#peter muse

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[ @goddamnmuses​ is spamming with pics of their muses and I am happy about this!]

.Amelia chuckled, smiling as Peter landed. “So, how do you like the new suit, Parker?” she asked.

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The Spider’s lucky day

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“Is it Ms. or Mrs. Davidson ?“ Peter said sitting at his desk cigarette in hand. The beautiful brunette had wander into his office possible to seek help or maybe it was just his lucky day.

“That would be Miss, Mr. Parker,” Amelia answered, walking further into his office, stopping just in front of his desk, not sitting down, a gloved hand upon her hip as she glanced down at him. “My employer is interested in retaining your services... Are you really as good as they say?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

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In the name of the Moon

(A random thing for @koiwrites that turned out so much longer than I planned it to!)

Amelia pouted, staring at her computer screen, sighing heavily in vexation. Of all the damned luck… Her character died last session, and given the limited funds of the party, it was very doubtful a resurrection would be doable. Damn. She really liked her paladin, she spent so much time crafting her backstory and everything. It wasn’t her DM’s fault; she was fair. It was just the roll of the dice as it went.

She worked with the DM, trying to craft a new character to be at level five like the others. She just…was stuck on what actually to make. In light of the last battle, she was considering a cleric. She just…still was drawing a blank. And with D&D to start in a couple of hours at the game shop, she really did not have the time to dawdle.

She finished her iced coffee (well, it was generous to call it an iced coffee anymore, since the ice had long melted) before biting the bullet, selecting the race as half-elf and the name of Celeste as a Cleric level five, Light domain. Okay, there. It was done, finally. She could come up with the details later when she actually got to the session.

She settled her nerves by watching a couple of short cooking videos before she packed up and left the campus library, making it to the shop ten minutes before the session was going to start.

“Hi, Uncle Stan!” Amelia chimed happily, greeting the store owner as she stepped inside.

“Hey, kid,” the elder gentleman greeted with a friendly smile and a wave. His sunglasses, so shiny as usual that it shone her reflection clearly. “May all your rolls be crits!” he cheered her before.

“Thank you!” she chimed, heading towards the back where the gaming tables were already set up. Tonight, she was the last player at their table to arrive, but at least she was still there on time. “Hey, guys,” she greeted the Dungeon Master and their other four players, taking the one empty seat, in between the Dungeon Master, Mary, and Peter, another nerdy college student like Amelia.

“Alright, well, I know it’s a little early, but we can go ahead and start if everyone is ready?” Mary offered, looking over her players. There was no objection, and she smirked faintly. “Time to play. Now, picking up where we left off…”

Forty minutes into the gaming session, Amelia’s character made her entrance to help defend the party against the cultist necromancer.

“Amelia, if you would please describe your character for the table,” Mary requested.

Inwardly, Amelia panicked. Even though, yes, she knew this was coming, she still hadn’t come up with any solid ideas. “Um, well…” She nervously bit her bottom lip, when she saw a wall scroll on display—with Sailor Moon. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “Okay, so, out of the dust, she comes out, her long, silvery hair blowing in the wind behind her, her scale mail armor shimmering like a beacon of hope. Staring down the necromancer, she points at him with her mace and declares, ‘I am Celeste, devout acolyte of Selûne, the Moonmaiden! Stand down, or you shall be punished for your crimes’!”

There was a small pause before another player, named Eve, asked, “Did you just base your Cleric off Sailor Moon?”

Amelia realized how it did sound, and her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?” she squeaked. The table erupted with good-natured laughter. Once it died down, Mary had Amelia roll for initiative.

Combat continued on for another forty-five minutes, and it got a bit dicey as Amelia nearly lost her second player character when the necromancer attempted to cast Disintegrate on Celeste, only for a Counter Spell from Peter’s character to save the day.

Caught in the moment of the roller coaster of emotions, Amelia turned and hugged Peter tightly, her eyes almost welling up with relieved, happy tears, thanking him repeatedly before she accidentally kissed his hair. Her cheeks heated up with a blush as she realized what she did but hoping that Peter, somehow, didn’t feel it, the college student pulled back and laughed nervously. “Oh, thank God, thanks, man. I didn’t want to make another character!” Amelia remarked then sighed heavily with relief as she leaned back into her seat, looking over the battlefield.

In the end, Amelia was the one to strike the final blow against their enemy, rolling a crit on her Guiding Bolt.

“And as you call down your last bolt, strengthened by your faith, the entire frame of the necromancer seems to flash silver and white, their skeleton briefly lighting up before—poof! He crumbles into a pile of grey ash, discarded and blowing in the wind,” Mary dramatically narrated. Since it was at a good stopping point, and finals were about this week for many college students, the decision was made to end the session there. The redheaded DM wished her players luck with their finals and packed up before heading off to go relax before her shift began at a local bar. “See you all again next week!” she chimed, waving them goodbye.

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@w-e-b-h-e-a-d-s:  Peter waited until she was in the door way before quickly closing it and pinning her up against the wall and hiking up her skirt and slipping his cock into her.

Granted, Amelia originally planned for a ‘fun’ night with Peter. They’d sent flirty texts between each other all day, and he was in the middle of finals; he needed to blow off some steam, and being the nurturing girlfriend she was, of course, she wanted to help with that.

What she hadn’t expected was to be pounced on the moment she entered his dorm.

With her back pinned to the wall, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and his cock plunged into her, she couldn’t help but moan, her toes curling inside her boots. “Oh, Peter,” she happily sighed, his plump cock already stretching her.

Well, what a welcome!

Her cheeks flushed pink. “I thought you’d want dinner first,” she admitted, her voice soft, still a little surprise (happily so) by his eagerness.

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Amelia was originally finishing getting ready for the Halloween party but apparently her boyfriend had different ideas. She gasped as Peter hiked up her dress and entered her. She leaned back into him, moaning as his cock stretched her. “Peter? What are you doing?” she panted, blushing bashfully.

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❛ could be worse. not sure how , but it could be. ❜ (spider-man)

( @ghostsandmirrors )

“Okay. That’s it. Spider-Man, no more pep talks from you. You’re fired from pep talks.”

Alright, Amelia was (mostly) joking, but seriously, how was that supposed to be encouraging?

“Also, don’t ever say the Star Wars curse ever again. Not during a mission.”

That time, she was completely serious.

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Ready for Business

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@goddamnmuses​: “Someone is ready for some serious business.”

“Heh, well, I got to go for a meeting with some members of the UN,” Amelia explained with a pleased smile. “You like this suit, though?” she asked. She leaned over, stealing a kiss when her phone beeped its alarm, and she broke it with a displeased groan. “Hey, um, you free for dinner tonight?”

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.”Hello, Parker,” Amelia sighed.

“...I thought we agreed you were not going to crash anymore S.H.I.E.L.D. debriefings... I thought you told Stark you were going to be the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’.”

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