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[obsessiveswan]

everyone has such cute curated little feeds and i feel so chud with my basic page. how do i evolve.

i just wanna have a pretty blog

(as i post a stupid ass meme)

[parkrsdoll]

bf!peter who truly does feel bad when he leaves you sore and achey . . . but who also can't help but get so, so turned on by it!

it's like fighting against himself, because peter absolutely loathes the idea of ever causing you pain—and the almost sick surge of satisfaction he feels when he catches you wincing and massaging your inner thighs the next day and the subsequent chubby he usually pops from it makes him want to recoil. (or at least, makes him feel like he should want to recoil.)

but he just can't help it. there's just something about it—something about knowing that he had fucked you so deep and thoroughly that your body literally aches from it—that drives him up the wall. makes him feel almost animalistic. feral.

and there's something equally as mind-spiraling about making it up to you. about using his hands and mouth and tongue to soothe the aches he caused, to pull the soft sounds of relief and pleasure from your pretty lips.

maybe that's the best part, when he's got you like this—achey thighs split open by his shoulders, trembling softly, clit so puffy and pretty under his tongue, and your gummy walls massaging and drooling around his fingers as he steadily (and gently, of course) fingerfucks you to an orgasm.

and, fuck, he's so sick for the way his cock twitches when you wince or sigh out in pain despite him being so gentle with you—but, to his pleasure, you aren't running.

no, you're pushing back into him, softly humping your cunt against his tongue, clenching around his fingers and suckling them like you can't get enough.

"feel's'good, peter," you mewl, slurred, whiny, pussy constricting when he presses his pads into the sweet spot at the top. "mmm—ah, fuck—please—a-ah, wait, careful—hurts a little—"

your body seems to be contradicting itself, tensing up when he strokes a particularly sore spot but yet releasing the most delicious sounds of pleasure, with whines for him to slow down peppered in between cries for more.

"i know, baby, i know. i know she's sore." he cuts off your next whimper softly, massaging gentle circles into your thigh with his free hand, fingers still sinking knuckle deep inside you rhythmically. "'m gonna go slow, okay? fuck, i'll make it up t'you... 'm'gonna make this pretty pussy feel better, hmm? y'want that?"

"yes, yes, please," you rush out on a breath, one that catches on a small whine and a jerk of your hips when his shoulder rubs against the sensitive flesh of your thigh. "wan-wanna feel better, pete, please—"

fuck, he's hard enough to cut steel right now. his boxers are tight and sticky, pools of pre spilling from his swollen tip. he aches so badly to simply bury himself inside your sweet cunt, replace his thick fingers with something even thicker and longer—but he knows he has to wait.

there's no way your poor, achy pussy could handle his cock right now. that would be far too much. she needs his tongue and fingers to bring her to orgasm first.

"fuck—a-ah—peter, i-i think 'm gonna cum."

oh, speak of the devil. peter suppresses a small smirk and starts to pump his fingers just a little harder—not faster, not higher, just harder. he flicks his tongue over your clit in tandem, and fuck, now your pussy is clenching so tight. your chest heaves and your moans are loud enough to shake the walls.

"that's it, pretty baby," peter murmurs, breath hot and fanning over your slopped up pussy. "c'mon, let it go. mmhmm, jus' like that. let go f'me, cum on my fingers—oh, yes, that's a goooood girl—"

peter can't really tell if the whine that escapes your throat is one of pain or pleasure; maybe it's a bit of both. but what he can tell is that you are coming on his fingers, slick gushing and clit pulsing, so swollen and cute and sensitive when he sucks on it gently.

and now that you have cum, maybe you'd be willing to let him make you just a little more sore...

note. so acc idk entirely how i feel abt this one bcs i'm expirementing a lil with a more dominant peter, so pls lmk how you guys feel about it or if i did a decent job of it or if u like it yeah u get it lol. anyway luv yas xoxo!! ♡

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[obsessiveswan]

yes.

[mayhemi]

𓂅 SENSITIVE ⋮ (NSFW)

PETER PARKER is so sensitive, especially when it comes to his organic web shooters.

thinking about running your finger across the vein of his forearm gently, watching the way his breath hitches and he visibly blushes, face a pretty pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

"is that okay?" you ask, voice impossibly soft and caring. your soothing tone only makes his dick twitch in his pants. :(

he hesitantly nods, squeezing his eyes shut at the pad of your thumb running over the barely noticeable flap the webs eject from. "feels-- shit-" he's trying not to get worked up, "feels weird– i-i dunno-" his voice cracks pathetically, leaning into your sweet touch despite himself.

he's not lying either, it's a sensation so strange, like nothing he could've imagined. seeing webs sputter from the slit disgusted him the first time he witnessed it, but it's different with you. how do you manage to make it feel so fucking good?

"s'okay, peter" you purr in that way that has him whining, "let me take care of you, yeah?" you rub slow, calculated circles on the flap, taking notice of the way he bucks his hips up, as if he needs release. "ohgod– s'good-- i- i like it" he chokes out, nodding his head feverishly and squirming impatiently on the mattress.

"oh yeah?" you challenge, curiously deciding to take it further. you start at the midway point of his inner arm, pressing down hard on the vein and dragging your finger up to the flap.

"oh fuck--!" he gasps, the sudden pressure has him humping the air mindlessly, chasing something that's not there. he's trying to be good, to control himself, but how the fuck is he supposed to do that when you're touching him like this?

his dick strains against his sweats as you increase pressure, skin hot under your thumb.

"waitwaitwait!" he cries out as your thumb nears the slit, so close to shooting out that sticky web, his cock so close to shooting out sticky release. "baby– m'sorry, just–" he pants, his heart beating a frantic rhythm, he's right on the edge. your hand pauses completely.

you glance at him, and he looks just gorgeous like this. his eyes are wide and glassy, lips bitten raw, and cheeks wet with a few tears, falling from just how perverted he feels. how is he able to get off from this? is he really that desperate?

"pete." your honey-smooth voice makes him go dumb, makes him nod along to anything you say, lets you do anything you want to him. "just... let me try this, okay?" you lean down to press a reverent kiss to his forehead, making him shudder.

without any warning, you quickly press down and drag your thumb across the vein, forcing a string of webs to shoot across the room.

peter immediately flinches, gasping and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "oh shit--!" he moans whorishly, his cock shooting out hot release directly after. he didn't think he could cum so quickly, especially in his boxers.

you watch in a daze as he rides out his orgasm, leftover webs bubbling up to the flap and pitifully dripping down his arm.

he glances down at his wrist, gagging at the sight of the white liquid. "god– that's so gross" he groans, arm moving to cover his face in disgust. his chest is still heaving, pink lips slightly parted.

"yeah well–" a giggle bubbles up in your chest, "you're the one who came from me touching it" you point out, moving to kiss his flushed cheek when he groans further in embarrassment.

he peeks out from under his arm, hesitating to speak. "maybe uh– we can do that again? like– not right now, obviously... but y'know–" he stutters, chuckling nervously.

he's such a dork, you think.

you lay down next to him, smiling at his hopeful expression when you nod your head, before speaking.

"only if you ask nicely"

©𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈

^^ (click on full image) i had this in mind... don't judge me okay.

[obsessiveswan]

this is actually SO perfect. and that same image also inspired some of juicy...

[obsessiveswan]

peter parker

𑁍 - fluff, ⏾ - smut/suggestive, ✴︎ - angst

works under 1k

⟢juicy ⏾

[obsessiveswan]

juicy

── ✶ p. parker

──✶✶ summary: peter walks in with a tank top and juicy sweats. reader has a hard time being normal.

cw: blood (only a little), reader & peter are in a relationship, suggestive!

a/n: only because i cannot stop thinking about his damn outfit.

~780

peter stumbles through his bedroom window, grunting softly as he hits the hardwood floor.

from the living room you jump up startled. there is panic laced in your voice as you softly yelp, "peter?"

he quickly walks into the space, scared it was something else that was worrying you, and not the odd sounds from his room, "baby? you okay?"

you place a palm on your chest and exhale, "god, you scared me. thought you were—"

your eyes scan his body.

the rhythmic beating of your heart, skips.

before you lay your beautifully sculpted boyfriend in a tiny black tank and velvety smooth sweats, hanging low on his waist. the way his muscles glisten while exposed, leaving little to the eye, the sharp corners of his delicious hips, just begging for you to squeeze, it is bad news.

your hands twitch thinking about dragging your fingertips over his soft skin, leaving red marks. the size of his biceps is utterly sinful. so much power, so much strength hiding behind his boyish face. you desperately need to sink your teeth into his flesh.

he smiles slightly, a little confused about the attention you were giving him, "you good?" the grin does absolutely nothing to help the desire building within you.

you gulp.

nodding slowly you answer tentatively, "uh yeah. yes. i'm okay. are you? why'd you come through the window?"

he walks towards his open kitchen, bare feet padding against the cool floor.

"well, um i think something's happening to me. i think my powers are going through some sort of transformation because i woke up almost completely naked…"

unfortunately you understood nothing else as soon as peter showed his backside. the reflective bling across his plump ass is enough to draw your attention elsewhere. the word 'juicy' plastered across peter's, in fact, juicy ass is fucking phenomenal. you feel like a rabid beast. the black waist band is sitting dangerously low on him and you have to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

normally, you would listen to peter like his words were gospel, his voice your salvation and comfort. you were always very interested in everything involving his powers, his responsibilities, him. but right now, there is nothing keeping you tethered to that. not when peter is making you feel like an animal in heat.

you shake your head softly, hoping to get these thoughts out and listen to your lovely boyfriend.

"… and my body is super sensitive right now. i think if you even graze my wrists right now i'll become a mess."

and just like that, your attention is gone. your mind brings itself to remember the angelic tone of peter's whimpers. only this time your imagination brings you to picture your hot tongue running over his sensitive skin, eliciting the most delectable sounds from his perfect little mouth as his senses are overloaded with searing pleasure.

you clench your thighs together.

"shit."

this takes you out of your lustful spell as he sounds a little wounded.

you quickly rise from the couch, quietly cursing yourself for not noticing sooner.

"honey you've got a cut on your hip." your fingertips slightly hover over, analyzing the depth of it.

he faintly winces, "ah must of been when i was climbing up."

you instruct him to lean against the marble counter, "let me get the kit. doesn't look too deep."

crouching down, you reach into the bottom cabinet and fish out the first aid kit. you prop it open on the floor, gathering gauze and antiseptic.

you stay on your knees to better tend to the cut, carefully dabbing up the spilled blood with cotton. your attention is laser focused on cleaning peter's wound, but then he whimpers. so softly, so delicately, anybody else and you would have missed it.

immediately your eyes meet his crotch, the juicy sweats contour around his bulge so prettily, your mouth waters. the rise and fall of your chest quickens as you slowly look up at him. the hard planes of his abs, the thick, plump band of his chest, and that stupid fucking tank top, all perfectly in view for your hungry eyes.

you swear you feel the air become thicker.

peter the ever-gentle man that he is, cradles your head tenderly. an appreciative smile plastering his pink lips and golden brown curls wrapping around his sweet face as he whispers, "'m okay, thank you baby."

the way praise sounds on peter's lips makes you want to taste his words so fucking bad. you just know it would be even more candied and syrupy on your own tongue.

you take a deep breath and quickly focus back on the task at hand.

peter is in for a long night.

[mystixx-xoxo]

The wolf inside me has awoken…

[obsessiveswan]

except maybe now im writing them...

[obsessiveswan]

guys i saw the new spiderman movie today. before mha for me there was mcu, my man peter parker. and omg prepare to me real sick of meeeuhhhh. i know all of my current followers r here because of mha so hopefully you don't get too sick...

but when i saw peter in those juicy sweats and the crop top. oh my god. actually started levitating, drooling, meowing. NEED THAT BADDDDDD.

i am working on pt2 of cough syrup & yearning though! that was the winner of the poll lol. so stay tuned!

[seirxi]

dkbk

[spoksstuff]

Rough day at work for Bakugou 💔

all credits to the original artist @maiaeryn on X & ig

[kamislop]

bitch slapping fwb!touya during an argument 18+ MDNI!!!

it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.

actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.

and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.

slap!

the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?

the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.

“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”

his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.

“can you do that again?”

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[obsessiveswan]

sometimes when i look at my ao3 account i can see that users go thru my work because they put kudos on everything and it genuinely makes me so happy. like hello i love u thank you so much. but its also soooo funny when they have the most random user ever. thank you smellypuebes for liking my writing! hugs and kisses bunnyweed <333

ahhh i love it here.

[beybuniki]

sam girl izuku for @junoskelton

[obsessiveswan]

i am at the center of this venn diagram.

[obsessiveswan]

anxious

── ✶ i. midoriya

──✶✶ just a little drabble cuz anxiety so bad i sit in silence and picture life if izuku existed. oh how he would just solve all problems, wouldn't have to lift a finger. never have to worry about anything ever.

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"honey, don't worry about it. i already took care of it." he whispers with the sweetest, most angelic smile ever.

he wipes your tears away and kisses the soft flesh of your cheeks, "hate seeing you like this. you know i got you, right baby?"

a big sigh of relief leaves you. clutching onto the fuzzy texture of his beige sweater, you nuzzle your head into his chest.

he pets your head tenderly, swaying back and forth.

"never have to worry about a darn thing while i'm around."

you start to sob a little, thinking about life without him. and before you spiral any deeper, he's already soothing that panic too.

"and i will always be here. wherever you are, my place is right beside you. i promise you that, angel."

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god pls. gimme him. PLEASE.

[flwrbo]

dottie :3 can you describe older and dadbod!katsuki in your vision :33

older, on his way out of the pro hero game katsuki…

he’s mellowed out for sure but he still has that ego to feed. sure he knows he’s done enough in his life but he still craves excitement; a dormant hunger in him that he does his best to quell. he already had his motorcycle phase, his gym phase, and he bought anything he could ever want with his stacked bank account.

enter: you.

you’re younger than him. by a decent amount, decent enough for some the press to have some thoughts about it.

but it doesn’t matter to him. you bring an excitement to his life, scratch an itch he forgot he had. you love his body, even years down the line when the sharp muscles softened away with years of age. and you never let him forget it.

you paint him with kisses everywhere, whenever you can. on his arms, still big with muscles but less defined now. his back, painted with scars and stretch marks. you love laying your head on his tummy when you two cuddle. he finally stopped holding his breath around you.

you’re what he never realized he needed.

[obsessiveswan]

YESSS DADBOD!KATSUKI FOR THE WINNNN. YESSS AGEE GAPPPP. YESSSSSS

[jinkbox]

At the limit

[obsessiveswan]

this is so fucking cool

[obsessiveswan]

i love writing. i love writing and yapping and words. i love giving glittery pieces of my heart into the void of tumblr. literally everything i write is just a part of me and there r ppl who actually enjoy it! like how fucking insane is that?? its so nice here. fic writers & artists r so fucking cool. everyone is just doing it for the love of the game.

it is so so beautiful.