we're a 19 y/o boydyke plural system. i use he/they pronouns. we are lillie from pokemon in the flesh. i am her, she is me. thats all you really need to know for this blog.
we're a darkshipper and selfshipper. some of our darkships are projections but a lot of them are just for fun.
some of our ships include lilliemine, rickorty, sebaciel, sebagrell, suselle, bakudeku, kiribaku, polyband, tokokami, todocest, omosun, heromari, herokel, and various others i'll remember to add later.
Trans Peter Parker except he wants the Avengers to think he's cis
Okay, the Avengers totally support trans rights but it would be so funny if Peter thought they didn't. I mean Steve is a WWII soldier nicknamed "captain America" that doesn't sound very woke let's be real😭
Anytime he wears his suit he manages to sneak a binder underneath, also never letting any of the tower doctors tend to his injurys (especially if its a chest injury) out of fear they might out him.
(Even though the Avengers already know they just don't care because that's his business not theirs)
Peter gets his period during a fight and thinks to himself "shit boys don't get periods I can't let them see me bleeding down there!"
And promptly stabs himself as an excuse for why he's bleeding.
And Tony is freaking out because everytime this kid gets his period he stabs himself??? That's not normal?? Is he depressed? Is he that badly dysphoric?? Should he hire a therapist that specializes in trans kids?? Is this self harm???
But no, Peter sprints to the nearest bathroom and punches open the period product thing where you have to pay for it (which is stupid btw)
Eventually he realizes that the Avengers know when Natasha makes a joke to him about how boobs hurt when you run and he's like "haha I wouldn't know! Cuz im a dude obviously.." and Natasha is just like "yeah but when your not wearing your binder that must be a pain huh?"
And Peter is just🧍 "oh"
Finally he overhears Steve describe in great detail about the time he and Bucky made out when in the military together, because of course they did.
Pete later talks to him like "you were cool with gay people the whole time??" and Steve gives him a weird look and is like "I am gay? I flirt with every guy on the team daily?? Did you not know that??"
Peter had started taking testosterone two weeks ago now, and he was insatiable. And god, if Tony wasn’t absolutely delighted by Peter’s boosted libido. He’s more than happy to lay there, cock ring on, and let Peter take what he needs until he physically can’t hold himself up.
That’s when Tony gets to have his fun. He flips them over and fucks him like the superhero he is, using all the brawn acquired from years of training to give Peter the dicking of his life while he takes it.
The noises that come out of Peter’s mouth are other worldly; moans, gasps, sobs.
Those noises are because of me. I did that, Tony thinks.
And oh, it just makes Tony that much more desperate for Peter.
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Helping a Guy Out - Trans Peter Parker x FTM Reader
Kinktober Day 6: Frotting
Summary: Your roommate’s never had a chance to frot with someone before. Neither have you. You take it in your own hands to fix that.
(Contains: Frotting, masc terms for genitalia for both parties, inexperienced sex, smut, 18+, MDNI)
Word Count: 1.7k
Read here on Ao3 here
A/N: I blame any spelling mistakes on the fact that I wrote a good portion of this at 2 am, tired, with my double vision really starting to get to me
There were a lot of things you didn’t expect about college. A lot of them were the run of the mill things like your professors actually being cool about deadlines, or what the dining hall was like. Most of what surprised you was your dorm roommate. Sure, the run of the mill experiences in having a roommate were something you had to get used to, but your roommate himself was the source of most of your shock. Things that surprised you about your roommate, Peter, that surprised you, in no particular order:
He actually does his chores, unlike roommates in those borderline horror stories you saw online all the time, which you thanked the roommate gods for.
He found out you were trans, and didn’t care in the slightest, which was cool.
He’s Spider-Man.
He has so many nerdy posters that he wanted to put up that you ended up sacrificing some of your half of the wall space so he could.
It turns out he’s trans as well, which was a very fun turn of fate.
He’s literally Spider-Man.
He’s never had a boyfriend before, but he’s talked about having a crush on this cute guy a couple times, and having a girlfriend back in high school.
He makes the best grilled cheese you’ve had in your entire life. It is a godsend during late night studying for finals season.
He’s Spider-Man. Your roommate is fucking Spider-Man, he is quite literally the Spider-man, what the fuck-
But all in all, Peter was a good roommate. It didn’t take too long to get used to him being around. You’d even consider each other friends. Every Friday, you guys settled in on top of one of your beds with your laptop, ordered a pizza, and watched a movie. Sometimes one of you would pop up a thing of somewhat burnt popcorn, and you’d keep it between the two of you, your hands bumping together on the rare occasion that both of you tried to grab a handful at the same time.
You didn’t always watch good movies. You didn’t even always watch okay movies. Sometimes you’d put on an awful, horrible movie, just so you could laugh at it and rag on it together, or use it as background noise for conversation. You guys always talked a bit during the good movies, but the bad movies made it almost impossible to stop.
Tonight’s movie of choice was Sharknado. The audio blared through your laptop speakers as you leaned a little against Peter’s shoulder, you in your boxers and a t-shirt, him in a hoodie and sweatpants. Every so once in a while, his eyes would flick away from the screen and towards you. He looked nervous and awkward when he did.
“Okay, this is going to be a really weird question I’m about to ask you, and there is no pressure to answer, okay?” Peter finally said, pausing at the end before he popped the question. “Have you ever frotted with another guy before?”
“Uh, not really.” You admitted after a second of stunned silence. The question itself wasn’t what screwed you up, it was the fact that it was Peter asking. “Why do you ask?”
“I just, uh…” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I was just wondering what it was like, you know. I haven’t really had a chance to try it.”
“I haven’t either, to be honest.” You shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to, I’ve just never found a guy to try it with, or the time to try it… is that why you’re asking me about this? Because you want to give it a shot?”
“…yeah, I would.” Peter admitted sheepishly. “I’m probably not going to get to for a while, I just wanted to know what I was getting myself into beforehand.”
“I mean… we could always try it together.” You suggested, watching as he jumped in shock. “Like, if you’re cool with it, I mean.”
“Dude, you’d do that?” Peter asked, sitting straight up. He fumbled, pausing the movie without looking at the laptop screen. “Like… seriously? With me?”
“Yeah man. I mean… shit, neither of us have done it before. Might as well try it.” You shrugged.
The two of you were quiet for a long moment, Peter looking like he was blue screening and resetting.
“So, uh, how do we-“
“I think we have to take everything off of our bottom halves.” You suggested, already shimmying your boxers off.
“Oh, yeah- that’s probably a good idea.” He chuckled, following suit.
They two of you stumbled your way through getting half naked. You swallowed thickly, staring down at where his t-dick peaked through his curls. He was already glistening, his arousal sticking to his pubes. That added a new thing to the list of things that surprised you about your roommate: he was hot. Well, you knew he was hot, but you didn’t know he was hot hot. This was an entirely new level of attractiveness that he’s just reached.
When you finally managed to tear your eyes away from his dick, you lifted your head so you could look at his face. Peter looked like he was in a similar situation to how you were earlier. He was staring between your legs, before he finally caught on and looked up, looking you in the eyes.
“So…” You started.
“So…” He continued. “Do we just… bump against each other? Do we need to be on top of one another? Like… how do we make this work?”
“Uh, well… I think if I just…” You crawled into his lap a little, settling your hips down on his. “Get on you like this and sorta angle myself forward, it’ll work.”
“Oh, yeah, that feels nice.” Peter rested his hands on your hips, wiggling a little under you so he could get a little more comfortable. “So, one of us has to move, dude, so, like, I’m just gonna…”
Peter awkwardly thrusted his hips up a little, bumping them against yours. The two of you moaned quietly. You shifted a little to get a better angle. It felt good, but it wasn’t quite the perfect angle for frotting. There was pressure, but you weren’t getting as much contact in the right spot.
“Yeah, that’s not it- that’s not right either.” You panted, Peter slowly thrusting up at you. You moved around a little more, bracing yourself with a hand on the bed as your other hand spread your and Peter’s folds, looking down to try and help line you two up. You felt a jolt when you finally made contact the way you wanted.
“Yeah.” You sighed, chasing the feeling with your hips, shifting your hands up to his shoulders. “Yeah, they’re touching. They’re rubbing together. Fuck, it looks hot.”
Peter looks down in between your bodies and groans, watching as you hump him, your t-dicks bumping against each other every time you move. Peter started moving as well, pushing his hips up into yours, grinding up into you. Your dick pushed to the side of his, and you just rubbed it there before you readjusted to push the heads together again.
“I’ve seen this in, uh-“ Peter stumbled over his words, taking one hand off of your hips and bringing it between your legs. “I’ve seen this in videos before.”
He fumbled with his fingers, before managing to place his thumb right on top of your dick. He pulled your foreskin back, exposing your head a little more. You groaned when his dick pushed against the entirety of your cock’s head, your grip on his shoulders tightening a little.
“Oh my god, Peter…” You whimpered, your hips jolting against his a little harder.
“Can you do that to me?” Peter asked, looking into your eyes like you were some divine gift. By the way he was moaning every time your hips moved, he probably did think some higher power sent you down, just so you could frot with him. “It looks like it feels so good. I just- I can’t take my other hand off of your hip, could you please- could you-“
“I’ve got you.” You told him, moving one hand down his body so you could push his foreskin back. “I’ve got you.”
The noises coming out of Peter’s mouth increased in volume and frequency like yours. He pushed up against you a little harder, moving his hips a little faster, humping and grinding against you as he chased that high. He pulled you down against him with surprising strength for one hand, and you thanked that spider for biting him and giving him these powers.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Peter’s voice cracked as he shut his eyes, burying his face in your neck. “Oh God, I’m close, I’m so fucking close…”
“Me too, me too.” You barely managed to squeak out between moans and gasps. “I’m coming - come with me Peter, come on, come with me, oh fuck, oh-“
Your orgasm hit you like a train. Your legs shuttered, your bucking hips losing their rhythm as you were pushed over that edge. Peter was right behind you, moaning into your neck as he came, rubbing against you in order to chase the aftershocks of his orgasm. The two of you just sat there for a moment, just reveling in it all.
After both of your orgasms ran their course, you shimmied back on Peter’s lap, giving both of your genitals a bit of room to breathe so you didn’t veer into overstimulation. Both of you caught your breath, just enjoying the afterglow with each other, before Peter broke the silence.
“Thank you.” He said quietly. “For…this. All of this.”
“It’s nothing.” You shrugged, bringing both of your hands back to his shoulders so you could rub the front of them with your thumbs. “I mean… I had fun. I wouldn’t mind doing this again someday.”
“You mean it?” Peter blinked, having to do a double take at your words. “Like… serious?”
“Yeah. Like I said, this was fun. It’s probably one of the better hookups I’ve ever had.”
“Cool. Yeah, cool, I wouldn’t mind if we did this again sometime either.” Peter turned his view to the laptop on the edge of the bed. Both of you had forgotten to turn it off, so it just sat there, the movie paused right where you had left it. “So… you wanna finish this movie?”
peter parker with a huge fear of needles, so when friendly-neighborhood spiderman finally gets his hands on his testosterone injections, he's too scared to use it and too embarrassed to go to his doctor and have them do it. so who does he go to but dr stephen strange?
and of course stephen would be as kind and soothing as possible, but peter would be so very jittery and scared. stephen would have to use the mystical arts to hold down peter's leg and properly inject him.
peter would inhale sharply as to not scream, he'd grab onto the cloak of levitation and squeeze for any kind of distraction from his fear, he'd shut his eyes as tightly as possible and whine deep in his throat. realistically, it wouldnt take more than ten seconds, but in peter's mind, it felt like an eternity.
when stephen would finally pull the needle out, he'd carefully place it into the sharps box and put a stupid spider-man bandaid over the injection site. his scarred hands would soothe over the area as peter slowly unraveled and calmed down.
peter would pull strange into a hug and refuse to let him go, even as stephen protested with his "really, it's not a big deal," or "i appreciate it but i'm not a hugger." eventually, he'd relent and hold peter as the boy held onto him.
I missed them so, Some spiderstrange headcanons⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
As a note I personally write Peter somewhere in his early mid 20s, so unless otherwise noted he’s somewhere around 23-24 in my brain so don’t be mean thanks
ꨄ︎ Peter loves wearing Stephen’s hospital logo Patagonia’s and med school hoodies etc because they’re so worn soft and cute and vintage and just the right oversized and smell like Stephen cologne and aftershave and cologne. And people will ask him if he’s a student there/ resident there etc and he always says “no this is my boyfriends” with so much pride.
ꨄ︎When Stephen has a bad hand day Peter shaves for him. The first time Peter was so afraid to offer and Stephen was so embarrassed to accept, but now it’s this sweet, intimate thing. Peter enjoys it because he never really was able to grow a beard so shaving is just mindless morning post brushing his teeth self care for him, but with Stephen’s styled van dyke he gets to really focus on it, make it perfect. Stephen thinks he looks cute when he’s lost in focus. Peter enjoys being able to take care of Stephen for once.
ꨄ︎Its not that Stephen has a problem with the fact that Peter still lives at home. In this economy? The kids 23, he’s smart to not burn cash on NYC rent, and, he’s smart not to move in with his weird old boyfriend (even if Peter elbows him in the ribs when he calls himself that), and accepting a room at the tower or one of Tony’s properties for free would bring to many questions for the closet hero. And it’s not that Stephen has a problem with it, he knows this is the new norm for this unfortunate generation, but god, does he feel like a fucking cradle robber when he picks Peter up from or drops him off at May’s.
ꨄ︎May has somewhat come around to Stephen. He is a nice guy. He does love Peter, a lot. But the age gap is a lot- he’s only a couple years younger than May. (Which yes, she counts her blessing he’s atleast younger than her). Peters got a bad history with men, so she’s nervous, always. But oh. Is Stephen in love with him. It’s kinda laughable.
ꨄ︎The problem is, the hospital where May works is Stephen’s old hospital. She remembers asshole Stephen. Now, though, whenever Stephen gets called in for a consult (which is far from rare, his hands may be no good but his brain sure is) it’s quite a bit awkward. Because Stephen doesn’t know how friendly he should be to May. Doesn’t want to make them explain their situation. But he has to be some level of polite. Go out of his way to say hello, make conversation. At some point someone assumed that they were dating which lead to them both having to explain the real situation awkwardly
ꨄ︎It doesn’t matter how many nice places he takes Peter too, there is nothing Peter loves more than a sub from Del Mar’s and carne asada from the taqueria around the corner. He’s endearingly simple, and down to earth. Spider powers, Tony’s (financial and emotional) support, and a retired surgeon boyfriend can’t change that boy.
ꨄ︎Stephen was a little afraid to introduce Peter to people. He was worried about judgement and people mischaracterizing their relationship. Thinking Peter was gold digging, thinking Stephen saw Peter as just a boy young body. It took Stephen a while to figure out who to start introducing Peter to. The guys with young second wives? Not them, they think with their dicks and will think Stephen does to, and Peter won’t have a damn thing to talk to those bimbos about. The other queer doctors? The judgment and gossip made him nervous. Especially considering he was never all too out. Most of his med school friends were married to their college sweethearts, and something told Stephen they might see Peter as a threat- that their husbands could trade them in for a newer model too. So he settled on Christine. Of corse, Christine. What could go wrong with Christine? She loved Peter so much she tried to convince him to leave Stephen.
ꨄ︎Stephen actually stays pretty active. He goes on runs, he spars around with Wong and some of the other sorcerers. He works hard to be in shape like that at his age. Peter, on the other hand? So lazy when he’s not patrolling. Stephen will invite Peter on his runs and he gets the most dramatic “noooooooo” in response. He’s a real couch potato.
ꨄ︎Stephen was more horrified to introduce Peter to his parents. They’re nice mid western folks in their 60s. Hey mom and dad! Here’s my 23 year old city boy boyfriend. But they actually fucking love Peter. Think he’s the cutest thing they’ve ever seen. It’s the best of both worlds. Stephen finally found someone, and, he’s like the grand son they never had! Stephen wanted to throw up a little at that one.
Intersex Peter. He’s so shy and self conscious of it that he never dares do anything more than kissing with someone. He doesn’t hate himself but instead is so afraid of what others would think of him having both male and female genitalia.
This fear carries over when he starts dating his boyfriend Stephen. He’s so kind and caring and patient when it comes to Peter. He tells him time and time again that if it means he could be with Peter they never have to have sex at all. Thats silly of course and Peter wants to desperately be with Stephen but… its too scary.
Eventually things develop. Kissing becomes heavier one night and eventually Peter is putty in Stephen’s arms. The man cautiously starts to let his hands wander, all while judging Peter’s reaction, ready to remove them at any sign of discomfort. Finally Peter gives him a shy unsure nod and he’s laid out instantly on the bed, kissed and doted on as Stephen eventually gets his pants off, boxer briefs following after.
Stephen is in silent awe of the perfect beautiful body thats been hiding from him. Peter takes the silence negatively and instantly is hiding his face and trying to pull away.
“I-i’m sorry- i’m so sorry!”
“Peter- Darling. You are the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen. You’ve been hiding this for so long… let me give your pretty pussy some attention yeah?” And with that Stephen’s tongue dives in, tasting the sweet skin and wetness that is Peter.
Peter never hides anything from him again, especially if it’ll get his tongue there once more.
Stephan likes testing his patience. He knows that as an ex-surgeon, he has a lot of professional patience, but in his personal life? He’s learning to gain some more. And what better way to learn personal patience than having Peter sit in his lap with his cock up his ass?
Of course, Peter could withstand it, he can cockwarm Stephan for hours if he wanted to. He likes cockwarming! He found it fun and exciting, to just sit with a cock in his ass, he was playing games on his Nintendo Switch while Stephan was reading a new book from the sanctum. Peter was trying to beat this level on Super Mario, he had been stuck on it for about 20 minutes.
He was unknowingly clenching every time he did anything in the game. Which was very strongly testing Stephans patience. But he wanted to make it to his one-hour goal. They had done this before a few times, the longest he latest was 45 minutes until he couldn't stand not pounding into the 21-year-old.
But Peter wasn't going to let the older man stop before his goal was reached. He wanted Stephan to reach his goal at least once! He had been trying to get to an hour for a few months. He loved Stephen a lot. Peter loves the older man, so when he feels Stephen give aborted thrusts into him, his legs tightened around his waist, making Stephan stop.
By the time 40 minutes had passed, Stephan had read another book and was trying to thrust into the boy in his lap, but the grip his legs had on his waist wouldn't let him, so he gave up and sent the cloak to grab another book for him. Peter had finally finished the level he was on and was on one even harder, making him clench around Stephan again.
Once an hour had passed, Stephan didn't notice until Peter put down his Switch, making him look up at the younger man who was smirking slightly. “You've been a very good boy, Stephan, want your reward, baby?” Stephan blushed, and nodded before Peter started bouncing in his lap.
They wonder if they could shoot for two hours next time…
Okay okay but no one believes Peter is in a relationship. Sure people know he changed his Facebook status a few months back. But no one else was connected to it.
" My boyfriend doesn't have a facebook "
So yeah a lot of his college classmates think that he is lying about it. Sure some of them could admit that Peter was cute adorable even but they just can't picture this nerd who wore big sweaters, baggy clothes and sweatshirt to have any game.
Then, the day someone mixed some chemicals wrong during their lab day. Beakers exploded. Splashing stuff everywhere. Classmates quickly having to strip jackets and shirts off before the chemicals soak in and burn the skin.
" Oh shit Parker "
People turn to look at Peter, who has a bright blush spreading. His neck and chest and abs( yes, he had a small 6pack who knew!) It was covered in hickey's and bite marks.
They were even more surprised when the mysterious boyfriend actually shows up with a change of clothes.
Warnings: 18+, Some sexual content, Discussion of chronic illness, Terrible medical flirting
Word Count: 1.1k ish
Summary: After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.
Author’s Note: This is super self-indulgent. As someone with a chronic illness that often affects the sensation and dexterity of my hands, Stephen and his scarred hands are so close to my heart.
A dim light strobed in the room. Cracking an eye, you saw that the bedroom hadn’t turned into a pitiful excuse for a rave, just that your outer robe had gone flying and caught on one of the paddles of the ceiling fan, every slow rotation covering the light then letting it shine along with the stray sunbeams peeking out from the blackout curtains.
“This isn’t the mood lighting I asked for.” Your voice wasn’t strong enough to convey the annoyance you felt. It was bumming your afterglow.
A careless flick of a hand - large with long, scarred fingers sent the robe flying off and landing somewhere on the floor to join its fallen brethren.
You heard as he heaved a deep sigh and let out a groan. “What did you do to me?”
“What did I do to you?” You asked with a scoff. “I’m the one who can hardly move.”
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