The Third Sunday

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[whateveraspidercan]

[Peter can be kinda dumb about some things but not about this. He knew that Lois would freak if there was relationship talk. He knew that meant things might get complicated and he might get hurt. But for Lois? He'd risk it.

And not just for the way she came make him instantly hard with a kiss like that or because the sex is amazing. That's part of it but there's definitely more.]

That's how you know it's genuine! You're mid-pants-access and I'm still going.

[Grinning he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside while he followed after her.]

[armybrats]

[ She rolls her eyes, fingers hooking along the waistband of his jeans -- both using her grip on the fabric to pull him along with her and work on getting the top button undone.

Apparently someone is just drunk enough that she's just goin' for what she wants. Nothing slows her down, not even the careful, backwards trek toward the bed. She stops as the backs of her calves hit the mattress, then pulls him around to push him down into it.

Lois, of course, quick to follow and already crawling on top of him.

Goin'. For. It. ]

Uh-huh. I don't mean to sound so Just Shut Up And Fuck Me Already but, y'know, just shut up and fuck me already.

[whateveraspidercan]

Hey! Maybe I need to be wooed!

[Narrator: He didn’t need to be wooed.

Just to prove it he lifted his hips up off the bed. Ostensibly so he could push his jeans down enough to free his cock but also so that she could feel the thickness of his cock pressing against her.

Once that was done his hands slid up under the large shirt, fingers cupping her breasts as he squeezed them.]

What if I talk while I fuck you? I can totally do dirty talk.

[armybrats]

[ Thank God for that, 'cause he'd be barking up the wrong tree.

Lois straddles him, knees against the mattress and palms against his chest as she very subtly grinds herself against him. He's already nice and hard for her and her own arousal is more than evident by the heat between her legs and the damp scrap of cotton between them.

She bites her lip, leaning into his touch. ]

Oh, really? Somehow I can't imagine that. [ She rolls her hips, grinding into him with a bit more purpose this time. ] Talk dirty to me.

[whateveraspidercan]

Uhhhh...

[So maybe it wasn’t the filthiest talk but Lois always made him have that sort of reaction initially. He could feel how wet she was even through her underwear and between that and the feel of his hands on her breasts it broke his brain a little at first.]

I want... I want to fuck you until you- you scream my name. I want to be so deep inside you.

[Okay, so that was better, words related to sex were actually coming out. Maybe not super dirty but Peter felt like that was progress.]

I want you to ride my face. To get on your hands and knees while I pound you from behind.

Feel how hard and thick you make me, Lois...