#peter parker x felicia hardy

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Everyday i think about the fact that Felicia Hardy canonically buys herself Spiderman merch

Like imagine you’re working the till at your local luxury department store and a blonde bombshell walks up to you with 30k worth of products and as you ring her up she puts her purse on the counter, and it’s just THIS

[amorhedera6]

you don’t understand, peter parker just has so much love in his heart. he’s polyamorous, but it’s more than that. he loves every person with his whole heart completely.

romantically, yeah, of course. he has scrapbooks full of photographs of every single person he’s dated, keeps a memento box with something from every date. he remembers harry’s mom’s recipes, learns how to play gwen’s favorite song on the guitar, teaches mj skateboard tricks. he watches wade’s boring ass movies with him and doesn’t complain once, let’s ned win at his favorite board game, laughs at johnny’s terrible jokes in the mornings, lets felicia act like they’re nothing no matter how important they are to each other. every single one of them, he loves them wholly and completely, individually. he loves them all in ways he’s never loved before, because all of them are so different that he has to love them all in their own specific way.

even more than that, he makes sure to visit may once a week because he knows she worries about him when he’s patrolling. he brings new flowers to his parents and to ben as often as he possibly can. he gets coffee for the entire office every morning, most people venmo him for it, but he doesn’t ask them too, just brings it because he loves the environment, loves working there so much. every few weeks he brings in donuts. he makes sure everyone has a cake on their birthday, their favorite flavor, and a handwritten card signed by everyone. he makes sure scared women get home safely, he talks to the lost children to keep them company until they find their guardians, he remembers the names and faces of people he saves, recognizes them when he’s seen them more than once. he makes people feel so seen and safe in the city he loves just by loving them so much.

just, i love peter parker and they way that he loves.

[madman479r]

Peter brings home a stray

Felicia let out a tired sigh as she entered her apartment, well, her and Peter's apartment. She wasn't going to let her spider live in that festering shithole he called an apartment so she invited him to live with her at her place.

Anyway, Felicia stepped foot in her home and stretched, feeling the tension around her muscles leave along with the relieved sigh she gave out.

Only then did she notice 'Peter' in the kitchen, his back to her, but his suit was different.

Instead of the red and blue tights, it was red all over and he wore what looked like a light blue hoodie over it with torn off sleeves and a larger spider emblem across the torso. He also had a large belt around his waist and ankle pouches.

It seemed like he had yet to notice her so she leaned on the kitchen doorway and admired the view, specifically the ass.

"Hmm, Spider. Trying a new look?" She asked, breaking the silence.

'Peter' spun around and looked at her with wide eyes, as if he was caught somewhere he shouldn't be. "Uh...?" He dumbly muttered, sounding confused on what to say or do.

Felicia didn't pay much mind, walking over with a sway of her hips. "Not my choice of style, think it should have some black, but as long as it shows off that spectacular behind, I'm all for it." She smirked.

'Peter's' eyes darted all over, backing away like a cornered animal, still at a loss for words "i-i-I- uuuuuh!"

Felicia started to wonder what was wrong with her boyfriend and leaned into him. "What's wrong? Don't tell me I still get you all worked up and flustered." Felicia whispered into 'Peter's' ear.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and a familiar voice made the woman pause dead in her tracks. "Oh. Hey, Felicia!"

That voice was familiar when it shouldn't be because the owner of that voice was right in front of her.

Felicia slowly turned around to see... Peter by the kitchen door.

Felicia looked in front of her again and saw 'Peter'.

Looked back behind her and saw Peter.

In front of her. 'Peter'.

Behind her. Peter

She did the motion a few more times before looking at the Peter in the doorway and calmly said. "Peter... what the fuck?"

Peter, if that even who the fuck he was, noticed the other 'Peter' and his eyes widened. Not in confusion or fear, but understanding.

"Oh! Yeah I was waiting for you to get here but I needed the bathroom, just my luck you get home when I'm busy." Peter joked and cleared his throat as he noticed his girlfriend's unamused face.

"Uh, Felicia, meet my clone. Ben Reilly." Peter introduced.

Felicia turned back to this 'Ben' who stood there, mouth agape and speechless.

Felicia stared at the clone for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. She nearly kissed someone who wasn't Peter. Doesn't matter if it was clone, that was unacceptable in her eyes.

Her eyes wandered to his hair and Felicia knew exactly what to do.

*10 minutes later.*

Peter stood outside the bathroom door, listening in as the taps ran water and mist came out from under the door. Ben's pained grunts heard over the running water. "Please! Please God have mercy!" His clone begged.

"Felicia, go easy on him! He doesn't deserve this!" Peter urged.

Inside the bathroom, Felicia had a stern look on her face as she scrubbed Ben's head, holding the clone in place even as he tried to escape her claws. A open pack of blonde hair dye sitting close by.

"Not making that mistake again. Not making that mistake again." Felicia repeatedly muttered to herself, scaring Ben all the more.

***Omake***

Felicia sat on her sofa watching TV, it was one of those nights she just wanted be a couch potato. Besides, Peter was patrolling with Ben tonight, so it wasn't like he was alone.

It took a while, but Felicia had grown used to seeing Ben around. She couldn't very well tell Peter to get rid of him, not when Ben just reminded her of Peter too much and Peter had considered the clone his brother. The pair even managed to help Ben get a place to live, which Peter visited frequently to check up on his brother.

Ben was just confused about who he was, sure he had Peter's memories but he was like a lost, uncertain child in a big scary world and Peter, bless his heart, wasn't going to let his brother be all alone like he was.

Ben even helped them out a lot, it paid off having two spider-men, allowed Peter to be able to relax and slow down.

Yeah. Felicia decided that Ben was a good thing in their lives.

The sound of the balcony window door sliding open altered her on Peter's arrival, so she got up from the couch and turned to greet her boyfriend...

Only to once again see two Spider-men standing before her, one was her boyfriend as evidenced by the red and blue spandex.

But the other wore a mostly red suit but was black around the shoulders, collar and mask with ruby red lenses.

Peter removed his mask with a smile. "Felicia! I'd like you to meet my other clone, Kaine!" He excitedly introduce as the other spider-man removed his own mask.

His face was a lot less friendly, having what looked like a permanent frown on his face along with a scar that ran across his face, starting from the right side of his forehead and down diagonally towards his left chin.

Felicia stared at Kaine for a few seconds before heading towards her bedroom, only to re-emerge with a electric shaver in hand. "We can do this easy or hard. What would you prefer?"

"Felicia!" Peter cried out.

"Try it." Kaine growled.

"Kaine!" Peter exclaimed.

*20 MINUTES AND STRUGGLING LATER*

Kaine looked at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his now buzz cut hair. "... Damnit. It looks cool." He hated to admit.

[celticcatgirl2]

Average Discord Couple Date…

[godlessandwrecked]

a bit of a shameless self-plug,,, this is still one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, every time I think about how little interaction it got I literally want to scream 😄 but anyway if you want to read it 👉👈 here

[spidercatshipper]

Merry Christmas from Spider-Man and Black Cat

[the-starry-skye]

black cat x spiderman requested by anon

Can you do another with Peter feeling low with superhero works/ civilian life (no thanks to a certain moustache newspaper owner) and Felicia is there to comfort & support (and kick whoever upsets her bae)?

[statticscribbles]

Tom!Peter Parker 💝

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Peter’s love language is acts of service.

Peter’s exhausted like always; despite his superhuman strength; despite his skills and his ability to fall asleep anywhere he’s about to drop dead.

He crawls through the window; never having gotten out of the habit of going up the wall and in through the window to make it easier on himself. He expects to hit the shoes and backpack he’d left; maybe the spare parts from the newest project but instead finds his bed freshly made; clean clothes at the edge of it and a plate of cold pizza with a note with a heart on it.

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“Stay until he sleeps?”

Peter blinked widely. “Yeah. I- I can do that.”

He felt like he was in a trance as he walked towards the couch. He sat down, eyes stuck on the head of soft brown curls on top of the baby’s head.

“Wally?” Peter asked.

“After my father, Walter.”

He nodded. He didn’t know anything about Felicia’s family and she didn’t know anything about Peter. Not that it would be hard to look him up after she learned about his identity. He wonders if she had done that. His eyes focused on the baby again and realized that she had probably been too busy to research anything about Peter.

“Want to burp him?”

Peter blinked widely. “I’m- uhm… not exactly sanitary in the suit.”

Felicia looked amused. “He’ll live.”

She pushed her bra and blouse back into place before lifting the baby up. Wally blinked sleepily as Felicia placed him against Peter’s chest. His little head rested on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter’s breath stilled. He breathed in the soft, calming scent of the baby mixed with hints of Felicia and felt his eyes flutter shut. He was tiny. God, were all babies this small?

“What do I do?” Peter asked as he looked at Felicia again.

She shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “Not much. He’s old enough to burp himself, but he likes to be held until he does.”

Peter stared at Felicia for a long moment. He decided to bite the bullet. “Is he mine?”

Felicia’s grin grew into a smirk. She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the baby’s middle. She pulled him back as if to take him. The baby stopped a small arm’s length away. Peter felt a tug and looked down. The baby’s hands were stuck flat to Peter’s suit.

Peter released a startled laugh. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, do you know how difficult it is to put a baby down that can literally stick to you?”

She settled the baby against Peter’s chest again and sat back. Peter looked up and met her eyes with startled wonder.

“He’s mine?”

Felicia tilted her head and smiled softly. “Yes. He’s yours.”

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Person: are you bisexual? but aren't you a couple? I thought bi got everyone hahah

Felicia: HAHAHA!

Felicia whispering to Peter: Peter changes the subject if I don't show them...

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

SEE SEE THIS IS THE SAME ENERGY

[xxcocoiiixx]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

My friend is gearing up to write his first fanfiction, and he wants to write a Spider-Man/Batman crossover. I haven't written any superhero fanfiction in years but talking to him has gotten my creative juices flowing a little bit in that direction.

So anyway. I decided to write out a few of the short stories that come to mind and post them here.

[madman479r]

Peter x Felicia Gibslythe Ship table

Context:

Earth-199999

After Spider-man NWH

Before the blip Peter and Felicia were the same age but Felicia wasn't dusted.

Backstory: Peter Parker doesn't exist anymore, so he throws himself into his vigilante life, that's how he came across the Black Cat, a thief he thought was only legend, he certainly didn't expect to meet a sexy woman clad in a tight leather cat suit. But unknown to him, Felicia was a big fan of Spider-man, even having a crush on him. Before she was Black Cat, she first saw the vigilante when she was on a bus and saw the hero in pajamas stop a car from ramming into them with his bare hands.

Felicia was happy to meet him and the chase he gave her get her heart beating like nothing ever did before. She sneakily followed the hero to where he lived and was surprised to see the hero of Queens living in a crappy small apartment, even more that he was still a young man, a young man who threw himself into danger day in and day out for nothing in return. A young man who was all alone so she decided to do something about it.

That something happened to be sneaking into his apartment when he was gone and waiting for him to return, making him nearly scream in shock at the sight of the same hot cat thief from before in his room. She wanted to talk to him, to understand what it was that made him put on the suit and risk his life.

Maybe it was being alone and having no one to talk to, maybe it was because she could relate in some way but the floodgates just opened and Peter spilled his life, before and after becoming Spider-man. It was good getting it off his chest and Felicia even said she would help him, be his partner, shocking Peter. He tried to change her mind, not wanting to risk her life but Felicia was firm.

After weeks of fighting crime together, the fun they had and chemistry they made, Peter asked Felicia if she would be his girlfriend. Her answer was pushing him up against the closest wall and kissing him like no tomorrow.

Big/Little spoon: I can see Peter and Felicia being either spoon. Felicia liking being held in Peter's strong arms while some nights Peter just wants and needs someone to hold him, which Felicia is happy to do.

Lends/Borrow clothes: Felicia likes to borrow Peter's clothes, knowing she can make his dorky shirts look sexy. Peter doesn't (always) intentionally borrow Felicia's clothes. Whenever he's in a hurry he throws on the nearest top, which happens to be Felicia's. Felicia always gets a kick out of Peter answering the door wearing her size 6 midriff top after rushing out of bed, seeing how flustered he gets when he comes back to her.

Doesn't/Does use pet names: "Hey, Spider~" "Lover" "Big boy". 90% of the time when Felicia talks to Peter, she throws in and addresses him with a pet name, the saucey-er the better since she loves to make him blush.

Introverted/Extroverted: Introverts don't make friends, they get adopted by an Extrovert, and that is the case with Peter and Felicia. She likes having nights in the town and loves to drag Peter with her, knowing that it's good for him, less he start to wallow. She wants to help him get past his grief and take his mind off it. Throw in a chase between Spider-man and Black Cat and they have a wonderful night.

Affection through words/Actions: Peter does a good balance between the two, despite being a stuttering mess most the time, there's moment's hes smooth as butter and knows what to say in order to make Felicia's heart skip a beat. Felicia is use to meat heads or "studs" trying to use cliche sentences just for the sake of getting in her pants but Peter is honest and true in his words only for the sake of making her feel loved and she loves it. Felicia likes to show her affection through actions, be it physical means or gifts.

"Hey, lover. I heard you were low on salicylic acid for your Web mixture, so I got some for you."

"Hey, thanks Felicia!... were you the one who broke into the science class of the Empire State University?"

"...This will be used to help people so Technically I'm doing a good thing."

Confesses first/waits for confession: Peter realises that life is short and can be cut even shorter in an instant, he knew it all to well. So he isn't as hesitant to confess his feelings. Felicia on the other hands is willing to wait for the other to confess before she does, past experience taught her not to open her heart to eagerly.

Screams about/squashes bugs: Neither are scared of bugs seeing as both have dealt with worse but neither squash bugs either. Felicia notices how Peter is gentle and carefully removes any spider in the apartment so she does the same, something Peter appreciates

Drives the car/can't drive: This is New York City. What is even the point? Plus, Peter swings to where ever he needs to go, much more quicker and fun. Felicia also likes swinging with Peter but also likes driving her Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle for casual use but likes to use her Audi R8 for fancier events. (Peter doesn't ask how she could afford the Audi, already having an idea.)

Can't cook/makes dinner: Neither are gourmet Chefs but at least it's edible. They got out to eat many times and easily burn off the calories.

Dislikes/loves PDA: Peter can be shy about PDA. When people stare it reminds him of when Mysterio revealed his identity and when everyone would stare at him. Felicia on the other hands loves PDA, especially when it makes her cute boyfriend flustered. She also likes the idea of letting everybody know that she belongs with Peter, that she was already taken.

Overprotective/Chill going: Peter has lost too many loved ones. His parents, his Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Mr. Stark. Even his friends no longer remember him. He doesn't want to lose anyone else, he won't. Felicia can find it overbearing and frustrating at times but knows what Peter went through and can understand his overprotectiveness but tells and shows him how capable she is. She also knows what Peter is capable of and is more chill about his Spider-man escapades.

Has more/no relationship experience: Peter only dated Michelle for a short time before he made Dr. Strange make everyone forget him and she was his only serious girlfriend before Felicia. Felicia on the other hand has more experience, she was a beautiful young woman in high-school so of course she's caught the eyes of a few boys.

Horny level: Peter is a hormonal teenager with a solid 10/10 platinum-blonde older girlfriend who is taller than him, pulls physical power moves constantly and wears eye-catching clothes, not to mention her cat suit which he knows she lowers the zipper for his eyes. But Felicia instigates the fun sexy times more because there's something about her cute, puppy eyed, easily flustered boyfriend that gets her in the mood, and don't get her started on whenever Peter is shirtless or how his Spider-man suit makes his fabulous ass stand out.

Awkwardness level: Have you seen the MCU Peter? He can be an awkward mess, especially when he first came across the seductive Black Cat. But Felicia is a confident woman and knows it.

Jealousy level: Some meat heads still think they can easily take Felicia for themselves and Peter sometimes worries he isn't what Felicia is looking for but Felicia is happy to shoot those idiots down and show Peter how much she loves him. Usually doing both by kissing Peter silly. Peter doesn't realise it but somehow he has some rizz, his good, kind and loving nature attracting attention from some women he's met and Felicia needs to remind them who Peter belongs to.

[celticcatgirl2]

“What’s the matter spider…CAT got your tongue?”

“…God I hope so….”

[blooming-violets]

Bingo Prompt: You pick the trope. I pick mirror sex! Please and thank you.

Mirror, Mirror (Mirror Sex)

[tasm!peter x black cat/felicia hardy]

TWs: 18+ smut, finger fucking, mirror fucking, and face fucking, all the fun stuff, not the healthiest of relationships

A/N: If I put out one bingo prompt every two months then I will finish in...over two years...sounds reasonable! 

Felicia silently dropped in through her bedroom window and closed it behind her. The bag of stolen jewels was tossed carelessly onto the bed, the pieces rolling out over the blanket. Yellow street lights poured in through the window to illuminate the diamonds and create a soft, pleasing sparkle across the mattress. A bed full of diamonds used to sound appealing to her. Now, it didn’t hold much value. The jewels weren’t something she cared about. It was the act of stealing them that drew her in. Once they were in her possession, she couldn’t care less what happened to them. 

Her leather stiletto boots made a satisfying sound to her ears as she crossed over the hardwood floor towards her full length mirror. She had challenged herself to complete the mission in heels tonight. It gave her an added boost of confidence knowing she was just as agile in them as her combat boots. They made her leather clad ass look extra impressive and she was aiming to impress tonight. Her end goal was never the jewels. Felicia was specifically looking to catch the watchful eye of her favorite little Spider. She knew he had followed her back home. She could sense him in the shadows and felt him following her every move. He had stayed quiet tonight, lacking his usual fast witted quips. That meant he had alternative motives. He didn’t want to catch her in the act. He wanted to surprise her when he thought her guard would be down. He wanted more from her than a sarcastic exchange of words.

She knew what he wanted, she craved it too, and she led him straight to her hideout to get it.  

Felicia tossed her mask off and pretended to fix her hair, running her fingers through the dyed, snow white locks. Her eyes stayed trained on the window, waiting for him to arrive. She hid her smile when she saw the familiar red gloved hand silently lift the pane up. She’d play dumb for him this once. She’d let him think he was sneaky as long as she got what she wanted from him in the end. Peter crawled through the opening and up her wall onto the ceiling. She hummed softly to herself, fanning through her hair, and patiently waiting for him to make his presence known. 

Finally, he unstuck from the ceiling to land with a nearly silent thud directly behind her. She feigned a gasp of surprise for his sake. He straightened up to make himself seem taller and squared his shoulders. She couldn’t see his expression behind the mask but she assumed he’d be smug, thinking he surprised her with an ambush. She liked him best when he was cocky. His brash confidence amused her. 

“Someone’s been a bad kitty. I thought you were over petty thieving?” He growled in her ear. He always deepened his voice when he wanted to be more menacing than he really was. She knew his every tick. He didn’t scare her. She’d seen him at his most vulnerable. She’d seen him whimpering and begging her to let him cum, completely undone, and drooling over her. It was impossible to be intimidating with that image stuck in mind. 

Felicia replied with a curt laugh, “I wouldn’t call robbing a highly secured bank and emptying out a vault petty thieving. You’re undermining my skills. Are you trying to neg me, Spidey? Do you think it’ll make me want you more if you undervalue me?” 

She refused to turn around to give him the attention he was craving. Instead, she gazed at her own reflection in the mirror. His masked face bore into her but she ignored it. He liked it when she didn’t give him the time of day. It gave him something to chase. And if there was anything she learned about Spider-Man, it was that he loved a good chase. 

“What would I need to neg you for? I already have you.” The presumptuous tone of his voice shone through with every word. 

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, “You’re an idiot. You wish you could have me. I’m out of your league, web slinger.” 

They often wrestled for who would claim dominance. There was no natural pecking order between them. They seized whatever the moment allowed them, desperate and needy for whatever they could get. Tonight, she was hoping he would take charge. She wanted to give up control. She wanted him to do the heavy lifting but she’d never outright admit it. 

“Someone needs to be punished for robbing banks. I caught you red handed. I’ve been following you all night.” He made it sound like that information should be a shock to her. 

Felicia chuckled, sarcasm dripping from her lips, “I would have never guessed. You’re not as sneaky as you think. The red and blue don’t make for good camouflage. Next time, if you want to blend into the shadows, try taking a page out of my book, and go for the black. I think skin tight leather would look nice on you. It’d highlight your ass.” 

Peter turned sideways, admiring himself in the mirror, and sticking out his behind, “You think so? The spandex already doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” 

“Leather gives a nice shine. Draws the eye in.” She subtly arched her back, puffing out her chest to draw his eyes to her partially exposed cleavage, clad in black leather. 

She watched his body language change, his breath catching in his throat, and his shoulders subtly tensing. He turned to push himself closer behind her. She smiled as she felt his hips press into her backside. 

“You need to stop the thieving, Cat. I thought we had a deal?” His voice was gruff. She knew that meant he was turned on and was trying to fight his feelings. “The Black Cat was going to side with me from now on. You were on my side, remember? Good guys don’t rob banks.” 

“My morals have always been shady, Spidey. You know this,” Felicia pouted out her bottom lip at his reflection. “Maybe I need some more convincing? How was it you persuaded me last time to join you? If I recall correctly, it involved a pair of handcuffs and a hitachi wand. Human beings are very susceptible when they’re on the brink of an orgasm. You might want to try that tatic again.” 

The exhale he replied with was his sign that he was fully on board where she was taking this meeting. He wanted her as much as she needed him. Peter reached his hand up to pull off his mask. 

“Wait!” Felicia caught his hand before he could expose anything more than his lips. “Leave the mask on. I like you better that way.” 

She couldn’t see his eyes but she knew him well enough to know he was rolling them. His hand fell from the mask and back to his side as his shoulders deflated. The corners of his mouth turned to a frown.

“Hurts my ego every time you say that,” he huffed. “I have a perfectly decent face. You know you’re really mean, right?” 

She laughed, “Good. You need to be knocked down a few pegs.” Her voice lowered into a purr to draw him back in. “And if I remember correctly, you like it when I’m mean.” She backed her ass up against his hips and wiggled over his crotch, feeling him twitch to life. “See? Someone enjoys my torment.” 

Peter smirked. She liked watching the way his lips moved when he smiled. It was the only part of his face she allowed him to show. She didn’t want to know who was under the mask. She wanted Spider-Man, not the man behind him. It was easier to distance herself that way. 

Felicia lifted her hand to grip onto the silver zipper dangling between her breasts. She slowly rolled it down her top, letting her bra push through, and expose her tight stomach. She watched Peter carefully through the mirror, tempting him with her seductive gaze. 

It didn’t take long for him to cave. It never did. 

His gloved hands raised to her shoulders to peel the leather top from her body. He discarded the garment to the floor with little care. He trailed his fingers over her black bra, tracing along the straps, until he reached the back. The bra popped off her chest and was tossed aside after her top. Peter gave an approving hum at the sight of her heavy breasts. His face nuzzled into the top of her hair as his arms ensnared around her waist. 

“You’re a very bad kitty,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her bare shoulder. 

The low grumble of his words mixed with the warmth of his body rubbing behind her caused a flame to ignite in her stomach. Felicia closed her eyes, tilting her head back to rest against her Spider and gave a lazy smile, “Are you going to do something about that then?” 

She could see herself on full display in the mirror. Her bare breasts with hard capped nipples hanging heavy against her chest. The indented curve of her sides, muscles rippling under her tight skin, to give way to her full hips. The way the leather pants hugged her legs, highlighting their long length, and the toned muscles of her calves. Her heeled boots blended in perfectly with the pant leg to make it seem like one piece. She liked the way he took the time to admire her body as he slowly uncovered new skin. She looked good and she knew it. If she was Spider-Man, she wouldn’t be able to resist herself either. 

He urged her closer to the mirror to get a good look at her and started rubbing his hands over her sides. She always loved the way the ribbed material of his suit felt against her skin. She was almost certain he designed it that way so he could finger people without having to take off his gloves and make it feel extra nice for his partners. He seemed like the kind of sick bastard who would think about that. She wasn’t complaining. She loved cumming over his thick, gloved fingers and knowing he’d keep the lingering smell of her on them for as long as he could. She’d caught him sniffing his glove a few times in the past after one their rendezvous. 

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to finish your heist. It took you twenty minutes longer than usual to rob that bank. I think you’re losing your touch,” he murmured. 

Felicia smirked back at him, “It’s because of the heels. Brand new. I was breaking them in. What do you think of them? You like?” 

“I’ve been watching your ass saunter around in them all night. Looked great but you lacked your usual swiftness. Can’t complain though. It gave me enough time to rub one out while you fumbled around with the stupid safe.” He cupped the weight of her breasts in each hand while he spoke. 

“You were looking at my ass and jerking off? What would the public think about that, Spider-Man? The Bugle would have a field day when they found out. I am very disappointed in you. Good guys don’t creep on women without their knowledge.” This was another reason why she loved when he kept the mask on. It unleashed a darker side of him that he’d never reveal with it off. The mask gave him safety. A physical barrier between Peter Parker and Spider-Man. “Are you sure I’m the one who needs punishment? It sounds like you’ve been a very bad Spider.” 

Peter growled in response, his lips curling into a smile. They were already fighting for dominance and he wasn’t going to let her win this time. He spun her around and tossed her over his shoulder. Felicia gasped, the breath being knocked from her lungs, as she felt him rip her boots from her feet. He quickly followed by peeling her skin tight pants off her legs, leaving her completely naked, and stranded over his shoulder. Any other person would have struggled to get those pants off that quickly but, with his enhanced strength, they were no match for him. Peter could throw her around with ease like she weighed nothing. He loved being able to show off his strength as if it was supposed to impress her. 

A gloved hand caressed her bare ass cheek before giving it a hard smack, “No panties tonight? Naughty girl.” He dropped her back to her feet and spun her around be face to face with her reflection. She let out a quiet whine of pleasure at being forcibly man handled. Without her heels, he seemed much taller, looming behind her, than before. She wanted to feel small tonight and he was giving her exactly what she needed. 

Peter dropped his hand to slide between her thighs. The movements were slow and meticulous, urging his way higher up to find his prize. Felicia gave a squeak of approval when she felt him part her lips and trace along her slit. 

He rested his chin on the top of her head and grinned at her in the mirror, “You’re already soaking through my glove and I haven’t even stuck a finger in yet. Someone’s desperate.” 

It was true. Right now, Peter was the only person she was currently having sex with. He was the only one she felt safe enough with to let her guard down. He might be a masked vigilante but he had a reputation of being the good guy. A hero. He’d proven himself to be a good sexual partner over the last few months. He was exciting. He could read her better than most people and knew when to pull back from going too far. As long as he kept his mask on, she was happy to let him play with her. It had been over two weeks since she last saw him. That’s why the jewel heist was necessary. The Black Cat was in desperate need of attention that only he could provide. 

Light whimpers tumbled from her lips as her slick folds were expertly stroked. Every time he reached her clit, he’d twirl the tip of a finger around it, teasing her without giving her the satisfaction she was craving. Her breath was already coming in heavy pants. Her hips would roll with his fingers, trying to keep him closer to her swollen clit, but constantly being purposefully evaded to keep her begging for more. She knew she was leaking all over his palm. She could feel the wetness of his glove against her sensitive skin. There was something about being toyed with by Spider-Man, New York’s goody two shoes, that made her drip with excitement.

Finally, Peter eased in his thick, middle finger. The ribbed material of his glove gave her that added bit of pleasure. Before she even had time to open her mouth to let out a moan or adjust to the invasion, he was adding in a second. 

“Yes,” she gasped. 

This was exactly what she needed, her body was screaming out for a release. The tips of his fingers grazed perfectly over that delicious spot inside of her which made her knees tremble. Peter created a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her, putting a portion of his strength into each thrust of his arm. The noises her pussy was making were positively filthy. He hooked and twisted his fingers to delve in deeper and reach every angle he could manage while her ears were filled with her own moans and the squelching, wetness of her cunt. 

“Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. His free hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face towards the mirror. “So needy for my touch. Soaking wet. Zero resistance. All it takes is two fingers for you to lose yourself. A proper whore.” He gave her a dark laugh. “Are you like that with everyone you fuck or just me?” 

Felicia shook her head, gasping for air as he assaulted her throbbing pussy, “Just you, Spidey. Only you. Only you can make me feel like this.” He had no idea he was the only one she allowed to touch her these days. The less he knew, the better. 

He smirked, pleased with her answer, “Are you going to be a good kitty for me from now on? Are you going to behave yourself?” 

She whined, “Yes. Yes. I’ll be so good. Please.” She’d say anything if it meant he kept touching her. She grabbed for his other hand and held it between her thighs. “Please. Rub me too. I need more.” 

Peter tisked his tongue at her and pulled the hand out of her grasp, “I don’t think you deserve it. If you want someone to rub your clit, you better do it yourself. Go on. Do it. Touch yourself. That’s an order.” 

Her heart was racing as she slipped her own hand between her legs. She spread her thighs a little further apart and leaned her back against Peter’s chest. Everything was hot and sopping wet down there. She could feel the slickness coating her thighs and dribbling onto his hand, never ceasing from thrusting into her. The tips of her fingers found her throbbing clit and she locked eyes with the masked one as she began pleasuring herself along with him. His mouth parted while he watched intently and he quickly licked his drying lips. He was enjoying his view in the mirror. 

Felicia’s breasts heaved with each heavy, panting breath. She could feel the slight creeping embarrassment heat up her face as she saw how aroused she looked in her reflection. Her face was ignited with a drooling pleasure. He had that effect on her. Whether she was taking control of him or he was of her, she was always left dissolved into a puddle of shaking orgasms by the end. She really was a proper whore when it came to Spider-Man. 

Peter made a low noise of approval, “Fuck, Cat. Your walls clamp down so tight whenever your clit gets played with. I love the way you squeeze onto my fingers. So tight.” 

She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip to stop the obscene moans rumbling out of her. “Shut up,” she managed to spit out. “You’re no better. I’ve seen you turn into a whining, begging mess in my hands.” 

He chuckled, “It was a compliment, dumbass.” His voice lowered into a satisfied purr. “I think it’s hot. Do I make you feel good?” 

She grumbled in response, not wanting to give in to him too easily. 

He brushed aside her snow white locks and licked up the ridge of her ear, “Come on, Cat. You know you want to answer. Tell me. Do I make you feel good?”

Felicia couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips as he slowly eased in a third finger. She watched his lips tug into an arrogant smile. 

“There we go,” he whispered. “See? It’s not that hard. Look at how well your body reacts to me. It’s like a drug every time I see it. I can’t stay away. Tell me how it good it feels to be finger fucked by Spider-Man. Tell me how much you love it and I’ll give you what you really want.” 

She squeezed her eyes closed. She didn’t have to look at herself while she answered, “It feels so good. I love the feeling of your fingers stretching me. I want you inside me all the time. I dream about it every night. Why do you think I robbed a bank tonight? I wanted you to catch me. You’ve been ignoring me for two weeks. I took matters into my own hands.” 

Peter slowed, pulled his soaked digits from her clenching channel, and ran them over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She felt empty without him filling her. 

“You could have just called,” he chastised her. “I have a phone, ya know.” 

Felicia flashed him a smile, “But this is more fun.” 

“Maybe I wanted to see how long it’d take for you to miss me?” 

He gripped her hips and turned her around to face him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. She adored the feeling of his warm tongue fighting its way past her lips. He grinded his stiff bulge against her pelvis, attempting to get any kind of friction on it that he could. She humored him by palming him through his suit while he heated up the passionate kiss, moaning into her mouth and giving her a quiet whimper. Eventually he pulled himself out of her intoxicating grasp to spin her back around. She heard him fumbling with the pants of his suit and knew he was unleashing his beautiful cock. 

Peter pushed himself up behind her and clasped onto her chin, guiding her attention back up to the mirror, “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. I want you to see what I see every time I plunge my cock into you.” 

Felicia gasped when she felt the warmth of his thick head press against her folds. She did what he asked and kept her eyes focused on her own reflection. Tantalizingly slow, Peter carefully breached past her puffy lips. He pushed deeper and deeper until she was forced to bite her own finger to suppress a moan. Her eyes had widened with a desperate need and she watched the heated pleasure spread across her expression. For only a brief moment, she wished she could see the look on his face too. 

She didn’t have much time to contemplate it before he was pulling back and thrusting into her. His thick appendage stretched her wide and hit deep into her with each thrust. Peter bent her over, holding her up by a fistful of hair, so she was face to face with herself in the mirror. Like he asked, she stared straight into her own dark eyes. She looked completely debauched. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her eyeliner was slightly smudged from its usually crisp cat eye, wispy strands of her straightened hair stuck to cheek and were starting to frizz up from the sweat. Her eyes were dazed and stared back at her with a lewd, helpless expression. Her open, drooling mouth gave out a constant stream of loud, shameless moans and her hot breath fogged up the glass. 

“Like what you see?” He growled behind her, smirking at her reflection. “Because I know I do.” 

Felicia glanced up at his lopsided mask. His tongue was hanging out from between his lips in concentration as he focused on pumping into her with a steady rhythm. His grip on her hair was the only thing keeping her from falling face first into the mirror. She couldn’t answer him if she wanted to. Her body was too preoccupied on the endless waves of pleasure coursing through her. His cock always felt so nice. She had missed it. She had missed him. 

Peter yanked her back up against his chest, her back forced to arch so he could keep up his thrusts, and he steadied her by encompassing her breasts with his hands instead. One of his gloves was still soaked with her juices. It felt cold against her skin as he toyed with her nipple. 

“Best set of tits I’ve ever met,” he sighed happily. 

Felicia purred with enjoyment as he gripped at her soft flesh, pinching and teasing her taut nipples between his fingers. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. He was loving this as much as she was. He kept a hand massaging her beautiful breasts while the other slayed out over her stomach. He felt the hardness of her muscles and circled down the heat radiating from between her thighs. They both knew the second he found her clit, she’d be pushed over the edge. 

She stared into the large whites of his exaggerated eyes and silently urged him onward. Peter’s fingers found her swollen bud and he proceeded to tenderly stoke it. 

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Squeeze me tighter. So fucking tight. Good kitty. Feel that orgasm start to rise in your stomach. Look at how your nipples are getting harder. Watch the muscles tighten in your stomach. I want you to cum for me, Cat. Be a good girl and cum for your Spider. Let yourself go. Give in.” 

With a high pitched whine followed by a guttural moan, Felicia’s entire body shook with rapid, jerking movements. Peter pumped into her with faster and shorter thrusts, quickly rolling his hand in tight circles over her clit, letting her get every ounce of pleasure that she could. Her soaking channel tightened around him, squeezing onto his cock, riding him like her life depended on it. 

He gripped onto her chin to force her eyes back to the mirror, “Watch yourself. Look at you. Look at how beautiful you are as you cum.” 

Her eyes met with her own, her vision blurring slightly from the happy tears that always welled up whenever she came. The tight coil building inside of her snapped. It radiated warmth through her entire body. A low, lewd moan fell from her parted lips. She watched the euphoric expression overtake her face, her eyes rolling back into her skull, unable to keep them focused on herself any longer. The tears fell from her eyes and rolled down her heated cheeks. 

When her clenched walls finally released Peter, he slid out from inside of her. She could hear him panting behind her. He had one arm slung around her waist to keep her upright. He had yet to find his own release, not wanting to empty inside of her. As much as she wanted to collapse onto the ground and curl up, she steadied her trembling legs. She forced herself out of his tight grasp and to her knees, turning around and silently taking him into her mouth. He didn’t have to ask. He never needed to. He had been so good to her. She’d take care of her Spider in return. 

Felicia wrapped her hand around his rock hard cock and placed the tip into her mouth. The moment she started to apply the slightest of suction with her lips, he went weak at the knees. She slowly lowered her head while she sucked, impaling her mouth on his shaft, and relaxing her throat so he could slide down easier. With the tight seal of her lips, she used her tongue to its full effect, teasing his head, tasting herself drenched over him, and moaning in delight as he rolled over her tongue. She relished in the pathetic whimpers falling from his lips. Spider-Man was a sucker for a good blow job. If any villain ever wanted to get the upper hand, all they’d need to do was wrap their lips around his cock and he’d be putty in their hands. He could pretend to be the dominant one all he wanted. Black Cat knew the truth. His needy sounds filled her with a certain pride knowing that she was the one to force them out of him. His cock felt nice in her mouth like it was always destined to be thrusting down her throat. 

She looked up at him through her lashes. The mask had slipped up his nose and she could see his eyes peering down at her from under it. They were cast in shadow but, for a moment, they locked their gaze. He stared down at her, watching her expressions carefully, while she sucked him off. Her heart lurched at the sight. It was very rare she ever caught a real glimpse of his eyes. Felicia tore away her gaze. It was too much to handle. She wasn’t used to the man behind the mask staring back at her. Her grip around his cock loosened as her mouth went slack. 

He responded to their shared, intimate moment, knowing how much she claimed to hate seeing him without his mask, by grabbing the back of her head and thrusting himself down her throat. She gagged at the sudden invasion but quickly recovered. It was his indirect way of forcing her to focus back at the task she had given herself. She straightened herself up and gripped onto his hips, working her lips to reach the base of his dick. Tears welled in her eyes. There was gurgled moaning and choking gags but she managed to take him entirely into her. She held him there for a second before pulling back with a gasp of sputtering air. A thick line of drool connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. She gazed back up at him, a single tear streaming down her face, seeking his approval. 

Peter gripped onto the back of her hair and pushed her face back towards him, “I didn’t say stop.” 

She allowed him to face fuck her, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth at a furious pace. He was pissed off that she never wanted to see him without the mask. It made him feel small and unworthy. Spider-Man had a desperate need to feel wanted and loved. Felicia was great at giving him the opposite of that. It only made him chase her even more. He poured his frustration for her into the blow job, practically growling as he used her throat like a pussy. His aggression delighted her. It made her feel alive. It proved that he cared about her and what she thought of him. He wanted her to love him back. She loved knowing that she still had power over him. The cards were in her hand. She didn’t want to be the weak one. He was wrapped around her finger. No matter how dominant he tried to be, she would always hold the power. Peter gave a final grunt, lodging his cock into her mouth, and unleashing his seed down her throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s good.” 

His shoulders sagged and he stumbled backwards away from her, tugging the mask back over his face to hide any shame he may have.  

Felicia swallowed every drop he gave her and wiped the thick strands of drool from her chin. She watched him carefully while he tucked his softening member back into his tight pants. She didn’t need to see his face to know he felt guilty for fucking her like that. He always felt guilty whenever he lost himself in the moment and let his emotions take control. He didn’t want to be seen as the aggressor but that was why she wanted him. Her throat would be sore tomorrow morning. She refused to tell him that she allowed him to do it. If she didn’t want him to face fuck her, she would have never gotten on her knees in the first place. She knew what she was doing. 

She wasn’t usually the kind of person to offer comfort to ease anyone’s tortured conscience. 

Instead, she cut his growing tension by gracefully getting back onto her feet and handing him an olive branch in the form of a sly smile, “I suppose your deal still stands, web-head. Black Cat will be back on your side and refraining from any petty thievery for the near future. For now. As long as you promise to come visit me from time to time. A girl has needs, ya know. Don’t leave me wanting you for too long. Otherwise I might get feisty.” 

She watched the relief wash over him as his posture loosened. He overthought everything he did when he had no need to.

Spider-Man held up two fingers, shooting her a peace sign, and hopped up onto her window sill, “Maybe I like it when you get feisty? See ya later, Cat. Try not to dream of me! I know it’s hard. I’m irresistible.” 

With those final, snarky words, he jumped out the window, leaving her standing naked and alone, like always.