It goes ding when there's stuff!

Also Frank Castle when he actually almost killed Peter:

Change is happening.

Saw the new spider and let me tell ya something…

Thinking about him getting a bit more comfortable in the bedroom with different positions cos you turn all soft and malleable when he throws you around a bit– gets rough with sweet words and soft kisses. Hes obsessed with putting you in full nelson.

He likes the way he can pinpoint the exact moment when your head turns all mushy and youre in that warm honeyed space in your head.

"Hey, baby," he breathes against the warm, clammy skin of your jaw as he thrusts up into your heat from beneath you.

You whimper through a weak and wet choke. One of your arms is thrown around his neck, just barely keeping a grip on his freckled shoulders as he jostles you around.

"Mmmff– Petey— oh fuck,"

His balls are flush against your sopping folds, pulsing everytime he presses himself to the hilt with a deep groan.

Your thighs slip a little in his hands but he readjusts easily, pulling them back towards your chest, opening you up a bit more for him.

He sinks even deeper and you both moan. Your head tips back to rest on his bulging shoulder, turning to tuck yourself into his neck as he pumps into you.

He's gotten a little bit better about warning you when he's gonna cum. And you've learned his tells enough to know when he's close.

Usually starts with his thrusts getting a little sloppy, less coordinated, more desperate and quick with less rhythm to them as he pants and groans.

Brunet curls stick to this forehead and his eyes lid, dark lashes pairing prettily against his flushed cheeks.

"Are you close?" He asks and you can tell he's hurrying to get it out. Ever the gentleman.

You nod, rolling your hips back into him so the plush of your ass presses into the warmth of his tummy.

"Oh shit—" Peter clenches his eyes shut, brows furrowing as he pulls his bottom lip up between his teeth, "m'cumming. M'cumming."

You pant, shivering when he pushes himself to the hilt again, big balls pressed up against your folds, pulsing, "yeah?"

"Yeah. Right now. M'cumming right now."

You moan when his spend fills you, warmth spreading throughout your velvet heat.

And hes so cute and sweet. Takes him a good 35 seconds before your legs start to hurt and you've gotta remind him to put you down and he's immediately apologizing and rubbing his big hands up and down your thighs.