#xpeter

[xseaofrosesx]

starter for @r3dblccd

Peter|Navi

Peter who had enough of the city that day had decided to venture out into some good ole nature. He picked a field with some pretty flowers quietly spreading a blanket out onto the grass and laid down. He looked up at the sky carefully shielding his eyes from the sun.

[xseaofrosesx]

Peter nodded as he would definitely watch him. "Alright.. As long as you give me permission to laugh." Peter returned the playful smile. He nodded as he would have to pack up some of his things so he'd be able to spend the night.

Open starter for River: Getting caught in the act!

River had made his way out of the city and into the countryside because he missed being back in nature once in a while. Being in nature made him think of the fae realm, of his home and it made him feel at ease. The young male spotted a lake and he decided to stay there for a little while and just relax. He got undressed before going into the water because he wanted to take a swim. And after swimming for a few minutes he decided to allow his wings to take form again. River didn’t mind being in his human form but it felt way nicer to be in his natural form. But just as the male wanted to take another swim he heard a sound and he began to look around, wanting to find out whether someone was watching him.

[clinicallyclara2]

(Y/N)xPeter Parker

MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Pairing: (Y/N) x Peter Parker Summary: Spider-Man saves you, and you figure out his secret. (NSFW. Impatient and rough Peter.) Word count: 3690 Warnings: Fem!reader, nsfw 18+, use of (Y/N), multiple mentions of “stalking” (only teasing), blood mention (from an accidental cut), praising, fingering, finger sucking, oral sex (F&M receiving), biting hands, unprotected p in v, begging, nicknames, very light choking. ★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・★

“Spiderman?!” I gasped against the base of his throat. His mask was cold against my cheek, and it made my body go rigid. What the fuck?

He had picked me up and swung me over half of New York City before I could react. I was still shaking.

“You’re okay, (Y/N).” His voice came out raspy, and it made me blink. Does he know me?

“How do you-“

“Uh, the news. I watch you on the news a lot.” He cut me off abruptly, and I became suspicious immediately. Despite how nauseating flying through the air made me feel, I knew I would dwell on his words.

I was a weather reporter, fresh out of college and trying my best. I was on every night at 10 p.m.

The impact of him swinging me through the air made my eyes water.

He landed on the ground first, the impact shooting up through our bodies. Except we weren’t on the ground, but on top of an extremely tall building.

I was clinging to him. He had my back gripped tight to him, and I only loosened when he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked casually, and I nodded my head. I knew that voice. I took a few steps back so I would stop touching him. My legs felt funny and wobbly.

“Yeah-“ I said breathily. I realized which building he had dropped me off at, my apartment building.

“Do I- know you?” I raised a brow.

He pointed his thumb at the street, and I reached out to grab his wrist before he could leave. He hissed, and I jumped, moving my hand up his arm more. I had grabbed him where three little bloody slashes went through his suit. He was pale and appeared somewhat skinny.

“Hey, please don’t leave. Tell me.” I demanded.

“(Y/N). Come on, you know I can’t do that.” That voice. The way he said my name like that. My mind flooded with images of Peter. Peter Parker. That has to be him. The one that followed me around the news station every day like a puppy, insisted on walking me home every single day, even if it was late, like today. He was like a bug I couldn’t escape, and he just saved my life.

Except tonight, he didn’t walk me home.

“Peter?” I whispered. I noticed his breathing hitch in his chest before he returned to normal. I retraced my fingers from around his wrist.

“Who?” He asked.

“I know it’s you.” I shook my head.

“No, you don’t.” He said sternly.

“Face it. I figured it out.” I looked over the mask. My jaw was tight.

I was furious. He had been following me, stalking me, maybe. He saw me get jumped by those men, and he saved me. He saved me, but this time as Spider-Man. My facial expression softened. I looked over my clothes, feeling like I was out of my body.

He stared at me with a somewhat blank expression that was permanently etched on his mask. My throat worked. 

“Fine, it’s not you. Never mind.” I waved my hand and started to walk briskly toward the door.

“Are you going to be okay?” He called out after me.

I stopped, turning on my heel.

“Yes,” I replied simply. “Maybe sometime in the next millennia.”

I went into my apartment, keys jangling shakily as I unlocked my door and went inside. I was greeted by my oblivious cat. She only wanted food. I bent down and stroked her head before bolting the door behind me.

I walked over to her bowl and filled it up. My cozy apartment no longer felt like home. The air was tense and almost unfamiliar. I was still shaking, just anxious and worked up.

I decided just to go lie down. I padded through the small hallway and into my bedroom. I didn’t bother changing out of my work clothes yet—black strappy heels and a blue dress that hugged my thighs. I took my phone from my purse and hesitantly laid it on my side table. Should I text him? 

I toyed with the idea for a moment before texting Peter.

(Y/N): I lied. I’m not okay.

I sent the text, and little quips started to spill from my mouth. Open-mouthed, I began to sob into my hand.

I almost immediately got a text back.

Peter: I’m outside, you’re okay.

(Y/N): Come here.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and shakily took a breath, waiting for his reply. A few minutes passed, and it never came. The buzzer from downstairs buzzed loudly throughout the apartment, and I flew out of bed. I let him up through the panel near my front door and opened the door impatiently, my quiet sobs filling the space.

His tall figure bounded up the stairs and immediately grasped my forearms to steady my shaking body.

“Hey, hey. Come here.” He said quietly. He wrapped me in a hug, his hand ghosting over my hair.

“What happened?” He asked me quietly.

I hesitated for just a moment and looked up into his eyes. My gaze faltered shakily. Did I get it wrong?

“I-“

“Come on, let’s go sit.” He delicately nudged me back into my apartment, shutting and bolting the door behind him. I stepped backward and let him pull me to my couch.

I stared at him for a little too long.

“Why were you outside my apartment?” I asked curiously. I was going to force the information out of him if it killed me.

“I was running, that’s all.” He waved me off, and I caught a peek beneath his long sleeves on his shirt. One of them was stained red. My eyes locked onto it before I pulled them away to meet his gaze. His throat worked.

“You were running at three in the morning?” I raised a brow.

“Yeah.” His voice wavered, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know you’re bleeding, right?” I nodded my head toward his shirt, and he gasped.

“Oh shit-“ He stood up and went to my sink. I trailed behind him, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Peter,” I said softly.

“(Y/N).” He replied, glancing over his shoulder.

“Give it up,” I whispered.

He turned to me after he had washed his cut, quickly pulling his sleeve down again. I walked over to him briskly, grabbing his wrist. I pulled his sleeve up higher and examined his wound. Three little slashes, but they were more healed than before. I met his eyes, and his lip quivered.

“I shouldn’t have come.”

He was standing here crying because I figured it out. My lip quivered, and I pushed my face into his chest. Sobs racked through me, and he hugged me to him.

“Hey, shhh- you’re okay.” He shushed me. His hand grazed up and down my back. His face went to the top of my head, and he sighed deeply.

“I just mean, you shouldn’t know. No one knows.” He whispered into my hair. I relaxed into him, my sobs stopping.

“Come on, let’s get you fed.” He thumbed over my cheek. I hiccuped, and he parted delicately from me. His fingers grazed my arm as he reached around me and opened my fridge. He pulled out my wrapped, half-eaten burger and placed it into my hands.

“You eat them cold, right?”

My breath hitched.

“You have been watching me.”

“Of course I have.” He shook his head, his eyes roaming my face. He looked at me like it was the most obvious thing.

“Do you watch me all the time?” My brows furrowed, and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a fucking stalker, (Y/N).” He chuckled, and it made me smile.

“Just sometimes when you’re being a dumb ass and you work really late I follow behind you. Like tonight, or I walk you home as Peter.” He shrugged.

I smiled and searched his frame.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I knew he would have done it for anyone, but something stirred in me with him.

“Can I ask you about it?”

“About what?”

“Being cool and famous, and you know, Spider-Man?” I laughed softly.

“Eat, and maybe I'll answer a few questions.” His voice was commanding, without any hint of shakiness unlike mine.

“Okay,” I said quietly. I unwrapped my burger and took a few slow bites.

“How did you- become Spider-Man?” I asked softly, covering my mouth.

“A really special spider bit me.” He explained it to me like a child, and I stared blankly at him.

“Oh-” I blinked at him. So he didn't choose to be Spider-Man? Although I suppose most superheroes don’t decide to be superheroes.

“Does that surprise you?”

“A little.” I nodded. I inhaled shakily and looked over his frame. “It’s courageous of you to risk your life for New York City daily.”

“I wish I had a choice, but if I did, I would still risk my life. Especially for you.” His voice became raspy, and it made me blink.

“It makes me nervous.” I blurted.

“I- why?” He stuttered.

I set my food down and took a careful step toward him.

“Because I’ve only known you as the intern that followed me around like a lost puppy, then the man that trembled every time I entered the room.”

He let out a hard, shaky breath.

“You’re the only thing that makes me weak.” He whispered. His eyes searched my face, then stopped when he seemed to find his answer.

“Are you sure like bug spray or something doesn't-”

“(Y/N).”

A chuckle rippled through me, and he quickly connected our bodies. My facial expression softened. His stomach pressed against mine, and he leaned over me. Our lips were a few inches apart, and I stared at his. My back was forced back into the counter, an unfamiliar ache rippled through my spine, and his long, slender fingers ghosted over my hips.

I tipped my face up to meet his gaze.

“Touch me,” I begged.

He leaned closer to my lips, his rasped whisper like a purr.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” I gasped. Before I knew it, he had me by my hips, and his lips were pressed hard to mine. I whined into his mouth, and his hand went up to my ribcage. My head was buzzing as he towered over me, bending down so he could kiss me. He lapped at my lips with his tongue, and I groaned loudly in our kiss. He wedged his tongue into my mouth, and I tangled mine with his. A throaty moan slipped past his lips, and he gripped my sides even tighter than before.

It felt so obscene, although it wasn't at all. He picked me up easily and put me on my counter. Our height difference was now more comfortable. He never parted from my mouth; his breathing was ragged against it, and it made me dizzy. His hips parted my thighs wider as he pressed into me more. His hands dragged from around my waist to the tops of my thighs.

“How far are you willing to go tonight?” He whispered.

“Shut up,” I growled against his lips. My hands connected with his hard chest, and I started to shakily undo the buttons of his shirt from the bottom up. “I want you to be rough with me,” I mumbled against his lips.

He held up his hand in front of my mouth, exposing the skin between his thumb and his pointer finger.

“Bite.” He instructed calmly. I looked at him, puzzled.

“Really?”

“Y/N. If you want me to be rough, do what I say.” His throat worked. I hesitantly opened my mouth, and he put the little bit of stretched skin to my lips. I bit down carefully until his other hand snapped up and made me bite down, closing my jaw forcefully.

“There’s my good girl.” He whispered, thumbing over my cheek with his free hand. My whole body thrummed.

“Now be quiet.” He leaned into me, his lips next to my ear. His hand dropped down from my jaw and went easily up my skirt. My body went rigid, sucking in a breath and he swore into my ear.

“Fuck. You’re okay, relax.” He nuzzled my neck with his nose. He wasn’t saying “Fuck.” because I wasn’t listening, I think it was more in the you’re turning me on sort of way. I relaxed and let him trace his hand up my thighs more. He pushed into me more, spreading my legs with his free hand. The bottom of my dress rolled up my thighs more.

“Can I?” He asked raspily, watching me intently. I nodded eagerly. His finger brushed against the front of my soaked underwear, and I whined.

“Shhh-“ He shushed into my ear. I only wanted to get louder. He made me shake.

His hand was wrapped almost over the lower part of my face, sort of like a mask.

“God, you are so wet.” He huffed. He delicately toyed with my underwear, letting it slip inside of me and out again as he pulled it taught.

“Fuck.” I grumbled against his hand.

He pulled up my panties, making me inhale sharply.

“Hey- shush. What did I say? I’m going to need you to be quiet, or else you’ll be punished.” He licked a line up my neck, and I trembled. I nodded to him.

“Good.”

With that, he tugged my underwear to the side and plunged his fingers into me easily. Then he stayed still. I groaned loudly over his hand, and he squeezed my cheeks softly. I bit him harder. He kissed my forehead.

“There’s my good girl. What, what do you want?” He pulled his hand from my mouth down to my neck instead.

“Move- please,” I said shakily.

He started to pound into me with his fingers, little quips spilled out from my throat, and he quietened me by kissing me. His hand never slowed. The one over my throat tightened, and he breathed heavily into my mouth.

“Yeah?” He held my gaze. I practically melted, my head tipped backward, and gently bumped the cabinet behind me.

“Yes!” I whined.

He couldn’t help but bite back his smile, fingering me sloppily. At least it sounded sloppy.

“Oh my god, listen to you, my pretty girl.” He praised me easily, as if it were natural for him to do so. 

“I’m going to pick you up again, okay?” His lips dragged up against the base of my throat, and I moaned in reply. He pulled his fingers out of me before he picked me up easily. I wrapped my arms around him, and he rubbed my back while he took us to my bedroom.

I pressed little kisses to his temple, and he smiled at me. He was still holding me, his hand finding the zipper at the top of my back and unzipping it as he cradled me to him.

“Let me see you.” His voice didn’t have his normal nerdiness to it that I usually heard at work. Something replaced it—a warm, thick, husky tone. He stood me up, and I let my dress slip off my body easily. I could have sworn I heard his breath hitch in his throat. His eyes grazed over my body like I was wearing a lavish set of underwear. But I wasn’t at all.

His hands found my waist, and he bent in to kiss me gently.

“I want you to know —” I said between kisses. He parted from my lips to look down at me. “That I have always liked you, before I mean, even at the office. Not because you’re Spider-Man.”

A chuckle rumbled through him, and he looked down at me with adoration.

“You know, I can tell because of this weird thing I have. Because I’m Spider-Man, I can sense every little change in you. It’s easier to see around coworkers as well, which ones like me and which ones don’t.” He stroked a strand of hair out of my face. “You, however, get this little funny feeling. Right here.” He placed his hand sort of where my ovaries are. His thumb and his pointer finger extended to hit both spots at once.

“I’ve always known.” He whispered. I looked at him, almost mortified. My cheeks heated, and he bent down to kiss them. While I was distracted, sucking a spot to his neck he pushed his front to mine. His hand slipped back into my underwear easily, rubbing small circles to my clit almost painfully slow.

“I’ve ruined that pretty pair of underwear, and I’m sorry.” He whispered into my ear.

“Forget it.” I panted, closing my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, he pushed me back to the edge of my bed and took off my panties in one motion. They bunched at my ankles, and he pulled them off over my heels choppily. He placed one of my heels onto the edge of my bed, dipping his head between my thighs and holding my ankle still.

He lapped slowly over my heat. My hips bucked instinctively and he started to lap over my clit. Small circles with his tongue made me moan. I picked my head up and watched him begin to unclip the buckle at the top of my heel before it clattered to the floor. My leg curled up almost fully behind his head, and he lapped at me harder. I tipped my head back and moaned, my back arching as he unclipped my other heel easily. When it hit the floor, his face was still buried in me. He snaked his tongue inside of me. Was it supposed to feel this good? It never felt this good.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me right to the edge of the bed. My legs had nowhere to go except for around his back, over his shoulders. He hummed happily into my core, making my body shake.

“Fuck!” I roared. His thumb went up to rub slowly at my swollen clit and I moaned desperately. Something dangerous stirred in my belly.

“Come.” He rasped against my heat. He only retracted his tongue for a second before it filled me again.

I sputtered out a broken cry, and he kept eating me out as my orgasm washed over me. My legs locked behind his head. His free hand snaked up over my breast to rest right in front of my mouth. The little bit of skin between his pointer finger and his thumb was exposed to me. I knew what to do. I bit down hard on his hand, and he hummed happily in reply into my heat. He was mimicking each moan he pulled out of me. 

Once I could think and breathe normally again, he finally uncovered my mouth.

“Do you want more?” He pulled back from me slowly, and I just looked at him for a moment while I tried to find my voice.

“Yes.” I breathed out. He stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.

“On your knees, please.”

I was shaky and hesitant at first, but I complied. He motioned down to his belt.

“Go ahead.”

I smiled up at him, and he thumbed over my cheek. He couldn’t help but I reached up and undid his belt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down to his ankles. He looked big. Huge even. My throat worked, and he seemed almost impatient with me.

I wet my dry lips before I pulled down his boxers. His length sprang out, and before I could hesitate or react, he had his hand in the back of my hair.

“Suck.” He said dryly. He 

 impatient.

My throat worked and I put his cock into my mouth, sucking on as much of him as I could. His head tipped back, and I sighed around him at the sight. Heat pooled between my legs and I moaned around his thick cock. I took in more of him, and I didn’t think he expected that.

He gasped, audibly gasped as I went to the base of his throat.

“Oh- good girl!” He roared. He gently started to fuck my mouth and I let him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled off of me with a pop. Bending down, he unclasped my bra and helped me stand again.

“I need to be buried in you.”

“I need you buried in me,” I replied easily. He flipped me around, pushing me onto the bed, and he mounted behind me.

He pushed into my slick, and a cry got caught in my throat. His hand wrapped around my face, cupping it over my mouth.

He started to pound into me. Relentlessly. My knees went weak, and he followed me down lower as my arms trembled.

“I see you take that little pill at lunch every day- right?” He huffed in between thrusts. I nodded eagerly.

“Fuck- you’re such a good girl.” His control was slipping, and I could tell because he whined as I pushed back into him, matching his thrusts.

“Right there- (Y/N).” He whispered my name like a prayer. Three of his fingers went into my mouth and I tasted myself, sucking hard.

“Come with me.” He begged. “Now.” He gasped.

He didn’t last long this time. I screamed out as he came into me, his fingers dropping from my lips. I followed right after. I shook underneath him, and he pressed into me as I collapsed onto the bed.

“Oh- my sweet girl. Are you okay?” He asked quietly, and I nodded.

“More than okay.” I chuckled as he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

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[eishonnaveron]

I can’t y’all. I want…no I NEED more Miguel xPeter B. Parker stuff!!!

They just make my brain melt and makes me squeal😔😭

[darkmaga-returns]

The Last American Vagabond

The Last American Vagabond

Dec 16, 2024

Joining me today is Derrick Broze, here to discuss some of his recent articles and how they relate to some of the current stories dominating the headlines. We discuss the new contracts between SpaceX and the Biden administration for rolling out an all-encompassing satellite spy network around the world with the NRO and how this overlaps with the rapidly growing control grid that is being implemented. We also discuss the Israeli government dominated spyware field and how this is set to explode in the next Trump administration. We also consider how the current drone craze might fit into all of this.

Source Links:

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[xseaofrosesx]

starter for @xhxnne

Peter had arrived at the flower sop pretty early that morning. Once he got his apron on, he got to work watering the plants that he had displayed in the window. He made sure they had enough water. He then quickly dashed back behind the counter hearing the bell above the door chime. "Hello there.. Welcome~ how may I help you??"

[felinefelicia]

@wbbing

Felicia was dressed in her new outfit and, could she just say, her best outfit yet. It was collecting dust for far too long and she missed it. Oh damn did she miss it. Of course, she had to give it a spin. It was like a new car. You just couldn’t not take it out for a ride and see how the engine purrs.

Felicia had already worked her way through security like a shadow, not altering anyone of her presence. She looked at the small vial, encased in a large glass dome on a stand. Probably heavily secured even beyond the glass. She placed her hands on the glass, claws tapping against it playfully as she thought. Hearing a soft thud behind her, Felicia turned to see an all too familiar figure.

“I thought I wasn’t seeing you again, Spider. Miss me already?”

[tonydadisbestdad]

Gym Misunderstandings (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/xfRoJNaDmS You were just sparring, however your dad seemed to think otherwise. Peter ParkerxReader Dad!Tony StarkxReader

[xseaofrosesx]

Peter shook his head. "No, not like a fridge. It's more of a type of computer that will give me what I ask for." He tilted his head trying to figure a way to explain it. "A vending machine of sorts."

[unluckyfeline]

CATS DON’T PLAY WITH SPIDERS. WE JUST BAT THEM AROUND // a Peter Parker & Felicia Hardy playlist.

Natalia Kills - Problem

I’m your dream girl. This is real love. But you know what they say about me. That girl is a problem.

Metric - Lost Kitten

When you lie, I'll cover it up. When you hide, I'll cover it up. When you cry, I'll cover it up. When you come undone, I'll cover it up

Charli XCX - Take My Hand

C'mon baby, put your hands on my hips. Get lost with your lips to my lips. Wanna taste your heart, don't interfere. And into the night, we'll disappear. Just take my hand.

Disclosure ft Lorde - Magnets

Uh-oh, dancin' past the point of no return. Let go, we can free ourselves of all we've learned. I love this secret language that we're speaking. Say it to me, let's embrace the point of no return.

Kim Petras - Heart To Break

Even if it means that I'll never put myself back together. Gonna give you my heart to break. Even if I'll end up in shatters, baby, it doesn't matter. Gonna give you my heart to break. I tried to fight, but I can't help it. Don't care if this is my worst mistake. 'Cause no one else could do it better. And that's why I give you my heart to break.

Halsey ft Lauren Jauregui - Strangers

Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers. With the same damn hunger. To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.

Maroon 5 ft SZA - What Lovers Do

Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? I'll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? Been wishin' for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? Ooh, ooh ooh ooh been wishin' for you. Ooh, ooh. Tryna do what lovers do ooh.

Tove Lo - Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

And baby, don't ask and then don't tell. Already know you're fucked up. And it's cool with me. My past and don't ask and don't tell. No need to share too much. Come on, let it be.

Galantis ft Uffie - Spaceship

Eh, I found a spaceship. You got the kinda love that's taking me new places. Eh, I'm on a spaceship. You got the kinda love that's taking me new places. 

[userjoel]

☹️☹️☹️

[armed-and-venomous]

Altered Egos

About ninety-five percent of the time, Eddie really liked or at least appreciated having Venom kicking around in his brain and body. It made certain things a lot easier, it made loneliness feel practically impossible. He and Venom got along well, usually, aside from some bickering and banter, and in general he felt far better than he’d felt before having a symbiote to share a consciousness with. In general, the way they shared was good for them. 

And then there was the other five percent of the time, when Eddie needed to be alone in his own head. To concentrate, or not have a constant backseat driver second-guessing the decisions he himself already second-guessed. It was easier to sort out things he wasn’t sure about yet or that took a lot of hard thinking by himself. Usually, he could ask Venom to get lost and the symbiote would oblige him with only minimal sulking, retreating to some deep corner of his subconscious or something to give him some semblance of free reign. It was never what it had been before Venom, of course- what lay dormant still took up space, some invisible presence he could wake with only a word.  But it was good enough for him. Today was one of those days- he’d asked Venom for some alone time and gone to Central Park, which worked well for both of them because he liked the fresh air to think and Venom got freaked out and riled up by the pigeons and didn’t like to stick around to see them anyway lest they drive him to distraction. The only reminder of the symbiote now was his arms, inky black up to his elbows, and the dual shadow that always persisted behind him.  Eddie was sitting on a bench, his notebook open in front of him and a pen held between parted lips as he scanned over what he’d been concentrating on for the better part of the afternoon. Something strange was going on in a certain part of the city... and he thought he might be on to where to find some answers. So engrossed was he in his process that he didn’t even notice a man approaching until he was practically in front of him. He looked up, right in time to see him about to sit on the bench opposite to his across the path.  “Hey!” He called, some urgency in his tone. “Don’t sit there.” Eddie pointed vaguely with his pen. “It’s the pigeon’s favourite spot, and you do not wanna get territorial with them, believe me.” He’d learned that lesson very well from the one time Venom had been ‘awake’ and they’d come here together. Besides, he really didn’t trust the bench not to be even grosser than the rest of them- which was really saying something.  After a second of thinking, he scooted over on his own to the end, leaving space beside and nodding wordlessly at it. “I won’t bite, I promise.” He said, grinning at his own private joke with what he hoped was a reassuring expression.

@xpeter-parkour

[xseaofrosesx]

"What about hair colors and styles?? I have a tendency to change my hair color usually on a whim." He asked curiously. "I see a lot of colored hair every now and then."

[softlittle-edits]

Peter Pan lockscreens!

[brokenhardies]

SIOBHAN’S OC CONCEPTS

(inspired by @randomestfandoms-ocs​ & @perfectlystiles​)

→ (xOlliie Akana & Amelia Jones) [Power Rangers Dino Fury]; Madison Pettis

→ (no pairing) [Doctor Who]; Asher Angel

→ (xDick Grayson) [DC’s Titans]; Nicole Maines

→ Beck (xPeter Parker) [MCU Spiderman]; Zoey Deutch

→ (xNancy Wheeler & Steve Harrington) [Stranger Things]; Brianne Tju

→ Detmer (xMillie Kessler?) [Freaky 2020]; Natalia Dyer

→ (xSpencer Gilpin) [Jumanji]; Alexxis Lemire

→ (xJennifer Pierce) [Black Lightning]; Sydney Park

LIST TO BE ADDED TO IN THE FUTURE

[childhoodgrave]

u all have to look at grace and xpeter mcdonalds art for ever