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poetsofmyheart · 10 months

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my tears ricochet

chapter two. masterlist.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: death, nightmares

WORD COUNT: 2,912

NOTES: anyone wanna be added to a tag list? i’ve gotten a few requests so lmk :)

“what a shame she went mad, you made her like that.” - mad woman, taylor swift

now

the night peter walked me back to my apartment, i couldn’t get a single minute of sleep. my mind raced with thoughts about gwen and harry osborn.

the man who killed gwen was peter’s best friend.

what the fuck?

i couldn’t get it out of my head. the thought played in my mind like a broken vhs tape. stuck on a constant loop with no idea how to fix it. endless questions filled my brain. peters words flooding and repeating over and over.

“he was never caught.”

how does something like that happen? why did he do it? was he trying to get revenge? why gwen?

my mind raced with these questions all night. i ran through all possible answers until finally, at around five in the morning, my mind shut off. though, my peaceful slumber didn’t last long because i began to dream about gwen.

again.

i often dream about what happened the night at the tower. the details of that night have never fully been disclosed unfortunately. i only know part of what happened simply because peter had told me through tears after the incident, when he came in through my window.

although, it doesn’t matter because i only ever dream about the worst part of it all. the part where gwen falls to her death.

these dreams began a few days after her funeral. when the realization of her really being gone had settled.

i dream about her at the top of that tower, holding on to spider-man’s webs. i dream about her calling out for help, calling out to peter. i dream about what she must’ve been feeling moments before hitting the pavement. the fear that loomed over her body like a ghost.

right as gwen is about to let go of peter’s web, i jolt awake. i feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me.

the time on my desk reads 1:25 pm.

yikes.

i’m not awake for long when the questions that kept me awake for majority of the night come soaring back. i jump up from my bed and go straight for my desk. powering on my computer, i go to the search engine and search harry osborn. i read the top result.

HARRY OSBORN

SON OF NORMAN OSBORN, CEO OF OSCORP INDUSTRIES

oscorp industries sticks out to me. i remember that’s where gwen’s internship was located at. that’s where she used to work. everyday after school, i’d drop her off at oscrop before driving myself to my piano lessons. i’d pick her up after as well and we’d drive home together.

i scroll a little further down and click on the oscorp website. a fuzzy photo of harry loads on to my screen. an i.d. photo perhaps. the photo feels eerie, unsafe. he looks like a normal person.

knowing this perfectly normal looking man was capable of something so horrendous strikes me as bizzare. looking at him makes my blood boil and my vision turn red.

for another hour, i’m left researching harry osborn and oscorp industries. i look for clues that might help me find out what he’s up to these days, where he might be.

as i’m scrolling, i hear a tapping sound come from my window. the familiarity of it sends a wave of electricity through me.

i quickly x out of the tab i’m in and walk over to my window. when i open my curtains, i see a familiar masked hero waving at me. i roll my eyes and lift open the latch. “what do you want? and how’d you know which window was mine?

“i promised i’d tell you everything.” peter says, jumping into my room and ignoring the second part of my question. he takes a look around my room, which is currently a mess.

clothes scatter my floor. bras, panties, sleep shirts, and all of the above. old piano sheet music and coffee cups litter every corner, and my bed is unmade, the sheets hanging off to the side. i kick some undergarments under my bed before he can see them.

his eyes land on my closet. my closet is wide open, the photos i hung on the door forever ago are on full display. he walks over to my photo wall and his eyes linger on a specific polaroid of me and gwen.

the photo was taken at prom. me and gwen are holding each other close, gwen pressing a chaste kiss on my cheek while i smile widely at the camera. the memory feels distant, but not forgotten.

peter chuckles softly to himself. “feels like a lifetime ago.” he murmurs. his gloved finger traces over gwen’s face, then over mine.

i’m relived i can’t see his face. i’d pain me to see the heartbreak and anguish that’s most likely written all over his expression, threatening to spill over.

a few seconds pass by in silence before i clear my throat. peter turns around fast, almost like he’s forgotten he was in my room. “sorry.” he pulls of his mask, a sheepish smile plastered on his face.

he glances around my room a little longer, admiring some of the band posters on my wall. he’s about to go over to my computer when i remember my researching from just moments earlier. i manage to beat him to it and shut it off before the tabs can reopen.

peter is like an unattended child. he runs around, grabbing and inspecting everything he sees like a kid in a candy shop. not a single care in the world.

i’m closing my computer when i notice he’s gone.

then i hear the piano.

“seriously, peter?” he’s sitting at my piano which is placed directly in front of my couch, where a tv would normal sit.

“you still play?” he presses a few random keys, creating a cacophony of noise. the sound reverberates throughout my apartment. “yeah.” my response holds a hint of annoyance.

peter is well aware of my love for piano. in high school, gwen would drag peter to some of my concerts. it would come up in our conversations often as well. he’d talk about his love for photography while i talked about my love for piano.

i cringe as he continues to hit random notes. he drags his fingers up and down the keyboard then repeatedly hits the same key over and over again, smirking as he does. “jesus, can you stop that?” i make him scoot over so i’d have space to sit on the bench.

he reaches for my sheet music. “hmm,” he rifles through the slightly crumpled sheets. “fantasie?” my eyes widen and i rip the papers out of his grasp. “don’t touch that!” i reorganize the papers and put them back on my stand. i’m worried he’ll recognize the song.

“geez, sorry.” he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign he might not have noticed. he stands up from his spot on the bench and sits on the couch.

“play me something.”

“no.”

“why not?”

“because.”

“because why?” he raises a brow.

“because i don’t want to.”

“what about your audition. don’t you think you should practice with an audience?” it takes him a second to realize what he’s just said. his cheeks redden.

it takes me a minute to fully grasp on to what he said. “were you… spying on me yesterday?” my eyes narrow at him suspiciously.

he runs a gloved hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his i’m very familiar with. “i may or many not have accidentally overheard.” he admits.

“creeper.”

i try to hide my smile by looking down at the keyboard. i play a few random notes. mine are subtle and soft unlike peter’s obnoxious ones. they echo beautifully.

we’re quiet for a moment as we listen.

“okay, how about this.” peter says, sitting up straight. i look up at him. “how about you play me a song and i’ll tell you everything you want to know about gwen and harry.”

“or,” i stop playing. “you tell me everything i want to know, and then maybe,” i grin as i drag out the last word. “maybe i’ll play you a song.”

peter groans.

“hey, there was no specification about a song!” peter laughs, but it simmers away just as quickly as it appeared, his face becoming serious when he remembers why he’s at my apartment in the first place. “i’m sorry.” he says, frowning.

my smile fades.

“i’m sorry for not telling you anything about what happened. i just-” he shakes his head. “with everything going on and what happened to gwen, i couldn’t risk losing you too.”

something that hangs loosely in my chest tightens.

“gwen died because she knew too much about me. i couldn’t get you killed too. you knowing i’m spider-man is enough to put you in danger.”

“so, you kept me in the dark.”

peter nods. “that night, i tried so hard to keep gwen away.” he let’s out a humorless laugh as he recalls the tragic event. “for gods sake, i even webbed her to a car.”

as peter continues talking, i realize i’ve begun moving my fingers to the rhythm of fantasie.

one thing i’ve started doing to cope with gwen’s loss was of course piano, but when i’m away from the piano and need something to ease my mind, i move my fingers to the rhythm of the song.

“what about harry osborn? why’d he kill gwen?” i’m barely able to get the words out due to my throat tightening. i can’t bare to meet his gaze, so i continue to play with my hands. if peter notices, he doesn’t mention it.

“harry was sick. he developed an illness, the very same illness that killed his father. it was hereditary. he became this sick monster, he almost didn’t look like himself. everyone on the case calls him ‘the green goblin.’ he believed spiderman’s blood could cure him. i refused to give him blood, and when he found out i was spider-man, he used gwen as a way to get revenge on me.”

my suspicions from last night had been correct. it was revenge on peter.

gwen was the one who had to suffer the consequences.

“he took her and dropped her and i didn’t reach her on time.” peter’s eyes glaze over.

the full weight of what really happened to gwen lands on me harshly. the tears i tried so hard to push back fall freely down my cheeks and soon enough, peter’s words become overshadowed by the sound of fantasie. my need to block out the truth causes my fingers move against the keys the way i’ve grown to love. i forget about peter’s presence and for just a few minutes, it’s just me.

and gwen.

once i’m finished, i keep my eyes trained on the keyboard. and then i remember peter.

“whoa,” is all he says.

“i’m sorry.” i try to laugh off my embarrassment. my voice sounds nasally from the crying. peter’s intense gaze makes it all the more harder to recover from my outburst. “it’s just a thing i do. this was gwen’s favorite song on the piano and i can’t help but move my fingers to the rhythm when i think about her.”

peter looks caught off guard, but not from my sudden playing, but from the sudden tears on my face. before he can comment on it i ask, “so what are you going to do?”

peter’s concerned eyes turn confused. “about what?”

“how are you going to find harry osborn?”

“i’ve been trying to find him for the past two years.”

“and you haven’t found him yet?”

“i don’t need your help, if that’s what you’re implying.” peter stands up from his position on the couch, all softness gone and starts making his way back to my room. i follow behind him and scoff.

“yes, you clearly do. it’s been two years. don’t think it’s about time you had some help?” peter ignores me and pulls on his mask. he climbs through my window, turns to me and says, “i’m not going to put you in danger the same way i did to gwen.”

then he’s gone.

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a few days go by before i see peter again. except this time, i pay him a visit.

trying to get in contact with peter was a lot harder than it seemed. at some point in the last two years he’s changed his phone number, the one in my phone outdated.

i am also not in contact with any of my high school peers so there is no way for me to ask around for his number.

so i do what i do best.

i google him.

it doesn’t take me long to find peter because he’s the first result among the other one million peter parkers.

he’s a well accomplished photographer for the daily bugle. according to google, his most recent work consists of spider-man photographs.

shocker.

unfortunately, the daily bugle does not share insiders phone numbers which means i still have no way of contacting peter.

this left me with one option left.

i go to the daily bugle myself.

having been to the daily bugle myself before (for a high school field trip weirdly enough), i’m already well aware that visitors, aside from family, are not allowed into the building.

so i pretend to be peter’s wife.

before i reach the daily bugle, i make a quick stop at the deli near by. i order a sandwich, which i use as a prop. my excuse being that peter forgot his lunch.

“mrs. parker, wife of peter parker.” i say to the woman at the front desk. she eyes me suspiciously for a minute then nods. “third floor.” she says, and hands me a visitors badge.

i take the elevator and when the doors open, i meet eyes with the famous james jameson. he doesn’t say anything at first, peering down at my badge and narrowing his eyes. “mrs. parker?” he says, eventually.

“yes! is my husband peter around? he forgot his lunch.” i hold up the brown paper bag. hilariously, he stands there shocked. mouth wide open like a gaping fish.

“uh- yes. he’s just down the hall.”

“great.” he stops me before i can leave.

“i’m sorry-” he shakes his head with a laugh. “peter parker, right? he’s your husband?” he says this like it’s the most impossible thing in the world.

i nod.

before he can continue, i mumble out a thank you and walk down the hall as directed. when i reach the end, i’m met with a room full of cubicles, all the same grey, dull design.

i scan the room for a minute, and when i find peter’s eyes, his are already on me. his cubicle is tucked by the corner on the left side.

i wave and walk towards him, a hint of a smirk playing at my lips. when i reach him, he’s giving me a glare so deadly it makes hot liquid pour all over my body.

“what are you doing here?” he whispers, an edge to his voice. “you forgot your lunch.” i set the bag on his desk. his face contorts in confusion.

“also, we need to talk. it’s important.” before he can respond, i pull him up from his desk and drag him to the women’s bathroom. i lock the door behind us.

“jesus christ, y/n. someone’s gonna think i’m trying to get a quickie in on the job.”

“not if you shut up and let me talk.”

peter rolls his eyes. when he looks down at my badge, his eyes widen. “mrs. parker?” he sputters out, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“it’s was the only way to get in.”

“and what was so important that you needed to get in?”

ever since peter filled me in on the night of gwen’s death, i decided to use my new knowledge on the subject to conduct my own investigation. i find out about electro and harry’s assistant, felicia hardy, who i believe would be a great help in our search.

“because i know about electro and felicia hardy.”

peter looks distraught at the mention of electro and felicia. it’s not long before his shock quickly dissipates into anger. “i thought i said i didn’t need your help.”

“but you do, peter!” i fling my arms around, my anger building up rapidly, cheeks burning. “gwen was my best friend! my confidant, and i’m not going to rest until i find the bastard that killed her. i’m going to do it with or without your help, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and accept that you need my help. it’s been two years for fucks sake.”

peter blinks.

he seems to really think about it for a second. his eyes looking me up and down, then scanning my face. finally he begrudgingly says, “fine.”

my eyes light up a smidge.

“but the second things start going south, you’re out. got it?”

“got it.”

“this stays between us. there can’t be any secrets between us or else it’ll all go to shit. promise me you won’t keep anything from me.”

i hold out my pinky. “i promise.”

except i’ve already broken that promise because i’ve failed to mention the threatening letters in my mailbox.

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terresdebrume · 23 hours

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This snippet will be cleaned up and posted to AO3 as part of my current series. There's more of it in the series' tag on my blog tho, s: limo driver Joe.

Joe takes his ticket back and makes his way to his seat towards the back of the bus. His backpack is heavy on his shoulder. The air is too cold for him. He feels, irritatingly enough, like he should be wearing a suit. With a sigh, he settles his bag in the overhead luggage compartment and sits down.

A single blue backpack. Not the sum of his possessions—that got shipped last week, thanks to a decade of savings—but definitely some of the most precious ones. The vintage Dick Tracy keychain his siblings pooled up to get him when he left home, safely hooked to the inside zipper. The ninja turtles shirt that has somehow not died yet. The tiny, silver, six-branched star David got him after he lost the one from his bar mitzvah five years into his work for the Websters. He never like his life was empty, those ten years, but looking down, he can't help but wonder if he was wrong.

The engine comes on. The people outside the bus start hurrying up. A jam forms at the front. Joe rolls his eyes and jams his jacket between his shoulder and the window, then blinks. For a moment, he thought—oh, something stupid, probably. Then he turns his head, and he sees him.

David stands on the quai, eyeing the bustling travelers like he's not sure they're quite healthy to be around. He's wearing that stupid dress his mother makes him wear when she wants to show visitors what a good catholique family she has. The pale blue one with a Peter Pan collar and the white flats. David never looked quite comfortable in that ensemble, but now it clashes with his clearly masculine haircut and the designer lines of his bookbags.

Out of all the people Joe befriended in Nw York in the past ten year, he had to get closest to the one whose entire being screams dork. He rolls his eyes, resolutely ignoring the light warmth pinching behind his ribs. Then he knocks on the window. David startles. Finds Joe at the window. His mouth does that thing where it's hanging open and trying to smile at the same time. Joe rolls his eyes again, and goes fishing for his phone.

"Get out," he texts David in German, "before someone steals your lunch money."

Outside, he sees David fish his phone out of his pocket. Glance at it. Glare up at him, flipping him the bird. Joe can't help but grin harder at the sight. His phone buzzes.

"Safe journey, asshole."

Joe gives the kid a nod. They're probably never going to spend any significant amount of time together again. Joe's going back to Frisco. David has a life of luxury waiting for him in New York, if he can stick the landing with his coming out. There's no reason for them to even meet again.

In the privacy of his own head, Joe can admit he'll miss the guy. He'd thought he'd be insufferable at first. A little girl in neat little plaits, in a bohemian white dress that said 'just back from the Bali' like a bat signal for rich people. He'd been frowning at everything. Complaining in German to his then-nanny about the temperature, the smell, the size of the airport, the car, and then Joe. Because he hadn't been Mr. Ameer, the previous driver. Of course Joe had to respond to it, and in German, too.

There was some fire, under the lace that said 'my children don't get dirty'. Joe remembers pressing his lips against a smile, delighted by this stranger two years younger than Jake who'd answered his barb with as much aplomb as Al ever had. They haven't really stopped bickering since. So yeah, Joe will miss the guy.

He'll wonder, probably, what he's doing, in the future. Whether his Harvard degree is going well. Whether his coming out is accepted. Whether he found someone who'll actually listen to him if he decides to tell someone other than that damn journal of his about his accident and the months after.

Joe winks at David, huffing a laugh when that only makes him glare harder. Joe stops himself from reaching for the pendant David gifted him, safely tucked with the one Ma sent him as an actual replacement for the Bat Mitzvah gift. The doors at the front of the bus close down. David's face goes blank. Something tight grips Joe's throat.

He blinks, several times. Watches David grow smaller as the bus leaves the station. Then, feeling like he's losing some fight against himself, he reaches for his phone again and sends:

"Text you when I get there, kid."

In response, he gets an emoji.

"🙄"

#band of brothers #Webgott #david webster #joe Liebgott #hbo war fic #Matt writes #this is actually pre anything romantic on Joe's part #but still counts #age difference #not that it should be a surprise given canon but shrug #s: limo driver Joe

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2-fast-2-curious · 1 year

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I posted 10,906 times in 2022

That's 7,427 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 886 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#seb can get a sewing kit i can see him getting really into fixing buttons for his kids clothes or hemming his own pants or patching clothes

My Top Posts in 2022:

I absolutely loved the NSFW Alphabet we need more of Peter being obsessed with tits it's my new favorite concept 😔

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Shout out to @lipstickbisous because I’m pretty sure that’s how this thought is living in our minds rent- free

https://lipstickbisous.tumblr.com/post/671766820773101568/ok-so-this-is-a-stretch-but-that-gif-of-peter-face

Also I’m using a MCU Peter GIF because I feel bad for neglecting him. I put the dirty stuff under the cut. I feel like I could write 15K words about this. Peter has his subby moments in this.

Peter noticed them before he ever got to see you bare

But that's a bit and pervy and Peter's taking that with him to the grave

The way your clothes draped over them or how your cleavage looked when you pushed your arms together

Sometimes your shirt would slip off your shoulder and Peter could see your bra strap and even that would get his imagination going

If you’re messy like me sometimes Peter would come over to your room and just see your bra all over the place

Hanging off the side of your hamper, on the floor, partially sticking out of your drawers

The way you treat these very important apparatus makes him think you wouldn’t miss it if one of them happened to go missing

But Peter’s a nice boy so he’s totally not going to steal one to use when he jacks off

However, he’s not exactly subtle so once you get together you gift him a bra or two like one with a pokey underwire or one where the padding has gotten lumpy

Like I said, Peter’s not subtle so it was apparent from the start that Peter loves your tits

During the heavy petting phase, you noticed how his hands love to squeeze your chest while he makes out with you so you started wearing an unpadded bra so you could feel his hands better and he could feel your tits

When clothes started being removed Peter was very eager

As soon as he took off your shirt and bra he started attaching his mouth to your chest while he was still fully dressed

Flipped you over so you were on top and he could smother his face in your breasts

One day Peter would love to get you off by only stimulating your breasts

But right now he’ll love sucking marks and flicking his tongue against your nipples while you buck your hips and beg him for his cock

He gets you nipple clamps so your nipples are extra sensitive and Peter can be the one who relieves you from this torture

In the beginning, maybe he texts you to put them on when he’s a couple blocks away and slowly builds up your tolerance so you can keep them on for him until he comes back from patrol

During sex Peter loves having you on your back so his hands have full access to your breasts

He’ll push them together and you can basically hear the gears in his head turning

“Babe, it would be so hot if you fucked my tits“

Peter almost came as soon as his hard cock was enveloped in the softness of your boobs

Peter also loves when you ride him

Of fucking course he loves watching the way your tits bounce

But even when you’re on top sometimes Peter can’t resist and grips your hips to hold you up and fucks into you so your tits can bounce wildly

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NSFW Alphabet for Spider-Man/Peter Parker

AN: Had TASM!Peter Parker in mind for these but y’all know how much I love Tom

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The cuddliest boy, gives you smooches while you play with his hair. Carries you to the bathroom and makes you a snack while you do whatever you need to do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of you is your breasts because it’s where you’re heart is. His spidey-sense does allow him to hear your heartbeat normally but when he’s right up against you it’s incredibly soothing. IDK what to say he just loves them. Loves squeezing, licking, and biting them. They’re so soft and lovely, when he comes home from a cold evening patrol, nothing feels better than warming his face on your chest. Of course, inevitably his mouth starts feeling too empty so it doesn’t take long for your tits to end up in his mouth and he might just fall asleep like that.

His favourite part of himself is his arms because that’s what he uses to hold himself up when he’s on top of you. He sees the hungry way you look at him when he pulls himself up onto a building. He loves how his arms allow you to hold you and keep you safe and close to him. One of his favourite ways to wake up is having you tracing patterns in his arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The spider bite didn’t impact the amount, texture, or taste of his cum. We’ll just into this more during stamina but he’s got an almost non-existent refractory period and can fill you up with him cum again as many times as you’ll let him. Peter loves seeing his cum on you, on your back, face or tits and even though it can be messier he doesn’t mind helping you clean it up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay so Peter thinks it would be hot to rescue you, kill/incapacitate the villain and then take you against the wall while they’re still laying there. Sorry this is very unhinged of me.

But yeah Peter’s adrenaline would be all amped up from fighting the villain and winning, He sees you tied up in the corner of the abandoned warehouse and doesn’t bother taking off the restraints before undressing the necessary parts and having sex with you. He’s rougher than usual but still tells you how happy he is he was able to save you and tells you to moan extra loud so everyone can hear how good he fucks you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a studious boy so he knows things and even has had some practical experience but not a ton. Of course, each partner is different so Peter makes sure to learn all the things you like and don’t and some might say his heightened intuition helps with that too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Peter’s pretty tame, he likes missionary. He likes how he’s able to kiss you and look into your eyes as he gives you pleasure, loves how much skin to skin contact there is, loves how he can give you a particularly hard thrust he can feel your hard nipples grazing his chest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter is a comedy of errors but this never kills the mood. He’s goofy and is sure to make you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

With everything going on in Peter’s life he doesn’t really have time to manscape that much. He does keep everything tamed so it’s comfortable for you when you’re down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Peter is pretty romantic. He makes sure to always let you know how much you mean to him. On special occasions he’ll light candles and buy flowers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Peter is stressed the eff out all the time and nothing eases his mind better than an orgasm. But he needs this so often that he feels bad for bothering you with this.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Peter loves photos. Nothing brightens his spirits like getting a new one of you. It can something cute like your face or something dirty like photos of you waiting for him with your new lingerie on. When he has time he loves taking out his phone and going through ones that he’s taken of you and yes he has a private folder of ones that are more x-rated.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outdoors with a killer view of the city. I mean Peter did say his favourite place to think was the Empire State Building so just imagine him taking you up to the observation deck when it’s closed to the public and pressing you against one of those glass panels as he takes you from behind. Whispering all that good stuff in your ear about how hot it is you’re letting the whole city see what a slut you are for Spider-man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, anything you do. You could be sticking your tongue out while your read or licking your fingers after finishing a sandwich and Peter’s ready to take you right there on the couch.

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She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

1,706 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

I Know You Wanna Go to Heaven But You’re Human Tonight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband and forever Valentine, Matt Murdock is working too much. You surprise him at the office but you’re the one who’s going to be in for a surprise.

Warnings: Office sex, Breeding kink, Matt talks a lot and it’s dirty, unprotected sex, pregnancy talk, discussion of contraceptives, discussions of fertility struggles, barely any clothes are taken off, IDK anything about Catholicism and that might show with the way they talk about the wedding and birth control.

A/N: For all my lovely readers, you’re all my valentines today. I feel like I haven’t written something this filthy in a while but I had to try super hard since it’s for @princessphilly breeding kink challenge. Also usually I write a whole thing at once but I kept getting too turned on and had to take so many breaks because I was getting too worked up. I was an idiot and starting writing this without even checking if it was eligible but it is because its Marvel and that’s the ship I will be dying on. Also I doubt I’ll be able to finish the series before Netflix takes it off.

You had been running errands around town for most of the day but you really missed Matt and wanted to check in on him. You knew how sometimes he forgot to take care of himself when he got wrapped up in a case.

“Hey, babe. Just wanted to drop by and keep you company.” You leaned over the desk to give Matt a kiss and it still made your heart race every time he rested his fingers on your jaw.

You described each item as you unpacked your bag. “Here’s an order of pasta from our favourite place, tomato basil arancini, a salad with burrata, figs and prosciutto. I also got us some San Pellegrino. I would’ve gotten us wine but it’s a bit early for that.”

“How many people were you planning to feed?” Matt asked as you filled his entire desk with food.

“Okay, I admit, I originally had gone to Eataly in Flatiron to pick up some accoutrements for our meal and I got carried away.”

“We also have a new set of ravioli stamps so that’s what we’re doing next weekend.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Murdock.” Matt loved calling you that and you loved it when he did. You loved belonging to him in every sense.

“I promise I’ll try not to distract you too much, I just wanted to be close to you.” You took out a thick binder from your bag and sat down on one of the chairs on the opposite side of Matt’s large wooden desk. You had picked it up this morning by your friend, Stella. She was tired of waiting for the ‘right’ partner and decided she wanted to have a child by herself.

Matt’s ears picked up on the sound of you putting the binder down on his desk. It was too heavy to be a novel or a notebook. “What is that?”

“Stella gave it to me, she’s in the final stages of choosing a sperm donor and she wants a second opinion.” You now had Matt’s full attention.

“Well, you do have excellent taste in men.” Matt punctuated his statement with a smirk.

“You think you’re joking but you should consider selling your sperm if this whole lawyer thing doesn’t work or if we never need extra money.” Who were you kidding, you lived in New York City, you always needed extra money. “I feel like every person in the book is just you but described by a different person.”

“Care to elaborate?” Matt seeming to have forgotten about the case he was working on.

“Smart”

“Ridiculously fast reflexes”

“Funny”

“Ivy-league educated”

“Good physique”

“Beautiful eyes”

“Strong moral compass”

“Athletic”

“Honest”

“Good mouth shape”

“Owns his own business”

“Very observant”

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My #1 post of 2022

do you have a master list of all the audios? i need one place to find them all 😩

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Albon - Ocon

Perez-Zhou

Male Listener Audios More Male Listener Audios

Alex Albon

[M4F] [Script Offer] Early Morning With Your BF

[M4F] Be My Good Girl?

Fernando Alonso

noche de lluvia

buen-dia-amor

[M4F] Déjame ayudarte a dormir

Marcus Armstrong

A Soft Morning at the Beach [M4F]

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

Teaching you how to drive stick

Exhibitionist in front of the window

[M4F] Flatmates [painting]

[M4F][Script Fill] All Wrapped up

Peter Bonnington

[M4F] [Script Fill] Laundry Day

[F4M] Thanks for a Great Race, Wanna Fuck?

Valterri Bottas

[M4F] You Love It When I Put On A Suit, Don’t You?

Jenson Button

[M4F] Breakfast In Bed

Perfect The Way You Are.

I talk about going down on you

Nyck De Vries

[M4A] [Ramblefap] I have to start with something...

[M4F] I'd say it was a pleasure but...

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gwenstacy-ghostspider · 2 years

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🥰Crush On The Second Floor🥰

Part 3-20

Summary: You just recently moved to the second floor of an apartment complex. But too much to you're enjoyment Peter Parker...YOUR CRUSH lives in the same apartment complex but a few floors above you.

Extra:

Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker but in Tom Holland's living condition. So living with Aunt May in an apartment instead of an actually house.

Reader gender neutral

Lot's of edits because the OG draft of this story was with Tom Holland's Peter but I strongly SIMP over Andrew Garfield

Tag List:

@paw-sneeze

"Hey, Penis Parker!" Flash spoke as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Hello, asshat." You spoke up for Peter, you were tired of Flashes shit. You hated him bullying Peter. Flashed glared at you and slammed his hands on you and Peter's desk. You got pissed, you didn't like him looking at you like that so you stand up slamming your hands on the desk too. "Sticking up for Penis parker, are you? How interesting." You glared at Flash.

"Leave his ass alone! I've had enough of you bullying him daily!" Flash gasp. "Me? bullying? I do no such thing." You ball your hands into fists and peter grabbed your arm trying to calm you down. He's never seen you like this. "I'm done with shutting up! Listen here you filthy little shit!" You pull away from Peter and grab Flash by the collar of his shirt. "I haven't bullied him" Flash still insisted.

"I'm too mature for something so childish." You still hold his collar tight and glared harshly at him. "oh? well, if you're so mature now. Then I think it's time you grow up!" You put all your force into it and shove Flash to the floor, or well try to. He ends up getting shoved into the table behind him before falling in pain holding his back moaning in pain. "Bully him again I won't be as nice." You sit down in your seat like nothing happed and Flash ran to his seat as the teacher walked in. "What was that about?" The teacher asked Flash and of course, he told on you along with the rest of his friends.

"L/N go to the principles office, Violence is not tolerated in my classroom!" Your teacher yelled at you in front of the class. You sigh collecting your things before walking out of the class with one last look at Peter. Peter looked well you didn't really know you couldn't read his face. You quickly look at the floor and walked out of the classroom heading to the principles office. After about an hour wait you were allowed to go see the principal. Reaching the door to the principles office you open it fearfully. "Excuse me."

"Come in." You hear a stern female voice on the other side of the door. "Okay." You open the door slowly before walking in shutting it behind you and taking a seat in a nearby chair. "L/N right? Your teacher told me you started a fight with a classmate." You slowly nodded. "Yes, ma'am but in my defense, he was picking on my friends and bullies my friend daily." The principal looked at you. "I will deal with that as well but that still doesn't excuse your actions. Normally I'd suspended you but seeing as it's your first time getting in trouble. I'll only give you a week of detention." You nodded rapidly.

"Thank you so much! Umm, may I go back to class?" "You may just behave yourself." You nodded leaving the office and going to 3rd period, having to have missed the second period due to being in the office. You enter you're 3rd period and see Peter but don't sit beside him like you normally would you feel like he's probably mad at you. You avoided him during lunch and 4th period. After school you leave, not waiting for peter you didn't wanna see him mad at you.

Not going to the apartment you, you walk alone for a while till you see a familiar car drive to you and Harry steps out the car. "Y/N Mr.Osborn wants to know if you wanna help with his new project with him" she nodded. "Of course, plus it'll get my mind off what happened today." Harry nodded and opened the car door for you. You get into the car Harry closing the door as you got in before he went to the driver's side. Once Harry got into the car he drove you to Oscorp.

Once you reach Oscorp you get out of the car before Harry could open it. Quickly walking to Norman Osborn's lab, you weren't stopped by security even without a pass they knew your face so they'd let you through. Once at Norman's lab you push the door open with a lot of force more so than needed. "Okay kid, what's the matter?" You sigh. "That obvious?" Norman nodded looking at you a bit worried, he's become a father-like figure to you and you were like his kid even if you weren't actually his kid.

"So what happened kid?" You walked over and sat in front of Norman as he put the test tubes he was working on down giving you his full attention. "Well, this guy flash was bullying my Crush, So I stepped In and gave him a piece of my mind but ended up shoving him into a table...then got in trouble with the teacher and I got detention for a week. But that's not what's pissing me off, I'm pissed or well more worried and scared Peter hates me now..." Norman shakes his head. "Kid you did the right thing. I'm sure Peter isn't mad at you." You smiled. "Thanks, dad" You laughed a bit and Norman smiled with a roll of his eyes. "Now let's get to work kid" You nodded.

"What do you want me to work on?" Norman had gone back to working on test tubes. "Near Doctor Octavius's half of the lab is a tube with snake DNA" You nodded, walking to Octavius's half of the lab you see the tube and grab it but bumped into the table. Causing bottles of things to fall and you to slip. You hit the floor hard and got a huge cut on your arm from a broken glass bottle. whatever was in that bottle was now in your body along with all the other strange chemicals that were on the floor and spilled on you. Norman heard glass hit the floor and a thud worried he turned around seeing you bleeding and on the floor with a bunch of chemicals, but not actual chemicals, more specifically snake blood. Octavius was experimenting with it, same way that Norman was experimenting with Spiders with the help of O'Conner.

"Oh, my god kid!" Norman helped you up and sat you in a chair. "I don't feel so good," You said as Norman sat you in a chair, your vision blurry and you slowly losing consciousness. "Kid stay awake." You try to stay up but pass out. The last thing you see is a panicking Norman and a concurred Harry walking into the room.

#andrew garfield peter parker #spider man x reader #andrew garfield fanfiction #tasm fic #peter parker andrew garfield #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #the amazing spiderman 2 #positive mental attitude

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years

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Webhead Chronicles #17

Title: Webhead Chronicles # 17

Fandom: The amazing spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,158

Warnings: Fear of heights, cursing, pining idiots

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes: Poor Ev, thinking that her best friend just offed himself by jumping off a skyscraper. I love their relationship, especially how they take care of each other especially when they fuck up with each other. Their always buying food and meals for each other when they fuck up.

Gif Credit: @virgomoon

Ev huffs softly as she follows Peter up the staircase of one of the commercial skyscrapers near their favorite bodega. Peter had texted her early this morning to dress warmly as he had a surprise to show her. It had been a week since the night Peter showed up at her window bruised and beaten, she knew he had still been going out looking for Uncle Ben’s killer but he had also been stopping the guys who resembled the killer from harming anyone else. Ev would try to redirect him towards helping others instead of looking solely for Uncle Ben’s killer but it hadn’t stuck yet. She was hopeful that eventually it would stick which is why she kept trying to redirect him. Just then she noticed the large floor number sign attached to the wall as she climbed one more stair while holding onto the railing. 67.

“Peter?!” She called uneasily and he turned to look over his shoulder at her. “How high are we going?” she asked not truly wanting to know but she knew she had to ask.

“The roof.” he answered with a wicked grin and Ev scowled up at him. When he turned back around and continued up the stairs she began to mutter under her breath.

“The fucking roof, what are you insane?” she muttered sarcastically as she slowly continued up the stairs after him while making a mocking face. “Fucking spider abilities, making it look easy climbing up all these stairs.” she muttered bitterly as she came to the 68th floor according to the sign on the wall.

“I can hear you.” Peter singsonged over his shoulder at her and Ev scowled darkly at him.

“Super sonic hearing now, great, still won’t get you to listen to me when I’m right.” she snipped out and Peter barked out with giddy laughter at her words. “Eat dirt Parker. Some of us actually hate heights and walking up stairs.” she muttered under her breath again and with wide eyes she watched as Peter vaulted over the railing that he was at a floor above her. He fell through the air and confidently landed on his feet right in front of her on the landing for the 68th floor. “Seriously?” she asked angrily and Peter grinned at her.

“Oh shut up Grumpy.” he said teasingly before he swept her up bridal style in his arms and began walking up the stairs swiftly. Ev gasped at his actions and wrapped her arms around his neck to hang onto him while he carried her up the stairs. “We’re almost there and I’ve had to listen to your bitching for the last ten floors. Let’s just get up there so I can show you what I made.”

“Why does it have to be on the roof though? Why can’t you show me while we’re on the ground level? I mean honestly nothing good ever happens on a roof.” Ev began to ramble nervously and Peter smiled softly down at her.

“Is this why you’ve been bitching? Because you don’t want to be on the roof?” he asked seriously as he continued to climb the stairs. Ev looked up at him as she still clung to his neck and noticed that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat while carrying. He was wearing a gray track suit and navy blue shirt underneath and while carrying her up the stairs he wasn’t sweating or breathing heavily at all.

“I just don’t understand why you had to pick such a tall skyscraper to show me your invention.” Ev said softly and Peter chuckled softly at her as he cuddled her closer to his body.

“Because it has to do with heights Ev. I wouldn’t be doing this just to tease you. I know you’re terrified of heights.” he said softly as he looked down at her while he came to a stop on the stairs. Ev’s eyes connected with his and she easily got lost in the chestnut and amber flecked eyes on his. She sighed softly at him before nodding her head gesturing for him to continue up the stairs.

As Peter keeps climbing the stairs Ev is jostled back and forth against his chest, she places a hand gently against his chest and is shocked to feel how firm and toned his muscles are. A blush begins to creep up her face as she tries to stay as perfectly still in his arms as she possibly can.

Once Peter gets up to the roof he places Ev down on her feet before pushing the door open and guiding her out onto the roof. Ev looks around warily as Peter walks ahead of her with a bright happy grin on his face. He turns around and walks backwards as Ev reaches out concerned for him while he still grins.

“Alright, so we’re on the roof. Now what?” Ev asks sarcastically and Peter grins at her as he takes her hand and begins to lead her to the edge of the roof. Peter looks behind him before turning back to Ev with a wink and grin.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” He says to her and grips onto her hand a little tighter as she tries to pull away when she notices how close to the edge they’ve become.

Just as they get a foot away from the edge Peter let’s go of her hand and swiftly walks to the ledge. Ev stumbles after him before gripping onto his gray track suit jacket.

“That’s close enough Pete.” She insists as she pulls him back towards her. Peter looks over his shoulder and sees how serious she is about this and he slowly turns around to face her. His hands come up to grip hers as she lets go of his jacket. He stands there smiling softly down at her holding her hands gently with his.

“Do you trust me?” He asks softly and Ev looks up at him confused.

“Of course I do. Why are you asking me that?” She asks confused still and Peter smiles softly at her, he feels his heart clenches in his chest as he knows the next thing he’s about to do.

“Let me show why I brought us up here.” He says softly and Ev nods her head at him as he turns and walks quickly to the ledge. Once there he moves into a handstand on the ledge looking at Ev upside down as she gasps and takes one mindless step forward with her hands raised.

“Pete, c’mon get down from there.” She calls out sounding terrified, Peter feels slightly guilty for his next actions. He slowly lifts himself onto his fingers maintaining the handstand until he’s holding himself up on one finger. He winks at Ev who’s staring at him with wide cautious eyes before she’s gasping and rushing towards him with bravado as he falls backwards off the ledge. “PETER!” She screams as he tumbles head over heels through the air.

Peter manages to right himself and uses his brand new web shooters to cast a web and safely land on the cafe table on the sidewalk. He quickly walks away grinning at the success of his web shooter design before rushing towards the lobby of the building and towards the stairs. He knows Ev is probably panicking out of her mind right now so he runs up the stairs at full speed to get back to her and reassure her.

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“Oh my god.” Ev gasps out as she leans over the ledge watching Peter free fall through the air. She suddenly realizes that she’s staring down to the street from the top of the very tall skyscraper and almost vomited over the edge before she pushes back from the ledge. “Oh my god, I just watched him throw himself off a skyscraper.” She whispers softly as her hands fly up to her head on either side.

Ev begins to pace as she talks to herself trying to calm herself down. “No, no he said to trust him. He’s not dead, he’s got a plan. He has to have a plan.” She tries to reassure herself as she paces back and forth. “Oh my god, May is gonna kill me if he’s not okay.” Ev says suddenly as she stops in her tracks and whips her head back to the ledge. She takes a step towards the ledge but then shakes her head quickly as her stomach rolls with unease. “Breathe, breathe, he’s okay. There’s no screaming down below. Would I be able to hear the screams from way up here? Oh god, I have to look don’t I?” Ev tried to reason with herself.

Resigning herself to having to look over the ledge she begins to slow walk back to the ledge. She’s breathing heavily through her mouth as her hands shakily touch the ledge and she begins to lean over. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes begin to peer over the ledge and down the skyscraper.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around her waist lifting her up into the sky and away from the ledge. Ev screams loudly as she begins to wildly flail her arms and legs to her captor. She hears loud boisterous laughter in her ear as feels a now familiar sturdy lean chest against her back. Ev twists in her assailant's arms and finds herself staring up at Peter’s laughing face as he holds her flush to his front.

“You stupid son of a-“ she begins to berate him in a hiss as Peter laughs and holds her tightly so that she couldn’t hit him.

“Easy tiger, easy. I’m okay. You’re okay.” He tries to calm her down but Ev suddenly shoves him hard in the chest, managing to knock him to the ground. She stands over him trying to calm her heavy breathing as he stares up at her surprised.

“Don’t you ever do that shit to me again! You got that!?” She shouts at him angrily as she points an accusing finger at him. Peter’s staring up at her with his mouth hanging open and Ev shakes her head before heading to the stairway door not bothering to wait for Peter.

“Ev! Wait!” He calls to her as she enters the stairwell and begins climbing down the stairs while holding onto the handrail. Her whole body is still shaking with adrenaline and fear as she gets one flight down before Peter enters the stairwell behind her. “Ev! Wait, please?!” He calls to her but Ev doesn’t answer him and continues down the stairs. “I’m sorry! It was stupid of me to take you up there. I didn’t mean to scare you so badly.” Peter says to her as he quickly catches up with her.

He gently tugs her into his arms and Ev buries her face into his chest as she grips him tightly on the back of his shirt. Peter’s hands rub up and down her back as she breathes in deeply.

“I’m really sorry Ev.” He says softly.

“I swear Peter I almost had a panic attack because of your stupidity.” She groans out to him and he chuckles softly at her. His hand comes up and gently smoothes over her hair.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Peter says softly as he nods his head.

“I started thinking that I had to go tell May that you stupidly threw yourself off a skyscraper. She would kill me Pete!” Ev began to ramble and Peter chuckled again at her words. He wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her close as she still gripped the back of his shirt tightly.

“I wouldn’t let her kill you.” He promised softly to her and Ev scoffed at him.

“May can totally take you out. You’ve got literally no chance against her.” Ev said softly and Peter burst out into happy laughter.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.” He agreed as he began guiding her down the stairs with an arm slung around her shoulders and keeping her close to his side. “Let me buy you breakfast. We’ll go to that diner we like on 45th.” He suggested and Ev furrowed her brows at him for a moment.

“You can’t just make it up to me with food Parker. I will willingly accept this offer but you pull shit again and I swear I will make sure your feet never leave the ground. You understand me?!” She snapped at him heatedly and Peter could only grin down at her as he nodded his head. The fact that she had been trying to peer over the ledge of the skyscraper to make sure he was okay spoke volumes to Peter and he’d never do something like this to her again. The way that she was prepared to face her fear to make sure he was okay was testament to how much she cared for him.

#my writing #webhead chronicles #the amazing spiderman #tasm peter parker x ofc!#tasm peter parker #marvel

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blooming-violets · 2 years

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Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity.

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added): @ongreenergrasses @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn

“Mmmm…” She moaned as she rolled over on Peter’s bed. Her hair fanned out over her face and she brushed it away. “Did I doze off again?”

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She pulled herself up and curled her legs under her, gazing at him from across the room with big, glassy eyes.

Her roommates had been fighting a lot. Peter knew sharing a small freshman dorm with two other girls was not her idea of fun. He had offered to let her crash in his room any time she wanted. She was prone to taking naps on his bed in the evenings after her classes. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore the fact that she was sleeping in his bed. He had to resist the urge to curl up next to her and spoon her while she slept. He was lucky that he got, not only, a single dorm but one with a private bathroom attached. It was the kind of college luxury most students could only dream of.

“Sure did. You were snoring and everything.” Peter sat in his wooden desk chair in front of his laptop while he fiddled with touching up some digital pictures. She hadn’t actually been snoring but he liked how embarrassed she got when he said it.

He was a year above her. They were both a part of the photography club on campus. From the moment he met her, he had been enamored with her. Something about the quiet way she spoke, like she was forever nervous to raise her voice, made her incredibly endearing to him. Everything about her personality was soft and gentle. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective bubble and keep her safe with him forever.

She had no idea how he felt, of course. It had been a few years since he had even allowed himself to feel this way for someone. He forgot how to woo a girl. So far, he tried sticking to being nothing but a good friend. That was enough to fulfill him for now. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as she danced through his thoughts every night before bed. He’d desperately try to keep his late night imagination from spiraling into debauchery but sometimes he couldn’t control himself.

She had told him once that she had never dated anyone before. Her parents had been really strict and kept a close eye on her. They had gone to a party one night. It was her first college party. She insisted he come with her. She was nervous because it was her first time drinking. He vowed to be the sober one to keep a close eye on her. She was getting tipsy and found herself talking to group of her girlfriends. Peter assumed it would be safe for him to sneak off to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself. When he got back she wasn’t with the group anymore.

He had searched the whole house for her only to find her in one of the bedrooms with an upperclassman. The man had her pressed against the wall and was sticking his tongue down her throat. He was grabbing her breasts through her shirt. She was squirming and Peter couldn’t tell if it was because she was uncomfortable or from pleasure. Either way, he refused to let it go any further. He had practically thrown the guy across the room and pulled her out of there.

While they sat outside in the backyard, she had teared up. She drunkenly told him she just wanted someone to love her. She confessed she had never had been with anyone before. She just wanted to feel desired. Peter remembered telling her that this was not the way to get that. She’d of regretted it in the morning. She tried to kiss him then but he gently refused. She was too intoxicated. The next day, he didn’t think she even remembered any of it. She never drank again after that.

It was enough to fuel his secret fantasies though. At night, he liked to imagine her naked and splayed out on his bed. He longed to be the one to take her virginity. He wanted to be the first person to get the privilege to delve deeper into her most private places. He fantasied about the noises she would make as he played with her body. Her usually soft spoken voice unraveling into shrieks of pleasure. He would be the one to show her how good her body could really feel.

He watched as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Her loose shirt pulled up and exposed her midsection. He could see the black elastic of her underwear peeking out over the waist band of her shorts. He licked his suddenly dry lips and forced himself to drag his eyes away from her skin. Peter turned his attention back to the computer as a distraction. God, he was too horny. Even the slightest bit of skin could set him off lately. She had cast her spell over him. Every little movement she made felt like she was purposefully calling out to him like a siren of the sea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he subtly watched as she adjusted her bra. It must have shifted slightly during her nap. He chewed on his top lip while envisioning what it would be like to hold her bare breasts in his hands. He longed to throw her down onto the bed and tear her clothes straight from her body.

“Do you think I can take a shower here before I leave for the night?” She asked, cutting through his spiraling crude thoughts. “The showers in my dorm are so gross. Yesterday when I went to take one, someone had puked all over the drain. It was disgusting. Plus the curtains they have are about an inch too short on either side. It’s like they were designed by a huge pervert.”

The idea of her naked, wet and soapy, in his shower caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He carefully maneuvered himself to hide his arousal from her. He kept his eyes carefully trained on his screen. Did he think she could take a shower here? Ha. That was only the greatest idea he’d ever heard.

“Yeah, sure. That’s not a problem.” He tried his best to keep any excitement out of his voice. “Go right ahead.”

“Thanks, Petey. You’re the best!” She hopped off his bed, her shirt clinging around her chest and exposing her stomach for a beautiful moment before she tugged it back into place. She flashed him a charming smile and shut herself in the bathroom.

If anyone else had dared call him “Petey” he would have launched them out a window. When it was her though, she could get away with calling him anything as long as it came out of those pretty lips of hers.

The sound of the shower flooded his ears. His heart beat sped up at the thought of her stripping off her clothes mere feet away from him. He tried to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. This was not how a good friend behaved. He was raised better than this. Apparently no one informed his cock though. It pressed uncomfortably in his pants. He was itching to touch himself.

She was a girl and girls usually took a long time in the shower. If he was quick enough, he might be able to take care of the pressing problem at hand before she got out. Peter glanced towards the bathroom door and nearly had a heart attack. He had forgot to warn her that door was fidgety. If you didn’t close it in just the right way, it would fall open again. It was usually never an issue because he lived alone. A three inch gap was now beckoning his eyes inside. His siren was calling for him. From his spot on the chair he couldn’t quite see her. But if he leaned back just a little...

The chair almost fell over in his eagerness to catch a glimpse of her. He caught himself on his desk and pulled it back into position. What was he doing? This was so wrong. A sense of shame washed over him. This was not the kind of person he wanted to be. He should be a proper gentlemen and go close the door. He wasn’t going to be driven by his own horniness and greed. He was supposed to be respectful of her privacy.

And, yet, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

He grabbed a Chemistry book and brought it to his bed. He settled down and pretended to give it a read. From here, he had the perfect vantage spot. He held the book up to his face and peeked out over the top. His eyes hungrily searched through the gap for her. He had never bought a new shower curtain when he moved in. It was just the clear liner to keep the water from spilling out onto the floor. That meant he had a straight view right to her. The universe was aligning. This was their fate. This was supposed to happen. Peter was sure of it.

His heart was pounding out of his chest. His beautiful, wet angel stood before him. Her body was even more perfect than the one in his dreams. She had her back facing the shower stream. Her hair was full of suds from his shampoo as she massaged her scalp. He watched as the bubbles cascaded down her slippery body. Before he knew it, his cock was out of his pants and in his hand.

Her ass cheeks were plump with cute, little dimples. He envisioned himself grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh, his fingernails digging into her skin, while he pumped his cock through his fist. She had a slight belly with the cutest bellybutton Peter had ever seen. He wanted to bathe it with his tongue. Her breasts sat high on her chest. From the side view he got, he could see her perfectly taught nipples poking out. Fuck, she looked so inviting.

He took a shuttered breath and licked his dry lips. The water glistened off her. He watched in a trance as it slid over her silky skin. A water droplet clung from the end of her nipple and dangled in the air before falling. He longed to catch it in his mouth and drink from her body. The steam clung around her like her own personal cloud. She really was an angel.

His eyes follow the stream of water falling from her face down to her chest and between her breasts. It slid over her soft belly and spilled out to slide into the tight junction between her legs. Her beautiful, virgin pussy. Peter’s stomach flipped with excitement as he imagined pulling her legs apart to get a look at the place no one else had been granted permission to see.

He could feel his climax growing. It was very apparent to him now that Peter could not just be friends with her. He needed more. She had tried to kiss him that one time. Maybe she wanted this too. He would need to make his move tonight. There was no more waiting. Taking her virginity was no longer a decision Peter could deny. It was purely a need. An unconscious need like food or breathing. He was starving for her. She had no idea what was in store for her when she got out. He would ravish her until she could no longer walk. He would spend all night feasting on her flesh. He would make her his.

Peter let his hand fall from his throbbing, aching member. He couldn’t waste his load on anything other than her. She would be the one to receive him. He shuddered at the thought of being allowed to fill up her cunt with his seed. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel dripping with this cum. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have her. Peter Parker was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking this angel’s virginity.

The Chemistry book he had planned to use as a cover to steal glimpses of her slipped from his chest and onto the floor. His body couldn’t handle little glimpses. He had needed so much more. The book hit the ground with a heavy thud. The noise caused her to look up.

She made eye contact with him through the crack in the door. Her eyes darted down to his exposed erection laying proudly against his stomach.

Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly covered himself with his pillow. He jumped up and slammed the door shut. His heart was racing and he squeezed his eyes closed. The sudden humiliation of getting caught pulled him out of whatever obsessive trance he had fallen in to. He was such a creep. What was he doing? He had never been this horny in his life. She was never going to trust him again.

He took a shaky breath and tried to compose himself. How could he salvage this so he could still get what he wanted? He needed her and only her. No one else was ever allowed to have her. She belonged to Peter. The images of her wet naked body fluttered back into his vision. They pushed out the shame and horror he was feeling for his own perverted thoughts. All he could see was her. A sense of calm settled around him. He stood up straighter. There was no doubt. If she allowed him, he was still going to go through with it. He just had to be smooth about it. He had to be strong. This was no place for shame.

He knocked on the bathroom door and called out her name, “Hey, we need to talk when you’re done in there.” The head of his stiff prick rubbed against the smooth surface of the door. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been this hard. It was all her. His angel. He tried to tuck it back into his pants the best he could while he spoke. “I know what you saw. My robe is on the back of the door. Just put that on and we can talk about this.”

He purposely didn’t want her to get dressed again. The less clothes she had on, the better. He heard the shower shut off. Her wet feet padded against the tiles. He could hear her grab the robe off the door and a smile crept onto his face. She was probably so nervous she wasn’t thinking very clearly. She had all her clothes in there with her but she listened to him instead. That was a good sign. “I’m gonna move back to the bed. So, you can come out whenever you’re ready.”

Peter sat on the edge of his bed and kept his eyes trained on the door. Butterflies erupted in his stomach the second he saw it creak open. She peeked her head out first then slowly shuffled out into the room.

The white robe was tied tightly around her wet, glistening skin. Her hair was combed back over her head. The ends made little dripping noises as wet droplets fell from the tips and onto the floor. He could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off her cheeks and she kept her eyes cast to the floor. He could hear her nervous heart beating out of her chest.

Peter smiled sweetly at her, “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”

A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Stop,” she whispered.

He shook his head. He’d never stop complimenting her. She was the type of woman who deserved to be worshiped. “I should have told you about the door. I’m sorry. That was really creepy of me. You just looked so...” He swallowed his words. “You’re a vision. A perfect angel. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop myself when I saw you there. I need to kiss you. Please. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” He sounded so desperate but he remembered how badly she said she wanted to feel desired. Well, this was him, shamelessly lusting after her.

Her bashfulness deepened. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to be kissed. He could tell. He wouldn’t dare keep her waiting.

Peter stood up and moved directly in front of her. His hands reached out to graze over her wrists. His fingers entwined with hers. He pulled her against his body, pressing his hips into her so she could feel how hard she had made him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Let me finally show you how good a man can make a woman feel,” he whispered into her skin.

She shuddered under him. A little whine escaped her lips. Her breathe was already becoming ragged in anticipation. She was acting almost as needy as he was.

“Peter,” her voice was so quiet even he could hardly head it. “I haven’t ever...no one has...”

She was too embarrassed to tell him she had never had sex before. She must not have remembered their conversation that drunken night but knew what path they were headed down. He smiled down at her and nuzzled his forehead against hers.

“Shh, it’s alright. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? My job is to make you feel good. If, at any point, I’m not doing that then you need to let me know.” He rubbed her arms soothingly as he carefully studied her face.

She slowly nodded. Her eyes were glued to the tent in his pants pushing against her. He watched as she chewed her bottom lip nervously.

He pressed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to him. He lightly kissed her full, pouty lips. She hesitated only a moment before melting into him.

Peter started slowly, not wanting to startle her or move too fast. This was all for her. He would take his time and savor every moment. He gave her bottom lip a quick peck and then the corners of her full mouth, he moved to her jaw and cheeks. Even the tip of her nose. He could feel her tensing as he traveled around her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. The moment he returned to her luscious lips, she relaxed again. A quiet moan pressed out of his mouth as his tongue pushed its way past her lips. He drew his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands reached for his hair and tangled his locks in her fingers. The more passionately he kissed her, the more she would tear at his hair. He adored the way it felt. The harder she pulled, the faster the fire grew in his stomach.

Peter eventually pried his mouth away from hers. She whined in response. He chuckled under his breath as his lips traced up her jaw and found her cute, little ear lobes. He flicked his tongue over it then sucked it into his mouth, giving the lobe a gentle nibble.

Her jaw fell open in pleasure, “Mmm.” She was practically purring in his arms. He had clearly found one of her erogenous zones. His lips curled into a smile at his find as he bathed her ear with attention. Her wet hair and the smell of his shampoo lingering on her hair filled his nose. The thought of her covered in his own scent was intoxicating like she was marked as his.

Peter began moving his lips and tongue down her collar bone and into the hollow of her graceful neck.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He mumbled into her skin.

She replied with a far away groan. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile danced on her lips. He took that as a yes. He continued his decent. His tongue trailed down her neck and he slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders, leaving kisses on her newly exposed skin.

When she felt the robe start to slide off her, she quickly caught it in her hands and held it up. Her eyes shot open. The dazed look on her face was replaced with one of anxiety.

Peter pulled away at her sudden change in behavior, “Are you okay?” As much as he wanted to attack her body, it wouldn’t be worth it for him unless she was completely enjoying his advances. She needed to be fully on board. They were in this together.

She shook her head no. Her eyes were big and round. They filled with worry. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

He had to refrain from laughing. He already knew he liked what he saw. She was built just for him and nobody else. “That’s impossible. You could have full on lizard scales under that robe and I would still adore every inch of them.”

She gave him a shy, breathy laugh, “Are you sure?”

Peter tried to soothe her nerves, “Did you enjoy me kissing you?”

She nodded and sighed happily.

“Good. Then what comes next is only going to be a better version of that.” He gave his lips a quick lick and smiled warmly at her.

He could tell she was thinking it over. No one had ever made her feel as good as Peter had in those sheer few minutes of heaven. She wanted to see what else he could do. He could feel it. Her hand reached out and their fingers brushed together. It was her way of letting him know it was okay to continue.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. He could sense her arousal at his praise. He would lock that information in his the depths of his brain for later.

Peter placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed the robe off. His eyes hungrily watched at her bare shoulder’s were exposed, then her chest, his heart skipped a beat when her perfect tits capped with her hard nipples were releveled, then her abdomen followed by her soft stomach. Finally her hips and her pussy gave way for his eyes to feast on. The robe puddled to the ground around her legs and settled at her feet. His throat was dry as he stared longingly at the glistening, still wet pubic hair around her mound. He would burry his face in there soon enough.

Peter reached for her hand, lifting her arm above her head, and gave her a slow twirl so he could take in every inch of her from all angles.

“See? No lizard scales,” he was able let out a small joke to break the tension.

Her body relaxed and she giggled. Her cheeks were burning but she seemed okay with his admirations.

“Don’t let me be the only one naked,” she murmured. Her quiet voice was always so tantalizing. It made him want to lean in closer just to catch every word. This beautiful vixen was so unassuming and floated under everyone’s radar. Yet here she was, standing before him, with nothing pure grace and elegance. He was the luckiest man alive. He would bring her body to the brink of destruction tonight. A world of endless possibilities was laid out before him. Her innocence would play well with the dark, immoral places his mind was dragging him to.

Peter tossed his shirt off with one fluid motion. His heart fluttered as he watched her eyes widen while she took in the muscles rippling over his chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off. She had yet to figure out his secret identity. His cut and muscular physique was a surprise to her. He hid it well under his clothes.

His own pompous cockiness flooded his senses. He would show her exactly how strong he was tonight. Peter reached for her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His lips attacked hers as he kissed her deeply. Her supple breasts pressed against his bare chest and his fingers trailed down her spine until they stopped over her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. He gave her plump cheeks a squeeze. He was amazed at how silky and smooth they felt. His hands got to work softly kneading and massaging her ass. Her skin felt flush and warm in his greedy hands. She moaned in pleasure.

Peter braced his arm under her bottom and hoisted her effortlessly into the air. A gasp fell from her lips and her eyes widened. She probably hadn’t been lifted like this since she was child. She instinctively wrapped her bare legs around his torso. He could feel the heat of her core boring into his skin. Her breasts were perfectly level with his mouth. No time was wasted in devouring her nipples while he carried her to the bed. Her body squirmed above him and he could see her head lull back with a low moan. She was truly a goddess. Did she have any idea how seductive her movements were?

He threw her backwards onto the bed. The mattress shuddered under her as she fell and the cheap, college bed boards groaned. He’d be lucky if they didn’t completely break the bed in half tonight. She laid there watching him with her lips parted and her chest rising. He made a show of unbuttoning his pants. His cock was begging to be released from the confines of the fabric. He pushed his pants and boxers off, kicking them to side, and stood proudly before her. He let her take a moment to soak it all in.

Her eyes feasted over his body and down to his bulging member. It was leaning heavily against his leg. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wondered if this was the first penis she had ever seen in person before. Don’t worry, he thought to himself, she’ll get plenty of time to be introduced to it later.

Peter climbed on top of her. She parted her legs as if she was ready to take him right then. He couldn’t help but give her a little smile. She was so eager.

“Not yet,” he cooed. "Don’t be in such a rush. I have lots to do before I get to that.”

He settled over her and his lips found her breasts again. Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched to push them deeper into his mouth. He softly kissed and licked at the tender, sensitive skin of her tits. Her nipples felt like they were sizzling with pleasure as he nibbled on the firm flesh. He made sure to alternate between the two twins. Each one needed to receive as much enjoyment as the other.

“Oh, Peter!” She choked out when he used his teeth to lightly bite down against the hard nub.

He had no idea what sort of kinks she might have. She probably had no idea herself. He’d work through her slowly and carefully to find exactly what she enjoyed. It seemed she responded well with light biting. He wanted to try and push it a little further. His teeth bore down on her nipple and pulled her breast away from her body.

“Oh!” Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Her hips bucked up to grind against him as she let out a low moan.

He watched her breast rise away from her body before releasing. The flesh jiggled as it settle back into place. He attacked it again. This time using gentle flicks of his tongue to stimulate her and help soothe the soreness forming around her nipple. She was loving it. Her hands entangled around the back of his head and held him tightly to her chest.

He snaked a hand up her stomach to give love to her other tit while he nursed the one clasped in his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple between them while he gave light, rapid strokes over the top.

Her skin tasted like heaven. Just like an angel’s should.

Her body was writhing under him. Her skin felt like it was burning against his. She was so hot he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam rising off of her.

Peter stopped working on the breast in his mouth and switched over to the other. While he expertly used his tongue to pleasure her chest, his hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. He let his hand softly caress over her stomach, his fingers slowly circling her navel. He made wider and wider circles down the length of her until he he came to the warm, wet juncture between her legs.

At this point, she was practically vibrating under Peter’s knowing fingers. He seemed to know just where to touch or kiss her. It was like he already knew every inch of her body. She was trusting him more and more with each passing minute. He could tell she wanted desperately to open herself up to him. He urged her legs apart and she obliged. She spread them wider for his hand to easily tuck between her thighs. Her fear was being replaced with lust. Peter only wanted to make her feel good.

There was no doubt in his mind that her body was made for him. From the way her skin tasted of his soap, to the way her thick ass cheeks filled his hands, to the way she held his head to her ripe tits, down to the way she opened her legs just enough for his hand to be a perfect fit. She was his. He traced her wet slit with his fingertips causing her to tremble. As he slowly started sliding his fingers up and down, coating him in her wetness, he leaned his head back up to kiss her.

Peter’s finger carefully parted her virgin pussy while his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She was panting harder into him the deeper he sunk his finger. He had never felt anything so tight before. It was like her cunt was trying to squeeze his finger from his hand. He wondered if she had ever even had her own fingers in here. He almost doubted if he’d even be able to get his dick past her walls. He’d have to remember to move very delicately.

Her body was on fire. She broke the kiss to call out in pleasure which gave Peter time to go back to nursing her tits.

“Oh god, Pete,” she whimpered while his long, skinny finger probed into her until she had completely swallowed it whole.

She was so wet he wasn’t worried about it hurting with just one finger. He’d have to work carefully before adding a second though. She would need a lot of warming up if he wanted to properly fuck her. His thumb found her clit and he traced delicate little circles over it.

“Oh yes, Pete. That feels so good...” She hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes had closed in bliss.

A smug smiled pulled at his lips from her words. She was panting and squirming while his finger worked around inside her impossibly tight cunt. He was almost giddy with excitement for when he would finally get to slide his cock into her. Gradually he started to push a second finger in. His eyes stayed on her face to watch how she’d react to more stretching. A quick flash of pain hit her features but he didn’t pull out, only held his fingers steady for a moment.

“You good?” He asked.

She took a second but nodded, “Keep going.”

He returned to massaging her clit with his thumb. He waited until he watched her body relax again before continuing to push in the second finger. Eventually, she had swallowed them both.

Peter felt a bit of pride on her behalf. She was doing so good. His tight, sexy angel stretching to accommodate him. He felt her body respond the moment he located her G-spot. Her back arched and her breath increased. He kept a steady pace as he slowly pumped his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards to brush over that special spot each time. He wanted her to cum for him. He could tell she was getting closer.

He wished he had a camera set up so he could keep this moment with him forever. Her first time orgasming from him. If he had his way, there would be many more times, but this time was special. It would be what he would use as late night material for many nights to come. His eyes were plastered to her face. He didn’t want to miss a single moment.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open. They had a bleary, dazed look in them. Pure pleasure filled her face and a dopey smile crossed her lips. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest. She was so close now.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He smiled down at her. All at once he slid his two fingers slowly against the rough patch of skin buried deep in her pussy while he pressed his thumb to her hard clit.

A quiet yelp burst out of her, she was still trying to keep her voice reserved, and an orgasm thundered through her. Her already tight pussy clenched down on his fingers and he felt warm wetness flow out of her spasming hole. Her legs trembled and her knees rose up while her hand reached over her head to grip onto his headboard. Waves of pleasure continued to flow back and forth like the tide inside of her. Her hips bucked against his hand while she worked to fuck his his fingers deeper into her. He didn’t even have to move, she was doing it all herself now.

“Oooohh...” she moaned as she slowly came down back to reality.

He was so pleased with her. She pulled his neck down so his body would be pressed against hers. Her face nuzzled into his cheek. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from her clutching hole. She moaned and shuddered when he did then melted into him.

“Such a good girl,” he mused at her. “My beautiful angel.” He lovingly stroked his hands up and down her smooth arms.

She shuddered one last time and leaned back into the pillow to gaze up at him. Peter had a twinkle in his eye as he admired her back. Perfection.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She tugged his back of his head down to her lips and kissed him deeply. The action took Peter by surprise. She was so forceful in the way she pressed him to her face. She had known exactly what she wanted. It made his heart flutter with excitement. She was getting so confident. His special girl.

She broke the kiss and whispered again, “Thank you.”

Peter wasn’t sure why she was thanking him but he would give her a million more orgasms if it meant receiving her praise. She now owned his soul. He would do anything to please her. Only she had other ideas.

A fiery look flamed behind her eyes. Peter’s brow furrowed trying to figure out what she was thinking. He didn’t have to wait long to get the answer. Her hand pressed against his shoulder and she flipped him onto his back, taking his place above him instead. His eyes widened. It was like her orgasm had released a wild animal inside of her. He could only imagine what kind of person she would be with a few months of practice under her belt. Oh, he had so many future plans for her.

She settled between his legs and gawked down at his cock. He could see her confidence falter a bit at the sight. His hand reached up to brush her wet hair back from her face and he smiled.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. Obviously he would adore her swollen lips wrapped around his member. The thought alone was enough to make his hips tremble but he didn’t want to push her too far.

She shook her head, her voice back to it’s soft, timid tones, “I want to.”

Tenderly, her hand gripped around the base of his cock. Her eyes peered back at him from behind her lashes and he gave her an encouraging nod. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his throbbing head, tasting his salty pre-cum on her lips and tongue.

It was singlehandedly the hottest and most adorable act he had ever witnessed. She licked her lips in preparation and carefully placed her mouth around the head of his cock. She ran her wet tongue all the way around the tip and sucked it into her mouth.

Peter’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Fuck yes.” He was officially in love with her. All it took was a little attention from her mouth for him to fall head over heels. He’d do anything she’d ever ask of him for the rest of time. Anything she wanted was hers.

She slowly started moving her hand along with her bobbing mouth. She seemed to be able to only able to get the first few inches into her mouth before it bumped against the back of her throat. He could tell she almost gagged a few times when he hit too deep.

Peter strummed his fingers through her hair, “Take your time. There’s no rush, baby. Don’t worry about getting it all in there.” He placed a hand over hers and helped show her how to move it over the base of his cock. “Like this. Then you can just focus on sucking on the head. Use your tongue a lot. You’re doing great.”

In truth, she wasn’t the best at sucking a dick, but he knew she would learn with time. It was hard to complain when her mouth felt so warm and inviting. One day, he’d get her to deep throat the whole thing. For now, he’d be happy just letting her play around with him. It was their first meeting. She had to get used to the way he felt in her hand and mouth. Even if her technique was nearly non-existent, Peter loved the sight of his prick sliding past her lips. As her inexperienced head rocked up and down in his lap, he felt his balls begin to draw up and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was already so tender and ready from his interrupted masturbation session earlier.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he prepared her. “Do you-” He had to swallow and close his eyes in an attempt to hold back his body before he could ask her. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘Cause, if not, you might want to move.”

Her eyes widened a little at his question but she kept her mouth over him. She worked him deeper into her throat. That was all it took for his first shot of hot cum to erupt into her mouth. She jumped at the sensation and started swallowing. She might not of have the best blow job skills but she sure knew how to swallow like a pro. Load after thick load shot into her mouth and with pride she swallowed every last drop. Her eyes were locked to his face, waiting and watching for his approval.

Peter shuddered in bliss and gazed with half closed lids down at the beautiful, naked angel with the head of his dick still resting between her lips. He loved her.

She let his softening cock slip from her mouth and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand, “Did I do good?”

She wanted his praise. He wouldn’t ever deny her that. He wanted her to crave his compliments.

“Best little cock sucker in the world, angel.” He grinned down at her and pulled her back over him. He adored the way her breasts felt pressed against his bare chest. He loved the way he could feel the heat coming from between her legs.

A huge smile broke out over her face at his admiration of her. Her cheeks burned with pride. She was beautiful. He kissed her mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. He was such an ass man. Her legs fell to either side of his hips so his cock nestled under her pussy lips. He was already hard again. One of the many perks of his spider bite was his ability to rejuvenate with ease. She also had that effect on him.

Peter took his time to simply kiss her while they both relaxed from their orgasms. He wanted to space hers out enough that she didn’t become overstimulated and call it quits too early. He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip while massaging her ass. Eventually he released her cheeks from his grasp and instead cupped her face in his hands. His brown eyes studied her delicate features with adoration. He tucked her drying hair behind her ears.

“Beautiful,” he breathed while staring at her.

He knew the moment he said it, the timid look would appear back on her expression. He wasn’t wrong.

“Peter?” She whispered.

“Hmm?” His eyes closed while he grazed his lips over her burning cheeks.

“I’ve wanted this for a really long time,” she confessed to him. “Since the first day I saw you. I’ve dreamed about this moment.”

His eyes opened to stare into hers. There was no hint of deceit hiding behind them. She meant every word. He smiled at her.

“I guess that makes two of us then,” he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

She deepened it. Her tongue slid past his lips and danced around his. His hands returned to her ass while hers tangled in his hair. The longer she kissed him, the more her hips began to grind against his dick. He helped glide her along the length of him by gripping tightly onto her cheeks and pushing or pulling her. She was already sopping wet down there and she slid over him with ease. She broke their kiss for her back to arch as she pointed her hips down to maximize the amount of stimulation her clit was receiving. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat. Peter could do nothing but stare up at her in awe. He couldn’t even fully appreciate the feeling of her cunt rubbing against him. He was too worked up at just staring at her face. A virginal seduction goddess was hovering above him. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head was hanging back while she worked her hips to create her own satisfaction. He wasn’t even helping anymore. She was doing it all on her own. He could only watch while she used him for her pleasure. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. She was completely lost in her own feelings, rubbing her clit faster against his dick. Her hands were braced against his chest. The rolling of her hips sped up. Her panting got heavier. Peter stared in wonderment as her second orgasm of the night hit her.

Her entire body shook and convulsed over him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth hung wide open in a silent scream. Her hips gyrating and trembling until she collapsed on top of him. Her whole body crumbled over his chest. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her tightly there. His hands stroked over her hair and down the back of her head to soothe her.

“Wow,” was all he was able to breathe out.

He heard her laugh quietly and it only made his love for her grow. She kept her head buried in the crook of his neck. She was breathing heavily.

“You keep that up and you’ll be too tired for me fuck you,” he joked.

Her head peeked up at him and she kissed under his jaw, “No way. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready. I want this.”

She truly was his gift sent from the heavens.

“I haven’t ever felt like this before,” she lamented. “I never even really touched myself. I mean, I definitely I have a little, but not like this. Nothing ever came of it. It’d just make me more frustrated that I couldn’t find a release to all that tension. I thought I was broken. I feel like I’m being woken up to a new revelation.”

Peter traced the tips of his fingers up and down her spine, “You’re not broken. I don’t think you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are. The way you lose yourself in your orgasm, the way your body moves, it’s something else. If this college thing doesn’t work out for you, you should try porn.”

Her light laughter filled the room. It was heavenly.

“I’m serious,” he said. “I’ll film it for you. I’ll be the best director you’ve ever seen.”

The thought of cameras popped into his head. He wished he could have a picture of her to remember this night by. Something to look back on. He was unsure how revolted by the idea she might be. He was afraid to ruin their perfect mood.

“I’m not sexy,” she whispered.

It was Peter’s turn to laugh now. He carefully rolled her off his chest and onto her back.

“Wait right there,” he said as he climbed out of the bed.

He grabbed his polaroid camera out of his closet. He held it up to show her and stepped onto the bed. Peter stood over her and pointed the camera down at her.

“Just stay still, exactly as you are, and I’ll show you what I see,” he ordered.

She made no protests to being photographed. The act of the polaroid was probably less of a scary thought. It wasn’t something that could be shared on the internet. It was more intimate which was exactly why Peter loved them. He snapped the pic. The flash went off to illuminate her body lazily draped over his bed sheets. Her arm was resting above her head causing her breasts to be lifted. Her back was slightly arched and twisted so you could get a great glimpse at the roundness of her bottom. Her bedroom eyes were piercing up at the camera. She was posing like a nude model without even releasing it. He grabbed the picture when it emerged from the camera and placed it on his bedside table to develop. If she was willing to let him take photographs of her now, he could only imagine what the future would hold. He predicted the back of his closet door would be covered in her nude photos in no time.

Peter took advantage of the fact that she was now under him. He could spend all night just staring at her beautiful naked body but he still needed to sneak a taste of her before he claimed her virginity. He trailed wet kisses down her neck only for her to respond with soft moans. If he didn’t eat her out soon, he thought he might die of starvation. He felt her small intake of breath as he reached her perfect breasts. He kissed all around the firm flesh before dragging his tongue across the sensitive nipple.

“Yes,” she hissed and pushed her chest forward.

He didn’t stay there for long though. He had other appointments to make. She closed her eyes as he worked her way down her body. Peter slid down the bed until he was practically kneeling on the floor with his upper body draped across the foot of the bed. The college mattress they were given always felt so small compared to his one at home.

She knew where he was going, knew what he was planning. Her legs fell open for him. For the first time, he got a proper peek at her hidden treasure. He took a beat to simply admire the beauty before him. He longed for his polaroid again but knew that would be taking it one step too far for her.

While he took in the sights, he was pleased in knowing that she was finally his. This beautiful pussy was going to belong to Peter Parker tonight. He greeted it by sticking out his tongue and licking the length of her slit. Her body jumped at the touch.

“Peter!” She cried. “Oh...please...”

With a finger from each hand, Peter opened up the pretty, little flower of her heated pussy. A trickle of her juices trailed out of the tight hole and her hard clit stood out from beneath its hood. She was most certainly still a virgin. He licked his lips, his mouth was watering at the sight. Peter lightly licked the flesh between her swollen lips and gave a small kiss at the entrance to her hole just like she had for him. He felt her hips start to roll against his face, begging for more attention. His tongue slipped inside of her.

“Yes, Peter,” she panted.

His eyes flicked up to catch her playing with her breasts. She was pinching her nipples hard between her fingers and tugging her breasts away from her chest. She liked them to be played with more roughly he could tell. He’d keep that in mind for another night. His tongue probed into her as deeply as he could reach. She tasted absolutely divine. The only time he pulled out was to bathe her clit with mouth then he’d dive back in again. Her panting was getting louder and her hips were starting to lift off the mattress as she humped his face. He could tell she was nearing her third orgasm. He debated it he should allow her to ride it out but decided against it. He wanted her needy for him. The hungrier her pussy was, the easier it would be to swallow his cock.

Regrettably, Peter pulled his head away from her. There would be times in the future when he would spend the entire day doing nothing but eating her out. Today was not that day though. Her slick juices coated his chin and he licked them off of his lips. She wailed in displeasure as he left her cresting on the verge of euphoria. Her hips bucks against the empty air and she pouted down at him.

“No!” She cried at him. “Why did you stop?”

He gave a breathy laugh and climbed up her body, pecking her lips, “Because I think it’s about time I made love to you, don’t you think?”

She seemed to accept that idea. A tiny smile hinting on her lips. She gave him a little nod and a slow, sweet kiss. He could tell she was starting to get nervous.

Peter gently pulled away from her and grabbed a condom out of his bedside stand. His eyes caught sight of the now developed polaroid sitting there. He smiled as he picked it up and handed it to her.

“Look at you,” he mused. “An angel.”

She took the picture in her hand and studied it over. It was a good distraction for her while he placed the condom onto himself. It was one of the rubbers that was already pre-lubed. It was nothing ribbed or special, just a simple, basic condom. He figured that would be easiest for her.

“Are you sure that’s me?” She asked.

He plucked the picture from her hands, glancing between the two, and nodding, “Yep. I’d say they’re a perfect match.” He put it back on the bedside table. He looked deep into her eyes and asked seriously, “Do you trust me?”

She nodded silently, her apprehensive eyes searching his.

“Then I trust you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much. We can go as slow as you need but you have to tell me.” He bent down and pecked her lips. “Now spread your legs for me, baby.”

She did as she was told, her legs spreading wide to accommodate him between them. She suddenly looked so vulnerable. His confidence flew out the window when he gazed down at her. He wanted nothing more than to protect her. It made him nervous just looking at her. She was too beautiful for him. What was he doing?

“Peter?” She questioned him when he had hovered there frozen for a beat too long.

He snapped out of his daze, “I...I want you to say it.” He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to make sure this was all okay. He was scared he was taking advantage of her.

She brought her lips up to his ear and whispered with hot breath into him, “I want you to fuck me, Peter.”

His confidence came rushing back. This was exactly what he was meant to be doing. She was made for him and he was made for her. He needed to savor this moment. He would be the first person to fuck her. It was all him.

He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet cunt. He leaned down to kiss her when he started pushing the tip inside. She cooed at the feeling of him parting her lips. He knew the pleasant feeling wouldn’t last long when he reached her hymen. At least he could rest in knowing that her body was still in heat from the assault of his tongue. If she was ever going to be ready, now was the time.

“I want you all the way inside me, Pete.” She breathed. “Please. Please. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

He wouldn’t argue with that. Peter kept his slow, diligent penetration. Inch by inch he would burry himself into his beautiful angel. He felt her tensing when he hit a certain point. He stopped to check on her.

She shook her head, “Keep going. Don’t stop. It hurts more when you stop.”

He continued even when she let out a loud yelp and hissed under her breath. Her body was tensing and he could tell she was extremely uncomfortable. Peter slipped his hand between their thighs and found her clit. It was a little awkward of a position for him to reach but he did his best to keep a finger flicking over it in an effort to soothe her. His mouth also found her nipple and sucked it against his wet tongue. Anything to try and help bring her more pleasure than pain as he continued to stretch her open. She was just so tight. He had heard the term “like a glove” before but she was tighter than that. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, squeezing him harder than anything ever had before. She seemed to be drawing him deeper into her depths. His whole life had lead up to this exact moment. He was cherishing every second.

As Peter carefully filled her up, her moans started to switch from unease to pleasure. His added ministrations must be providing some much needed relief for her. She started to raise her hips to meet him more and more. He felt wanted. By the time his balls were resting against her ass cheeks, she gave him a little smile. He waited there. Letting his cock stretch her out and better accommodate him. He released her nipple and turned back to her mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked between kisses.

She nodded, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

His tongue swirled around hers. She was okay. She wasn’t in pain and she was no long virgin. That belonged to Peter now. He wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t keep waiting inside of her without doing anything. Slowly, he pulled back just a few inches and pushed into her again. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.

“Oh, yes.” She moaned. “Again.”

Peter began his slow and rhythmic thrusts, gently but deliberately fucking her now. Her breath became rapid and her beautiful tits were moving along with each thrust into her. His cock felt wonderful filling her, stretching her tight walls, and scraping over her sensitive flesh as his dick rubbed against her G-spot with every inch. There was nothing in the world that could possibly feel better than this. They both wanted each other. Needed each other. He was in heaven.

Her hot cunt was a velvet fist gripping his cock as he drew it in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her deep moans. They were getting less reserved with each passing minute. Every new thrust, Peter would pull out further and push in deeper. Soon he was able to slide through her without any restrictions. He could tell she was falling deeper in love with the act of sex too. Her hips would roll up to meet him. They both fell into a perfect rhythm together.

“Peter, oh, Peter,” she kept moaning his name with her eyes closed. He could listen to that sound forever. His name never sounded so good.

Peter increased his tempo, plunging in and out, harder and faster, his own needs taking over. He felt her hands slide up his arms and wrap around his neck, his body pressed flat against hers as he fucked her into the mattress.

“You feel so good, baby. Such a good girl. My sweet angel. Look at how well your pussy is taking me. It feels so good. So tight,” he grunted out the words, not even fully knowing what he was saying. He just wanted to praise her and remind her how lovely she was.

He felt like a steam engine, slowly starting then picking up the pace as he plowed along. Her rock hard nipples scraped against his abs. He attacked her neck with wet, heavy kisses to leave little bruises over her perfect skin.

She couldn’t speak as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. She could only moan. Her voice was getting louder. Surely, everyone on the floor could hear her now but that only made Peter want to fuck her harder. Let everyone know. She was his. He was the reason she was screaming like that. All his.

The sounds she was making was a good hint that she was about to cum soon. Peter could last a long time if he tried but he wanted to climax along with her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings electrifying his body. He could feel it building. He pumped harder. His hips were working over time to drive himself into her as far as he possibly could.

Her grip around his neck tightened and a loud shriek burst from her throat, “I’m coming! Oooh!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she spasmed around him. She continued shrieking as pure bliss washed through her body. Her pussy rippled around him like it was trying to milk the cum right out of him.

That was all it took. Peter sucked in a breath as he buried himself balls deep into her tight, little cunt and shot his load deep into the end of the condom while she drained him of everything he had. A low growl escaped his throat and he bit down hard on her shoulder to keep from screaming.

The bite must have unlocked something in her because her dying orgasm suddenly flared back up. She rocked her hips harder against him and thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow. Her entire body trembled underneath him. She was gasping for air.

Peter finally felt himself relax. He was finding it difficult to hold himself up over her any longer so he rolled off her, flipping her over to spoon naked together in the small bed. His hand found her breasts and he palmed it lazily while he closed his eyes. She was panting heavily, having trouble catching her breath.

She lay there stunned, unable to move or form words, letting Peter pull her into whatever position he wanted. He buried his face in the back of her neck and breathed her in. At some point he pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash by his bed. Now his freed cock laid nestled between her ass cheeks while she dozed in and out of sleep. Anytime she’d move, she’d brush against his dick. He was already hard again. She was in a for a treat when she realized just long he could really last. He gently grinded his hips into her while his dick slipped between her cheeks and his hands toyed with her breasts.

“That was the best moment of my entire life,” he mumbled.

She responded with nothing but a sleepy, “Mmm.”

He’d let her rest for a little while longer but he knew the night would be one with no sleep.

He’d be fucking her again in no time.

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My Safe Place (Is Next To You) (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word count: 4.4K

Summary: after being outed as spider-man, peter’s life has become a mess. he finds solace with you

Tags: nwh spoilers, tom!peter parker, panic attacks (poor peter :( ), hurt/comfort, angst, sharing a bed, cuddling, tension, love confessions, kissing, slight cheating (not on the reader, don’t worry), fluff

A/N: I love mj and peter together, but this idea hit me and I really wanted to write it. no offense to them or anyone who likes them, it’s just a fic :)

Cross-posted to ao3 • mcu masterlist • writing masterlist

Peter felt as if his entire life was falling apart. Maybe because it was. After everyone found out his identity, everything changed. The people he fought to protect now turned against him. Sure, not every single one of them, but a lot of them did. Enough to keep his heart racing every time he stepped outside.

At this point he didn’t know which drew more attention; him out on the street or him in the suit. The suit was easily recognizable, but at least he had his web-shooters so he could stay off the ground. When he was himself, Peter could blend into street traffic much easier, but when he was recognized there was no way out.

After weeks of only going from Happy’s to school then back to Happy’s and nowhere else, Peter felt restless. Cooped up. Imprisoned. On top of that he hasn’t slept in days because of the stress. He wished he could go back to how things were and just feel normal again.

That’s why he risked a walk around the block when it got dark and the streets cleared. Just to get some fresh air and be outside without getting berated by the public. He threw on gray sweatpants and one of his science t-shirts—the most unassuming outfit he could think of. He ended up adding a gray jacket for extra measure before he snuck out, wanting just a few moments to go unnoticed.

As it would turn out, that wasn’t enough. Peter quickly realized he was being followed about a block away from Happy’s. The person had spotted him from across the street and of course had to cross to be near Peter. They kept a slight distance from him, but the flash of their phone camera went off every once in a while. Peter kept his head down and put his hood up as he walked.

His heart started to pound as his steps quickened. Tears pricked in his eyes as the person—a man, based on his deep, intimidating voice—started screaming at him. Yelling his name, asking why he killed Mysterio, calling him a murderer.

The voice began to fade and that’s when Peter realized he was running on the sidewalk. His breathing grew faster, more panicked. It wasn’t just because he was running. Peter was sure if he stood still he would’ve been heaving all the same. He didn’t even know where he was running to, he just let his feet and instincts direct him.

Next thing he knew, as if he blacked out along the way, Peter was suddenly staring up at the window of his best friend’s room. He didn’t hesitate to stick to the wall and climb up it. Once he got to the second story window, he pushed it open from the outside. You were in bed already and the room was dark, but Peter hoped you weren’t asleep yet. He needed you.

“Peter?” you asked in confusion, clicking on your lamp in time to see him haul himself into your window. You got up from your bed and approached Peter quickly, noticing his heavy breathing and the shine of tears in his eyes. You snapped into worry in an instant. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The second he opened his mouth, words spilled out a mile a minute. “I’ve been feeling trapped all day so I went outside and this guy he-he started following me and yelling at me so I started running and I just ended up here and-and I climbed your window and—oh god, I climbed through your window, I’m so sorry I should’ve called or something and—“

“Peter, slow down,” you interrupted him gently. You placed your hands on his shoulders to try and ground him, but instead Peter threw himself at you. His arms wrapped around your body and he buried his head into your neck. He clung to you tight, so tight you could feel his heart pounding out of his chest against your own. He sniffled and you felt a dampness form from his tears dripping onto your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, his voice shaky.

“It’s okay, Peter.” You rubbed your hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him as you hugged him back. “Just breathe,” you told him softly.

He didn’t reply to that, but you heard and felt him trying to calm himself by taking a few deep breaths.

You started to move as if you were going to break the hug, but Peter kept holding onto you. You let him, and he appreciated it. It had been so long since Peter had felt comforted like this and he didn’t want to let you go. He needed time to recollect himself and the safety of your arms around him helped him to do so.

When his heart rate slowed back to normal and the tears stopped, you pulled back again gently. Peter allowed you to this time. He could see the worry in your eyes when you were face to face and it made him feel guilty for just barging in.

“I-I’m okay now,” Peter lied. He offered a soft smile to try and reassure you, but it didn’t work.

“When’s the last time you slept?” you asked, sensing the stress that still radiated off of him.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “A few days ago?” It came out as a question rather than an answer because at this point he wasn’t even sure.

A look—one similar to the look Aunt May gave him right before she was about to start scolding him out of worry—flashed across your face briefly. It disappeared after a second and one of pity replaced it.

“You wanna come lay down?” you offered kindly. “My bed is super comfy.” You went back to your bed, which was placed in the corner of your room, and sat on the edge. Peter followed you over and kicked off his shoes

“I don’t think I could sleep right now,” Peter admitted. The anxiety from earlier was still running through him, even if he managed to calm himself externally.

“You wanna tell me what happened then?” you suggested instead.

Peter sighed as he sat down on the edge beside you. He was exasperated, but not with you.

“Someone recognized me,” he started again, intelligible this time. You understood immediately, understanding his panicked state before and his mentally exhausted one now. “I went on a walk around the block. I just wanted to get outside, y’know?” Peter continued. “But then some guy started following me and yelling things at me.”

“What’d he say?” you inquired delicately.

Peter swallowed through the lump in his throat before looking at you. He found you facing him as well. “He called me a murderer.”

“Oh, Peter,” you said sadly, a frown instantly forming on your face. A stray tear fell from his sad brown eyes down his cheek before he could stop it, but you were quick to wipe it away with your thumb. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Will it be?” Peter asked, staring into your eyes. He wanted so desperately to believe you, he wished he could, but from the look on your face he wasn’t sure if you even believed your own words.

You fell silent at the question. Peter felt bad, he knew you just wanted to help him. And you were. You made him feel safe. That’s why he went to you, thinking—knowing—you could bring him some peace of mind, even if all his problems couldn’t suddenly be solved.

Peter had known you since before he was ever Spider-Man, and you were always able to comfort him through hard times. Even when he became Spider-Man you were still there for him. You knew before anyone else because out of everyone, you were the one Peter relied on most.

As if you had some insight to his thoughts, you spoke up. “Can I ask you something?” you asked, moving on your bed until you were laying down on your side. Peter mindlessly followed your actions, laying down on his side and facing you.

“Anything,” he replied. Your bed wasn’t all that big, but the both of you fit. There was a few inches of space between you, but Peter could hear the slight shift in your breathing before you asked your question.

“Why are you here?”

Your words were unexpected and he instantly began to worry. “Do…do you not want me to be?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly in curiosity, hurt heavy in his voice. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it from intertwining in his words.

“That’s not what I meant,” you were quick to clarify, picking up on the sadness that crossed his face. “You’re my best friend and I love having you here, you know that,” you told him reassuringly. “It’s just…why didn’t you go to MJ? She’s your girlfriend after all.”

There was something in your tone aside from simple wondering that Peter couldn’t quite interpret. Maybe because the question took him off guard. He went quiet for a moment, asking himself the same question. You were right—MJ was his girlfriend. The person he was supposed to be closest to, and yet when he was thinking of where he felt safest it wasn’t with her. It was with you.

“I don’t know,” Peter confessed, admitting his own confusion with himself now that you had brought it to his attention. “I was panicking and when I was trying to get away, I was thinking of where I’d feel safe…and I thought of you without registering it. I didn’t second guess it, it was like an instinct,” he continued honestly.

You were touched by the sentiment and couldn’t help but smile softly. “That’s really sweet of you to think of me.”

“I always think of you.” It slipped out in a soft whisper before Peter could stop himself. He realized what he said when a subtle look of surprise appeared on your face. An expression to mirror it came to his own and he looked away shyly. He couldn’t meet your eyes and neither of you could think of what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Peter finally said. He rolled on to his back and stared up at the ceiling. His face felt warm as he avoided looking at you. “I-I made things awkward. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay,” you decided. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. It’s still sweet.”

“So, how was your day?” Peter wondered. He tried to play it off as a casual change of subject, and you decided to let him.

You copied him, laying flat on your back to look up as well. “I had a pop quiz, so I think mine was worse than yours,” you teased without thought. You immediately wished you could take it back given how hard of a time Peter was having. It wasn’t the scenario for joking. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized.

“It’s okay,” Peter assured quickly. “I miss people being normal with me. I wish everyone would stop treating me like I’m made of glass—or like a pariah. I don’t like either.”

“Because you’re neither. You’re a strong, brave hero with a good heart.”

Peter turned his head to look at you. A grin appeared on his face—you saw it out of the corner of your eye. “You really think I’m a hero?”

“Of course I do.” It was the truth.

“It means a lot to hear you say that,” Peter said with full sincerity. He realized you weren’t going to meet his gaze, so he turned it back to the ceiling. Still, he felt…giddy? Was that right? You thought he was a hero and he felt a sense of pride he had lost before. He knew you supported him as Spider-Man, you made that clear, but you’d never used the word hero before.

You didn’t know what to say after that, so you thought of something to maybe lighten the mood. “Hey, you wanna watch Star Wars?” you asked Peter. You looked over to Peter when you heard him break out into laughter. “What?”

“You don’t even like Star Wars,” Peter told you when his laughter died down. It was nice to see that a smile still lingered when he turned to face you.

“Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t like it, I just said it—”

“You called it boring when I tried to show you the new movie! And that was after you fell asleep on me,” Peter argued back playfully.

That caused you to smile and relent. “Okay, fine. But I know you like it and you seem like you could use a distraction.”

You turned over to reach for your laptop. You grabbed it and rolled back over onto your back and placed it on your stomach to balance it. Peter moved into his back and scooter closer to you as you pulled up a streaming site.

Then he started laughing to himself again. He didn’t wait for you to ask, he was quick to explain. “If someone had told me a few years ago that I’d be in Y/N Y/L/N’s bed and she wanted to watch Star Wars with me, I probably would’ve had a heart attack.”

It was your turn to laugh. “You’re a dork,” you teased.

“I’m serious!” he argued back, amusement in his tone. With himself, with you, you weren’t sure. You thought it was all a big joke until he continued. “I had the biggest crush on you and—”

“What?” you cut him off to ask. He had said it so carefree and playfully, but in response to the confusion on your face his eyes widened.

“You didn’t know?” Peter asked sheepishly, his casual mood fading. Heat filled his cheeks and he was sure that if it was any brighter you would’ve seen how pink they had turned.

“No,” you replied with the slightest shake of your head. “How come you didn’t tell me?”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. The way you were looking at him made him feel nervous. Like you had caught him in a lie that he never told. “I was scared,” slipped out first. It was true, not just an excuse. “And after a few years I thought you figured it out and just didn’t say anything.” That was more embarrassing to admit, but it was the truth as well nonetheless.

“Well, I didn’t know,” you told him. “If I did then… never mind,” you trailed off, causing Peter to wonder.

“What is it?” he asked, pressing for you to continue.

You have a small shake of your head. “It’s nothing.” You deflected attention back to him then. “How could you not tell me? I thought you told me everything. I’m your best friend.” You tried to not pout but it slipped into your tone.

“Exactly!” Peter exclaimed. “I didn’t want to ruin everything. I thought if I actually told you myself and you didn’t feel the same, it would get weird and awkward between us,” he confided. “I just assumed you knew and didn’t feel the same, so I started dating MJ and thought I’d just get over you.”

That last bit took you off guard, surprised by the fact that Peter liked you so recently.

“Did you?” you asked him vaguely, but Peter knew what you meant. You didn’t have to explain.

Peter swallowed, not expecting your curiosity. It was fair, though. He just dropped all this information on you so you had a right to wonder.

“Yeah,” Peter said, but it was off. If you could see inside Peter’s thoughts, you would see that he wasn’t only trying to convince you but himself as well. However, since you couldn’t see the fact that he doubted his own words, you accepted his response.

“So,” you shifted topics, dragging out the single word. You looked back to your laptop. “Which movie?”

“Uhh, New Hope,” Peter decided, pointing at which one it was. You selected it and it began to play.

You and Peter both fell silent as your attention turned from one another to the movie. You made it through the majority of it before you started to feel tired. Your head rested on Peter’s shoulder without thought. Peter didn’t mind at all. A soft smile graced his face at the contact, but he didn’t say anything.

When you couldn’t fight back a yawn, Peter finally spoke up. “If you’re ready to go to sleep, I can leave,” Peter offered politely, but you could hear the uneasiness and disappointment in his voice.

“I thought you were gonna stay the night,” you said casually through another yawn.

Peter seemed a little surprised yet relieved at your assumption. “It’s okay if I do?” He really didn’t want to go back to Happy’s, or back out on the street to get there. He felt comforted and safe with you. Peter didn’t want that to end.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. It’s nice having you here,” you promised him. “I haven’t gotten to see you that much since… everything.”

Peter was confined to the back and forth from Happy’s to school, and his getaway on the roof was mostly just for himself. MJ tagged along more than once because of the pressure on her as well, but you (and Ned) were left out of the spotlight so there was less of a need for an escape. Sure you’d been up there a few times and had stopped by Happy’s, but Spider-Man’s girlfriend was more interesting to the press than Spider-Man’s best friend, you assumed.

A part of you was relieved about that, sure. But another part wanted to be right there with Peter, going through it with him so you could be there for him to let him know he wasn’t alone. You ignored the sour feeling that overcame you knowing that MJ was that person for Peter, not you.

Peter, on the other hand, finally had stopped thinking about his hectic life. He was content with you. He felt guilty that he hadn’t seen you as much as he wanted to, and even worse that you felt upset about it.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly.

“It’s okay,” you said, yawning yet again. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Should I turn the movie off?” Peter wondered, noting how tired you were.

“Can you leave it running? Or put something else on? I can’t fall asleep if it’s too quiet,” you admitted after your request.

“How about I put on Friends? I know you like that show and you watched Star Wars with me after all,” Peter suggested

“Sounds good.”

Peter pulled up the show on your laptop then leaned over you to set it on the table on your side. You burst out into laughter but it was stifled slightly.

“You’re crushing me!” you giggled out.

Peter realized that he was and he flopped down back onto his side of the bed. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you hummed, making yourself comfortable. You nuzzled your head into the pillow and wiggled under the covers until you were content. “Goodnight Peter.”

Peter stripped off his jacket quickly, then followed your lead and settled into bed. “Goodnight,” he responded softly. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He gave it a few minutes of silence, aside from the soft sound of the show in the background, before he opened his eyes again.

He glanced over to you and saw you were still with your eyes closed. Your breathing was steady and you looked so peaceful. Still, Peter couldn’t help but ask, “hey Y/N?” wondering if you were awake.

“Yes, Peter?” you ask, sleepiness heavy in your voice.

He wasn’t sure what else to say, so he decided to express his appreciation. “Thanks for letting me stay,” Peter said.

“Of course,” you mumbled. “You should try to sleep.”

Peter nodded at your groggy suggestion, but you hadn’t opened your eyes so you likely couldn’t tell. He closed his eyes again and tried his hardest to fall asleep. Although, it became apparent that trying to sleep was overworking his mind instead of relaxing it. Forcing sleep was no solution and it wouldn’t come naturally, so Peter just laid in your bed and listened to your gentle breathing and the faded laugh track from the laptop.

An amount of time that Peter didn’t keep track of passed and he hadn’t fallen asleep. It seems you had, because in your sleep you twisted and turned until somehow you ended up tucked at Peter’s side. Your head was nuzzled into his shoulder and you were curled against him. To be comfortable and allow you to be as well, he put an arm around you.

It was nice and for the first time in a while Peter felt at ease. “Hey, Y/N?” Peter asked again. This time you didn’t answer. He even waited a few minutes before repeating himself. No response.

He looked over to you and saw how peaceful you were. It brought a smile to his face, seeing you snuggled against him. Sleep had found you and Peter hoped the same would happen for him.

He sighed before closing his eyes again. Finally, he was able to drift into slumber.

Unfortunately, Peter’s unconsciousness was plagued with nightmares about Mysterio trying to kill him, then dying in front of him, and of course how he ruined Peter’s life. He could hear the yells and screams of people calling him a killer—as if he didn’t get enough of that when he was awake.

Peter jolted awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Peter very quickly realized he was at your house in your bed. After becoming aware of his surroundings, he became aware of the fact that his arms were around you.

Somehow while the two of you slept, you ended up on your side and Peter ended up spooning you from behind. He made sure not to move to avoid waking you. His heart began to race at the intimate position. Peter could push the thoughts he kept hidden about you aside when you two were hanging out and talking as friends—he’d learned how to keep his feelings a secret for years—but like this… well, it reminded him that he did still have those feelings.

“Hey, Y/N?” Peter whispered. His head was right behind yours, so he couldn’t see if you were awake.

You didn’t respond so Peter assumed you were asleep. Knowing that, he couldn’t help but hold you tighter. Guilt panged in his chest, knowing he still had feelings with you despite being with MJ. But he never felt this close to her and he couldn’t just force his feelings away. He had kept it all to himself for years and earlier in the night when he admitted he had a crush on you, while it wasn’t the full truth, made him feel better. Like a weight off his chest. That got him thinking even more.

“I need to tell you something,” Peter confessed softly, knowing you were asleep and not wanting to wake you. Maybe if he told you the truth, even if you couldn’t hear it, it would make him feel better. “I lied,” he continued. “I still have feelings for you… and I can’t make them go away. I tried really hard but…” Peter drifted off with a sigh. “I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I know I have MJ, but… I just… these past few weeks have been a nightmare, but being here with you made it all disappear. You make me feel happy and safe… and I wish I wasn’t scared to say this when you’re awake. I guess I’m not as brave as you think I am. So… I still love you. I never stopped. Not just in a friend way, but you know what I mean.” Peter paused to chuckle slightly humorlessly to himself gently, realizing the irony of his words. “I guess not though, because you’re asleep.”

There was a beat of silence before Peter heard two words whispered softly that made his heart stop. “I’m not.”

Peter felt frozen, in both shock and embarrassment as you turned in his arms to face him. He didn’t know what to do or say when he met your eyes. The look on your face was one of many emotions and Peter couldn’t quite place the dominating one. “Y/N, I—”

As your eyes searched Peter’s panicked face, you decided to do something impulsive. You leaned in and quickly pressed your lips to Peter’s. He froze so you pulled back, cheeks warm.

You had been wanting to do that for a while. Maybe not as long as Peter apparently had wanted to—and still wanted to as he just admitted—but hearing Peter say all those things made you feel loved and confident enough to make the move he had been wanting to.

“You kissed me?” Peter said, although it came out as a question. Like he couldn’t believe it. Because he couldn’t believe it. He spent so many years thinking about kissing you—wanting to, how to, what it would feel like, how’d you react, how happy it would make him if you kissed back—only for you to kiss him. He had wanted it more than anything and now that Peter had felt your lips against his, he never wanted to stop feeling it.

“I did,” you said sheepishly. You didn’t get a chance to explain yourself because Peter snapped out of his thoughts to close the gap between the two of you. His lips captured yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, filled with longing and love.

When you both parted, you wore matching smiles. You spoke first. “I wish you had told me sooner.”

Peter blushed a little and was grateful you couldn’t see due to the dark. “I do too.”

A path of guilt struck through you, knowing Peter was still with MJ. But… here he was with you. He kissed you. He said he’d wanted to for a long time and you couldn’t deny you shared that desire. He wanted you and you wanted him. There is nothing wrong with having what you both want…

Peter pulled you into his arms to cuddle you and thoughts that weren’t about him disappeared.

“I wish we could live in this moment forever,” Peter mumbled contently. You closed your eyes and let out a happy sigh.

"Me too." You could worry about everything later, but right now you wanted to enjoy Peter's closeness and the comfort that being with him gave. Turns out you needed it just as much as he did, and you weren't about to give it up.

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for taking your boyfriend, Peter, to the mall

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: ZERO nwh spoilers

a/n: please note that oneshot requests have a detailed plot, this qualifies as a headcanon request because it’s a small scenario

prompt: anonymous: “one-shot with mcu!peter x stark!reader- reader taking him to the mall and peter is just enjoying being w her and carries all her bags and just gets all blushy when she tries stuff on (idk if you write stuff like this but if you’re comfortable maybe reader forces him to go into victoria’s secret or something)”

it was just a fun little mall date

like teenagers do

it was annoyingly busy but so was all of new york

“peter? peter! where’d you go?!” -you

“right here!” -peter sticking his hand up in the crowd

what did you expect from the mall on a saturday?

filtering in and out of stores without buying anything really

“hey, y/n, look at me” -peter, wearing novelty “disguise glasses” in spencers

“wait, where did you find those! give me a pair!” -you

taking goofy pictures together

“okay, let’s get out of here. no, peter! don’t go back there!” -you

dragging out a very uncomfortable and/or scarred peter parker

peter stopping at the phone repair places and shyly telling them they’re doing something wrong

“peter, they’re gonna call security if you keep hovering” -you

stopping by the food court for a little lunch date

chinese food and smoothies (no i dont think they go together)

“wait, can i try yours?” -you

“my smoothie or my chicken?” -peter

“yes” -you, stabbing his plate and snagging his drink

he made it even

“nooo! that’s my smoothie!” -you

“and that one’s mine!” -peter

“no, it’s ours” -you

“i’ll remember this next time we go web swinging” -peter

stopping into the lego store where peter absolutely lost it

you diligently looked for a good, affordable set (no such thing)

“nevermind we’re getting the most expensive thing here. do you have happy’s card?” -you, holding the giant millennium falcon ship

“don’t tempt me” -peter

“i’m tempting” -you

you walked out of the store with a very big bag (sorry happy)

you and peter also built minifigures of yourselves

“aww, we’re so cute. make them kiss!” -you

peter clicked them together

“can i get a kiss?” -peter

“sure” -you, taking your mini you and pushing it near his face “kidding! come here”

hand holding (but breaking the bond when giant crowds decide not to move)

getting a notification on your instagram “@flashpoint tagged you in their story” and it’s a stalker-y picture of you two walking with your lego bag and flash trying to make fun of you

“i guess flash is here, too” -you

ned saw it though and peter got a text message from him

Ned 🤠🪑: WHAT’S IN THE BAG

Peter 🕷🚫: y/n says “back off, it’s ours. just kidding, help us, ned leeds, you’re our only hope”

quick stop in the arcade

“just one round” -you

“okayyy” -peter

you checked your phone for the time and it was LATE

but you and peter managed to hit the stores you wanted to go to

you bought peter a dorky shirt and some pins

and peter got you a cool jacket, matching socks for you and him, and a nifty mug

overall it was a pretty awesome date

“if we’re late for the subway, we can just swing home” -peter

“i think the lego bag will give you away” -you

“oh, it’s okay. my secret identity isn’t that big of a deal. what’s the worst that could happen?” -peter

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slowdownurdoingfine · 2 years

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Just a small preview of Recovery pt. 2 :^)

Lmk if u want to be added to the tag list! I’ll be adding tag list to when I release the full part.

The air was crisp as Peter stepped out of his home, feeling the impending snow on the tip of his nose. He had woken up late, the cuts still fresh on his upper arms from last night's long patrol, so he opted to swing the location she had given him. Once he found his footing in a nearby alleyway he slipped on a white tee-shirt and beat up jacket over his suit, slipping the mask into a hidden pocket in his bag. Lacing up his shoes and putting his earbuds in the walk to the coffee shop was shorter than expected. The door opened with a quiet bell ring, which to him was amplified and honestly hurt his eardrums a bit. The sight inside was unlike anything he would have thought of her to pick. A small place with a soft green and pink color palette, probably as small as his apartment and had about 5 booths and 3 or 4 tables with chairs set in the back. On the left side was a long coffee bar and a wall of donuts and closest to the window was a cash register. The soft sounds of Billie Holiday and Nancy Wilson could be heard from speakers drilled into the ceilings. Few patrons lined the establishment which was to be expected as it was an early morning on a Wednesday as many opted to take drinks to-go. Then a peculiar sight. A large Bernese Mountain Dog was laying down with its face in its front legs on the ground asleep under the customer facing side of the cash register. It’s tail wagging lazily with soft thumps. His eyes scan the place for Y/N but she’s nowhere to be found. He then bends down which the dog senses and raises its head, tail starting to wag quicker the noise almost echoing in the place. He fondly scratches the top of its head as it looks at him, its tongue now sticking out of its mouth.

“What’s your name buddy?” Peter questions aloud.

“Frank.” Y/N says from the bar above him.

His head shoots up, even though he already sensed her presence before she spoke, and he’s met with the most darling sight he thinks he’s ever witnessed. Y/N in a light blue- green? waitress outfit. Complete with a small white smock pulled around her waist. The front pieces of her hair are falling out of the pulled-out-of-her face style it had been put in.

“Oh.” He responds by giving the dog one last scratch before rising to his full height again.

“He’s mine.” She says to him, arms against the counter as she speaks. Always a woman of very little words. Maybe one day she’ll tell him that the only reason she was allowed to bring him today is because she had the extra early shift. But, probably not.

“Cute.” He lands on. Then, he smirks at her wanting to show her that he is much cooler from their first interaction. “Nice uniform.”

She actually lets out a short laugh, shaking her head pointing to a bar seat further down the long tabletop. “Sit there. I have to help at a table first and then I’ll be right over.”

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everlarkficexchange · 3 years

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Clubbing 101

Written by @alliswell21

Prompt 144: She has a night of fun before the start of the semester. She meets this guy, they hit it off that they sleep together. But when she shows up to her class the next day, she sees the guy again. But he’s her professor and he’s way older than she originally thought. #olderPeeta [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Rating: Explicit. NSFW.

Tags and Warnings: Canon Divergence; College!AU; Age gap, older man/younger woman; The opposite to slow burn? Smut; Unprotected sex; technically impaired consent since alcohol, but their both into each other while sober too 🤷🏻‍♀️; Ethical dilemmas; Teacher/Student relationship (sort of); One Shot, with an ambiguous open ending? Almost 10K words. Unbetaed.

Notes: Thank you to the moderators once more for putting up with us, procrastinating writers. You gals are saints! Thank you to @animekpopxx for her amazing prompts that never fail to snag my attention and give me the best ideas ever! You rock! I projected this story to be a smutty short thing, but it sprouted words and a background out of nowhere and I had to forced myself to stop adding to it, to get back to my other submissions waiting in my docs. Hopefully, it’s a good read for the ones who take the chance with it.

Thank you all!

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It starts with a harmless ranting.

“I’m not outgoing, or fun. I’m not even ‘cool’… hell, I don’t care what my sister says, I’m too old for this place!” I tell the handsome, bearded, guy sitting in the barstool next to me, “She’s a med student, you know, but she insists that partying is part of the college experience, especially when one’s career is so demanding… plus, is the last weekend of summer break, which apparently means you’re contractually obligated to party extra hard,” I roll my eyes, “I never saw the appeal personally, but I let her drag me out here so I can keep an eye on her. Is not like I’m gonna let her piss away her future for a night of clubbing,” I scoff, taking a long pull of my beer.

The guy chuckles, but I’m not done just yet.

I slam down my bottle and continue listing my grievances, “The thing that grinds my gears, is that she begged for a ‘girls’ night out’, and instead of drinking with me and people watch, she goes off with the first fucker that asks her to dance! I mean… did it ever occur to her, I may want to dance with her on OUR girls’ night out?!” I scowl and gulp another mouthful of beer, “then, to add insult to injury, thirty minutes later I get a text from her, saying to go on home without her ‘cause she found a ride, followed by that cursed eggplant emoji, like I needed an illustration of what kind of ride she’s getting,” I mock gag, rearranging the strap of my tiny purse across my chest.

“I guess she’s young, and beautiful, and does work very hard, but if you invite me to go clubbing with you, don’t abandon me within the first 15 minutes of arriving!”

My companion winces before sipping his drink, and smiling ruefully, “That’s harsh… sorry you’re having a shitty night,”

“Meh… little sisters, right?!” I shrug.

The guy smiles crookedly at me, and I find myself enjoying his smile, “I wouldn’t know about that. I’m the baby of three brothers, and the only thing I got away with was learning how to wrestle and spring awesome comebacks on the fly… the brutes kept me on my toes,” he chuckles.

“Three boys? Sounds chaotic. Your poor mother!”

“Yeah… life’s chaotic.” He averts his eyes for a second, his smile goes away. I’m afraid I’ve said something wrong, but he suddenly looks back at me, and confesses, “I’m not into clubbing either.” His eyes sparkle, despite the awful, dim, blue lights bathing the place.

I smile, “Look at us wallflowers, bonding over drinks and sibling shenanigans,” we clink our drinks together and sip. I’m chatty and relaxed, so unlike myself; I guess the two beers I’ve had are starting to get to me. “I’m Katniss, by the way.”

“That’s pretty,” he says, shyly; makes my chest warm up. “Nice to meet you, Katniss. I’m Peeta.”

I arch my eyebrows, “Peter?” I repeat, because I’m pretty sure I miss-heard him over the obnoxiously loud music.

The guy shakes his head, “Pee-ta… like the bread?” He chuckles. Then adds, “Family name. Everyone on my dad’s side are bakers.”

I snort-laugh, “Punny!” I say, taking another sip. Yup, beer’s getting to me, I’m not this cleverly funny. “My dad was into survivalism and botany… I’m named after a plant also known as Duck Potato, so I win the weird name competition!”

“Hey, it’s something else to bond over,”

“Cheers to that!” We clink our drinks again, and partake in our booze.

He orders another whiskey neat when he’s out… sounds both snooty and distinguished at the same time. Goes well with his put together image, though: nicely trimmed beard, nicely combed hair, nice polo shirt with what I believe is a tiny loaf of bread embroidered on the chest, and dark-wash jeans… I think. It’s hard to tell under the black lights of the club.

He offers to get me another drink, and I order an appletini.

“J.D. from Scrubs always drank one,” I explain, swirling the coctel in my hand, “I’ve always been curious to try, but didn’t wanna spend my own money experimenting on a drink I could potentially hate.”

“Makes sense,” Peeta says, “So… what’s the verdict?”

“Is pretty good, actually. But I think I’ll stick with my Miller Light,”

Peeta nods, “I honestly don’t enjoy alcohol that much.”

I giggle. “Then, what brings you to this fine establishment tonight, sir, if you’re not much for clubbing, or drinking?” I watch him out of the corner of my eye.

I like that when he smiles, his eyes crinkle in the corners.

“I lost a bet against a colleague.”

“Oh,” I’m suddenly self conscious and a little uncomfortable. I give the guy a scrutinizing look, and ask suspiciously, “what was the punishment exactly?”

The man rolls his eyes. “I have to spend one whole hour in the club, without criticizing anything, like the bitter old man I am,” he grins, “My friend’s words. Not mine!” He raises both hands, claiming innocence.

I laugh at the face he pulls, “Well, you’ve just defaulted on that punishment,”

“How so?” He beams.

“With the look in your face! It spoke volumes!”

“Am I that transparent?”

“You read like a preschooler’s board book, pal!”

We both laugh, I drink my beer, and he throws back his whiskey neat.

“So…” he makes a show of looking at his watch, “I still have 33 minutes to kill before I’m allowed to run out of this place… I know I’m not a Med student, co-Ed, sister of yours, but… would you, um, like to dance with me?” He sounds adorably hopeful.

I glance at the man sideways, toying with my bottle.

He smirks, mischievously, “I promise, spirits make me more coordinated on the dance floor. I become this amazing dancer when I have a couple of drinks on… or so my brain believes. I probably look like an idiot, but I’m too goofy to know the difference. You’re welcome to be the judge it for yourself,”

I take my sweet time finishing the last dregs of my beer, and wrinkle my nose, “You sure you wanna dance to this shit, kids call music nowadays?” I smirk, pointing a finger up, motioning wide circles into the ether.

Peeta gives a full belly laugh.

I really do like his laugh!

“Isn’t it our only choice?” He ventures.

Not if you follow me home, my thirsty brain supplies; my lips on the other hand, just let through a hint of a smile, because I’m buzzed, but not drunk enough to proposition a total stranger. I’ve never been one to sleep around anyway.

“Okay,” I say, too enthused. “As long as we both agree that this isn’t music,”

“Oh no, this just barely passes as noise!” Peeta agrees readily.

He guides me to the packed dance floor, and we start moving to the booming, deafening tunes playing overhead.

I’m not sure if one could call this dancing. Everywhere I look people are writhing against each other, like a pack of zombies without grace or rhyme.

I’m not sure Peeta will get an accurate assessment of his dancing skills, compared to what I’m seeing, he’ll probably look like a professional; plus, it’s too dark and busy in here to really appreciate anything, really, but after a few minutes of just shifting in place, robotically, I snatch two bottle beers from a waitress walking by, offering one to my partner, hoping that’s enough to get us loosen up. The waitress stares at me until I rummage on my crossbody mini purse and toss a crumple ten on her tray.

The liquid boost works. Before I know it, I’m grinding my hips against his. Peeta’s just the right height for his thigh to fit between my legs and brush against my front. I get tired of undulating my arms in the air, so I drop them around his shoulders, and feel just how firm and broad he is under my touch.

Our chests are tightly pressed together, and I’m at the right angle to just stare at his plush-looking lips. I turn around before I do something brash, like kiss him in the mouth. Peeta doesn’t question it, he just places his hands on my hips, and starts moving to the music’s beat.

I bring the beer to my lips, but the bottle’s empty… oops! It doesn’t matter, I’m having the time of my life!

Peeta’s swaying guides me. I basically drape my back over his front, and bump my ass into his groin. I feel the hint of a bulge there, and press my rear into it again, just to confirm if I felt what I hope I felt.

Peeta’s fingers tighten on my hip, emboldening me to keep going until I’m practically twerking into him, and his slight bulge morphs into a full blown hard-on.

I twist in his arms to face him, my lust idled brain barely thinking rationally, “Are your 33 minutes done yet?” I yell into his ear, so he can hear me over the noise.

He doesn’t even look at his watch, “To hell with time! I‘ll stay here all night, if you want me to,” He answers loudly.

“Come on, then!” I push off his chest, and snatch up his hand before he can reply.

Leaving the dance floor is surprisingly easily, considering the crowd bouncing in place together.

I make no conscious plan on where we’re going; I’m arguably familiar with the layout of this place from my many visits since Prim turned 21; I’m only mildly surprised when we navigate across the club, all the way to the restrooms. It’s like my clit is making all the decisions tonight… good for it!

There’s a line of disgruntled women waiting to get inside the Ladies Room, but the Men’s Room is available, and Peeta lets me guide him into it, like one of those pull toys children have.

“It stinks in here,” I comment blandly, but make a beeline for the last stall with a door.

There’s one guy at the urinal, but he doesn’t even look up from his pants, so I just shrug it off and yank Peeta into the stall with me.

The space is tight, but once inside the stall, I push Peeta into the door, and attack his mouth.

He makes a startled noise at the back of his throat, but his hands and arms immediately press me into his body more fully. My own hands trek down to his belt, where I fiddle with the buckle until it’s undone, and I can access his pants’ button and fly.

He hisses when my fingers graze his warm erection, and bucks into my knuckles. I’m in the process of sticking my hand inside his boxers, when Peeta growls, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and letting it go with a wet pop.

“Switch places,” he pants against my mouth, and hoists me up, until my back hits the door and his hands grab my hips possessively, jutting my pelvis forward, “I’m hungry, would you mind if I eat you out?”

“Okay,” I gasp.

Thank you for forcing me to wear your tiny, clubbing dress, Prim!

“You’ll allow it?” He asks, incredulous, rubbing circles on my hips with his thumbs.

“Yes… I’ll allow it!”

His smile is sexy, his stare is hypnotic. Damned my drunken ass! I can’t believe I’m willing to do this in a smelly bathroom stall!

Peeta sits on the toilet and licks his lips while staring up at me. His hands disappear under the stretchy material of my skirt, bumping my purse out of his way. He skims his fingers under the elastic of my panties, and I bite my lip, nodding eagerly.

Slowly, Peeta slides my underwear down my legs, the tips of his fingers follow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced!

Once he brings my panties to my knees, his hands rush back up my thighs, pushing the flimsy skirt around my waist. My underwear drops to my ankles on their own.

Peeta’s level eye with my crotch, and I squirm restlessly. “Beautiful… absolutely soaked,” he whispers in a daze, he inhales pulling me closer, “You smell divine!” He descends, nose first, into the thatch of dark curls between my thighs, making me moan. He ruts his face against me, and suddenly drops to his knees, grabbing my calf to pull my leg up.

But the movement gets prevented by my stupid underwear, tangled in my ankles. Without missing a beat, I toe my panties off, so Peeta can maneuver my body however he wants.

He drapes my leg over his shoulder, opening me up to his ravenous mouth. He grunts, burying his face into my core, and finally, FINALLY, his tongue swipes between my folds.

“Fuck!” I squeak.

My hands fly to tangle into his soft, perfectly coiffed hair. I nearly smother him, holding his face to my pussy, but he’s doing wicked things to me with his tongue: lapping, sucking, and nipping at my labia; drawing number eight figures around my clit with the tip of his tongue, to then sinking it deep inside my core. I can’t stop bucking into his mouth over and over.

When was the last time I was given head? Fuck if I know! Darius probably, he was decent, but didn’t do it often. And Thom was so boring at it, I actually preferred he didn’t do it. But this guy is amazing! A real expert in the matter!

“I’m so close! Please… I’m so close,” I wail like a cat in heat, writhing against the door.

Peeta looks up, and despite the horrendous lighting in the room, I realize he’s got the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen… too bad I can’t hold his gaze too long, because he starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, while fucking my hole with his tongue, and is all I can do not shout and scalp him in my delirium.

He doesn’t stop drinking my juices while I convulse above him. On the contrary, he retrieves his thumb, but keeps his mouth busy, lapping away all the slick I give him.

It’s too much.

I tug on his hair to pull him off of my sensitive privates.

Peeta takes one last lick with the flat of his tongue and looks up at me, smiling wolfishly, “Was that good?” His beard’s dripping with me, he wipes some of it off on his sleeve.

I snort, unsexy and definitely rude. “You made me cum so hard I saw stars… yeah, it was good. Better than good, really!” I smile down at him, and try to pull him off from the floor.

All the gel holding his curls in place is gone now, rubbed off on my palms. His hair is sticking up on the top and towards the back of his head. I reach up to try and smooth it back, “I’m sorry, I seem to have made a mess of your hair,” I giggle. It’s adorable, but I feel bad that I ruined it.

“You can mess my hair any time you want, Katniss.” He says, almost shyly, he places his hands on my waist, over the bunched up dress.

It’s a big turn on to me, how his words are so flirty, but he delivers them so sweetly and awed. Is unexpected and endearing… which is odd, because I don’t usually find people endearing at all!

We both chuckle.

He licks his lips, and I feel heat pool in my lower belly again.

“Come’ere!” I wrap my hand around his nape, and pull his lips to mine.

He responds immediately, licking the seam of my mouth. I suck on his tongue when he slides it against mine.

He moans.

“Fuck me, Peeta,” I rasp into the kiss, palming his dick through his jeans.

He groans, “Are you sure?” He barely holds back another groan when I squeeze his clothed erection.

“Cock. In me. Now!” I command through gritted teeth, trying to pull his cock out of his pants with one hand, while taking his hand, and splaying it on my boob.

“Okay… shit… this is… surreal! This has never happened to me before!” He kneads my tit, gently.

I’m not sure I was supposed to hear that, so I pretend I didn’t and turn, facing the door to wiggle my ass, in an attempt to convince him.

Peeta makes a noise in his throat, quickly followed by the sound of shifting clothes, and a metallic thump from his belt buckle hitting the toilet.

I whine when Peeta’s warm, heavy cock caressed my bare ass cheek. “Please don’t tease me,” I beg.

“Fuck, Katniss… do you really want this?”

“Yes, Peeta… put your cock inside my cunt, and fuck me all the way to next week! Now!”

His warm body cocoons mine, “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel the blunt head of his cock parting my folds, coating himself with my natural lubricants.

He finds my entrance, pushing inside just the tip. He gasps, “Fuck!” One big hand wraps around my hip to keep me steady, bracing his other arm on the door, above my head.

“Peeta… Please!” I wiggle my ass, making him sink another inch deep.

“Hold still,” He hisses, “I’m trying to hold back… not ramming in too roughly… embarrassing myself, cumming too fast,” His hot breath warms my nape. “You feel like heaven!” He growls, tightening his hold on me.

I’m torn, wishing he’d drill into me without mercy already, while another part of me is grateful he’s trying to stay under control… I don’t know which I want more…

When was the last time I had sex?

As if reading my thoughts, Peeta shares haltingly, “It’s been such a long time for me. I want it to last, but I’m

Not sure if I can,”

I don’t have time to second guess myself, because Peeta’s moving, and he’s massive!

“Don’t hold back!” I bleat, “I want it rough… I want it fast!” I gasp, clenching down on him. I paw at the door for purchase, trying not to face-plant on the cold, hard surface, while Peeta’s fat prick stretches me to the brink of pain! I can’t stay put for him any longer; I buck into him.

“I said to hold still!” He slaps my ass, hard. It stings, but it’s a welcomed feeling.

I moan and melt, finally relaxing enough for him to penetrate me all the way to the hilt. He stays there a moment, breathing harshly into my neck, squeezing my hip on and off.

“You’re so tight. So warm. So wet, Katniss.” He nuzzles my ear, “I’m gonna move now, I apologize beforehand in case this ends too soon for you…” He drags himself slowly out of me, just to plunge right back in with a swift, hard thrust.

I squeak; he grunts..

Peeta holds me by the waist, “You’re so pretty and sexy, Katniss. I can’t decide if you’re real, or the most vivid wet dream I’ve ever had…” he’s fucking me like a jackrabbit in rut.

I’m speechless, vaguely wondering if I didn’t dream him instead?

His cock head hits a spot deep inside me I’ve never reached before. I start babbling nonsense— mostly praising his cock and his strength— I don’t really know what I’m saying, but he seems to be enjoying it thoroughly by the increase in his speed and the volume of his grunts.

I’m joisted up and down his shaft like a rag doll; I wish I’d thought of hanging my stupid little purse somewhere before we started, because now it’s bumping on my thighs, distracting me from the great ducking I’m getting; it’s no matter… I can feel my orgasm building in my belly.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart… I want you to cum too,” He nibbles on my earlobe.

“Yes, Peeta! Please make me cum, I’m so close!”

One of his hands slides around my waist to play with my clit, while his other tweaks my nipples over my dress and bra. That, added to the sensation of my g-spot being prodded repeatedly, sends me spinning over the edge.

I must’ve screamed or something, because he clamps his hand over my mouth, and then he’s grunting, digging his forehead between my shoulder blades, and pulling me back against his unyielding body.

“Fuck…” he gasps and shivers behind me. I feel his dick pulsing, his rhythm faltering, and then he goes still.

Peeta sags a little, wedging his shoulder into the door to keep from falling. I’m surprised he still has the strength to hold me up too; I have to be dead weight at this point, since my legs feel like overcooked noodles and my arms gave out a minute ago.

We both try to catch our breaths, too spent and weak for much more, at least for a few minutes.

Peeta stirs. “Are you okay?” He breathes out, ruffling the loose wisps of my hair with his breath.

I chuckle, leaning my sweaty temple on the cool door. “I can’t feel my toes… which is excellent!”

“Good,” he sighs.

Three heart beats later, he straightens up and pulls out of me. An indecent amount of spend flows down my legs as soon as his cock dislodges from my pussy, but Peeta shoves something soft between my thighs quickly, before I have time to freak out about the mess.

I look down mildly curious, staring at an embroidery of a tiny loaf of bread. Vaguely, I wonder if that’s his uniform? He said he was a baker, right? At least he’s named after bread or something. I giggle. “Is this your shirt?” I ask, widening my stance to gracelessly wipe myself clean.

“Yeah,”

“Thank you,” I say, dazedly, turning sideways to smile at him gratefully.

He’s wearing a simple, white, cotton t-shirt when I return the polo to him, now spoiled with cum and slick. I’m caught off guard by how broad shoulder he is, and by how nice he smells… cinnamon and sweat. Weird combination, but pleasant. I wonder if he baked any bread today?

“Um… would you… would you like to put these back on?” He asks awkwardly, leaning down to pick up my discarded panties from besides the foot of the toilet bowl.

I wrinkle my nose, “Not really,” I mumble. “Who knows when was the last time that floor got cleaned. Gross.”

Peeta smiles and shakes his head, “Here,” he grabs his polo, covered in our juices, and wraps my underwear in it. “Now it’s hidden.”

My body is finally catching up with the advanced hour, the beers and the two amazing orgasms. I’m starting to feel sore everywhere, and my eyelids are getting heavy. “Wow… think I’m officially all partied out,” I chuckle weakly.

“Ditto,” Peeta agrees, his smile is shy. “So… there’s this little dinner about two blocks from here,” he starts, eyes downcast; the space seems to shrink around us, now that the frenzy of our physical activities is done with. “Would you like to grab a pancake or som—“

My phone rings, startling us both into silence. I frown, but scramble to find it in my purse, to check who could be calling me… apparently at 2 a.m.!

My frown deepens. Prim’s smiling face flashes on the screen. She was supposed to be getting some herself! “It’s my sister,” I whisper, tamping down my rising panic. I don’t ask if it’s okay to answer, I just do it. “Prim?”

“Where the hell are you?!” I have to pull the phone off, or risk eardrum rupture by my sister’s screeching. “I’ve been texting and calling you! I’ve been worried sick!”

I scowl at the wall, confused and little annoyed, “Prim… Prim, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come get you somewhere?” I try to ask.

“What?! No. I’m home! But you aren’t, and I’ve been scared shitless trying to find you!”

I give Peeta an apologetic grimace, and blindly feel around for the lock to get out of the stall. “Um… why are you home so early? Last time I heard from you, you were getting a ride,” I’m trying to sound unaffected; It’s all I can think to say in my mortification.

“Never mind that! Why aren’t you home already? I thought you had to work in the morning and then go to sch—”

While Prim rages at me, I place a hand on the phone and turn to Peeta, still in the stall, awkwardly facing the wall, I assume to grant me some privacy. I’m sure he can hear my sister’s frantic chastisement from where he’s standing. “I’m sorry… you’d think I was a teenager instead of a grown ass adult,” I roll my eyes.

Peeta waves me off good naturedly. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for keeping you so late,”

I’m about to say something else, but Prim yells loudly, something about calling the police and checking the hospitals for me, which truly prompts a reaction from me, “Calm down! I’m still at the club, exactly where you left me!” I cover the phone with my palm again, and turn to him. “I’m… I’m gonna go? Before she threatens to send the marines in,” I try to joke, but our situation takes all the levity out of it, and my attempt dies off, lamely.

Peeta nods, smiling softly; somehow I can tell it’s not genuine.

“Little sisters, right?” I offer halfheartedly, twisting my lips.

“Can I… walk you out at least?” He asks quietly; Prim hasn’t stopped nagging this whole time.

“I… it’s not necessary, but thank you…”

Peeta nods again, looking disappointed.

I don’t get to tell him a proper goodbye, because two dude-bros come in the bathroom, letting the noise from the club filter in; one of the idiots elbows the other, and both start making some lewd comments about me, but Peeta steps in, eyes wild with anger, and tells the guys to knock it off. Prim hears the whole thing of course, and goes nuts herself asking what’s going on?

Peeta looks at me, and motions his head towards the door.

Message received, I step outside the bathroom and book it out of the club, “I’ll be home in a bit. I’m gonna call and Uber,”

“Call me as soon as you’re in it!” Prim demands.

“Fine! Now stop nagging me, will you?!”

I don’t realize I never looked back at Peeta to wave my goodbyes until I’m in the car, heading home. Regret truly is a bitch. I can’t help feeling like I just lost something important, but I have no idea what it is.

>>—————> * <————<<

It’s been a very long Monday. I’m mainly running on caffeine at the moment, and can’t wait to get home and pass out in my fluffy bed, to see if I can catch up on last nights lost hours of sleep.

I enter my last class of the day and find a seat in the middle of the third row. I pull my laptop, a writing pad and my mechanical pencil out of my bag, and watch as my classmates start filtering in one by one, greeting each other and finding their places, lazily.

I’m the oldest student in this class, which is not surprising. I’ve only just come back from my extended— 5 year— sabbatical; and did it only after I was completely sure I could handle my workload and the financial strain of both me and Prim going to college at the same time, without giving myself an early grave.

It’s been hard, but I’m glad I came back to finish my schooling, I only need a handful of credits to graduate, which is great!

I check my watch. We still have a few minutes to kill before class starts. The professor— Dr. Mellark, according to the copy of my schedule— is not here yet, so I pull up the banking app on my phone to give it another glance. The balance is still the same as the last two times I’ve seen it, but it doesn’t hurt to be extra careful when one is on a tight budget. I scheduled payments for the power, gas and rent to go out in the next few days, and I want to make sure there’s enough money in the bank to cover them. We’re looking fine for the month, financially speaking.

The door to the classroom swishes open, and I start signing off my app.

“Good afternoon ladies and germs; I’m doctor Mellark, and provided you’re in this room for an English class, I’ll like to welcome you to the amazing world of Classic Literature!” Says a deep, male voice I find oddly familiar. “By the way, don’t any of you dare to disagree with me on the awesomeness of classic lit… I’m a doctor, I know what I’m talking about… unless you ask me about medicine, then please be free to disregard everything I say, because I’m not ‘that’ kind of doctor!”

A murmure of little chuckles fills the room; even I smile, silencing my phone and putting it away, before looking up at the professor.

I choke on a strangled gasp when I finally set eyes on the man I assume is the teacher, dumping a worn, leather, messenger bag on the desk near the podium. He’s the last person I would’ve expected to have as a professor.

Oblivious to my predicament, Doctor Mellark— or as I know him: Peeta!— keeps introducing himself.

“I’ve been teaching this course for 14th years, but I’m always pleasantly surprised to hear the different points of views my students bring to our discussions on the classics we study, which in a nutshell, is the beauty of this class.” He pulls a ream of paper out of his bag, and gives it to a student in the front, “Please take a syllabus, and pass the rest to the next person, and so on… thank you!”

My face is burning. I think I’m gonna faint.

“But enough about me,” his voice booms, making my whole body shiver. “I don’t normally do roll calls or care about attendance, as long as you’re not missing assignments, and are here during discussions, so this is the first and last time I’ll be reading this list,” he rises a piece of paper above his head, I surmise has the students names on it, and he instructs, before reading, “I’ll call your names, and you’ll introduce yourself, briefly, that way we can all get acquainted with each other, yes?”

Ugh!

He can scratch my name off that list right now! We’re more than acquainted with each other.

Bile rises to my throat. An intrusive, bitter thought pesters me: how many of his students has he gotten ‘that’ familiar with?

But the thought dies off quickly. An even worse, more worrisome thought springs front and center in my mind: Did we use protection?!

Panic rises in my chest, a nervous queasiness settles in my belly; a distant memory of warm goo sliding down my legs comes to mind… Oh shit!

Oh shit, oh shit! We didn’t use a freaking condom? Who does that?!

Oh shit!

Would a Plan B still be effective right now? It’s been less than 24 hours…

Peeta’s reading names. People stand from their seats and talk about themselves. I haven’t heard one word they’ve said, but I’ve been watching how some of the female students bat their eyelashes and speak all breathily, smiling coyly at him… Peeta seems oblivious to the flirting, but I still feel a cocktail of unpleasant feelings in the pit of my stomach.

I realize, I’m jealous!

My ass is frozen in my sit, I’m not even breathing. I don’t think Peeta’s seen me yet, but… what will he do or say once my name comes up? I send a quick prayer to heaven, he won’t recognize me since I look nothing like I did last night at the club, with my hair down and my face all made-up. Right now and plain ol’ me… the rub is gonna be my name. Darn my dad and his awful naming whims!

Soon enough, he reads a name that makes him stutter, “Kat…Katniss? Everdeen?” He does a double take, “Katniss Everdeen…” his eyes are the size of saucers when he scans the lecture hall, swiftly. When he finds me, he looks back down at his paper, and says the name out loud again, unsure, “Katniss Everdeen?” Like he doesn’t believe what he’s reading.

I stand up woodenly, my voice cracks a little, “I’m—I’m Katniss Everdeen… hi!”

I’m about to drop back into my chair, but Peeta kinda mumbles, “You know, Arrowhead, or Katniss is a water plant? The root is edible… like a swamp potato?”

There are quiet little giggles all over the place.

Peeta clears his throat, his eyes flit away; his face’s blank of emotion, but his cheeks seem pinker than a second earlier, “I just read that online, believe it or not. Interesting facts about local flora, people. Reading is knowledge, but so is learning from one another… what can you tell us about yourself, Miss Everdeen, besides that you have a very unique first name?”

“I…” I harrumph, avoiding eye contact with Peeta at all costs, “I’m a part time student. Majoring in Botany. I took this class to fulfill my last English credits requirement for graduation. I do love books and classic literature, in particular.”

“Thank you… Miss Everdeen,” he rasps.

I sit down, clumsily, hoping this horrible, horrible moment is just a nightmare and that I’ll wake up any second now, drooling on my desk, with indentations of my notepad on my cheek, because anything would be less embarrassing than what I’m going through at this point.

Mercifully, Peeta calls a different name, and then another, and then another. I don’t look up from my notepad once.

Peeta for his part, sounds stiff and monotonous— or so I’d like to think— no more jokes or clever sayings. Maybe he’s not as affected as I am about this ordeal, and I’m just making it a bigger deal than it really is? Maybe he does have experience sleeping with students— I mean, it’s not unheard off, right?— Not that either of us had any idea we were engaging in a teacher-student affair last night…

Although, calling it an affair is generous; it was a measly one night stand. A chance encounter. Two people letting off steam before a busy week ahead.

I’m getting increasingly angry with all this thinking… and the class seems to drag on. It feels like an eternity, and my mind keeps churning up all kinds of questions: Why would he not say he was a teacher at this particular college? Did he lie about being a baker? Is his name even Peeta?

I scoffed at the thought.

To my horror, I hear him ask, “Anything to say, Miss Everdeen?”

Looking up at him requires a great deal of bravery and self admonishment, but I do my best and face him— he’s wearing glasses now, which makes my belly tightened for inexplicable reasons— “No, Doctor Mellark, nothing of consequence anyway,” I retort as venemosly as possible, without alerting anyone else there’s something weird going on between me and the professor.

Peeta grimaces slightly. Then looks away, “Very well, as I was saying, we will start with the basics: The Iliad and Moby Dick, since those are High school level works, I expect your reports to be sufficiently well researched, and your personal ideas on the text somewhat fleshed out. It doesn’t have to be in-depth. I’m just looking to determine everyone’s style and needs for the semester ahead…” he continues his spiel, and I feel free to go back to my stewing and my musings.

Before I know it, Peeta’s dismissing the class, wishing everyone a good rest of their evening.

I jump into action, packing my stuff with my head bowed, but then I hear him again.

“Miss Everdeen, a private word, please?” It’s much too quiet to have been said from his podium. I still startled when I look up and find him standing right against the first row of desks, directly in front of me.

His face is not quite stern, but he’s definitely less smiley than when we met.

I force down a gasp, because under the better lighting of the lecture hall, and close up, I can see a plethora of details I missed at the club; like the arresting blue of his eyes, the slight reddish of his neatly trimmed beard, peppered with silver whiskers all over, while his perfectly combed hair is almost all silver on the temples, and ashy blonde on the top. His shoulders are even broader than I remember.

He’s overall stockier than I originally thought, and just a smidge shorter, which is fine, he’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t mind climbing him like a tree—

I shake my head off the intrusive, lecheros thoughts. I’m literally lusting after my teacher, for goodness sakes! This is beyond a silly schoolgirl crush!

Peeta arches one dark blonde eyebrow at me, expectantly.

I nod curtly, because my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, and gesture for him to lead the way.

I shove my laptop into my bag, and hastily shoulder the straps, hugging my writing pad to my chest, following my professor like a chastened little girl.

My stupid eyes find his ass, and I blink twice, at the exquisite sight in front of me. I groan internally.

He grabs his own bag, takes off his spectacles and slides them into his shirt pocket.

How old is this man?! He said he’s been teaching this class for 14 years, when do professors start their teaching careers? How did I never see him before now roaming campus? Is his age the reason he ate pussy like a master?

I shake my head, cursing my horny brain.

Peeta opens a door I have no idea how we came across, and then stands aside, gesturing for me to go in first.

I duck my head and step into a warmly decorated office, with a small desk and two chairs in the middle of the room. Bookshelves full of tomes line the office. A handful of pictures and framed diplomas hang from the only available wall space in the room, but I don’t get to study them before he catches my undivided attention.

“Let me start by apologizing,” Peeta stars, closing the door behind himself, “I assure you, it wasn’t my intention to cause you any stress, or embarrassment out there.” He pauses, “Would you like to sit?” He offers, wincing. He doesn’t wait and steps around me, to pace on the other side of his desk, “I… um, never been in this position before,” he scowls, “I’m not sure what assurances I can offer at the moment, except, that I will start the process to recuse myself from this class immediately, to not interfere with your academic—“

“Recuse yourself?” I cut him off, “what do you mean?”

Peeta squirms a little, and sits down heavily on his chair. My bag slides off my shoulder, and I just dump it in the empty chair I was offered a moment ago.

“Well, Miss Everdeen, it’s the right thing to do, given our circumstances. We’ve breached the appropriate boundaries of our pupil and teacher positions, and staying in the same class together will put you at a disadvantage… is a power imbalance situation, that calls for action.”

“Can you stop calling me ‘Miss Everdeen’? It’s weird…”

“I’m just trying to maintain an acceptable level of decorum between us,” he says sheepishly.

“That ship has already sailed,” I say tiredly.

“Perhaps, but it’s my responsibility to still try,” he rubs his forehead. “Anyway, I’ll call my department and see what is next. Stepping down myself is the only fair solution I see so far… it would be terribly unfair to ask you to switch classes. Simply disrespectful, but we both can agree this uncomfortable situation needs to be nipped in the bud, for both our sakes, Miss Everdeen.”

“This is bullshit!” I snap, “What happened in that club, isn’t that terrible of a problem! What we really need to do is stop acting so stiffly and guilty. By the way, you sound like a walking thesaurus!” I accuse, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he called my name at the lecture hall. “Stop it!”

Peeta inhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Miss Everdeen, our actions last night may have been honest, and even innocent in nature, but they still carry consequences… unexpected ones, especially in light of the facts. And the facts are, that it would be unethical for me to remain in a position of authority over you. In any case… if you feel the need to report me to the school administration, for… harassment or inappropriate behavior or anything else, I won’t dispute any claims. I promise to distance myself from you and give you space so you can continue with your education without interference, in a safe environment.”

I grunt, “I’m not going to report you, because you didn’t do anything wrong. Sure, I thought you were a baker… I mean your story about your name, and that little loaf of bread embroidered into your shirt, I thought it was your uniform,” I shrug one shoulder.

“Sorry about that… I never meant to mislead you,” he says bashful.

I ignore him, “Either way, I was the one pulling you into that bathroom. I threw myself at you. I begged you to do things to me, and you just granted me my wishes…” like a sexy gentleman, “The sex is on me. I’m 26 years old, I’m not some bumbling teenager who hasn’t learned to take responsibility for her actions, so, please… stop trying to shield me, or protect me, or whatever it is you’re doing,” my arms flap around in frustration. I finally push my bag off the chair, and sink into it. “Look, Peeta—“

“Professor…” he corrects, frowning a little.

I roll my eyes, if he knew he’s just making it sound kinkier than it already is, he wouldn’t be so adamant about the freaking titles.

“Fine… Doctor Mellark,” I enunciate, pettily. “I specifically chose your class as my last English elective for two reasons. One: it’s exactly the amount of credits I need to graduate at the end of the semester. And two: it fits my schedule to a T, which is important, since I do have a full time job when I’m not a college student. So, I’m sure we can both be adults about this unfortunate situation, and simply forge on. There’s no need for you to recuse from teaching this class, and I have absolutely no intention of switching. We both can wear our big people britches, and pretend last night was a… what did you call it?” I wave my hands, as if the answer will materialize from thin air, “A vivid wet dream? And leave it at that!”

Peeta glares at me, looking aggravated for the first time since I met him. “It’ll be unethical to continue like everything is normal, Miss Everdeen.” Peeta argues, stubbornly.

“Nobody has to know about last night,” I say, exasperated, then a horrifying thought flashes in my mind, “Unless you bragged about it already!”

“No!” He straightens in his chair, looking offended, “I would never do something so vile,” He looks indignant, “plus, the fact still remains that something did happen last night, and I know about it! I can’t, in good faith, be your teacher.”

“Are you planning on showing me favoritism because you know what my pussy tastes like, Peeta?” I deadpan, “Or are you gonna blackmail me into doing it again?”

“Stop calling me Peeta!” He growls through his teeth, his very thick fingers clenching into fists on his armrests.

I blink at his reaction owlishly, realizing I’m truly pushing it this time.

“I’ve always prided myself on keeping my nose clean. Being a decent man and tutor. Never in 17 years of teaching have I slept with a co-ed, let alone a student in my own class.” He breathes deeply, then pins me to my chair, with those arresting blue eyes of his, burning with controlled anger, “I would never extort you or anyone for sexual favors, Katniss. While I don’t really want to lose my tenure or face other disciplinary actions from the school authorities, the one thing I truly don’t want to damage are my personal standards, and my self image.

“Katniss, I’m already biased when it comes to you. Being your professor won’t be exactly fair to anyone. I’m not saying I would give you A’s willy-nilly, nor that I would grade your papers any differently than I’d do your peers or that I’d be less critical of your work,”

“That’s reassuring,” I roll my eyes. “You’re telling me that if I bring you a shit essay, you might not be persuaded to let me redo it?”

He sighs, “I don’t know…” he scratches the back of his neck, “I’ll most likely hover over your desk a disproportionate amount of time compared to your classmates. There’s also a chance I’ll call on your name more often than the rest of them?”

“I still don’t hear one unscrupulous, wrong reason, why you can’t do your job, and teach this class.”

We sit there, staring at each other, at an impasse.

“Why are you so set on keeping me in that room, Miss Everdeen?” He asks, softly.

Finally, I relent, relaxing my tense shoulders, and exhaling tiredly. I raise my hands in defeat. “I don’t know, Peeta. Because I want to protect you, the same way you’re trying to protect me. But… recuse yourself if you have to. I still believe you’re a better man than your urges.”

Peeta relaxes in his chair too, “Thank you, Katniss.You didn’t have to say that, specially because you don’t know me. It still means a lot.”

I chew the inside of my lip, calculating stuff in my head. “You’re right, I don’t know you, but I consider myself an okay judge of character.” He opened this door, it’s time for me to walk through it, “Can I ask you some stuff?” I ask innocently.

Peeta arches his eyebrows. “Shoot,” he says.

“How old are you?”

“45. I’m sorry. I knew you were young last night… I just didn’t quite grasp just how young,” his eyes shift downwards, sheepish and uncomfortable.

“I’m an adult. I’ve been the head of my family for years. At this point, age is irrelevant for me.” I state, dismissively.

“What about your family?” He asks, tilting his head sideways.

It takes me a minute to answer. I cross my arms over my stomach, and exhale, “It’s been only Primrose and I for five years now. My mother had cancer. My father passed when I was eleven.” I rock in my chair, slightly, “That’s why my sister was being such a clingy bitch last night. She can’t bear to lose anyone else. Neither can I for that matter.”

Peeta leans forward on his desk. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Katniss.”

I sit back, feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off my shoulders. “It’s okay, really. I’m back in school, about to finish my last semester, Prim is doing great in university, the only debt we have right now is Prim’s car and my Target card… we are actually okay,” I smile, meekly at him.

“That’s… that’s good, Katniss. Admirable, really.”

“Peeta?” I start cautiously, “Would you really remove yourself from the class because of me?”

He looks me right in the eye, sincerity emanating fro his eyes. “Absolutely. Without hesitation. As soon as you leave, I’ll email my Head of Department, explaining my situation. Don’t worry, I won’t mention any names or details—“

I shake my head, vehemently.

Peeta squints, studying me cautiously, measuring me.

“Please… stay with me…”

Something in my tone catches his attention, and he eyes me curiously. “I’ve already told you why I can’t,” he says, almost soothingly.

I stand up. Go around my chair, and drop back down into it. I start shaking my leg nervously. “I had this feeling in my gut since last night. Like I lost something precious, I just couldn’t put a finger on it… I still can’t, to be honest. All I know, in my loins, is that I can’t let you step down from your position, and I sure as hell won’t walk away on you without figuring out what this…” I wiggle my fingers, pointing to the mouth of my stomach, “feeling is about.”

He stares at me.

I stand up again, and this time I just pace, to the wall with the pictures, and stare at a bunch of faces, too similar to Peeta’s not to be related to him somehow.

“I know I’m not making sense, but I just needed to say that.”

He watches me for a long beat, weighing his options no doubt, before answering, “I can’t be your teacher, Katniss…” he sighs, and rubs his forehead, “because I’m afraid seeing you every week, without being able to touch you will be absolute torture.”

“Really?” I bite my lip, giving him an open once over, not feeling one iota self conscious about. “How come?”

Peeta huffs, avoiding my eyes. “I’d be wondering what your breasts look like the whole time.” He confesses, flatly. “I didn’t get a chance to see them last night, and it kept me awake an indecent amount of time.” He twists his lips, “I’m gonna be pinning the whole semester, whether you’re in the classroom or not, craving the taste of your juices in my tongue, and worse of all, I’ll probably embarrass myself, giving me involuntary hard on’s just fantasizing about you.”

I practically prowl towards him. “You poor thing,” I coo, pouting. “Would you go home to masturbate on the soiled pair of panties I left behind on that dirty, bathroom floor?” I ask… more like, purr, really.

Peeta chuffs out an incredulous laugh, covering his face with both hands. He grunts, “Aw, fuck! That sounds so… it’s probably exactly what could happen. I’d try to stay professional in the classroom, but in the privacy of my home…” he chuckles weakly, shaking his head.

“What kind of fantasies are we entertaining here?” I ask, invested, and sit on the corner of his desk.

Peeta thins out his mouth, “Katniss… that’s a slippery slope you’re trying to climb,” he warns.

“Humor me?” I cajole.

He takes a stuttering breath. “I’ll bring you into this office, same way I did today, except I’ll rip your clothes off, throw you on the desk and take you hard and fast. From behind.”

I can’t stop a small sound at the back of my throat, nor the need to rub my thighs together.

I clear my throat, “I expect you’d want to fuck me on every surface in this office?”

Peeta pulls on the collar of his shirt, his face turning crimson, “And probably the lecture hall as well,” he adds conversationally.

I nod, scooting closer to where he sits. “I’m curious too you know. I didn’t get to see ‘any’ part of you naked. But my muscles still are deliciously sore from last night. A girl has to wonder… just how big a dick has to be to cause so much wreckage?”

It doesn’t take much effort at all to work him up. Peeta’s pants are tented in what looks like the most uncomfortable erection ever; he shifts in his chair to try and hide the effect my words have on him, yet, his hands remain folded on his lap, white knuckled with the effort of keeping himself in check. He’s really committed not to touch me while I’m still his student, but he rasps a question, full of concern.

“Did I hurt you?” His eyes search me, earnestly. “I’m sorry I was too rough, really,”

My heart gives a little somersault. “No, Peeta. You were pure perfection. I loved how you handled me.”

His lips twitch, and I’m amazed at how expressive his face is, even partially hidden under his near facial hair. “You said you were hungry last night before you got on your knees…” I murmur, “I think, next time I’ll return the favor,”

“Next time?”

I slide closer to him, but we both keep our hands to ourselves.

I lick my lips, resisting the urge to drop on my knees between his legs and gobble up his cock. I didn’t lie about wanting to see him in all his naked glory, but I can show the same level of restraint he does; I respect him for trying to keep a moral and ethical compass.

I smirk at him, slyly. “Are you sure you wanna abandon your post as my professor, now that my education is on the balance? We can wait a handful of months, Doctor Mellark… I promise not to tease you,” With that, I mean, I promise not to aggravate what could potentially be the worst case of blue balls in the history of slow burns.

Peeta hisses a mirthless chuckle, “You’re too much of a temptation, even if you don’t actively try teasing me, Katniss,”

I start playing with the end of my braided, dark hair. “You know what I’m most really looking forward to, from when I’m no longer your student?” I pose, shyly, “Going to that dinner you mentioned last night.” I shrug one shoulder. “I’ll let you buy me a stack of pancakes to celebrate my graduation. I’ll probably introduce you to my sister, Primrose… and we’d go from there… if you wanted to…”

Peeta smiles, disarmingly. “I’d love that too, Miss Everdeen.” He says quietly.

I let go of my braid, and hug myself, “Stay in the class?” I practically beg one last time. “We can do it, I know we can. We can have a platonic, completely innocent teacher-student relationship until I’m done with college,”

Peeta shakes his head. “We’ll see after I talk to my head of department. Who knows, maybe all the schedules are already locked in place, and I have no other choice but to stay put. There’s no guarantee a replacement is available for me.”

“We’ll make it work!” I say enthusiastically.

“Maybe…” he sighs, not entirely convinced.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Time is running out, I gotta get to the pharmacy before my window of opportunity closes.

“Hey, Peeta… um, invasive, weird question?”

I wait for him to nod.

“Have you by any chance, have gotten a vasectomy at any point?”

“Mmm no, never had. Why?”

Aw shit!

I bite the inside of my cheek. “Hopefully no reason.” I say quickly, too nonchalant for my own good, and he catches on it, I can see the gears turning in his brain, “Okay,” I make a big show of yawning and stretching my arms, “I have to run some errands before going home and crashing for the night.”

Peeta cringes, “Are you… okay? Really, okay? You said you were sore?” His eyes rove over my face full of concern.

“I’m fine,” I smile, “nothing a long soaking in Epsom salts can’t cure.”

“Okay,” he says, unsure. “I don’t want to overstep any worse than I already have, but… I’ve been anxious, wondering if you were alright, if you got home fine to your sister since you left the club. Which, obviously you did… but, I wanted to kick myself for not asking your number, just to be able to check on you… and this is frown upon, a d completely unethical, but—“

“I’ll email you,” I say quickly. “Nothing explicit. But I’ll let you know I’m home and okay.” I’ve spoken to people in code before, this shouldn’t be a problem, and really, sending my professor an email with a time stamp and some innocuous question about the syllabus doesn’t have to be nefarious at all.

“Alright… Just let me know if there’s anything wrong, okay? I swear this won’t become a routine thing or anything, just this time, to give me peace of mind, and because it is late… and well, yesterday…”

“It’s fine, professor. I don’t mind. And… everything will work out,” I say shouldering my bag and pocketing my phone, “everything will work out, even if my Plan B doesn’t,” I smile and scurry out the door, before the puzzlement in his face has time to settle.

After all, a semester is only 15 weeks long, give or take… that’s plenty of time to figure things out.

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years

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Webhead Chronicles #11

pTitle: Webhead Chronicles #11

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,2128

Warnings: Fluff, fighting

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes: I’m so soft for these two. I love the friends to lovers trope.

Gif Credit: @peterparkcr

Ev woke with a jolt as her head flopped backwards onto the back of the subway car seat. Looking around, bleary, she blinked her eyelashes a few times trying to clear the cloudiness from her eyes. She heard sniggering to her right and looked over to see an older man gently placing a bottle on Peter’s forehead.

Peter was sprawled out on the seat with his feet in her lap while his head was laying on top of his backpack. The man was bent over at the waist as he shushed his sniggering friends. Ev groaned low in her throat and scowled at the man and his group of friends.

“Hey leave ‘im alone.” she mumbled out, still sleepy from her nap.

“Oh hush little girl.” said one of the women that was with the group in a nasty tone as she curled her lip at Evalyn. Feeling annoyed at their nasty attitude Ev began to stand up from her seat. They were just like Flash just older and it bothered her greatly to see them playing a prank on a teenager who was sleeping. It wasn’t right and she wasn’t going to stay quiet just because they were older than her.

“I said leave him alone!” Ev snapped in a hiss and the two women glared daggers at her from their spot on the outer circle of the group.

“Honey, sit down and shut up.” snapped the other woman who was standing next to Peter’s spot on the bench seat.

“What are you guys, children? Playing pranks on teenagers? C’mon! Grow up!” snapped Ev as she now stood slightly in front of Peter’s long legs and closer to the grown man who had placed the bottle on his forehead.

Suddenly Peter sprang up from his spot on the bench knocking the bottle of beer towards the group making it smash on the ground as the group all jumped back. Ev was gently pushed back towards the subway car doors next to the seat as Peter managed to hang from the ceiling of the subway car? Ev stared at him with wide eyes as she watched Peter’s fingers stick to the ceiling as if he had sticky glue on them. Tilting her head to the side she watched as Peter surveyed the subway car quickly taking in everything. His eyes finally landed on her and he instantly relaxed and fell from the ceiling to land on his feet, which made Ev raise an eyebrow since Peter was prone to being clumsy.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked gently as he stepped over to her before there was a loud call from the main guy from the group.

“Hey! You got beer all over my girl!” he shouted at Peter making both Ev and Peter look over at him. Ev huffed angrily as she glared at the man heatedly. She grabbed onto Peter’s forearms and leaned towards the man.

“You shouldn’t have put the bottle on his head then! Actions have consequences asshole!” she snapped at him while still glaring at him.

“Hey shut your mouth! Get your girl under control!” yelled the man and Ev felt the anger flush through her body at his words.

“Get me under control?! Shut my mouth?! You’re a piece of sh-” Ev began to growl out before Peter sidestepped her and stood in front of her protectively. He then took a step forward and placed a hand on the woman who had beer dumped all over her shirt.

“Hey look man, I’m really sorry about that.” Peter said, trying to calm the whole situation as he shook his hand on the woman’s shoulder. Ev peeked around Peter’s body to see him staring surprised at his hand as he tried to pull it away from the woman’s shirt. She watched as the shirt stuck to his hand when he pulled away from her, tilting her head to the side her brain tried to process what was going on.

“What are you doing? Let go!” the man shouted and Ev watched as Peter tried to let go of the woman’s shirt.

“I’m trying man. I’m trying. Trust me.” Peter said hurriedly and Ev watched as the man grew angrier before stepping forward and pushing Peter away from the woman. Ev gasped as she watched Peter jerk backwards with the shirt still stuck to his hand. Her eyes darted over Peter’s hand which was relaxed in an open palm and still had the shirt stuck to it as if there was sticky glue on it. Ev stepped a little closer to get a better look of Peter’s hand but then noticed that Peter was trying to let go of the pole that he had grabbed onto when the man shoved him. Ev turned to watch as Peter stared at the pole almost in a daze as he tried to let go of it.

Just then Ev saw the man begin to charge Peter in anger to possibly retaliate against him. Ev gripped onto the railing on the seat in anticipation as she watched the man speed towards Peter. She thought for sure that he was going to plow into Peter but at the last moment Peter dodged him and the man flew onto the bench seat further down the subway car.

“I’m so sorry man!” Peter called out as he held a hand out in a gesture to show regret. Ev looked over at Peter in surprise and with wide eyes as he looked at her as well with shock written all over his face.

Just then the rest of the group began to charge at Peter from behind him. Ev gasped loudly as Peter quickly flung his legs upwards to stop the second guy from attacking him. While Peter was on the floor from the second guy another one approached him and tried to grab his legs but Peter kicked him back making him fall on the floor with a loud thud. Peter effortlessly jumped back to his feet and faced off with the last guy from the group. Ev gripped the railing tightly and Peter shook his head to let her know to stay in place. The guy looked at Peter and then down at his skateboard before looking back up, Ev’s heart plummeted in her chest and she shook her head at the man.

“C’mon man, not my board.” Peter groaned out lowly and Ev gasped once more as Peter held up just his forearm to stop the skateboard from hitting him. When it splintered and snapped in half from just hitting his forearm she sucked in a harsh breath in surprise. She didn’t even feel the pieces of the skateboard hitting her in the face and scratching her cheeks. That man was knocked to the ground with a well timed punch to the gut before another was up and trying to attack Peter once more.

Soon Peter was hanging upside down on the pole before snapping the pole from the floor and ceiling attachments and holding it in between his legs. Ev jerked back as the main guy from the group and the second guy approached Peter at the same time to try and ambush him. But just stood up and both guys were hit by the pole in between the legs making them bend at the waist in pain. Peter turned with the pole attached to his hand still and hit both guys in the head knocking them to the floor.

Peter looked around in shock with his hand raised to his mouth and Ev shook her head as she heard the subway conductor announce that Coney Island was the last and final stop. She whipped her head up to the speaker in confusion before looking at Peter who stared at her still shocked.

“C’mon grab your board and backpack we’re getting out of here.” Ev instructed him as the pole unstuck itself from his hand and fell to the floor with a loud clanging sound. Peter nodded his head and flung the ripped shirt to the lady cowering away from him before grabbing his backpack and broken skateboard.

The two of them quickly rushed out of the subway car and ran for the steps to get as far away from the group as possible. When they came up to the street Peter groaned loudly and Ev looked over at him curiously.

“What is it?” she asked him and he shook his head at her question.

“I didn’t mean to get us this far from home. Or to start a fight on the subway.” he said as he hung his head. Ev shrugged her shoulders then nudged him with her shoulder as she walked beside him with a soft smile on her face.

“Just means we get to spend more time together and you can walk me home.” she teased him and he scoffed at her softly as he looked over at her. Suddenly grabbed her cupped her face in between his two hands as his eyes darted over her face making the two of them stop on the sidewalk.

“You’re hurt.” he said softly as he gently brushed a thumb across her cheek making her wince slightly. “Oh geez Ev. I’m so sorry.” he husked out softly and Ev looked up at him with wide eyes. She felt the warmth of his hands along her face and she could feel her body starting to melt into his as she swayed closer to him. “Ev.” he said softly and she blinked her eyes rapidly for a moment, clearing the fog from her brain that came with his touch. Placing her hands over his she smiled softly up at him.

“I’m okay, I promise. You protected me and kept me away from them when they started to fight with you.” she said softly and Peter gazed deeply into her eyes for a quiet moment before nodding his head. “But we need to talk about how you were able to stick to the ceiling like sticky splat.” she said and Peter burst out in laughter at her words.

“Sticky splat?” he asked as he doubled over in laughter. “Seriously Ev?! Sticky splat??”

“What?! You want me to say the obvious then?! You stuck to the ceiling like a spider Pete!” she cried incredulously and Peter stared at her with a weird expression on his face.

“No Ev. C’mon it’s not like a spider!” he argued shaking his head vehemently and Ev nodded her head in response.

“Then how do you explain it?! Peter, your hand was stuck to that woman’s shirt!” she insisted as she began waving her arms about her body trying to make him understand the seriousness of the situation. Peter shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest, already growing stubborn with her insistence.

“Ev I’m not some spider mutant. I don’t even know I got bit by one of the spiders at the lab. The robot arm was killing them.” Peter argued and Ev shook her head.

“Survival of the fittest Peter. Just because you saw some of the spiders being killed by the robot arm.” She began to reason out trying to explain to him.

“All of them.” he interjected and Ev huffed frustratedly at him before continuing to speak.

“Some of them, doesn’t mean that all of them were killed. Turn around then let me see the bite mark.” she insisted and Peter shook his head stubbornly as he kept his front to her not letting her get around him to see his bite mark. “Peter Parker!” she snapped angrily as her hands flew to her hips in aggravation making Peter chuckle softly at her image.

“I’m fine Ev. It was just sweat that got sticky. It’s no big deal.” he insisted as he leaned close to her, bending slightly at the waist so that he was face to face with her. He watched delightedly as she blinked rapidly at him in silence, he knew caught her off guard and she was now scrambling to remember where she had left off. “I promise if I wake up tomorrow with six more legs and encased in a cocoon you can take me to the hospital.” he said firmly and Ev scoffed at him.

“Spiders don’t make cocoons for themselves stupid.” she gripped out and Peter laughed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“That’s what you focus on?! I said I could grow six more legs and you focus on the cocoon? Gotta get your priorities straight Ev. C’mon let’s get home, I’m pretty sure Aunt May and Uncle Ben are going to kill me.” he said as he continued to laugh at her while guiding her down the street back towards their home.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 years

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It’s The Avengers (03x15)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 15: Not All Rainbows

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: did someone just go and tell the otp about the otp?

Word Count: you know that feeling when you have had a bad experience on some project or assignment or homework before. And you know that thing is going to come around again next month or something like that. And you just age yourself by giving yourself anxiety by thinking everything that could go worse in that area. Yeah. So, I kinda shut that off for a few hours and wrote this.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

An ice pack sits partially on the sofa’s arm and partially on the head that is being knocked softly- but repeatedly- by its designated owner. The fist taps that forehead with the vigour of a dedicated hammer that is softly checking the tensile strength of its mettle. The second camera takes the liberty to zoom in on Tony’s face that has the tension the size of the Alps looming over his head. Other spectators sit around, going about their activities with their five senses while the sixth was stuck on Tony. One camera panned on Wanda’s figure standing in the kitchenette, stirring her coffee cautiously, locking eyes with the lens.

Wanda: Only if you could see the monstrous cloud looming over his head. *stretches the corner of her lips* It’s made less of anger and more of worry and embarrassment. *blinks and furrows her brows* And choco-chip ice cream for some reason. *shrugs* Though I'm just glad that nothing was broken or smashed today. *stops midway* *raises her index finger* Although...

Scott: *glows inside out with a big smile stuck on his red face* *swings from side to side in the chair* Huh? What? *shakes head* Nothing. Just *inhales* I'm worried about Tony *continues to smile*

"So-" Steve took the first step and everyone held their breath- "now we know why we weren't able to reach Carol before. She is clearly...kinda...sorta stuck right where Y/N and Loki are? I think the kids are safe now." "Oh? The kids are safe? I must have missed the scene where they returned home with another weird pet," Tony remarked monotonously with his eyes still closed. Peter leaned in towards Scott. "So Loki is one of the 'kids' now." Both the shippers fist-bumped discreetly before looking all serious. The camera swivelled right towards Wanda, who shared a look of bewilderment while pointing at the joy of the shippers who were clearly not reading Tony's wavelength. And Tony was not the only one on the wavelength. There in the corner on the dining table, Clint sat lost in some thought so deep that his resting face was now a resting bitch face while he dipped his arrows in tiny bottles- the purpose of which only he knew- and handled them like his own babies. "You still have to find a way to stab him with these," Natasha was quick to mention as she walked towards her friend and sat opposite him. "Oh, I'll find a way. I was in his head too, remember," Clint pointed out. "He completely underestimates me." "Hmm," she scrunched her nose, "just remove that itch-like thing on your neck before you go after him though." "Where?" He asked as he scratched the side of his neck with the end of his arrow, his furrowed brows suddenly releasing themselves at the dawn of realisation before disappearing from the camera frame to fall down from the seat with a thud. "Told you not to wipe both ends with the same cloth," she muttered while wistfully looking down at an unconscious Hawkeye.

That One Steamy Dungeon™ No one knew how, when or why Lulu was sitting there in Carol's lap like he knew her for ages. No one knew why Carol was stroking him with the back of her fingers while her eyes were stuck on you like two magnetic poles finding that one direction and sticking to it. And you genuinely did not know why you could not stop looking at Carol. All of Carol Danvers. Especially her lips. "What?" Carol finally dismissed the silence with one casual word. "Ag-sa-wuu-you're looking beautiful," was what you came up with. Loki stared at Lulu's camera with one long blink of...slowed surprise. The buzzing camera caught all three of you sitting in the returning silence over dried hay, looking at each other before you scooched down a little to hide the embarrassment visible over your face.

You: *whisper* W-well, she does look pretty despite all the dirt she's lying in. I mean *violently points at Carol in the background* look at her!!! How can someone look sooooo fucking beautiful??? *lick your lips* Except for Loki of course. That dude is on a whole another level.

Carol threw a shirt over Loki's face from her backpack. "Weren't your looks enough this time?" "Wasn't your hairstyle enough this time?" came the retort. You sat there in the middle, your eyes moving between both of them to calculate this new chemistry you were seeing. The camera caught you pulling your legs closer to your chest. "I didn't know you two were so...close to each other."

Javier: *signing* Why? *Furrows his brows* does that make you furious, Y/N? *wiggles his brows up and down in question* Hmm? *zooms in on his face* Hmm? *turns the camera towards the screen from which he and Green are watching the live broadcast*

"Close? I met him on one mission and this punk would have been dead had I not saved his ass back then." Carol smirked through the sentence and you did not realise any time sooner that you were staring at her, your mouth almost at the edge of drooling. "You blew my cover," Loki stressed while putting on the grey free size shirt. "And then she had the audacity to make me pay for her bar bill on the next stop," he gasped while looking at you. Javier took the opportunity to make his drone zoom at your iris, catching your pupils dilate in 4K as soon as Loki started narrating the story to you while you nodded in enthusiasm. "You do realise your ex-girlfriend wants to cut off your new girlfriend's head right this moment, right?" Carol was generous to point out while getting up and wiping off all the dirt and hay. "I'm not his girlfriend." "She's not my ex-" Both of you had the synchronisation of an orchestra. Carol took this opportunity to let her eyes pass the judgment- which played from one face to another and back for sheer entertainment.

Carol: *shrugs* *runs her hand through her pixie cut hair* Priorities, I guess. *nods*

"Anyways," Loki tried to cut this weird air surrounding the three of them that apparently Lulu was the only one enjoying, rubbing himself all around Carol's leg, "do you have a plan to get out of here?" "Of course," Carol simply jerked her shoulders, "punch my way through." You blinked at the camera.

You: Is that why they are called Captain? It has to be, right?

You shook your head and looked around in the ground, leaving Loki to do the bickering on your part as well. "Well, Miss one-punch woman, this time you are not the only one that needs to escape." You found a stick in the corner. It seemed to be made of the same ashen wood that Aellae sat on in her throne room. "We have tiny mortals to save too." Carol chuckled. You raised the stick your eye level, feeling the weight in your hands when suddenly your eyes grow wide and your mouth turns into a horror-filled 'O' "What? Where is the comedy?" A violent grunt came from your lungs, turning both Carol and Loki into attack and defence mode in your direction. Lulu's camera caught you taking the stick out of the orc's stomach. The dull creature blankly looked at the blood turning into sparks flying against the gravity before slowly consuming the whole creature, taking him with them. The next twenty seconds were a pause on every breath. You finally turned around, the stick still in your hand. "Did I kill him?" you asked in a whisper. Loki and Carol shared a glance. "It was just a bruise" Loki shoved your concern away with his hands. "He's in heaven now," Carol sang. "He was a bad guy, right?" "Yes," both of them nearly shouted. "It's good that he disappeared. You helped the universe get rid of a bad guy," Loki clapped his hands before give you an awkward thumbs up. You blinked at both of them. The smile eroding on your lips slowly turned the duo uncomfortable. "Good." Was all you said for your stature completely transformed. "Because that felt..." you did not finish the sentence, clearly concerning your company. Well, Lulu seemed to like whatever vibes you were giving off. “Y/N,” Loki pretty much sang your name cautiously, slowly lifting his hands in the air to have a word with you to process whatever you were feeling. But you were already running outside with the most suspicious giggle the room had ever heard. Carol even shivered a bit to shake it off of her.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run

The one buzzing drone in the hallway caught the slow-motion emotion of you walking into the hallway with the ash stick in your hand like a gun- locked and loaded- with something fierce burning in your eyes. Behind you Loki was trying to catch up with the adrenaline rush you were feeling, calling out your name to stop you. Carol was close behind, cheering you on as much as she could.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

The orcs didn’t even seek you out. One of the reasons was the fact that you were running towards them first, swinging your arms with as much force as your body allowed, screaming your lungs out and jumping with fueled excitement whenever they went up in flames. Loki had to take a moment out of those crucial seconds to look at you. To look at that animalistic look in your eyes. Pausing for a millisecond to consciously question whether to admire it or fear it, he almost smiled. He might have stood there for a few seconds more had he not felt the blue plasmic force run by his side to destroy the one orc aiming for you from your blindside.

It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his longjohns on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft)

"Seriously?!" He shouted at the glowing Captain who flew past him. "Catch up. Catch up!" she teased him while leaving a trail of bodies in her way. "ANARCHYYYYYY!!!!!!!" You howled as you ran, following your new crush. Loki sighed, his head trying to hang as low as possible as he looked at the sleek shackles around his wrists. Breathing in a lungful, he grabbed the nearest iron rail from the window looking out at the barren mountains and bent it till it broke in his flexing hand. "Is this why I am still alive?" He whispered to himself while continuing to walk in the direction you just dashed in.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

Throne Room Aellae sat on the ash throne frozen in thought when one of her underlings interrupted her daydreaming with its presence. "What?" She did not disguise her displeasure. There has been a mishap on the laboratory floor, my lady." Her body automatically shifted on her seat. "Four guards are dead. The source is unknown." "Is it the woman?" "No, my lady. I just checked up on her after locking Master Loki up." "Then who is it?" "We are yet to find out. My lady." "Then why are you wasting my time by standing here and doing nothing about it?" The skinny elf-like underling bowed down to her and scurried in the opposite direction. It had reached the entrance of the throne room when a weak scream left its lungs and it stepped back- falling down in the process- to make way for the uninvited guest. The poise on Aellae's face took a turn as she looked at the person casually sauntering in her direction, never realising when she got up. "Oh, don't stand on my account," White mentioned breezily with a smirk, coming to a halt right in the middle of the room. "Zune." She called out the name like spitting a curse. "It's been a while, my least favourite Witch of the West Galactica." Zune smiled his precious smile, standing bright in stark contrast to his dull surroundings. "Last time we met, you were grovelling on the floor, begging for mercy in front of the Silver Court, asking them not to punish you for the endless crimes you committed in the last century." The composure was evidently crumbling away in little pieces. Aellae's stone-like glare was slowly turning into fast blinks. Her usually unruffled breaths were now a mocked laugh. "And the court decided to send you to arrest me? Where is the rest of the coven?" She pretended to guess before snapping her pale fingers. "Oh, right. I burned them all. Poor boys. J'uke, Fae and Mi'in were still so young." Zune huffed and smiled. "Hmm. They were really young when they fought you, weren't they? And to answer your question, no. The court did not send me here." Now this made Aellae burst into laughter. "So, you are here for revenge? For your mates?" Licking his teeth, he bit his lip and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, all the playfulness in his feature draining out with every passing second. "I am just here to clean up the mess that you made. But they are the ones who are here for revenge." Taking a step back, Zune gave Aellae a few seconds to realise that they are not the only ones in this room. And just when it dawns upon her, she sees the rest of the 'coven' come out of the shadows, surrounding her from every probable escape route this place could have. "Fae," she whispered with a deep-rooted horror in her throat, backing up into her throne when she looked at the familiar red figure walking towards her. "When you were setting us up on fire-" Fae carried no empathy in his eyes as he moved closer with every step- "you forgot that you cannot make Gods made up of ancient stars disappear when you please." Every cell in Fae's body vibrated with a demonic aura that made the witch go down on her knees. Her breaths shook and her eyes watered. The claustrophobia resulting from just his presence made it hard for her to breathe. "No," she shook her head, trying her best to mask her fear. "No. This cannot be. I destroyed you. I destroyed the senate. I destroyed everything that stood in my path. I cannot fail this time. This world needs to kneel before my power. That God needs to kneel before me. NO!!" The six looked at their leader to begin the ceremony. "Aellae of the covens abandoned, child of the dark refugees, you are hereby sent to the endless pits of the universe for your crimes against the creatures of the universe." The screams of the witch echoed throughout the castle till every last ounce of life in her voice could be heard fading away by the other group at the far end of the other wing. By the time Carol arrived, all that was left were the seven boys and a pile of ash resting by the throne. “That was fast,” she did not refrain from mentioning, “I thought it would take more than that to get her to give up.” Zune shrugged. “Well, it was easy because we had you and your friends this time. She did not have much to distract us with, unlike the last time she was in prison.” Carol smiled a kind smile at them. “I hope they didn’t give you any trouble?” Fae stretched the corner of his lips. “When you first called us to go around the universe to look for a human, we were a little sceptical. But we were glad to have met her.” “Especially Zune,” Mi’in quipped, earning a yank by the ear from the leader. “Thank you for protecting her.” “No biggie. We would have protected her even if you didn’t tell us to.” Carol furrowed her brows at the statement. “Because Loki had already asked us for that favour,” Zune mentioned, clearing any doubts, “and we owed him from way back.” Feeling the ‘ah’ of a satisfactory conclusion coming on her face, she stopped midway to hear your scream turn louder the second you got closer till you turned the corner to enter the hall with your stick, forcing yourself to stop your lungs from going any further than that. “Oh,” you straightened your stance, giving up on the attack position as soon as you realised there was no more threat, “looks like you guys already cleaned the place.” “You almost sound disappointed,” J’uke stressed, judging by your disapproval of the lack of bad guys. Loki stepped in next, clearly having taken care of whatever tried to attack them from the back. "She hurt my friend. I at least wanted to watch her burn," you simply shrugged. Fae patted your head softly. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." He smiled the most ridiculously comforting smile. "How?" You whined, "you guys already finished her." All the seven boys, Loki and Carol shared a look with each other while you stomped her foot in the ground while staring daggers at the pile of ashes. "Yeah-" Zune blurted out, scratching an itch in the back of his neck- "we definitely, for sure, totally killed her. Like-" he pretended to chop the air with his hand- "so smooth." Everyone nodded in agreement. Our elder boys of the group supported their leader while Carol gave them soft applause. Loki gave them a thumb's up.

You: *turning away from the scene in the background where everyone now sits outside the castle having a chat with each other* Aww *smile widely* it feels so good to watch them get along like that!! *start staring in the distance* *smile still stuck on your face* I wish my family could get along this well too. You know. *tilt your head* If all of them got along with Loki, I feel like half of the world's problems would vanish just like that. *watch Javier sign something to you* What? Merch store? *reads some more* Manga?? *looks closely at Javier as he continues to sign* Fanfi-what does any of it have to do with Loki? *camera pans in on your confused innocent face*

"Here's my little monster!" Carol talked in a tone that one used on babies while stroking a very excited Lulu. "Who's a scary boy! Who's a scary boy!!! You are!!! Yes!! You are!!!" You chuckled, watching Lulu enjoy the love and attention from the Captain, bumping his head with hers, wiggling in her lap before settling down in her arms, his adrenaline going down. "Who's that?" Carol asked him, pointing at you. Lulu chirped. "And who's mamma's boy?" Lulu chirped again. "Aaaand who's gonna protect mamma from bad guys?" Lulu growled. And then he chirped again, hiding his faceless husk hairy face in his paws. "Oh my God, he growls!!!!" you gasped. "Oh, he is got a lot more to show you, mamma! Give him time." You sat down next to Carol and stroked a yawning Lulu, who was now making biscuits in her arms. "This one's helped me a lot through this weird, fatal, dreamy galactic trip," you mentioned wistfully. The camera- as well as Carol- noticed how your brows furrowed slightly before your teeth bit down on your lower lip and you turned your gaze up to search for something in the rocky terrain before finally resting on Loki. Carol watched this subtle shift, patiently spectating how Loki too was stealing glances your way while having some serious looking chat with the boys.

The boys and Loki: *standing in the grey terrain like a bunch of Gods modelling for luxury hair products* Loki: It's spelt Z-U-K-O Zune: You named a dog after the fire God? Loki: Wha-no. It was all her *points at you*. Apparently, Coco was a bit too mushy for her. Something about 'Zuko reminding her of a guy who was in his redemption arc right now'. Whatever that means. Zune: *looked at the camera panning in on his face*

"So, you wanna go back now?" Carol asked you, her hands still busy stroking a purring Lulu. You inhaled to answer but felt yourself turning to look at Loki. Carol noticed it too. "Of course. H-how, long will it take?" you scratched your forehead. "We were actually pretty close to getting Loki free of his...cuffs. And I'm sure two powerful beings is always better than one." Carol chuckled and nodded. "Tell you what-" she took your hand in hers, something that you were not expecting- "I will go and take care of a couple of things for our return journey. Till then-" she stroked your hand- "you find out for yourself. Whatever it is that you're looking for." That gentle tone and those cryptically simple words changed some spectrum of the emotions on your face. You stared at her for a long while with your mouth agape. "What are you talking about?" Your breath asked in exasperation. "Cuffs, I guess?" she proposed softly with a knowing smirk. You forced out a laugh. "I have no idea what you're talking about," You chuckled and found yourself looking back at Loki again.

The boys- well, at a few of them- tried to calm down the God who seemed to be picking up a rock from the ground. "Okay now-" Gin, our green jellybean, raised his hands- "let's all calm down and talk about this." "Yeah, yeah. How about we all go to the nearest oasis and have a cup of starry vodka and discuss how we are all alive. Right, Mi'in?" Me'isri, sweet yellow candy boy suggested casually. "Right," Loki nearly sang. His every step towards the boys made them retreat two. "We should be happy that the witch is gone for now. What could we possibly have had to do with her anyway? Hm? What's that? Oh! She was the one who stole my essence you say?" "Look," Ho, the sky blue cheery lad was suddenly not feeling so cheery at all, "we did not know-" "You numbnuts were the one who told me that!" Loki was practically hissing through his teeth right now, his steps breaking into a jog that was letting out some potential screams waiting in some lungs. Lulu was having a gala time just jumping in whichever direction the boys ran into as Loki chased them.

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