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wanda wants to connect with you!

( oh god. gut instinct is no, abort abort, but he can't not swipe right. he HAS to swipe right. you can't hyperventilate into a girl's lap and then not swipe right. that would be rude, or seem like he's mad, or send some other message he doesn't want to send. so: )

um. hi. i don't really know how to use this thing

(Now she doesn't know he's only doing that because of the memory. She thinks he's into her. As Charlie Brown would say: AUGH!)

I think we just talk? Like on the network, but about sexual situations.

( look here, wanda. he can be into you AND full of anxiety about his accidental breakdown. he's talented that way. )

yeah. i guess so
wait, did you mean with me?

( despite being swiped right on, it feels more likely she just hit the wrong inbox. Peter has shockingly terrible confidence for a fairly good looking guy. )

Yeah, you! Why do you think I invited you into my bed before I ruined the evening?

( he's pretty sure he ruined it when he literally cried on her for an hour, but hey, it's nice of her to take the L on that one... )

oh. oh. i thought you just... liked it up there.....

( plus, his gut intuition is never that a hot girl is into him. ever. )

... can i be uncomfortably honest with you? i haven't done this since ... since Gwen died. i don't know if i'll be good at it. flirting, and all that. is... is that okay?

we can take it slow. as slow as you need to.

yeah. okay. thanks.

( she's unbelievably patient, considering what a disaster he is, and the fact she's got to have way less neurotic, more emotionally stable options.

so maybe he needs to put in the first step. baby step. )

if that night had gone different. what would you have wanted to do?

(Her face lights up and she positions herself on her stomach, flopped on the bed up in the loft. Yesssss. Yes, Peter. Muaha.)

I wanted to touch you until you got comfortable enough to touch me. And then I wanted you to keep touching me, until I came.

( look, if a hot baby goth wants to sext you, you don't say no. or at least, he won't say no. because she's honestly too cute and endearing, he can't help himself. )

i'd like that. touching you.
i like your stockings. i'd like to touch you where those stop, that low point of your thighs. and then i'd be touching your skin. if i kept going i'd be touching under your skirt.
now i'm wondering what your underwear looks like. is that creepy?

( sexting peter is like a stream of consciousness without a hint of filter. enjoy, Wanda. )

it's not creepy at all.

(her underwear has been either given to her by a robot or washed in a stream, so she's going to have to get creative.)

black. lacy.

oh. really? i like lacy.
i like anything to be honest. cotton or the seamless kind, it doesn't really matter, feeling you through fabric still feels good.

( he's not fancy. he's just excited to be here, Peter doesn't expect anyone to wear fancy underwear for his sake. honestly he might not even know what constitutes as fancy underwear. )

(his costume is considered fancy underwear!)

if you feel me through my panties, you'll find that i'm wet. i'm wet right now. are you touching yourself? i'm touching myself.

( she's so confident and easy about this, it's almost a little hard to let his nerves get in the way. which, usually, they do, but... is it weird that the distance almost helps? he's scared of intimacy, being too close, hands that have hurt, whether they wanted to or not. wanting at a distance feels safer, though no less vivid. )

yes. i was hard just thinking about your underwear without any details, and now i'm touching myself but i definitely wish it was you and that i could touch you too
can we
can we talk? use our voices? is that too much?

(it'll only be a moment before Peter's device is making a noise at him that she's switched to voice chat.)

Yes, (she's breathless) yes we can use our voices and no it's not too much. I want to hear you. I want it to be like you're here.

( part of him expected that hearing her voice would make him panic, but it doesn't. hearing her, that soft catch between words. it makes it so much better. )

I'm here, ( he promises, and yeah okay, he's a little breathless too. ) I wish I could kiss you. On your neck. As you touch yourself and the breath keeps getting caught there. I like feeling it, on my lips.

(she smiles softly. He sounds so cute. HE IS so cute. It's too much.)

I'd rather you touch me while we kiss. Your fingers slipping inside of me. Filling me up.

( why did he ask to do this over voice? because the sound he makes at that is a little (a lot) embarrassing. maybe it's because it's so much better when he hears her. makes the picture in his head more vibrant, as he works himself with his own hand. )

Y-yeah. I'd like that too. Hearing you and feeling you and tasting you all at once. I really wanna know what you taste like. Not just your mouth, but... god I love going down on girls.

( he hadn't ever had penetrative sex with Gwen, though that hadn't kept them from other sorts of explorations. lots of them. )

(Wanda lets out a soft moan.) Good, because I like people going down on me. (She giggles a little, but she sounds like she's out of breath.)

Would you want to trade? I'd get on my knees for you. I have a shower here, we could get inside afterwards and you could fuck me from behind.

( there is officially nothing sexier than a breathless giggle. he's pretty sure of it. )

I've never had sex in a shower. ( he's barely had sex at all. that doesn't feel like a good thing to bring up in the midst of phone sex. ) Behind is good. But you against the wall and your legs wrapped around me sounds better.

( if he closes his eyes, he can practically imagine it. the pull of his own hand feels like limited relief, compared to the pictures his head is painting... but he can't stop, either, not with the whisper of her fevered breath in his ear. )

(Wanda sucks in a breath.) You're strong, aren't you? You could probably lift me without even thinking twice.

(Well, Wanda, you're also very small.

She's been touching herself this entire time and as their conversation goes a little quiet, she makes the most of it by speeding up her fingers circling her clit. She breathes heavy into the phone, whispering Peter's name.) Peter, I wish-- I wish this was you.

(She cries out as she comes, making more noise than normal (which is a lot, Wanda's loud). She wants him to hear her.)

Yes. Definitely. Against a wall. I could hold you there. As long as we needed.

( his words are breathy, far away. because in his head he's somewhere else, her fingers are twined in his hair and they're in the picture they've both painted. those gasps just by his ear aren't from a phone speaker, and the determined grip around his dick isn't his own fingers either. he likes that picture better than he likes the lonely reality, prefers imagining his chest pressed against hers and a shroud of dark red of her leaning over him. his hands on her waist as he sinks moves inside of her, faster and faster and harder and maybe a little bit frantic until she comes.

hearing her crash over the edge is enough to make the living visual too much. he's not loud, at all, but it'd still be impossible to miss the strained exhale as he comes over his own fingers. ) F-fuck, ( he whispers, and Peter isn't generally one to swear, but sex is one of the few things that can chase vulgarity out of him. it takes him a while to recover, for the haze to clear enough to say something else. ) I've ... I've never done anything like that before.

( he's weary and breathless and still a little horny and dazed all at once. Peter can hardly believe it happened, except for the continued whispers of her breathing in his ear. ) Was it good for you too?

(Wanda's breathing heavy, still touching herself a little for aftershocks. She listens to him intently, thinking about what she'd like to do next time they're in the same room. She wants to explore everything with him. Wanda just has to tell herself not to have feelings for him, like she did for 10k and Eskel. Keep it professional, young lady!)

It was very, very good. I came hard. All that build up.

( totally cool. no feelings. great idea. who needs em, anyway? maybe that's where he's been doing this all wrong. he's been trying to cut out all connections, physical, emotional, you name it. maybe it'd be easier to handle the fact he can never really connect and love someone again if he could at least get laid on occasion.

that felt so good, it's something to consider. Wanda isn't his first on the nameless island, but the more this happens, the more he's coming around to the idea. )

Good. I wanted it to be good, ( Peter murmurs, still out of breath, still thinking about what it would be like if he was the one who had make her climax like that, instead of his own fingers. ) But I think in person might be better.

( is that a hint? raincheck? gentle suggestion? idle statement? ? ?? ? ? who knows, but he still said it! )

Then I hope to see you soon, Peter.

(His name with her accent sounds so nice to her. She's smiling wide, no longer touching herself but staring up at the ceiling, imagining his face. His hair. His ridiculous hair.

What does he look like naked?

Oh boy.)

Are you tired now? Should I let you go?

Yeah. Me too.

( truth be told, it might be a little awkward, having a normal conversation with Wanda after hearing her climax over the phone. but it's fine.

as for now... what is the phone sex protocol?? he's not sure. but since he is a boy and he did just orgasm, of course he's tired. )

Maybe. I think I'm going to start snoring soon. ( which is... not cute, is it better or worse to admit he snores sometimes??? ) I'll talk to you later, Wanda. ( her name is less cute delivered in his lame American accent, but for the record, he also likes his name in her accent. )

(Wanda laughs softly, she feels light and happy. Peter is very sweet. Shit. Don't catch feelings. She'll have to knit him a present. She'll probably use this square to get knitting supplies. Maybe it'll remind him of home.)

Goodnight, Peter.

Goodnight Wanda.

( it takes him a long breath to disconnect the feed, and honestly, even longer to actually fall asleep. did that really happen? marveling at the idea (and definitely thinking about how much better it would have been in person, skin to skin) keeps him up for awhile. )

[ A very confused ✓ , since Quill saw the name and went all???? ]

Peter? I know it's been a while since we saw each other but you've grown up...a lot.

( THIS IS HIS NIGHTMARE why can't he deLETE THIS

also, what )

Thanks... I think? Sorry, we've met?

( he browed the deets when he agreed to the conversation, and Peter Quill doesn't sound familiar to him at all. he think he'd remember someone that a.) looks like THAT and b.) see point a )

[ Deep breaths, Peter, deep breaths. ]

Uh, yeah? You know, the whole Battle against Thanos, I'm one of the Guardians of the Galaxy...? Unless it was another guy with the same name and super fond of spiders.

[ Actually, it might just be a coincidence in terms of names, oops. As for Quill's looks, if Peter wants feast his eyes, he won't mind. ]

( HE SAID SPIDERS, SUPER SUS... how many people know him but don't know him??? ? it never gets less weird. )

Sorry, dude, I have... no idea what you're talking about.

I'm guessing you know a guy like me, but, um... not me. It's happened to me a few times here.

( and he doesn't like to dwell on it because another version of himself making him feel insecure is the saddest existential crisis ever. so instead he'll lean into a bunch of questions about a different Peter. )

Guardian of the Galaxy? Which One? Milky Way? How many of you are there?

[ He so did, because against popular belief, Quill can actually be subtle on occasion. He figured that the whole 'teenager with cool spider superpowers' is not something everyone wants to have advertised. But now Quill wondering if he really is talking to the wrong person. ]

Right, the whole different universes thing. Maybe it's that or a time-line issue. These are so frustrating they have me climbing up the wall.

[ The spider puns Peter, they've only just started. ]

My bad, I was just happy to see someone familiar. And yes, we guard the Milky Way, it's big enough to keep us busy for years. There are six of us and recently Thor joined the crew.

[ Yeah, THAT Thor. ]

( oh yes, this is very subtle. incredibly. Peter definitely doesn't advertise his powers around, but it sounds like this guy already kind of knows, so... )

I feel like I'm going to have to start charging per spider pun. Those are supposed to be my thing.

( six of us, and a thunder god. sounds nice... )

Like, the Norse God Thor? He's real??? ...Or is that just the incredibly manly moniker of a fellow super, that probably makes more sense.

[ There Was An Attempt™. Given how many people around this island has fancy powers and no one minds, keeping a low profile seems sort of useless. That said, Quill is not going to blow Peter's cover if it turns out he's really Spider-man ]

I didn't know you had the monopoly on those, did I get myself in a sticky situation?

[ Okay, okay, he will relent. ]

Yeah, he's very real and very annoying too. Can do the whole sparkly lightning thing, and well as make it rain. He's also very good at eating all our food.

Dude. Don't make me get a lawyer.

( he's joking, his tone makes it clear. is this how dumb his spider jokes seem to everyone else? no way, right? when he does it, it's funny. obviously. )

Annoying, huh? How so? Because sparkly lightning and making it rain sounds awesome.

Good luck finding one of those here.

[ But he will stop now. There have been enough spider jokes for the day. ]

I'll give you that. His powers are...not bad. His personality, though, leaves much to be desired.

[ Don't listen to Quill, peter, he's biased. ]

( look, Peter, this feels a lot like a the lady doth protest too much situation. like a crush expressed in petulance sort of way. )

Uh huh. ( said both agreeably and doubtfully, all at once. ) I'll keep that in mind if I ever meet him around here. Is he here? Just wondering.

[ N-no, what are you talking about. It's totally not like that. Totally.

Even Peer can tell that the Uh Huh is pretty disbelieving. ]

No that I'm aware, no. There are other gods and demi gods around, just not from my homeworld.

Wow. I guess I have not been socializing enough, if I've somehow missed out on deities in our midst.

( he's more atheist than anything, so he doesn't know if he even believes in gods. so it's weird to think of them hanging around. )

Yeah, there's a ton. I talked to Aphrodite, goddess of love, Persephone, goddess of spring, then there's Thanatos, who is either Death itself or the God of death, I'm not quite sure. There's also a bunch of demigods around, like me, so...the Greek pantheon seems to be the most popular.

[ Understandable. It's pretty hard not to believe in them when you can actively chat with these people in person though. ]

Uh... wait a minute, "like me"?

( there has got to be a story there. )

Oh yeah, my biological father was a Celestial. It's an old as balls being, like a god, who could manipulate matter, energy, create an avatar of himself. He was a planet. Or rather, a brain that built a planet around himself. It's a long story.

He was insane too, and wanted to destroy the whole galaxy. We put a stop to that and I lost all my power when he died. Funny story that...

If that's what you call a funny story, I'm not sure I wanna know what you'd consider a sad one.

( sorry, Peter has to defuse that with a slight joke. he can't help it. that got kinda heavy there... anyway... . .. .. )

He doesn't sound like much of a dad, but it would be hard either way. I'm sorry that happened to you, though what it's worth? It sounds like you did the right thing.

No, you probably don't want to know.

[ It's fine, Quill does the same. It helps him cope even if it's hard to do so when he mentions his parents. ]

Thanks, Peter. Right or wrong, it was necessary at the time. But the thing is, I lost all my power when he died but my biology is still of a half celestial so...demi god of sorts. It's a shame, really, I could manipulate matter and that was really cool.

It all disappeared when he did? Huh.

( that's kind of strange to conceptualize -- you don't lose your genetics when your dad dies, Peter would know. but he's also not related to a celestial, so, what would he know? )

Maybe it's still there still, somewhere? Just different? But it won't lie, that does sound cool.

Yeah. A shame, I could make really fun stuff like create a giant Pac-man made of rocks that moved and everything

[ Yes, for real. He doesn't fully understand how the powers worked, only that everything that happened in Ego's planet was a huge mess. ]

Perhaps. So far I haven't managed to access them again. Thanks, it really was.

That sounds amazing. I've heard of people playing Pac-Man irl, but, never with matter they projected from their mind.

( he's impressed conceptually, as well as with subject matter. )

Maybe one day, then. Who knows?

I wish I cl show you how it worked. I also wanted to make a Giant Optimus Prime but never got the chance. A shame.

[ Peter is a very mature adult, you see. ]

If I get them back, you'll be the first one to know. In the meantime Not!Spider Peter...take care, okay kid? You can call me if you need anything.

( this peter is still only 20 but damn, he respects those interests. )

Oh my god. Yes. That'd be amazing. With or without a Liam Neeson voice?

( he's cowed into being a little more serious at the last bit. ) Thanks. I'm getting by okay, but uh, if i need it I'll let you know.

( he probably won't actually, but it's nice to offer anyway!! )

He's good, but I was thinking Peter Cullen, he's a classic, The Optimus, you know?

[ Switching from casual to serious like it's nothing is natural to Peter given who he used to live with. The Guardians were a special lot. ]

Alright, you know where to find me then.

[ Peter, no!!! ]

CAROLINE FORBES has swiped right!

Edited 2020-12-03 03:17 (UTC)

( peter naturally assumes people are swiping right on him because, hey, i met that guy! and not because of any other interest. because he sucks at dating apps, and also having self esteem.

but he has to swipe right back to actually talk to her. and of course he does. she's a beautiful blonde undead cheerleader that saved his sorry ass, of course he's going to swipe right. even if she probably just wants to say hi. )

hey caroline, it's been awhile
good news: i haven't been trapped in any forest clearings recently

[ peter had stood out to her for several reasons. for one, he's the first she'd done anything with since arriving here - sure it had just been kissing, but kissing tended to be memorable enough on its own if you were doing it right. but then there was the fact that she'd ended up needing to reveal she was a vampire and he not only hadn't run off scared, he'd revealed he'd had weird powers as well. and he'd kept it secret. that meant a lot to someone that this was all still pretty new to. ]

Yeah, it has. I'm glad to hear you haven't been stuck anywhere.
So, what have you been up to? And what are you up to right now?

( why is it that his superpowers always come up with beautiful blonde girls that are far more organized and level headed than he is??? )

well, spider superpowers leave me stuck places sometimes, but usually because i mean to be. at least it hasn't happened on accident
right now? uh... beyond trying and failing to delete this profile, not much

NOT that i'm not glad you tagged me! i am glad! really. i wasn't sure how to contact you after the whole... harpy incident.
it's just that i don't know how to use dating apps. i've never used one of these before and sex city doesn't seem like the best place to start

[ in fairness to peter, caroline is more organized and level headed than most people. ]

I mean, I'm not doing great with it either. I think a girl asked me out and I couldn't shut up about cheerleading skirts. I don't even think we even have something like this at home, so I'm trying to figure it out too.

It's okay. But for the record you can always text me. Or call me, or whatever. I've mostly been taking care of my kitten.

If you're not doing anything now do you want to meet up? We don't have to do anything, it can just be for coffee or something.

( true. and honestly most people are going to be more organized and level headed than he is, so it's not like it's a difficult feat.

is it bad that he's slightly relieved that someone else has no idea how to use the nameless city's version of grindr? okay, not technically, technically he's completely capable of swiping around and hitting a checkmark. but flirting is a skill, and a skill he's not strong in.

how he ever convinced gwen to date him when his flirting looks like this is beyond comprehending. )

to be fair, cheerleading skirts look awesome. they're so aerodynamic. the movement and everything. but yeah probably not what she was going for. maybe we just need... more practice, or something.

okay. that'd be nice. sure. there's a diner i go to a lot, i can't cook, so like, a lot a lot. but the coffee is good. and the food is too.

Edited 2020-12-18 06:04 (UTC)

[ look, he could be doing worse. at he's not the guy she's talking to in that gif. ]

See, you get it! They add to the visual of the performance, but nowadays everyone is wearing like, super short-shorts and crop tops. Which is the topic I got onto with her.

Okay. I can cook well enough but there's nothing like french fries. :)

( it's a low bar to hit, but he is indeed not as terrible as klaus! )

i guess it makes sense, easier for movement and less likely to get caught on something. i thought about that when i made my, uh. suit.

( he doesn't want to say "costume", but, costume prob fits too. )

french fries are gods gift to humanity. i'm not sure how we ate them before we learned to deep fry them

[ congratulations petra, you cleared the bare minimum! ]

Ugh, I guess. But if that's the case leotards exist.

Mashed? Those are pretty good too.

do you still do cheerleading stuff? even here? i dunno, i've never done it, but if you wanted to teach me maybe i could help

( he probably has little grace for most of it but he'd be astonishingly capable of lifts!!! )

i guess so but are mashed as really good as french fried? if you could only ever have one for the rest of your life, i know what i'd pick

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