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runt-behavior · 2 months ago

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Yes! I’ve been waiting for this! Soooo good, but Johnny didn’t take his jersey back! The SAE house is gonna fly it on their flagpole!

6. The Confrontation

wc- 3.4k // main masterlist // go greek! masterlist // tw: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

“And then I said, 'baller?' I hardly know her!” Johnny said, laughing at his own joke like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He hasn’t asked you a single question about yourself in the last fifteen minutes, having been talking about whatever shenanigans he and his frat brothers have been getting up to.

Listening to Johnny monologue like this is torture, but you know this is all part of your and Wade’s plan. Johnny is only here to make the SAE guys jealous, and you don’t have to be truly interested in him for that. He just has to be hot, and he certainly checks that box.

It was surprisingly easy to get a date with him. It turns out being a frat sweetheart makes you a hot commodity, and maybe the whole good-girl/frat-guy dynamic does it for them. You met him for coffee in the student lounge, which is the perfect first date spot, especially for your plan. Casual enough because he has as much personality as a matchstick, but it's also public enough to show him off.

“What did you say your major was?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze.

You carried on the dull conversation, deciding to focus more on his biceps under his shirt sleeves to keep yourself interested. To your surprise, he turns things around and starts to ask you some questions. Eventually, you find yourself somewhat enjoying your conversation with him. He’s still an asshole, no doubt, but maybe he will be tolerable enough to fake-date for a while.

After a while spent at the cafe, you tell him you have to get going, and Johnny asks if he can walk you home. It’s a simple gesture, but you think it’s nice that he wants to spend more time with you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he’s just buttering you up so he can sleep with you, but you’ll deal with that issue if it arises. For now, you’ll think of him as a gentleman.

As you walk, he points out his favorite places on campus. “This is where the guys and I play Spikeball. I’m really good if you ever want to watch me play,” he says. “And over here is the tree we made that pledge sleep in for the weekend.”

By the time you reach your building, your cheeks hurt from fake-smiling, and your neck aches from nodding along.

“Are you busy tonight? I’d like to see you again,” Johnny says. Just as planned.

“Actually, my frat is throwing a party. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “You’re inviting me to an SAE party? You know those guys don’t really like us,” he says, referring to the Pike brothers.

“That’s just because they don’t know you,” you say, inwardly cringing at how you sound.

“I’d love to come. Show them how to really party,” he smiles. If nothing else, he has a pretty face.

“I’ll see you then. You have my number,” you say, returning his smile before turning to scan your keycard and disappear into the building.

Once away from Johnny, you take a deep breath. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. He’s not really your type, but he’ll be good enough for what you need him for. You feel a bit guilty for playing with him like this, but you suspect that he wouldn’t take it too personally if he found out. Being used as arm candy is like every guy’s dream.

You hurry up to your room, and as soon as you flop onto your bed, you give Wade a call.

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” he says.

“Hi, Wade. I just got back from my date with Johnny.”

“And when’s the wedding? What color should I get my tie?”

You roll your eyes. “Hilarious. I invited him to the party tonight, so hopefully, everything will work out the way we want it to.”

“I really don’t know why you’re going through all this trouble. There is a perfectly eligible bachelor right here who would love to fake-date you. Or real-date you. Whatever you’re down for.”

“You’d never be able to look at me the same,” you laugh.

“Not even friends with benefits?”

You ignore his poor attempt at flirting. “What’s the next step here?”

“You need to really play up our relationship at the party. The guys won’t care that you barely know each other. All they’ll see is their girl getting a little too up-close and personal with a Pike guy and they’ll lose their shit.”

You sit up on your bed and put your phone on speaker so you can rest your head in your hands. “Okay, but Wade, I don’t want there to be any fighting. They can get jealous and mad and whatever, but I don’t want anyone to fight with Johnny just because of me.”

You can picture it now. Bucky getting in his face, Steve rushing to protect you, Frank and Logan willing to punch that douche bag for touching you. It would turn ugly quickly, and you doubt Johnny could take on at least four guys at once. You’d hate to see him get hurt just because he’s a pawn in your little plan.

“I’ll cut Bucky off after three drinks, then,” Wade responds. “So what are you wearing tonight?”

The theme for the party is sports, and everyone will be wearing a jersey of their choosing. A lot of the guys in SAE are on sports teams, and you were having a difficult time picking which one of their jerseys you would wear, but Johnny solves that problem.

“I texted Johnny, and he said I could wear his soccer jersey,” you tell Wade.

You can hear him suck air through his teeth. “That’s like a dog pissing on another dog’s fire hydrant. Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Now it’s Wade’s turn to question this plan.

“I’m really trying to sell it.”

“You’re really trying to get Johnny skinned alive.”

You sigh. “Am I crazy? Is this a bad idea?”

“Crazy, maybe, but guys are stupid and if you want them to make a move, they need a kick in the ass.”

You nod even though Wade can’t see you. You know he’s right, even if it does make you feel a bit guilty.

After you hang up with Wade, you spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on homework so you can fully recover from the inevitable hangover you’ll have this weekend. Then you shower, taking extra care to shave everything and style your hair perfectly so you can be as irresistible as possible to Johnny.

You’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you get a text from Johnny telling you that he’s outside your building. You quickly gather all of your things and rush out, not wanting to keep him waiting. You throw on a t-shirt, not caring what it is, because you’ll be replacing it with Johnny’s jersey.

When you get outside, you find Johnny leaning up against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He looks up and grins when he sees you. You know you look good, and he tells you so.

“You’re gonna make all those guys jealous,” Johnny chuckles. He’s more right than he could know.

He hands you his jersey, and, boldly, you change in front of him. You take your t-shirt off, exposing the pale lace of your bra. Johnny tries to be respectful and not look, but you saw him catch a glimpse as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“How do I look?” you ask, adjusting the jersey.

“You already looked great, but you look even better wearing my number,” he smirks.

He slings an arm over your shoulders, and you start to walk towards the SAE house. As you walk, Johnny talks about something, but you’re too busy thinking about the night to come to pay attention. You feel giddy imagining the reactions of the guys when they see you.

Time seems to stop when you walk into the house with Johnny, wearing his name on your back. Frank is the first one of the guys to spot you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he takes in the sight in front of him, but he doesn’t say any of the rude remarks that are surely brewing in his mind.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says instead.

“Hi, Frank!” you say cheerfully, ignoring the sour look on his face. “I want you to meet Johnny!”

Frank gives Johnny a curt nod but doesn’t extend his hand for the other to shake. You can tell he’s getting possessive, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You excuse yourself and move further into the party, looking to get similar reactions from the others.

You find Wade next, but he doesn’t approach you. He gives you a smile and a thumbs up from across the room, which makes you giggle. Turning your attention back to Johnny, you look up at him.

“Could you get me a drink?” you ask, yelling over the music.

“For sure,” he smiles back.

He leaves your side and heads into the kitchen, allowing you a moment to talk to Wade.

“You’re going to get that poor boy killed,” Wade says.

“Relax, everything’s going to be fine,” you reassure.

“Really?” he asks, “Because Sam is on his way over here and he looks pissed.”

You turn to see Sam, dressed in jeans and a football jersey, approaching. When you look back, you find Wade missing. He left you alone to deal with Sam yourself.

“Sam!” you greet.

“What the fuck is Johnny Storm doing here?” he asks.

You blink up at him, trying your best to play dumb. “I brought him.”

At that, Sam’s eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of Johnny’s jersey on you. His face twists even more.

“He’s from Pike,” Sam says. “Those guys aren’t allowed at our parties.” It sounds incredibly petty when he says it out loud, and you get the sense that he feels the same.

“I didn’t know,” you lie. “Sorry, Sam.”

“Hey!” you hear Johnny call. Saved by the bell. “I got you some punch.” Johnny joins you at your side and hands you a cup of blue punch that smells more like alcohol than fruit. “Hey, man,” he says, now talking to Sam. “I’m Johnny.”

“I know,” Sam replies shortly.

“Sam,” you say, urging him to be kind. “He’s my date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Date? Does Steve know about this?”

That makes you want to throw your drink in his face. This is what you wanted to happen, but you didn’t realize how much it would get under your skin. “I didn’t know I had to get Steve’s approval.”

Deciding you’re done with the conversation, you grab Johnny’s hand and drag him away, ignoring his questions. You end up in the living room, and you grab a spot on the couch where you can enjoy your drinks in peace. You stretch the truth and reassure Johnny that Sam is just protective. The peace only lasts for a few minutes before the good-cop, cop-bad cop duo interrupts.

Your attention is brought away from Johnny when you hear Steve say your name. He and Bucky are standing in front of you, towering over where you sit. They both have their arms crossed and scowls on their faces, clearly trying to intimidate your date. You find it funny how quickly word of Johnny’s presence traveled throughout the house.

“What’s wrong?” you ask them.

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” Bucky says. “Your little date needs to fuck off.”

“What?” you scoff. “You can’t kick him out.”

“Our party, our rules.”

Finally having had enough, Johnny stands up and steps into Steve and Bucky’s space. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is-”

“You’re our problem, pal,” Steve says. “Last year, you and your Pike brothers did $400 of damage at a party and refused to pay up. You think we forgot about you and Maximoff crashing through the glass door?”

Johnny laughs in their faces. “You’re icing me out because of a door? That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Laugh about it all you want, you’re still not staying,” Bucky says, refusing to back down. You feel bad that you brought Johnny here, knowing this is how it would end up.

“If he goes, I go too,” you say, standing up to join the confrontation.

“What the hell are you doing with him in the first place?” Steve asks you. Now you’re in the hot seat, and you have three people eager to know your intentions.

“We were having fun before you guys decided to be dicks.”

“Fun? Sure, let’s go with that,” Steve starts. “How long until fun ends with you on your knees?”

Suddenly, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Even Bucky looks shocked at what Steve said. You’ve never heard Steve say anything like that before, never would have expected it. Maybe from Bucky, but Steve has been nothing but kind to you. Steve’s nice to everyone.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Johnny says, his defense of you unexpected.

“Don’t bullshit me and try to say you’re looking for anything else,” Steve says, doubling down. “Leave her the hell alone and get out.”

“Steve-” Bucky tries to interject, but Johnny and Steve ignore him.

“Oh, I get it. You’re jealous that I’m getting what you’re not.” Your eyes snap to Johnny, and your shock is evident on your face. It’s like you’re watching a game of tennis and the ball is digs at you.

“We’re just looking out for her.”

“Nah, you’re pissed that I have her all to myself. Next time she is on her knees, I’ll be sure to send you a picture so you can see what you’re missing.”

You have no idea where this is coming from. You and Johnny have been on one date, and you’ve certainly never had sex. Maybe this is just what happens when douchebags feel threatened. You didn’t think Johnny was a bad guy, but maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you thought. Maybe the same applies to Steve.

Bucky steps forward and grabs Johnny by the collar. He pulls him close and says something you can’t hear, but you can tell from the look on both of their faces that it wasn’t kind. Bucky lets go, shoving him back and sending Johnny stumbling.

He looks over to you, face twisted in an angry expression. “Fuck you,” he says before storming out. Who knew Johnny was such a hot-head? You don’t blame him for blaming you for this. It is your fault, after all.

After Johnny leaves, the attention is on you. They both stand, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.

“What the hell?” Bucky asks. “Out of all people, you pick that asshole?”

You roll your eyes. You didn’t come into this looking for an argument, but that’s where this is headed. “Like you two are saints. I can date whoever I want, and you two don’t have a say.”

“So you’re dating him? Because it seems like you might have just broken up.”

“Why would you even want a guy like that, anyway?” Steve chimes in. “You deserve so much better.” His words could be kind if he didn’t say it like he was lecturing you.

“Oh, like you? Or maybe Bucky, or Matt, or Sam, or Joaquin. All the guys who flirt with me but who will never actually date me? Yeah, that sounds so much better.”

Bucky’s expression softens, but Steve’s jaw stays clenched hard. “Sweetheart,” Bucky says. It seems like there’s more; there should be more for him to say, but he doesn’t.

“You two need to figure your shit out,” you say. “Because I’m not going to let you string me along forever.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room. As soon as you turn your back on them, you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. That was way more of a scene than you wanted to make, especially with you at the center of it. You didn’t mean to say that they’re stringing you along, didn’t want to expose your feelings this way, but you suppose the cat is out of the bag now. You just hope this won’t have lasting effects on your relationship with everyone, but you have no idea how it wouldn’t.

You make your way outside and sit on the porch where you had your humiliating drunk night a few weekends ago. As you scroll on your phone to distract yourself from the racing thoughts and the tears that threaten to spill, you’re startled by a hand on your shoulder.

You look up and find Matt standing over you, a concerned look on his face. “I heard all the commotion. Are you okay?”

You sigh and, sensing that you want him to stay, Matt sits down next to you. “Bucky and Steve are assholes.”

Matt chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

You look over at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t act like you’re much better.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he smiles. “What are you talking about?”

“You flirt with me just as much as they do, and I don’t see you acting on it either.”

“Are you saying you want me to?” He asks with that head tilt that always infuriates you. He’s joking, teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. There’s no way he’s serious, but you find you have the urge to test how far he’ll take this.

“What would you say if I was?”

“Well,” he inches closer to you. “I’d remind you that you have a boyfriend.”

What? Oh. Johnny, right.

“Not my boyfriend. We’ve been on one date,” you tell him. “ And I doubt he’ll want to see me again after this.”

“Good to know,” he says with a smirk. “But I’m not really the rebound type.”

You roll your eyes and even though he can’t see it, his laugh tells you he got the vibe you were putting off. “Don’t bullshit me, Murdock. You’re the biggest slut here.”

“Slut?” he questions with a laugh. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It’s what I’ve heard. I’m just wondering if it’s true.”

The energy between you two has shifted from teasing to something more serious. He is so close to you, and you’re certain any passerby could tell what was happening just by seeing you two. Your eyes trace his plush lips and your fingers ich to reach out and touch him.

“You’re not worried about being with a slut?” he teases.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you say.

The slight smile on Matt’s lips falls as he leans in to kiss you. His fingertips brush against your cheek, holding your hair back to give him room to press his lips against yours. You allow yourself to get lost in the soft feeling of his lips on yours and the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and Johnny completely melt away.

The hand that’s not cupping your jaw travels over your thigh, teasing but respectful. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to escalate things, not wanting to take advantage of you in your vulnerable moment. Right now, you want nothing more than for Matt to make you forget about everything else.

“Matt,” you gasp when the kiss breaks to allow both of you a breath.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You sigh against his lips, debating on weather to take the leap with him or do the responsible thing and go home. In the back of your mind, you wonder if showing up with Johnny tonight had anything to do with Matt making a move on you. You have to remember to get Wade a fruit basket or something.

“Take me upstairs,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper but Matt hears you loud and clear.

He grabs your hand and this time he is the one leading you to his room. He pushes through the crowd of people in the living room and you don’t even notice Bucky, Steve, and Sam watching your ascent up the stairs. You giggle as you stumble up the stairs, holding onto the railing to prevent both of you from tumbling down.

When you reach his room, he kicks the door shut behind you and quickly has your back pressed against it where he resumes kissing you, though this time with more fervor. His hands grip tightly on your hips, keeping you upright as your knees threaten to give out. On the other side of this door is a complicated, messy hell of frat boys and drama, but this room is a sanctuary of Matt Murdock.

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runt-behavior · 10 months ago

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Kissing Ban

Pairing: TASM Spider-Man x Fem reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Peter gets a few minor cosmetic injuries and you don’t want to aggravate them

Warnings: Slight mentions of injuries at the beginning, maybe alluding to smut at the end.

A/N: I've had this sitting in my drafts for quite some time now. It’s finally time for it to see the light of day! I don’t have much else to say. This could totally be read for any of the Peter’s but I’m biased.

Peter had just come through his bedroom window, wearing his Spider-Man suit, the mask off revealing the cuts on his lower lip, and eyebrow. A sigh escaped his lips before he walked over to the desk.

Knocking on the door you check in saying.

“Hey Peter are you decent? Can I come in?”

Peter sighs as he hears a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"Come in." He chimed. When you opened the door, Peter was sitting down at the desk still in his suit after his patrol, you laugh to yourself at the sight. He looked up at you as you walked in, exposing his cuts to you with a big smile affixed to his face.

"What's so funny?" The grin never left his face.

"Your face," your voice was muddled with concern, demeanor immediately changing the second you saw the injuries. You rushed over, cupping his face and examining the damage. Peter let out a soft chuckle as you examined the cuts. He put both his hands on your head as you checked out his injuries; he trusted you enough to let you do this.

“It's fine, it'll heal." He spoke gently to you as you inspected his afflictions. He was glad to have you here, taking care of him right now. However, his protestation did nothing to ease your worries

“Your poor beautiful face! It’s ruined.” You try to joke and lighten up the mood. Peter smiled at your attempt to cheer him up. He knew you were only concerned for his safety. He placed his arms around you and pulled you up into his lap, so you could keep your hands on his face.

"It's not ruined." He spoke gently, as he placed one hand on the back of your neck to pull your chest to his. The heat of his body was radiating to yours. You knew what he was doing, you also knew it was going to work, but you’d like to have some fun first.

"I know what game you're playing! If I kiss you, it’s going to make your cuts worse. You need to be put on a kissing ban for a bit until these have a chance to heal up," you say, gently tracing the cuts on and around his lips, playing your own game.

"Oh, come on!" Peter protests, a mischievous smirk on his face as he playfully protests against the kissing ban. "A kiss ban!" he exclaims with a hint of mock indignation. He doesn’t really mind if the kisses worsen his cuts; after all, that was why you were there. It wasn’t like the kisses were going to make him bleed out. Leaning into your touch as you caressed his cuts, trying to coax you into giving in and kissing him anyway.

With a dismissive "Nope, not happening!" you snort at his expression, teasing him with a playful pout. In response, Peter pouts and pretends to be offended, mirroring your expression.

"But, but…" He was beginning to sound like he was pleading for a kiss, even though he wasn't serious. He smiled at you, hoping you'd understand that he simply wanted to kiss you. He couldn’t resist you in that moment; he longed for the feeling of your sweet lips.

“But what?” You cross your arms, making an effort to put some distance between your chests.

As Peter chuckled softly, he realized that his attempt at a pout wasn't going to persuade you to kiss him. With a determined expression in his eyes, he turned on the charm, hoping to bridge any gap between you. Closing in on you, he leaned in until his chest was against your folded arms, locking eyes with you in an intimate, intense gaze.

"Right now, I really want you to kiss me," he said in a soft, longing voice.

"Ah, so now you've found your words, huh?" you remarked, tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. Tapping your cheek thoughtfully, a sly smile played on your lips as you pretended to mull over his question. Slowly rising to your feet, you took a few measured steps back, increasing the physical distance between you as if to emphasize your contemplation.

Peter was starting to lose patience with your games. He didn’t like being teased for so long; he just wanted your lips on him. He followed you as you stepped backward, moving close again. He smirked at your tapping of the cheek as if you were seriously thinking about it.

"Hey, you know you can’t resist me," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye as his face drew closer to yours.

"Well, I guess I could spare one kiss," you say with a mischievous smile. You lean in slowly, observing the way his eyes close in anticipation. As he closes his eyes, you lean in and give him a quick, gentle peck on the cheek, savoring the warmth of the moment. You then turn away, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the bed, where you sit down and let the moment linger in the air.

Peter slowly opened his eyes and watched as you walked away. A hint of disappointment spread across his face. He spoke up, his tone tinged with annoyance, before following you to the bed.

"Is that it? Is that all the kiss I get?" he said as he approached you coming to a stop before your seated figure.

"What? You said you wanted a kiss, so I graciously kissed you," you say dramatically with your arms before leaning back on them and looking up at him. Peter rolled his eyes at the dramatic nature of your words. He simpered and let out a hearty laugh before speaking.

"That wasn’t the kiss I was expecting." He said with a smirk on his face, as he bent over you, placing his hands by either side of your waist on the bed. He looked into your eyes as he spoke. "I was expecting a bit more…"

“Enlighten me, what were you expecting.” You continue to tease him sinking a bit further into the mattress.

"You know, the passionate movie-type kiss…" He loomed over you. You knew exactly what he was talking about. He leisurely lowered himself towards you, close enough so that you could feel his breath on your face. He spoke softly just above a whisper, "You know… The kiss where I just melt for you?" Emphasizing the last words with a whisper, he smirked again. His words sent goosebumps up your arms. He's practically pinned you in place on the bed, leaving no escape.

“Woah man can we talk about this?” You say in a goofily, laying flat on the bed. Peter chuckled, hearing you attempt a joke just to try to get away from him. This just made him want you more now. He was enjoying every moment of this teasing, and it was showing through his beaming grin. He continued to speak in an alluring voice as he looked deep into your eyes.

"We can talk later…" Peter slid one of his hands to the back of your neck, holding it gingerly so that you would look into his eyes, which were full of desire. He used his other hand to steady himself as he brought you closer to him. Your bodies were pressed up against each other now as you lay on the bed.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. You could tell that Peter was enjoying this game but you were also enjoying yourself too. His words, his touches, his body heat, it all compounded, having a powerful effect on you. You were practically melting under his gaze, and you couldn't resist him any longer. "Later?" You finally managed to squeak, in the small space where your breaths mingled.

Peter smirked at the sound of your response. He knew he had you right where he wanted. He could see the desire in your eyes as you spoke. He could feel it in your body language as you leaned up into him.

"Later." He muttered as his eyes traveled down to your lips and lingered on them. “Right now I think I need my fix of you." His voice dulcet and seductive, full of desire and need. Your bodies were pressed together, your hearts beating rapidly in your chests. You couldn’t resist him any longer, and he knew it. His words were successively disintegrating any defenses you had left, and you could feel yourself melting under his touch. “Peter…” You spoke his name breathlessly, your voice barely a whisper.

You were not capable of denying his demand any longer. The desire coursing through your body had taken over completely. Closing the gap, you pushed your body into his, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. It was akin to fireworks going off inside of you, everything he was doing right now was making you want him even more. His hand unhurriedly dragged from the bed to your waist, pining you to him as the kiss deepened.

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