What in the wo- ?

"With great power, comes great - ah I'm sure you've got it by now." {indie Peter Parker / Spider-Man RP}

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

“Prove it?” she asked while she looked down at her chest. She pushed her hands up in order to cup her breasts, “yup.. no bra.” Natasha had crossed her arms in front of her chest while she kept her eyes on the man that was sitting next to her. When he clamped on to her leg she could not help but to smile, she leaned in and soon enough she was sitting on his lap. “So much better,” she had wrapped an arm around of his shoulder. Honestly she was rather tired but cuddling on the couch wasn’t something she was going to say no to. Especially not with Peter.

Peter smirked at the way in which she had proved to him that she wasn’t wearing a bra of any sorts. But as soon as she had proved him that, the next thing he knew she was on his lap. His brown orbs looked up towards her, the smirk turning into a loving smile at that moment. His hands reached around her waist and rested on the ass of the female. He didn’t know is that was an appropriate move, but she was the one who decided to sit on his lap. “I don’t think that proved much – when’s my go?” He teased her, a chuckle passing through his lips at that exact moment also.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

When he appeared in front of her she moved on her knees, being able to reach out to the spot her had made. She had made the cloth wet being able to wipe it away properly. Fingers rubbed along of his jeans, she managed to wipe away most of the ice-cream. “Yeah, no, let’s pull those down, I’ll put them in the laundry for you,” this wasn’t going to work. She looked up at him, lips curled up, “let’s pull you into some spandex ey?” Natasha moved up on her feet again, her lips pushed into a wide grin while she waited for him to undress. Oh yes she was going to watch.

Peter watched as the female moved down onto her knees in front of him. His eyes widened as she did so – it was a very, sexual position in which she was going down into. He felt her rub the cloth against his jeans, the friction it was causing against his manhood didn’t really help the situation, and he then heard her next words. “O – Okay…” He said simply with a small stutter at the end. Allowing himself the ability to using his hands to unbutton his jeans and push down the zip, his trousers just fell down to his ankles, stepping out of them and then kicking them off. “His manhood was already semi-erect, this could easily be seen through the boxers – but he had her to blame for that. “Is there somewhere I can change?” He questioned her, watching her closely.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

When he spoke, this time not mentioning the money SHIELD should pay him yet about her instead she fluttered her eyes open. “I know, but lying on the couch in my underwear isn’t as comfortable as lying in my sweatpants and my tank top,” she frowned for a moment, “I am not wearing a bra, does that help?” Alright, he found her less attractive in this, she didn’t really care, because she valued comfort a little more than beauty at this moment. Besides he was still touching her so she was doing something right. Natasha stretched her limps an other time, heck she could fall asleep right now. Having someone massage her calves was rather comforting, especially after a mission.

“Prove it…” Peter said in response to her informing him that she was not wearing a bra. He didn’t know if that was the right thing to say, or if him saying that was taking things a little too far, but he then shrugged off any further thoughts in which he had about the matter. He didn’t even begin to think that she would do anything to prove it to him. It wasn’t that he found her any less attractive, it was just a male would automatically say that a woman was better looking in a pair of lingerie than that of her wearing clothes in which she could lay around in all day long. He felt her stretching, his hands clamping on her legs ever so slightly during the massage like activity in which he was trying out on her.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

Natasha could not help to chuckle, which turned into loud laughter when she realized he had spilled ice-cream on himself. She moved on her knees, putting her own bowl on the table and quickly grabbing his so he wouldn’t be able to spill more. “Come,” she hopped off the couch into the direction of the kitchen so she could clean him up. She grabbed a cloth and waited for Peter to get near her so she could help him. “You should dress up in your suit, I do not have a spare jeans for you,” she eyed him. “Unless you’re able to fit in one of my jogging pants,” those were usually a little larger than the other jeans she wore.

Yeah – he started to feel like an idiot. He could hear her laughter as a small roll came upon his eyes, he tried to best to clean it up, getting the large pieces of ice-cream back into the bowl before she took it off of him, not wanting to damage any of her furniture with his idiocy. He heard her words as he pushed himself up from the sofa. His eyes went towards the kitchen as he seen her grabbing the cloth. “Sorry…” He said under his breath ever so slightly. His hands reached down to his belt as he walked into the kitchen, using his hands to undo it for when he would have to take his trousers off. “Suppose it’s a good thing I brought the suit…” He said aloud to her as he stood in front of her.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

“Right let me know when you need my help,” Natasha had closed her eyes while Peter was rubbing her leg. As if he was giving it a massage. “Or you could pay rent to your aunt so she’s able to afford more,” she arched her eyebrow. Of course she knew that he was still living with his aunt, after all she had been the one who had slipped him a note. But she hadn’t thought about the fact that Peter wanted to stay in his own house. Together with his aunt. It was something she did admire. “Most likely next week, knowing Tony he is already planning something.” Natasha rolled her eyes, a party without disturbance would be nice..

“Thanks…” Peter simply replied back to her offering the help. A small nod of acknowledgement was also sent her way from the slightly younger male. A grin growing upon his lips as he looked towards the television once more. His hands continued to work their magic on her calf. His fingers slightly digging into her flesh, rubbing slightly against the muscle which she made in her legs. It wasn’t a surprise that her leg muscles were of some size, she could strangle a man from between her thighs if she so pleased. The thought brought a smirk towards his lips as he, then slowly began to move his hands up her leg more, now reaching the bottom of her calf. “You looked better in the underwear…” He teased.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

There was definitely some tension, especially as she noticed how he scanned her body. Natasha looked aside, one of her fingers dipped inside of the bowl while she put some ice-cream on his cheek. “Oh dear I am so clumsy,” Natasha muttered yet she kept her shoulder firmly pressed against of his. Natasha went back to enjoying her ice-cream while she watched the TV. Still she could not help the huge grin that had settled on her face. She still couldn’t really tell what their relationship was going to be. Sure they spend lots of time together. Considering he basically kidnapped her TV. But they could also have great conversations… Natasha was still figuring things out, but right now she was feeling comfortable, settled next to him after she had pushed ice-cream on his skin.

What was their relationship? He couldn’t go a minute without scanning her up and down, he kept in contact with her all the time – even texting when they got a chance like a cute teenaged couple. He was stopped in his train of thought as he felt her finger press up against the skin of his cheek, only surprise was the coldness of it. His head instantly turned in her direction as he rose a hand of his own. “Yeah – well two can play at th-…” He was forced to stop midsentence as due to all what had happened, the bowl which was place within his hand had turned, he felt the pressure of ice-cream falling out of the bowl and then onto the crotch region of his trousers. A small sigh passing through his lips at that time. “Erm – Peter kind’a made a mess…”

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bewareofthecrazyperson: 

Natasha watched Peter stare, he didn’t really respond to her suggestion so she shrugged. If he needed to think about it she would give him that time. Natasha looked down at his hand when it started to rub her calf, she didn’t seem to mind. If she would have she wouldn’t have put her legs on his lap on the first place. “True..” she leaned her elbow on the side of the couch, her eyes flicking between the TV and Peter. “How are you going to afford your own apartment?” she couldn’t imagine that he did not want to get some money. Everyone needed money in order to get food, an apartment, car and much more than just that. “Just saying that it is crazy to refuse money,”

Peter knew that money was exactly what made the world go round, but there were some things he didn’t need. When she talked about his own apartment – it made him stop in his train of thought. He couldn’t imagine not living without his aunt may, he had never even thought about it. He slowly let out a small sigh from his lips as he then tried to throw that train of thought to the back of his mind. His hands continued to rub her calf, he didn’t really know what else to do, it was either this or sit awkwardly with her feet up on his lap. “I’ll speak to Fury about it…” He said simply, he didn’t know what way to put it. “So – when is Tony next having a superhero party that won’t be crashed by a robot…?” He teased.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

Natasha could not help but to snicker at the idea of Peter licking whip cream off of her. Fingertips ruffled through her red locks yet she leaned against of Peter while she looked at the TV. She was quite comfortable sitting against of him, it sounded almost like a bummer that they would have to get dressed in an hour or two so they could go on a mission. How silly it sounded Natasha could use a few days off. No missions. But with her job it was impossible to schedule a few days off. You never knew what was going to happen. Fortunately it wasn’t like she was working all the time. There were enough days where she was writing reports or training newbies. Like Peter.

The image of himself licking whip cream off of her curved body came in his mind, the imagination even driving his mouth to water. The flavour of whip cream began to run through his taste buds, like a vampire who craved blood. His eyes scanned the female up and down, before turning to look towards the flashing images which presented themselves on the television. Peter’s job was more or less the same as Natasha’s – except the fact that he technically didn’t work for the organisation known as SHIELD, he was his own man, he took on villains when the time came, and whenever there was no crime, that was his time off. He felt her body leaning up against his, yet didn’t react – it was a nice comforting sense to know that someone was there.

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bewareofthecrazyperson:

“Why not open a new bank account and deposit the money on there?” there were a lot of ways to gain the money SHIELD offered. Natasha had gladly accepted it. After all she needed the money to pay for her apartment, her car and all the other things she needed after working as an assassin. He seemed to be a little confused and that caused Natasha to frown herself, was it because she had placed her feet on his lap. Why did that make him confused, after all it was her own couch and she had made herself comfortable. “I’m certain that one of our agents will be able to help you out,” she turned her head, “or you can always deposit it on my account and ask me when you want some of your money..” sure that would work out.

True – peter could just give the money to Natasha and come to her every time he needed to get it, but what did a person like Peter need? A car? Who drives cars in the big apple, he would be sitting in traffic more times than not, and due to the fact that he already worked for a major news corporation for taking pictures of the Spiderman, he was just getting by. His eyes focused on her features. A hand moved down towards her legs, resting his palm against the calf of one of her legs, slowly rubbing his hand against the fabric of the bottoms she wore. “Anyway – if I got Netflix who would you watch it with…?” He teased with a grin implanted on his face.

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archaeolxgica:

           ⪻ ❛ If you ever see me smile with no artifacts around,                   I’d suggest you run even FASTER. ❜ ⪼

"There's a lot of runnin' involved with you. Ypu'd make a great personal trainer - how much ya' cost?"

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radioactiveexposure entered the room

“can I help you?”

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"I'm here for the free tea and biscuits... No? Too soon for humour...?"

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ofprydc:

All mutants were required to take a zen moment each day, it helped with quieting the mind and strengthening some part of their power. Phasing through the walls and heading towards the sounds of the echoing voice, she finally reached the foyer, upon which she finally saw the figure. With a quirk of her brow she chuckled silently, crossing her arms. “Quick, behind you.” she spoke, alerting him that she was there. “What can we do for you?”

Peter felt as if his body had jumped out of his costume with fright as he heard the voice coming from behind him – instantly turned his head in her direction, followed by his body. His brown orbs scanned the female up and down at that exact moment, his sixth sense not alerting him of any danger. She mustn’t be looking to harm him, but he didn’t really need a sixth sense to be able to figure that one out. “I’m here lookin’ for Charles…?” He questioned the female, he wanted to get a tour of this school – maybe this place was the best thing for him.

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archaeolxgica :

"Oh come on - it was a joke... Breaking a smile here and there, it doesn't kill ya'."

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crystxllinx:

~ ❧ ~ “If you’re offerin’ t’strip for me kiddo, you really don’t have the idea of a secret identity down,” she said slowly, eyes flickering over him. “Makes the costume sorta redundant, don’t it?” Her hand rested on another pebble, but after a second passed she let out a sigh and moved her fingers away before walking over to a comfy looking wicker chair on the balcony and collapsing into it.

“Firs’ Cain, now you. Why’d I always get stuck with the irritatin’ children? Why can’t I get a nice, quiet one who jus’ plays with buildin’ blocks in the corner?” She glanced at him and sighed loudly, closing her eyes. “I’m what you fun folks may call aterrakineticist. I like the earth, okay, I love the earth.” ~ ❧ ~

“The mask is separate from the rest of the suit – means I could just wear the mask. I suppose some would be into that…” Peter replied back to her comment about his secret identity. His identity was something he tried to keep hidden as much as possible – he knew what the villains he faced every day were like, he knew that they wouldn’t think twice about using someone he loved to get to him. A small sigh once again passed through his lips as he then rose an eyebrow as she continued to drag on about another ‘irritating’ child. What age did she think he was? He was standing there in front of her at the age of 25, he had been doing this whole spider gig since he was 15. “Sounds…interesting…”

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crystxllinx:

~ ❧ ~ “O’ course it could’ve,” she said, holding up her hand so the pebble turned in midair, shooting back into her palm which closed gently around it. “That was kind of the point of shootin’ it at you. You don’t fire a gun n’ think wow, thank gosh that didn’t hit anyone, it would’ve hurt!” She opened her fingers and a fine dust fell from the, the remains of the little pebble.

“You’re pretty flexible, kiddo. You should think about a different profession, somethin’ involvin’ skimpy outfits n’ a nice shiny pole, I hear there’s good money in it.” ~ ❧ ~

Did she have to explain everything out? With a small sigh and a light shake of his head from side to side, he tried to block her out. His eyes stuck to the pebble which had made its way back into her hand. But that seemed to meet a devastating end. It didn’t take a genius to realise that she had abilities of her own. “So – what’s your backstory then Mrs Australia – who likes to point out everything…” A smirk grew on his features ever so slightly as he listened to her words. ”I don’t think I’m the stripper type – but maybe I could but on a one-on-one show…?”

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radioactiveexposure requested a starter

“Back in my day vigilantes used to dress in dark colors for stealth.No offense to the patriotic red white and blue combination but kid I saw you from blocks away. Although the whole Tarzan swing is pretty impressive” Dick’s rooftop suddenly occupied a sassy young vigilante and it was both hilarious and intriguing.

“Let me guess..” he looked at the symbol at his chest, “Man spider. Right? Oh–wait. Shit are you that spiderman guy the paper’s been writing about?”

“Man, Babs loves you. My kind of girlfriend. She’s gonna be pissed she missed a chance to see how dorky you look swinging by“

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“Y’know, most people would start their conversation with a hello – or a how are you. You decided to take the high road and tell me that I look like an ass…” Who the heck is this guy? The question ran through Peter’s head, turning around on the rooftop to look towards the male in which he now shared it with. It was instantly clear that this guy was looking to work him up and get some sort of a response out of him, and he was going to get it.<br>”You’re really good at keeping your secret identity…Babs…” He continued to listen to the dark male’s words until he found his opportunity to be as sassy as he could. “Loves me? I bet you’re secretly glad she isn’t here…” He smirked under the mask which clung to his face. “Anyway – I wish I knew who you were...Blue Bird Man! What’s your power…? Feeding young children by passing chewed up food from your mouth to theirs? That’s kinda creepy…”