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Inside the Driver’s Ed class, the coach steps away from the back of the room , leaving Alex and Y/N alone. The silence is suffocating. Y/N is the first to break. “Alex, can we please talk?”

“We are talking.” Alex's tone was flat, not even looking at him. His eyes ahead, staring at the board.

Y/N gave a frustrated exhale. This wasn't going to be easy, but Y/N never expected it to be damn near impossible to carry out a five minute conversation with Alex without him walking away from Y/N mid-sentence. “I need to know what’s going on.”

"We've been over this. I said what I said, and you left without saying goodbye. So, it seems pretty clear to me that there's nothing going on."

"Alex..."

"But you're right. We never did officially break up. So, if you need some kind of declaration, let's call it now. Time of death, September 6th, 2:45. Happy?" He glares daggers at Y/N, who just sighs in defeat.

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Y/N: "For the record. I am not a slut. I just like sex, a lot. Especially with Stefan.

Damon: *Smirks* "Well, witch Gilbert, didn’t know you had it in you. Guess Saint Stefan’s halo just slipped."

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Bloom: "Y/N, you were late for Wizgiz's class. What were you doing?"

Y/N: "Sky."

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I wonder which of the Mikaelson men has the biggest dick?

Kol Mikaelson. It's why he is always so cocky and confident. He knows he’s got the biggest dick in the family and is not afraid to show it off.

Kol: "Don't be jealous, Nik. I was just blessed by Odin to have a bigger dick than you." *Smirks*

Klaus: "Remind me why I haven't daggered you yet?"

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Imagine if baby has the biggest dick (& the irony🤭)

Maybe he does 😏 The smile says it all.

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Rumi: "Tell, us, Y/N."

Zoey: "Yeah, tell us!"

Mira: "Which Saja Boy has the biggest dick? Is it Romance? It's Romance, isn't it?"

Y/N: *Smirking* "Actually, it's Mystery. He might not say much, but he's well endowed."

Zoey: "I KNEW IT!!!!"

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You and Archie have shower fun.

*Did you see the KJ Apa scene?*

Archie Andrews enters the guys ' locker room after an intense boxing workout session at the community center. He pulls his sweaty, red boxing shorts and jockstrap down to his ankles, needing a much-needed shower.

His bare feet padded across the empty locker room, turning on the shower to the perfect temperature before stepping under the spray. The hot water cascading down his muscular body as he rinsed the sweat and grime off of himself. He heard the door to the locker room open and close, but paid it no mind, figuring it was just another fighter coming to clean up.

The curtain was pushed to the side, as you entered the shower with Archie. You gave him a lopsided grin. “Hey, Arch.”

Archie turned around, surprised to see you standing there with a mischievous grin on your face. He didn't mind the company and smiled back. "Hey Y/N." He said, running a hand through his wet hair. "What brings you here?”

"You look like you could use some help....washing up.”

The red-head  raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh yeah? And what kind of help did you have in mind?" He turned to face you fully, the water still pouring over his broad shoulders and chest. "Because I was doing just fine on my own.”

You smiled. "Oh, really? Can you wash your back or your ass without help?" You teased. They both knew this was just banter between them—something to keep what they really wanted to do underneath the surface of it all.

Laughing softly, Archie enjoys the playful banter. He knew you were just as aware of the underlying tension as he was. "You know what they say, Y/N. Hard to reach places need a little extra attention.”

"Why don't you give me a wash cloth, and let me help you out?” *He picked up a washcloth from the shower shelf and handed it back to you with a knowing grin. "How thoughtful of you to offer." He said softly, deliberately not stepping away from his position. "Though I'm surprised you're so concerned about my hygiene all of a sudden.”

"It's important, Arch. What girl or guy is going to let you fuck them if you're all dirty?" You wink as you pour a generous amount of strawberry body wash that you know Archie loves to wash with. Archie laughed softly and shook his head, trying to ignore the sudden spike in his arousal at the thought of someone letting him fuck them. "Fair point." He admitted, biting his lower lip slightly. "Go ahead and scrub my back then, smartass."

The moment the washcloth touched Archie's back, he let out a soft moan of pleasure. His muscles were tense from his workout, and your touch was loosening him up. 

Archie's breath caught slightly as you started washing his back, your touch sending shivers down his spine. He spread his legs subconsciously, giving you better access to his lower back and ass. The strawberry scent of the body wash filled the air, making him inhale deeply.

"Damn. Was your ass always this hairy?”

“Shut up and wash it.” Archie retorts.

“Can I…Archie? Can I eat you out?” You said, slightly breathless. The tension plausible between you two and your question. Archie froze, the washcloth still in your hand.  His voice came out rough and low.  "If you eat me out right now, I'm gonna fuck you against this wall afterwards." He challenged. That's exactly what you wanted in the first place.

“Please? You promise?”

Without another word, Archie reached back and spread his cheeks apart, giving you full access to his hairy asshole. He leaned forward against the shower wall, spreading his legs wider and pushing his ass out. "Eat my hole then, Y/N. And I swear to god, I'll fuck you raw.”You buried your face between Archie's freckled cheeks as you ate him out like it was your last meal on earth. Tongue darting in and out of that warm, tight hole, moaning against Archie's bare ass.

Archie let out a low groan, his fingers gripping the shower wall tightly as your tongue worked its magic. He pushed his ass back against your face, grinding slightly to deepen the sensation. "Fuck yes. Just like that." He panted, his legs trembling slightly from the pleasure.

You reached between your legs and stroked your hardening cock, eating out your  best friend like a girl. Feeling Archie tremble and whimper the deeper inside your tongue reached , pushing past his tight ring of muscle. Archie's body tensed and he let out a loud, pleasured cry as your tongue breached his asshole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. His hips bucked back against your face instinctively, riding your tongue like it was a dick.

Pretty soon, Archie couldn't take it anymore. Getting his hole eaten out by his best friend made him horny beyond belief. He needed to fuck you now. The ginger abruptly pulled away from your face, turning around with a desperate, heated look in his eyes. He grabbed your arm and stood you up before he  spun you around, pressing you against the shower wall. "Enough eating, it's my turn now." He growled, kicking your legs apart.

You shiver at Archie's deep, baritone voice. "Fuck....please, Arch? Need you inside me now.”

Archie didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the condom and lube from the shower shelf, tearing the packet open with his teeth. He quickly rolled the condom onto his hard length and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. "Gonna stretch you open first," *he said roughly.”

You shook your head. “No time. I need you now, Archie. I want it raw.” You realize that you sounded so desperate and slutty, but you couldn't help it. You needed a good dicking.

Hazel eyes darkened with lust at your desperate plea. He tossed the lube aside and gripped his bare cock, pressing the head against your hole without preamble. "Fine by me. " He grunted, starting to push inside with no warning or preparation. "You wanted it raw.”

A small gasp left your lips as Archie entered your tight hole. The sensation electric, and made your body tingle all over as Archie placed a hand on your bare hips for purchase. Archie gripped your hips tightly as he shoved his entire length inside in one brutal thrust. He didn't give you any time to adjust or protest the sudden invasion. Instead, he immediately started pounding into you hard and fast, the sound of wet slapping echoing through the shower. "Fuck.”

"Oh, fuck!" You cursed as Archie railed into you without mercy or gentleness. It wasn't about safety or sweetness, but hot and dirty. Getting off together until they both exploded from pleasure.

Archie's hands moved to your shoulders, pushing you forward so your face was pressed against the shower wall. He continued to pound into you from behind, his hips slapping against your plump ass. The water from the showerhead hit both of their faces, mixing with their sweat and saliva.

You reached down, and started to stroke yourself in time with Archie's thrusts. And judging by his sloppy hits, he was pretty close to cumming. The Red-head's  breathing hitched louder at the sight of you jerking off while getting fucked raw. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening against your ass. "You gonna nut for me, Y/N?" He rasped out, one hand tangling in your wet hair.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The dirty word coming out of your mouth pushed Archie over the edge. He slammed into you one last time and came hard, filling your hole with his bare load without pulling out. At the same time, you shouted out a curse and painted the shower wall with your release.You both stayed like that for a few minutes. Coming down from your respective highs before Archie pulled out.

Archie slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your stretched hole with a wet pop. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, murmuring,* "You okay?" *His hands still rested possessively on your hips as water continued to stream over both of them.

You smiled softly. "Never better, Archie.”

Chuckling  softly, Archie giving your hips a gentle squeeze before letting go. He stepped back slightly, allowing the water to rinse away any remnants of their intense encounter. "Good." He said with a smirk, then turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for both of them. “Let's get out of here and grab something from Pop's.”

You nod as you both walk hand and hand out of the shower together.

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The living room of Avengers Tower buzzed with energy as the news replayed the footage on every screen: a tank barreling down Manhattan streets, and right behind it, a red-and-blue blur swinging for dear life with a silver-and-green streak riding shotgun on top of the tank. Sirens blared in the background of the shaky helicopter feed.

Tony stood in front of the TV with his arms crossed, looking every bit the exasperated parent he always swore he wouldn’t be. “A tank. You stole a tank.”

Peter raised both hands defensively. “In my defense, I didn’t steal it. The bad guys stole it. I was trying to stop them!”

“While you were riding it like it was your personal Uber? Not exactly helping your case, Underoos.” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re grounded. You don’t leave this tower until I say so.”

Peter blinked. “But—I don’t even live here?”

“Don’t care. You’re grounded here now. Congratulations, welcome to your involuntary residency.”

Across the room, Y/N Maximoff leaned back on the couch, smirking. “Wow. Must be hard being the golden child when Daddy Stark takes your toys away.”

Tony’s head swiveled like a turret. “You know what, Y/N? Just for that remark, you’re grounded, too.”

“What?!” Y/N sat up, indignant. “You can’t ground me! I don’t live here either!”

“Guess what? Same deal. You’re now a proud member of Hotel Stark, all-expenses-paid grounding included. Breakfast is not included.”

Y/N opened his mouth to fire back something snarky—but then his eyes flicked across the room. Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, slowly shook his head. The warning was clear: Don’t.

Y/N shut his mouth with an audible click, slumping back on the couch. “...Fine.”

Tony smirked. “Good choice, kid. Saves me the trouble of calling Cap.”

Peter whispered under his breath to Y/N, “Wow, Bucky’s got you that scared?”

“Shut up, Spider-Boy,” Y/N hissed, glaring but not daring another word Tony could hear.

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The tank barreled through Queens, treads sparking against pavement as Spider-Man and Crimson Photon clung to its top like unwilling stuntmen. Sirens wailed somewhere behind them, but louder still was J. Jonah Jameson’s booming voice, blasting from every phone, radio, and billboard screen.

J. Jonah Jameson's voice was booming over his live-streaming from his Bugle Now channel “What did I tell you, New York?! The Webhead has finally gone too far. Commandeering a MILITARY TANK through QUEENS! And look who’s joined him—Crimson Photon, proving my point: birds of a feather wreak havoc together! I was RIGHT ALL ALONG!”

Peter groaned behind his mask. “Why is it that Jonah always manages to narrate my worst days?”

Before Y/N could answer, Peter’s phone started vibrating. He almost lost his balance grabbing it mid-battle, webbing himself to the tank so he didn’t fall off. He flipped it open, Ned’s face filled the screen.

“Dude!” Peter says.

“Dude!” Ned answered back.

“Dude!”

“DUDE!”

“DUDE!”

“DUUUDE!” Ned drags on.

Somewhere off-screen, Michelle's voice can be heard in the background. “DUDES!”

Y/N, balancing himself casually on the tank’s hatch like it was a surfboard, smirked and tapped Peter’s shoulder. “By the way… we’re trending.”

Peter snapped his head toward him. “Trending?! That’s what you’re thinking about right now?!”

Jonah’s voice bellowed again from a passing taxi cab radio: “Mark my words, the people of Queens won’t forget this day of destruction! #SpiderMenace is proof positive—”

Y/N cut him off by firing a crimson-photonic blast, frying a nearby digital billboard. Jonah’s face froze mid-yell, static filling the sky. Y/N grinned. “You’re welcome, Queens. Also… still trending.”

Peter groaned. “I swear, I need a new boyfriend.”

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Starfire: "Friend, Nighwing? I would like for you to meet the brother of mine. This is Y/N. We call him the Quasarfire. Is that not the wonderful?"

Dick: *Eyes Starfire's brother up and down* "Ummm....hi. It's good to meet you, Y/N."

Y/N: "It is good to meet you, the Nightwing. You are the cute and handsome. With an enormous butt for a human."

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Y/N: "Breakfast for dinner. I know it's your favorite."

Clark: *Smirks* "I wouldn't say it's my favorite."

Y/N: "I'm gonna cook for you. Pancakes, eggs, bacon. Orange juice."

Clark: "Since when can you cook?"

Y/N: "I have other talents than just my mouth."

Clark: *Leans forward* "Oh, really?"

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Peter’s reaction to Spider-Man fleshlight?

Peter wasn't sure what shocked him more : the fact that Y/N had bought a fleshlight that looked exactly like his costumed face, or the fact that he was currently using it.

It had been like any other day. Peter and Y/N had gone about their business in the apartment they were sharing together. Y/N was on the couch playing Apex Legends, headphones draped over his ears as Peter was checking out Tony's latest video on TikTok.

Ned had texted Peter to come over to his house to check out his latest Lego set of the newest Star Wars addition. Peter's eyes lit up with excitement as he quickly got ready to walk—web-sling over to Ned's place. After he put on his favorite hoodie and shoes, he gave himself a lookover before he looked at Y/N. “Going over to Ned's for a bit. Be back before dinner.” Peter had said.

Y/N had nodded his head. Spoonful of Lucky Charms in his mouth, controller in hand. “Cool. We're having pizza and Doritos.”

A few hours later, Peter returned to the apartment. The Clone Wars & Mandalorian gift set had been a success. Ned was happy with the results, and so was Peter. It looked amazing, and Peter couldn't wait for the set they were going to build together. He kicked his shoes off by the door, and looked around for Y/N, who was nowhere to be found.

He heard a sound coming from down the hallway and decided to investigate. It wasn't abnormal for Y/N to be in his room when Peter wasn't around. They usually got together and watched movies, but there were times when they would both retreat to their own rooms like little Hobbits. But tonight…something was different. Peter could feel it. His spider sense was going off, but it wasn't danger that Peter was sensing. It was something else.

The sounds turned into moans as Peter looked through the crack that Y/N left from not closing his door all the way. Looking back on it, had it been intentional? Had Y/N wanted Peter to find him in that state? It didn't matter because Peter knew one thing: Y/N was getting off with a fleshlight that looked exactly like his mouth when he wore his mask.

There was a giant hole in the center where the mask met Peter's nose for him to breathe. It had red and black spider lines all over it. Even the same sharp eye holes Peter sees out of when he's suited up. The sound of wet, slick noises drew him in like a siren's lullaby. He was transfixed as he watched Y/N fuck his—the toy's mouth.

Watching the other male's cock go in and out of the tight, suction hole should have repulsed Peter, and yet, he felt a growing hardness in his jeans.

Watching Y/N pleasure himself with a replica of Peter's costume in adult toy form was something naughty. Something Peter never expected to see. He couldn't help but imagine what it must feel like for Y/N. Was it tight enough? Was it soft and pliable, that he could be as rough with it as he wanted, and it would still keep its shape?

Y/N groans as he fucked the fleshlight harder, really ramming his dick into the toy's eager mouth. His legs shook, and his body was floating. Literally. The pleasure of the toy must have been great because he was hovering a few inches off his bed thanks to his powers.

Peter briefly wondered if Y/N realized what was happening in this moment and just hover above the ceiling, using it as leverage before he railed the toy faster. A thought like that made Peter harder and shiver all over.

Y/N was close, and Peter wasn't sure how he knew that. He just did. A few more pumps of the toy, and Y/N let out a guttural groan as he came inside the sex toy, filling it with his hot, sticky load. The force of the orgasm was so great, that Y/N's chaos magic rippled throughout the apartment and hit Peter like a freight train.

The young spiderling's cock was instantly hard and shooting out a big load that Peter didn't even know could happen to him without at least getting himself going first. Peter whined and shook violently as a rope after rope of cum was splattered against his underwear, soaking through it and his jeans.

He gasped and groaned as he fell to his knees to catch his breath. Y/N's powers just gave anyone in the general area an intense orgasm. Whether they wanted it or not. The door opens fully, and standing in front of Peter was a smirking Y/N. “Knew you were watching perv, but I should be thanking you. Made me cum so hard, I accidentally cast a horny spell on all the people in this building.”

Peter looks up at Y/N, brown eyes shining with mischief and desire. “Room for one more?”

“Sure.”

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Peter stared at the plush. “Okay, so… let me get this straight. You bought a Spider-Man plushie Bluetooth speaker?”

"Yup."

“Out of all the speakers in the world, you went with the one that looks like me? Why would you buy it?"

"Okay. First of all, this plushie had good reviews. Second of all, this plushie looks nothing like you. This toy actually has a normal sized ass."

"My ass is not that big!" Peter protested.

"Honey, it's like two balloons in the back of your butt."

Peter flushed. "Still...It’s a plushie! Its job is to be cute, not bass-boost your playlist.”

"I like it. It’s soft."

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Peter and Y/n go to the water park again. Peter loses his trunks on a slide. Again. Again, Y/N magics Peter another swimsuit, but this time it's a speedo.

The sun was blazing again, the smell of sunscreen filled the air, and the sound of splashing kids echoed across the waterpark.

Peter eyed The Vortex with an expression that was equal parts dread and determination.

“Peter.” You said, giving him a pointed look, “Last time you rode this, you… lost something important.”

Peter crossed his arms defensively. “That was a freak accident. Totally not happening again.”

“You said that about fighting Vulture without tearing your suit."

“Okay, but—” Peter stopped mid-sentence, pointing a finger at you. “This time, I tightened the drawstring. We’re safe.”

And just like last time, fate decided to humble him. Maybe You should have thanked whatever cosmic being was out there doing this to Peter.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue as you both climbed the spiraling staircase to the slide’s starting point. When it was Peter’s turn, he flashed you a cocky grin before launching himself down the tube.

At the bottom, Peter shot out of the final curve and into the pool, only to emerge with that same horrified look. “No.” You whispered from the side, already laughing. “No way it happened again.”

“Y/N.” Peter hissed through clenched teeth, waist-deep in water and covering himself. “The slide has a personal vendetta against me.”

This time, you didn’t even wait. You snapped your fingers, scarlet energy whisping through your fingertips, as you summoned a replacement swimsuit out of thin air for Peter. The young spiderling's relief was short-lived as Peter looked down at his lower half. "This... this is a speedo!"

You smirked. “Bright red, too. Really brings out your embarrassment.”

Peter’s face went crimson. “Why would you—? There’s families here! This isn't some strip club.”

"Exactly. Now, everyone else will get a chance to see what I get to enjoy in the confinement of our apartment." You smiled.

Peter groaned and pulled himself out of the water, towel-less, and now very aware that several people were definitely staring. Some guy even wolf-whistled.

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Wednesday: *Holding a crossbow and aiming it at Peter's chest* "Hold still. This will only hurt if I miss."

Peter: "Wait! Don't I get a head start?"

Wednesday: "Head starts are for morons and imbeciles. Now, don't move."

Y/N: *Enters the room* "Wednesday."

Wednesday: *Pauses, but does not lower the weapon*

Y/N: *Tilting his head* "Is that for Peter?"

Wednesday: "Of course. He blinked three times in the hallway. Clearly a sign of duplicity."

Y/N: "Hmm. I think not. House rules, sister. The eldest gets the first shot at house guests. Run, Mr. Parker."

Peter: *Runs out of the room and down the hallway as Y/N takes aim*

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Wednesday: "Y/N, Lurch has captured this intruder and tied him up. Shall we celebrate by removing his gonads? I recommend a saw."

Y/N: "Remove his gonads? Mi querida hermana, such cruelty before cocktails? Let’s not be so hasty. What is your name, dashing stranger? I am Y/N Addams. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Peter: "Hi. M-M-M- My name is Peter."

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I can already see the smutty, hot gay sex fanfictions with Mr. Tyler Galpin coming.