No One:

IM BACK AND YES I HAVE SM WRITING I NEED TO DO AND IVE PROMISED SOME NEW FICS BUT OHMYGOD I JUST WATCHED THUNDERBOLTS AND #NEWCRUSHUNLOCKED

like whatta cutie pie 🥺

remember the spider-sona trend? Yeah never got to post mine anywhere but I thought it would be perfect on here xx anyway, introducing Spider-Moon, a spidey-sona made and designed by yours truly!

"Bob. You hit me with that sign one more time..."

"I WAS ON METH"

HAHAHAHAHA

I don’t know how to work as a team. Me neither. Well I do.

(insp)

i NEED HIM.

LEWIS PULLMAN Thunderbolts* Interview

poor poor bob

them in civil war

MARVEL IS SO BACK

GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT

Clint in the vents and that’s his whole personality because he wasn’t fleshed out in the movies → Ava in the walls and that’s her whole personality because she wasn’t fleshed out in the movies

Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief → Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief

Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided she’s just silly like that → Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided she’s just silly like that

Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day → Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day

Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this → Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this

Tony being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer → John being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself

i'm all here for the lewis pullman as bob cinematic universe

"And we were just having sex no I would never call it love" (smut/oneshot/mcu peter)

🂱︎ pairing: mcu peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: You've fallen into being friends with benefits with Peter, but something aches in your heart every time he comes to see you for just sex.

🂱︎ genres: friends with benefits, little bit of angst, songfic, little bit of sweet fluff at the end

🂱 warnings: smutty smut smut (essentially just jumps right into it so I'm warning you now)

🂱 notes: inspired by the song "Sex" by Eden

You opened the door to Peter with dark eyes.

"I have a dinner so just make it quick—"

You were cut off by his lips pressing on to yours. It was messy, and heated. He pushed you onto the wall kicking the door closed. Your hands found his mess of curls, tugging slightly. He pulled away, taking your bottom lip with him. Pinning your hands to the wall on top of your head, showering your neck with open mouthed kisses.

You opened your eyes and your gaze fell on the clock on your wall.

6:14pm. My dates's at 8. God a date. I'm really here with Peter's tongue down my throat moments before I meet some guy to potentially be with. I could tell him to stop? No, he needs me right now. If this is the only way I can have him, then so be it.

Your thoughts ran wild as Peter spent no time in ripping your shirt open and tossing your bra to the side.

You moaned as he made contact with your sensitive spots, knowing your body like the back of his hand.

Your relationship wasn't always like this, Peter had been your friend for the longest time. You inevitably fell head over heels for him, but he'd never show signs of feeling the same. Till one night he had the bright idea to have sex. Just meaningless sex with a friend. Something had changed in him recently, he's bulked up drastically and he's shown signs of strength you've never noticed before. He had this aura of confidence he never had before, and when he needed release, he was primal and hungry. Hungry for you. He'd usually meet you late at night, to blow off some steam, usually on particularly hard days for him. And you'd let him. He was your friend after all right? You wanted to be there for him in any way you could.

The sex was great, don't get me wrong, but you never let yourself stay. You were afraid if you'd let the aftercare last a little too long, or fall asleep in his arms, you'd feel that throbbing pain in your heart, longing for something more.

You were in the bedroom now, his hips pounding mercilessly into yours as he chased his high. You bit into his shoulders, sure to leave marks later on but neither of you cared.

mark me as yours. I am yours y/n.

♪ 'Cause that girl took my heart, And I ain't want it back. No I'm laying down my cards ♪

Your moans filled Peter's mind like a symphony. He wished he could have you. All of you. He hated himself everyday for coming up with this situation, probably making you think all he wanted you for was your body. But he was tipsy, frustrated, and in that moment all he wanted was you. In any way he could get. If his drunk self had just spit out that he loved you instead of that he wanted to fuck you, maybe you could be his right now. But most importantly, he would be yours.

♪ 'Cause you said it meant nothing, and I should've kept my silence But I guess I'm too attached to my own pride to let you know ♪

The feeling of your walls clenching around him snapped him out of his thoughts. He watched as you moaned with your eyes closing shut and your hand gripping the bedsheet. He could watch you like this forever. But as usual, his time with you was never enough. You always seemed to rush away from him after you were both finished. He wanted to hold you, care for you after. He wanted to let you know that he wanted you for more than just this. But he knew you probably didn't want that. That maybe he ruined his chances of ever being with you by scaring you off, making you think he were some playboy who just fucked around with girls when he felt like it. So for now, he cherished what little time he had with you.

♪ That all these words meant nothing, and I've always been this heartless ♪

Your legs started shaking and his thrusts became sloppy as you both saw stars. His hand came to your clit to help you chase yours as he filled you up with his own.

He collapsed on top of you, both your bodies sweating from the pure bliss you had both experienced. Peter rolled off you, his eyes never leaving your heaving figure. Your eyes were shut, hair sticking to your forehead as your breathing started to slow. Peter turned on his side to wipe some hairs away from your face, and kissed your shoulder gently. You then stood up, not letting yourself fall victim to his loving touches.

♪ And we were just having sex no I would never call it love, But love... Oh no, I think I'm catching feelings ♪

Peter watched sadly as you started collecting his clothes and yours, running away from him as usual.

"Here. I have plans in an hour, so sorry to do this but you kinda have to go." You say handing him his clothes.

Peter took his clothes, but held on to your wrist, keeping you from turning away from him.

"Stay. Please, don't go." He pleads quietly.

♪ Just hold on, Remember why you said this was the last time? ♪

"Peter I—" You're cut off by him standing up, his hand coming to cup your cheek and as his thumb grazes your lips.

"You can't do this. You have to go Pete." You reply, even though you didn't want him to leave.

You gazed into each other's eyes, two halves of one soul, looking back at one another. You couldn't take it. A second later you would've leaned in and never have pulled away. So you turned away from him, putting your shirt over your head and sliding your underwear back on.

Peter did the same, but slowly as his mind ran with thoughts of frustration.

"Why do you run away from me." He asked.

"What are you talking about." You replied turning to him. He was in his jeans now, but still shirtless. You fought the urge to look his abs up and down.

"This. Is what I'm talking about. We have sex then what, you run off back home. You kick me out of your apartment— or heck you push me away and won't even let me touch you!" He replies gripping his shirt in his hand.

"Well what do you want Peter. You came up with this arrangement! We're not together, ok. We don't need to burden each other with the aftercare of sex. That's just not part of the deal!" You reply, your voice raising a little more than you would want it to.

"But why not! I hate how you think so low of me that you'd think I'd just want fuck you then leave. I want to take care of you." Peter says stepping closer to you.

"I can't— let you do that." You say in between struggled breaths.

"But why not. I hate this. I hate this y/n—"

"well I'm sorry I'm not enough for you then Peter." You reply interrupting him, tears brimming your eyes.

"NO— That's not what I meant! You are enough, you have no idea how much— I just. You're my— friend." He paused, careful to meet your eyes unaware of the sting in your heart with those words.

♪ So I guess it's... Let die to let live ♪

"I don't want to just... use you, like this. I care about you." Peter pleads. Your eyes are red, your lips in a tight line. He doesn't want you to cry. He doesn't want to hurt you like this. He doesn't mean to.

"I just can't let you do that." You reply, merely a whisper through the tears.

"And why not... why, y/n?" Peter's eyes are brimming with tears now too. The thought of the girl standing in front of him not letting him love her chipping away at his heart.

"It's just easier. That way... I'm not strong enough, to stay." You reply.

"And why is that, my love." He asks.

"Because then I might never leave you." You reply softly. Tears now falling down your face, mixing with the sweat of your earlier entanglement.

♪ And what's good, When both choices I've got have us staring down the barrel to the bullets I can't stop? ♪

"And what if I told you, it pains me every time to see you go." Peter replies, stepping even closer, your distance now matching the closeness from moments ago when he held your face in his hands.

"I fucked us up didn't I?" He whispers. You furrow your eyebrows slightly, confused at what he means.

♪ And so I stand off like indecision's Kevlar ♪

"If I could take back that night, where all I asked of you was sex. I would." He continues.

♪ 'Til this fear of feeling stops and I'm done. But you, No, I don't know how to forget you ♪

"I hate myself for making you think all I wanted you for was sex because— fuck y/n... I love you. Let me be there for you. Care for you! Just say the words, and I'm yours." His breath fans your face, as he scans your eyes for anything that would answer his question.

♪ 'Cause that girl took my heart ♪

A small smile creeps up on your face, and Peter mirrors this. You nod through some more tears, but this time happiness is what caused them.

"Yes?" He asks through his smile. All you can muster is another nod. He brings you in closer to his body once more, and kisses you for what feels like the first time. He picks you up and spins you around, earning a giggle from you. He sets you back down his hand coming to delicately hold your face once more.

"I love you so much y/n. I'm yours."