#mel simps

You haunted his mind; every thought, every moment, every crevice of his being was yours. Yours, eternally yours. His heart, his soul, his cock-

It throbbed in his hand, tip weeping with pearlescent arousal. Peter groaned softly, imagining how you'd toy with it, play with it, tease him into obliteration.

It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve this, this… distance.

The night was lonely and cold. Hank had advised them against flying back to the mansion overnight, back to you. 

He'd run it himself, he knew he could. 

Alaska wasn't that far from New York, right? Just a, what? Five minute dash across the country? 

He'd run back in a heartbeat, run back to you. He knew he could, he would-

…but then Scott would yell at him for hours at a time. And then Hank would be pissed, and the professor would have a stern talk with him, when all he wanted was to bury himself deep inside of you and fuck you until he cried.

Hours he could've spent buried between your thighs, grabbing your hips, pumping you full, full of him until no distinction could be made between who was who.

Peter's body was slick; sweat dripping down his toned, built figure. A few years of fighting on the X-Men, and already he looked phenomenal.

The clear liquid pooled particularly in the v of his hips, and god, he wished you were there to clean it up, to lick him full and tease him until he-

“-Oh god-” the speedster groaned, white falling across his vision. His body tensed, molten lust spilling over his fingers.

Peter panted, his chest heaving.

For a brief moment, he could swear - you were right there, right beside him, just in his reach…

…and then it all faded, and he was alone.

Practically crying as he fills you, aching deeply with that need, that burning desire. His body is screaming at him to stop, he's cum more times than he can count - and you have, too.

Every night, when he drags you to bed, he promises, "tonight's the night" he can feel it. He knows its gonna happen...

...and his heart breaks when it doesn't.

Peter and a love interest who are struggling with infertility. He's all in the clear, his partner isn't. Lots of emotional weight to be had.

Peter x stripper!love interest. He meets them at a night out with the guys on the team. They start being friends (maybe even moreso). He offers to walk them home after work on the weekends, make sure they get home safe.

Peter x pornstar!love interest. Basically, as a famous superhero, someone tells him to get more popular and make a sex tape. Which he does. His love interest is very bratty/pernickety. Lots of emotional moments possible.

Ex!Peter and his love interest reuniting at a bar on what should have been their wedding day. They get to talking, get to drinking, and... get home.

You've been together for quite some time. Enough for there to be a steady rhythm to your lovemaking by now. You know the back and forth, the casual intimacy by heart.

And it's great - amazing, really. It's fun and wild and... great, just great.

But routine can get boring after a while. And Peter does love being the center of attention...

The camera he buys is a crappy thing, the footage it records is grainy, sound muffled and tinny at best. But it was cheap, and it does its job as it sits upon your nightstand.

He kisses you softly, once everything is set up. Candles, flowers, the camera's silent vigil as it records your film. You're in a pretty little lace number (not that it will last, this IS Peter we're talking about).

He's wearing his jumpsuit, maybe he's come back from a training exercise, maybe hes home from a mission and the only thing he can think of is you.

Peter wants something for you to remember him by, to be able to watch when it's the dead of night and he's away. And his every kiss, and every layer of clothing he removes is a testament to it.

He appreciates you so much, as you strip down bare - and he isn't very far after.

The act itself is wonderful, your bodies interwoven.

And though you'd normally make love in a single set position, changing only after your eventual releases...

...maybe it's the camera. Maybe something is in the air. Regardless, the two of you are maneuvering into positions you haven't tried in months.

And by the end of the night, you're both too exhausted to really think.