warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral sex
word count: 774
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Peter was especially dirty tonight. Being thrown into a puddle of mud that soaked through his suit meant that he was literally caked in dirt and blood. You wound up putting the suit into a trash bag for the time being to avoid it getting everything else dirty, shoving it under your bed so no one found it.
You hated seeing him after a fight, all bruised and bloody. Turns out New York City had a huge villain problem that you didn't know about before you met him.
You watched him in the mirror as he stepped into the shower, even his ass dirty. You stripped yourself bare and followed him in. He was just standing under the water with his eyes closed, sighing of relief at the feeling of the hot water.
You placed your hands on his sides, eventually sliding them all the way around and hugging him from behind. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder blade and he tipped his head back to lean it against your scalp.
You were careful not to hurt him, but you weren't gentle enough. A couple of his ribs had been cracked and were hurting his lungs. But, to be completely honest, your arms around him was welcomed. He needed a hug, especially one from you.
After a few seconds, he turned around to face you. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you gently, water now hitting the back of his neck.
He swapped your positions, putting you under the stream. He slowly pushed you against the wall, the water hitting the top of his head and flowing down your faces.
His hands slid down your body to your ass and he smirked into the kiss. He squeezed a bit and you couldn't hold in the moan that conjured up.
He kissed down your body and didn't stop until he was on his knees, holding your writhing body by your hips.
"Peter," you said softly.
"Hm?"
"Why don't we take a real shower and move this to the bedroom?"
"Mm, I don't wanna."
Immediately, he kissed your clit and you shuddered. He hiked your leg over his shoulder, his other hand on the back of the straight knee.
You didn't feel like trying to persuade him to stop, and honestly any thought you had in your head was gone the second his tongue made contact.
You reached down and tangled your fingers in his wet hair, giving you a better grip on it. It didn't take long for you to be a moaning mess, him having to hold your trembling legs still.
The second he was kissing you again, it was like something took over and he was smushing his face against his. He scooped you up and wrapped your legs around his hips. He held you up with one hand — that damn Spider-Man strength — and positioned himself at your entrance with the other.
"Are you hurting?" you asked after he winced a bit.
"Not much. I'm good."
"You sure? I could always just let you take me from behind," you said seductively.
As an answer, he sunk you down onto him and you moaned, laying your head back against the wall. His lips latched onto your neck as he began thrusting, the water hitting where your bodies connected.
You'd only had sex standing once or twice before so you forgot how good it felt for your body to be completely controlled by him. Shoved against the wall, your feet not even on the ground, he could move and fuck you however he wanted to.
But tonight, it didn't seem like he would last much longer. You didn't blame him though, as he never did after he fought bad guys.
You grabbed his face and looked into his eyes, his pupils as big as his irises. Eye contact was always a big turn on for him, so you knew this would get him to cum soon.
"Peter, I want you to cum in me."
"You sure?"
You nodded. "Absolutely. Fill me up." And with that, he was slamming into you, trying to get there quickly. "Fuck, that feels so good."
Within seconds, you felt his warm cum fill you to the brim, dripping out onto the shower floor. You always loved seeing the look on his face when he came — eyebrows pointed up, mouth agape. It was hot as hell.
After a few more kisses, he put you back down on your feet and sat down on the side of the tub on top of the shower liner to catch his breath.
You smirked, washing your hair as you breathed heavily.
it takes a village | an All Creatures Great and Small fanfic
She’s been eyeing Mr Farnon over Charlotte’s shoulder as he wanders closer, having managed to extract himself from Mr Dobson’s questioning. He looks so handsome in his Sunday best, well put-together, his pocket square just so. Audrey can’t help but be proud — of his well-pressed suit, of course.
He doesn’t comment on finding Audrey in the middle of the gravestones, just holds his arm out for her. “Shall we?”
They share a private little smile as she hooks her arm with his, the rest of the congregation fading into the background, his eyes twinkling in that way she’s noticed they do when she catches his gaze lingering on her.
They walk down the path arm in arm, only separating so he can open the Tapsel gate for her to pass through first — once their arms are linked again, she tries to go right, towards home, but he pulls to the left.
She looks over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought it would be nice to go for a little walk,” he says.
It's Audrey's birthday and Siegfried has a surprise in store — but, as usual, it doesn't go quite according to plan.
Okay, Mysterious Lotus Casebook lovers I need you! I've been doing a quick rewatch to take notes for an upcoming fic and I just... Can you help me find where were the four Ice shards? Like Master Jin in Yuanbao Villa had one, same for Yu in the Girl's mansion, and there was a third that Mr Pi obtained and that the fairy got back to give Sect leader He.
Where... Where does the fourth come from? Where was it? I cannot understand where it was through the rewatch so I just... need help I guess??
the issue with being a writer and being a hardcore mcr fan is that all of my stories have HEAVY mcr influence because i genuinely believe there is nothing more beautiful than what theyve done
