#but like there's a million different peters

[channelrat]

oh my gosh spiderman no way home looks great

#no cause like #why are ALL dr S's the SAME #but like there's a million different peters #this isnt even a good joke because they look more similar than the peters do #anyway #i have a fic idea #its zach obviously everything is zach unless its next gen and im ignoring next gen rn bc i dont have ideas #and instead of using this idea for next gen im using it for zach #and so basically ive had it for A While #but i have 3 different versions of this idea #i have 2 versions of ytya but i have three versions (+ a similar side version thats differenly only vaguely) #and i wanna write this new one #but i want to write the one idea #and idk which i want first because they're both good #one is more disney #and the other is like something not disney idk #one is intro based and i wanna do intro based SO badly because it just sounds FUN #but i wanna wait for intro to be released too

[sciderman]

I swear I have read your big post regarding Peter Parker's neurodivergence and why it is best to avoid labelling him, but he definitely has a weird brain

Can't find it and feel kinda sad about it cuz I deeply related to it

i know exactly which post you're talking about and i can't find it either! i've raked through my archive, and it's just - nowhere to be seen. i think tumblr eated it (it happens.)

really, tumblr's search functionality is so so useless, i don't know what to tell you. there are plenty of keywords i can search to find it that post, but the search functionality actually just does not work!

undiagnosed audhd-addled peter parker, my darling, my light, my life, my everything.

i think peter parker's such an interesting creature to write, because a lot of people will point to a certain behaviour about him and say "this is an autistic thing, right?" but a lot of those behaviours are actually, in my head, tied to certain traumas in peter's life too.

people say "oh, the food thing, peter's a picky eater because he's autistic" and yes, absolutely. but also it's tied to his trauma with his parents.

peter gets overstimulated, and yes, it's an autism thing, but also he was bitten by a radioactive spider and his senses are dialled to 11.

it's a similar case i've found for myself, too – where a lot of friends i have kind of diagnose me because i have autistic traits, but actually - i'm hesitant to claim the label or pursue diagnosis because, actually, i know where these certain behaviours come from, and they come from certain traumas. there are events i can pinpoint in my life and say "yep. that's where this behaviour comes from."

so - i think there's a lot of overlap between trauma and autistic traits. the brain is very complex! i think the reason for that overlap is maybe as simple as the fact that people with autism and people with trauma are both doing the same thing - developing behaviours to protect themselves or soothe themselves. so - i think it's nice to be able to see a character like peter parker, who may or may not be autistic, but recognise behaviours in him and see yourself in him.

people who go undiagnosed for whatever reason - people who are really good at masking - so good, in fact, that they have no idea they might be on the spectrum - everyone and anyone at all can look at peter parker and recognise themselves. because i think we discredit the thought that every single brain does the same thing! develops certain behaviours in order to survive. every brain has that same software - we've just all been faced with different hardships that we need to overcome, and that's were all the differences come in.

autism is a spectrum, i guess - everyone falls into it to some degree. and i think events in your life probably push you along on it. but i don't know, i didn't study brain science. probably what i'm saying is very stupid and uninformed. of course there's brain chemistry involved. but i know people in my life living with autism and certain events in their life have exacerbated certain behaviours or made coping with it a lot more difficult. so maybe trauma is a catalyst.

#a lot of my traits have been exacerbated lately and i remember it was much easier for me before #and some of my friends have said “oh it's because you've been masking too long and now you're facing autistic burnout.” #and that made sense to me i think. #but then i found out about the stress thing. me overproducing stress hormone. and that's a very physical thing. #and that explains why i've been overstimulated more than usual lately. and why everything feels like too much. #and i wonder how many of these traits of mine are going to subside once i have lamar removed #and it makes me wonder a lot of things. and it's so weird how much your brain is tied to your biology. #i wonder how much i'll change. i wonder how i'll feel. i wonder if i'll still feel like me. i wonder how much me is me right now. #and how much of me is being altered by weird freaky hormones. who am i?? who will i be?? #i'm almost looking at this as like. a superhero origin story of some sort. like this is my spider-bite moment. maybe. #will i be different? will i cope with things differently?? now that my body isn't fighting something anymore?? #maybe i'll be normal. i don't know. i don't know. #i don't know what it'll mean for me. #but all of these things mean i relate to peter parker in a certain kind of way #i don't think you have to be diagnosed with autism to recognise and empathise with those traits i think #i think everyone can see themselves in peter. and i think that's the benefit of having characters that aren't diagnosed. #because there's so much overlap in the human experience. and certain feelings aren't exclusive to just one group of people. #peter has such a rich identity actually. it's an autistic thing. it's a queer thing. it's a jewish thing. it's a trauma thing. #there are so many overlapping parts of peter's identity that inform who he is and how he behaves and it's never just one thing. #it's a product of all of his things. #just like me! just like everyone. #so me? i guess i can be a million things. you can explain what i am in a million different ways. #a hundred different psychologists can all come up with different ways to explain why i be the way i be. #i don't think it's something that can be simplified. #sorry wow. i'm really going off here in the tags. #i hope people don't think i'm stupid. i don't know brain science. i'm just philosophising as usual. #sci speaks

[cowboycharmac]

SPEAKING of charmac dogboys i have GOT to write that teen wolf au

#its just like regular teen wolf but a million billion times less wholesome and more murdery #charmac sciles obviously and the waitress is allison except she hates charlie and wants him died #dee lydia KIND OF!!! kind of not exactly bc shes such a different character but lydias arc is soo.... i want to shove dee in there. #without the weird creepy peter stuff sorry i hated him and i cant rewatch her s2 arc bc of it but my god the first time i watched it... #dennis no parallels hes just there :) #mostly its for the charmac sciles parallels #not even in a shipping way. not even in afriendship way either actually their personalities are so different #more i looked at two sets of childhood boybestfriends where one of them goes by a shortened form of his last name bc his first name is #embarassing #and i was like yeah . thats the same guys PLUS also charlie would be soooo good at werewolf

[nateconnolly]

You probably know that humans can experience “phantom limbs,” but did you know that the limbs of an octopus can have a “phantom body”? If you cut off an octopus’ tentacle, it will try to feed a mouth that is no longer there. A severed octopus tentacle also curls up when it’s exposed to negative stimuli like acid. Essentially, if an octopus dies and its tentacle is cut off, the tentacle can outlive the original animal by a whole hour. 

Octopi have as many as 130 million neurons, but the vast majority are located in their limbs, not their brains. Their mind is “distributed.” That is fundamentally unlike the human mind. We have muscle memory, but our arms can’t move completely independently of our brains.

What does this mean for octopus consciousness? Well… we don’t know. There’s no way to observe or deduce via experiment what it’s like to be a particular animal. We can see how they behave, but we won’t ever see the world through their eyes. Science can study what is outside, but not what’s inside. So, animal consciousness isn’t really the domain of science. 

As is always the case, philosophers have attempted to do what scientists cannot. The philosopher Peter Godfrey-Smith has a really great way of explaining what’s at stake: “Octopuses let us ask which features of our minds can we expect to be universal whenever intelligence arises in the universe, and which are unique to us.”  There’s a decent chance you’ve seen a popular Tumblr post about Umwelt Theory—the idea that animals have access to senses that we do not. Smells too refined for our noses, pitches too high for our ears, colors outside the range of our eyes. But the inner worlds of animals might be even stranger than that. The postmortem movement of octopus limbs suggests that some animal minds might be fundamentally different from ours. Simply put, it’s not just that some animals have access to sensations that we will never feel. They might have access to types of thoughts that we will never be able to think.

#octopus #philosophy of mind #philosophy #marine biology #biology #science #umwelt theory

[as-para-gus]

Miles' universe is Blank.

Right at the beginning of the movie, the lady explains that its her job to 'capture his universe', but she has no idea who this kid is, so she has nothing written.

Miles is the 'original' anomaly, who—according to Miguel—was never meant to be spiderman. It makes sense that no one quite knows what to expect.

But hold on a second, in a universe where spiderman already existed, would changing a canon event still be catastrophic when they've technically already happened?

If it is, why hasn't the universe where Miles' spider came from collapsed in on itself like Miguel claims it should? Because the spider never bit Peter Parker in that universe, I'd say that several canon events have changed, but other than chaos due to lack of a spiderman, the universe has yet to tear itself apart.

Why do they listen to Miguel anyway? Oh right, because he's experienced it the consequences of changing canon events. But in that case, wouldn't that make him the original anomaly?

It would make sense, both him and Miles have distinct powers that seperate themselves from the other spiders, like invisibility or vampire-esque teeth.

Dont let all the different versions of spiderman confuse you, they all have things in common—outside of canon events—and Miguel is an outlier in all of them.

No humor, distinct webs, and whatever the hell he injected himself with aside, Miguel has not only lost sight of what it means to be spiderman, but also managed to drag everyone down with him.

Maybe thats why Miguel makes such a good antagonist, because I dont know about you, but alot of what he explained made sense. I found myself even agreeing—greater good and all that. Sure it sucks, but thats the responsibility of Spiderman right?

But wait. When did spiderman become so cynical? As of now, Miguel is not Spiderman. Maybe he never was. I hope for Miles sake thats not true.

But back on topic. Just like that lady at the very start, Miguel also has no idea who this kid is, or how his universe is going to turn out - and thats a little scary. Especially when its possible Miles can achieve everything he wasnt able to. There are a million reasons why Miguel's univeres collaped in on itself, and I'm not inclined to take his word.

#across the spiderverse #i might come back and edit this #i just needed to get all my thoughts out #miles morales #miguel o'hara #spiderverse #spiderman

[astonmartinii]

bad blood (lando's version) | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem carlos ex!reader

band aid's don't fix bullet holes but his best friend might

based on this request:so reader is a famous model who’s also carlos ex (dated YEARS) and after the breakup he jumped straight to rebeca (we just need a tiny bit of bad blood). soo she and lando always got along, ever since carlos was in mclaren. the point is they get together and come hand in hand to a gp out of nowhere so drama and more bad blood surface - you can lead this to whatever you want hehe, thanks!!! - @lorenakaspersen

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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vogue: y/n y/ln takes the cover for this month, where she talks re-discovering herself and giving yourself time to move on. copies in stores everywhere this friday.

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user1: i am once again asking how the fuck that man fumbled a bad bitch like her

user2: do not bring that man up here, he actually boils my blood

user3: honestly thank god they wear helmets in f1 cause if i saw his smug little face i may have smashed by tv

yourusername: thank you for having me hehehehhe xx

vogue: you dropped this queen 👑

user4: not vogue supporting her more than carlos ever did 🤨

user5: at least lando still supports her

user6: i'm glad the friends she made... i.e lando, charles, max, daniel, etc did also abandon her when carlos just dropped her

hunterschafer: you're the person i see in your dreams

yourusername: are you sure i'm not just your sleep paralysis demon?

hunterschafer: you're welcome to stalk mine dreams anytime

user7: how am i meant to care about f1 without y/n?

user8: she's the reason i learnt about the sport but at leats now i have an excuse to support someone else LOL

landonorris: tinkerbell looks a little bit different here

yourusername: i thought you were too old to watch peter pan?

landonorris: i just said that so you would think i'm a big macho man :(

yourusername: that is tragic

landonorris: can i interest you in a movie night some time soon then

yourusername: you might

user9: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE ^^

user10: idk but i am excited

f1wagupdates

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f1wagsupdates: carlos sainz debuts his new girlfriend rebecca donaldson at the bahrain grand prix, just one month after breaking up with model y/n y/ln. sainz and y/ln were together for three years, and sainz was seen with donaldson for the first time just a week after the breakup.

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user13: lol the wag accounts are done with his ass

f1wagsupdates: i am a y/n y/ln stan first and foremost

user14: anyone see the absolute stink eye charles and lando gave carlos LOL

user15: that's the thing when you're together for so long, the friends get attached as well

user16: i mean if certified homie hopper charles leclerc is calling your bluff then you know you've fucked up

user17: i will never understand how he jumped into a relationship with her after three years ?? LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

user18: things like that make me glad i'm single

user19: the thing that is bothering me that no one has said yet is the fact that he's been with her what a month? and he's already brought her to a race when he made y/n wait months to go to a race?

user20: screams insecurity - like "look i have moved on, i'm an alpha male who can get whoever i want"

user21: i never understood why he didn't let her come to races for months when they first got together, like not even his home race?

user22: i've always got the vibe that he thought that he was better than her and that she was using him?

user23: the way if he ever posted her (which was not very often) he never tagged her

user24: which is ironic because she's one of the most celebrated models in recent history, she has millions more followers than him and has a bigger network than him, so really if anyone was using anyone it was carlos using her

user25: anyone else pulling for her to get with lando?

user26: i always thought they got on more in the videos of them all together but honestly i just want her to be happy

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yourusername: not much going on recently

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user27: SHE'S SO HOT

user28: i need her to give me one chance please

charles_leclerc: are we still down for the road trip to lourdes?

yourusername: needed now more than ever

charles_leclerc: trust and believe

user29: charles and y/n friendship you mean so much to me

user30: need her to sit in charles' side of the garage

user31: mother went to the university of servington where she got a degree is cuntology with a minor in slaying the haus down

danielricciardo: miss ma'am, leave some for the rest of us

yourusername: why thank you good sir

danielricciardo: where do i procure a veil as such?

yourusername: i may source one for you if you promise not to shave that moustache

heidiberger: preach

user32: i bet carlos just thought everyone would just forget about y/n when he dropped her, but he forgot that she's probably more liked on the grid than he is LOL

landonorris: why are you staring into my soul like that

yourusername: why are you lurking in my comment section

landonorris: i thought we were friends :(

yourusername: always and forever

user33: but he wants it to be more

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user33: I SAW THAT LANDO X Y/N COMING SOON?

landonorris

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landonorris: hostess with the most-ess?

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user34: is that a ... WOMAN?

user35: he's saying he's a host ... maybe he's hosting a friend who is a girl, it's not illegal

user36: i get your sentiment, but that photo is straight out of the soft launch girlfriend pinterest boards

user37: well now i'm picturing lando scrolling through pinterest and asking ??? to recreate the pics 😭

carlossainz55: missing my golf partner, round this weekend? ⛳️

landonorris: let me check my schedule buddy 👍

user38: okay... well someone else tell me that they can feel the vibe shift

user39: it's their first online interaction after the breakup, i think we can guess who's side lando is on

oscarpiastri: someone needs to debrief me asap

landonorris: someone forgot that he owns a phone

oscarpiastri: needed the added pressure of the public call out to make you actually do it

landonorris: fine, but you get three questions and that's it

user40: if the call out was public can't we get the public answers

yourusername: are you coming for my job?

landonorris: you saying i could model 😊

yourusername: i'm definitely saying you should let me give my agent your number

landonorris: you already have my number babe

yourusername: okay pretty boy

user41: i need this type of nepotism in my life

user42: i need the nepotism and the sexual tension cause PHEW it is through the roof

yourusername

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yourusername: enjoy the picture of me fucking up a pretzel

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user46: okay where are the detective freaks from f1twt?

user47: reporting for duty 🫡

user46: what car is that?

user47: it looks strikingly similar to a jolly, but i don't know if that's just my brain pushing me to make it lando. but there is a florist in monaco that wraps their flowers just like that as well ....

user46: thank you for your service

danielricciardo: this is very ballerina core 🩰

yourusername: has the old man been spending time on the internet?

danielricciardo: yes he has 😃

yourusername: omg proud

danielricciardo: no but seriously how did you do it? it looks sick

yourusername: very fiddly, needed an extra pair of hands

danielricciardo: an extra pair of hands [wiggles eyebrows]

yourusername: did you just comment your own stage directions?

danielricciardo: funny 😄

user48: okay i am glad we're not being deprived of the y/n and daniel friendship.

landonorris: i am enjoying this picture of you fucking up a pretzel

yourusername: i am a whore for carbs

landonorris: i am a whore for you

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landonorris: i am also a whore for carbs (don't tell jon)

maxverstappen1: 📸📸📸 saw that mister !!

landonorris: you didn't see NOTHING

user49: we saw everything. i am so disappointed in lando, he's carlos' bestfriend and he's doing this?

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user50: oh i know this man aint speaking

f1teaandgossip

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ftteaandgossip: carlos sainz was caught liking this tweet about his ex girlfriend y/n y/ln and his (former?) best friend lando norris. what do you think?

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user53: the audacity of men never fails to astound me

user54: you know what, i feel like a guilty man only acts this bold. so i'm saying it. i think there was overlap between his relationship with y/n and his relationship with rebecca

user55: you're right and you should say it

user56: carlos got with rebecca within a WEEK of the end of a three year relationship but is angry that she's finally moving on after months ?

user57: for real the first sight of lando and y/n was after at least two months

user58: i know people will say she's in the wrong because it is lando but honestly carlos has no leg to stand on with him parading rebecca around the paddock

user59: i really couldn't give a fuck if lando is his best buddy you act like a fool expect to get treated like a fool

user60: also the whole "whoring around the grid" is so dumb. you mean her FRIENDS? you know the friends she had to make when you would just leave her in the paddock or ignore her at parties ?

user61: babe really thought he was more loved in the paddock and expected everyone to go along with his messiness

user62: men don't talk about women this way challenge

user63: imagine talking about a girl you were with for THREE tears like this

user64: i wish lando and y/n all the best and i hope they're together for a long time, she deserves a good man after all of this

user65: i have faith 🤞

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yourusername: sloppy seconds you say? i never come second with him. pun intended x

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user66: SERVE

user67: user67 found dead in her home, cause of death: this post

landonorris: what can i say i'm a giver 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: i'll say 😮‍💨

oscarpiastri: ENOUGH

landonorris: i thought you were happy for us oscar :(

oscarpiastri: i am !! i even took the second picture. but i think you forget that i am staying with you in monaco :/

yourusername: whoops my bad

landonorris: i swear my hospitality is usually better

yourusername: i can attest to his hospitality

oscarpiastri: STOP PLEASE STOP

user68: poor oscar being traumatised by y/n and lando 😭

carlossainz55: real mature

yourusername: how about instead of liking shady tweets and commenting on my instagram posts, you come confront me like a real fucking person.

carlossainz55: you'd love that wouldn't you

yourusername: i really would because if i said everything you needed to hear i'd be banned from this app

carlossainz55: you really are the gold digging slut my parents warned me about

landonorris: you will absolutely not talk to her that way. if you do so again we'll have a very real problem

carlossainz55: you have no sense of loyalty lando

landonorris: the call is coming from inside the house

user69: the girls are FIGHTING

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landonorris: nothing better than a podium at home and time with family

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user72: the sky camera shady as fuck for cutting straight to y/n in the mclaren garage when carlos crashed LOL

user73: her and lando's dad trying not to laugh had me creasing

yourusername: beyond proud of you baby

landonorris: your support means everything pretty girl

yourusername: and your family are the loveliest, tell mama i said thank you for having me (and my sandwiches for the plane)

landonorris: she say's thank you and come back soon (i also want you to come home asap)

user74: he already refers to his house at their home

user75: and y/n has been accepted by the family - the sainzs could take notes

oscarpiastri: oscar piastri erasure

yourusername: sorry osc, you're our favourite pookie on the grid

landonorris: also mama made you sandwiches too

oscarpiastri: i know they were very yummy 😋

danielricciardo: HOLD ON, oscar is your favourite pookie, where am i ???

maxverstappen1: i think you'll find i am their favourite full stop

charles_leclerc: nuh uh it's clearly me

yourusername: i'll just say lando is my favourite

landonorris: and i'll say y/n is my favourite

yourusername: and that's that

danielricciardo: boooooooo.

maxverstappen1: cop out :(

charles_leclerc: 🍅🍅🍅

user76: i am so confused right now

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yourusername: you are in love, true love.

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user77: omg the letters? i swear there were letters in her first post after carlos took rebecca to the first race of the season

user78: wait so do you think they were from lando the whole time?

yourusername: yes they are from lando ! after the carlos stuff had somewhat died down he had them all delivered to me and it definitely swayed me for a first date

user79: but i thought some of those letters looked pretty old

landonorris: i won't deny that i liked y/n for a long time but i obviously couldn't express that so i put them in letters. an idiot was an idiot and i'll never not take my chance

user80: okay that makes this whole thing so much cuter

user81: y/n is the definition of never letting your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband

landonorris: you're my best friend and i love you so much

yourusername: i'd go through all this mess and all this heartbreak again if it meant i still end up with you

landonorris: but i'm by your side forever now you can't get rid of me

yourusername: i wouldn't dream of it

user82: lord i have seen it all, please bless me with a relationship like this

danielricciardo: god you people are ridiculously cute

oscarpiastri: just think yourself lucky that you no longer share a garage with them

landonorris: we're not THAT bad

oscarpiastri: i have working ears

yourusername: sorry not sorry osc x

fin.

note: hope you all enjoyed. i am dying trying to do 75 soft but i also signed up for burlesque class !!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #lando norris #f1 social media au

[sunflowersteves]

miguel and the reader holding hands under the table during a meeting 🥹

poor miguel is so scared people are gonna think differently oof their boss if (when) they see you holding hands so he hides it even tho the reader knows everything is 100% fine and everyone knows their together 😭😭

have a great day/night and stay hydrated!!

omg this is so so CUTE and don’t worry I did stay hydrated love <3

warnings || miguel is a softie, fluff, making out, gender neutral reader

Hobie knew, if not immediately, when there was something more than just friendship between you and Miguel.

He saw the stolen glances, the soft feather-light touches, and the smallest of smiles that perked up against Miguel’s lips. Hobie would look around, wondering if anyone else had noticed the newfound love.

Alas, after much diving, he comes to the conclusion that he’s the only true observer around. Everyone else seems absolutely oblivious to the butterflies that practically dance around you two—well, until you bring Miguel a gift one afternoon.

It was a particularly hard day for Miguel. Another mission had gone wrong and he wasn’t able to fix it this time. It seemed to him that mission after mission kept failing.

Hobie, Peter, Gwen, and Miles were going to be sent on a mission to clean up the gigantic mess that was left in another Spider-Man’s wake, according to Miguel. It was a harsh meeting—that’s for sure.

As if on cue from Miguel’s sour and proliferated choice of words, you walked in.

“Hi.” You said, smiling brightly. “I brought you empanadas.”

Everyone sighed in relief at the mention of Miguel’s favorite food. Maybe he will calm down just a little bit.

“Gracias, cariño.” He says, taking the to-go box from your hands. He thought nothing of it as the lightest touch caressed against the small of your back.

In the background, Miles gasped—he gasped so loud that Miguel’s head whipped over to him. “You and—Oh.”

Miguel could only stare, eyebrows raising by themselves in surprise. Miles’ eyes widened and he quickly shrunk into his form. “Nothing! It’s nothing. I-I just—saw a spider!” His eyes widened. Again. “But not like a—like a radioactive one or—“

Miles winces at the rambling that tumbled out of his mouth and immediately clamps his mouth shut. “It’s great. I’m great. Everything’s great.”

It was entirely unconvincing. Extremely, unconvincing. Peter and Gwen just raise their eyebrows at him while Hobie nods to Miles.

Miles’ eyes continue to widen at the sudden confirmation from his friend. He opens mouth to ask a million questions going through his head, but the straight glare from Miguel snaps it shut.

It wasn’t that Miguel was embarrassed to be seen with you or anyone in HQ. In fact, when he visits your universe, he can’t stop with the public displays of affection. His arm envelops you as you walk, his finger caresses the shape of your jaw as you talk about your day, his lips press sweetly into your shoulder on the subway ride home, and sometimes his fingers purposely brush and tap against your thighs at your favorite dinner spot.

He was so proud of the person you had become and endlessly encouraged you in your passions. He drooped all over you—practically—at every given point.

Miguel was obsessed with you.

His only issue was the idea of you getting hurt. There was no rhyme or reason, in particular, as why that related to everyone at HQ—but he knew that this was a dangerous responsibility to take on.

Since you, everything and everyone became a threat. He will be damned if he lets anyone take you away from him.

So, due to his fears, you both agree—with terms—to not tell anyone in the spider-verse. It was nice too when everything wasn’t a fuss. Well, until you continuously slip up.

~

After Miles and Hobie already figured it out, it was Peter’s turn—but this discovery was much more of a shocking scene.

You were in his office—lair—whatever he liked to call it, sitting perched on his lap. Miguel’s arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and your hands were locked onto his muscled shoulders.

His mouth was perfectly slotted over yours, his deep breath fanning up against your cheek. His tongue swirled deliciously against your own as you pressed further into his chest.

You break apart for just a second, “Miguel.” You whined. As if he was a drug, your lips leaned forward once more—whining for the millionth time when his lips dodged yours.

He chuckled, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck. “Patience, cariño. You know I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips felt too swollen and your body felt too heated for you to make a conscious reply. Too kiss drunk, you just say his name once more. It was more desperate this time.

Miguel smirks smugly before leaning his lips down to yours again. You taste so sweet as he licks to the inside of your mouth—wanting to feel your velvety tongue. He growls at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him tighter.

Without any caution, Peter swings into Miguel’s office—despite lyla’s many protests.

“Hey, Miguel! Do you wanna see more Mayday pictures because I’ve got tons and I know that you’re busy but—oh my god!”

He screeches to a halt when he finally looks up from his daughter’s hand tightening around his finger to the sight of you—on Miguel’s lap with your tongues down each other’s throat.

His hand instinctively slaps Mayday’s eyes closed, even though she was already fast asleep in his arms.

You both, in practically a millisecond, jump out of each other’s skin and stand five feet apart. “Oh I’m—I was just—looking for a file.”

Miguel’s hand ruffles through his messy hair. “Yep. A file. They needed a file.”

He stared blankly at the two of you for a couple of moments. Miguel had patches of bruises that fluttered against his neck and as you predicted, your lips were swollen.

Then Peter smiled—he smiled so large. “Sure.” He drags out. “A file. Yeah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

Miguel grumbled underneath his breath while you stood too shocked to do anything quite yet.

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Lastly, Gwen was the last one to notice. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have figured it out, but more so she had a lot on her plate at the moment. Unfortunately, she was distracted more than normal.

Luckily, this was going t o be a highlight of her week—you and Miguel. About fucking time.

Everyone was in a meeting—you, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Peter, and Gwen. Under the table, without anyone knowing, Miguel slowly interlaced your fingers together. Your lips twitched at the feeling and you squeezed his hand.

When Miguel got nervous, his hand would try and find your figure. It didn't matter what—a pinkie, your whole hand, an elbow, you name it. As long as he could find the comfort of the soft plains of your skin, he knew he would be okay.

Gwen nudged Hobie and Miles. She whispered as softly as she could. “Are they holding hands?”

Her eyes widened at the nod both of them gave back to her. Peter just smiles—almost too brightly at the sight of his friends being happy together.

"Yeah they are."

Gwen glares at them the three of them before whisper shouting. “You guys knew? And you didn’t tell me?”

Peter, very cautiously without suspicion, raised a hand in defense. "Well, I didn't wanna tell—you know, because I knew."

She rolled her eyes at the older man. "You're ridiculous. That's definitely not true."

“I knew the whole time. It was pretty obvious.” Hobie stated, unamused.

The other three gasped and it caused you and Miguel to slight jump—no spidey sense and all. "And you didn't even tell us?" Miles scoffed. Gwen just started to cuss as she was fed up, these were her friends for fucks sake. Peter just sniffed and whispered, "how could you?"

Miguel bellowed. “Are you idiot-brains even listening?”

As if on cue, each of their eyes widened substantially. Their lips were sealed tightly and nodded. Well, except Hobie. Hobie just laid back slightly more in his chair. Miles had to ask him how to be more unfazed.

"Not at all, blue panther. Just take them out of here and have a proper date now, yeah?" With that, Hobie takes his leave, despite the protests from Miguel to come back to finish the debriefing of a mission.

Miguel felt hot. He felt very hot. The entire team had just witnessed the two of you and he wasn't sure what you thought about it. You bit your lip and stared into his eyes. He could only stare back in nervousness before the realization followed him and toppled over him like a freight train.

Oh, who cares, he thought. A la mierda, he thinks once again.

"Will you? You know," He says it almost bashfully. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Go on a proper, real date?"

You smiled, so wide. You didn't have to hide anymore. Sure, you've had plenty of dates, but he's talking about a real one. One where you don't have to shove yourselves in bushes and wear non-recognizable clothes.

You press your thumb into his cheek and stroke softly. "I would love to, Miguel."

He smiles this time—it was wide and all of his teeth shown brightly through his lips.

"Ew you guys are gross." "This is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. Mayday, did you see?" "Can you guys adopt me?"

Miguel groaned, "Please, get out." He pauses a beat, "Now."

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099

[evanpeters]

HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY, EVAN PETERS! (January 20, 1987)

"I mean, when I was 15 I got this hare-brained idea to become an actor. (laughs) I was like “I’m going to do it I’m going to be in movies and TV shows and it’s going to be great”, at fifteen! I didn’t know what that meant, what that would entail, I didn’t know anything! My mom was so great and came out with me, and my father was too, they were so supportive which was awesome. But I felt inside this notion that I wanted to get the most out of this life – not sure if I was having an existential crisis at 15, but I felt like I wanted to just go for it. I didn’t want to go down the path that I saw everyone else going down, I felt a yearning for something exciting so I went for it. I think that doing that gave me a feeling alike to what Warren felt, sees that everyone around him looks at the world in a certain way, and wants something different. He wants to get millions of dollars and retire early to go live on a yacht in Bali, so he can get out of it and do something different. I get that, that “Why are we here?” question that makes you want to do something, anything, that’s not thought out and probably not realistic."

#evan peters #evanpetersedit #evanpeterssource #userkei #usersource #userstream #dailymenedit #ms*

[webslingingslasher]

how about something where peter and reader are having sex but reader gets a bad calf cramp midway. peter tries to help by massaging the leg but he's just laughing really hard. overall v funny and crack. love your work btw!

w: smutty smutty, a little name calling.

Your arms are glued to Peter’s while he thrusts into you, you grip him tightly trying to keep him close. The sheen that covered his body made him both sticky and sweaty. 

“Fuck!” 

The back of your head rubs against his pillow, his hands push higher on the backside of your knees, you’re fully spread open and he continues to push further, you’ve never felt him so deep. 

“Baby, you’re… fuck,” you can’t even compliment him, you’re a million percent cockdrunk at the moment. 

You could kiss your left knee with how high Peter had it pushed up, he grunts at the new angle and thrusts deeper. You shoot out a cry of pleasure, his words come out between clenched teeth. 

“So good, you’re doing so good for me.” 

You whimper and whine along with his praises, you’re so lost your words tumble out. 

“Thank you, thank you, you know me so well.” 

Your boyfriend grunts but a smile takes over, he slows down and puts a hand on your cheek. Your mind races but his touch grounds you a little, you push your hips into his, trying to get back the momentum. 

“Are you thanking me for fucking you?” 

You try to clasp your hands around his neck and he narrowly misses, you roll your hips into his taking control. 

“You were being so nice, now you’re being mean.” 

A sarcastic pout takes over his face, he pushes his body down, anchoring himself into place with an arm by your head, the other hand takes your leg to push it over his hip. In one fluid motion he thrusts into you hard, you lose your breath and gasp against the pillow. 

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you hard and deep?” 

He keeps going, drilling in and out and your mind spins with pleasure. 

“C’mon, baby. Said I was being mean, is this better?” 

Your fingernails pierce the skin on his shoulders, your boyfriend's aggressive words made you slicker, you can hear the difference in sounds and know he can feel it on his end. 

“Like that? You like when I make you needy? Like you’re a dirty slut who-” 

A punch to his chest, panicked words usher from your mouth. 

“Out! Get out of me!” 

He didn’t mean to take it that far, he thought you liked it, it felt like you liked it. Peter paused, his motions stopped but he didn't move. 

Your leg had slipped down on his thigh and you were met with a wicked cramp that you needed to step down on to fix it, the pain and pressure was spreading up your thigh, a true life or death moment. You pushed at his chest to get him to move but he was frozen, you let out a yelp and threw his shoulders away the best you could. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” 

More aggressive than you meant but, fuck, charley horses were the worst cramps imaginable. 

Peter finally snaps into motion and pulls out of you quicker than he normally would’ve, you hiss at the feeling but jump from the bed, he watches you with scared eyes. He shouldn’t have said that, called you a dirty slut, he was just talking in the moment. 

The second you’re able to stand you deflate with air, the pulling motion eased. You finally had control of your leg back, it was tender as all hell from being locked up but it was your leg again. Picking it up and pressing your weight back down you felt ready enough to finish what’s been started. 

You flop back down to the bed and open back up, “ready.” 

Peter doesn’t move, you look down at the foot of the bed. His eyes are focused on yours, he looks scared. 

“Are you-” 

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it was a just in the moment thing and I didn’t mean it.” 

You squint your eyes and look at his face, “what?” 

Peter’s arms fly out to cup your face, you have squished cheeks and are forced to look in his eyes as he hovers over you. 

“I don’t think you’re a slut. Like, at all.” 

You bat his hands away, “I didn’t think you did but, thanks for the vote of confidence.” 

Well, now he has no idea why you threw him off. 

“I thought you didn’t like it.” 

You sit up with him, “calling me a slut?” 

A nod, you retraced the steps and let out an “ohhh,” then shake your head and smile at your boyfriend. 

“I had a cramp! I feel like you know how much I liked you saying that.” 

Peter’s hand was thrown over his chest, telling his heart it can stop going so fast. 

“I thought you did, but then I thought I went too far, thank god.” 

You scoff and tilt your leg open more. 

“Not far enough, now give my leg a rub down and fuck me like a dirty slut.” 

His fingers dig into the plush of your calf, already tenderizing the area, “yes, ma’am.” 

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker smut #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter smut #peter parker fluff #my writing

[hobiebrownismygod]

The characterization of Miguel as "the bad guy". News flash; He's not.

I keep seeing people talking about Miguel as if he's the villain of ATSV. Y'all. This is NOT true. People are paying too much attention to the train scene and not enough attention to his words and actions that are the main points of his characterization.

First of all, Miguel was NOT trying to hurt Miles in this movie.

The main reason why people think he was going to hurt Miles was because of the train scene, where he basically slammed Miles into the side of the train, but if you look into this scene more closely, Miguel wasn't genuinely trying to hurt him.

Miguel starts off with his claws extended, trying to climb up the train toward Miles. HOWEVER-

The moment he lunges at Miles, trying to grab him, his claws retract. Why is this?

Because he's not trying to hurt Miles. He's trying to catch him.

This happens again later in the movie.

See the difference? Miguel uses his claws to rip open the Go-home machine, but immediately retracts them as to not harm Miles. If you watch the actual scene, you'll see the claws slowly retract. Its not an animation error. It was purposefully done.

Sure, he was being aggressive. Yes, he was definitely gonna rage on Miles about this, but he was not going to hurt him.

Miguel is not the bad guy in this movie.

Miguel believes that canon events are real. He believes that he is really the only reason that the multiverse hasn't collapsed yet and he believes that he needs to stop Miles from saving his dad because otherwise, millions of people in his dimension will die.

Second of all, Miguel is not normally an aggressive guy.

Before I start, we don't know this for sure, but this is what I believe from what I've seen in the movie and online about him. I don't believe that Miguel is normally an aggressive person.

Since we're talking about the go-home machine, lets use that as the first piece of evidence that he's not normally an aggressive person.

Look at Peter's reaction to seeing Miguel tearing up the Go-home machine. He is petrified.

Now, if Miguel was normally the type of guy to do this, Peter would not have this kind of reaction to him going after Miles. The entire society stands back and watches Miguel demolish the machine because its never happened before. None of them have ever seen Miguel act up like this before, and its shocking. Thats why nobody reacts. Thats why they all stay silent when he's done.

For the second piece of evidence, we have how Miguel acts when explaining canon events to Miles. He is extremely calm compared to how he is in the chase scene. He is genuinely trying to relate to Miles and comfort him because he's not normally an aggressive person.

Look at his expression. Look at how his hands are up in the air, trying to calm Miles down. He's not trying to hurt Miles. He's trying to make Miles look at it from his point of view. Because from his point of view, the impacts of breaking a canon event are disastrous. He believes that every single person in Miles universe is going to die. And he believes that letting Jeff die instead, is the only way to stop it.

Miguel is a good person who's been through a lot.

To us, his ideas are ridiculous, but to him, someone who's lost so much, they're the only thing keeping everything together.

Miguel is not the bad guy in this movie. Miguel is not the villain in this movie. We already have an established villain, and its not him. Miguel is simply an antagonist. And he's definitely going to get the chance to redeem himself in the next movie.

This was kind of short. If I think about other stuff he does, I'll add on, but these are like the main two reasons I didn't think he was the villain when I watched the movie. It just wouldn't make sense for him to be the villain. He's literally Spider-man.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #spiderman atsv #beyond the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o hara #spider man 2099 #miguel atsv #spiderman 2099 #miguel 2099 #miguel ohara #astv miguel #sm 2099 #into the spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #jess drew #peter parker #atsv analysis #astv #spider man #spiderman #miles molares #btsv

[lazyjellyfish300]

The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 3 🥀

Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant!Reader

Synopsis: back on the beaches of Paradise, Miguel prepares to face you for the first time since breaking your heart in front of millions during his time as the Eligible Suitor. Word count 3.1k 🖤 one of the scenes is inspired by the casino night episode of The office between Jim and Pam.

A/N: If you're unfamiliar with the show Bachelor in Paradise, here's a clip to give you an idea. Basically, it's another dating show usually in a tropical location where single people couple up, and new arrivals come in every so often and ask people on dates to shake things up, leading to drama and chaos, and couples can choose to stay together or break up in the end and there's typically an engagement. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THE SHOWS THE BACHELOR OR BACHELOR IN PARADISE, ALL RIGHTS TO THE OWNERS. I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE SHOW IN THE STORY.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, SMUT (DRY HUMPING, FINGERING, CUMMING IN PANTS, SPANKING, FANTASIZING) JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, PINING, DANGER, BULLYING, HEARTBREAK) sorry if I forgot anything...

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 4

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Thud...thud...thud.... 

"I...okay come on now...Mig...jeez. Get a grip!" Jess weakly tries to yank Miguel away from the bar which he was starting to pathetically knock his head against, the feeling in his body becoming deadweight; the buzz from the tequila partially responsible as he slumped backwards towards Jess. 

"Aaaa! Noir-HELP!" 

Jess jumped out of the way, no match for Miguel's huge frame and Noir was too sluggish and he toppled backwards off his bar stool onto the ground with a small thump. 

Noir and Jess looked down at the dazed expression on his face. A man tortured by Cupid laying in the sand, shirt half unbuttoned.

"You know, she had to watch you makeout with a different woman every single Monday for twelve weeks?" Noir points out. "Sometimes even back to back-woof."

Miguel blinks at him in response. 

"Seriouslyy though, not to mention the fairytale suites when you literally hooked up with two other women." Jess adds. "Honestly, you deserved this one." 

Miguel starts to groan, mumbling incoherent word jumbo, the inflections in his voice raising higher in pitch, making him sound like a giant baby as he rubbed circles in his eyes with the heel of his palm. 

Noir and Jess look at each other. It was gonna be a long night with this one. 

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You and Peter keep getting busy by the pool, everyone stayed clear of a 50 foot radius while your passionate escapade went on, the sounds you were making were painfully obvious. 

You were straddling Peter still, one of his hands in your swim suit bottoms as he curled two fingers inside your soft pussy. Peter looked up at you, your bouncing breasts, the soft texture of your skin, God everything about you was completely divine in this moment as you rode his lap. 

"Fuck...." He bit his lip as he thrust his hips, synchronizing them with yours. "You're close baby, aren't ya...? Talk to me, beautiful...." 

"Peter...." The pretty sounds you were making became more breathy. You brought your own hands to your tits, squeezing them, giving them a caress, putting on a show for him as you erotically lolled your head backwards. 

"Good God...." Peter's mouth slowly inched open, leaning back just a little so he could get a better view, the burning hickory color in his eyes completely overtaken by carnal desire, making him look so sexy in the dark.

"I could get used to watching you do that, baby...." He panted harder, adding his thumb to your clit. 

You whined sharply and he pulled you down closer, groaning as he felt your breasts squish against his chest, you nearly shoved your tongue down his throat but this only excited him further. He gave a low sensual growl into your mouth at the sensation. "So eager...mmm I'm loving this..." 

"Yeah baby?" You coo sweetly into his ear, letting him hear your impassioned moans.

"Fuck.... yeah..." Peter groaned, his hand landing another sharp spank on your ass, his fingers locking around your ass cheek right after it made contact. "Cum all over my hand, sweetheart..." he said through clenched teeth. 

"Peter..." You plead, the peak of your arousal nearly reached with the way his thumb gently kneaded your clit, delivering waves of wetness between your thighs. "I wanna cum on your cock..." 

"Oh my God...." Peter shut his eyes, that fiery coil building momentum in his body, he was close to his end as well. "I'll let you cum on my cock later, baby...I promise..." 

"Please, Peter?" 

"I know, beautiful...I know... it's okay, lovely girl..." He bites his lip again, curling his body deliciously below you. "Cum on my hand for me... just like this..."

You scream his name and give him just that, your warm arousal leaking all over him, and he cums in his swim trunks. He groans loudly, grabbing you by your neck with his free hand. You jerk towards him harshly at first, then the movement is more gentle as you meet him in a tender kiss. You melt as your tongues dance once more. You can't resist a cheeky smile in between kisses, a faint chuckle rolling off his lips into your mouth as he cutely brushes his nose against yours. 

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The cameras focus on you and Peter making your way down the stone steps onto the beach where the rest of the couples were hanging out. You had a huge smile plastered on your face, your fingers tangled with Peter's as one of his arms rested comfortably around your shoulder, holding you close. Your unofficial first entrance as the newest couple in Paradise. 

"Here-sit up." Jess hits Miguel's stomach with the back of her hand when she sees you and Peter approach, and he corrects his slouch and sits up proudly in his seat, his large pecs pushed up in a slightly comical matter. 

"You're overdoing it..." Jess murmurs out of the corner of her mouth. Miguel gulps and relaxes his shoulders a little bit, his heart beating out of his chest as he sees you face to face for the first time in months. 

All eyes are on you and Peter as people stand up from around the beachside bonfire, cheering for you two. Felicia squeals and runs up to you. You giggle and give her a hug and tug her back towards the tiki bar where you two go to catch up on the spicy events with Peter that just transpired. 

Ben pats the seat next to him, gesturing for Peter to sit down with a smirk on his face. "Well?" 

Peter just nods silently, a huge smile breaking out on his lips and the tops of his cheeks turning a healthy red.

"My man...." Ben slaps Peter on the back and hands him a beer, a snap and fizz as the can cracks open. "I'm happy for you buddy...let's drink to that." They laugh loudly and clink their beer cans together.

From across the fire pit, MJ's face remains neutral, although an intangible aura of tension hangs around her. She starts to blink rapidly as she tries to not give away her obvious jealousy, turning her attention to George next to her instead who's yapping loudly with Web-Slinger, cringing internally when she hears the problematic quality of the drunken jibberish he's spouting off. 

Miguel's face and chest gets hot again as he watches Peter and Ben, his jaw tense. Then, he looks over at you, playfully gossiping with Felicia. He stands up, slowly walking towards you two at the bar, his fingers tightening around the now sandy and slightly wilted rose he dropped earlier. 

In your peripheral vision, you sense someone approaching. You turn your head just a little, locking eyes with the target, nod, then turn back to face Felicia. Your neck nearly breaks when you jerk your head to look back at the target again, realizing it's not just anyone. 

It's Miguel. 

Your biggest heartbreak, the one who sat at the back of your mind at all times. His voice and his words a record that your ears forced you to listen to over and over again. The man responsible for humiliating you in front of millions of people behind a TV screen. The man who promised you the world and planted visions of a fairytale ending in your head then did a 180 the next day. The man who quite literally ripped your heart in half, repeatedly, forced you to watch him develop feelings, get physical and whisper sweet nothings to other women week after week as the show aired.  

Your Roman Empire standing before you in the form of rich scarlet eyes, a chiseled jaw, and that damned shy smile that was tugging at your heart strings, even now despite the months of torment he brought you. 

"Hi...." He says softly, eyes not wavering from yours. He was looking at you like you were the only person on that beach. Felicia's jaw fell open, the cameras were painfully close to your face, capturing your deer in headlights expression as you reacted in real time to this unbelievable twist of fate.

You remain a statue as he gently lifts his hand, offering you the lightly soiled rose. "Can we go talk, please?" His voice reduces to a whisper, the pleading in his tone emphasized by the way his eyebrows crinkle in the middle, those crimson eyes in an expression mimicking a sad puppy. 

You feel your knees get a little weak as your neck slightly cranes to look at him, his countenance reducing you to a puddle, but you realize immediately that you need to stay strong, don't be so fast to lower the drawbridge to your heart just yet. This man didn't choose you, and here he conveniently was right when you thought you had a spark for someone else. 

"What are you doing here?" You ask, your eyes narrowing, tone crisp and sharp. Miguel takes a deep breath, prepared to meet your figurative blade you had pointed at him in self defense. 

"It's a long story. I'll explain everything if you let me?" The corners of Miguel's eyes soften even more, every bit of his body language is submissive, begging, pleading with you to hear him out. 

Felicia looks at him incredulously, her icy eyes flicker to you, trying to read your expression. 

"Don't do it..." she mutters to you quietly. 

Miguel clearly heard what she said, but that doesn't stop him from still staring at you, holding his breath.

Your eyes move to Felicia and you place your hand on her forearm, gently pushing your cocktail towards her. 

"Just trust me...I got this..." you mutter back.

Felicia nods slowly, taking your cocktail in her hand. She shoots one last suspicious glare in Miguel's direction and walks back towards the bonfire to sit next to Ben, who's laughing loudly with Peter, both of them not paying any attention to what's going on. 

Miguel offers his arm to you but you shake your head, crossing your arms as you both walk side by side along the beach, the waves gently crashing as the nighttime descends along the shore. One of the cameramen keeping a healthy distance behind you. 

"So?" You say, keeping your eyes straight ahead, concentrating on some of the rocky cliffs in the distance. "What happened with Xina?" 

Miguel sighs. "I ended it." 

"You ended it?" you ask, slightly surprised at the revelation. "Thought you were in love..." 

"I was..." Miguel said curtly. You feel your heart skip at the past tense of his words. 

"What happened?" 

Miguel blows out air slowly from his nostrils. "She wasn't who I thought she was. I realized we were incompatible." 

You raise your eyebrows. You know him well enough to know there's more to the story. You'd get it out of him later when the cameras were off. 

"Well, sorry to hear that." You say, feigning sympathy. 

Miguel tries not to smile, thankful the darkness is concealing his face. He also knows you well enough to know that you certainly aren't sorry for him in the least. "So, you and Peter, huh?"

You smile, looking down at the sand. You both come to a stop in the middle of the beach, now quite a ways away from the others, the moon keeping watch above you, a camera zoomed in on your face.

 "Yeah..." you say, trying not to go into too much detail. "He caught me by surprise. We have a lot in common, so... I think I'm going to give this a shot." you nod, looking up at Miguel. 

Miguel is completely disappointed by this, but he nods, doing his best to conjure up a smile.

"I'm happy for you." 

A lie. 

"I hope that things go well with you two."

Another lie. 

"You deserve to be happy." 

The truth, even if it cut him a million times to say it out loud. 

"Thanks, Miggy..." You whisper. 

God, he would kiss you right now if he could. Why'd you call him by his damn nickname? Miguel's hands bunch into fists in his swim trunk pockets. His eyes go a little half lidded as he looks down at you. Heartbreak aside, you looked absolutely magnificent under the beach moonlight. 

Under different circumstances if he wasn't so foolish, you two would be in a location like this on your honeymoon, where you two wouldn't have any responsibilities besides letting the sun bathe your skin, and he'd keep your wine glass full, weaving pretty tropical flowers into your hair as you sat across from him at some lively outdoor restaurant on the waterfront. 

Where every night he'd take you to the shared cozy bungalow you two were staying in, groaning and biting his lip at the sight of your strapless maxi dress being tugged down the curves of your body, your lips parting, calling for him, begging for him to be inside...

"Can we be friends?" You ask. 

Miguel huffs, his fantasy brought to an abrupt halt, bringing him back to his less than ideal reality. "Don't do that..." Miguel shakes his head, looking upwards in defeat. "I want more than that..." He whispers, a lump forming in his throat. 

God, how much you wanted to just pretend like the last several months didn't happen and wrap your arms around him in that moment, too. But you know you can't. You owed it to yourself to see this through with Peter. It was time to put yourself first. "Well...I can't..." 

Miguel shakes his head, cutting you off. "I don't wanna hear it...sorry." Miguel sighs. 

You nod, understanding that every word that came from your mouth would just be a dagger to him. You stand there with him in uncomfortable silence. 

Miguel thinks deeply for several more moments, then speaks, "Maybe one day, we could work towards that..." 

In his mind he knows damn well he's not referring to being just friends. He's smart enough to know that if he truly wants to win you back, he'll cut his loss and remain civil and friendly. Then, and maybe just then, this little "fling" you have going on with Parker will fizzle out and he'll be there, ready to catch you. 

You look at Miguel, a little surprised at his change in demeanor but you welcome it, happy that things don't need to remain bitter between you.

"Absolutely..." You hold your hand out to him, a friendly truce. "We're good?" 

Miguel nods. "Good..." He echos. 

You two shake hands and your lips part slightly at the warmth of his palm and how tightly he wraps his fingers around yours. The corner of Miguel's mouth twitches upwards ever so slightly as he pulls you closer to him, a little bait and switch behind this supposedly platonic handshake. 

You're helpless, drowning in the ruby waters of his eyes, the oceanic atmosphere making him all the more tempting. 

He's helpless too, a situation he was trying to avoid altogether but he put himself in it anyway. He'd put up with seeing you all over Peter if it meant you'd still be within arm's reach. He'd be the broom and dustpan for you at a moment's notice the moment Peter carelessly dropped your heart. There was a good chance it would happen since he knew Peter was as stuck on MJ as he was on you. 

Felicia calls for you, and your intimate moment is interrupted, Miguel stifling a sigh of defeat as you whip your head in her direction. You start walking back rapidly towards the bonfire, picking up the pace when you see Felicia is frantic, the cameraman struggling to keep up with you. 

"It's Jess..." Felicia huffs, out of breath. "She's sick, we gotta go make sure she's okay... there's an ambulance here and everything!" 

Your heart drops to your stomach and you look at Miguel, also worried at the sudden change of events, hoping all is well. 

You three scurry towards the resort entrance, but the ambulance is already pulling away. Ben is hanging his head grimly, walking towards you, Felicia, and Miguel. "She's gone to the hospital, Noir is with her..." 

You bring a hand over your mouth in shock. Felicia lets out a soft whimper in sadness for her friend. Ben wraps Felicia into a hug. Miguel looks at you with worried eyes, going to place his hand on your shoulder in consolation but he freezes when he sees Peter approaching. 

"Hey, you..." 

"Oh!" You're caught a little off guard when Peter sweeps you into an embrace, Miguel turning around in the opposite direction. You close your eyes and relax, wrapping your arms around Peter's waist. "Will she be okay?" 

Peter looks at you, carefully brushing hair out of your eyes. "I think so...don't worry, she's at the hospital getting the best care in the world." 

You nod and smile, looking up at him. The group stands around for a bit, murmuring in confusion, Miguel awkwardly on his own, trying not to make eye contact with you as he paces in place. 

The host, Jason Donner, speaks in a voiceover: 

"Next time, on Singles in Paradise..."

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Felicia runs across the wooden bridge connecting the resort bungalows, nearly tripping into the shiny swimming pools on either side of the walkway. 

"New arrival! New arrival! Wake the fuck up! There's a new arrival!" 

You and Miguel are sipping smoothies in the common area, awkwardly sitting on opposite sides of the couch when Felicia runs in, huffing and puffing... "New girl...just arrived..." 

Before you can ask who or what, Felicia's already disappeared leaving both you and Miguel puzzled. 

A small brunette walks in. Her hair is in a bob cut with fiery blue eyes. She has a pearly white smile and a stringy pink bikini. You get a rotten feeling in your stomach. 

"Dana?" Miguel asks. His eyebrows raising in surprise. 

Why the fuck did it have to be Dana...she was one of the villains during Miguel's season. She was eliminated probably only on week 3 but she was AWFUL. Just plain rude. She would smile sweetly and ask the other women where they got their outfit only for her to say it was the ugliest fucking outfit she ever saw in her camera confessionals.

Boasting loudly how she'd gladly fuck Gabriel if she ever had the chance, making you and the rest of the women in the house totally uncomfortable. The complete opposite of a girl's girl. A real pick me. 

She waltzes up to Miguel, completely ignoring you, a date card in her hand. "Miguel! Wanna go chat?" 

No....

Miguel looks bewildered but he smiles politely, nodding as he stands up. She takes his arm, looking up at him with doe eyes as they walk away. Miguel glances at you then looks straight ahead. 

Jealousy sinks its fangs into your neck once more...

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[kisses4spidey]

renovation | ☆ミ p. parker

summary - y/n renovates the spare bedroom into something she thinks peter will love, but there’s something he loves even more.

genre - fem!reader x peter, fluff, domestic

warnings - kissing, can be read as any peter but i imagined tasm!peter :)

w.c - 800+

a/n - first marvel fic ever!!!! i hope yall like it. i was inspired by that one stardew valley scene- also i dont actually know alot about photogrpahy and darkrooms but hey you write and you learn.

You stood back from the second bedroom and sighed, a smile crossing your face as feelings of self-accomplishment and proudness rushed through you. The room was set up with two desks, bottles of processing fluids, papers, storage containers and string hung from one side of the room to the other.

Though it was a small room, your heart felt big when you looked at it. You originally scolded yourself for doing this, as Peter had insisted on the room being your office or library (he was getting tired of book stacks), but as your hard work ties in together in a picture of purpose, you mentally wipe the dust of your shoulders and hold up a trophy reading 'Best Girlfriend Ever'.

One last time, you checked to make sure the red lights worked and that everything was set in place, as Peter's nightly retirement from swinging through the city was approaching. The time that actually happened was varying night to night, but you hoped he caught you before you fell asleep and he discovered the darkroom himself.

You situated yourself on a stool facing the kitchen counter, which faced the door. An old tie was resting on the bench, as well as your phone which buzzed unanswered messages from coworkers and friends. The doorknob jiggled with the sounds of keys (he changed his ways of climbing through the window after you almost got doxxed) before the door opened. You stood, dressed in a sleeping shirt and some pyjama pants, and rushed to him. Avoiding his hello kiss unintentionally, you wrapped the tie around his head and giggled to yourself. Peter was adorned in loose jeans and a shirt with a physics joke you didnt understand, his hair messy from flying through the wind for the past four hours.

"What's going on?" His cheeks bunched in a smile, as he placed his bag down before reaching out to you blindly.

"I've got a surprise for you, your not allowed to look beforehand."

He smirked and let out a sigh, "Oh god you haven't tried to paint me again have you?"

"Nope. Something much better." You took his biceps in your hands, squeezing them in excitment and anxiety as you pulled him down the hallway.

Peter had an idea where you were going, but not why. The new-ish apartment was basically memorised by now, and by the time you stopped pulling him he assumed he was stood in front on the spare bedroom. It had been unfurnished for the six months you had been moved in there, and even if he insisted you made it your own personal space, you denied the idea immediately.

Next, he felt you fingertips brush against his cheeks and unwrap the tie from his eyes. The first thing he saw was your beaming face and your hand on the doorknob behind your back. All he wanted was to squeeze your face and place a million kisses on your face, but alas you looked too excited to even blink.

His eyes darted from your eyes to the floor under the door and unconsiously raised one eyebrow with curiosity. It was tinted red.

"Okay. Before we go in, there are things that definitly need to be added and arranged differently but that depends on how you like things. Seriously, like this is not going to be everything you need-"

Peter gently pushed you to the side and opened the doorknob, eyes still on yours, "I'm sure whatever's behind this door is-"

He was met with a darkroom. A room to accompany his imense love for photography, in his very own apartment. He didn't need to rent out a dark room anymore, or borrow time from someone else. It was right here. He could photograph to his heart's content.

The strings we are at his eye level, and they swayed slightly when he bent down to observe the whole room. It was hard at first to differentiate one object from another due to the red hue of the entire room, but nonetheless he loved it.

"Is perfect." He finished his sentence in shock.

His gaze spun to face you, your back to him as you closed the door. When you turned, your face was full of anxiety and expectance. His eyes raked your face, he ducked below a string and grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours.

You squealed in surprise and giggled into his lips. He ripped away - hands not leaving your face - and he started rambling. "This is perfect, Y/n! Oh my gosh. This is like the best thing ever- I'm a little angry that you didn't use it for yourself- But still this is like..." His eyes swirled with adoration and love, and it almost made your legs turn into jelly.

A weight was lifted off your shoulders at his reassuring words. You let out a happy laugh, "You deserve it, I'm glad you love it."

He took one more look at the room with the biggest smile you've seen on him in a while, before turning his attention to you once again. "Oh, but I like you much more."

He kissed you hard, opening the door behind you and leading you to your bedroom.

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[lucky-bucky-boy]

Restless Night

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending

Word Count: 1307

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything  

A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not

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The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through. 

The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster. 

"Hey, baby."

A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.  

"I've missed you, baby." 

His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of. 

"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."

Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."

"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"

He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one. 

You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"

"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."

If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility. 

You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both. 

Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar. 

But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you. 

"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body. 

He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were. 

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."

The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding. 

“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”

This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”

He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”

You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. 

Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."

"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.

"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him. 

A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen. 

There was a lingering silence as the  other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."

You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here." 

He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Okk hear me out differently peter parker reading bed time stories to your twin daughters and when they go to sleep your all over peter telling him how amazing he is and ride himm-

World’s Best Dad

--genre + trope: SMUT, FLUFF, dad!peter, husband!peter.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.3k

--warnings: no foreplay (reader and peter are HORNY), unprotected sex (don't even think about it), PinV, creampie, kinda sub!peter, PETER LOVES HIS WIFE, mentions of kids, fluffy as hell.

Your evenings look different now that your daughters, Aaliyah and Ida, aren’t in diapers anymore. Dinner as a family isn’t full of screams and cries, bathtime is suddenly fun with the toys you’ve collected over the years, and bedtime stories are actually read. Walking down the hallway of your apartment, you see your two girls run across with wet feet and a towel wrapped around their small silhouette, followed by your husband picking up their clothes from the day into the hamper. Your eyes meet for a split second as he crosses your path through the doorway, “Do you want me to clean up dinner?”

“No it’s alright,” you wave him off, “I think they want you to read them a story tonight, they were practically pleading for a book on the way home from school today.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as you turn around to start the dishes when you feel a hand gently grasp your upper arm, stopping you in his tracks. Turning back around to face your husband, you've met with his wickedly sharp, yet warm gaze. Looking down at your lips, you know exactly what he wants, and it’s confirmed when he brings a hand to the side of your face and guides you into a deep kiss. 

A few quick pecks later, the sound of your girls giggling in their room interrupts you, “I love you, Pete.” 

Peter places one last kiss on your forehead as he speaks, mumbling into your skin, “I love you too, bug.” As you finally part ways, Peter can’t help but look back at you as you walk back to the kitchen. Never in a million years would he know that this would be his life, and yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way. 

It didn’t take too long for you to finish up in the kitchen, checking the time before you leave, the girls should be in bed by now. You walk towards their room, and the sight in front of you almost brings tears to your eyes. Peter was on the reclining chair with a book in his hands, and your daughters sitting on either side of him, trying their hardest to stay awake. 

You don’t fully enter the room until you know the twins have fallen asleep, not wanting to wake them further. Once Peter closes the book, you walk in quietly, your presence putting a smile on his face. Without saying anything, you take Ida while Peter takes Aaliyah into his arms. Leaning down to place Ida into bed and tucking her in, you kiss her forehead as you walk towards the door, Peter slowly following. You turn off the lights and softly close the door, leaving a crack open. 

Wordlessly, you both walk towards your room, Peter’s arm lazily falling on top of your shoulders. Peter’s the first one to enter the room, unaware of you closing and locking the door behind you. Like every other night, he sits on the edge of the bed and starts to unwind, but tonight you had a different plan. Swiftly walking over to him, you stand in between his legs and lean down to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. 

The kiss progressively turns more and more passionate, his hands finding their way onto your hips, clawing at the clothed skin, desperately trying to feel you. Without pulling away, you bring your knees up to straddle his legs, the new position allowing Peter to feel more of you. Grinding slowly on him, makes him pull away from your kiss to look up at you, his eyes glazed over as he admires you in this state. 

“Please Peter,” you whine, “take off your clothes…please.” 

Climbing off of him, you both undress with haste. You both know that neither of you needs any preparation for this, there’s an unspoken decision that you both need this right now, Peter might not know why, but who is he to turn you down? Wasting no time, you straddle him once again, the heat radiating off of your core makes Peter ache with need. 

Sinking down, you sigh with relief and pleasure, the feeling making you close your eyes and slowly throw your head back. You savor the moment as you open your eyes to look down at your husband, the sight of him making you clench around him. Still looking at him, you place your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance while you pick up the pace. His eyes are hooded, he’s too blissed out to focus on anything but the feeling you’re giving him. 

His heart rate picks up as you lean down to kiss him, a soft peck placed delicately on his lips. “Fuck Peter, do you know how fucking hot you look taking care of our family? You are such an amazing and caring man, I’m so lucky,” praise flows out of your mouth, and all Peter can do is stare up at you, unable to respond in a coherent sentence. But you don’t stop there, “And you feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good.” 

Peter lives and breathes to make you feel good, he’s always known that ever since you first started dating. He not only knew that he loved to make you feel good, but he also knew how. So every time you tell him that he makes you feel good, he can’t get enough of it. The thought of you cumming to him makes him writhe in pleasure.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Peter mumbles, he’s getting close. 

You hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look back up at you, “You gonna cum for me baby? Yeah? Good, because I’m so close Peter.” 

He finishes inside you before you can say another word, the increasing pressure causing you to cum as well. Peter is grabbing onto your hips as he rides through his high, bruises are for sure going to be there in the morning. 

After slowly coming down, you move to get off of Peter, but your legs stop you before you can take a step. Shakes riddle your muscles, exhaustion weighing on your body. Peter immediately notices your weak figure trying to move, the position now becoming uncomfortable. He wraps his arms under your thighs and stands, picking you up in the process. 

You’re limp in his arms as he carries you to the other side of the bed, softly placing you down on the sheets. You quickly sink into them, the fabric cool to the touch. All you can do is sigh, a warm state of bliss washing over your mind. The bed dips as Peter settles himself into bed next to you, a warm hand holding your face as your eyes flutter open, “I meant what I said by the way.”

A stupid grin litters his face, “Yeah, I knew you came. I felt it.”

You giggle and slightly smack his arm, “You’re so stupid…”

He laughs at your response, and the sound of your quiet giggles fills the space. “I love you, bug…so much.”

“I love you,” you hold the back of the hand that’s holding your face, “thank you for being the best husband, and the best dad the girls could ever ask for.” 

Peter studies your face, before pulling you in for what seemed like the thousandth kiss of the night, but you’re not complaining. There’s no hint for more in this kiss, he just kissed you to kiss you; to show how much he loves you. 

In the morning, you’ll wake up and do everything again, well, maybe not ride your husband until you physically can’t walk, but your day will bring you another sense of bliss. The city’s sounds along with the sun will wake the girls up, Peter will make breakfast, you’ll walk to the park, and Peter will probably read another bedtime story. 

--author's note: I'M BACK! hey guys long time no see:) had a blast writing this because i have the most intense baby fever rn, and i love picturing having a family with peter...GUYS KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!!! I LOVE THEM AND I'M WORKING THROUGH THEM RIGHT NOW. please keep showing your writers love by liking, commenting, and reblogging (we love to see that YOU love our stuff). ok, bye ILY!!

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[kitkatscabinet]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Pairings: Peter B. Parker x reader, Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: the different ways the boys show their love for you

Peter

Brags about you to anyone and everyone. Talks about your achievements and shows off pictures when you aren’t there in person

You never need to ask for a hug. Peter always knows when your upset and is happy to be your own personal weighted blanket. Wrapping his bulk around you and whispering stupid jokes in your ear

Makes you dance with him. Pulls you up to slow dance through the apartment. He’s not very good and there isn’t always music, in which case he’ll serenade you himself. Something he’s even worse at, but it’s worth it to see the way your eye crinkle in joy

Has your back 100% of the time, is always down to shit talk coworkers and strangers that piss you off

Peppers your face in kisses, pulling you to him if you try and escape and tumbling over together in a pile of limbs and laughter

Will do all your favourite activities/watch your favourite shows without much question

Is willing to share the bed with millions of squishmallows/pillows/blankets. Even if it leaves little room for him.

Is your personal hype man. You could kill someone and Peter would think they deserved it, because you’re always right. You have never felt more loved than with Peter as he takes every opportunity to praise you.

Miguel

Brings you trinkets/gifts that remind him of you from every universe he visits

Reading together, cuddled up with different books or with your head on his lap as he reads aloud

Miguel is a very busy man and to an outsider it may look like you put more effort into the relationship but you can tell he loves you by the things he lets you get away with

He’ll endure ridiculous pet names like Pookie Bear if it makes you happy, even if he’ll grumble about it in public.

Will also play along when you put your whole weight on him to try and stop him leaving in the morning

Takes more breaks, actually starts to develop a nearly healthy work/life balance when he realises how upset you get at him for overworking

Non sexual showers where he’ll wash your hair even if he’s exhausted, letting you gently rinse his bruises and scrapes in return. Will also dry/brush your hair afterwards if possible

Regularly texts/calls/FaceTimes throughout the day to check up on you. Will always let you know without fail if something comes up and he can’t be there. Gets Lyla to check up on you a lot too

If you don’t speak Spanish already then he helps you learn (no he didn’t almost cry when you surprised him with it the first time)

He listens. Miguel could listen to you explain the process of paint drying and still find it interesting. He lets you rant for hours about your day or latest hyperfixation. It might not always seem like he’s engaged but he always remembers everything.

Shoulder/neck kisses !!!!

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[frankenkyle19]

Learning Your Lesson

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader word count: 5.1k

description/warnings: SMUT, handjob, oral (male and fem receiving), premature release, sub Peter Maximoff, dom reader, soft dom peter for like half a second, unprotected sex, begging, overstimulation, not proofread, probably many errors oh and also a nurse kink? Roleplay, idk Peter being Peter.

Peter was usually a well behaved (wrong) man. Didn’t get into lots of trouble (also wrong) and listened to authority (absolutely not)

All these things were incorrect. Peter was just about as polar opposite from these things as anyone could be. He was a mischievous man who got into lots of trouble and definitely did not listen to authority. 

And of course today was no different. The speedster had been getting on your nerves all day. He did everything he could to annoy you. Push you to your limits just because he could. You just rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him. Little did he know you very much had a plan to get back at him.

Peter seemed cocky and full of himself but it took one word or glance from you and he was a blubbering mess. When you first met him you figured he was confident in himself and his abilities to attract women, but you soon learned that was wrong. His faux confidence was still hot to you though. Knowing he at least tried his best.

You didn’t mind that he was sometimes shy or awkward. Didn’t mind that he was inexperienced or clumsy. He was yours and you loved him exactly for his dorky self.

He did like to test your limits though. Exactly as he was doing today, just poking fun at you and winding you up. He should have known better. If he would have taken five seconds to really consider it, he would have known it was a bad idea. That you’d get him back for it. You always did.

He’d bothered you in classes all day, tossing little paper balls at you and kicking your feet under the desk. He didn’t take his studies as seriously as you did, and it was obvious. He also had a hard time sitting still, his mind moving a million miles a minute, body buzzing with pent up energy. You’d almost feel bad if he wasn’t so insufferable at times.

He had a training session today with a few other x-men and left you to go up to your room and relax after your last class of the day. You made sure you didn’t have any work to do before you settled into your bed, letting out a sigh of relief. It was near silent in your room, the only sound was the faint hustle and bustle coming from somewhere downstairs and it was so peaceful that you almost dozed off. 

That’s when an idea came to your mind. Peter had been so annoying today. Absolutely insufferable and you’d had just about enough. Maybe it was time to put him in his place. Teach him a lesson. 

Sex with Peter was very versatile. A platter of different options laid out in front of you. Fast, Slow, Soft, Rough, Kinky, Vanilla. There were so many options and Peter was always down with any of them, his need for you never being satiated.

It had been quite a minute since you had teased Peter in bed. It proved to be difficult when his begging was so irresistible and you always gave in to him. Not today though. You were putting your foot down. He couldn’t keep getting away with his behavior and you needed to show him who he belonged to. And also… you really just wanted to fuck him.

You slipped off of your velvety covers and grabbed a box from under the bed, pulling out a plastic bag with clothing inside. You’d been hiding it from Peter for some time, too embarrassed to show him, worried what he might think. It was honestly surprising he hadn’t found it by now considering he was always snooping around. It

 was a skimpy little nurses outfit that you’d bought at some dingy sex shop at the edge of town. So classy, right? Psshh…

You and Peter hadn’t really ever roleplayed in bed before, but you wanted to try it at least once. The idea of acting as Peter’s nurse turned you on. You saw how he looked at the nurses whenever he got himself hurt and had to be patched up. How he glanced at their outfits with a longing behind his brown eyes. Of course he’d never act on this though. He was devoted completely to you.

Still, he couldn’t help how certain things made him feel. This little kink of his was something he wasn’t exactly eager to reveal, his past partners finding him odd or it ending up being a turnoff for them.

You slid the outfit out of the packaging and looked it over. It was actually decent quality and didn’t appear too cheesy. Thank goodness. 

It was a white one piece that barely covered your ass, along with stockings and a little hat. You swallowed hard as you held it up, examining it. Should you do this? 

Fuck it…

You slid off your shirt and bra, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. Peter would be back soon, so you had to make this quick. 

You slipped off the rest of your clothes, foregoing panties as to tease him even further as you slipped on the outfit. It fit snugly on your figure and you would feel a little insecure if you didn’t already know that Peter absolutely loved your curves and every part of you.

You smoothed it out and put on the stockings as well, bending down as your ass peeked out from the bottom of the outfit. And of course this was the very second Peter opened the door to your room. The mutant always had impeccable timing…

“Hey babe I’m done training for the day what do you want to d- HOLY SHIT” 

You froze, eyes wide as you looked up at him, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks from being caught right in the middle of getting dressed.

You hadn’t even decided if you really wanted to do this, but now it seemed too late. Peter had already seen you. In fact, he was still looking at you, ogling you from the open door.

“Peter the door is wide open! Get your ass in here!” You shouted, startling him out of his shock as he sped the door closed, now in front of you. His forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat most likely from training and he was wearing his signature outfit, goggles resting on the top of his head. 

He blinked a few times, looking over your figure, mouth hanging open as he fought for words.

“So uh- what’s this?” He managed to get out, suddenly seeming a bit shy and nervous. And that’s when you realized that…. Holy shit. He did like this. This was turning him on. 

You tried to brush off your embarrassment, swallowing hard as you collected yourself.

“Got it a while ago. You like what you see?” You asked, doing a little twirl for him, your ass on near full display.

Peter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Holy shit. Holy shit his girlfriend was so fucking hot and he was standing there frozen, completely mesmerized.

“You’re smokin’ baby. Holy shit- this all for me?”

“What makes you think I did this for you? You were bad today Peter.” You said, voice taking on a fuller, more authoritative tone. 

Peter furrowed his brows a bit, obviously trying to think back on what he done today, having already forgotten. Curse him and his awful memory.

“No I wasn’t- I- I was just bored. I just wanted your attention.” He said pathetically, taking a step closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you, entranced by your beauty.

Instead of responding, you thought of something better to do. This was as good a time as any to play out Peter's little fantasy and see how it went.

“Hello sir, so what brings you to the doctors today?” You asked, standing up straight as you gave him a friendly but suggestive smile. 

Peter looked at you with absolute confusion for a good ten seconds before he seemed to catch on to what you were doing. He opened his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words.

“I- Uhm I- just needed an assessment. A quick checkup.” He managed to spit out, cheeks flushed crimson, a drastic difference from the silver strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. 

“Okay, that sounds good. Go ahead and hop up onto the bed and I’ll get started with a few routine questions.” You tried to keep your composure and stay in character, but a giggle made it’s way up your throat.

Miraculously, you managed to swallow it back down, clearing your throat as you approached the bed, Peter having now laid back onto it, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Okay- first question-“ you were pulling all of this out of your ass, but he hadn’t laughed at you yet, so you obviously were doing something right. Or at least not doing something horribly wrong.

“Any problems getting or staying hard?” This did make you giggle just a bit as you looked away to cover your mouth. He definitely didn’t have any problems with that. Especially when he was with you.

Peter let out a little chuckle too and it was times like this that you were grateful to have such a good relationship that you could laugh and joke around like this.

“Nope. All normal down there ya know?” He grinned cheekily, glancing down at his crotch before looking back up at you “but I still think you should take a look. Just to make sure.” His eyes had gotten progressively darker as the conversation went on and you realized just how into this he actually was. But, knowing Peter, he’d be into almost anything.

“I was planning on doing so. Just part of standard procedure.” You cleared your throat and stood over him, looking across his body “you seem to be in good health. If you wouldn’t mind, could you please slip off your clothes for me really quick so I can get a good look at everything? Make sure it’s all good.” 

Peter sped his clothes off and laid back on the bed, now dressed in only his boxers. While you were going about this in a joking manner, Peter seemed to be taking this very seriously. Or… Well, at least as serious as he could be.

You let your hands caress his chest, fingers running over his nipples which had him already suppressing a whine.

“Your body appears to be in perfect condition, let’s just take a peek and see what we’ve got here.”

Your hands went to the waistband of his boxers and Peter’s breath caught in his throat.

You pulled them down as torturously slow as possible until they were down far enough for his already hard cock to pop out.

Peter groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the pillows, his hips jutting up off the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, hard. 

“Please doc, think I’ve got a problem that I need you to fix.”

You stifled a giggle, wanting to correct him and tell him you were a nurse, not a doctor, but instead you nodded along to his words.

“You poor thing. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” You smiled softly and carefully wrapped your hand around his warm, velvety cock.

Peter cried out quietly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. 

You tighten your grip, sliding your fingers across the tip of his cock, collecting the sticky liquid gathered there to help you jerk him off easier.

You let your thumb rest over the slit and gently rubbed the pad of your thumb against it.

Peter whimpered pathetically and tried to squirm away from the touch to the most sensitive part of his cock.

“Mngghhh please- too much! Please- fuck please be gentle baby, can only take so much.” He begged, eyes wide as he watched you, chest rising and falling. It may have been too much but he made no move to stop you. 

You let your thumb fall away as you continued to stroke over his length, enjoying the noises that slipped past his perfectly parted lips.

Peter’s hips moved of their own accord, thrusting up in time with your movements, setting a slow but comfortable pace.

You loved how he just melted. Completely submitted himself to you. Your roleplay soon just turned into your’s and Peter’s normal foreplay and such. 

Peter bucked his hips up into your touch and he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, his hair a mess and sticking to his forehead as he panted.

You leaned down as seductively as you could and pressed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock. 

Peter propped himself up on his elbows to better see your actions, his cock twitching in anticipation for your soft, warm mouth.

You held the base of his cock steady with your hand as your tongue licked over him a few times, teasing him as much as you could, wanting to see just how desperate he could become.

Peter felt like he was going to die. Like actually perish. You were giving him so much but so little at the same time and he was overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. Hell, he didn’t know how he felt! He just knew he wanted more. God please moreeee.

You let your lips rest on the head of his cock, watching with a smirk as he tried so hard to stay still and be good for you. Eventually your lips ever so slowly rolled down his length, coating him in a layer of your spit, getting him nice and slick.

Peter wasn’t really one to finish super fast. He had relatively decent stamina, but today was something else. He was so pent up that he barely managed to get an alarmed moan out before he was cumming, coating your mouth in his thick, white cum. A lot. Like a lot. 

You coughed in surprise, eyes widening as you worked to swallow it all, but inevitably you pulled off of him and spit into the small trash can by the end of the bed. 

It wasn’t that he tasted bad. It was just so much and it was so thick that there was no way you would be able to swallow it all without choking. That’d be an embarrassing way to die. Death by cum.

Peter’s cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment as he avoided your eyes, too embarrassed to even glance in your direction. How embarrassing. 

“You poor thing…” You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked him over. His breathing was beginning to go back to normal but the deep pink blush was spreading from his cheeks throughout his whole body, even his chest was red and it made you laugh a little once more.

“Feel that good? I mean I know you’re quicksilver but damn that was really fast. Even for you.” You teased, which caused a frustrated huff to leave the man’s lips as he shook his head.

Not completely done with him yet, you leaned down and placed your lips right next to his ear, whispering words that almost had him instantly hard again.

“I didn’t say you could cum. You’ve been a bad boy and I think you deserve to be punished” 

You weren’t a huge fan of punishing Peter, but he seemed to love it for some odd reason, which in turn made you enjoy it as well.

“I’m sorry baby- I just couldn’t help it- felt too good-“ he tried to reason with you as he writhed around on the sheets. Poor desperate boy. So needy for you.

“I know you were Peter, but that’s not an excuse. You’ve been getting on my nerves all day. All day long Peter. Why can’t you just be good?” 

He whined softly and pouted his bottom lip dramatically, his goofiness still shining through despite the situation. It never really went away, did it?

“I am good. Just not right now. But overall I am good so like- my good outweighs my bad so I shouldn’t be getting punished right now realistically if you just think about it-“

You shut him up with a bruising kiss, your lips smashed together as you straddled him, already feeling his cock against your thigh. That was one thing about his powers that was useful in the bedroom. He grew hard once more much faster than other men. 

“Well Peter if you want to make it up to me maybe you should show me how sorry you are.” You grinned, tugging your already tiny outfit up your body to fully show off your lower half.

“How do you want me to do tha- Oh” Peter was practically drooling as he got the memo of what you meant. In an instant you were flipped onto your back with Peter scooting between your legs, his breath fanning against your dripping cunt.

“Peterrrrr-“ you whined quietly, not wanting him to tease you. He’d done enough to you today. 

“Aww what baby? Look at you, so cute like this all spread out for me” Peter said with a smirk.

He was always like this. Trying to take control of the situation. For now you’d let him, but when you were ready, it only took a look or a subtle touch to gain back the control.

You gasped as you felt Peter’s teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, taking it between his teeth before licking over the bite mark he’d made. You’d think he was an animal or something with the way he was always biting you in one way or another. He always told you it was his special way of showing his affection towards you.

You laid under him a bit impatiently as he took his sweet old time. You hated that he could be as slow as he wanted when it came to your pleasure but always wanted things fast fast fast when it came to his own.

Finally, he leaned closer to your cunt, breath hot and almost ticklish as his dark eyes darted back up to yours, unblinking as he let his tongue lick a stripe up your core.

You shivered, a moan already falling from your mouth. His tongue was always so hot and so soft. It was heaven. 

He hummed at your reaction, letting his tongue dip a bit further into your folds this time, collecting the arousal that awaited him.

He had a very specific way of eating you out. He’d start with slow, teasing licks and kisses, leaving you on edge before he began to absolutely devour you, making it as messy as he possibly could. 

He let his fingers come up to spread you apart, revealing your perfect little bud to him. He leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to it, causing you to shiver.

He seemed to sense your impatience, and considering he was supposed to be making up for his bad behavior, decided he’d teased you enough.

He began to eat you out like there was no tomorrow, the sound of his wet lips connecting with your pussy filling the room. Thankfully the walls were pretty thick so hopefully no one would hear what was taking place.

Then, Peter did the one thing that drove you absolutely insane. He began to vibrate his tongue against your core, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot through your body, making all of your limbs feel like jelly.

Peter had a very strict rule that you weren’t allowed to have any vibrators. Well, it wasn’t really a strict rule, because he didn’t make rules for you to follow, but it was more unspoken if anything. Why did you need a vibrator when you had him? A literal human vibrator.

“F-fuck P-Peterrrr” you moaned, hands coming down and tugging at his strands of silver hair. You groaned in frustration as his goggles got in the way a bit and you just snatched them off his head and tossed them onto the floor before your hands came back to grip onto his hair.

Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself, letting his tongue vibrate against your clit for several moments before he delved back into your folds, his nose bumping your clit whenever his tongue wasn’t. He was sloppy and making an absolute mess, but that’s what he seemed to like and you couldn’t complain when he was making you feel as good as he was. You’d just deal with the mess later.

“I’m close-“ you choked out, tugging harder on his hair which made him wince a bit, but he didn’t make any move to stop you. 

You were wary in letting him know if you were close, waiting until the last second to tell him so hopefully he wouldn’t stop to try and tease you. You couldn’t take that right now.

And lucky for you, Peter seemed to sense that as he kept at it until he felt your release gush onto his tongue. He did his best to help clean you up while you caught your breath, leaning over you as he wiped his chin on the blankets before peeking up at you.

“Am I forgiven yet?” He asked with a cheeky grin. What a little devil.

You shook your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, smiling against them 

“Not yet. I have a few more things in mind.”

Peter raised a brow in curiosity, watching you to see what you could possibly have in mind.

You sensed his confusion from the quizzical look on his face so you decided to ease his confusion as well as his curiosity.

“I want you to fuck me, and you can cum whenever you want, but I also get to fuck you for as long as I want.” You said, grabbing the hem of the costume you wore and tossing it away, now completely bare in front of him.

Surely this couldn’t be too bad… I mean, it didn’t sound bad to Peter. It actually sounded really nice. He’d soon learn that while it was nice, it was also tortuous in a way. When he was begging for you to stop. To give him a break. When his cock ached with over sensitivity, pins and needles covering his body as he shook with the overwhelming amount of pleasure that bordered on pain.

He nodded shyly and crawled back on top of you, kissing at your shoulder before nipping the skin between his teeth, causing you to cry out.

“Peter!” You scolded, slapping his shoulder gently.

He removed his teeth from your shoulder and pouted a bit “whatttt I love you. It’s how I show my loveee” He frowned, shaking his head as if you had stopped him from doing his favorite thing in the world. In his mind, you kind of had.

“Just be gentle. I know you get excited but you can’t bite me like an animal.” You chuckled a bit, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss 

“Now fuck me, Peter.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a shaky hand he positioned himself at your entrance, easily slipping in from your previous release.

A pleasured groan slipped from his lips as he let the both of you adjust for a moment.

His eyes were closed and his hair fell into his face a bit. He looked perfect like this. Your perfect boy. Always so sweet and despite how annoying he could also be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by saying or showing that he already felt close, usually not this worked up, but you seemed to really be having an effect on him on this day. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust forward into your tight heat.

This was heaven. You could die happy right now with Peter buried deep inside you. 

Oh and another thing about Peter? Sometimes when he got excited or overwhelmed he couldn’t quite control his powers. It’d been something he’d always dealt with.

But this wasn’t a bad thing at all. In fact it was really fucking enjoyable in times like these.

Your mouth fell open as you felt a slight buzz, glancing up at Peter. The outline of his body was slightly blurred. He was buzzing. His body moved so fast from the pleasure that he couldn’t really stop it. He was also vibrating inside of you, his cock snug inside your warm walls vibrated ever so slightly, which added another element of pleasure. 

“Faster Peter. Please.” You begged, and Peter once more didn’t need you to repeat, hips slapping against yours as he pounded you into the bed harder and faster than before. 

You’d surely be sore and bruised in the morning, but it was well worth it for how good he was making you feel. Sex with Peter was always out of this world amazing and you weren’t sure if it was his mutant abilities or if it was just him. 

You pulled Peter down for another searing kiss, letting your tongue slip inside his mouth, exploring as far as you could as Peter just moaned against you, going lax as he let you do as you pleased with him.

You gently sucked at his bottom lip before nipping it between your teeth, reveling in the way he whined.

“I’m- close-“ he spoke again, already feeling another release building up inside him. You had said he could cum whenever he wanted, but he also knew the catch. That you would use him for as long as you wanted. He didn’t really see a problem with that.

“My sweet boy, come on, let go. It’s okay.” You cooed, your words causing Peter to hum in pleasure as he nodded, his thrusts becoming uneven and sloppy as he ruthlessly pounded your cunt.

You winced a bit as he sped up to near inhuman speed but you clung to his shoulders as you let him continue, knowing he was close.

He came with a quiet cry, stilling his hips as he came inside you. His body stopped buzzing and he didn’t seem as blurred anymore. 

Panting, he pulled himself out of you and laid next to you on the bed, chest rising and falling heavily as he peeked over at you.

Without warning you straddled his waist, plunging his cock back inside you. He knew you weren’t done with him but geez… he figured you’d at least give him a second to calm down-

He yelped in surprise and looked up at you with wide eyes, his cock twitching weakly. He was sensitive and it was bordering on pain as he watched your rise and fall on his length which was somehow miraculously still hard.

“O-ooookay then-“ he breathed out, propping himself up on his elbows as he bit his bottom lip, trying to adjust to the pressure to his sensitive cock. 

“Oh baby that so- that’s a lot-“ he mumbled, shaking his head as he tried to grab at your hips and get you to stop. Or at least slow down.

How ironic. The man faster than the speed of light was wanting you to go slow. 

You ignored his plea and continued at the pace you wanted, watching as he writhed under you.

“Mmmm baby I’m- Ah! Sensitive!” He laughed softly as he tried to get you to stop, the sensation too much.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, brushing his silver hair out of his face so he could better see you.

“Make me finish and maybe I’ll think about giving you a break.” You whispered, Peter’s eyes wide. He did love a challenge after all.

He bucked his hips up against yours, nearly sending you flying off his lap with a surprised yelp leaving your parted lips.

With each thrust of his cock he hit your g spot every single time. He was an expert at this, having spent time memorizing your body. He knew it just as well, if not better than his own.

You gripped onto his shoulders and dug your nails in ever so slightly, leaving little crescent moon shaped divots in his pale skin.

Peter moaned out, a mix of pleasure and pain consuming him. He focused on your pleasure and trying to get you to your release, hips snapping up against yours with a filthy sound, wet skin slapping against wet skin.

You felt your core tightening as that all too familiar tingling began. A sign you were close. You clung harder to Peter, rolling your hips against his as you gasped, body bouncing on top of his.

Peter could watch you like this all day. Watching as you took your pleasure from him. From what he was able to do for you. It made the pain and sensitivity all worth it. Seeing you experience such pleasure was one of his favorite things in the world. Twinkies being another.

You dug your nails deeper into his soft skin as you fell over the edge, your walls squeezing his cock in a death grip as you stilled on top of him, body shaking from the pleasure.

The added pressure around his cock caused Peter to cry out. He came a third and hopefully for him final time with a pathetic groan slipping from his lips as he half heartedly bucked up into your heat that was milking him for all he had. 

Peter felt all fuzzy and lightheaded as he carefully tried to pick you up and remove you from his throbbing cock. He groaned quietly as his release spilled out from you as he moved you off of his dick.

He laid you down on the bed and snuggled up next to you, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing that slowly began to subside.

“Peter, we’re a mess. We need to get cleaned up-“ you groaned, but Peter's arms just wrapped tighter around you as he huffed in annoyance.

“We can clean up in a little bit. Let me just hold you.” You wanted to argue. The sticky mess between your legs growing a bit uncomfortable.

“Peter, you have to let me up. I need to pee. Do you want me to get an infection?” 

This seemed to finally get through to him as he reluctantly lessened his grip on you just enough for you to wriggle away from him and out of bed.

You glanced at him, all sprawled out, still buck ass naked as he looked up at you with the most annoying, shit eating grin ever.

“Oh shut up, don’t look at me like that. Get yourself cleaned up you weirdo.”

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