dontsaypetertingle

[dontsaypetertingle]

Jesus...

only shallow — p.p

♡ pairing — tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

♡ summary — peter has y/n touch herself in front of a mirror to have her see just how pretty she is, and of course to see the mess she makes.

♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), pwp, praise kink, masturbation in front of a mirror, light choking

♡ a/n — please please please tell me what you think! fill me with praise, please and thank you :’) <33

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

She was perched upon his lap, ass pressed hotly against his groin and her thighs were bent at the knees, parted crudely to hook over his own. The arousal that pooled in the crotch of her panties was seeping, the fabric saturated completely and soaking straight through to his jeans.

The whole escapade had her reeling and writhing, squirming desperately against his chest, though her glassy gaze never shied away from the mirror that sat in front of them, floor length and leaning meticulously against the wall — reflecting the both of them so hotly.

“That’s it, pretty girl-” he cooed, reddened, puffy lips grazing at her throat and nipping at the flesh with his teeth before lolling his tongue over the mark he had inflicted. “watch yourself.”

Long fingers teased the elastic of her underwear, the pretty, pink cotton soaked through and see-through, the constant surges of arousal had her clit thumping and throbbing, just begging to be touched and played with.

“So pretty, don’t y’think?”

He had her babbling incoherently, barely even touching her and she gripped tightly at his forearms for some sort of stability.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do-” He spoke, barely above a whisper, tongue teasingly flicking against the shell of her ear. “you’re gonna touch yourself for me-”

Y/n sucked in an inward breath; sharp and shaky — overwhelmed completely by the sticky feeling between her thighs, not to mention the way he felt her up, something she was sure wouldn’t feel anywhere near as good if she did it herself.

“Pete, please- I—”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, a single brow cocked and she watched him desperately, his lips parted so deliciously she inwardly crooned to push her tongue against his. “let me finish.”

Peter’s calloused hand had wrapped around her throat, with no pressure at first, but he slowly pressed the tips of his fingers a little tighter against the sides of her throat — squeezing just enough to have her pay attention and keep her gaze on his through that mirror — to have her sit still and listen to him like a good girl.

“You’re gonna touch yourself and see how much of a mess you make — give me a little show,” his hips rutted against her at the thought. “-and then after I might just fill you up. How does that sound, baby?”

Poor y/n found it hard to concentrate. She could feel his cock — stiff and prominent through his jeans, pearly beads of pre-cum more than likely staining his briefs and her mouth salivated and drooled pathetically at the thought.

Maybe if she was good, she thought — if she did exactly what he told her and touched herself while gazing at her own reflection, she would get to have him in her mouth.

“Come on, I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Pete- sounds so good.”

He sponged a chaste little kiss upon the roundness of her cheek, once, twice, three times before humming in approval, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against her back.

“Good girl,” he patted at her thigh, “such a good girl.”

A shiver rushed down her spine, a whine getting caught in her throat but she managed to hold it back.

She trailed a hand to her mound, cupping it lazily before flicking her eyes to his.

“C-can I?”

“Course you can, pretty girl-” mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck, suckling on a patch of skin, just to watch it bloom and bruise. “good girl for asking.”

So, as she began to slip her shaking fingers beneath the band of her underwear, he took his own fingers to stretch the fabric that covered her to the side — revealing her clenching and dripping pussy, the air cool against the arousal that oozed and spread along her folds.

“There you go,” he cooed, eyes ever-darkening and pupils blown, the sight of her bare and impossibly wet had him clutch his bottom lip between his teeth. “You see that? See how pretty you are?”

Y/n was whimpering, two fingers running through her sopping folds before circling her peaked clit. Her hips bucked and rutted into her own hand, gaze stuck solely on Peter and his swarming eyes — that pretty mouth of his parted and his unoccupied hand trailed along her stomach before stroking and kneading at her clothed tits (the other hand still clutching the crotch of her panties and pulling it to the side — just to give her a little helping hand).

“Look at you, makin’ such a mess of yourself-” her fingers went faster, circling that engorged clit of hers with three fingers, so near to unraveling from his utterly dirty words alone. “see what I get to play with, hm? Such a pretty pussy.”

She was nodding so exuberantly, her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her with little resistance and pumping with a fervent pace. But god, her own fingers weren’t enough— they couldn’t reach that spot so deep inside her like Peter’s could. How she wished they were his fingers and not her own.

“Peter, please- need your help,” she whined, fingers slowing and growing tired, but the heat and throbbing between her thighs never ceased. “make me cum. Please!”

“Come on, baby, be a good girl for me,” he pressed another kiss to her cheek. “told you, didn’t I. If you’re a good girl and do as I say, I’ll fill you up nice and good.”

Y/n pouted at him through the mirror.

“I’ll be a good girl, I swear- just need more.”

Pete chuckled before pressing the pads of his fingers against her clit, almost immediately causing a breathy moan to erupt from her throat. He was circling it with a delectable pace, flicking it slightly with his middle finger before pinching it between his digits.

“Good girl.” He was cooing praises in her ear, egging her on and watching her flex and scissor her fingers inside herself — just chasing that delicious orgasm, growing nearer and nearer. “My pretty girl about to cum, hm? That’s it, make a mess for me.”

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[dontsaypetertingle]

Ugh the Mac Miller... the Andrew gif.... THE FIC.... holy shit dude this is a work of art...

god is fair, sexy nasty

minors DNI pls. 18+ 

summary: after a drink or two, you try to pick a fight with peter parker. he doesn’t really like to argue. 

pairing: tasm peter parker x reader

content: nsfw, angry sex, oral fixation, orgasm delay, tipsy sex. asshole peter parker 

authors note: i never post smut that i write pls be kind i am crying internally. idk if this even makes sense i just have brain rot . 

  High school parties in New York were way different than what it looks like in the movies. But it’s hard to deny a time like this, when it’s warm during finals week, and all of your friends are talking about the party at Flash Thompson’s house — it’s the perfect weather for it, after all. And besides, who doesn’t want to relieve some stress after a really long week at Midtown? 

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temporary fix | p. peter (18+)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT

pairing - tasm! peter parker x female reader

synopsis - peter is willing to be anything for you, even if all you need is a temporary fix

see also - in which you are partnered with peter for a project but find yourself studying something else

warnings - unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, choking kink etc.

notes - i am filth. also thank @scomphh for the Inspo! uhm yeah so basically andrew garfield has me in a chokehold and this will definitely be one of the dirtiest things I've written, therefore if you're a minor DNI, at all, seriously

ALSO, ALL CHARACTERS ARE IN COLLEGE. AND OVER 18

tagging - @wint3r-h3art @softholand @tmholland @taissafarmigasgirlfriend

Chemistry was not your thing.

Sure, you could handle basic math, even the occasional calculus assignment, but Chemistry was just entirely out of your element and it showed.

You were hanging off the edge of a C- at the moment and you were really not in the best mindset to retake the course if your grade went any lower. Hence your relief when the class had been assigned a project and you were paired with Peter Parker, the smartest in your grade.

"Hey." You greeted the brunette who nodded his head in response to your greeting, his fingers fidgeting with his backpack straps as you took a seat next to him.

You could see a slight flush to his cheeks and gathered that not many people conversed with him which explained his awkward fidgeting and lack of eye contact.

"So, meet at my place at four for the project? My parents aren't home until late so we can get a head start." You offered after a few minutes of silence.

At your words, Peter's head shot up, eyes meeting yours for the first time.

"U-uh, yeah, that- that sounds good." He nodded his head eagerly, glasses slipping down his nose which he cutely pushed back up.

You smiled and held a hand out which he dumbly slapped in a lame low-five. You held back a snort.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"I kinda need your phone number to text you the address."

You could practically see the embarrassment roll over him in waves as he snatched his hand back as if he was burnt, moving to dig in his jacket pocket as he produced his phone.

He slid the phone to you, fiddling with his glasses this time as you entered your phone number.

You dialed your number from his phone, ending the call and saving him to your contacts just as the bell rang.

Handing him his phone you grabbed your bag and swung it over your shoulder as you waved coyly, "Later Parker."

You stood in front of your bedroom mirror with a nervous frown plastered on your face as you studied yourself.

Truthfully you knew nothing would happen and it was just a study date but you wanted to at least look presentable as you couldn't help but admit, peter parker was indeed attractive and you knew you weren't the only one that felt that way.

Pushing your hair back from your face, you made sure your room was tidy and nothing embarrassing was sticking out just as the doorbell sounded.

Entering the foyer, you opened the door, surprise decorating your face as a bouquet of slightly wilted flowers greeted you, a shy Peter behind them, sans glasses. You internally pouted, you thought the glasses made him even more irresistible.

"Uh, hi. These are for you. They were nice, but uhm, they got smashed in my backpack on the way here. I'm sorry." He blushed, hiding behind the bouquet.

You grinned, taking the flowers from him and giving them a whiff as the scent lingered.

"Thank you, Peter. Here, room is this way. I'll be right there, let me just stick these in something." You told him, pointing to your room. He nodded and headed that way, curious eyes studying the walls as he walked.

You hurriedly grabbed a vase from under your sink, filling it slightly with water and laying the flowers in there as you headed for your room, nerves filling you.

You shut the door behind you softly as you watched Peter sit on your bed, fingers fidgeting with his sleeves as he looked around at all the posters decorating your walls, giving away a bit of your personality.

"You good, Pete? Need anything?" You asked as he snapped from his stupor, brown eyes meeting yours. He shook his head mutely and you smiled, moving to sit beside him as you grabbed your binder with the syllabus for the assignment inside.

"Okay so, any ideas for what we should focus on for our project?" You asked him.

He lit up suddenly, eyes excited as he began to ramble about the subject he loved, his hands expressing his theories and you could only focus on his lips as he spoke, eyes dazed.

You tried your best to dismiss the attraction you felt towards him but it was futile as your eyes only drifted back to his lips, failing to see as he tried to regain your focus.

A hand waving in front of you, caused your mind to snap back to reality as you grinned sheepishly at him.

"Hey, you okay? Am I boring you, I lost you for a minute there." Peter spoke up, voice teasing.

You shook your head, deciding to be up front as you were shitty at lying and he definitely knew something was up.

"Do you know how sexy you are? It's driving me insane because I can't even focus on anything other than your lips and how badly I want them on mine." You admitted, expecting to be embarrassed as he no doubt was only being nice and not at all into you.

You couldn't contain the soft gasp that left your lips as you were pulled close to him, your legs straddling his as he pushed the books from the bed, eyes suddenly intent.

You felt his breath hit your face lightly, smelling of peppermint as he watched you, the both of you waiting for the other to make the move.

"Is this okay?" He questioned, eyes hesitant as his grip on you tightened.

You nodded rapidly, desperation peaking at your center as you felt your panties dampen, your clit being rubbed against his jeans, causing a delicious friction that left you needy.

"I'm going to need you to use your words, pretty girl." He scolded, his index finger and thumb coming up to pinch your lower lip.

"God, yes." You choked out, the words coming out jumbled as your brain short circuited at his touch.

At your approval, he leaned forward, his fingers letting go of your lips as his mouth replaced them, the chaffed skin of his lips causing a new sensation as you gripped his hair between your fingers.

You let out a whimper as his tongue evaded yours, his fingers moving to play with the ends of your sweater.

You pulled back, yanking at his shirt as you removed your hand, your frustration evident as his buttons refused to cooperate.

He chuckled, hair messy from your wandering hands as he gently removed your grip from his clothes, his hand removing the shirt in one fluid motion, the action causing some of the buttons to fly off, though neither of you cared much.

You followed his lead, ripping your shirt off and sending it to a corner of your room.

His hands found the clips of your bra and smoother than you thought, he removed it, sliding the straps down your shoulder as he bit his lip, eyes admiring every part of you.

He cupped your chest, the roughness of his hands causing you to moan as he tugged on your nipples, eyes watching for your reaction.

"You have such pretty tits, baby. Can I have a taste?" You struggled to answer him as his fingers brought you close to the edge, a fact he knew, as he waited patiently for you to answer him, fingers not ceasing their movements.

"I asked you a question, angel."

"Yes." You moaned out, fingers searching for something to hold on in the throws of your pleasure.

"Yes, what? C'mon, you can do it, pretty girl." He tested.

"Yes, you can touch me, wherever you want, please just do something." Any other time you would have been embarrassed, but at this moment you could only plead for him to bring you pleasure, all your inhibitions pushed to the back burner of your mind.

Deciding you had enough teasing, Peter removed his fingers and leaned down, bringing your nipple into his mouth, at the sensation of his warm mouth on your tits, you moaned, head falling back as he lapped at both breasts, dividing the attention between them.

Peter couldn't believe his eyes, there you were, his crush, writhing beneath him as he brought you to the edge. He felt pride swell in him as he was the one responsible for getting you like this.

"Fuck." He mumbled when your eyes rolled back, your body spasming from just his tongue on your tits alone.

You panted as your orgasm coursed through you, your body shuddering as the whispers of your climax faded, leaving you sweaty and yet greedy for more.

You realized you had somehow ended on your back, Peter now atop you and you felt your cheeks warm as you realized you had come so easily just from a touch.

Covering your eyes, you groaned as you heard Peter laugh softly at your sudden shyness.

"No, no, none of that pretty girl. Do you know how hot you looked just now, coming from just my mouth?" He praised, gently removing your hands from your face.

You blew out a breath of air, smiling shyly as he leaned down to connect your lips, a groan emitting deep from him when you nibbled on his lip.

You tilted your head as he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping teasingly at your collarbone. He trailed down the valley of your breasts, licking a nipple before continuing on.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he reached your clit, blowing teasingly on it, the cold air causing you to whimper at the sensitivity.

"Look at this pretty pussy, is all this for me?" His voice was laced with awe as he brought his index finger and dipped it in your wetness, tentatively.

You gasped, legs beginning to shake in anticipation as he explored your folds with his fingertips, so close, yet so far from where you needed him most.

"Peter, please, please, please.." You trailed off, tears forming at the corners of your eyes in frustration.

"I got you, pretty girl. I got you." He affirmed, sitting up he shrugged his pants off along with his briefs, his cock tapping his abdomen softly as it leaked with precum.

The sight brought another desperate moan from you as he tugged at it, his hands spreading the cum around his tip messily.

He brought it to your clit, prodding at your entrance gently as if in a trance, dipping the tip in slowly before realization highlighted his features.

"Wait, I don't have-"

You cut him off by pulling him closer, your nails digging into his biceps as you held on, at the end of your rope.

"I'm on the pill."

He nodded shakily, breath catching as he finally entered you, a high pitched whine leaving him as your wetness enveloped him.

The sound sent a thrill up your spine and you let your head fall back as you succumbed to the pleasure.

"Shit, y-you feel so good, baby. So tight." He trailed off, thrusting experimentally to see how you responded.

When your face twisted in pleasure, he picked up the pace, your hand reaching for his which he obliged, intertwining your fingers wordlessly.

"Look so good, baby. So pretty for me." He mindlessly muttered, abs tensing as he grinded with every thrust.

You could barely form a thought as your mind was ablaze with only him, you felt every ridge of his cock as it brushed your walls, the tip touching the deepest parts of you, nearly in your cervix.

You clenched around him with a gasp when his tip hit your g-spot, your legs spasming at the feeling.

"Right there, baby. You need me right there." He noticed, grabbing your legs and folding them back, he thrusted deeper, his pelvis rubbing your clit, furthering the stimulation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter!" You shouted, his pace quickening with every grind of his hips.

You reached up and pulled him into a messy kiss, a trail of your saliva, connecting him to you, strangely, only furthering your arousal.

Peter pulled back from you suddenly, causing you to frown before he suddenly placed a hand on your throat, squeezing lightly, you let out a pornographic moan, mind ceasing as your vision blurred around the edges.

"Look at me, angel. Wanna see you when you cum." He pleaded.

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze as he watched you with adoration.

He grinned at your submission and squeezed harder, not enough to hurt you but enough that you felt your climax at the edge, your need for his permission, leaving you to pause.

Seeing the desperation in your gaze, he brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing rapidly, his own expression, pained.

"It's okay, pretty girl. Let go for me, wanna see you cum all over my cock." He coaxed gently. At his words you let go, body tensing as every nerve you had felt on fire.

Your vision went dark as you clenched around Peter, the tighteness of your grip on him causing him to gasp as he shot his seed into you, cum painting your walls, deepening your climax.

He rode out your highs, thrusting slowly as he jerked from the sensitivity on his cock, your mixed release seeping from your cunt.

He pulled out from you softly, pressing a kiss to your sweaty hairline as he mumbled that he would be back.

You closed your eyes for what felt like hours, when mere seconds went by, before a warm touch on your clit caused you to jerk in surprise.

"Shh, it's okay, pretty girl. Just cleaning you up." He voiced and you smiled at the gesture, as he finished cleaning you and himself before putting the towel in your dirty hamper.

You watched as he stood by your bed, clothes in hand, very obviously not wanting to go, but sure that this was just a temporary fix, one you were sure to forget.

Smiling weakly, you held a hand out to him as he grinned adorably, letting his backpack and clothes fall to the floor carelessly.

He climbed in next to you as you cuddled into his side, tired from your excursion, as you felt your heart trip in it's chest for the boy you found yourself catching feelings for.

He easily slid his arms around you, resting his head into the crook of your neck as you both lie contented in silence.

"We are so doing that again."

He laughed tiredly ar your words, his eyes closing as he allowed his breath to mimic yours.

"Anything you want, pretty girl. Anything you want."

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JESUS CHRIST i didn’t think I could love him more this is so good

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THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK

pairing(s): andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: you're trying to wait patiently until peter is done with his work but you just really want him to touch you

warning(s): 18+ content, fingering and unedited work

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You sat in Peter's lap picking at the end of your tennis skirt trying desperately not to move too much on his lap.

You watched him write down math problems on the paper you could hardly understand and all you wanted to ask was for him to touch you.

You were afraid to sound too needy though, too touch starved and you hated when you sounded that way so you kept your mouth shut trying to wait patiently until he was finished though you had been sitting here for what felt like hours and your wetness was getting too much to bare you could just get up and scream for him to fuck yo-

"Can you stop moving?" He asked though his voice almost sounded as if he was teasing you.

His hands were on your waist stopping you from squirming in his lap. Your eyes were wide as you avoided his gaze. It wasn't that you thought he would judge you or anything it was just-

You didn't know why you were being such a baby you could just ask him to touch you and he would probably say yes but you were so nervous and you weren't really experienced in this whole thing.

"Did you hear me?" You looked at him realizing he had said something that you hadn't listened to because you were too busy wallowing in your horniness.

"I'm sorry what?" You managed to get out he leaned closer to your ear "I said you're soaking up my pants" You practically jumped off his lap looking and realizing oh fuck there was a wet spot on his pants.

You wished the floor could just swallow you up.

You let out an embarrassed squeal covering you face but he only laughed grabbing your hands pulling it away from your face.

"It's okay Y/N" he said softly once he saw your face again "It's okay to be needy" his nose bumped against yours as his voice soothed you just a bit. "Do you want me to help you?"

You bit your lip nervously, your teeth dig into your skin until his thumb pulled your lip from your teeth running his thumb over your bottom lip "I hate it when you do that" he mumbled softly "Do you want me to help you? Do you?"

"Y-yeah" you gulped as he gave you a kind smile and you found yourself wondering how you were blessed with such a wonderful boyfriend.

"I will never understand why you're so nervous around me" he turned you around sitting you back on his lap just the way you were before "I've touched you plenty of times" he teased tickling your sides.

He pushed up your skirt spreading your legs causing them to fall around his thigh "Is this okay?" He asked like he had done so many times before not moving until he got your answer.

"Yes" you breathed out.

His fingers slid over the crotch of your panties causing you to gasp slowly. He placed soft kisses on your jaw while he massaged your clit through the soft material. He smiled as he heard soft whimpers leaving your pretty lips.

He would never get tired of listening to the sweet noises you make.

He pushed your panties to the side shoving a finger inside you and you let out a moan "Peter"

"Hmmm yes?"

"More" he chuckled pushing another finger inside you, you threw your head back against his shoulder giving him more access to your neck. He sucked onto your skin "Fuck" you pushed back against his hand that was quickly pushing his fingers in and out of you.

Your hand reached around digging in his hair your eyes closing as he dragged all the sweet noises out of you.

"You never have be afraid to ask" he mumbled into your ear fingerfucking you harder "I'll always touch you" he kissed your temple "I'll always fuck you" His fingers hit your g spot as he rubbed your clit harshly. You back arched at the feeling clenching around his fingers "All you gotta do is ask"

You felt your orgasm approaching "Peter I-"

"I know"

The room was filled with your soft whines and moans and the sound of your wetness. Stars filled your vision as you came on his fingers.

He fucked you through your high before he stopped letting you catch your breath pressing light kisses along your face telling you how amazing you are.

You bit into your lip running your fingers through his hair "You wanna play a game?" He asked and you hummed lightly looking at him over your shoulder seeing a smirk playing on his lips.

"Like what Parker?"

"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before I finish this paper" he tapped his pencil on the desk raising his eyebrows. "Unless you're too chicken and just can't handle it" he teased his thumb flicking over your clit and you scoffed "You challenging me?"

"Yep"

"You're on, I can fucking handle it"

"Sure you can"

a/n: omg im actually proud of this fic- it's been a long time since i wrote a smut so imma little rusty so this might be trash but tell me what you think and feel free to request. reblogs and comments are appreciated.

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