips like a soft prayer with his body pressed tightly to yours. Your legs wrapped around him and pulled him in tighter as the two of you fell over the edge, moaning as you felt the slight twitch of his cock.

The two of you lay there in silence for a moment as Dylan pressed his lips against your shoulder. You hummed at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

"Wanna stay right here," Dylan spoke as he pulled back to smile down towards you.

"Oh you're not going anywhere," You smirked and locked your legs around him.

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