ash, she/her, adult (older than 18). horny selfship blog. proship get out. I'm not interested so don't even try it. (please only follow if you're a selfshipper)
proship, minors, creeps, the like, please dni. i'm not interested.
general thirst is under #ash thirsts 💚, and nothing under this tag is okay to rb. characters are tagged with their emoji from my main blog (ex: k.yohei is just 💍)
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i don't tag specific kinks, but there's several hard kinks here (you'll find a lot of degradation). the only things tagged are #guns, #cncposting, #pregnancy, and #pissposting, #somno, and #intox
Anyway tender pussy eating makes my heart flutter because what do you mean that you're kissing it. what do you mean that you're licking through my folds like you're in love with it
Pairing: Peter Parker (Insomniac 2018)/Ash (Self-Insert)
Warnings: Pure smut. So much dialogue. They never shut up. Oral sex (Ash receiving), Penetrative sex, no protection, two dorks in love.
Synopsis: Ash isn't fond of her chest. Peter, her boyfriend, can't wrap his head around it. He decides to show her just how perfect her chest was to him. Sleeping could wait.
Word Count: ~3.5k words
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Ash stirs in bed, shifting around to get comfortable. Her hair is poking at her neck and she needs to move it away from her skin, but that would mean moving her arms. And why would she want to do that when her mattress was oh-so soft, her blankets were cozy, and her boyfriend was cuddling her?
Peter seems to read her mind and moves her ponytail away from her neck, taking advantage of the newly exposed skin to kiss her neck. Ash's lips curl into a soft smile as his arms wrap around her, hands sliding under her shirt. A hand squeezes at her tummy.
Ash giggles
"Pete, what are you doing?"
"You're comfy."
A hand stays on her stomach. His other hand finds its way up her body to her chest. Her breast seems to fit perfectly against his palm, and his warmth is a comfort.
"Pete… I thought we were going to sleep, why are you squishing my boobs?"
"Stress balls."
"… Fair enough. You can keep doing it."
"Don't mind if I do."
Ash's eyes close, a mixture of both exhaustion and comfort. Work today was difficult, but at least she had Peter by her side. He'd often spend the nights patrolling the bustling streets of New York, but he seemed to be especially affectionate today.
Ash didn't mind. It was the duty of the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man to keep the people safe and happy, and Ash felt both very safe and very happy in his arms.
Just as Ash's mind was drifting off to sleep, she feels Peter's lips on her neck again. The palm that rested against her breast was gone, replaced by his fingers brushing against her nipples. She gasps softly at the sensation. He rolls one of her nipples between her fingers, savoring how it hardens in his hand. He loved seeing the effect he had on her body.
"P-Pete… What are you doing?"
"Sorry to keep you up. I was thinking about that thing you said last time we were in bed together. You know, about being insecure about your, uh…"
"My boobs?"
"Yeah. I just don't get it."
"It's not rocket science, Peter. There's just not much to be secure about. Got two scarred, pimplely, hairy, ugly triangles strapped to my chest. I don't pull it off as well as 90's Lara Croft does, unfortunately. I've learned to live with it. It is what it is."
Peter goes back to simply holding her breasts. He's silent for a long time, and Ash thinks that's that. Fine by her. As they had begun dating, Ash had become a little less giddy in their conversations. She didn't need to put on a mask around him, and that sometimes led to her being rather blunt in how she spoke.
When Peter does speak, his voice is quiet, almost hurt.
"Why… Why do you always talk about yourself like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you have no redeeming qualities. You talk about yourself with so much… disgust. Insecurity I can get. Trust me, I really can, but you're just…"
"Remember when we had our last movie night and I went into full hater mode? And you kept teasing me about how much hate I have in my heart? I don't see the point in sugarcoating things, Pete. If I see something, I call it like I see it. And this is just one of those things. It's a fact."
"Well, I think it's stupid. And totally incorrect! I love your chest, Ash. I really do. Will you let me show you how much?"
"So much for sleeping…"
His hands go from her boobs back to her stomach, and Ash quickly shakes her head in panic,
"Hey, I didn't say no!"
Peter chuckles and goes back to fondling her tits. He goes slow, plays with her nipples, and it has Ash squeezing her thighs together.
"I guess… I guess it always bothered me that none of the girls in porn had chests like I do. I mean, I know it's stupid, that shit isn't even real, but… Still."
Ash can feel Peter's smile on her neck,
"I know, right? I got upset when I couldn't find any."
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me, Ash. I, uh… Well, you know, I liked you for a while, and… One thing led to another and…"
"And you tried to look for porn that looked like me?"
"Bingo."
"I'm flattered, Pete. Like, genuinely."
"It worked out in the end, of course… I found these recordings, and…"
Ash laughs,
"So you found those, huh?"
Ash had taken to making content with her voice when she wasn't at work, speaking filth into a microphone. Sometimes it was just words, other times she touched herself while she spoke, imagining the dirty scenarios of her sexiest fantasies.
"Sure did. It was uh… Good. Really good. Had to wash my suit after- Actually, never mind that."
Peter moves to pin Ash down to the bed, illuminated by a nightlight on the bedside table and the city lights coming in through the window (and Peter's pathetic excuse for curtains).
"No, no, go back. I made you cum in your Spidey suit just from my voice?"
Peter's voice is a little higher than usual, and Ash doesn't need light to know that he's blushing.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"You're adorable, Pete."
"I, um- That's- This isn't about me right now!"
He needs a moment to collect himself, but then he's back on Ash. His hands go for the hem of her shirt.
"Here, let's get this off of you… It's my shirt anyway."
Ash can't deny it.
"It's comfy. What else are boyfriends good for?"
"Kissing your chest, obviously? Still, thievery is not cool. I beat up thieves every day!"
"Yeah, Spider-Man? Gonna tie me up with your webs and-"
"Shit. Ash, I…"
Ash sits up in bed a little so she can get a better view of his face.
"You good?"
"Absolutely. It's just… Every time I try to do or say something sexy, you say something so damn hot and it just…"
"Flusters you too much to think?"
"Yeah. That. Ugh, I'm going to be so distracted next time I'm in a fight…"
Ash giggles and takes her shirt off, tossing it to the ground. Peter gives her a kiss on the tip of the nose before his kisses are on her chest.
"There we go… There's those perfect tits I love so much. Been thinking about these all day."
Peter sucks on one of her nipples, looking up at her through her eyelashes. Ash moans, one of her hands finding it's way to his brown hair.
"Pete..! Fuck…"
"I love how sensitive you are, Ash."
"Y-yeah, it's…"
Ash can't even finish her sentence before she's cut off by another moan. Peter grins.
"I think I cracked the code. Can't be mean to yourself if you just can't talk!"
"Pete… Please touch me."
"I am touching you."
"You know that's not what I meant.."
"I will, baby, I will. Let me have my fun first."
He sucks on her other nipple then, humming happily. He kisses between her breasts.
"I really like how far your boobs are from each other, Ash. It's a built-in kiss spot! I can feel your heart when I kiss you there."
Peter's senses were heightened anyway from his spider bite, but even then, Ash didn't doubt it. Her heart always seemed to race when she was with him.
"Pete.."
"And it's, uh, good for…"
"Putting your dick there? You can say dick, Peter, it's okay. I won't tell."
"Hey, don't tease! You know what I meant!"
He laughs, kissing above her heart once more.
"Seriously though, Ash. I love your chest. And before you start about how I'm just saying that because I'm your boyfriend, lying isn't cool. I mean it. Perfect chest. Fits into my hand just right. I always get distracted when I see your nipples through your shirt. Wish I could have my face between them forever. They're just… So hot. I can't wrap my head around you hating something I love so much."
"Pete… I don't deserve you sometimes."
"You, business genius, don't deserve me? Bum who runs around in bright red spandex? Sure."
Ash laughs. It's soft, breathy, but it's there. Knowing that he made her smile is enough for Peter's heart to feel warm in the best way.
"I love you, Pete. But, uh… Can we please just fuck already? I could do this sap all day, but… I kind of just want you in me right now."
"You have such a way with words, y'know that? I love that about you. But… Nah. I'm not done yet."
Pete's lips find their way back to one of her nipples and he moans as he sucks and licks on them.
"P-Pete, please-"
"Patience, baby. patience.."
Patience was not Ash's strong suit and never had been. She whimpers as he switches to the other nipple. Her mind was turning to mush under his tongue, and Ash could feel the smirk on his lips against her skin. She doesn't know how much time passes, but maybe squeezing her thighs together and begging did something since he pulls away and just admires her for a moment.
Then reaches over to the lamp on their bedside table and switches it on. His eyesight was enhanced as is and could mostly make Ash out in the dark of their bedroom, but he'd use all the help he could get.
His fingers hook over the waistband of her shorts, and Ash sighs.
"Finally.."
"I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, Ash. Gonna make sure you can't think any one of those stupid little thoughts again."
"Shit, I just might if it means I get to have you all over me like this."
Peter smiles and slides her loose shorts down her legs, eyes lighting up at the wet spot on her underwear. His fingers brush over the fabric and she gasps at the sensation.
"Oooh, cute panties.."
"Not really, they're just-"
Peter has half a mind to rip them off. A little thin fabric is nothing for a man who had the strength to throw cars. But he practices some form of self-restraint and takes them off. Goodness, she was so beautiful like this. He parts her legs and places his body between them, using his hands to spread her folds. He blows against her clit and Ash whimpers.
"Peter! Stop teasing! I don't even have balls, but they're sure fucking turning blue right now!"
"Okay, okay, fine! Kind of sexy when you get mad at me though."
Peter laughs, giving her inner thigh one final kiss before giving her exactly what she wanted. He moans as he dives into her cunt, kissing her clit and licking everywhere he could. He was good with his tongue, and he knew it. Ash gasps, back arching off the bed. One hand grasps at the sheets and the other finds purchase in Peter's brown hair, pulling it hard. He smiles at the feeling.
"Mhm, come on,"
Pete's voice is muffled,
"Take what you need from me."
It's pure ectascy. Ash moves his head however she pleases, and Peter's tongue never stops. He could spend hours between her thighs, kissing and licking until his jaw hurt. Under Peter's skilled tongue, Ash doesn't last long.
"Pete, please, I'm gonna-"
He hums as he sucks at her clit. Tears stream down Ash's cheeks as she cries out in pleasure, shaking legs steadied by his warm hands. She pants as she comes down from orgasm, body sweaty and hair messy from thrashing her head over the pillow.
As Peter lifts his head from her thighs, he's grinning. His lips and chin are wet, glistening under the light.
"You okay, Ash?"
"Y-yeah… Better than okay. Just… Wow. You're really good at that."
"You make the cutest noises."
"I love you, Pete."
"You too, Ash. Wanna keep going?"
Ash is exhausted, but her cunt clenches around nothing. She's so wet it's almost unbearable. She gives him a tired smile,
"Fuck yeah I do. I'm not just gonna leave you hanging. Not that you're not hung. Heh, get it?"
Pete laughs,
"That was so bad, Ash."
"Made you laugh! Sometimes I think that bad Spidey humor is rubbing off on me."
"Or maybe that bad Ash humor is rubbing off on Spidey?"
Ash lays back as Peter spreads her legs, makes his way out of his underwear (Spider-Man print, of course) and lines himself up with her hole. She often wondered if the spider bite enhanced his dick at all, but either way, she wasn't complaining. Peter's powers didn't always make sense, but they didn't need to. She didn't love him because he was Spider-Man. The man she loved happened to be Spider-Man.
"Sure you want me laying back like this, Peter?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I just feel bad. You're doing all the work."
"I like it when you're on top, but just let me take care of you tonight."
"If you say so."
Peter sighs in bliss as he slides into Ash's hole so easily. He didn't need to finger her first (and he was pretty sure Ash would kill him if he left her waiting any longer, and that was scarier than any supervillain he had ever faced). He stops at just the tip. He looks at her. Ash looks at him.
"Pete. What's up?"
"Say it."
"Say what? Open fucking sesame? There a password to my pussy now?"
"Remember how we got here in the first place? I'm not going to keep going if you don't tell me how pretty your chest is."
Ash looks at Peter with a blank stare.
"I'm not fucking doing that."
"Then I'm not gonna keep going. Oops."
"Sure."
Peter slides out of her, and Ash whines.
"Wait, no! I didn't think you'd-"
"You thought I was bluffing? Come on, baby, say it."
The air between them is thick, and Ash bites at the inside of her cheek. It's only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity. Peter's stare is so intense. Ash feels so exposed, more than she's ever been, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable.
"I… I have a nice chest. I have nice tits."
"Anddd? I didn't quite hear you."
"Oh my god, I fucking hate you so much."
"No you don't."
"… I have pretty tits and my horrible, mean boyfriend who never gives me what I want is obsessed with them."
"Damn right he is."
Peter leans down and kisses her forehead, his voice a soft whisper.
"I'm so proud of you, Ash."
"You're not gonna make me do that every time, are you?"
"I just might. I love hearing you say it. I am, however, a man of my word."
Peter slides his cock into her completely this time, moans as he bottoms out in her. Ash's mouth hangs open in a silent moan, adjusting to his size. He fit so well inside of her, so perfectly. Moments like this made her heart flutter. She didn't think such connection was possible, but here she was anyway.
Peter rarely swore, but the feeling of Ash around him was too much for him, and rational thought felt so far away.
"Fuck, you feel so good… Can I move?"
"Please do."
Peter thrusts into her. Slow at first, but the pace doesn't last. It's not long before Ash is whimpering with every thrust, bed squeaking in rhythm with her noises. He grabs her legs and pushes them back towards her shoulders, spreading her open as far as possible. He thrusts into her hard, slamming his lips onto hers in a messy kiss.
"Pete.."
"Fuck. There we go, Ash, just like that… Let me see those pretty tits bounce."
Peter was often a gentle lover, but the harder he went, the more he got to see Ash move. The plush of her stomach, her perfect perky breasts, her hair, it all moved in time with his thrusts, and he wasn't going to last long.
"Ash- Shit, gonna cum soon."
Ash pants, body still sensitive from her last orgasm.
"Me too, Pete. Please.. Please cum in me."
"So polite. Where's that spark from before, I wonder?"
"You're an-"
Ash is cut off by a moan.
"A fucking asshole, Peter."
"And you love me for it."
Ash can't deny it. She loved everything about him.
With an especially sharp thrust and an absolutely delicious groan, Peter buries his face in Ash's neck. The smell of sweat and her perfume still lingering on her skin after a long day is enough to send him over the edge, pumping her full of his cum. Ash's pussy flutters around his cock as she moans his name, milking him for all he's worth, legs trembling in pleasure.
Peter collapses onto Ash, softening cock still buried in her. They pant, both trying to catch their breath. Ash's arms wrap around Peter, holding him close to her sweaty chest.
Their peace is short-lived. There's a loud knock against the wall, and an even louder yell of a neighbor telling them to shut the fuck up. Ash and Peter make eye contact in embarrassment, but then burst out in giggles.
"Sorry, Ash. Your neighbors hate you."
"Worth it. Besides, they won't be upset if I bribe them with cookies."
"Maybe I should try that next time I get into a fight… Maybe if someone like Rhino just had an Ash cookie, he wouldn't have tried to kill me."
"Genius. Fisk should have hired me as his personal cookie guy."
"Imagine how much money you'd make!"
Ash laughs and kisses the top of his head, burying her nose in his hair. They stay like that for a few moments before Ash taps at his arm.
"You're starting to crush me, babe."
"Sorry, sorry. We should get cleaned up."
"And actually go to bed?"
"Yeah."
He slides out of her slowly, and Ash whimpers at the feeling. Peter tries not to give the sight of his cum leaking out of her too much thought. They needed sleep, not another round. He'd save that for the morning.
Ash sits up on the edge of the bed and yawns. She runs a hand through her messy black hair, and tilts her head in thought as she catches a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Peter just watches.
"… Pete?"
Ash's voice is soft.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for that. I'm not thanking you for the sex, it's just- Well- The sex was good too, I-"
Ash takes a breath before looking at him directly,
"Thank you for loving me. I think I really needed that. I see myself in the mirror and I don't hate what I see. I don't hate…"
Ash's hands vaguely gesture towards her chest. Peter scoots over to where she's sitting to hug her.
"I love hearing you say that. I love you, Ash. All of you. And I'll keep saying it as much as I need to."
He grins, playfully knocking against her head with a knuckle,
"Gotta knock some sense into that thick skull of yours."
"If that's how you do it, I have no complaints."
They look at each other for a moment before sharing a sweet kiss.
"Let's get cleaned up, Ash."
"Yeah. You know, that's our problem."
"Huh?"
"We both cum so fast, but we spend so long talking that it takes hours."
"True.. We're doing it again, too. We could be asleep by now."
"But we're not."
"But we're not."
Peter thinks about carrying her, but Ash shakes her head ("I can walk, Pete"). Ash is too sleepy for a shower, so they opt for just wiping each other clean.
As they return to the bed, Ash sighs at the wet spot on the sheets.
"…"
"Nothing like 3am laundry, am I right, Ash?"
"Don't even joke about that, Pete. We could just.. sleep on the other side, right? Avoid it?"
"Ash, it's in the middle of the bed."
Ash groans and rips the sheet off the bed, tossing it to the ground. That would be a problem for future Ash. Current Ash didn't give a damn.
"Pete. Blanket."
Ash grabs one side of a blanket and Peter grabs the other, laying it down over the bed. They lay down, and Ash immediately snuggles into his side.
"Good night, Ash."
"Night night, Pete."
"I love you."
"I love you t- Hey! Stop moving! You're pulling my hair!"
"Sorry, sorry. It's just so long."
Peter moves her long out of the way and wraps his arms around her (carefully, this time) and kisses her forehead.
need to feel cock inside me + stretching my pussy to accommodate it + the head dragging along the inner walls of my pussy + pressing on the spot that feels best and throbbing + slowly moving out (usually what makes me squirt btw) + plunging back inside + bursting with fresh hot cum and filling me + and im ovulating
would give anything to have a nerdy boy pump in and out of me desperately, moaning in my ear about how he just can’t stop, heavy breathing in between each word,, to have him finish inside me and apologize like crazy cuz he just got so worked up and felt too good to take it out and than at the sight of his cum dripping out of me he gets hard again and repeats the whole process
doctor who restrains you and tells you it's for your own good. doctor who forces your legs into stirrups and shushes you when you whine from the stretch of the speculum. doctor who reassures you you're okay while he runs painful tests on you. he rubs your clit just enough to keep you from crying. maybe if you continue to be well behaved for your exam he'll let you cum as a reward. we'll see.
🫀 is a doctor. this comes up a lot in their sex life. once, while discussing a scene, ash giggles and asks "are you gonna give me candy once you're done, doc?"
he just scoffs and goes "are you a child? of course not."
