moonymarvel

Latest Posts by moonymarvel

a dysfunctional found family with dark pasts and no brain cells who saved the day with the power of friendship can be so personal

poor poor bob

can’t believe it’s actually out finally

no one:

me and my type:

It’s a genre, honestly

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

If mentally unstable why pookie shaped?

category is wet cat man named bob played by lewis pullman

THEY’RE HAVING A BOB OFF

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

"I WAS ON METH"

HAHAHAHAHA

i NEED HIM.

LEWIS PULLMAN Thunderbolts* Interview

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

SAME . LOTS AND LOTS OF FEELINGS .

just finished thunderbolts* and i have FEELINGS

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 🥺

shower sex (smut/oneshot/tasm peter)

🂱︎ pairing: tasm peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: exactly as the title says ;)

🂱︎ genres: SMUT, established relationship

🂱 warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT minors look away !!

🂱 notes: my first tasm peter fic ! (also do you guys prefer the banner of photos on top or a gif? lmk pleaasseee)

"Hey! Occupied" You said as you heard the bathroom doorknob click open.

A dirty, tired Peter then stumbled into the misty bathroom taking off his spidey suit.

"Sorry love, had a long day, I really wanna hop in the shower already." He said stepping in.

"Fine. I don't think we fit though." You said turning your back to Peter and lifting your head up, allowing the warm water to hit your face.

"I'm sure there's room for one more person in here" Whispers Peter in your ear. 

His hands go to your shoulders, and down your arms. He attaches his lips to your neck leaving a trail of love bites that will for sure still be there tomorrow

"Pete-- I'm t-tired -- I just wanna shower in peace--" You said barely able to get a word out as you felt his tongue swirl around  your sweet spot.

Your hands made his way to his hair. tugging slighty, as he continued to kiss down your neck and shoulders.

"What was that darling?  You want me to stop?" He said in between kisses.

Damn him. That nickname was your weakness and he knew it. Hearing it slide off his tongue made you weak in the knees, and definitely turned you on.

"Uggh Fuck you" You mumbled as he continued kissing your neck, his hands now massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples.

"With pleasure darling" He said turning you around to face him. You could see how hard he had already gotten, and his wet abs glistened in the light.

He connected his lips with yours hungrily, immediately pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands made it's way down to his abs, almost brushing the top of his member. But you brought your hand back up, and repeated the cycle.

"Don't tease me y/n" He said, his voice low and seductive.

He pushed you back onto the shower wall, and goosebumps filled your skin at the touch of the cold tile. He kissed down your neck once more, and went down to your breasts. His tongue circled your right nipple as his hand massaged the other one, and you threw your head back onto the wall moaning his name.

He connected your lips once more, his hands now making his way to where you needed him most. He played with your clit, circling it over and over again. You bit his lip hungrily, and he took that as a signal to insert two of his long fingers into your folds. You moaned loudly, and he started to pump in and out.

"You're already so wet, all for me love?" Peter whispered.

Peter continued to pump in and out till you were a moaning mess. 

"Peter I-- I'm gonna--"

He could tell you were close so he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

"Not just yet darling" He said. He then picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He positioned himself at your entrance, and you slowly let yourself sink into him.

"Fuck baby." You said, feeling the pain at your core.

He slowly started moving in and out, whilst kissing your neck to distract you from the pain.

"You're so fucking tight y/n. Fuck" He whispered. That alone could've sent you over the edge, but you held on a little bit longer.

He continued his thrusts, slowly getting faster and more needy. You tugged on his curls as he held and squeezed your ass tight. You bit into his shoulder, the feeling getting to much for you.

He felt your walls start to tighten around him, so her brought his fingers to your clit, massaging it once more.

"Cum for me baby." He whispered. And just like that, you came undone. You moaned loudly and felt the pleasure wash over you. You released on his dick as he continued thrusting into you, letting you ride out your high.

He set you back down on the floor, and you almost collapsed from exhaustion. You knelt on the wet floor and caught your breath.

"Y/n? Love, did I hurt you?" He asked his voice full of concern.

You looked up at him and your hands made it's way to his member, slowly pumping back and forth.

"Fuck y/n" Peter said throwing his head back into his shoulders.

You took him in your mouth, gliding back and forth on hid long hard dick. He held your hair and you took that as a signal to move faster, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth. 

"Shit you're amazing" Peter said in between moans, before finally releasing into your mouth. You swallowed it all, and stood up from the floor.

Peter wiped the wet strands of hair away from your face, and cupped your cheek, pulling you into to a soft delicate kiss.

"Now, let's get you properly cleaned up shall we?" You say in between kisses.

Superior Spider-Man OUH YEAH OUH YEAH

I need inspo!! send me some fic or even blurb requests for peter <3

them in civil war

may not love the new stuff but marvel KNOWS how to fuckin cast

agreed can marvel show peter as the bi king he is pls xx

can i say harley keener?? can i say harley keener ?? i will say HARLEY KEENER please please please ! bring him back

"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."

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!

first fic! hope you all like it xx

𝕰𝖝𝖆𝖒𝖘 (𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙/𝖒𝖈𝖚 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗)

🂱︎ pairing: mcu peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: Peter gets caught up studying for his exams.

🂱︎ genres: established relationship, fluff

🂱 warnings: none :) for my first fic I thought I'd keep it nice and fluffy

🂱 notes: my first fic on here! I've posted this ages ago on Wattpad (ew) but I think it deserves to be put up on here too :)

The door to Peter's bedroom creaks open as it reveals dozens of papers all over the floor, pencils scattered across his desk, a calculator for some reason webbed to the wall, but no Peter in sight.

You balanced the plate of newly baked cookies on one hand as you made his way across his room, using your other arm to balance yourself as you looked down on the floor trying not to step all over his notes.

"Peter?" You called out.

There was no answer but the sudden sound of a keyboard clicking from behind you. Nope, not from behind, on top of you.

You take a cookie and reach your arm up to the ceiling, and feel his hand touch yours and steal the cookie away.

"Are you gonna come down?" You asked finally looking up at your boyfriend, sitting cross legged on the ceiling, typing away on his laptop.

"Sorry darling, give me a second." He replied biting into the cookie, a few crumbs falling on your shoulder.

You brushed the crumbs of the hoodie of his you were wearing, and checked the time on your phone. It reads 6:12pm.

"I texted you I was on my way here, did you get the message?"

"Er--" He says pulling his phone out of his pocket, to see your message pop up on the screen.

"I guess I did, sorry, been preoccupied." He replies, absentmindedly putting his phone down (on the ceiling) only to have it fall down to you, with your reflexes quick enough to catch it before it made contact with the ground.

"You should get down here soon. Your head looks like it's ready to pop like a balloon." His head did in fact not look like it was about to pop, due to his spider-powers that allowed for him to comfortably remain upside down. You did however want to stress that it was about time he give himself a break. You make your way to his bed, putting his phone down on his side table.

"mhmm, in a minute. I think better up here. Maybe it has something to do with the blood flow to my brain or the lack of distractions on my ceiling." He replies still not having looked at you properly once since you got here.

"Peter?"

"Yes y/n." He replies

"What time do you think it is?" You add.

"Uh, 4:00." He replies.

"Wrong, it's almost 6:15 so I think it's about time you head back down here and let gravity do its job."

He finally looked at you, his brown hair falling every which way.

He sighs, and closes his laptop. You make your way under him once again, catching his laptop as he let it fall to your hands. He followed suit and jumped down, coming nose to nose distance to you.

"Hi." 

"Hi."

He lands a quick kiss on your nose. He stumbles, tripping over some pencils scattered around the floor.

"Falling for me are ya?" you tease.

"always." he replies.

You make your way to his bed, and he settles his pretty little head to rest on your stomach, your hands lacing around his brown curls.

"Ooft, should have probably come down sooner." He says suddenly breaking the peaceful silence.

"I figured, you were up there for like 2 hours?." You replied.

"4."

"4 what?" You asked

"I started at 2, I've been up there for 4 hours."

"PETER!"

"What? Like I said, I focus better up there."

"You have to take better care of yourself! Have you even had a drink of water since then?" You asked

"Uh, no..."

"Let me get you a glass then--"

"It's fine I'll get one myself." He replies getting off you. He reaches the door and turns the knob when the sound of the metal crunching under his hand bring your attention to him.

He releases the knob, only to find it crumpled like a piece of paper.

"Sorry, er... It happens when I'm tired and forget to control my strength." He adds shyly before exiting the room.

"you web-head." you reply. He chuckles and exits the room. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to check out what Peter's been working so hard on. 'Ew, calculus.' you think to yourself as you flip through his notes.

You hear Peter enter the room behind you, and he sets his glass down and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his chest against your back.

"Ew, calculus right." he says, you chuckle lightly under your breath.

"my brain hurts." he hums into your hair.

"haha, I can tell." you reply going through one of the equations he couldn't seem to finish.

"mhmm" he replies tiredly, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo.

"one of these pythagorean conjugates is wrong." you add suddenly.

"hm? No, I triple checked that." Peter replies.

"Nuh uh, you might've just read it wrong but this is meant to be cosine not cotangent." You add lifting up the paper to his eye line and pointing out his careless mistake.

"No. NO WAY!" He says pulling away from you and snatching the paper out of your hand.

"I KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WASN'T RIGHT!" He adds, one hand almost crumpling the paper and the other pulling at his already disheveled curls.

"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think, bug-boy." you reply laughing at his distressed state.

"No, I just have a genius girlfriend!" He drops the paper and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Your laughter fills the room and that would've been enough to light up Peter's whole world. He set you down slowly and covered your face with soft kisses, leaving your mouth for last.

"Thank you." He adds, his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Not a problem my spider-man."

Exams (oneshot/mcu peter)

🂱︎ pairing: mcu peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: Peter gets caught up studying for his exams.

🂱︎ genres: established relationship, fluff

🂱 warnings: none :) for my first fic I thought I'd keep it nice and fluffy

🂱 notes: my first fic on here! I've posted this ages ago on Wattpad (ew) but I think it deserves to be put up on here too :)

The door to Peter's bedroom creaks open as it reveals dozens of papers all over the floor, pencils scattered across his desk, a calculator for some reason webbed to the wall, but no Peter in sight.

You balanced the plate of newly baked cookies on one hand as you made his way across his room, using your other arm to balance yourself as you looked down on the floor trying not to step all over his notes.

"Peter?" You called out.

There was no answer but the sudden sound of a keyboard clicking from behind you. Nope, not from behind, on top of you.

You take a cookie and reach your arm up to the ceiling, and feel his hand touch yours and steal the cookie away.

"Are you gonna come down?" You asked finally looking up at your boyfriend, sitting cross legged on the ceiling, typing away on his laptop.

"Sorry darling, give me a second." He replied biting into the cookie, a few crumbs falling on your shoulder.

You brushed the crumbs of the hoodie of his you were wearing, and checked the time on your phone. It reads 6:12pm.

"I texted you I was on my way here, did you get the message?"

"Er--" He says pulling his phone out of his pocket, to see your message pop up on the screen.

"I guess I did, sorry, been preoccupied." He replies, absentmindedly putting his phone down (on the ceiling) only to have it fall down to you, with your reflexes quick enough to catch it before it made contact with the ground.

"You should get down here soon. Your head looks like it's ready to pop like a balloon." His head did in fact not look like it was about to pop, due to his spider-powers that allowed for him to comfortably remain upside down. You did however want to stress that it was about time he give himself a break. You make your way to his bed, putting his phone down on his side table.

"mhmm, in a minute. I think better up here. Maybe it has something to do with the blood flow to my brain or the lack of distractions on my ceiling." He replies still not having looked at you properly once since you got here.

"Peter?"

"Yes y/n." He replies

"What time do you think it is?" You add.

"Uh, 4:00." He replies.

"Wrong, it's almost 6:15 so I think it's about time you head back down here and let gravity do its job."

He finally looked at you, his brown hair falling every which way.

He sighs, and closes his laptop. You make your way under him once again, catching his laptop as he let it fall to your hands. He followed suit and jumped down, coming nose to nose distance to you.

"Hi." 

"Hi."

He lands a quick kiss on your nose. He stumbles, tripping over some pencils scattered around the floor.

"Falling for me are ya?" you tease.

"always." he replies.

You make your way to his bed, and he settles his pretty little head to rest on your stomach, your hands lacing around his brown curls.

"Ooft, should have probably come down sooner." He says suddenly breaking the peaceful silence.

"I figured, you were up there for like 2 hours?." You replied.

"4."

"4 what?" You asked

"I started at 2, I've been up there for 4 hours."

"PETER!"

"What? Like I said, I focus better up there."

"You have to take better care of yourself! Have you even had a drink of water since then?" You asked

"Uh, no..."

"Let me get you a glass then--"

"It's fine I'll get one myself." He replies getting off you. He reaches the door and turns the knob when the sound of the metal crunching under his hand bring your attention to him.

He releases the knob, only to find it crumpled like a piece of paper.

"Sorry, er... It happens when I'm tired and forget to control my strength." He adds shyly before exiting the room.

"you web-head." you reply. He chuckles and exits the room. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to check out what Peter's been working so hard on. 'Ew, calculus.' you think to yourself as you flip through his notes.

You hear Peter enter the room behind you, and he sets his glass down and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his chest against your back.

"Ew, calculus right." he says, you chuckle lightly under your breath.

"my brain hurts." he hums into your hair.

"haha, I can tell." you reply going through one of the equations he couldn't seem to finish.

"mhmm" he replies tiredly, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo.

"one of these pythagorean conjugates is wrong." you add suddenly.

"hm? No, I triple checked that." Peter replies.

"Nuh uh, you might've just read it wrong but this is meant to be cosine not cotangent." You add lifting up the paper to his eye line and pointing out his careless mistake.

"No. NO WAY!" He says pulling away from you and snatching the paper out of your hand.

"I KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WASN'T RIGHT!" He adds, one hand almost crumpling the paper and the other pulling at his already disheveled curls.

"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think, bug-boy." you reply laughing at his distressed state.

"No, I just have a genius girlfriend!" He drops the paper and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Your laughter fills the room and that would've been enough to light up Peter's whole world. He set you down slowly and covered your face with soft kisses, leaving your mouth for last.

"Thank you." He adds, his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Not a problem my spider-man."

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

(insp)

When British spidermans dangle from a wire >>> anything else

𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

warnings: my blog contains mature themes and adult content so please read warnings before reading and stay away from my smut fics if you are below 18!!!

⋆˖⁺‧ 🕷 ‧⁺˖⋆

⋆˖⁺‧ 🕷 ‧⁺˖⋆

🂱 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 🂱

➸ you can call me 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴!

➸ southeast asian, 21

➸ amatuer writer *emphasis on the amatuer*

➸ primarily a marvel blog !

➸ I started on Wattpad (ew I know but this was ages ago before I discovered tumblr could be a fic site) so some of my work you can also find on there!

⋆˖⁺‧ 🕷 ‧⁺˖⋆

🂱 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 🂱

these may still be quite few/empty as I'm just starting out my blog but find my fics/tags for each character down below!

ᴍᴄᴜ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ [#ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴏᴏꜱ]

Exams (peter x female reader)

And we were just having sex no I would never call it love (smut/peter x female reader)

ᴛᴀꜱᴍ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ [#ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ]

Shower sex (smut/tasm peter x female reader)