#peters fixation posting

[petersartstuff]

Jayvik timeline hopping song. You can't change my mind. Also this song's just phenomenal regardless y'all should go listen to it.

[kxtio]

thinking abt my old textposts I made back in 2022…I never posted them anywhere so here

[vivitalks]

young and not too wise

relationships: kate bishop & peter parker

rating: T

total word count: 13.3k

important tags: post-hawkeye, post-spider-man: no way home, canon compliant, 3+1 things, angst, humor, hurt/comfort, kate bishop whump, peter parker whump, friendship, identity reveal

warnings: dognapping (HE'S FINE), kidnapping, non-consensual drug use (sedation), panic attacks, canon-typical violence & injury

summary:

Spider-Man does a double-take. “Kate?” he says, and then, stumblingly, “Uh, Bishop? From, uh, I— I recognize you from the— the…news.” “The news?” Kate’s brow furrows. “What are you talking about?” “Yeah, you’re the new Hawkeye,” Spider-Man says. “Right?” (Or: Three times Kate Bishop met Spider-Man, and the one time she learned his name.)

titular installment in the Kate & Peter New York Shenanigans series!! with a moodboard and everything, wow, production value has really gone up on fanfiction these days

[alovesicklunatic]

I saw an image and I knew what most be done <\3

I have no idea what the context of this image is, I just saw it and went “yup… it’s them.”

Original image ofc ^^

I butchered the image trying to crop the people out rip.

[justsomerandohere]

remember when I said I was thinking about a how to train your dragon + Andy’s apple farm au?

Well I drew a concept-ish thing for it!

This is Andy’s dragon, Shuffle. She’s a Snafflefang!

(I drew a snafflefang from memory bc this was during Spanish class so she may not look super accurate but that’s okay)

[pinktwinkiezoppo]

Me trying to explain how two characters from two different franchises are related to each other

[helloarchivist]

Night Wolf dir. Jonathan Glendening

[petersartstuff]

I've started posting the fanfic I've been working on!!! It's a heavy one but things will get better eventually I promise.

SUMMARY: Viktor dies of his illnesses before he starts being transformed by the Hexcore. Jayce will do anything to get him back.

For some reason my brain latched onto Viktor's (original) Deathsworn Viktor skin back when Season 1 first came out and I made this whole AU but never wrote it. Well. I'm finally making it! Blending Arcane, League, and HC lore for this.

[kaythefloppa]

There's also how Jake and the Neverland Pirates included a character that was only exclusive to the original Peter and Wendy book: The Never Bird.

Admittedly, in her debut appearance, she's the antagonist of the episode, but she later befriends and helps Jake and his crew. In the original book, she befriended and helped Peter Pan, which is not that far off.

For a preschoolers show that doesn't strictly abide by the franchise's canon, it's really clever with references to source material that even Disney's main animated canon overlooks.

Jake and the Neverland Pirates: Reusing Old Concepts for a New Generation’s Peter Pan

I know the Jake series isn’t super popular with a lot of serious Peter Pan fans because of how silly it is at times, but one thing I really loved about the show was how it repurposed concepts that were scrapped from the original Disney film and gave them new life.

For example, Mary Blair’s concept art for the Jolly Roger is very different from what we end up with in the final film with its bold striped sails.

The design didn’t quite fit with the story Disney wanted to tell. But for the Jake universe—with a more flamboyant Hook and a younger audience—it works perfectly.

We also get to explore plot points that didn’t make the final cut—such as the (very meta) question “What if Hook obtained a copy of Peter Pan?”

And—in the same episode—“What if Nana came with the children to Neverland?”

They even bring back Barrie’s concept of the “kiss” that Wendy wears on a chain around her neck in the final episode. (Where she ironically ends up saving Hook from his own greed and selfishness with an actual kiss on the cheek.)

So yeah... Say what you will, but I love the Jake series.

[notquitecanon]

Not Quite Canon's Masterlist:

Just another multifandom imagines blog. All works are dated- so you can date my progress and track as my ADHD brain jumps from one hyper-fixation to the next

** Indicated NSFW. 18+ MDNI

Do Not Repost! Please and Thanks <3

Requests/asks are always open, the rat in my brain likes receiving little messages and notes of inspiration :)))

Works & Playlists below the cut!

Criminal Minds x Marvel crossover 2019, unfinished (masterlist)

Marvel: 

Spangled Stars || Steve Rogers x Reader (2019)  Whiplash || Peter Maximoff x Reader (2019)  Like a Good Neighbor || Bucky Barnes x Reader (2019)  Chance Encounter || Spiderman x Reader (2020)  Look at You || Moon Knight system x reader (2023) **  Call Me… || Matt Murdock x Reader (2024) 

See Also: Miguel O' Hara Playlist on Spotify 🎧 Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

Criminal Minds:

Christmas Vacation || Spencer Reid x Reader (2019)  Fun Facts || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) Thief! || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020)  Missing || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) 

See Also: Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

John Wick:

First Impressions || John Wick x Reader (2020)  With & Without || John Wick x Reader (2021) 

DC Comics:  

Zero Stars || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Beverage Napkin || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Stop Worrying || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Ghosting || John Constantine x Reader (2023)

See Also: Adrian Chase Spotify Playlist 🎧

Ghostbusters: 

Here, Let Me || Dr. Egon Spenger x Reader (2021)  Mandatory Attendance || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2021)  Happy Golden Days || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader  Snow || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  For Emergencies Only || Dr. Egon Spengler (2022)   >Part 2   (Metaphorical Rescue Eggroll) >Part 3  (The Love Hypothetical) Dust and Motor Oil || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader (2022)  Stardust & Fungi || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  Tell ‘em bout the Twinkie || Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader (2023)  Hypno!kink headcanon (2022) (plotbunny free to good home) ** See Also: Ray Stantz Spotify Playlist 🎧 I Wanna Be Ghostbuster Playlist 🎧

That 70s Show:

First Dates || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Snowed In || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Comfort || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Slippery & Cold || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020) ** 4 Things Steven Hyde Agreed To & 1 He Didn’t || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)

Star Wars: 

From the Start || Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader (2019)  Strings || Obi-Wan Kenobi x Politician!Reader (2020)  Disappointment || Kylo Ren x Reader (2020) ** Sacrifice and Devotion || Din Djarin x Reader ( 2023)  See Also: Din Djarin Playlist on Spotify 🎧

Twilight: 

Cowardice || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Bad Moods || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Attitude Adjustment || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  The Moment Before Eternity || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Firsts || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Spiked Punch || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)  GTA || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)

Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Insufferably Admirable || Astarion x Reader (2023)   > Part 2 (Foolishly Admirable - 2024)   See Also: Astarion || The Pale Elf playlist on spotify 🎧

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare: 

Keep Talking || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024) ** Warmth || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  Dense || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  A thought about Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >>Search History || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >> Virtual Breadcrumbs || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) (Part 1.5) ** >> IRL Plug and Play || Poly!141 x reader (2025) (Part 3) ** ~~~~Any additional asks or headcanons are posted under the #searchhistory on my blog!

Familiar and Whiskey || Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (2024)** Some clever sleep pun title || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2025)

See Also: POV: ur in love with Johnny "Soap" McTavish playlist 🎧

POV: ur in love with Simon “Ghost” Riley 🎧

[polutrope]

As TRSB reveals approach, a few reminders to creators based on past experience:

Hundreds of long fics are about to drop in one fandom at the same time.

It is not realistic to expect comments and kudos on a 5k+ word fic in the first few hours, or even days, of posting. Be patient.

Be so so careful about the downward spiral of speculating on why your fic isn't being read first, why something else is more popular, etc etc. You don't know. You can't know. Conserve that mental energy.

Yes, it's exciting and you probably want to read all those new fics! But if you're finding it too hard to read without also comparing and fixating on your own fic, it's okay to walk away from the computer/phone and do something else. Your friends and favourite authors will be delighted to hear your reactions when the initial period of engagement has petered off and you feel more resilient.

Relatedly, you are not a bad person for comparing or feeling envy. This is a normal human emotion and a rational evolutionary reaction to feeling unnoticed/left out/unprotected by "the group". We evolved this way. Acknowledge that feeling, take time to consider why you're having it, and be nice to yourself.

And to readers:

It is NOT WEIRD to leave a comment after 24-48 hours. Please, please, please internalise this. I know it feels "wrong" in our culture of rapid-fire "content" but it's NOT. The most disappointing/defeating thing to me as a creator is passing that 24-hour mark and accepting that that's probably all the comments I'm going to get. Prove me wrong, please.

And please no one send anon messages complaining about unsolicited advice. If it doesn't apply to you, ignore it.

[asterias-record-shop]

♫ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡… TASM!Peter Parker with the bingo prompt ‘himbo’?

alright, so the thing is I feel like peter is really book smart but he is so oblivious otherwise, like if someone flirts with him it goes completely over his head. so reader has been his best friend for years and recently has been trying to drop hints that she likes him, and eventually she gets fed up of him being so oblivious that she just kisses him and he gets all whiney and then they do the devils tango (i am so sorry i’m really awkward when requesting 😭) but could there also be a size and praise kink, as well as an oral fixation? (if you don’t feel comfy pls delete this!!)

i hope u have a good day/night 💕

—𓆩[my beautiful idiot]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

nvm anon honey i couldn't sleep without posting this, i hope you enjoy it!!!

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - TASM! Peter Parker x Best Friend! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.7K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Peter have been best friends for what seemed like eternity, and has been in love with you for what seemed like forever, but he’s not going to give up — no matter how much it seems like you don’t like him back. The kid you babysit though that is way too old to be babysat disagrees though, and tries to show him how much you were in love with him too.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - crossover time|| heavily inspired by this interview/edit with Will Poulter (love him so much) || cursing & foul language || mentions of violence || Peter gets hurt || whiny Peter is best Peter || smut warnings include oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, praise, size kink, breeding kink, oral fixation, possessiveness, marking kink, biting, hickies, possibly more?

Miles was a helpless bystander between the two of you. It never worked out, not whenever Peter was too stupidly in love with you he never saw the hints that you dropped.

“Peter, I’m telling you, she’s in love with you!” Miles wanted to strangle the other Spider-Man, very very violently.

“I don’t… I don’t think she is,” Peter mumbles, a pout on his lips as he swirled pasta around his fork, one that you often made because it was his favorite. Was that not hint enough? You knew his favorite fucking pasta! “I don’t think I’m her type.”

“Who’s type?” You walked into the living room, plate in hand full of the cream based pasta you made on the side.

“Yours! Your type!” Miles grins. “Your type.”

“My type?” You hummed, thinking as you tap your chin. “My type… would be smart. Handsome, funny. Nerdy,” you look over at Peter who was still pouting. “Loves pasta.”

Miles slurps up some of the noodles, nodding. “I wonder who that could be!”

“Yeah, I wonder,” Peter mumbles, face falling as he scooped pasta into his mouth. “I wonder.”

“Really? In this room?!” Miles yells, moving his hands to gesture around the apartment. “I wonder?!”

Peter looked around, eyes narrowing. “You like Miles?”

How the fuck could he be so stupid?

“That’s it! I’m done!” Miles stood, looking at you. “He’s hopeless! Completely and utterly hopeless!”

You sigh, standing up too. “I could’ve told you that.”

You go around the couch, taking Peter’s finished plate of food as his face scrunches. “Who’s hopeless?”

“Oh baby,” you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. He didn’t think much of it, you did kiss him on the cheek often. “You are. You’re such a himbo.”

“A what? What’s a himbo?”

“It’s like… a beautiful idiot,” you press another kiss to his cheek, pulling back his chestnut hair from his face. “You’re my beautiful idiot.”

He pours as you walk away, Miles shouting out a goodbye as you finish your food and start cleaning up the dishes.

He didn’t want to be your ‘beautiful idiot’ — he wanted to be yours, overall and absolutely, he wanted to tick every box you ever wanted, he wanted to be yours. If he could, he’d want you to mark him as yours for forever and eternity, he just wanted you. He wanted a mark on him that said you owned him, just like you owned his heart for what seemed like forever.

“Peter? Don’t you have to go on patrol?” You yell out, snapping Peter out of his thoughts.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m going!” He goes into your room because he basically lived with you at this point, grabbing his suit and getting dressed with the door open.

“Peter?” You’re standing at the doorway, arms crossed as he stumbled into his suit, trying his best not to fall on his face. “Miles’ parents invited us over for dinner. I told them yes, you promise not to be late?”

“Yeah, I promise,” he grunted breathlessly as he quickly finished putting on his suit, looking around. “Where’s my mask?”

“Peter,” you say again, more stern this time as you walk over, bending down to pick up something from the ground. He froze when you stood in front of him, fixing his suit before handing him the mask. “Promise me you won’t be late.”

He smiled down at you, wide and his honey brown eyes shining. “I promise. Do I dress nice or casual?”

“Nicer than casual,” you say with a sigh, your hands rubbing against his chest to flatten out the suit, thinking about the fact he wore nothing underneath it. “I’m going to go over there early to help Rio cook, but I need you there by seven. Did you hear that? By seven. Dinner starts at seven-thirty, but I need you there by seven.”

He smiled, leaning down teasingly. “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, I’ll be there by seven.”

You sigh, a smile on your face as you pat his chest. “Be safe, and take care of Miles if he tags along, okay?”

“I will.”

You both stay there for a few seconds, his eyes staring at your lips as you worriedly push your hands through his hair. You did it often, so much so that it became something you didn’t have to think about doing, or it was something you did when you were nervous.

What you both did were couple things, why weren’t you together? It was because Peter was too much of a beautiful idiot to know otherwise.

“Promise me you’ll be safe, and protect Miles if he goes. Don’t eat on your patrol, Rio is making the best food ever. And you have to be there by seven.”

“I promise,” he pushed your hair back behind your ear, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“By seven!” You yell as he jumps out the window, sighing with a smile. “I swear, if you weren’t hot I would’ve stopped trying by now.”

It was seven-ten. Seven-fucking-ten. You helped Rio make arroz con gandules while she took care of the main course - chicken con sofrito - and she had also tasked you in making a grilled salsa. You were smashing it inside of the molcajete, the grinding and the scratching making Miles and his father wince.

“Y/N, honey do you want me to uhm… take over… that?” Jefferson asks as he comes closer to you.

“Nope,” you say as Rio dipped her fingers into the salsa and coughing. “Oh no, is it bad?”

“N-No,” she cleared her throat, coughing. “Just spicy, very spicy. Are you mad, honey?”

“You have no fucking clue,” you basically growled as Miles and Jefferson slowly stepped back.

“You have any clue where this kid is?” Jefferson whispers to Miles, looking over. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat that salsa.”

“I-I’ll find him,” Miles says, nodding. “Just… distract them.”

First, he checked your apartment. He looked around, searching for anything that would show Peter was home, and when he found nothing — it was to the streets he went. He changed quickly, already swinging out the window to find the beautiful idiot. It didn’t take him long, quickly going to their favorite spot and finding him lounging, snoring extremely loudly.

“Peter! Peter, what the hell are you doing?!” Miles slapped Peter through the mask, gasping when he saw the gashes and lacerations all over his body. “Holy shit, Peter!”

He snapped up, gasping as he looked around. “What time is it?”

“Like seven-thirty already dude!” He quickly looks around. “What happened?!”

“I was helping a bank robbery, got dammit, Y/N is going to kill me!” He tries to stand, groaning loudly as he holds his side.

“Stop moving! Stop! Y/N taught me how to stitch people up, just lay down!” Miles ordered the older Spider-Man, forcing him to lay back as he grabbed the medical supplies.

“There’s no point, they’ll heal soon enough, I need to get home. Y/N is going to kill me!” He quickly stood, the gashes already getting smaller and less deep. “Let’s go!”

Miles groans. “Am I the babysitter or you?!”

He swung after him, Peter quickly swinging into your room and looking through the dresser that held his clothes. “Oh, come on! Y/N moved my clothes around.”

“Y/N does your laundry?” Miles asks, groaning. “Do you not how in love with you she is?!”

“We switch on laundry duty! It was her weekend so I cooked,” he grabbed a button down, groaning. “Thank fuck she washed my favorite.”

He grabs some new underwear from the drawer, smiles face palming as he rushes to the restroom to get changed. “You're going to bleed through that!”

“No I’m not!” He yelled back, walking out in his new clothes. “I covered the stuff with gauzes.”

“Okay, go upstairs, I’m going to swing up to my room and change, alright?”

He nodded. “Right.”

They both went to Miles’ apartment in different ways, Peter knocking on the door and when it swung open, he smiled at you. You gasped when you saw his gashed face, quickly reaching up. “What happened?!”

“Bank robbery, I passed out on top of a building. So sorry I’m late.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands settling on your waist. “Dinner going well?”

“I-I made a salsa, are you okay?” Your hands quickly cup his face, twisting and turning as you sigh. “Rio’s going to freak! God fuck, Peter!”

He laughed. “You have no reason to worry, honey. I’ll just say I… ran into a tree.”

“A tree?!”

“Look at that! Peter’s here!” Miles yelled, running forward. “Let’s eat!”

When everyone sat down at the dinner table, it was obvious something was a little off. “I uhm… how is work, Y/N?”

You clear your throat, nodding at Rio’s question. “It’s going really well! I’m really happy there.”

“Peter, you moved in with Y/N already?” Jefferson asked, scooping food into his mouth. “It’s about time.”

“What do you mean?” Peter paused his actions of stuffing his face, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Well… you both are dating, right?” Rio asked, looking over at Miles. “Mijo always told us you were…”

“No, we’re not,” you say, a sad smile on your face. “But Peter does basically live with me! He does my laundry, cooks, you know, normal stuff.”

“Normal… couple stuff,” Rio filled in. “You pay rent too?”

“I-I tried, but Y/N didn’t let me,” Peter says softly, shrugging. “She said that she didn’t need my help with it.”

It goes quiet for a minute before Miles laughs awkwardly. “Hey, guys! I passed my biology test!”

You smiled when Miles saved you both from the awkward moment, cheering as everyone continued to talk about how they knew Miles was going to pass. Peter wasn’t that into the conversation, he was extremely preoccupied.

You both did do a lot of couple stuff.

For fucks sake, you both even slept with each other. Why weren’t you both dating, why?

When dinner was done and a few drinks were put in after Rio forced Miles to go to bed, you both went back up to your shared apartment. You giggled as you opened the door, smiling back at him. “Do you want to watch a movie or go straight to sleep, what do you want to do?”

“Can I talk to you, Y/N?” He slowly takes your hand, pulling you toward your room.

You giggled, shrugging. “Well, straight to sleep it is then.”

He sat on the bed, parting his legs and pulling you between them making you giggle. “Everything okay?” You whisper, pushing his hair back as you leaned down to press your forehead to his. “I know something’s not. What’s up?”

“Why did you say we’re not dating?” He pouts up at you, a giggle falling from your lips. “Hey, it’s not funny! We… we do things that couples do, why aren’t we a couple? I know… I know you might not-”

“For fucks sake Peter, shut up.”

He gasped as you pulled his face up, your lips pressing to his as your nails softly press into his skin, soft but firm all at once. He groaned loudly, his hands pulling you closer before you pulled away, a whine falling from his lips. “What’re you doing?”

His words were almost slurred together even though the alcohol he drank had little to no effect on him. It makes you laugh as he leaned up, pressing more kisses to your lips before he pulled your body solidly against his own, fixing your position so that you sat on his lap and your hands were around his neck. “What baby, you don’t want me to stop kissing you?”

He hummed, shaking his head. “No, you can’t… ‘s unfair.”

You started to laugh even harder as he basically whined, trying to pull you down for more kisses. You hummed as he started to lay back, hands pushing through his hair. “I need you… I need you, Y/N.”

You rose a brow, rolling your hips into his. “Need? Need’s a big word, baby,” you respond, smiling down at him as he groaned into your neck. He shifts you both so that you were laying on your back, leaning down to keep kissing your lips.

He was addicted, now that he had one taste, he never wanted to stop. His tongue pushed into your mouth, desperately swirling his own around yours as you groaned into his mouth, the minute he pulled away was when you swallowed the mixed saliva gathered at the back of your throat. You hummed as he leaned down, his lips pressing to your for a quick kiss, going over and over again with small breaks in between.

“Peter,” you giggled, his mere hum the only proof he was listening. “Are you just going to kiss me or are you going to get a little adventurous?”

He pauses, tilting his head. “Adventurous?”

You laughed. “Fuck, my beautiful idiot,” you pulled him down for another kiss, your teeth grazing his deliciously making him groan before you pulled away. “You can put that mouth to better use somewhere else.”

He paused, his mind taking a minute to process. “Oh. Oh, yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly pressed one last kiss to your lips before letting his lips slowly, slowly trail down your body while slipping off your clothes, his nimble fingers leaving a trail of fire on your now bare body. He paused as he stared down at you, his eyes dark and pupils blown as he inhaled.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His words make you groan, hands pushing your thighs apart as his head slowly pushes between them, his mouth already hot on your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, his tongue already exploring your wetness and his fingers pushing into your slit, smearing all of it up and down before settling it on your clit.

He wasted no time, groaning as your hands thread through his hair, holding onto his brown curls like the were handles and your thighs settling on his shoulders. He paused though, pulling away making you whine softly, head tilted again. “This is okay, right? I should’ve asked.”

Fuck, why was he so fucking adorable? “Yes honey, this is okay. More than okay.”

He smiled widely, biting his lip. “Good, because your cunt tastes even better than your mouth.”

You gasped as he pushed his face between your legs again, his lips latching on your clit as he pushed a finger inside of you. Your back arches, eyes widening before they roll back into your head, his finger pushing and pumping trying to find the right rhythm, teasing you. He gasps as you tug on his hair, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he groans against your clit, the vibrations making you shiver.

“F-Fuck, Peter.”

He hummed, enjoying the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his finger, curling it inside of you to feel your body writhe underneath his touch. His eyes roll back as a shiver runs down his back, groaning into your clit that he never let his mouth off of for too long, only shifting his head to get into a new angle. You tasted so fucking good, your swollen clit evidence of his torment, but there was something else. Something he couldn’t describe, he could feel you, all of you.

He could feel every clench of your walls, every shiver that ran up your back. He could hear every stutter of your breath, the skip of your heartbeat, every soft whimper you tried to hide as that one finger continues to find every pleasure spot that not even you knew existed. He could taste you with every lick, every suck of his mouth, his teeth even grazing your sensitive skin if he got too focused.

He finally pulls away from your clit, a thick string of saliva attaching your swollen bud of muscles to his lips, your hips bucking as he stares at your greedy cunt trying to suck his fingers back in every time he pulls out. He groans loudly as the shiver running down his back gets stronger, and the twisting of your stomach turns tight, your thighs shaking as your hips rut into his fingers until his mouth joins the actions of sucking on your entrance as another finger attempts to push into your pussy.

You gasped as your hips bucked without warning, your spongy walls enveloping both of his digits, and your mind blurring from how hard the orgasm hits you. Peter doesn’t even stop though, groans falling from his lips as he pulls out his fingers making you whine, your attempts to ride your hips into them failing. His tongue pushes into you though, a gasp leaving your lips as you automatically tighten your thighs around his head, not that he was complaining.

He could be like this for hours, his tongue pushing into you as his thumb rubbed circles into your overly-sensitive and swollen clit, hard but focused and his fingers pushed back into you. His tongue never stopped moving though, flicking and lapping, his mouth sucking and popping sensually against your pussy, groans that sent vibrations from your pussy straight to the growing knot in your stomach making you whine.

You had just cum, but it wasn’t like he had probably even cared about what it would do to your body, how sensitive it would make your body to every movement he made. His mouth sucked on the opening of your cunt, opening his mouth wide to push his tongue into you as your hips buck into his mouth. Your fingers tug on his hair, whimpering as he rolled your clit between his thumb and pointer with his other hand, his tongue thrusting into you as far as he could, an ache forming in his jaw as he tried to get his mouth anywhere and everywhere on your body.

He could feel the sparking along his spine again, your stomach clenching all over again as his fingers rubbed against that sensitive spot inside of you. His fingers twist, curling inside of you as he tries to push another finger into you, the stretch making you scream out as a shiver runs down his spine, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he swallows everything leaking out of your cunt.

He wanted more. He wanted to taste everything coming from your cunt, everything you had, just everything. He didn’t want to stop, his third digit pushing into you and the squelching filled his ears, his breathing heavy and panting into your cunt. His thumb continues its torment on your clit, rubbing and the shocks running through your body as your thighs shake and fingers shakily scratch against his scalp.

Your body was coated in sweat, stomach tight as his fingers edged you onto the climax of another orgasm, they always came quick after the first. Your body was sensitive all from him, your nipples hard and pebbled from the cold air of your room, bottom lip bitten raw from trying to hold back your moans before he squeezed at your clit - the only thing he needed to do to get you to start moaning out for him.

He loved the sounds you made, getting drunk off of your moans and whines combined with the taste of your arousal and your cunt making his dick hard and his senses overflow. He pushed his three fingers into you as deep as he could, all the way to his knuckles to watch your cunt convulse and feel those same sparks on his spine.

“Peter! Peter wait, Peter- fuck!”

Your third orgasm brought you to tears, vision going black as you squeezed your thighs together, hands gripping his chestnut curls as you tried to steady your breathing. He hummed into your cunt, softly patting your clit making you yelp in surprise, parting your legs to watch as he slowly pulled away. “Are you alright?”

You stared at him, almost dumbfounded. “Y-You… you just ate me out and made me cum three times and you’re asking if I’m alright?”

His brows furrowed as he leaned up, wiping his mouth before licking the back of his hand where all your juices went and kissing under your eyes. He was careful not to get too close to your actual eyes, just in case, only kissing where tears fell. “You’re crying. I don’t like it when you cry.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck after he slowly pulled off his shirt and tugged his pants down to his ankles before kicking them off. “I’m crying out of pleasure. You make me feel so good, Peter.”

He smiled widely down at you, leaning lower to press another kiss to your lips. “Well, I want to make you feel better. Especially with how good you’re making me feel, princess, you make me feel so good. Make me so happy.”

“W-Wait!” Your voice was loud, surprising him as he stared up at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I… I want to ride you. Please?”

He pauses, but nods with a smile. “Alright. But you can’t be gentle. Don’t be gentle. I want it all.”

You nodded, laughing loudly as he twisted you both over, helping you steady yourself over his aching cock. It was long, thick and veiny, tip red and leaking precum in desperation as he whined, bucking his hips. You giggled, slowly wrapping your hand around his before he nodded and watched as you slowly sunk down.

You gasped, nodding as he slowly pushed into you, his head tilting back and his mouth falling open. Your eyes rolled back into your head, vision blurring as his girth stretched you out even more, every time you thought he bottomed out the more he kept pushing. You whined loudly, hands pushing against his chest as he groaned loudly, eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath.

His body was sheening with sweat, a smile blooming on his face as you dug your nails into his chest, scratching against his skin as you tried to compose himself. This is what he wanted when he wanted you to claim him, he wanted your nails to scratch on his body, your mouth to leave hickies and bite marks, he wanted to be yours.

He watched as you slowly started to bounce on his cock, his eyes staring at your bouncing tits before letting them wander down your body, staring at the bulge on your lower stomach. He hissed loudly as you got harder, fixing your position as your clit rubbed against his pelvis, eyes rolling back.

Your cunt felt just as good wrapped around his cock as it did wrapped around his tongue and fingers, every movement had it squelching and convulsing around his shaft, loud groans falling from his lips as his large hands settled on your hips, thumbs settling on that giant bulge on your stomach.

He watched your mouth fall open as you screamed out, fixing both of your positions to buck his hips up into you and watch your boys fall forward. He kept your body against his, flipping you both over to wrap his arm around your body and press his face into your neck, groaning loudly into your skin as your nails dragged against his back.

He thrusted as hard as he could, desperate to find his climax as your body bounced with this thrusts, loud moans leaving your lips with each thrust and his name falling from your lips over and over. “Yes baby, you’re doing so good. Your cunt is so fucking good baby, I love the way you feel around my dick,” he groans, gasping as your mouth pressed to his skin. “Fuck, fuck yes princess, I want to be covered in you. Want your hickies and your kisses, your scratches and your bites, I don’t care, I want to be covered in you.”

You obviously didn’t expect him to be so into marking, but of course, you weren’t going to say no. You sucked bright purple marks on his skin, digging your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your screams as the bed slammed into the wall, the squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin echoing against the wall was enough chorus of your sex.

You could feel his dick driving into the deepest parts of you, stretching your cunt so that if you looked down you could see the bulge that just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers rubbed against your clit, whispers of praise falling from his tongue as those same sparks ran up his spine, his stupid little mind finally connecting the dots. “Are you about to cum? Are you about to cum baby?”

You nodded your head into his marked up neck, your tongue slowly licking against the bite mark on his neck as you whined into his neck. “Fuck, fuck Peter! Fuck, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Yes you can baby, you can,” he whispers, pulling away to hold your chin. “Look at me fucking you baby, don’t you want me to keep fucking you? I’ll make you feel better than you make me feel, I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll pump all my cum inside of you and you’ll be such a perfect girl for me and take all of it, right?”

Your eyes rolled back, mouth lulling open as you nodded mindlessly. “Yes! Yes, I will, I’ll take all of it!”

“Fuck, fuck Y/N, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to cum inside of you, fill you up and watch all of my cum make your stomach bulge,” his voice gets huskier, almost like a growl as his thrusts get rougher, messier. “Fucking hell!”

You screamed this time, watching as he completely pulled out of you just to slam back in, your mind blurring as he continued to pull out and slam back in. You could feel your thighs shaking, that knot in your stomach threatening to break. “Peter, Peter! I’m going to cum, I need to cum!”

“No!” He whined, shaking his head as he started to get faster, his hips rough as his hands held your sides, eyes rolling back. “I’m gonna cum, cum with me. Please honey, I want to feel you, I need it.”

A final scream falls from your lips as he bottoms out, eyes rolling back and body shaking as your fourth orgasm absolutely blurred your mind, endless babbles leaving your lips as he panted above you. He stared down at your stomach, the bulge that shouldn’t have been able to get bigger successfully larger. “Fuck honey, look at what I did to your pretty tummy.”

You did, your mind still slightly hazy, but your mouth fell open when you saw the bulge and a whine fell from your lips. “Y-You’re still hard.”

He smiled. “It’s from the spider bite.”

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Kira’s Masterlist

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..work in progress

Mafia Trilogy

Members Yandere types

Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Vito Scaletta

Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

Yandere Alphabet

Mortal Kombat 1, 11, and X

Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

Mk11 Yandere sub-zero and scorpion

Yandere MK11 harem x reader

Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

Yandere Johnny,Lao and Erron with a darling in a wedding dress

Kung Lao

General Yandere headcannons

Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

Erron Black

He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

Johnny Cage

Platonic yandere with a young star

Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Johnny w/ singer! S/O

Kenshi

yandere kenshi who is obsessed w/ your touch

Raiden

Yandere Raiden take cares of sick darling

Yandere Raiden with disabled darling

Yandere Raiden sleepwatches you

Yandere Raiden harem

Baraka

Soft yandere drabbles

Mark Grayson

Yan! Mark grayson gets jealous over your friends

Yan! Mark w/ rebel darling

DC

platonic yan! batboys reacting to you dating

Mark Grayson w/batsis (crackkkk)

platonic yan! jason x dick x batsis

Weaponized incompetence discussion post

Yan! Platonic! Jason and Dick w/ understanding batsis darling batboys w/ Autisic reader w/ oral fixation Batfam reacting to affectionate batsis

creep! Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon w/ darling that's taking a shower

Jason Todd

Platonic !yan¡ Jason w/ batsis darling

Platonic yan! Jason w/batsis that died by the joker with him

Platonic yan! Jason’s reaction to you dying and coming back

Dick Grayson

Platonic !yan! Dick w/ batsis darling

discussion post ^

Platonic!yan! Dick w/ bullied batsis

Romantic!yan! Dick w/baby trapped darling

Romantic! Yan! Dick kissing Drabble

Batsis reacts to cheating dick Grayson platonic yan!

Discussion post^^

"Attagirl"

How would Dick’s partner react to his obsession w/ bats is

Tim Drake

platonic!yan! Tim w/ batsis reader

Batchild! w/ platonic!Yan! Tim

Platonic! Yan! Tim w/ medic batsis

Bruce Wayne

Platonic Yan! Bruce w/ robin darling

Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian w/ assassin batsis

Super-family

General hcs w/ platonic yan! Superfam

Marvel

PS5 Peter Parker

yan! Peter x Yan! Harry x reader headcanons yan! Peter w/ darling at coney island

TASM! Peter Parker

Yan!peter kiddnapping darling who is visiting him

NWH! Peter Parker

Yan!peter Parker w/ darling who knows he’s a stalker

Yan!peter Parker reacting to villain darling from another universe

[voidboymads]

Steter Prompt : Stiles doesn't set Peter on fire at the end of S1, but saves him instead

...I just realized while going to post it that I messed up a bit and did the saving at the wrong part D; I hope that's okay! >.< If not, I can totally redo it T_T

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It’s a last-minute decision that Stiles makes as he hands the brewed concoction over to Jackson in the car. The glass flask slips from his fingers as it transfers hands and with it, the guts to throw it in the first place. All night he’d been adamant about - about well murder to be honest. After everything with Lydia and the entire town in chaos, it only felt logical to help Scott. That also meant helping Derek but he was still fuzzy on where Derek stood with the rest of them. Something on the drive over gnawed at Stiles, though. He couldn’t stop remembering the parking garage - the conversation he’d had with Peter.

That crazy psycho was going to give him a gift.

A ‘what if’ he’d been fawning over all semester while watching Scott try to figure things out. Sure, jealousy was there - even amidst the friendship and the desire to help but he couldn’t stop thinking about Peter’s question.

Even if he knew his answer would remain the same, the thought that someone felt that he had the potential to be something more than what he was, more than the comedic relief and a wiz with the computer, was pretty fucking nice.

Peter had called him the clever one.

Decisions. Decisions.

“Wait, Jackson - it actually might not work!” He screams this as they exit the car - pulling right up to the big showdown, but it does no use. Jackson throws the flask anyway. When Peter catches it, Stiles sucks in a shaky breath - a hopeful gasp as it remains intact.

It’s only when the arrow from Allison’s bow hits it - igniting it, that Stiles loses it all. There’s a chance that it won’t engulf him with just his arm aflame but then Jackson takes his own flask and throws it without a second thought.

Peter is wrapped in waves of fire and Scott is sending him to the ground and all Stiles can think is that Peter called him the clever one.

“Derek - if you do this, I’m dead.” Scott’s words filter in and Stiles realizes Peter’s not on fire anymore. He’s lying on the ground, burned to a crisp. Derek hangs over him, glaring down at him with a purpose. The purpose they were all there for that night, and yet - Stiles feels a tug in his chest and his feet are moving on their own. “ - what am I supposed to do?” Scott sounds desperate, but Derek’s gaze won’t stray from Peter’s face.

“You’ve already decided,” Peter gasps, his body bloody and shaking from physical trauma. Stiles’ heart is hammering so loud in his chest, he’s sure everyone there can hear it but all noise begins to drown out again - Peter’s words ringing through like he’s the only one there. “I can smell it on you!”

Derek raises his clawed hand and Stiles flings himself between them without hesitation. “Wait!” He yells, shielding himself over Peter’s body and he just knows - he knows the choice he’s made and the ramifications that will follow from it. He almost expects Derek to claw the shit out of him for mere spite of ruining his crowning moment but silence follows. A heavy one that seems to stretch out for too long.

Stiles lifts his head, his eyes catching everyone’s faces as they stare back at him with mixtures of shock and disbelief. Derek’s screams anger - flared nostrils, brows scrunched, a glaring gaze fixated no longer on Peter, but on him. Those claws remain out, his hand still lifted in the air and Stiles thinks this is it. All the good he’s sure he’s done - all the help he’s given to Scott and Derek and the rest. It’s all for nothing because Derek’s ready to kill him and make sure that Peter drags him down to hell with him.

Except, nothing happens.

Derek lowers his hand, anger slipping into heated confusion as Peter struggles to breathe beneath them. “Why -?”

“I know you want this and I know you have every right but it’s too much.” He’s not exactly sure what he’s doing but he won’t move from his spot. He keeps his arms over Peter as if that might help - though he knows it won’t. But he can’t let this happen - not while he’s in this perplexed state. He can’t tell Derek that Peter called him the clever one and it makes him feel a certain way.

“What the hell are you doing?” Argent’s yelling across the open space, hugging Allison close to him. He’ll never let her out of his sight if Scott stays the way he is, but he can’t let either of them touch Peter.

“He’s done too much,” Derek huffs, and Stiles nods, grimacing as Peter coughs.

“I know - ”

“Stiles,” Scott takes a few steps towards them. “Even if I wanted to stop Derek, it’d be me all the same. I need this or I - I can’t - ”

Peter makes some horrible gurgling noise and Stiles looks back down at him, the stench of his burned body almost a shock to the system at seeing Peter’s icy blue gaze looking back at him. “You don’t know if it’ll work. No one does. Derek and Peter - they were born as wolves. What if - ”

Derek growls and grabs Stiles by the scruff of his shirt. “What the hell does it matter? Get out of the way!” He’s about to toss Stiles and if he gets too far, it’ll be too late. He doesn’t know what he can say to change their minds. It’s a hard win knowing what all they’ve been through.

“H- he is all you have left.” Stiles stammers out. “I know he’s done bad things but he’s your family.” Derek growls again and Stiles shakes like a leaf in his grasp.

“I can always make a new one.” Electric blue eyes flash at Stiles, momentarily stunning him and he knows. He knows if Derek does this and takes that power from Peter that it might be all over for the rest of them. He opens his mouth to protest - to say anything to keep this filibuster going in hopes of winning but Derek surprises him, suddenly dropping him to his feet. “But I can wait. You want him so badly?” He pushes Stiles over, tripping him on the way down.

Stiles lands right next to Peter, catching blue eyes on him as he tries to push himself up.

“You can be his new nurse - since he killed the old one. And when he regains his strength and kills you too, then I’ll have him right back here where I want him.” The words are spoken so harshly that it brings a burning flush to Stiles’ face. He’s done something that can’t be taken back and he can’t even bring himself to look at Scott.

No one but Peter, who’s looking at him like he wants to say something.

“Okay,” Stiles shuts his eyes. “He’s my responsibility.” As much as that might not even be true, he says it anyway.

When he opens his eyes, Peter’s slowly shift to red in their shared silence and Stiles finally feels seen as a deal is made.

[youcouldmakealife]

Paypal Ordering Being Phased Out

TD;LR: everything's still going to be available, just not there.

I’m going to be phasing out the availability of the novels and stories of the week via Paypal by February 28, 2025.

Some key things:

-I’ll be completely honest with you guys — this is totally a money thing.

As the majority of my readers are American, and USD is (typically) a stable currency, that’s the currency I use, but at the end of the day, between fees and currency conversion, I’m losing a significant percentage of every sale. If I switch to CAD that solves the conversion problem on my end, but just leaves readers holding the bag instead. It’s now reached the point that I would pay similar fees with a service that handles 100% of the work on their end, so that’s what I plan on doing going forward.

(A teensy bit of me still associates Paypal with Peter Thiel though, and that part is doing this out of pure Canadian spite. We bottle that shit up like we're maple syrup and it's just about tapping season.)

The stories of the week will still be available to for purchase going forward

I’ll be making the stories of the week from previous Kickstarters available to order as an add-on during the upcoming Kickstarter (I’ll be doing this with the extras from previous Kickstarters as well), and they'll be available elsewhere after the Kickstarter is complete.

If you already own e-copies of the books from Amazon or other retailers, and you’re planning on supporting the upcoming Kickstarter, I’d hold off on ordering the stories of the week.

The Kickstarter is tentatively planned for March (world events make every plan rather tentative right now, especially given I live in a country that Donald Trump's goldfish brain is currently fixated on 'beating'.). After the Kickstarter is finished, those collected stories of the week will be available on another platform (doing final research on where that will be, feel absolutely free to recommend any) on a permanent basis.

If you’d like to order, links are below. All bundles are 10USD (yes, including the one with two books. Admittedly not the most financially wise decision I've ever made).

Though again, I will outright state that, if you already own the book(s) in the bundle, you will be paying less when the Kickstarter rolls around, as the stories of the week will be sold individually, and priced accordingly.

But if you do want to order, the order page is here.

Also, here is a fantastic resource if you’d like to know what stories are included in each (as well as if you're on the hunt to reread something particular, or want to binge every story for a certain pairing, or are the brain-fogged author of this universe. Not to get too specific or anything. Filter instructions are here. I'll be making a separate post to hype it later this week, because it's a such a great resource the breadth of the YCMAL universe)

[nintendo-killed-atari]

Plaything Review, (Spoilers and a long ass post)

Hello hello, insane person here

I’m gonna be honest I’m not surprised about how this Bandersnatch sequel came out, in all honesty it’s not a sequel at all it just “BANDERNSATCH BUT AGAIN.” and a thing or two changed. But if I were to rate it based on it being a sequel I’d put it at like a 2/5, with it being its own episode a 4.5/5 but that’s only due to how much I’ve hyper fixated on this piece of media since forever.

Cameron’s character is, as expected, basically just Stefan but they like turned it up to 10. He’s wearing headphones that are playing his what I’d assume is code, stutters a lot, bro just wants to draw (obviously to show is little goobers to the world but y’know), he got the gamer flavor of autism, and the guy CANNOT keep eye contact.

This also goes along to say that the story hits a bunch of the same story beats in Bandersnatch aswell, the same parental issues as Stefan, ashtray kill, goes to jail, chops up a body in a bath tub, goth clerk, Colin makes a video game reference for no reason, etc. which is fine I guess???? But I feel it ruins the story a bit, like don’t get me wrong I don’t exactly hate the references, I just wish they actually took it a little more seriously.

Lump is Peter in this scenario. He’s one of the main driving forces that moves the story forwards, and is also Cameron’s only friend apparently??? But also I just find it funny how out of giving him an actual name they called him fucking LUMP, like LUMP??? Really??? Alright… Anyways, they make a knockoff LSD scene with him and Cameron as they play Street Fighter, which could be a reference to Striking Vipers if you want it to be lmao. But it the same lighting and all that. But also I kinda feel bad for Lump a little bit because he was just like “Wow video game, let me play a little bit.” But also Cameron clearly covered it up and Lump shouldn’t have messed with it. Then he gets ashtrayed which, yeah…

Thakur’s wig got fucking bandersnatched and he’s fucking bald now with a swag ass ponytail, which, fire. Still has a bit of comedic relief but is a bit out of character. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still great he’s just getting fucking bullied. Although I definitely like how he’s very supportive of Colin and clearly cares about him, even if it’s just from a business standpoint, he’s made sure his mental insanity doesn’t exactly go on the news despite everything even if Colin’s denied him from the looks of it.

Colin Ritman. THE Colin Ritman. The whole reason why I screamed during the middle of math class. Get fucking 3 minutes of screen time. Which… ok??? Colin’s whole point as a character is to just kick start it and then fuck off. Which is fine… BUT WILL POLUTER ISN’T FUCKING STARRING, MR.BROOKER WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!?! Anyways, Colin isn’t too bad of a character but definitely feels downgraded from Bandersnatch. I like how much info we can get from Colin on his desk and walls and whatnot, but maybe I’ll talk about that in another post… The things I’m mainly pissed about is the fucking cliffhanger we were left on, like what do you mean he went fucking gaga? Why did he have his breakdown? I would like to know more about that please.

Colin as a character in both Bandersnatch and Plaything feels so vague, which is good and bad, but it just feels like we don’t know anything about him or something we can based him off of. I get that’s why some people like him, but it feels like the writers don’t exactly know what to do with him except use him move the plot forward. I love Colin, I know a lot of people do but his mentalist mindset isn’t exactly developed fully and it pisses me off, like why’d you reference Sonic? Pac-Man made sense but god. I do see the difference in him being more mean in Plaything whether it was his breakdown or not, and his light plot points but it’s still all so vague.

Sorry I ranted a bit…

Anyways, I genuinely enjoyed this season as a whole, it’s really bringing itself back on its feet, and although Plaything might just be an outlier for Netflix to prompt there games and crap, it’s kinda of what Bandersnatch was as well. Overall it’s a fun watch, even if the ending is vague as hell, it like alright.

Ight gonna go grind on Thronglets byeeeeeeee