Bad Luck Incarnate
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If your muse isn’t just hunting for the D and V , please reblog

I’m sick of getting dropped or ignored by some blogs just because my muse isn’t jumping and crawling all over them. There are things called enemies/platonic or just friends or whatever… And i’m annoyed… So if you could just reblog this so that I can have a bit of reassurance about this… It’d be very appreciated.

thwipper:

        “I don’t hear that often. Thanks. Just thought you should know. Especially after today, especially knowing that today could have went very differently.” Their day was one that had been catching up to him ever since they had moved to relax in each other’s arms, and he about ready to end it. For a second, he thought it was the sun setting through the crack of the curtains, but then he remembered that it was the run rising by now. With a yawn, he patted her shoulder and spoke once more. “Alright, now I’m ready for bed. Busy day for me. Gotta go destroy the symbiote with Richards in the morning. Then work stuff.”

      With a smile on her lips and in the arms of the man she loved, Felicia could rest easy knowing she had him back. Everything could be put behind them now; their recent fight, the symbiote, all of it. 
      “Then you’d better get some sleep, lover.” With one last kiss, she said her goodnights before turning over so he was front to her back. 

callmebanshee:

thebirthwriteprince:

there are people that can roleplay a character really well and then there are people that are actually the character

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thwipper:

        “Yeah, sure. Unless I gouge your eyes out. But I’m not planning on doing that… Yet.” Peter didn’t bother mentioning that he was kidding. Occular strikes weren’t his M.O.  ”Before you close your pretty little yes for the night, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you. And that’s that…” He hadn’t really thought about the idea until then, and in a way, the thought of it saddened him. “You’re pretty much all I have right now. Everyone else is… Well, dead, dead, doesn’t want to speak to me, Venom… Thanks for being there for me. And for giving the real me a chance.”

       When his tone had taken on a more serious tone, she opened her eyes and rose her head slightly. Her brows came together, “Peter…” she said softly, wanting nothing more than to console him further, “you’re all I have as well, but thanks okay. You’re more than enough.” 

thwipper:

        Peter’s other arm closed around her tightly as a substitute for a proper hug in their laying, sprawled position. “When I think of how far we’ve come, and you tell me that, I always get this funny feeling in my chest.” It was there then, ever present and only something he could feel. “I know it’s a good funny, but still.” His stubbly chin rested against her forehead. The one hand that pressed to her back began to smooth over her skin slowly. A stark contrast compared to what they were doing only a matter of minutes before.

       She hummed with delight at the tickling sensation and snuggled in closer, “Well, you’re not the only one who gets those funny feelings, trust me, lover.” With a content sigh, she shut her eyes again, welcoming that sleepy feeling. “See you in the morning?”  

xxpunkspawnxx:

Amazing Spider-Man exclusive comkaze cover by J.Sott Campbell

xxpunkspawnxx:

Amazing Spider-Man exclusive comkaze cover by J.Sott Campbell

thwipper:

        Peter didn’t have the heart to tell her that, until very recently, as in the last few months, that was never how he saw her, as the one who knew him the best. She couldn’t even match his face to a name. But the more he thought about it, the more he saw some truth to it. Spider-Man had gotten one killed, and drove another away. She was the only one who ever embraced that part of his life.


        “Is that so? Sorry, didn’t hear that. You might have to speak up and say it again.” He heard it. He was a dirty, dirty liar and his smile showed that.

     Slapping his chest, she gave a roll of her eyes, “You heard me,” she mumbled, turning her head to him so her face was buried against his neck. “And don’t you forget it.” Pressing her lips to his neck, she kissed just where his pulse was thrumming at a steady beat. “Love you.”

rockofeternity:

Spider-Man — J. Scott Campbell

rockofeternity:

Spider-Man — J. Scott Campbell

thwipper:

        “I like the way you think, Hardy. But think of all the lost time we’d have.” With his free hand, Peter probed his way around the bed until he could grab a hold of one of the bed sheets on their disheveled bed. Slowly, he pulled it over the two of them. It was thin, but they knew how to keep one another warm. 


        “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but over the last bunch years or so, when we weren’t together, I used to fantasize about nights like this with you. In that time, nobody quite had me satisfied like you.”

     Peeking at him, she smiled, “Well aren’t you just a naughty boy?” Her smile then grew much, much wider. “And you know that’s only because I like to think I’m the one women who ever really knew you, Peter. Not only that, but I loved you as well. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but I always have and always will.” 

thwipper:

        When her head readjusted, he looped and arm over her and let it rest lazily on her chest, holding her close. “I have a feeling we won’t be making an appearance in Rio during 2016, just a hunch. A boy can dream though, right?”

     She chuckled, shut her eyes and tucked an arm around him, giving his body a good squeeze against her own. “After everything that’s happened today, I think I need to sleep for the next two years.”

thwipper:

        “Worried? No, I’m not worried. Amused, yes. Surprised, definitely.” His amusement was furthered by the way her touch tickled his sparse chest hair. “You weren’t bad yourself, kitten.”

     Letting her eyelids shut halfway, she tipped her head down onto the space between his shoulder and his chest, using him as a pillow, “If they gave out gold medals for this sort of thing, I’m sure we would have done our country proud,” she added as a joke, snickering under her breath. 

Bed time.

thwipper:

        At first he laughed. He laughed a quiet, breathy laugh as his cheeks began to redden. He kept his eyes fixed to the ceiling as a wave of embarrassment fell over him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been like that.” Which was true. Becoming a dominant, stronger lover was never quite his thing.


        “Just look what you brought out in me.”

       Setting a hand upon his chest, she began lightly trailing her fingertips back and forth over his skin, tickling him. “It’s not a bad thing, Peter, don’t worry. It’s healthy to experiment.”