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"

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WALLY WEST eating you out and moaning like he's the one receiving head.

he's blabbering muffled praises as he practically makes out with your pussy, "taste s'good babe", "fuck- all mine, huh?", "could do this all day". he just can't shut the fuck up when you're moaning his name and squirming under his tongue, he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

his tongue vibrates at an inhuman pace against your puffy, swollen clit, making your hand fly to his auburn hair to tug on his mullet.

he feels his dick twitch at that, "feels good?" he teases, and you can feel that shit-eating grin against your cunt. any remark you had died in your throat when you caught the sight of him, looking up at you with lovesick eyes, blown-out pupils, pink swollen lips, and slick running down his chin obscenely. he was having the time of his fucking life.

he dove back into your pussy, sucking on your sensitive clit before letting go of it with a soft 'pop' and moving to tongue-fuck your sopping hole.

and, in the midst of moaning his name, you notice the bedframe shaking from just how hard he's humping the plush mattress underneath him.

his tongue never falters, he even inserts two fingers into your velvet heat, grinding against the bed speeding up when he feels how you flutter around his digits deliciously. you like it, he's making you feel good. that turns him on more than anything.

when you cum on his fingers and tongue with a cry, he cums right along with you, splurting warm release into his boxers and lapping at your heat like it's liquid gold.

you end up having to pull his head away from your heat, because he obviously couldn't care less about overstimulation, as long as he gets to eat you out for longer, not caring one bit about the sticky mess in his boxers either.

he looks up at you with those big puppy-like eyes, and that expression of pure admiration. his tongue darts out to lick his lips, collecting your release. his voice is raspy when he speaks,

"was that okay?"

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⌗ HARDER !

JASON TODD who insists you choke him during sex.

it happened accidentally— your hand resting against his throat while riding him, pressing down a little too hard against the hot, flushed skin, and not noticing until he suddenly spoke up.

"you fuckin' choking me?" he makes a noise between a scoff and a groan, voice low and gravely, breaking you out of your pleasure induced trance. your hand flies away like you've been burned, your hips faltering in their desperate bouncing movement on his cock. "ohgod–" your eyes widen, "jay- m'so sorry baby" you rake your eyes over his body for any sign of discomfort, did you hurt him? is he okay? did he--

"i didn't say stop."

it catches you off-guard, that gruff voice telling you to do something to him rather than the other way around. his large, calloused palms meet the fat of your hips, directing your movements so that his cock starts plunging in and out of your sopping cunt once again. he's amused, watching your brows furrow softly in confusion and pleasure, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"cmon, baby" he gives your ass a slap, enough to have your velvet heat fluttering around him. "you're not dumb, are you?" he speaks so casually, taking entertainment in the way you can't decide what to do. you shake your head hesistantly, earning a low, soft chuckle from him. "yeah, you're a smart girl..." he trails off, taking your hands in his and bringing them to rest against his neck. "just press down, s'all you gotta do" he reassures you, practically cooing at you to strangle him.

and what can you do when he's looking at you like that-- eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen and bitten, his face tinted a pretty pink, expression one of pure hunger, except for wrap your fingers around his throat and squeeze.

the smirk on his face falters, his face twisting in pleasure when you start bouncing on his dick again, lewd plap plap plap! sounds filling the room, your hands around his neck an added stimulation. you tighten your fingers where they rest around his throat, feeling the muscle and tendons underneath his skin. the hitch of his breath as that pressure increases.

"there ya' go" he wheezes out a string of praises, what's left of his breath fanning over your hot skin. his cock is practically impaling you, your orgasm building unusually quick low in in your tummy at the sight of him. the veins are popping on his forehead, skin a deep, beet red from the blood flooding his head.

his eyes are half-lidded, like he's about to pass out. his hips bucking up into your heat speak for him though, he's right where he wants to be.

you could laugh at this if he wasn't so deep that you could feel him in your throat, your big, burly boyfriend being choked by someone nearly half his size. you're barely scratching the surface of "hurting him".

his mind is clouded with arousal, he's so dizzy that all he can focus on is you-- how beautiful you look cutting off his air, and how good you feel wrapped around his shaft, a creamy white base of slick forming at the base of his cock from just how long the two of you have been fucking. how did he get so lucky with a girl like you?

he chokes out a raspy groan when your thumb presses down harder on his airway, the exact thing that sends him over the edge. you cum together, because god, it's hot knowing jason todd is a masochist, that you abusing him is enough for him to cum quicker than he ever has.

"oh fuck--! baby--" his name comes out in a cry, tearing from your throat as your pussy clenches around him, leading you to forget that you're still controlling your boyfriends air intake.

as for jason, he simply cannot make any noise, because of the two hands not allowing him to, except for a low, wheezing groan, while his load inside of you-- hot and sticky pulsing into your womb. he never signals for you to let up though, he wouldn't dare to tap out.

when you finally pull away, you watch him sputter at the sudden abundance of air, clearing his throat and letting that cocky smile take its place back on his face.

there's remnants of your hands— dark purple fingerprints blooming beautifully on the sides of his neck. you wish he could see, because you know he would get hard all over again from the prospect of his girl marking him up.

the bruises almost look like hickeys, something far more vanilla than what he just had you do to him.

he doesn't pull out, simply coaxes you down to rest against his broad chest, pressing soft kisses to your hairline like he's the one who should apologize.

"fuck-- we gotta start doin' that more" he's still catching his breath, chest heaving up and down. you can't exactly tell what he means by "more", if he'll make you choke him, or if he'll choke you.

either way, you're not complaining.

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♯ STRESS RELIEF !

MARK GRAYSON has been running on fumes lately.

between cecil breathing down his neck and the responsibility of having oliver around, he feels like he can't catch a break.

he's so wound up he feels like he might snap. which is exactly why he spends his rare moments of off time with his very best friend!

"shitshitshit!" the words break out of him in a high, desperate whimper. his head lolls back, eyes fluttering shut as your hands wrap around his length, jerking his flushed, aching dick with a merciless rhythm.

he looks gorgeous like this; hot tears running down his face from the sheer amount you've edged him, pink puffy kiss-swollen lips, and those big glossy puppy dog eyes you've always adored. can it get any better than this?

he's bucking into your hand, trying his best to listen to you telling him over and over again to stay still. "mark.." you coo at him, your hand slowing down a fraction, "stay still for me, okay?" he nods frantically at your request, but it's easier said than done :(

"m'sorry, i-" he's cut off by another whine as you speed up the strokes. his body jolts up and one of his hands grip the sheets next to him so hard his knuckles turn white, his other on your hip, not squeezing as tight because he knows he needs to control himself.

"please" he cries, "pleasepleaseplease lemme cum!" he looks up at you with big desperate eyes, "i'll be good, i'll be so good!" he promises. you can't count how many times he's said that in the past 10 minutes.

"yeah? you wanna cum, mark?" you tilt your head down at him with a patronizingly sweet smile, bringing your free hand up to move sweaty strands of his black hair away from his forehead tenderly.

he nods so fast you're afraid he'll get whiplash. he mumbles nonsense as you praise him and turn him to putty, though he doesn't realize it's nonsense in his fucked-out, dazed state.

once you finally give him the permission to cum, he's blabbering incoherent thank you's and arching his back off the bed as he pulses rhythmically and coats your hand in globs of warm sticky release.

gosh, viltrumites sure do cum a lot.

he's panting and recovering from his orgasm, falling into you and clutching the hem of your shirt. "thank you..." he mumbles,

"s'good.." you smile at his words, rubbing his back. and to no one's surprise, he's still somewhat hard.

maybe you two should do this more often.

© mayhemi 2026. do not claim my work as your own, and do not feed my content into ai systems.

going to be turning my main blog (@mayhemi) into my writing account, cause having a side blog to write is so annoying 💔 idk sending asks and liking and following is soooo complicated. rip followers, but i will be keeping my user

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♯ riding jason todd's abs

YOU'RE DRAGGING your leaking, aching cunt across the hard lines of his torso until a squelching sound emits with every movement of your hips. he's simply laying there, an amused smirk playing at his lips as a result of your desperate whimpers. this usually happens when he's too tired or injured after patrol to fuck you in the way you crave.

"such a needy girl, huh?" he teases, resting two heavy, calloused hands on the fat of your hips. "jesus-" he huffs a low, gravely chuckle, entertained by just how much you're leaking. "makin' a goddamn mess, baby" he tuts, admiring the glistening slick smeared across his front.

you're so close, the friction of his firm, warm skin against your sensitive clit is making your nails dig in to his pecs. he knows when you're close before you do, always kept track of the way your body nearly loses control.

"you gonna cum like this?" he asks, "don't even need my help, huh?" he cups your cheek, making you lock eyes with him as your grinding grows sloppier. you couldn't care less about the embarrassment anymore, it's so intoxicating getting off on him like this, all while he sits back and watches.

your pathetic noises only grow louder with each grind, with each swipe of your pussy across his abs. "j-jay– m'gonna cum" you breathe out, clenching your eyes shut. you can feel his clothed, throbbing cock, probably making a sticky mess in his pants with pre-cum, pressing against your ass every time you move, a sign that he's getting off on this just as much as you are.

"i know, babygirl" he coos, leaning up slightly to press soft, fluttering kisses to your neck. "you can let go f'me, sweet girl" he purrs, brushing the hair from your flushed face and simply admiring the way your expression is twisted in pleasure. his precious girl, using him to get off.

your breath hitches when your orgasm finally comes crashing over you, leaving you twitching against him. he holds you through your high as you cry out, his name heavy on your tongue. he's bucking his hips up, trying to get in any last stimulation before you collapse against him, exhausted. "there we go" he speaks softly, gently, as if he's coddling you.

"you feel better? hm?" he asks, "not so needy now, i bet." he chuckles lowly, and you're too fucked out to retort back. a calm settles in your bones as he holds you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and kissing the crown of your head. he'll make sure to take care of you properly once you've both rested.

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jason todd can never fuck you without seeing your face.

he works himself up just to lean himself all the way over, breaking his neck just to kiss you. ignoring how his bones ached in protest and his hips bucked.

at first you think he’s just being sweet, not letting you suck him off because he wants you closer, or making you lay on your back instead of your stomach. his eyes watching yours and trailing across your face as though he was all he needed.

even when you closed your eyes, basked in the feeling of him and tried to get used to the stretch. jason didn’t even need words when they failed you, instead he read your face. felt how tensed and your hands grabbed for his back, and he cooed a response out of you.

“that feel good ma?” rasping with difficulty as you gasped softly. then you nodded and he cupped your cheek, voice soft as he spoke to you. “can you tell me how it feels?”

a shudder runs through you as he shifts his hips just barely. “good. it feels really, really good.”

then he smiles and rolls on his back, pulling you into his lap as he did it. you sink back onto him so easily this time, sighing in unison as he was fully seated inside. his hands fell to your ass, taking cupfuls as you fluttered your eyes at him when he began moving you. movements growing more frantic as the sounds rumbled from his chest and echoed through your skin, penetrating your thoughts in the same way he did your body.

jason loves to watch you lost yourself in it, see the hungry grow from your shyness and fuck you til your begging him for more. because you are as insatiable as he is and even more is never enough.

after he coaxes you through an orgasm and states through half lidded eyes, you try changing the position yourself. though you fail, collapsing onto his chest and begging for more with that hoarse tone in your voice that told him you were exhausted. jason could never deny his sweet girlfriend from his touch could he?

pulling off his lap, he moved to situate himself over you once again. pulling out just for a moment while you flop onto you back, sighing into the pillow dreamily. he blinks as he hovers over you, hand grazing your side as he says your name. he swallows thickly as the sight of you arching for him, stomach flat on the mattress as you pulled your arms under the pillow, burying your face into it. jason breathes heavier.

“i wanna see your face too princess, come on.”

though you only him and murmur something that sounded like too tired. jason snakes his arm under your chest and pulls you up by your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to coax. you hand slides behind you, guiding his throbbing length through your puffy folds before sinking back into him. moaning as you arch your back further, jason nearly chokes on his spit and pulls your face towards him. craning his neck just to kiss you even as you start to fold in on yourself when he picks up the pace.

the sound of his skin on yours is obscene, the pace he keeps is relentless. his eyes watch your shut ones as pushed you into another orgasm and reach your peak with a whimper. jason swallows the sweet sound from between your lips and lets your hands weakly tug as his hair at the frown of his neck more harshly than you’d intended. the sting reminds him you’re still there.

when you’re limp against him, shuddering from the feeling and he lets you gently onto the sheets, jason manhandles you into your back again. fucking you right as you’re blissed out on him, humming with his name on your tender lips from how hard he’d been kissing you from behind. he’s rougher with you now that he can see your face fully again. that was exactly what he needed to tip over the edge. he moans your name out broken, his dark hair sticking to his forehead as his perfect heterochromic eyes bore into your glazed ones.

“you’re so perfect ma,” he whimpers. “god, you’re so beautiful.”

though the fucked out grin you gave him made him sputter and groan. hips stuttering as he gave powerful thrusts into you and let go, painting your walls a milky white you could practically taste. even then his eyes are open, arms braced by your head so he didn’t crush you with his weight and also to continue to see your face as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. tongue touching the tip of your top teeth before you giggled at him weakly. grazing your fingernails up his back as he shudders again and continues to thrust into you like he couldn’t resist, not when he’s got you under him like this.

you have to pull him to lay all the way down so he is laying over you, his weight like a heavy blanket that could lull you to sleep. dick so good it sends you into full rem quickly.

though when you wake up in the morning, jason’s laying on his side, his hand draped over your waist as you leg hung over his. and his eyes were set right on yours, lips ready to say your name like it had taken permanent residence on his tongue.