summary: you urge peter to take a break from the suit for a while.
a/n: idk what this is tbh, haven’t written anything in so long . this is basically just arguing bc it’s the only thing I’m good at writing 🚨 sorry this is short it’s 5am and im lazy but I wanted to write smth
being Spider-Man’s girlfriend wasn’t easy. It was practically a job on its own. On top of your incredibly demanding job, you had to help peter out with his shenanigans. Sometimes you wished the government knew his identity so they’d give him money, rent is expensive and your monthly paycheck cant cover that, groceries, the water bill, your car bill, etc. and it wasn’t always like this! Peter had a great job with dr otto octavius, until they were told to stop by Norman Osborn. What an asshole, you thought. So now everything has been on you. and Peter feels like absolute shit because of it. He’s been nonstop looking for a job but most of them are too time consuming, and obviously, he doesn’t have the time for it.
your eyes open suddenly as you hear a loud alarm coming from the nightstand. Peter’s patrol alarm. “Seriously, Peter? It’s 8am.”
he yawns and turns it off, turning over and getting off the bed. “Sorry- I gotta go. I know it’s early— but—“
“But what, peter? You don’t have a job, you got fired— and Spider-Man doesn’t get paid. It’s more like community service.”
“Hey, I wasn’t fired!” Peter frowns, “it was more like a… temporary pause on my job. dr octavius is gonna figure it all out.” He quips as he puts on his sweatpants.
you give him a slight glare. “Can’t you just let the police handle things for a while?”
“Well, I could, but I have a duty.”
“Oh, right. It’s not like there’s a whole ‘nother Spider-Man or anything.”
Peter gives you a knowing look, an almost disapproving one. “he’s 16, babe. he can’t handle that yet.”
“But you could?” You reply, standing up off the bed. “Listen, I get it. But you can’t carry a whole city on your shoulders. I’ve been busting my ass for the both of us for months now, and I can’t take it anymore. You need a break from Spider-Man.”
“Yeah.. I know. And im sorry. I’m trying, ok?” Peter says softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek, “I love you, and you work so hard for us.”
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, caressing your cheek gently. “I’ll let miles cover for me today.”
your expression softens ever so slightly. “good, you need a break.”
things I write for: greys anatomy, Hayden Christensen and his characters, Spider-Man universe, leon Kennedy, stranger things (specifically steve harrington), pjo, I’m in so many fandoms help
I will not write : anything that has to do with vomit, piss, 💩, incest (this includes stepsibling/parent), abuse, pedophilia, I don’t write smut
also, just a warning, I am not a professional writer nor I claim to be, I just like to write as a past time.
kinktober day 10 — belly bulge w tate langdon nsfw; mdni ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚
“you okay?” warm palms slid over your thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh. “you’ve been awfully quiet, t’s kinda unsettling.” “s-shut up,” you huffed, knuckles white from fisting the sheets. “i’m trying to focus here.”
a low snigger. tate nibbled at your earlobe before slowly dragging his tongue along the cartilage of your ear.
“focus on… what, exactly? how to take cock?” your boyfriend asked in a faux innocent tone, as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you.“hmph, you’re just…” you exhale through your nose, trying to ease off the constant pressure on your g-spot. didn’t work. “…very well endowed.”
the mental image depicting your current situation that you’ve painted in your mind was… deeply unflattering, to say the least. legs spread, cunt stuffed to the brim. he chuckled but it ended up in a strangled choke when your walls squeezed around him too hard.
hands glided over your body, dragging his nails lightly from your thighs to your abdomen and sending a delicious shiver through you. your pussy clenched around his dick that was buried so deep, you swore you could feel him poking into your stomach.
“oh shit. now will you look at that?” he didn’t sound panicked. rather, it was something more like amusement and pride that laced his tone.
“wha- what?” your eyes fluttered open, gaze trailing down to where his hand rested, splayed gently over your lower belly. he shifted his hand, revealing a small bulge on your belly. a flush of heat rushed to your cheeks as you realised the meaning. it was that exact moment that tate chose to press the heel of his palm against the bulging outline of his dick, gently applying pressure.
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