#Parkers here

[elissalovestheblunts666]

[novakiart]

spideypool but it's a comedy of errors

[doozyfrog]

the coolest duo hanging out ‼️‼️

[tecochet]

mary jane's husband and his boyfriend

[aardvaark]

everyones fave thieves

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[luffyssa]

i got bored so here's a meme

[kitamars]

doodles as i relive my spideyman phase from eighth grade

[mfshipbracket]

[sky-blogs-stuff]

Internally Miguel is radiating happiness

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter: I'm going to a party tonight!

Tony: Don't get anybody pregnant, and no snow. A little bit of grass is fine

Peter, who builds computers from dumpster parts with Ned and calls it a party: Uh. I can't control the weather tho?

[pipedreame]

I am such a slut for Danny having supernatural strength and being able to kill someone with a single slap because he’s used to fighting ghosts who are built Sturdy (and literally can’t die, that is very helpful in a sparing partner) so he has to learn such meticulous control when he moves to Gotham where he starts regularly getting into scuffles with humans who think he’s an easy target (he looks like he has the sturdiness of a wet newspaper) and the whole time he’s more stressed about not drawing the Bats attention by being too good or accidentally killing someone so he has to walk that fine line of acting like a scrawny loser and dipping out at his first chance without being clocked as a meta.

Danny, laying on the ground and getting kicked repeatedly by a thug: *tries to angle himself so the guy can kick out a knot in his back*

Danny: *deadpan* oh, ow, stop that hurts, oof

Robin, watching from the rooftop and recognizing the dramatics from the Supers: father there is a meta

Batman, also watching and having flashbacks to Clark’s earlier days: *so so tired and already mentally getting the adoption paperwork ready*

[deathofacupid]

★ — creep!nerd!jo has a bad habit. he knows it's bad. he feels bad before he does it, and after. but, during? during, he feels great. during, he feels like he's on top of the moon, a euphoria like no other.

if he's being honest, sometimes, a pair of your dirty old panties isn't enough. it should be, it's a lot, everything — to him, at least. sometimes, he needs more. sometimes, everything isn't quite enough. it's a deep, almost animalistic need.

a need to sneak into your room at night, while you're fast asleep. you're a heavy sleeper, he's found. a need to make his way onto the edge of your bed, watching the soft rising and falling of your chest. a need to quietly palm himself through his sweatpants, another hand over his mouth, concealing his whimpers.

if you couldn't tell, he's never been good at keeping quiet.

it should be concerning, how hard he's clenching his jaw, as to not awake you with his noises, when his warm hand meets his angry, leaking tip. he smears the pre-cum, feeling it drip between his fingers. gently letting his eyes fall shut — letting himself pretend it's you. your tight, pretty cunt he's buried in, one that undeniably clenches around him.

it was a sinful scene; his muffled moans, glasses slipping down his nose, all the while he's stroking himself to the sight of his unknowing, naïve roommate. he's grown accustomed to it, now. it's like a twisted ritual he preforms overnight, hours after you've passed out.

"oh- fuck, fuck, fuck..." he'd murmur, and thus followed a string of your name. and, yeah, it doesn't feel bad, not as thick ropes of cum shoot out, covering his pale thighs in a sticky, white coat.

it's not quite the real deal, but it's a step closer. well, until it's not. until, even that, doesn't satiate his hunger. cut to him, impatient and needy, hovering over your face, panties stuffed in his mouth. balls slapping in your face, as his wrist is jerking down his length.

he can see the curve your lashes, the arch of your lips. the way your hair falls oh-so nicely across your pillow. the headboard might just splinter, what with how hard he's gripping it.

your mouth is parted, as if ready to take whatever he was about to give you. you let out a little hum, a sound of sleep, but if he closes his eyes, it's just like a little moan, and the though pushes him off the edge.

his seed spurts onto your blanket, and the top of your chest. it paints the lower half of your face, a trace reaching your bottom lip. it slips into your mouth, and he curses, breathing hard. the sight of his cum-soaked soulmate, right there, laid out in front of him.

the warmth of it stirs you, and your breath hitches. you instinctively wipe at it, tiredly knotting your brows, because, what's the salty taste?

click.

your eyes shoot open, darting around until they land on the figure in front of you. lanky and shaking, glossed over look in his eyes. tip of a cock that's, hardening in real time, shoved in your face. and, above it all, a familiar face—

"...'toru?"

creep!nerd!jo taglist: @k0dzu, @izumkay. ask to be added!

[groboart]

did someone say spideypool slumber party 🗣️🗣️🗣️

I love his new pajamas personally

[erinwantstowrite]

just some sweet peter doodles with some of his fav people ^-^

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x15- "The Lonely Hearts Job"