#its for harry osborn my sweets

[venomnyx]

it's crazy how one person reblogged an old ass fic of mine and left a sweet comment and now i've picked it up again and i've already written 2k words for part two LMAO

the power of commenting and reblogging and interacting with fic writers >>>>

[kitausuret]

Spite is petty, but it's a great motivator for me.

Like, I was sitting here feeling kind of grumpy about a poll (a poll! on Tumblr dot com!) like "my ship is losing by SO MUCH" but then I remembered a friend had reached out to me earlier about Dust to Dust and I was like. You know what. I'll show 'em. I'll show 'em how much I love my ship by writing another chapter! I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get back to that WIP.

It's petty and it's silly but it's gonna work for me and I'm actually gonna laugh so hard if a silly poll on Tumblr is what breaks this awful rut I've been in for the last like, two months.

[shellshocklove]

conversation | peter parker

pairing: college!peter parker x college!female!reader

summary: peter parker is in the friendzone. and it sucks. especially when the girl he’s in love with is dating his best friend. smack dab in the middle of a bad situation peter struggles to keep his feelings at bay when the girl of his dreams comes to him for advice about her failing relationship.

warnings: i guess post!nwh, swearing, cheating, peter pining for reader, everyone being a bad guy, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4.1k

a/n: um my first peter fic! it’s based on the song conversation by joni mitchell. listen to it, or don’t, i’m not your mother. i said i was going to stop posting writing, but i have “i must create or i’ll go crazy” disease so... (i’m still not a writer)

main masterlist / ao3

She comes to him for conversation, for comfort, for consultation. But Peter wished she came to him for something else.

He remembers the first time he saw you. How he’d thought his heart had stopped for a second, forgetting how to do its most basic function. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful? How could a voice sound so sweet while asking such a mundane question?

“Is this seat taken?”.

“N-n-no!” he’d manage to stutter out, his cheeks flushed red and completely taken aback by the fact that you were talking to him. You’d given him a playful smile before seating yourself next to him.

Did he believe in love at first sight? Yes, after seeing you for the first time, Peter started to think he did.

Meeting you in a chemistry class, Peter thought, must be the universe’s take on a bad joke, because… you two had chemistry. Everything just felt so easy when he hung out with you. His smile always wide, cheeks hurting. Conversation flowing freely, or engulfed in a silence, that was always comfortable. The only thing though, even though you two had chemistry, you weren’t any good at it. Actually, you were barely passing.

And that’s how your time began. Sharing sodas after class, in a rundown diner, over chemistry homework. You’d seen how Peter had gotten straight A’s on all his tests, and one day you’d carefully asked if he would be so kind as to help you. Those were the actual words you’d used. If Peter would be so kind. As if he wouldn’t have done anything you’d ask without a second thought. Okay, maybe not anything. He doesn’t think he’d murder someone if you asked… or maybe… if you were in danger and it was the only way–

“Peter!” you laughed, waving your hand in front of his face, “Are you even listening to me?”.

“Huh!?” he hummed, a familiar warmth spreading through his cheeks as your laugh rang through his ears.

“You zoned out a little,” you said, scrunching up your nose. Oh god he loved when you did that– you looked so cute.

“Oh! S-sorry” he stuttered out, still embarrassed that you’d caught him daydreaming, “What were you saying?”.

“Ehm… just forget it” you looked away, waving your hand, “It was just something Harry did again”.

His name coming from your mouth felt like a bucket of ice-cold water over Peter’s head. Harry Osborn, your boyfriend, and Peter’s roommate.

As much as Peter loved Harry, he didn’t treat you well. This was usually how your conversations during your study dates would go, once it was clear that after a few hours of studying, you were done with chemistry for the day.

You’d usually bring up small things that Harry had done that hurt you or annoyed you. And Peter would be tasked with giving you advice, or comfort, or consolation. You always apologized after, for bringing Harry up in conversation, but Peter always brushed it off telling you it was fine. But it wasn’t. It always reminded him about his own failures. How if he hadn’t been such a pussy at Betty’s party, all those months ago, and told you how he felt, this wouldn’t just be a study date, but a real date. The problem was just that Harry had beat him to it that night. In Harry’s defense, he didn’t know about Peter’s feelings about you. No one did.

You’d disappeared at some point in the night, and Peter figured you’d gone home. Turns out you did go home, but not to your own apartment, but to Peter’s and Harry’s instead. A fact Peter didn’t know until the morning after when he’d bumped into you in the kitchen, his heart dropping to his stomach at the sight of you in nothing but Harry’s shirt.

Peter’s dreams weren’t completely crushed at that moment. He still harbored hope for you. Harry was quite the whore (Harry’s own words by the way, not Peter’s), and this wasn’t the first time Peter ran into one of his hook-ups in the kitchen after a night out. In Peter’s mind this was only a one-night stand. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. Not soon after, you started showing up at the penthouse, not to hang out with Peter, but with Harry instead.

Peter tried his best to not be disappointed when you came over. But the tiny spark of hope he had about one day calling you his, soon fizzled out and died. Every time he saw you and Harry kissing, holding hands; he knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you.

Trying to forget you, he started busying himself with classes and patrol, seeing you less and less. He’d run into you sometimes when you were visiting Harry. Only a short “Hello” leaving Peter’s lips as he’d retire to his room before Harry could see how much Peter wanted you.

Back in his room, Peter would convince himself that you and Harry being together was the best thing for you. If you were with Peter, he’d only end up hurting you. You deserve the very best, and Peter knew he would never be good enough. He was a fucking mess most of the time. He was always late to things, never on time, he couldn’t afford to treat you to nice things like Harry did, and his double life could make you a target, which was the last thing he wanted.

Peter kept his distance the best he could, but as time went on it got harder and harder to convince himself that Harry treated you the way Peter thought you deserved. Peter knew Harry wasn’t being honest with you, and it killed him to keep his mouth shut. The bubbling anger simmering under the surface every time he’d see a girl who wasn’t you, slip out of Harry’s bedroom. Then like a curse, a few moments later, his enhanced hearing enabled him to eavesdrop on yours’ and Harry’s conversations on the phone. Harry would always apologize for being too busy to come over and hang out. And with the softest voice, you’d let Harry off the hook every time. Leaving the penthouse, to go on patrol after nights like that, Peter admitted, his punches hit a little harder.

Your relationship tasted especially bitter in Peter’s mouth whenever Harry would throw parties at the penthouse. A hand over your shoulder or around your waist, never leaving your side, showing you off like you were a prized possession and not a human being. Was this the final straw for Peter? Seeing yet another way Harry didn’t treat you as well as he should; that had made him not want to make up an excuse, like he normally would, when you’d ask him if he wanted to study at the diner.

Peter had kept his distance from you for the last six months. Tried to stay in his lane. To turn the other eye. To fold his feelings for you in on itself like a piece of paper so many times he hoped they’d disappear. But one look at you again, sitting across from him at your regular booth at the diner, and his origami-ed feelings had sprung up again like a blooming flower in spring.

“I just really wanted to see him, you know? I’ve been so stressed about this chemistry exam– that I know I’m gonna fail by the way, and work’s been kicking my ass– and I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend… but he canceled on me three times this week”.

Or maybe the final straw, for Peter, was the way your whole body deflated in front of him. Peter could feel his heart break in real time watching you turn your head away, hiding the wobble of your bottom lip. And the worst part of it all was that Peter knew why Harry had canceled on you. He’d been over at someone else’s place. But Peter knew he couldn’t tell you that.

Carefully he reached out his hand, brushing it over the back of yours as you rested it on the table. “I’m sure Harry’s just been busy! I know he’s got his exams in a few weeks, and he hasn’t been home as much lately” Peter said, trying his best to make you feel better.

You watched your hands for a moment, how Peter brushed his hand over yours trying to sooth you the best he could. Then you turned your hand, wrapping it around his in a gentle hold. The soft touch of your warm hand, making Peter stop breathing for a second.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “you’re probably right, Peter”. You tried your best to smile, but Peter could see your sorrow written all over your face, breaking Peter’s heart even more.

“You’re a good friend Peter!” you started, “I’m so sorry for always talking about Harry, but it’s just that you know him so well, so it’s easier to talk about him with you– and you always manage to say the right thing to make me feel better” you looked down at your intertwining hands.

“It’s almost scary how easily you can make me feel better Peter– it’s like you have superpowers or something” you said, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about my superpowers?” Peter quipped, trying his best to cheer you up even more. A smile spread across your face as you shook your head.

“My powers are actually being very good at chemistry– AND knowing how to make my friend who’s failing her chemistry class feel better”.

A giggle left your lips at Peter’s joke as you let out a sarcastic “haha, very funny”, playing along.

If only you knew though. How he wished that this mess could be fixed with his actual superpowers. How he wished he could just put on the suit and save you from Harry. How he wished he could free you.

Landing safely on the rooftop of Harry’s penthouse, Peter looked around for his backpack he’d hid with his clothes. He’d managed to hide his double life from Harry so far, and he planned on it staying that way, which meant changing in and out of his suit crouched behind a rooftop vent, every day.

He was back earlier than usual, cutting tonight’s patrol short as it had turned out to be a quiet night. He’d stopped a man stealing a lady’s purse, and after he’d helped a man, who he was 90% sure had dementia, find his way back to his apartment. After that he’d just swung around the city for a few hours. At sunset he’d found a good spot at the top of this new skyscraper they were building downtown. His feet dangled off the scaffolding as he watched the sky turn every shade of pink and orange, before the sun dipped below the horizon.

Back home, on the roof, Peter felt the soft touch of the spring night against his naked skin. He quickly changed out of his suit before stuffing it back into his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before he headed towards the rooftop door. With a light bounce in his step, Peter made his way down the stairs, his head filled with thoughts about all the studying he needed to do before his exam next week. Slipping through the front door he’s so distracted by his own thoughts he almost doesn’t hear it. The sounds of muffled moans accompanied by Harry’s bedpost hitting the wall.

But he does hear it, and images of how sad you’d looked earlier at the diner start flickering through Peter’s head. Before any rational thoughts can stop him, he’s fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He’s had enough. His fingers work on their own accord, pulling up your contact.

Peter hi, um are you at the penthouse right now?

He knew you weren’t, but he figured this was the best way to bring it up. Taking long strides across the floor, he made his way towards his bedroom door. Why did he suddenly feel like he needed to hide?

He passed through his bedroom door while he slipped his backpack off his shoulder. Not even ten seconds later his phone buzzed in his hands with your reply. He sat down quickly on his bed, one leg bouncing in an anxious rhythm, as he read your reply.

You no? i’m at home why?

Peter i think you should come over there’s a girl with harry in his room

Did this make him a bad person Peter asked himself as he watched the three dotted bubble appear and then disappear. Was this just him acting out of his own selfishness? Letting the devil on his shoulder whisper in his ear and guide his hand? Or did it make him a hero? Saving you from a toxic relationship?

You i’m coming over.

The sound of your footsteps echoed down the streets, mixing with Peter’s calls of your name as he practically jogged behind you trying to catch up to you.

“Peter” you sighed, “just please go back home”.

“No!” he finally caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your wrist, pulling it a little, making you slow down.

“I don’t think you should be alone right now”.

Your face was blank, the only sign of any emotion coming from your restless eyes dancing across his face. He couldn’t decipher what you were thinking. You were angry of course. You were furious only minutes ago when you stormed out the door with both Harry and Peter at your heel.

Harry had spoken his sorry sentences. Telling you it wasn’t what it looked like. Begging for your forgiveness. But he was only kidding himself trying to convince you it wasn’t what it looked like, that he hadn’t cheated on you, when you’d literally caught him with his dick inside another woman.

Harry stayed behind in the lobby, probably thinking it wasn’t worth it to go after you into the spring night, in only his robe. Just as Peter were about to rush after you Harry spoke up,

“If you go after her you’re dead to me!”.

The venomous bite to Harry’s tone stopped Peter dead in his tracks.

“I know you fucking told her” Harry accused, “If you go after her I’m kicking you out– I NEVER want to see you again”.

But standing here, out on the streets of New York at midnight, holding your hand Peter knew he’d made the right decision.

“Ok” you said it so softly Peter didn't think he’d even hear it if his hearing wasn’t enhanced.

“Ok” he repeated.

You pulled your hand away, a knife twisting in Peter’s heart, and started walking. You didn’t say a single word on the way back to your apartment. Peter imagined you were hurt, but you weren’t crying, and Peter didn’t know if that scared him or comforted him.

Safely back inside your apartment you didn’t even acknowledge his presence as you threw your jacket off by the door. Then you walked down the hallway, taking a right at the end, to where he assumed your living room must be. Peter had never actually been in your apartment before.

He followed you down the hallway, after neatly hanging both his and your jacket on your coat rack. He found you on the floor by your couch, your back resting against the front, holding your knees to your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as soft sobs escaped you.

“I’m sorry you had to find out like that” Peter apologized, sitting down next to you on your carpet. A feeling like his only purpose in life was to comfort you, overcame him. So, he wrapped a hand around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. You leaned in closer to his body, your hands shifting from hugging yourself, to hugging Peter tightly.

“No, this was exactly how I needed to find out” you sobbed, “I needed to see it with my own eyes, or I wouldn’t have believed it”.

Peter let you cry until there weren't any tears left to cry, cooing you and whispering all the most reassuring words he could muster up past midnight.

“I don’t know why it hurts so bad… I think deep down I always knew he wasn’t being honest with me– he always kept me guessing” you said. No, Peter thought, he kept you down.

Before Peter could say anything, you lifted your head from his chest, a big wet spot on his t-shirt left in your wake. You looked him right in the eye, and Peter could feel a budding warmth of red covering the apples of his cheeks.

“Please Peter” you pleaded, moving your face closer, the closest it’s ever been to his. Your right hand traveled to cup his hot cheeks, pulling him even closer to your face. So close he felt your breath tickle his skin while you spoke,

“You always make me feel better– it’s your superpower, remember? Please make me feel better”.

Closing his eyes, Peter knew he couldn’t deny you, his heart screamed out for you. This was everything he wanted, was it not? With a shuddering breath and a heart beating out of his chest, he closed the space between you, brushing his lips over yours.

Your other hand cupped his other cheek, pulling him even closer to your body, letting out a small whimper as you kissed him back. Peter felt like his head was spinning. He didn’t know where he ended, and you began.

Then it all became a bit of a blur. His hands found your waist as you climbed onto his lap, brushing your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your hand left his cheek to toy with his hair, and Peter just about moaned into your mouth. He needed more of you, and with the way you were grinding down on his growing bulge, he knew you did too.

Warmth flooded his body wherever you touched him, and he didn’t think he could ever get enough of you. When your hand left his hair, he just about sighed with disappointment, until he realized how you toyed with the hem of his t-shirt. Raising his hands, he helped you pull it off him. Absentmindedly, you threw it away, before your eyes fell to his chest, quickly scanning over his muscles before they traveled up to his face, where they looked into his soul. Half a second later you pulled him in for another heated kiss.

His hands fell to your ass, helping you grind down on him. Fuck, he was properly hard now, his cock straining against his jeans. With every brush of your core against his cock you whimpered into his mouth, making Peter almost feel lightheaded. You were so pretty. Your lips tasted like raspberries, and under his hands your skin was softer than velvet.

“Take off your pants please” you pleaded against his skin as you started pressing soft kisses down along his jaw and neck.

His hands raced to unbutton his jeans. You pulled away from his neck, staggering to your feet on wobbly legs, making a whine leaving Peter’s lips. Over him you started pulling on your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your panties in one go. Mesmerized by your silhouette, Peter almost forgot what he was doing. You quickly sat down beside him, fingers coming up to hook around the waistband of Peter’s jeans. Then you started pulling them down to his mid-thigh along with his boxers. Peter almost forgot to breathe as you freed his aching cock.

When you climbed onto his lap, Peter’s brain started working again. His hands fell to your ass, steadying you as you got comfortable on his lap.

“D-did you want me to…” Peter trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say. Instead, he showed you. His right hand rubber over your ass and hip before his fingers brushed over your clit. You mewled at the contact, your eyes closing before you shook your head.

“No, no I just want you– I need you, Peter”.

Fuck, Peter thought. He’d dreamt of hearing you tell him you wanted him, for months. And now it wasn’t a dream anymore.

“O-okay” he stuttered, reaching a hand between your bodies, grabbing at his shaft in a rough hold. With his other hand he helped guide your hips to hover over his tip, sliding it back and forth over your slit, and lining it up with your opening. He could feel how wet and desperate you were, coating his cock in your arousal.

With a hand resting on his shoulder, you slowly sat down on his cock. First slipping the tip in, before your walls swallowed the rest of him, taking him fully inside. A choked moan fell from Peter’s lips as he savored the feeling of your velvet pulsing walls around him. Rocking your hips back and forth, your puffy clit rubbing up against his pelvis, as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, gaping around words you couldn’t get out.

“Shit” you panted, “You’re so deep”.

“Yeah” Peter breathed out, head falling back against the couch, “You feel me in your tummy?”.

“Fuck,” you lifted your hips, slowly starting to move, “y-yes, I d-do”.

Looking up at you, as you moved over him, Peter thought you looked like an angel. The way your ceiling light lit up the back of your head, Peter was sure you were wearing a halo.

Your rhythm increased and soon you were bouncing in his lap. Your breathy moans falling from your lips, the wet noises coming from where you were connected, and the way you were starting to clench around him, were making the tension in Peter’s stomach grow. Knitting his eyebrows together, Peter didn’t know how much longer he was going to last.

Scared he’d finish before you, his fingers found your clit, pressing down in tight circles. Under the touch of his fingers you almost jumped, while a shuddering breath left your lips. Then Peter felt himself start to get desperate, meeting your bounces with a thrusting of his hip, pushing his throbbing cock even further inside you.

Every brush of his fingers over your clit, coincided with a thrust of his hips, and soon he felt your wall flutter around him. He could feel how your wetness ran down his shaft and down his balls, and he knew you were as close to the edge of ecstasy as he was. His fingers never let up on your clit, and soon you clenched around him so hard he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Fuck,” Peter spat, “I’m gonna cum”.

“I–Inside” you moaned, “You can come inside– it’s okay”.

Your words pushed him over the edge, making him come hard inside you with a grunt. He didn’t slow down his fingers on your clit, and the feeling of him filling you up and the brush of his fingers, must’ve pushed you over the edge. Half a second later your hips stilled as Peter felt the frantic pulses of your orgasm milking his cock.

The feeling of you riding out your orgasm on his sensitive cock, clenching down on him as your body shook with aftershocks, it was almost too much, too intense for Peter. His breath came out in hard pants, and his body felt hot to the touch.

Peter didn’t know how much time passed as you both came down from your highs. It could have been three seconds or three hours. All Peter knew was that with you, he lost all sense of time. But this moment of bliss must come to an end. Everything is temporary, and someone must be the first to pull away.

On wobbling legs, you slid off his lap, sitting down next to him on the floor. You leaned back, grabbing your panties off the couch. Peter averted his eyes. The act was somehow too intimate to watch, even after what you two had just done. Instead, he busied himself with pulling his pants back over his ass, and tucking himself away, as a silence fell over the both of you. It felt heavy, loaded with questions he didn’t know if he wanted an answer too. After a few minutes a whisper left Peter’s lips, breaking the silence,

“I think I might be homeless”.

You didn’t answer right away, but Peter could hear your breathing change multiple times, like you were going to say something,

“I’m sorry”.

tagging some mutuals (this is so embarrassing): @hollandweather​, @luciwritesstuff​, @userholland​, @t-lostinworlds​, @silkscream​, @sparklingsin​, @logangarfield​, @justapurrcat​, @tomdutch​, @devotion​, @lnmp89​, @mayal0pez​, @melodicheauxxo-writes​,

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© shellshocklove, 2023

[descendant-of-truth]

If I may throw my hat into the ring here, I think the source of a lot of problems in the writing of Miraculous can be boiled down to its confusion over its target demographic.

There are two very clear audiences the show is trying to cater to:

Grade school girls around 5-10

Teens/young adults around 15-20

And this results in some. unique conflicts in the show's internal logic.

Because it's a superhero show for little kids, it's full of fun, bright colors, wacky villain-of-the-week designs, and the characters are all very straightforward with exaggerated personality traits. The cheerful, clumsy, scatterbrained girl protagonist, her utterly charming and goofy (but slightly clueless) love interest, her cool best friend, her mean bully, etc.

This extends to the romance; the show is so comedic that Marinette's nervous crush and Cat Noir's flirting are played up for laughs. Their more "problematic" behaviors read as cartoon shenanigans first and foremost, which I do think was the intention - they're both shown as being more than a little ridiculous for acting this way, so they're not exactly trying to encourage people to emulate them. They're allowed to be genuinely wholesome, too, because it's nice to give the kids something to go "aww!" at, but it's not meant to be more complicated or deep than that.

And of course, it's gotta follow a sweet and simple episodic formula! A conflict in Marinette's civilian life, an inciting incident to get a side character upset enough for Hawk Moth to turn into a villain, Ladybug and Cat Noir show up, there's fun banter, Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm to figure out a wacky solution to the problem, and boom! The day is saved, Marinette and/or someone else learns a moral, and we get a cute little end screen showing all the key players of the episode.

The one aspect of the show's setup that's a little more serious is the fact that Adrien has a super controlling and distant father, but even this is something that doesn't necessarily break the kid-friendly tone for the first season or two. Superhero shows in particular like to put in some stuff that's a little more emotionally challenging for the viewers, even when they're mostly comedic, so it's not totally out of place here.

For example, while they tend to have more grounded tones overall, Spider-Man cartoons are aimed at kids and regularly keep the conflict between Harry Osborn and his father, Norman, intact; often including the plot point of Norman being the Green Goblin, a notorious villain. It's a similar deal with Adrien, and his dad secretly being Hawk Moth.

You can easily anticipate drama coming from this, but the show primes you to expect it to work out fine in the end because every other conflict so far has been wrapped up in a nice little bow once the episode's over. Though I will say, the choice to have Hawk Moth be Gabriel instead of his own, separate character is perhaps the first sign of the tone shift to come.

And, uh. it sure is a shift.

See, Miraculous does not start out with what you'd call a... plot. It vaguely alludes to there being more going on behind the scenes, but the only thing it really tries to get you invested in is the Love Square dynamic. Marinette and Adrien dancing around each other while fighting crime IS the plot, and it's clearly going to end with a cool final confrontation with Hawk Moth.

You expect it to end like... well, like the movie. Identities are revealed, Gabriel realizes the error of his ways when he finds out he's been fighting his son this whole time, and they may or may not make up but he almost definitely gets arrested. Marinette and Adrien kiss, roll credits.

This is not what happens, because the plot the writers actually had in mind is complex in a way that I would argue is meant for the same audience as YA novels. And with that plot comes a lot of darker, weightier traits to these otherwise silly characters.

Marinette isn't just scatterbrained and nervous, she has debilitating anxiety and an increasing need to be in control of everything due to the stress she's under. She has panic attacks on-screen. She's not just great at strategizing, she also knows how to manipulate people, and does so with increasing frequency - and to Cat Noir at times, no less. Her positive traits haven't gone anywhere, she's still loving and creative and sweet and doing her best to help everyone she can, she just. has all of that other stuff going on, now.

Adrien isn't just a charming, goofy, clueless love interest with a gazillion skills and a controlling father, he's like. actively being abused, and in some cases straight-up mind controlled. His tendency to heroically sacrifice himself so that Ladybug can do her Cool Protagonist Thing is gradually but unmistakably reframed as being a sign of suicidal inclinations. He has identity issues out the wazoo and he doesn't even know he's an artificially created human yet, because everyone in his life is keeping secrets from him and/or lying to his face about crucial information.

Information like, uh. how his dad died???

Yeah, so we're at a point in the story now where there was no satisfying conclusion to the Gabriel plot, no team-up, no moment where he realizes he's been fighting his son, none of that. He still has something akin to a change of heart, but he also still kind of gets what he wants - the Miraculous of the Ladybug and Black Cat, which he uses to rewrite the universe with a wish. It's just that instead of reviving his wife, he trades his life for Natalie's. Of course, he was already dying anyway, which was his own fault but he did force Cat Noir's Cataclysm onto himself, so, that's another thing poor Adrien is going to have to deal with at some point.

And because there's all these astronomically messed up things in Adrien's life, and Marinette's the one who got to learn about all of it before him, she decides that maybe it would be better if he just. didn't know about it. Which is understandable, if I was 14 and had all this information about my boyfriend's life that he didn't, I wouldn't know how to begin telling him about it, either.

But. can you see how we've maybe lost the plot, here?

Here's the thing: starting with a simple framework and gradually getting more complex and subverting the audience's expectations for how the main villain is going to be dealt with is not a bad thing. The fact that it gets darker over time is not an issue. I actually think that all these developments are, themselves, pretty cool! I'm a sucker for angst and complex character dynamics and the show is absolutely giving me those things.

The problem is that it didn't just start with a simple framework, it started with the framework for a different demographic entirely, and perhaps just as importantly, it never actually... stopped.

For as much complexity and intensity they're injecting this story with, they're still working under the logic of it being "for young kids." We still get goofy villain-of-the-week designs with equally goofy motivations, and the supporting cast is stuck remaining two-dimensional no matter their circumstances. Chloe is the most blatant example of this - she was made to be a simple bully first, so no matter what else they do with her, she has to remain straightforwardly evil.

This, I think, is the reason that Gabriel is a more nuanced and "sympathetic" antagonist than her, and why so much care goes into Adrien's character as a victim of abuse while Chloe is just a Problem Child despite suffering similar neglect; she wasn't made to be interesting, and so the show is resistant to changing that. Gabriel and Adrien, however, were already made with nuance in mind, and so they're allowed to develop as characters. And at the same time, it's a kid's show! We need to teach the kids what kind of behavior is acceptable, and Chloe's home life isn't an excuse to treat people badly, so--!

...Oh crap we're supposed to be teaching kids about acceptable behavior. Uh. Um. Quick, bring back the ice cream akuma who cares way too much about his ships so that Cat Noir can learn about consent! Uhh, but don't change his character too much afterwards, he's only marketable because of his silly flirting, and we can't lose that.

Yeah, remember when I said that the romance having problematic elements to it used to work well enough because it was clearly just exaggerated cartooniness? It wasn't free from criticism or anything, but you could see how it was intended to be endearing and silly, right? You were supposed to point and laugh at Marinette's convoluted plans to spend time with Adrien, at Cat Noir's dramatic flirting attempts that Ladybug herself fondly rolled her eyes at.

The tonal shift into deep character exploration kinda paints the previous stuff in a worse light, and to an extent, I think the writers know that. It's hard to laugh at Cat Noir being flirty all the time when he's also supposed to be taken completely seriously, and the more Ladybug rejects him, the more it turns into harassment, and it. kinda just stops being funny, even with the comedic framing.

It's also hard to laugh at Marinette's crush being so all-consuming when they try to tell us (in what I can only assume was an attempt to get people to stop complaining) that she's like this because it's fueled by an event in her past, one that made her so scared of loving the wrong person that she now needs to know Everything about them before asking them out. Her cartoon antics aren't funny under that light, it's just concerning, but they're dedicated to keeping it up anyway.

The show runs on straightforward cartoon logic where you're not supposed to think about it too hard just as much as it runs on grounded, closer-to-real-life logic where people are messy and complicated and actions have consequences. It's so divided that you can hand-pick parts of the story that are influenced by one or the other pretty easily, and depending on the episode you can find instances of both in the same 20-minute time span. Maybe even multiple times!

Neither thing they're trying to go for is bad, and neither is a better approach than the other, but forcing them into the same show makes both sides suffer.

It's not just hard to laugh at the parts I mentioned earlier, it's hard to take Gabriel seriously as a villain whenever you rewatch an episode and remember that he has a once-per-episode pun-based speech that he says so self-seriously that you can't help but laugh at. It's hard to take him seriously when you remember that he repeatedly akumatized a Literal Baby and practically threw a tantrum every time it didn't work, or when he randomly steals (and enthusiastically performs) his nephew's musical dance number, or something similar that you would only do for a cartoon villain aimed at five-year-olds.

And I can only imagine this whole show is a marketing nightmare, too. Hey, little girls, here's your cool role model! She's cute and smart and talented and powerful and can fix anything by shouting the title of the show! Hope you're having fun watching her tell her boyfriend that his newly-deceased father (who used deepfakes of him to sell merchandise that's built to enslave the population and then locked him in a solitary confinement chamber in another country) was actually a hero who sacrificed himself to stop the main villain instead of, y'know, being the main villain! Aren't you excited to watch her wrestle with the guilt of this lie for the next season or so? Doesn't it just make you want to buy her merchandise??

Like. what is even happening right now. what am I watching. how did we get here and why did we start where we did if this was what the story was going to be about

[dcftones]

Norman Osborn is both vilified and woobified and it's kinda funny. He was always an evil villain don't get me wrong. He was always an abusive dad and any fan who thinks he wasn't needs a refresher on emotional neglect. However, writers grinded up his vile levels after he died and especially after he came back and readers got none of 1960s Norman's better qualities. Then Marvel stupidly tried to undo all the negative stories he's been in. Somehow they haven't realized you can't really press the backspace key on what's already happened. If they wanted to do that they should have just not have had him max out on Evil.

they rlly cannot decide what they want norman to be😭 like the recent comics are focusing on his #manpain and making him feel bad for…everything… with no regard to all the people he’s hurt and his primary victims (harry). But then as u said they went all in and made norman Extra Evil some years before (the og stuff with kindred comes to mind), which Would be alright i guess if current marvel didn’t feel like every single bad guy they create needs either 1. A depressing backstory or 2. They must feel Some remorse because morally grey??

They already did number one for norman because his dad was physically abusive and def inserted harmful ideas into his head which inevitably continued the cycle of abuse from norman onto harry, but it wasn’t even done in a way that makes you say “oh my sweet little meow meow he didnt deserve any of it :(“, yeah i feel bad for the guy cause being a victim of abuse is never alright but Maybe he should’ve gone to therapy instead idk! He’s one of those characters that really shouldn’t be used to portray regret for actions or being a victim, Instead they should’ve went all in on the relationship he has with harry and the sheer tragedy of it. Norman loves harry in his own weird way, but the circumstances of his childhood and how he himself reacts to vulnerability shattered like, any chances of harry having a normal childhood (though tbh harry would’ve still had it bad if norman wasnt beat on by his dad). They really should’ve played on that instead of making norman not that bad of a dad on multiple occasions or on the flip side, making him turbo evil to where you cant even look at him and see anything but a comically horrible caricature.

I especially am blaming the sam raimi movies norman and by extension no way home for the real uptick in poor little meow meow norman though bc it really became accessible to a huge audience then, taking the heat off of norman himself and putting it on his mr. hyde-esque alter ego so hes a victim of his own mind. Its honestly a disservice to norman’s character imo…. Hes much more interesting when he’s truly in control of being the green goblin or he has some semblance of what he’s doing while blacked out and refuses to stop or absolutely relishes in the part of himself that has no restraint. tssm norman osborn beloved tho they rlly did him right in that show🤭 but always theres a difference between the actual marvel execs greenlighting woobification and young adults on ao3 writing idk soft gays?

[backtothefanfiction]

Reading this just made me feel more proud of my writing abilities and reminded me of some of my favourite sex scenes I have ever written and it has really made me want to highlight them for you and why I love them so much.

Each one of these scenes is so completely different from one another, showing the true depths of the characters within them as they use these acts of intimacy to really help develop and flesh out who the characters are both as individuals and as partners. Each scene has a different need to be fulfilled and emotions to be shared and I am so incredibly proud of each one of them.

Angel In The Garden of Evil Chapter 19: Wash It Away

A mob!au Peter Parker Story

The intimacy of this scene coming as a conclusion for all the characters have been through not just during the story as you the reader reads it but also all the history they have together. It’s oddly sweet and tender as he takes the time to carry her into the house, to wash her in the shower and show her how much she really means to him. To literally wash away the old before they make love and bring in the new. It’s almost a whole cycle of life, death and rebirth moment. It’s the deep longing connection of husband and wife and how some loves just endure despite their tribulations.

Make Me Forget

Amazing Spider-Man Peter Parker x Harry Osborn Imagine (part two of crushed)

Running to the one person you shouldn’t to make the hurt go away. Asking your now ex boyfriends best friend to take you as his own after he rescued you from your abuser and asking them to claim you as their own and show you how to be treated right. To kiss away every hurt. To rewrite every touch on your body. It’s both painful and yet beautiful and hopeful and healing.

Nothing Ever Good Happens After 2am

A Joel Miller Story (Part 3 of the Insecure Series)

This is hate fucking at its finest. There’s so much tension and history and anger for both the past and present. Although so familiar with one another’s bodies they instinctively reach for each other due to that familiarity, but there is no resemblance of the way they once fucked to how they do now. The way they know each others bodies so well they can weaponise them against each other to do even more damage, leaving neither of them fully satisfied in the end and the act in fact only works to make their situation worse just feels heartbreaking on everyone, characters and readers alike. It’s short and to the point and makes me so proud.

What Benny Doesn’t Know Chapter 5

Frankie’s story

This is all about toxic love. It’s all the things well accepted when we are blinded by love. Overlooking the glaring problems just so you can be with them. Accepting their lies and bad behaviour. It’s doing drugs in the middle of the act. It’s cheating on partners. It is love and pain and longing and finally getting what you want but it’s at the wrong moment in the timelines and destined to fail from the second it started. Although a fun read and a wild time, the emotional weight and lessons for the reader also really shine through and I will always be proud of how I chose to handle this one, both for the characters and the over all story and it’s development.

the secret to writing good smut that doesn't feel like you're just repeating the same words for junk and fucking over and over is to spend your effort writing about everything happening around the sex and everything happening inside the heads of the people having sex and before you know it you have four paragraphs of introspection and two paragraphs describing the space and it's okay to use the word cock again

[fcknstar]

Marriage headcanons with (TASM) Harry Osborn? 💕

hihi! i didnt realize i got this request, so sorry if it took long for me to get it done.. and i love requests so much bc theyre fun, so pls dont hold back and just request!!

,, all you "

harryosborn x reader ( marriage headcanons )

a.n : i ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE this alot. part of it is slightly based of that tiktok sound .

warnings : was supposed to be gn!reader but included a little pregnancy. mentions of pregnancy.

**lowercase intended**

he doesnt want you to feel uncomfortable, knowing you prefer it when a sweet moment is shared between you both only.

he proposes to you on one of your date nights, knowing that itd be a perfect time to get on one knee.

harry knowing that you love poems, he would write a poem, " i love you. you may as well take my heart (name), its already full of you. ive known you all my life and i want to be with you forever. so, (name), as cheesy as it sounds, youre the one ive been waiting for my whole life. will you make me the happiest man alive? " harry knew he wasnt good at writing poems, but he thought that the effort would count.

giggling when harry finished his mini poem speech, you nodded. when harry placed a simple diamond ring on your middle ring, knowing how you are a minimalist, you pulled harry up and quickly embraced him.

" i love you too, harry " you mumbled against his neck.

when you and harry got married, the first thing harry did when you both reached your shared penthouse was to carry you bridal style up to your bedroom.

he often did that when you two where just a couple but this time it felt different, because you knew that you both are bound to be together.

the routine didnt change ; he would often wake up early and prepare breakfast for you in bed, or vice versa.

if he felt like admiring your calm, sleeping state, he would.

nothing would interrupt him looking at you sleep next to him, even if the world is ending.

harry would often read with you, read to you, knowing how much you like to read even if it meant that he didnt like reading. after all it was all for you.

harry would join you in the kitchen and help you cook despite you asking him to sit by the counter and look pretty.

you would be harrys top priority and vice versa.

despite knowing that you are not materialistic, he would often gift you stuff without you asking. he knows what you like.

he would spend more time with you, take you out to eat at the local cafe or restaurant. get take out during movie nights.

if you were to get pregnant, he would most definitely be by your side 24/7.

have midnight cravings? not to worry because harry would go out and get them if it were accessible, if not hed get them first thing in the morning.

" darling, i tried to find that thing that you asked for, but couldn't find any.. but i got you these knowing how much you like them.. would you like to have some? "

he would do anything for you, because its you.

[greengoblinswifey]

His Cherry- Norman Osborn x Fem!Babysitter!Reader

Summary: You're his cherry. His addiction and he can't get enough of you.

Warnings: Praise kink, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Cheating, Age Gap, Oral sex(f+m receiving), dirty talk, Kinda rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal.

A/N: I'm a huge lana stan and I was listening to Cherry last night and it inspired me to write this :)

Ao3 link

Of course it was wrong but in Norman's eyes, wrong was always right. His marriage be damned, from the moment he saw you, he knew he needed to have you and from the moment you saw him, you wanted him to be your daddy. You were his cherry, he called you that because cherries were his favourite fruit and he was addicted to you both. You weren't just his four year old son's babysitter, you were so much more. His plaything. His little slut. His cherry. To soften your guilt you always told yourself his and Emily's marriage was on the rocks before you entered the picture. She was unfaithful first and they only stayed together for Harry. 

It was a typical day for you at the Osborn mansion. After much hassle, you finally got Harry down for a nap and just as you did, the large front door slammed, signaling Emily's departure. As soon as the door slammed, Norman pounced on you like a predator hungry for its prey and pushed you against the wall. He pinned your arms above your head and kissed you hungrily. You relished in the taste of his favourite fruit and mint on his tongue as it brushed over yours before eventually sucking on it. 

"I missed you my little cherry," he said into the kiss.

"Mm- we had sex in your car yesterday," you chuckled. 

He moved to your neck, sucking and licking as you shivered and moaned at the sensation. This had been your routine for a few months. He was your drug and you were addicted. You couldn't keep your hands off him and he couldn't keep his hands off you. He fucked you against every door and on every surface in his mansion. Who knew a married man could be this irresistible?

By the time he was done with your neck, it had a trail of hickeys you'd probably have to cover up later. He hiked up your red and white flower dress and smirked seeing that you had on no panties underneath.

"My dirty cherry. No panties and you're dripping down your thighs," he mocked. You whined in response as kneeled and licked your thighs wet with your slick then moved up to your pussy. 

"Oh daddy, right there!" you whimpered. He flattened his tongue on your pulsing clit and lapped at it slowly before speeding up the pace of his skilled tongue. "So sweet my cherry, and you're all mine," he groaned. You loved how demanding he was--how he exerted his dominance. It was only right you called him daddy, and the fact that he was older and rich topped it off. He was never afraid of claiming you as his even though there was no legality binding you. In his eyes you were his. 

His mouth practically engulfed your pussy. He wanted to devour you, make love to your-- no, his pussy. You gripped his slicked back hair tightly as your legs turned to jelly. Your eyes squeezed shut and all you could focus on was the way he was eating you out. Licking your pussy from your entrance to your clit then pushing his tongue inside you.

"Just like that daddy, fuck," you cried out, tears now forming in your eyes. His tongue now focused on your clit, flicking it and nipping softly as he put one of his long fingers inside you. 

"So tight and wet," he purred. It was almost embarrassing hearing how wet you were and your own moans but with your daddy, you had nothing to be ashamed of. He loved every sound your body made and he prided himself in making you so wet he could hear the squelching.  

He pumped his finger in and out of you as you mewled daddy and tugged on his hair. He curled his finger inside you as he continued to suck on your nub. "Daddy! Fuck, daddy! I'm- I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. He sped up his movements, pumping his finger inside you faster and rougher. "Cum for me my pretty cherry," he commanded. 

Your back arched off the wall, tears streamed down your cheeks and your pussy gushed into his mouth as he continued finger fucking you and lapping at your clit. He licked and slurped every drop before pulling his finger from your pussy. "Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy." He stood up and smeared the wetness that was on his finger on your lips before licking it off. You captured his tongue in a messy kiss, greedily going deeper to taste yourself.

"Daddy please, I want your cock so bad," you begged, pulling away from the kiss.

"Being greedy gets you nowhere my cherry, you know that. Now get on your knees and show me how bad you want daddy's cock," he said. His eyes were dark with lust and his cock strained against his dress pants. Keeping your eyes up at him just the way you knew he liked it, you unbuckled his pants and pulled it down along with his boxers. His painfully hard erection sprang free. Precum leaked from the pink tip and you practically drooled. 

He took his bottom lips between his teeth as you licked from the base to the tip. Your tongue ran over the slit, sucking the precum off before taking half of him into your mouth. Using your hands, you stroked the rest of his cock you couldn't fit in your mouth but he was having none of it. He took your hands off and thrusted into your mouth making you gag.

"Just like that princess. Choke on daddy's dick. You look so pretty when you do," he groaned. He moaned at the dazed and lustful look in your innocent eyes. Those innocent eyes that easily fooled his wife. You pressed your hands on his thighs and he stopped his movement, allowing you to move your head on your own. You sucked the sides, making love to his cock as he did your pussy. You spat out the saliva and precum on his balls, and took them each into your mouth, humming and sending vibrations throughout his body. 

He felt his balls tighten and his cock twitching but he wanted to cum inside your pussy first. To fill you to the brim and breed you. He pulled you up from your knees and kissed you sloppily.

"Do you want daddy's cock now?" he asked.

You looked up at him towering over you and nodded frantically. Your clit was throbbing profusely and you needed his cock for the feeling to subside.

"Use your words cherry," he said.

"Yes daddy. I need your big cock so bad. Please fuck me," you pleaded, throwing your arms around his neck.

He seemed to be satisfied with your answer and he lifted you up, pulling your dress back up again. You wrapped your legs around him and as you did, he slowly lowered your quivering pussy onto his long cock. 

"Daddy!" you mewled, "stretching me so much, you're so big." He slammed you down on his cock fully, giving his sweet cherry no time to adjust to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn't get used to how big his dick was. He moved your thighs over his forearms and began pounding into you, leaving you moaning and unable to speak.

"Awww, my poor little cherry. Can't even form a single word, you're so cute," he chuckled.

His strength aided him in walking to his master bedroom and fucking you as he did. He walked with you pass Harry's room where he was sound asleep and arrived at his, his cock still rutting in and out of you as you moaned in his ear. 

He sat down on the edge of his bed and fucked up into your warm, gushing pussy. You were so wet that your juices were all over his forearms. 

"God, I'll never get tired of this pussy. Daddy loves it so much. You were made for daddy," he smirked. 

"Oh fuck! Da-daddy, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. You buried your face into his neck as he thrusted up into you roughly, brushing against your cervix as he did. As he hit your cervix, your orgasm washed over you like a wave. You mewled daddy continuously as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks and he fucked you. 

He stood up and placed you on your stomach. You tried to get on all fours but you were too weak to do so. 

"It's ok my cherry, stay just like that. Daddy will take care of you," he said. You absolutely adored when he told you he would take care of you. It made your pussy clench around nothing.

He slammed back into you, the new position making you wetter and creamier than the last. He got even harder, watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you from behind. Later, he'd lube you up and fuck you in it, hard. He was thrusting into you, making the bed shake and your stomach began to hurt from the impending orgasm.

"Clenching around daddy's big cock so well. Cum for daddy princess," he groaned, mesmerized by his cock moving in and out of you. At his command, your pussy squirted onto his cock.

"Oh God! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" you screamed. The orgasm made you shake and your eyes turned white. He placed a kiss on your back before putting one foot on the bed. 

Norman easily slipped back into your soaked pussy, ready to have his own intense orgasm. His strokes were hard, animalistic as his mind tried to grasp how tight you were squeezing him. He squeezed your ass cheek and moaned, watching as his cock came out sloppier than when it went inside you.

"God," he moaned, "I know you're ovulating but daddy has to cum inside you." Your mind was too fuzzy and focused on pleasure to protest. You just laid there and allowed him to use you, as you should.

"Gonna cum and you're gonna take daddy's cum in this tight pussy. Can't wait to see you swollen with my babies," he groaned, rolling his hips. You moaned in response, drooling all over the stain sheets.

"Tell me how bad you want it. Beg me to put a baby into you cherry," he growled.

He didn't need to repeat himself. "Please! Please daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, please cum inside me, fill me with all your babies. I'm all yours daddy. Please make your cherry a mommy," you cried.

That did it or him and long ropes of his white cum spurted inside your pussy. You moaned, feeling the warm stickiness fill your walls. He stayed inside your pussy, allowing you to milk him of all he had. He was serious about breeding you. 

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "that's it cherry, milk your daddy's cock, it's all yours. Take all of it."

He was about to fall on top of you before he stopped himself. He slipped out and you whined at the loss of him but you were content again when he laid on the bed, pulled you on top of him and buried his cock deep inside you.

"Daddy's gonna keep his cock inside you my pretty cherry. Can't let any of daddy's cum go to waste and then later, daddy's gonna fuck your tight little ass."

[0rph1x]

gonna do a few of these so just keep an eye out for that

i would post this on @luvr-boys-thoughts but i don't wanna flood it too bad so u get this instead

1. ive been okay, getting my sleep schedule back in order

2. no but i used to for a psych class

3. living my perfect future, post transition with my partner in a spot just for us

4. im definitely trying to

5. yeah, most of them don't mistreat me but don't actively check up on me ig

6. no, ive cut them all off bc i cannot handle that

7. yeah, pretty well! i feel well fed at least

8. high school ap lit teacher

9. uhhhhh 😃 that one as a sign of distress

10. idk if this means space but andromeda

11. yellow, it's their favorite and reminds me of them every time i see it

12. my ability to care, a blessing and a curse

13. id like to try it at some point but im scared of ruining it

14. no but i do want some of both

15. don't have any yet

16. spiderman =] there's a long list but he's first place

17. spiderman again =] or harry osborn, same thing abt the previous one tho

18. uhhhh i don't think i would tbh all my faves are too similar to me

19. andrew garfield or noah schnapp they're so silly

20. gay/mentally ill/trans content, or spiderman

21. capricorn bc them

22. yeah, id say so!! shit at math tho

23. it's so shit i wanna help fix it

24. english

25. saturn is rlly pretty, and my favorite element is earth atm

26. uhhhh great question idk

27: i don't wear makeup

28: freedom, acceptance, safety

29: english fluently, and bits of french, but idk if that counts

30: none they're all bad /JJJJ shakespeares a little silly

31: ufos =] it's not technically proved but. cmon.

32: same as the previous answer

33: not in the spiritual sense but i do think it's harmful to only think abt negative things yknow

34: having a partner for halloween

35: absolutely

36: yes 🥰

37: not unconditionally yet but we're getting there

38: autumn, but specifically right at the beginning when it's still kinda spring

39: GOOD QUESTION poe/shakespeare are solid ones ik they're basic but still

40: coraline/tasm2

41: tbh? probably not. there's a lot.

42: my partner

43: i don't have a specific person but i love my 3 irl friends they're so fun

44: yeah i do both

45: everywhere i possibly can

46: what does this mean.

47: the orangeish redish pinkish color right at sunset

48: not at all

49: great question i haven't figured that out yet

50: my mom/friends

51: idk if i rlly have one that i can think of off the top of my head

52: not really, ik there are things that i can't explain but i consider myself atheist

53: literally all of them. they're all so interesting

54: its terrifying

55: im afraid of ending up alone eventually

56: i want to be a more improved/true version of me if that counts

57: same as previous answer

58: i would want to try to educate first but some ppl are just rlly stuck in their ways so im not rlly sure

59: oh yeah i caught a bunch as a kid

60: tbh i prefer beaches mainly bc ive never seen mountains

61: the best sweet there is. stunning. immaculate. perfect.

62: uhhhhh idk whatever my mom makes at home, she's a good cook

63: i can see the appeal but ive never fully gotten into it

64: no idea, ig the imagination of it would be cool

65: not rlly, ppl have told me im intimidating before they actually talked to me tho

66: WHAT. UHHHHH IDK.

67: neither, u don't have to forgive anyone for anything but making peace with it instead of dwelling on it forever is so beneficial

68: i wanna give my mom her own place one day, one thats fully paid off and everything so she can live how she wants

69: no clue what this means

70: i don't think so but idk what this means either

71: oh yeah for sure, not in like the "looking down at myself" kinda way but ones where i feel like im in the backseat just watching things happen

72: nah that's too stressful

73: i wouldnt

74: dark academia/grunge kinda thing

75: im not rlly sure tbh

76: calla lilies, green apples, and thresher sharks

77: yeah, a few times!

78: someone came up to me in a build a bear and asked me what pair of glittery heels were better for a sonic plush and it made my day

79: absolutely

80: kinda both depending on the situation

81: pretty often from one person

82: yeah, ive made it a personal goal of mine to give out at least one compliment a day, especially when i go out

83: there are so many i couldn't choose just one

84: uhhhh if physically possible, saturn

85: don't rlly have one they all make my head hurt

86: tigers eye/moss agate

87: i don't have one they're all rlly cool

88: ig so, it's hard to come across as a gay man when ur pretransition tho

89: depends on the situation ig but id say im a good balance of both

90: no but that sounds interesting

91: i definitely try to

92: i rlly like the full moon it's so pretty, and the rlly thin crescent

93: yeah, multiple ppl

94: id say so, yeah

95: GREAT QUESTION idk. dark green. like very dark green. im thinkin like roygbiv rainbow tho

96: lavender just bc it's my favorite

97: yeah i own quite a few

98: OH OH "you owe the world your gifts, you just have to figure out how to use them" - uncle ben, tasm1

99: i would like to but i have no idea

100: im not sure, something living tho

OKAY DONE WITH THIS ONE. FINALLY.

100 questions for whoever wants to ask themselves or answer:

How have you been ?

Do you have a dream journal?

If you could dream about something all your life what would it be ?

Are you taking care of your mental health?

Do the people in your life take good care you?

Have you left the toxic people in your life ?

Did you eat well today?

What's your dream job?

What's your favourite emoji?

Where do you want to astral travel ?

If you could see only one colour, which colour would it be ?

What is your favourite thing about yourself?

Would you like to colour your hair?

Do you have tattoos or piercings ?

What do your tattoos represent?

Who is your favourite fictional character?

Who is your favourite movie character?

If you could marry a fictional character who would it be ?

Who is your idol ?

What are your main niche's here on Tumblr?

What is your favourite astrological sign except yours and why ?

Are you good academically ?

What are your views on the education system?

What is your favourite subject ?

What is your favourite planet & element?

What's your favourite piece of clothing?

What's your favourite makeup product?

What are the main themes of your best life?

How many languages do you speak?

Who is your favourite historical figure?

What's your favourite unproved theory?

What's your favourite conspiracy theory?

Do you believe in law of attraction ?

What is the best thing you have manifested?

Do you believe in love ?

Are you in love with someone?

Do you love yourself unconditionally?

What's your favourite season?

Who is your favourite poet ?

What is your favourite movie ?

Can your life be summed up in a song/ movie?

Who is your favourite person on Tumblr?

Who is in your irl favourite person?

Do you write or make art?

Where do you wanna travel?

Do the flame coloured skies light your fire?

What is your favourite colour of the sky?

Do you know anything about your past life?

What do you think your soul is really like?

Is there someone you have deep talks with?

Who is your favourite deity?

Are you a religious , heathen or spiritual person?

What are the other cultures except yours that you admire ?

What are your views on ongoing world crisis right now ?

What do you fear ?

Would you be someone else if you could?

Who would you like to be ?

What would you like to do with racists and homophobes ?

Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Beaches or mountains?

Describe chocolate .

What do you like to eat the most?

Are you into spirituality?

What do you like about being spiritual the most?

Do you think you are intimidating?

Are you a sweetheart or a baddie ?

What do you find easy , forgive or forget ?

Something you really want to do for your parents .

Are you in your soul community right now ?

Are you a starseed ?

Did you ever have an OBE ?

Would you like to time travel?

If yes past or future?

What's your favourite aesthetic?

Are you a hippie or a home person ?

What's your favourite flower, fruit &animal?

Have you ever travelled in a boat?

What is the best thing a stranger has done for you ?

Do you believe in the kindness of strangers ?

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

How often do you get compliments?

Do you generally compliment people ?

What's your favourite space entity?

If you could inhabitate one planet where would you choose?

What are your favourite essential oils ?

What are your favourite crystals?

What is your favourite tarot card ?

Do you find it easy to express your sexuality?

Are your right brained or left brained?

Have you tried third eye awakening ?

Do you usually channel your creativity?

What's your favourite phase of the moon?

Is there someone you would really like to do something for ?

Are you a charitable person?

If you could add one more colour to the rainbow what would it be ?

Which fragrance do you think represents you ?

Do you own stuff toys?

What is your favourite quote/poem of all times?

Do you believe in afterlife?

What do you want be reborn as ? What are your characteristics?

That's all have a great day ✨

[oliveroctavius]

It's the Harry Osborn fashion post nobody asked for!

I'm no expert in menswear (all info + photo examples come from VintageDancer) so take this as speculation and feel free to correct any terminology. Still, I wanted to ramble about his interesting progression of clothes choices through the classic comics.

Ditko era (1965)

An outdated look even for the time: the bowtie, brown/grey color scheme, and wide high-waisted pants with a skinny belt are all kind of 1940s/50s things. Not to mention the hair.

It seems Ditko's only vision for Harry was Norman Junior. You know those eerie photos of politicians' families where the kids are dressed identically to their parents? Yeah.

Of course, once characterization catches up, there's a lot to be said about Harry's relationship with imagined "good old days" and his father's self-image.

Characterization catches up (1966)

John Romita is here and we get a flashback to baby Harry, who in contrast to his dad looks like an easter egg.

On a practical level, bright colors (1) draw attention to Harry as a new main character and (2) convey time passing. But it also fits with the reveal that he's a mostly sweet kid trying too hard to conform to an aggressively traditionalist role model.

I like that the bow tie sticks around. It has old-fashioned, dweeby connotations (as probably originally intended) but it also has appropriate oddball performer connotations.

Roomates era (1966-69)

Big checkered patterns, vests, and expanded colors; a showy take on the Ivy League 50s/60s style, unless I miss my guess. A bit more modern, but still in the realm of uptight dweeb. I love how Romita made him friendly without making him less weird.

It's a rather slow makeover from monochrome to bright and patterned. On a Watsonian level, it's fun to imagine that living away from his dad lets him gradually rediscover a colorful fashion sense.

The less formal at-home version of this look is a sweater or sweatervest with a collared shirt, a la baby Osborn.

The New Osborn Image (1969. nice)

Eventually both Harry and the editors get self conscious about keeping up with the times, and...

This is so charmingly "repressed young adult finally has their awkward rebellious self-discovery phase halfway through college" to me. Artists love to call back to this look because lol, retro facial hair, but I think its status as a bona fide short-lived Embarrassing Phase makes it sacred.

The New(er) Osborn Image (1970-72)

Exploratory phase over, his new look is something between Mod and Peacock Revolution: long coats, double-breasted tailored jackets, colorful turtlenecks, neckerchiefs instead of ties.

In my totally unbiased opinion this is the pinnacle of Harry costuming. He's found a public-facing sense of style that's fun. It's formal, but not just in a Norman-impressing way—he got here via personal experimentation and peer inspiration. It's the most joyful sartorial self-expression he ever seems to get.

Sure hope he's not about to experience personal-identity-shattering amounts of stress and tragedy!

spice up your mental breakdown by raiding your father's closet (1973)

At least, I think that's Ross Andru's angle. Harry moves back into his dad's townhouse and his clothes are uncharacteristically oversized and formless.

Drop the metaphor, fill your father's shoes for real. The fur-lined coat + leather gloves in particular strike me as unnaturally Normanesque. Earlier periods illustrated his Garbage Mental Health Hygiene with untucked shirts and unfastened collars, though his hairdo is still perfectly in place because everyone knows it just grows in like that.

I think the shirt he's committed in is the first short-sleeved shirt we ever see him wear. Probably too early in history for him to be given a pair of those grippy socks.

back to basics/dadclothes (1975-on)

Harry comes back in ASM 151 with two outfits: a grey suit and tie and a plaid short sleeved shirt with jeans. This split between utilitarian business clothes/simple comfort clothes sticks around into Buscema and JMD's 90s run.

This was probably meant to signal that he's more "grown up" and stable, but after everything else it just feels like a very lonely return to form and a widening fracture between public presentation and personal identity—this time self-enforced.

JMD uses the goblin costume to talk about Harry's struggles with self-image and emotional compartmentalization, but I think it works because that theme was already there in a less dramatic way. Particularly once the colors went back in the closet.

The thing about toxic performative masculinity is that it hates to admit that it's just a performance. Showy fashion can be attractive to people who've been told they flunk out of gender for physical or mental reasons because it's entirely performance (hence the art of drag) (and hence transmascs who joke they dress like silver age Harry). Also, I think it's just a fun personality trait for him to enjoy bright and meticulous dress, dangit.

[ptergwen]

can you write something where peter comforts the reader after a bad date and he holds her:,))

home sweet home

not to be a gif repeater but this just fits

warnings: swearing and suggestiveness

a/n: comfort fics are literally my favorite ever AH i missed writing them the most :,) enjoyyyy

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“come on, faster! we’re almost there,” peter shouts to ned over his headset, fingers moving fast around the controller.

as a much needed distraction, the two of them are having a video game marathon. it’s done its job so far to take peter’s mind off your absence.

tonight is usually yours and peter’s movie night, but you had prior engagements — ones that involve harry osborn. he’d asked you out to some exclusive, upscale restaurant peter can’t even pronounce the name of.

he’s happy for you, sure. a five star girl like yourself deserves five star quality. munching on burnt popcorn and huddling together for warmth because peter’s heater is broken again isn’t exactly that.

he just wishes your date wasn’t harry osborn of all people.

“dang, which way should we go?” ned wonders.

they don’t have many choices; either right or left. peter studies the screen for a moment.

“uh, let’s go left. it’s the only way we can-“

peter’s apartment door suddenly opens and slams shut. you come trudging inside.

you toss your purse to the floor along with your heels, which you kick off while muttering swears to yourself. peter pauses the game, brows knitted together in confusion.

“ned? i’ll call you back, man,” peter mumbles his goodbye. promptly, he shuts the tv and removes his headset.

you’re still stood by the door with your arms now crossed over your chest. you look pissed, and peter has no clue as to why.

“hey, i thought you were out with harry,” he states. “so did i,” you scoff back. “then, he asked our waitress for her number.”

peter’s expression softens.

“right in front of me, too. dude has no shame. i decided to bail,” you explain, chuckling bitterly. “can you fucking believe it, peter?”

peter wishes he could say can’t, but he’s well aware of harry’s reputation. everyone is, including yourself. he’s a player. although, peter had been hoping he wouldn’t play you.

defeated, you flop down next to peter on the couch. he turns and faces you with a frown.

“i’m sorry, y/n/n. that’s so messed up,” peter sympathizes. “you okay?”

your eyes lock with peter’s, head laid on a fluffy pillow that has home sweet home stitched into it. the whole apartment is decked out with cheesy sayings of that sort, thanks to aunt may’s affinity for them.

“i’ll live. it’s just a shitty thing to do, you know?” you sigh. “of course, yeah. it’s disgusting,” peter agrees, eyes not leaving your own.

“i didn’t like him much anyway, if i’m honest,” you admit. “only went for the food.” already anticipating your answer, peter grins. “and did it meet your expectations?”

you shoot him your first smile since ditching your date.

“not really. nothing compares to peter parker’s popcorn,” you clarify. “say that five times fast.”

peter chuckles and scoots closer to you until his knee brushes your jeans clad one. he doesn’t miss the goosebumps that pop up on your arms, elicited by his touch.

“c’mere, y/n,” he speaks quietly.

you instantly nod, throwing your arms around peter’s torso. relief washes over you when you find yourself in his arms at last. peter has you enveloped into the kind of hug only he can give, one where he squeezes just tight enough and rocks you side to side in a way that’s so grounding. it’s the cure to any ailment.

“i don’t know why i thought harry would be different with me,” you whisper, your cheek nuzzling against peter’s hoodie. “i should’ve seen it coming.”

“no, no. hey,” peter rests his chin on the top of your head. “it’s not your fault he can’t keep it in his pants. he’s an asshole, y/n. that’s on him.”

he brings a hand to your lower back and rubs circles over your blouse. silently, you peek up at him for a moment before returning to your hiding place in his chest.

“harry doesn’t deserve you, and you deserve way more than him,” peter coos.

a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

“i’m proud of you for bailing on him, by the way. not sure anyone else would’ve had the guts,” he praises. “you did what the other girls couldn’t.”

you snicker into peter’s chest, tightening your arms around him ever so slightly.

“you’re probably right about that,” you affirm with a nudge at his side. “ugh, i should’ve just stayed in with you tonight.”

peter pulls back enough to look at you, you finally lifting your head. he has that same smirk plastered on, piquing your interest.

“what’s with the face?” you question. peter shrugs a shoulder. “night’s not over yet. we could still watch something, if you’re down,” he offers, retrieving the remote from the cushion next to him. “it’s your choice this time.”

beaming, you take the remote from peter.

“you make the popcorn, i’ll find the movie.”

peter gives you one last squeeze by your waist and hops to his feet.

“on it,” he affirms. “i’ll grab you a change of clothes, too.”

he gestures to your outfit, you leaning your head on your arms with a curious grin.

“you, um, you look amazing, though,” peter compliments, scratching the back of his neck. “like, super good. i just, y’know, want you to be comfortable and all.”

“say less, lover boy,” you tease. “i got it.”

a deep blush coating his cheeks from your nickname, peter sets off to the kitchen.

it really is home sweet home when you’re here.

[kitausuret]

Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson Fic Recs

(Harry and Flash at Flash's birthday, Amazing Spider-Man #789; Slott & Immonen)

After writing my own HarryFlash fic, and also at the request of a friend, I realized it might be a good idea to recommend a few of my favorites I've come across! It's a small ship but one I've become very fond of. Full disclosure, I haven't read everything out there, and if anyone has any recommendations, feel free to add them on! But here's what I've found on Ao3 and am happy to pass on.

As always, heed the tags and summaries, and have fun! Remember to kudos and comment!

Got to Believe It's Worth It - by turnofthesentry (1k, T+) - 616

Short, sweet, a little sad, a little smutty (mostly vague/suggestive). Set right before Flash ships off for active duty. I love this one even though it hurts my heart a lot. Bonus, there's a comic adaptation by @oliveroctavius which you can find right here!

Not a Math but a Science - by turnofthesentry (1k, Gen) - 616

So this one isn't solely HarryFlash, it's more like Harry pining for everyone, but it's a beautiful 4+1 fic (4 kisses Harry wanted, and 1 he got) and the bit for Flash is very sweet. I'm feelings.

phone calls - by kingdavidbowie (~2k, T+) - TASM

I think this might be a sequel to hallway by the same author, but I liked this one in particular because of its blending with some things from comics canon, especially for Flash. It's a little sad but they are sweet boys...

had they not been interrupted - by softgrungeprophet (1k, Explicit) - 616-esque-ish

trans!Flash? trans!Flash! Nadia wrote this wonderful little fic as part of their series..es..? where Flash is a trans girl. This one is a personal favorite, Harry is very good and very sweet to her.

better there than perfect - by blue_bees (2.5k, Gen) - 616

I really like this one because it's from the roommates era!! (oh my god, they were roommates) It's sweet and a little bit sad in parts but what good Coffee Bean ship isn't.

"The ladies dig a man in uniform." - by blue_bees (4k, T+) - 616

My favorite thing about this fic is how definitively it is set in the silver age of comics - Oli talks a lot on his blog about the importance of historical context with comics, and I love the way he uses that in this fic. It also makes it a little sad, of course (queer men in the sixties, and all) but god, it's so good. Also, getting frisky in a car is fun.

I hear the soft sigh of his inhale - by softgrungeprophet (9k, T+) - 616

This one's just plain fun. And look at that word count! It's inspired by the Spidey newspaper strip, which had a little B plot (or maybe more like a C plot) about Harry and Flash running a roller disco. This tick-marks a lot of my favorite things to see in fics, like the whole supporting cast. There are so many characters in this one!! It's fun! There's a scene that takes place during Halloween! It's got DAD!HARRY! There's also a lovely drawing by Oli at the bottom.

Cover Me In Bruises - by BlueCrowAnxiety (12k, Explicit, Incomplete [currently at ch. 10]) - Raimiverse

Let me preface this by saying I am not that into Raimi!Spider-Man, but I know there are a lot of Raimi fans out there and this is from what I've seen the only fic that falls into that category. I know from their other fics that Blue has a good knowledge of comics canon and that shines through here and there in this fic. I'd never considered HarryFlash in that universe before this one! It's neat!

Learn to Let it Show - by Kitausuret (2k, Gen) - 616

Not to toot my own horn, but I did just publish my very own HarryFlash fic last night. It's set after Venom: Space Knight because I like Flash as Venom and dad!Harry.

I hope you have fun with these suggestions! If anyone knows of any outside ao3 or that I missed, for sure feel free to add them.

[marslikestowrite]

Out in the cold.

Norman Osborn x Reader (Pre-Goblin)

Masterlist

NSFW warning, 18+ only

Summary:

Harry Osborn ditches you once again in the middle of a date. This time, you decide enough is enough, and you decide it’s time for the sweet taste of revenge.

Here you are, once again stranded alone outside of the fancy restaurant your fiance Harry Osborn had decided to take you to. He had left once again because he had heard MJ and her boyfriend were having a rough time, and she needed someone to talk to. You wrapped your wool coat around your figure, sighing in content, feeling the soft fabric touch your bare skin. You had worn a nice dress, specifically because he asked you too, and yet he left you once again. You were absolutely over him leaving you for other women. The sound of your heels was loud against the pavement as you stormed down the sidewalk, before flagging down a cab. You needed a breather. You stepped into the cab, and reached into your purse to pull out a crisp hundred dollar bill, courtesy of Harry, and handed it to the driver.

“Osborn Manor please.” Your sweet voice echoed through the cab, trying to be polite to the driver, and not lash out on the poor man.

“Miss, we don’t drive just anyone there-”

“Drive. You wouldn’t like it if my fiance’s father were to hear about this would you? Now be a dear and get moving.” Your voice turned more stern, definitely showing you were serious, and not in the move. The driver just nodded, no longer speaking as he pulled into oncoming traffic. You sighed, glad to finally be sitting down, and no longer standing in those horrendous heels. Your ankles burned. You had decided you were going to head back to the manor, and grab a change of clothes, and stay at a hotel for the night. You were not in the mood to see Harry, and it was the perfect way to calm your anger, and figure out a way to say that you were absolutely done with his antics. You hummed, staring out the window, looking at how gorgeous New York was at night. The way the bright lights of buildings poised the clear sky of its natural beauty. It made you sick.

You finally arrive at the manor, thanking the driver as you gently step out of the cab, trying not to twist an ankle on the curb. You look up at the massive manor, sighing as all you could think of was how urgent your prick of a boyfriend was to run to Mary Jane’s side. You cringed at the thought, digging in your purse to find the key Harry’s father had given you to the manor. Norman had always been kind to you, the moment you met him. Harry had brought you over to meet him for dinner a few years back, and when you met with the CEO, you’d felt different. The feeling indescribable, a mixture of admiration, longing, fright, dare you say love. You always felt different around Norman than you did his son. Not in a bad way of course. You’d always come over after your morning classes while in college, and have tea with him. Those were the moments you looked forward to most. You felt yourself around the older man, you felt loved. He always made you laugh, something his son could rarely do. It was at that moment you thought. Did you love Norman Osborn? You shook the thought, finally finding your keys buried in your purse. The conclusion you had come to did seem accurate with the encounters you had with Norman. He’d always compliment your clothing choices, cook you food when you came over, his shoulders always seemed less tense when you were around, and not to mention the “pet name” he calls you. You insert your key, opening the door before walking in, shutting the door almost immediately. You took off your heels and looked around. It seemed empty. Or that's what you would have thought if the fireplace wasn’t burning, and the sound of padded feet getting louder.

“Y/n? Is that you, dear?” A voice you knew all too well associated that same “pet name” when addressing you.

“Mr. Osborn? Yes, it's me. Sorry if I disturbed you, I know it’s late.” You responded, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the nearest hanger. You couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes change when he saw you. Harry didn’t look at you that way.

“Dear, I told you to call me Norman. Your my son’s fiance, I think we’re past formalities.” He smiled at you, a genuine one at that.

“Speak of him, where is Harry? I expected you both to be out later.” He added. You hesitated to come up with a response. You wanted to tell him what an asshole his son was, and that you were breaking up with him, but didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with him. Before you could think more, your mouth just spoke.

“I’m not his fiance anymore, Norman.” You said, staring straight at him, letting him know your voice was serious.

“This is the third time he has left me stranded on a date. Third time he left me outside of a restaurant in the freezing cold to run to the aid of another woman. I’m done with his antics, Norman. I’m done being his second choice.” You said honestly. You could feel the tears in your eyes well up as you finally admitted your thoughts.

“I can’t do this anymore- I can’t be- I can’t be thrown out like a piece of trash when Harry’s highschool sweetheart decides she wants to fuck things up!” You felt the tears spill down, as Norman immediately rushed to your aid. His arms gently wrapped around you, his hand pressing against the back of your head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“You are anything but a piece of trash dear, and I’m so sorry my naive son can’t seem to appreciate someone as perfect as you.” He said gently, as you cried into his arms. This embrace. It felt.. Right. It felt like it was meant to happen. All your feelings about the older man resurfaced. You couldn’t ignore them. Norman pulled away from the hug, leaving you feeling alone once again.

“I take it you don’t want to see Harry. I.. I can call you a cab and get you a hotel for the night, while I have a conversation with him when he gets home.” He said, about to walk away, before you reach out to him, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.

“No! Wait. Don’t-“ You said, trying to gather your words. You step closer to him, looking at his eyes, getting lost in them.

“Norman.. What do you think of me?” Your words spilled out like a waterfall. You didn't mean to speak what your mind wanted to. You stood there, muscles tensed, waiting for a response. It took him a moment to figure out what he wanted to say, before he turned around and clasped both of your hands.

“Well.. I think you’re a beautiful young woman, who deserves far more than what my son has given you. I think you’re very intelligent, and have amazing potential..” He trailed off, moving a hand to your cheek. He knew what you were asking. He needed to hear you say that you liked him. The way you were staring at him, and the way your face turned a pink shade when his hand went on your cheek was very obvious to him. He liked you too, but there was an age gap, and he needed to hear you say you loved him, for his own moral compass.

“Do you..” You inched your face closer to the taller man’s, moving your hand from his arm to rest against his chest. His arms moved to wrap around your hips. He nodded his head, knowing exactly the question that you were trying to ask, without the words coming out of your mouth. You initiated it. You moved your face forward, gently pressing your lips against his own, slowly encasing his lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes closed, entangling your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him as physically close as possible. He pushed you back against the door, nipping at your lip to try to gain access, which you happily gave him. After a few minutes of making out, you pull away, resting your forehead against Norman’s. His rough, calloused hands gripped your hips, a smile resting on his face.

“Harry never kissed me like that.” You giggle, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.

“Well, he’ll never be kissing you again, that’s my job now, my dear.” He chuckled lowly, his hand moving to yours to take off your engagement ring, and tossing it on the floor.

“You won’t be needing that either, I’ll get you a new one that will remind him of what he lost while playing a childish game with someone that doesn’t even come close to comparing to the angel he used to have.” He cooed, making you giggle more, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“So when did you start feeling this way towards me love?” He asked, a curious tone in his voice, as you rested your head against his chest, embracing him in a hug.

“At our tea sessions. You looked at me in a way that Harry never did. Your eyes showed a kindness I never had experienced. You looked like you actually cared when I told you about my studies, my hobbies, you actually cared.” You said gently. It was true, everytime you tried talking to Harry about something that wasn’t science, or him, he seemed uninterested, but Norman had always listened, he always supported you.

“How could I not? You looked so adorable rambling about {your major in college}, I couldn’t help but fall for you either darling.” He smiled. That was also another factor. He smiled at you. A legitimate, genuine, handsome, smile. You loved it so much. You stare back up at him, and he stares back down, a loving look in his eyes once again.

“I know it’s soon but- I’ve been wanting to say it for so long. I love you Norman, so much. I’d like to be your Mrs. Osborn one day, not Harry’s..” There was a certain plea in your voice that drove Norman insane, you were talking like you knew what you were doing to him.

“I love you too, Y/N, and you’re already mine darling. You’ll be a ‘Mrs. Osborn’ one day, I promise that, but after you kissed me, you became mine in that very moment.” He smirked, a sort of growl in his voice that made your legs weak. He leaned down, this time, he initiated the kiss this time, and it was different. It was hungry, heated, intimate, perfect. His tongue slid in once again, claiming every inch as his. His hands moved to rest against your ass, making you squeal softly. A smirk formed on his lips, knowing the influence he had on your noises. He pulled away, leaving your mind blank, and your breath gone. Before you could regain your thoughts, he sweeped you up in his arms, carrying you to his room.

He kicked his door open, before setting you down for a quick moment, only to lock the door, and then back in his arms you were. He sat down on the bed, you in his lap, and his lips were immediately attached to your neck, kissing and nipping on the pulsing, making you squirm. He gripped onto your thighs, growling.

“Keep still love, I need to mark you up. Need to claim you.” He said against your neck, before attacking it once more. Soft moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth, feeling him grow against the inside of your thigh. Once he was done, he pulled back to take a look at the wicked bruise he had left on your neck, as he hummed in content.

“Look at you, all mine.” He said, a satisfied smirk resting on the corner of his lips. You gradually moved your hips against his crotch, whimpering as you could feel the pooling heat between your legs. His breath hitched, his fingers digging crescent moons into your bare thighs.

“I said. Sit. Still.” He growled, flipping your position, laying you flat on your back, a whimper escaping your lips. You reached up to tug at his shirt, trying to tell him to take it off, as he chuckled lowly.

“My, my. So demanding. Fine, only because you look so pretty under me.” He smirked, a blush heating your cheeks at the compliment. He let go of you, sitting up, and slowly, almost teasingly, took off his shirt. You sat up, running your hands along his chest, feeling the crevices and impurities on his skin. He was perfect. He smiled, watching you admire him. Your soft smile made his heart melt, he couldn’t believe he had you all to himself now. He gently laid you back down, starting to move the straps of your dress down, before stopping.

“May I?” He asked gently, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable, and wanting to continue.

“Please.” Your soft voice echoed in his head, and he continued gently.

“If you ever want to stop, please tell me.” He cooed, moving your straps down, and then pulling off your dress, revealing your black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t help but stare. Your body was perfect, he could see the embarrassment in your eyes. You reached to cover yourself, embarrassed of your figure, but he shook his head, and reached to move both of your hands over your head, he used one hand to hold both of yours up, and the other to unclip your bra. He tossed it to the side, before starting to kiss at your neck gently. Slowly but surely he moved down, peppering wet kisses down your breast valley, on your breasts, down your stomach, before peppering multiple to your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous darling. So beautiful, I’m so blessed to be in the presence of a goddess.” His voice was like a praise, it rang through your ears, played like a tune that had been stuck in your head for days. He made you feel wanted. He slowly moved down your stomach, reaching your clothed core. He gently pulled your panties down, and then tossed them next to your bra. He kissed the inside of your thighs, watching how you writhed in place for him to give you more. He let go of your hands, and they immediately found their way to his hair, pulling gently at the strands, trying to aid him to give you what you longed for. All he did was chuckle against your thigh, before staring straight up your body right into your eyes, as he licked a stripe down the middle of your pussy, teasing, earning a whine from you.

“Look at you, all wet and needy for me. What do you want, baby? I wanna hear you say it.” His lips resting against your folds, his voice sending a vibration throughout your body.

“Wan’ you Norman- Please.. Need you.” You managed to muster out, earning another chuckle from the older man.

“Mm.. If you say so darling..” He said, a slight confidence in his voice, as he pressed his lips right back onto your folds. His mouth worked magic. Pressing his tongue against all the right places in you, his tongue flicking your clit, you were in heaven. Your fingers clasped onto his hair, as moans echoed throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut, Norman making you see stars as he worked his tongue on your pussy. You could feel it. That bubbling sensation pooling inside of your stomach as your walls clenched around his tongue.

“I’m-I’m clo-se-” You stuttered out, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating you like you were his last meal on earth, and he was going to savor it. Your grip tightened on his hair, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, as you released, his mouth lapping everything up, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulled away, before leaning over you, and placing another intimate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and for some reason, it was a major turn on. While you were preoccupied with the kiss, and riding down from your high, Norman had taken off his pants, and boxers. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m going to put it in now, alright? I’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts darling.” Norman said softly, as you nodded. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when his tip rubbed against your folds, before gently pressing in. Your mouth was held agape, as your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, soft moans and whimpers exiting your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his neck, clawing at his back slightly, hissing at the pain of him stretching your walls. Once he was fully in, you could feel the tip nestled deep within your folds, a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend. You tapped on his back, letting him know that you were ready, and that he could move. His hips drew back, making you whimper. The more he pulled back, the emptier you felt. Though he stopped, and immediately slammed back into you, filling your walls back up with his length. A loud moan escaped from your mouth with the rough thrust, and you quickly drew a hand back from his back, and pressed it tightly against your mouth, spilling your noises against it, in a terrible attempt to muffle them. Norman definitely didn’t like it, growling slightly, removing both your hand from your mouth, and the one on his back, pinning them above your head once more.

“You never- You never listen. I want to hear you sweetheart. Spill those noises for me.” He grunted, a smirk plastered on his face as your mouth stayed open, your eyes wide as well. Constant noises spilt from your mouth as you felt yourself approaching your second climax, though Norman didn’t seem to be faltering one bit.

“Nor-man- Close-” You moaned out, your walls clenching around him as he plowed through your insides.

“C’mon baby.. Let go.. Cum for me..” He cooed, re-assuring you, as your second climax hit you like a truck. You came all over his cock, feeling your juices coat his length. You thought he would stop, but he just kept going, fucking you into overstimulation. Tears welled in your eyes, as his thrusts seemed as persistent as ever. His name fell like a broken prayer from your lips, it being the only thing you’re able to say, a dumb, fucked out expression on your face, as all you could do was take his cock. Your nails scratched at his wrist that was holding both of them down, and your hips bucked, trying to gain more friction. You were a mess of emotions, and the sight alone made Norman want to cum right here and now. You looked so hot, all messed up, all because of his cock.

“Look at you- All.. All fucked out because of me. My cock. I bet he never could fuck you the way I do.” His voice turned from soft, to a possessive growl. You were his. His, and his only. His thrusts seemed to falter, and you felt yourself coming close again as well. You felt him start to pull out, but you clenched onto him, not wanting him to.

“M’ on p-ill- mMH!” You moaned, and he nodded. He thrusted roughly a few more times, before filling you up to the brim with his cum. You came shortly after, the overstimulation being too much for you to handle. He laid there for a few seconds, still nestled deep inside of you, waiting for your high to come down. Your fucked out expression was absolutely adorable, and Norman couldn’t handle it. Once you had calmed down, he slowly pulled out, making you hiss. Some of his cum dribbled down your leg, and he got up to go grab wipes, but you wined when he did.

“Later.. Want to.. Cuddle.” You said softly. He smiled, he was not against being in your embrace, and he couldn’t say no to that face of yours. He walked back over, and lifted the blanket for you to shimmy your way in, before laying down next to you. He immediately pulled the blankets over the both of you, before laying on his side, and wrapping his arms around your body. He treated you like porcelain, that if any moment he hugged you just a bit too tight, you’d shatter in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming in content at the warmness your boyfriend gave you.

“Thank you Norman.. For an amazing night. Thank you for treating me right.” You said gently, your hands tracing circles and other shapes on Norman’s back. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, and you could feel him smiling.

“Of course my dear. You deserve all of this and more. I promise to take care of you until the end of time, darling.” That made you smile, your eyes feeling heavy.

“I’ll also have to have a chat with my son about how to treat a lady right.” He added, a chuckle in his voice.

“Oh, don’t even mention him. It’s just you… and I Norman..�� You said gently, before your eyes closed, your breath becoming slower, falling into a deep sleep, comfortable against your lover’s chest.

“Indeed it is, you and I, forever and always my dear.”

Added Extra

Here you were, standing in the kitchen the very morning after, making breakfast for two, instead of three. Your legs ached, as well as the bruise on your neck had formed into a dark purple. Harry walked down the large staircase, and you were unaware of what time he had arrived home, and in all honesty, you didn’t care. He spotted you, about to say something, before noticing your bruised neck, the way you no longer wore your engagement ring, and the way your legs had a slight wobble to them, while standing in place making breakfast. He opened his mouth, about to call your name in anger, before another voice had called your name instead. His father. Norman walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodmorning darling, I assume you slept well?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. He stormed over, and into the kitchen.

“Dad.” Harry said angrily.

“Harry.” Norman responded, calmly, with his hands still wrapped around your waist, his head just turned to meet his son’s angry gaze.

“What are you doing with my fiance?” Harry’s face was contorted with rage, but Norman didn’t seem to care. Norman started to speak, before you put a finger to his mouth.

“Actually, Harry. I am no longer your fiance, and you and I, are over. I’m tired of being the second choice. If you didn’t realize, last night was the third time. The THIRD time, Harry Osborn, that you left me outside of a restaurant, to go to Mary Jane’s house.” You stressed, your voice tainted with anger, Harry tried to talk, but you cut him off.

“You never listen Harry, you never take any interest in what I have to say. So I found someone that did. I found someone that has always listened, supported, cared, and not put me second. So if you even think for a moment that you’re the victim of this, you’re not.” You say, sighing, as Norman rubs your sides, trying to calm you down.

“I hope you treat Mary Jane better than you did me. Because she is a very nice girl, who in all honesty, you don’t deserve.” You said, your tone clearly stating that you were done with him.

“The rings on the counter, go give it to her.” Norman said, and all Harry could do was stare angrily at his father.

“I can’t believe you, with my father too. He’s- He’s way older than you.” Harry said, smoothing back his hair in frustration.

“Yea Harry? Well guess what, your father is the only one who has cared for me the way a lover should. I’m getting tired of seeing your face, you should get a move on.” You sighed, before coming up with an idea.

“And he may be older, but the sex, was absolutely amazing.” You said, winking at Harry. A proud smirk fell onto Norman’s face, while a disgusted look fell onto Harry’s. That was enough to send him storming out the front door. Once he had left, you broke out into laughter.

“He was absolutely pissed.” You laughed, hugging Norman tightly.

“Well he’ll have to get over it, because when I marry you, you’ll be his new mother.” He laughed as well, kissing your forehead.

“Normann!! You sappy idiot.” You giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

“I’m just stating facts, my love.” He grinned.

“Also, was the sex really that good.” He teased, a smirk on his face once again.

“Norman Osborn!” You gasped, faking a shocked expression, before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you just broke out in laughter.

“If you really want to know, yes, yes it was.” You grinned, before the smell of smoke hit your nostrils.

“OH SHIT THE BACON-“ You laughed, pushing yourself away from him.

He was your one and only, forever and always.

[ronaldmcdonaldfucker]

The Right Side of My Neck - Harry Osborn

W.k: 1k

Notes: Harry x Autistic!Reader, this is mostly inspired by my own experiences! Please note that everyone's Autism is different and no two experiences are the same.

Pronouns aren't mentioned

Warnings: mentions of meltdowns, overall a bit angsty

『 Muffled sobs could be heard from outside you and Harry’s shared bedroom, ones belonging to no one other than yourself. It seemed as if everything that could've gone wrong in your week, did. However, instead of opening up about your struggles to your boyfriend, you had decided to bottle them up in your mind until they exploded. And when they broke out, there was no stopping them. Think of it as a Coke bottle, one stuffed with Mentos and shook repeatedly. It fizzes and fizzes when finally, it can't take it anymore. The soda inside shoots out, covering everything in its vicinity. That's how your stress manifests, and today was your breaking point.

There you sat, curled up on your bed, hugging your knees rocking back and forth. You gripped onto yourself in a last-ditch effort to provide any comfort. Everything felt so loud, you felt so sensitive and vulnerable; something you hated feeling. All of your senses felt heightened like you were hyper-aware of every small thing around you. Any sound you heard was ten times louder than usual; and that, combined with the racing thoughts in your head, was all too much.

Queue your boyfriend, coming home from a long day at work, and walking in to find you. The moment he lays eyes on your crumbled state his expression softens. The only thing he's focused on is you, and making you feel better. “Hey, hey, is it okay if I touch you?” he asks, not wanting to upset you more. The last thing he wishes to do is elevate the situation. You nod your head, wishing to feel his warm embrace; something you had been waiting for all day. He grabs you, pulling you onto his lap, and rocking you ever so gently. One hand rubs small circles on your back, while the other plays with your hair gently. He decides against asking you what happened just yet, unsure of whether you’re comfortable with talking yet. He just holds you, whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement in your ear until your sobs turn into small whimpers.

Eventually, you stop crying altogether. Feeling much better than before, you speak up. “I’m sorry, Harry,” you say, voice hoarse from all of the crying. Hearing your words immediately struck pain in the young billionaire's heart. He hated seeing you this way. In his eyes, you were like a butterfly, so beautiful and pure. “Why are you sorry, my love?” he questions, still unsure as to why you're apologizing. You ponder for a second, truly not knowing why you're sorry. You didn't have a reason to be sorry, you just were. Sometimes we feel things and we don't know why, we just do. And that's okay, it's okay to just feel. Coming to the sudden realization that you didn't have a reason to be sorry, you muster out a weak “I don’t know, just… for being me, I guess.” you shrug, your face blank. Suddenly his hand moves from your back to your face. He positions you to face him but doesn't force eye contact. His hand cups your cheek gently, thumb stroking the area below it. “Darling, you don't have to apologize for being you. I love you, I don't care what other people say about you because I know you and how wonderful you are. I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” His words felt warm, his tone sincere with every phrase that left his mouth. Butterflies filled your stomach, after months of dating the effects he had on you still stood strong. You smiled gently, closing your eyes as a single tear fell. Although this time, the tear wasn't one of sadness. You felt content, at peace with yourself at the moment.

That's the last thing you remember before you dozed off, calm in the arms of your lover. Harry smiled to himself, the adoration he felt for you was immense. Every small snore that left your body filled him with more and more happiness. “I love you, Y/N. I truly do,” he whispered, leaving a soft kiss atop your head. You stir a bit in your sleep but quickly go back to peace as his hand played with your hair gently. By the time you woke up, it was already morning and Harry was up out of bed making breakfast. Your headache hit you like a truck, a wave of pain flashed over your body and you groaned in discomfort. Walking over to the bathroom you noticed puffy bags and bloodshot eyes staring back at you. “Ugh, what happened last night?” unsure if your sensory overload was just an incredibly realistic dream or a harsh reality. Shaking your head, you walk out of the room not truly sure if you wanted to know the answer to that question or not. ‘Y’know some questions are better left unanswered’ you thought to yourself. “Morning, love,” Harry grinned at the sight of your awake body. You didn't respond directly, really not feeling like speaking at the moment, which he’s grown to be accustomed to. Instead, you silently walk up behind him, burying your face in his back. This act of affection absolutely melted his heart. “Each and every day I fall more in love with you, Y/N. I hope you know that, darling.”

A perfect morning to come after a shitty evening, it was wonderful. The love and understanding shared between you and Harry were challenged by no other, there was just something about you two that simply felt right. You got each other in a way that no other did. You lived your entire life shunned and outcasted for something that you had no control over, for that reason you grew up hating your disorder. You grew up seeing it as a burden, something that made you lesser than everyone else. But when you met Harry he assured you that you weren't a burden, that you were wholly wonderful, and while your autism made you view the world in a way different than most others, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He changed you, and you changed him, and it was beautiful. 』

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Spin the bottle

Otto Octavius x reader

No warnings, just fluff. Hope you like it! 😄

It had been a long week...a very long week filled with what to seemed to be endless hours of studying and not nearly enough sleep. Luckily for you, there was a lovely invention called coffee. But now as the week finally ended and you finished your exams you decided to relax and celebrate with your friends over some drinks. Instead of meeting up at one of the local bars, you decided to take advantage of the nice weather and have a picnic on the grounds of the campus eager to avoid all the usual noise and rowdiness.

"Brought the best booze my dad's money could buy!" Harry exclaimed with a wide grin joining you and placing down a case of beer with some fancy name you had never heard of before on the picnic blanket that you, Peter, MJ, and a couple others were sitting on.

As you sat there happily, laughing and drinking the evening away with your friends when you noticed someone approach the bench near you. Looking closer, you saw that it was none other than Doctor Otto Octavius. Quietly, he sat down and opened his book, oblivious to the fact that you were staring at him. He had given lectures before and you found you had a bit of a crush on him.

"Ah, Doctor Octavius! Care for a beer?" Harry asked, also noticing the doctor.

Otto quickly glanced up from his book and answered, "No thank you, Mr. Osborne." Harry knew him?! Why didn't he say something before? You wondered, downing your last sip of beer tossing the bottle down beside you.

"Hey! I got an idea!" MJ spoke suddenly, reaching for your empty bottle already sounding a bit tipsy. She placed the bottle on its side in the center of the group. "Let's play spin the bottle." She said, making Peter choke.

"Really? That's for teenagers." Harry groaned, leaning back on the grass. You thought him of all people would be into this. He was practically the college playboy. Although you had to admit it was a bit silly.

"Afraid?' you teased.

"Of what?" He asked raising a brow.

"That you won't live up to your reputation." You retorted with a smirk. MJ and a couple others chuckled.

"Fine! Ok, let's do this." He agreed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders back.

"Who goes first?" You asked, looking at each of your friends.

MJ leaned forward. "I will." With that she spinned the bottle. You all watched silently as the bottle spun around. Slowly, it came to a stop right in front of Peter. His face turned instantly pink. Poor guy. You thought, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. He was already so shy and now he had to kiss his crush in front of everyone else. You kind of felt bad for him. You watched as he and MJ exchanged a quick sweet kiss. How cute they were. If only Peter would admit his feelings...

"My turn!" Harry said, eagerly reaching out to spin the bottle. Once again, silence as the bottle spun around on the blanket. When it stopped everybody burst out laughing, except for Peter who had been chosen once again. Harry shrugged and got up, walking over to Peter. You knew he was going to ham this up as much as possible. As he bent down to give him a kiss, you looked over your shoulder and noticed that instead of reading Otto had become interested in your game, sneaking peeks every so often. You almost wished he would join you. A wish you would soon regret.

"Y/N, your turn." Harry told you returning to his spot. You took a deep breath as you reached for the bottle secretly praying that you wouldn't get Harry or Peter. As much as Harry was your friend, you definitely did not want to kiss him. And poor Peter couldn't take it if he got picked again. With a twist of your wrist you spinned the bottle. Everyone watched it as it spun around and around wondering who it was going to choose next. You bit your lip feeling slightly nervous as it slowly came to a stop...right between you and Peter. You blinked, unsure what to do. Suddenly everyone gasped. You looked up, confused. "What?" You asked. Harry snickered and pointed behind you. Your eyes widened as you looked over your shoulder now realizing why everyone had reacted the way they did. The bottle had landed on Otto.

Unknown to you, he had been watching and was just as stunned. Quickly, he hid behind his book hoping that nobody would bother him. Truth was, he noticed you during his lectures and often he found himself wanting to get to know you better. You were always so polite and insightful, not to mention beautiful...

"Doctor Octavius?" Harry called out. Damn it.

"What is it?" He asked, looking up from his book again.

"The bottle. It...uh...landed on you." He told him.

"But I'm not even playing." Otto pointed out. It was true, he was just sitting there minding his own business, but that didn't matter to a group of drunken college students.

"Rules are rules." Harry insisted, looking smug. You glared at him. Obviously this was payback for that remark earlier. Otto sighed and placed his book down on the bench. You felt your face becoming hot as all eyes fell on you. Beside you, Otto offered you his hand and helped you on your feet. He placed a finger under your chin and titled your head up to face him. You stared into his deep brown eyes and found yourself completely lost in them as you had many times before. Slowly, the whispers from the group began to fade away and all you could hear was the beating of your own heart as it pounded in your chest.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." You assured him.

Looking down at your lips, desiring them against his own he answered, "Who says I don't?"

Before you could answer he leaned down and placed a kiss upon your lips closing the distance between you. As you melted into his kiss you failed to hear the many "oohs" from your friends, only he mattered now. You let out a sigh as you felt his hand press against the small of your back, pulling you closer. This was heaven, you thought as you wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, you noticed everyone had fallen silent each with an equally surprised expression across their faces. This was something none of them had expected, including you. You both let out an amused chuckle before returning to where you had been sitting. This time it was your turn to look smug having beat Harry at his own game. Perhaps playing spin the bottle wasn't so silly after all...

[spideymarvelws]

Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

Word Count : 4.8k

Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection. 

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,” 

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.   

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,” 

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,” 

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention. 

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night. 

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise. 

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

Part two maybe??

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