“You don’t have to keep an eye on me, you know? I’m not a toddler.” “Yeah, but you can be a naughty kitten sometimes.” Peter retorted, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the City Hall, watching her casually return the map to its drawer “For example, when I asked you to bring a map with you, I didn’t mean the antique one inside the City Hall.” “The tourists’ one will do the job, sure,” Felicia shrugged her shoulders and leaped into his waiting arms, climbing around his body and clinging to his back by his sticky body and her arms around his neck “But where’s the drama in doing that?” a challenging smile graced her face and her fingers lightly scratching the underside of his chin while Peter retraced his web line upward. “Does everything have to be dramatic with you?” “Someone begged me to stop stealing,” Felicia emphasized the word with her finger poking his sternum from behind “I have to find some way to entertain myself, lest I get bored.” They stay quiet for a while as security patrols by, then retrace the path they took to get inside. “Entertain yourself? What about the club? I’m sure many would love to help you with that.” That comment earned him a smack to the side of his head “Ow…” “Serves you right.” Felicia poked his cheek and pushed it hard, which was barely registered by the superhuman “I’m not talking about sex,” the thought of engaging in that with anyone still put a bad taste in her mouth “I’m fine by myself in that department, trust me. I’m talking about the thrill of doing things against the clock, the possibility of getting caught, and the satisfaction of pulling it off without a trace.” “Sounds kinky,” he commented playfully, and this time evaded her hand with Spider-Sense. “Maybe doing something else would help? Have you ever tried pottery?” he led them out of the building and started swinging towards the agreed location with the others, scouting for the fake Punisher. “Me? Sitting still molding clay? What do you think?” she made for a detachment and Peter let go of his sticky power, letting Black Cat acrobats herself forward using her hook swing, rolling in the air and perfectly caught by Spider-Man to be thrown ahead, like a dance between them. She clings to his back again after a couple of sets as he runs on walls horizontally forward, gaining speed, and then leaping off the building into a swing. “I think it’s worth a try, at least.” He continued mid-swing, gaining momentum through the parabola arch “Maybe you just need to relax a little bit; without the alcohol, and the smoking.” “What are you, my boyfriend?” a smirk tugged involuntarily at the corner of her lips. “Is that a smile I hear?” Peter prodded playfully at her and felt her arms tighten around his neck “Alright, alright!”
Jess: “…Are you my mailman? Please tell me I have an overdue delivery of a forty-five round to my head.”
PP: What is this cocktail called? Might be my new favorite!
FH: What you need right now
PP: ...Money shot?
FH: The Blowjob
PP: *chokingly aroused*
Alicent and Criston are my favorite kind of romance, it's classic tragedy;
One bound by vows and duty, betrayed all that in the face of romance
One bound by status and image, betrayed all that in the face of intimacy
Both will suffer from this, eventually
Try as it might to protect Eddie and itself, Venom has undergo the greatest sacrifice to destroy the Grendel and protect its host. In the final panel, Eddie lies on the floor in pain as the symbiote spews from his mouth and on to the ground, where it dies. But not before saying: “I’m sorry, Eddie… I should have told you… I love you, Eddie.”