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gourmetburgers2021-05-26 12:17 pm
hackitudes) wrote in gourmetburgers2021-05-26 12:17 pm
[texting repository] bc not everything's gotta be action
gen texts
spicy sexts
crack...
idc go wild
gen texts
spicy sexts
crack...
idc go wild
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When he talks sweet on her, she can let the moans subside and her forehead to press down to his. Smiling, honestly with no sly kind of undertone. It's honest. It'll be moments like that which will haunt her at night, make her want to call him up for round 402 of their little back and forth. She's not easy to please... so she's always hungry for more. Call her a little selfish and move on.
His roughness will make her thighs hurt, sure – will make the deepest parts of her cunt ache with want for quite some time. But... she knew how this goes. She wanted it, unbridled and unfiltered. Maybe she'll leave some marks on him later in some territorial payback-kinda way.
There's an interruption between them too quickly for her to snap to – she pulls back when he calls out, leaning back enough for him to have complete access to her front half. The arch of his spunk glazes where it should and not buried inside of her during their own reckless foray into this renewed reunion. Felicia's catching her breath, not yet over her own needs – but she's fine, pulling herself off of him to flop back onto the couch. Fortunately, with her legs draped over his lap – she reaches back for a tissue and cleans up the utter mess he made onto her.
She's selfish, but she lets him have his breaths and precious recoup period. ]
You're lucky I'm aware that your spider stamina outlives a man's stamina. [ She teases him with a jab, but – no... she's actually happy about this. Let's her take a moment to cup at herself to keep her own embers burning. To take a moment to catch her breath. ] Good for you? Seems like you really... really needed that. I hope you're still all equal opportunity and going to help me out too.
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[ Though he can't boast anything that holds a candle to the healing factors of, say, Wolverine or the Hulk. Two guys who've injured each other more than Peter's ever allowed himself to get injured. The fact remains, though, that Peter can take hits that would otherwise kill a normal man. Or a man with powers that don't consist of enhanced durability.
Sorry, Cyclops.In any case, Felicia's teasing earns her the touch of Peter's hand, as delicately he takes hers and clasps it gently. As if even after finishing, he's not quite done continuing to hold her hand, to suggest there's as much love here as there is lust. Even if... Peter doesn't seem quite ready to enunciate that. Even if all he's willing to do is leave gestures such as this, touches that represent a love language all its own. He even pulls Felicia's hand closer, within the reach of his lips, so he can plant a gentle kiss on her palm. ]
You're no slouch yourself, either.
Which is why I'd love to see how long you hold out. Maybe I'll make a stupid pun that sends you over the edge!
[ Not that he sounds particularly out for revenge. Rather, he seems more interested in having an excuse to quip during sex. ]
There was something I was thinking about before I, uh... came.
You'll know where I'm going with this, just bear with me--
[ What he was thinking of before, of reaching for the webshooter on the other side of the couch? He does that. Takes both, actually, and equips one on each wrist. ]
Trust me on this one, okay?
[ If his spider-strength is a topic they keep returning to, there's definitely no avoiding it now. Because without much warning, as if half the fun of this is the attempt to surprise Felicia, Peter abruptly kicks his thigh up, launching her towards the ceiling in the way he was imagining. It's like she's on the receiving end of the fastball special, no different from Logan getting thrown by the Hulk or the Thing, because she gets launched with immense speed - like the first major plunge of a roller coaster.
Fortunately, Peter's reflexes act faster than the speed of Felicia's flight. He fires more than enough webbing to catch Felicia in a thick and secure net, the accumulation of webbing that has collected between her and the ceiling. The net doesn't even give so that Felicia's momentum leads her to collide with the ceiling, having just enough tension to keep her from doing so. And when she's safe up above, reacting however she may to Peter's insanity, he only looks up at her with guilty smile. Seemingly repentant, yet utterly delighted by his mischief.
He follows her to the ceiling, then, with a quick leap. He crawls up to her body, smothering her with his presence as he presses his chest against hers. Close enough, now, that her face is a kiss away-- because a kiss is precisely what he gives her next. ]
Sorry. Forgot to tell you to buckle your seatbelt.
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So, it was the pun and not my pussy that drove you wild? Jeez, so easy...
[ Light, teasing nudges were given his way, but when Peter starts to get sneaky like a spider... she's perking a brow up. Judgment and concern wash over her face – because there's a reason why he's getting those damn web shooters. ]
If you ask for trust you usually don't deser –
[ She's cut off and Goddamnit, she forgot how quickly things transition when he's feeling frisky. It happens in under a few seconds, enough for him to try and play cute with her and thinking with more of his spider parts than his man parts. It's not the first time they've been tangled in webs together – but the first one in her home? Maybe. ]
Ohhh - you ass, you better not ruin my security deposit...!
[ He's not winning points by how he joins her up there, leaving her white hair falling down her features against his when he starts trying to make nice on her. On trying to spice up things in ways he knows she likes. ]
I didn't think this would really be the kink you wanted to go for tonight... [ How can she even stay mad at him? Well, easily – but she gives him one, just so long as he gives her one too. ] How long have you been waiting to do that?
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[ There's Peter shrugging, momentarily letting go of the webbing on the ceiling so he can free his hands to give that shrug more emphasis. With his legs still clinging to the webbing, or more accurately - the webbing still clinging to his legs - Peter isn't worried about falling off any time soon. He thinks to discard the webshooters, suspecting they'll just be in the way... before aiming down below. Firing a thread, only to hoist it so he can retrieve his mask. He puts it on but only just so, leaving his face below the bridge of his nose still exposed. Only then does he drop the web shooters onto the sofa, before regarding Felicia with an amused smirk. ]
Figured you'd like this.
Not because you like the Spider more than the Man.
[ He won't ignore, after all, how much Felicia's consciously changed. ]
But because you love both.
[ Before he can ruminate too long about accidentally saying "love," he cuts to the chase. That spider stamina Felicia was talking about goes unquestioned here, Peter well over the need for some kind of post-coital recovery period. Not even cuddles. Rather, said stamina instead compels him to remain secure in front of Felicia, holding her in an embrace while she's more or less bound to the webbing he's produced: he slips a hand through the small of her back, his arm cradling it as his other hand fondles her nearest breast. Back, in some sense, to the way they started. In Peter's encroachment, though, this isn't a spider out to consume their prey... by any literal meaning.
What he seems keen to do, instead, is sample her. To secure himself, he straddles one of her legs. Braving the white floof of her hair that's beholden to gravity, Peter faces down the side of her neck to plant a languid kiss on its skin. He sucks on it, licks it up, kisses it - each gesture more smothering, more supplicant than the last. There's a fervency here that he struggled to contain when Felicia was riding him, Peter forgetting that the object here is to disturb neighbors who've shown less care over the loudness of their own fucking.
Now, it took discipline over time for Peter to know how to manage his sticky fingers. How to be able to let go of a surface without the struggle that comes with adhesive palms and fingertips. He exercised such mastery earlier, when fondling Felicia on the sofa. But now, it's time to demonstrate just how much he can control. For in fondling Felicia now, Peter purposefully allows his hand to stick at times. After a particularly drawn out squeeze, he pulls while Felicia's nipple and areola still cling to his palm. He doesn't release until it's clear she responds to just enough of a pulling sensation. With his fingertips, he eventually repeats this, tormenting the same nipple he'd already been caressing into hardness. ]
Promise I'll clean up the webs after this.
[ He whispers into her ear when saying this, before his kisses travel across her cheek and finally, to her lips. ]
Now don't mind me brainstorming a pun that'll rock your world.
The cat's pajamas of jokes.
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[ OKAY, OKAY, she won't kill the mood! He knows she's teasing. For anyone with Peter Parker DNA – it's him that keeps her interested and he has to know that. They liked the frisky stuff, mostly in costume sure, but this was no different than them being horny stupid young adults. Felicia does tense up a bit when love was brought back into the fray, but she won't let it linger either. Not now, not when it was said in such a passing way.
His fingers and palm glide against that frame of hers in ways that spark electricity. She hated his tenderness at times, because it haunts her in the worst ways. Where she chews her bottom lip and closes her eyes well into laying down... and she will most definitely still feel his fingertips drag to her body. Ugh. He got her bad and she's left playing defensively now.
There is something animalistic about how they react. Peter, like his spidersona crawling to mount her leg... Felicia with how she was quick to provide herself like she had been in some heat for him. Was it far off at this point?
When he finds the weak spot on her neck, where she feels her air escape in sighs of relief...? His name was cursed under her breath – definitely in annoyance as much as arousal. ]
You better. I want less of that white stuff and more of this –
[ White stuff, y'know – her thigh hoists up enough to grind up between his leg, applying pressure. Even as she sticks to the web to hold on, she can give him something too! Felicia refused to just let him sample her, to worship the shape of her curves and reunite with the fullest part of her. Her arousal didn't sink for a moment, she was still as turned on as ever... still attuned to what they wanted. How badly they wanted each other... so when she can, she gives in a little bit for him. ]
If I let you keep punning, you'll fuck me nicely right? I think I deserve that much.
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[ He sighs, deflated as he's unable to follow through with the joke. ]
Y'know what? Not even going there. Not today.
[ At least he laughs it off after the fact, diverting attention to his maneuvers that leave Felicia breathless, the cat ever suspended in anticipation. He doubles down on every kiss against her neck, the ever longing press of his lips leaving impressions on her skin. His kisses soon reach her shoulders, trailing along her nearest clavicle-- all before he shifts to the other side of her neck, where he begins again. Hoping, in all this, to lavish her with affection she was clearly thirsting for.
And to think, he's still fondling her. Touching her. Never wanting to stop touching her, as his hands fail to cease their caresses. When she grinds her thigh against him, hoping to get another rise out of him, he doesn't resist, giving her the satisfaction of watching him harden - watching him grin in acknowledgement of her little gesture. He returns the favor with his own, his nearest hand caressing her thigh, feeling up its underside with careful fingers. Knowing just how much to let stick just before letting go: the occasional interruption to otherwise soft and smooth - and almost ticklish - caresses. ]
You let me keep punning, and I'll do more than that.
...but now that I'm being encouraged, I'm kinda out of material.
[ That same hand that was just caressing her thigh changes tracks, though. Slips around it to sink between her legs and let a finger begin palpating her slit. Meticulously, he brushes her folds, conscious not to start with a bang but to introduce each sensation slowly... and excruciatingly so. Make Felicia want it, expect it, more than she already does-- tantalize her with a show of what Peter's capable of, and the promise that he'll bring it all to fruition. ]
Still got enough left in me for this.
[ Despite introducing only a single finger, that's two that suddenly press against her walls, having slid through the slit only one had been teasing. It's by no means abrupt or forceful... yet. Only a smooth and deliberate encroachment to watch how Felicia reacts as she accommodates the incursion. All the while, Peter's other hand still fondles one of her breasts. His lips remain a whisper away from her ear, Peter having spoken before now resuming his kisses upon her neck.
She doesn't know it yet, but he doesn't want to show his entire hand, so to speak. Hence the slowness. The softness. No, he's biding his time with all this preamble, substantial though it may be.
Because he sure as hell plans to give her a mouthful... in more ways than one. His lips part from her neck, in fact, as Peter crawls downward, planting a trail of kisses down her breasts, then her stomach, then her waist, until his lips reach one of her inner thighs. Felicia can look down to find his head safely nestled between her legs, Peter's fingers having yet to be relinquished from inside her. He seems to have no intention of removing them, as he looks up at Felicia with intent. ]
You mind, uh... spreading these folds of yours? Need to prove I still know where it is.
[ Certainly makes him a better detective than a certain other male animal-themed vigilante, Peter crossing a line that the other can't! ]
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[ Both of them had fallen victim to slander and lies. To sensationalized headlines to earn the attention of the city. "Spider-Man: Is He GAY?" was a favorite but the one that always made her want to ball up any magazines she found on the newsrack: "Black Cat or Black Tramp?" It was a hard life being a costumed hero, but even for someone who values her street cred and walks that morally gray line... it was tough! Either way, it was a brief mention that she deflects with, instead focused solely on every motion Peter has for her. How could she not? He does things no other man could, he makes her feel ways no other impromptu Spider-clone could.
Sorry, the original was pretty much the best. :/
Even if Felicia didn't want to touch him during this whole ordeal of being his 'prey' in this little web, the way she looks down to him was worthy of its own mention. The intensity of her eyes, the deviousness of those pretty greens... Felicia looked at him like he was the prey, as if trying to keep him in line – keep him going lower...
When he touches between her legs, her stomach felt in knots. The attention to her slit, how his fingers just need dive in and give her something was making her squirm up – to try and close the distance further and keep him focused onto her. The neck assault was something that could easily bruise her skin if he really got into it – last thing they needed to leave marks... visible ones, anyway. ]
Aww, poor baby. Maybe I'll get you a pun book for your birthday – nnmph! Peter!
[ When he gets down to her waist, where his kisses traverse each curve and dip of her frame... nope – he doesn't dare pull away, only planning to add to this. Maybe she was getting rewarded for being such a good girl. Hmmm... All she can do was look down, push her hands down with resistance, two digits push against her folds and, y'know – spreading herself for him. ]
Thanks for the image, lover. I missed seeing you like this. Seems like you're home already...
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So... enlighten me.
[ Sounds like he's horny enough to admit to his own curiosity. By now, though, any pretext of shielding his own vulnerability is well out the window. The proximity they share now, the resulting exposure, leaves nothing left to hide between them. Physically, at least, save for the mask Peter continues to wear as a fanciful little ornament, the lower half of his face left exposed. Kind of sums up what truly lies between them: a willingness to open their hearts to each other, but hiding just enough to play it safe. To let time decide if more is worth sharing.
Peter, as always, is optimistic. But he's not pushing his luck-- that's more Felicia's thing. For now, he goes with what he suspects simply works. Folds now spread open before him, Peter laps his tongue against Felicia's exposed clit, every lick slow and languid... yet playfully so. Like he's purposefully riling her up with anticipation, never mind how much he already busies himself with his fingers. He slips a third one in, in fact, waiting to see if Felicia notices (she will), as each thrust of his hand only strengthens in force. A somewhat boyish eagerness takes over him as his licks sacrifice a methodical slowness for enthusiastic speed, tongue flitting with a greater frequency despite never wavering from the same spot.
Home indeed, like Felicia says. ]
What can I say? Never been too far from it.
[ For a second, Peter feels something resembling Mephisto's influence when saying those words. Granted, it's a microscopic enough sensation that he shrugs it off.
After speaking, he resumes his course. Trading the tip of his tongue for the presses of his lips, which pucker against the circumference of Felicia's clit. Less than an inch below him, here, are fingers that continue working away inside her, curling with a distinct vigor at the apex of every thrust-- each fingertip, at the same time, pressing against her most sensitive spot within. A very hungry spider, clearly... showing the evident benefits of a metabolism that came packaged with all his endowments.
Kidding. But that enhanced libido definitely comes from somewhere. ]
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[ Even if he is allowed his jokes and puns, she's going to keep them on track. Especially when she has the promise of using his tongue something better. The view brings her back to old times, as does most of their little interactions. Felicia was one of the most forward-thinking girls Peter may know, but there's always something nostalgic about looking back. Seeing the good and bad they got into together and romanticizing it, in her opinion. The mask stays on, but not because they both need it to. It was just to make things as fun and interesting as they always did between them.
Her head tilts back when he doesn't wait a single second after she readies herself. The sensation makes her sigh in relief, repressed feelings and needs all coming to fruition with the strokes of his tongue. The way his fingers work inside of her was the real dynamic duo (trio, now), making her buck up every so often when he hits a sweet spot. Be it insides or her aching nub, Felicia was making noises for him that she hadn't in some time. It wasn't like when she was on top of him – these were more airy, more desperate...
Submissive?
Congrats, it's not every time Felicia get whiney.
When he pulls back just to quip about something that makes little sense to her, fluttering eyes glare down instead, demanding he finishes her off without so much as losing himself to puns, quips, and jokes. Only he would do that with Felicia at his mercy. Tells something about the power he has over her, huh? ]
Fuck. D-Definitely missed this.
[ He knows how to give, that much is clear. Other animal themed heroes could never, but he's good to her. Good for her because it only encourages her to squirm around like the aforementioned prey for the spider, handling the increased attention to the parts he knows drives her wild. Maybe it was the curl of his fingers or the way his tongue and lips pair to her... lower set of lips – either way, she feels comfortable enough to praise him for it, give him some props. ]
Peter... right there, baby. You're still good for it – nnn, going to have to... to put your number back on speed dial for this.
[ She can joke too – even if it was the more torrid, naughty kind of jokes. ]
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[ Then again, she's been considerably tolerant of Peter's simultaneous comedy act... however subpar. Where his chatter is all flash, his actions are very much all substance. Every movement is in service of taking Felicia closer and closer to that desired edge, Peter's ministrations eliciting moans rather contrary to Felicia's typical demeanor. Yes, she's getting whiny, and yes, she's getting submissive. Meanwhile, Peter down there's learning just how much he likes this.
Not that he's forever opposed to being topped all of a sudden. This is just a side of Felicia he's often not exposed to. A side of her, in fact, that the neighbors surely resent to hear. Well, fine. It's her apartment. So why not amp it up, by marshalling that dynamic trio to dig further inside her, harder and with greater fervor? Replicating what works and bringing more force - some of the reserves of his spider-strength - to make Felicia's body tremble in the tangle of all this webbing.
Her whole self sways in concert with Peter's impositions: every pounding of his hand between her legs, every forceful insertion of his fingers whose tips never cease to press against her walls. All of this he manages while continuing to lap her up, continuing to draw circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, evidently committed to seeing this through to its inevitable conclusion. ]
When was I ever not? After the whole Fin Fang Foom thing?
[ Seems the mere mention of Fin Fang Foom was worth relinquishing his mouth for. Fortunately for Felicia, he resumes his course, reintroducing himself by puckering his lips around her clit, practically kissing the surrounding space as he continues fingering her below. ]
I'm not stopping till the inevitable happens. Just saying.
[ There's a smugness to him now, a spider who's gotten ahead of himself after monitoring the signs of Felicia's dishevelment. It's not often, after all, that he leaves her flustered. He doesn't at all resent her tendency to be in control, to be the one to titillate and tempt him... but the turned tables represent a nice change of pace. Nice enough for Peter to once again be titillated and tempted indeed, as the mere act of witnessing his effects on Felicia restores his own arousal. He doesn't announce it, so Felicia's really gonna have turn her head and look to know, but he's hard as he listens to her unravel-- as he listens to each shudder of pleasure that escapes her lips, the fruits of all his diligence.
It's only a matter of time before he receives his real reward. ]
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[ It was like he knew every curl of his fingers and stroke of his tongue would be her undoing. The girl may put on a front about her feelings most of the time, but she's honest about this. How she looks down to watch the magic unfold, as he uses muscle memory on every sweet spot she may have had. It was uncomfortable at first, makes her feel as if she was literally melting against him – but Peter seems to be rolling with the punches as usual. This time, the punches were just a twitch of her hips – where she grinds up to meet his own efforts.
As he talks, he's not focusing – but she has to indulge him. ]
Pfft... sweetie, you had to – nnn, take the spot from my favorite Thai place... [ What, was this Myspace Top 8? She's joking, laughing to try and keep the mood light – but those laughs turn into a sharp cry of pleasure when those lips kiss in just the right way and his fingers do things hers just haven't in a while. The girl was pent up, sure – but when he lets his smugness and confidence battle her own need for him... she was on a fast-track to reaching their destination. ] Fuck.
Peter.
[ When she says its name, its full of longing. Full of love and full of a disbelief that he was working her into a frenzy. He's doing something right and it was a simple affirmation, a praise she'll know he could stand to hear. Her own bottom lip feels bruised from how hard her teeth gnash against it, where she feels run ragged already – so she gives a warning. ]
Close already... don't boost your ego too – nnn, too high – just get me there...
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[ Never mind that he's referring to an entirely separate context. Currently, no one knows that better than Felicia: Peter running his mouth without quipping a mile a minute. Rather, he's making use of some other talents, here... unrelenting as the live collapse of Felicia's walls entices him further. Proverbial walls, though. Any veneer of composure, coolness, the advantage she constantly holds over Peter, is gone without a trace. She can put herself at ease, this way, letting Peter take it from here, the spider more than equipped to take what the cat dishes out.
Because certainly, he quirks a brow once Felicia starts bucking her hips up, pressing herself against his face while he's trying to eat her out and finger her simultaneously. He doesn't consider it an obstacle, however, but a sure sign of a job well done. Of progress. And the recognition esteems him to take what's so "pent up" within Felicia and cause the dam to break. Peter takes it upon himself to intensify his every gesture, lips pressed harder now against her clit, tongue occasionally flitting out to lap up the same spot. As these intervals impress upon Felicia above, fingers below work to take her to that inevitable destination. For variety's sake, Peter sacrifices power for speed, the initial forcefulness of his hand's every thrust now giving way to a rising frequency, sure to impose a sensation on Felicia's slit as his hand - relentless - drags fingers in and out without fail. ]
Oh, you can count on it.
[ With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And if Peter's got the power to make Felicia see stars-- send her reeling in the tempest of her own orgasm, it's his responsibility to make it so. Look, count on Peter to contrive a way to translate his moral code into pleasing a woman, alright? That's still more than can be said for certain other vigilantes
, not to beat a dead horse... or bat, with this joke.The moral principle in question is at least backed up by its practical application. Peter knows Felicia's close, can feel it in every twitch of her body, hear it in her every pained whimper. It's a rare spectacle to witness, her having come undone this way. It's almost... gratifying, though not as some form of petty satisfaction. Gratifying because it's so authentically her, unafraid to let herself be so vulnerable before him. It's a remarkable change from the way they started, long ago, and Peter cherishes this. That's why he takes it so seriously, having contemplated earlier on this night just how much of himself he can open up to her again.
In seeing this through to the end, taking Felicia closer and closer to that desperately desired edge... Peter reaches a new resolve. Felicia's well worth the risk of vulnerability. The risk of exposure.
And Peter's gonna fight for every chance to swing by her side… especially if it means more coffee dates.
But that’s the thing, right? Peter wants to make this worth Felicia’s while, but sometimes that also entails taking risks, as Felicia herself might. Going out on a limb to try something venturesome, daring, and slightly risqué… though in this case, subtlety’s out the window.
And in Peter’s case, so’s any more of that contact— of the sustained motions of his lips, tongue, and fingers that worked so steadfastly in concert, all to take Felicia closer and closer to her climax. Rather than take Felicia to that desired edge now, Peter conjures an entirely different edge for the time being… conjures it by ceasing operations, doing nothing. Lips, still pressed against Felicia’s folds, remain closed and stationary. Fingers, still deep within Felicia’s walls, lie dormant and still.
All unmoving, and cruelly, excruciatingly so.
Peter’s silent smile, here, is almost as provocative as a quip. ]
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Just as she does, mewling like a cat that needed scratched in just the right way. Black Cat may not be known for begging, but Felicia? That's a sound so sweet past her lips. Gravity wasn't her friend in the situation, but she lets him have his fun. Lets him make her feel so close... and then lets him yank it away. ]
I'm going to murder you.
[ A threat that sounds so sexy even if he knows she could. The twitches of her body subside from frantic to subtle, trying to calm her breathing and keep herself from becoming too... needy? Too desperate? God knew she was.
Felicia thinks about how she could pay him back for this. Make him nut in his pants in the middle of a work night, claw up his suit mid-fuck, or maybe even leave him high and dry in a renovated hotel room they claim in the future for their midnight shenanigans... Cruelty was just as much as a kink when it came to Peter – but this was sexy cruel, just as he was doing to her right now. Ugh. ]
Or remember this for future... nnn, future reference... I was nice to you and this is how you reward me? Nnn, never going to let you live this down.
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God, though. For as much of a dweeb that Peter used to be, and despite the utter dweeb that he is now, Felicia's right to ponder. How often has Peter allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of another, to give his trust in such a compromising way? How often has he done so despite everything that's happened to him, everything that would've eroded the conviction - the compassion - of a lesser man? Though "lesser" might not be the right word, here. "Realistic," maybe. But it's hard to call someone "realistic" when he's devoted himself to an ideal: the very same great power / great responsibility Peter's repeated to himself and others ad nauseam.
It's almost like he can't lose faith in people. Least of all Felicia, despite everything they've been through-- all the ways they've hurt each other. Moments like these that they share, home to the smallest of intimacies and sweetest of nothings, occur to Peter as opportunities for reinvention. The mending of the past, the building of a path forward. But that takes vulnerability. That takes the possibility of inviting yet more pain. But if there's one thing Felicia knows about Peter, it's his ability to take that pain and still move forward.
Which might not be readily apparent the moment he edges her... but that's a risk in itself. A playful gesture he'd only commit if he was comfortable enough. The threat she issues is a nice touch, well-earned in the way it manages to titillate him.
So he returns the favor a little bit. Resumes his course, drawing out the cruelty by starting slowly. Fingers inside her curl gently against her walls, failing to meet the intensity of moments prior. There's a deliberate, torturous slowness here, for as much Peter makes himself known and felt yet again. Here he is listening intently, amusedly, for any of Felicia's tortured moans. To see her come undone not only by anticipation, but by the knowledge that satisfaction is imminent. It's just a matter of when, really, wholly predicated on Peter's whim.
So what does his spider-sense tell him?
Well, nothing. He can only sense danger on his own behalf. Which might lead an unsuspecting Felicia to be caught off-guard, as Peter doesn't just pick up the pace. In a fraction of a second he not only picks up speed, but musters power. With every abrupt thrust of his hand, his fingers pummel against Felicia's walls, this violent rhythm reaching a fever pitch as Peter - with all his endurance - proves unrelenting. He shows no signs of stopping, here, not even so much as quipping while he brings Felicia back to the edge. The next horizon, the height of her climax, is only steps away.
As if to compensate for the momentary absence, Peter gives this all he has. Doesn't stop, no matter how much Felicia gasps and trembles under the deluge of his ministrations. He has every intention of utterly spoiling this cat. ]
pretend to be daredevil and don't look at the timestamps
It was Peter, not Spider playing with the food before him, finally beginning the motions of petting his favorite cat again. The marks he makes in her memory will carry on past tonight, where she's left squirming and tense beyond what she was with their little UST-fest. ]
Why is it... nnn, you give me what I want and still... hnn, piss me off...?
[ He knew how to get to her. They were explorative when they were younger, that didn't change even now. Felicia's eyes were shut tightly, bracing each slow smear against the wet walls she offers. Part of her tries to guess when he'd stuff forward or if he'd continue dragging until he nearly leaves her.
Bit by bit, she got comfortable with it –
So of course he throws her through a goddamn loop.
Her gaze snaps wide and she's left with a trembling cry of a moan. That power was his jets her body bit by bit, a dizziness overwhelming her. Felicia wasn't one to beg, wasn't one to chase unless she feels like it. So, she'll throw him something – because she was deathly serious. ]
Close. You gotta – nn, just a little bit more. Finish me off, loverboy. Like old time's sake.
[ Ghosts of their past, memories still so fondly (and unfondly) brought up when they were with each other. History has a way of repeating itself, but Felicia wanted to cherrypick. The good times – the fun ones, where she felt he loved her and she felt she could trust him.
Now, even if she had spent the better half of the evening alone, she wanted to be anything but. Even cats can get clingy every so often, go figure. ]
you said to pretend to be daredevil so
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[ His manner of getting to her, of utterly annoying her - sating her and blueballing her all at once - is quite consistent with their constant back-and-forth. Their never-ending game of cat and spider that every so often... culminates in trysts like this. In a cathartic encounter to remind themselves of the magnetism that holds them in suspense. Never to stray too far from each other, no matter how much changes, no matter how much more complicated things get.
It helps that Peter trusts her. That in his sense of responsibility is also a sense of responsibility to her. Which is why tells himself, and would be happy to tell Felicia, that all this edging's for her own good. That the tantalizing taking-away of pleasure just makes the eventual reward all the sweeter. Besides, when he gives it, he's still quite generous. Generous enough to take Felicia closer and closer, till after crying and moaning she must insist that he follow through already... and properly finish what he started. ]
Ha. Your wish is my command, Felicia.
[ With his mask rolled up just above his nose, nothing conceals his smile. A rare aura of satisfaction to man so cursed by his own Parker Luck.
Because Felicia's usually the one holding the advantage in these interactions, titillating him with sweet nothings and double entendres, it's nice to have the tables turned every so often. Which is why, as Felicia struggles to maintain her own composure - egging him on to finish her off - Peter resumes his course. "Just a little bit more," she says? Well, he has every intention to deliver.
Hovering beside Felicia, whose body still clings to the webbing on the ceiling, Peter slips an arm behind the small of her back. His free hand, with fingers still dexterously placed inside her, thrusts against her walls no differently from moments prior. Though... that's kind of a lie. There is a difference. Where Peter was once satisfied with consistency, he instead applies an intensifying vigor. The force of every gesture, every movement - no matter how seemingly miniscule - is amplified by the slightest of his spider-strength.
Felicia can definitely feel the difference, the distinct force of Peter's fingers pummeling inside her, his chest pressed against her side and his other arm holding her back as if to keep her restrained-- mercilessly beholden to the onslaught of pleasure he seeks to instill. And to make matters worse, he takes advantage of his exposed mouth, unconcealed by the mask. His lips pucker around Felicia's closest nipple, sucking her breast with the same measured fervor - the same deliberation - as his hand's ministrations below.
It's in this way that he plans to "finish her off." Not at all stopping until finally, there's no turning back. Felicia will only have to surrender to her pleasure, to the shockwaves it sends down her body as eventually, she'll collapse against the sum of Peter's efforts. With his unrelenting stamina, another incidental gift of that fateful spider bite, it'll take way more than this to leave him exhausted. To stop him from following through with carrying out Felicia's wishes, granting them in abundance. ]
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[ Yeah, she can't really talk right now, but he should know all of her expectations went out of the window. All of the guilt or missed connections – coffee dates turned into moments to just talk and get to know one another? That was not how she expected to reignite a flame with one elusive Peter Parker. On his busy schedule, he finds time to swing by here. To touch her in ways he knows she likes. His fingertips had long since mapped against her body, but that damn brain of his... he puts it to good use. And there's reasons why she opens the vulnerable floodgates to something intimate like this once more.
If anyone can scold him as a menace or a smartmouthed spider – Felicia can sum up other insults. Not tonight though. Not for the pleasure he brings her. It was a balancing act between needs, satisfaction, and the greed that never leaves her body. He practically threatens to fuck it out of her at this point. A wild torrid affair was not complete without the inclusion of puns or superhero bullshit, so the web braces against their bodies as he practically spoons her, fingers a flurry of movement inside of her.
Peter was pulling the dom act in the sweetest way possible and it makes her tongue lick against her lips in eagerness. The moment his mouth goes to her breast? Shivers race down her spine, her gaze unable to focus on him but searching desperately for something around the room – a tether to keep her as 'grounded' as she could be. Peter finishes her off alright, her insides clenching like they always did, squeezing desperately to keep him hers for the night. To steal him from a city that needs him. Felicia, at her root, was selfish. Greedy. And even during her orgasm, she makes sure he knows it. A dropped jaw and a purr past her throat was the confirmation he needs – when she gasps out his name in ways he hasn't heard in so damn long.
Tonight was their little fantasy, their escape from the world where they can be greedy together. ]
Okay... okay. I yield. I bend the knee. [ Purposefully not using Uncle, here. ] I give up, Peter – that ... was pretty good.
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[ Seriously. He means it. Any minute now, some variation of Fin Fang Foom or (god forbid) Lockheed could barge it at any moment, harshly interrupting the falling action of their tryst. The slow and steady quelling of the flame between them, what was once practically flaring at the heights of their intimacy, only to now glow faintly. Glow... because there's indeed a glow about them, their basking in a feeling beyond a mere job well done. More like the beginning of something.
Despite their storied past, what Peter sees before him is so new. The face he cups with a soft hand, the body he cradles with a single arm... this is a woman with whom he's tried to make things work many times. Someone for whom fate has had different ideas, as if for all their efforts, all their plans, there was always something getting in the way. But now, Peter sees no more of that. No more room for excuses. He's going to fight for another moment like this, for yet more respite that he can share with Felicia, come what may.
It's with this understanding that he listens with pleasure, with satisfaction, at her purring. At the way her body's unfurled, and she with it, against the brunt of all his ministrations. The way her body had seized up during orgasm, only to steadily decline into a relaxed state, into the tender stillness with which Peter now holds her, the webbed wonder now regarding her warmly with a smile. ]
Thanks, Felicia. Not gonna lie, though... I felt out of practice going in.
Can't quite put my finger on--
[ Nobody, not even the Watcher, will ever learn the end of that sentence, bad pun and all. Because before Peter can do even that, the webbing that's been keeping their bodies attached to the ceiling finally snaps, the material weakened by its own gradual degradation. The snapping is quick, abrupt-- though the webbing tears in an unceremonious silence. That means the two bodies plummet without a sound, but it's nothing Peter's spider-sense can't predict.
So as soon as his two feet land on the ground, he catches Felicia in a bridal carry. Best way not to hurt her anywhere, though she's made of sturdier stuff than most. ]
Okay, that was silly. Can't believe I almost forgot: my webbing dissolves after enough time.
I'll try to remember that... next time. Don't mind me penciling it in, say, day after tomorrow?
[ A simple question, but boy does it represent a lot for Peter. The openness of possibility between them, in a manner he once thought permanently and accursedly foreclosed. Like the uncertain dance between them was something they were destined to do forever, until others just as temporarily walk into their lives to hold their attention, or until misfortune takes the other person away.
Truly, he doesn't know how long this'll last. He's not that naive. But he wants to enjoy this as much as he can, for as long as he can. Peter has this "great power means great responsibility" thing down pat, and he'll never slouch in his responsibility to others. Not for anything.
He's come to this conclusion already, but he needs to hear it again. Tell it to himself again, like it's a new mantra to follow the old.
Because he sure has a responsibility to himself. And that means paying attention to the people he loves, and the people who love him in return.
Present company included. ]