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The Intern: Busy work

With Gotham's Rogues on a hiatus, the field work has dwindled. To Y/N's dismay and Gordan's relief, it's time to complete the historic topographic map online inventory. However, despite how boring this task may be, Y/N discovers an interesting tidbit about Bruce Wayne.

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gordan whistles to himself as he heats up his leftovers for lunch. The smell of lasagna floods the room. Note to self: befriend Barbara Gordan. Every time the Detective's daughter visits, Gordan has the best smelling food. I flip through the maps in silent jealousy.

This is the third time this week that I have eaten peanut butter out of a jar for lunch. I need to go grocery shopping... Bad. I add a map to the completed file after scanning it. Pulling the next map from the pile, I notice something.

Frowning, I glance between the 1990's map and the 1980's map. The elevation in this area changed significantly in this decade. Huh... That's weird. That doesn't make sense with this suburban sprawl. Mining isn't common in this area. It's not a sink hole... Taking a closer look, the key displays a cave system. Caves don't shift that dramatically in a decade. It's almost as if it underwent heavy construction. Weird... Glancing at the landowner name, I freeze.

Bruce Wayne.

Under closer inspection, I realize this elevation change occured less than 10 yards from Wayne Manor.

Why would Bruce Wayne mess with an underground cave system?

Gently, I fold the maps and refile them in the cabinet. Gordan munches on a piece dove chocolate from across the room. I consider my options.

Out of loyalty for an old friend, I say nothing. Everyday I learn something new about Bruce Wayne. For the first time in my life, I decide to mind my own business.... For now.

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The Intern: The Laughing Fish

Gotham harbor buzzes with energy this morning. Fishermen compete for the best catch. Dozens of workers prep the yachts for their bosses rich escapades. Even the seagulls are hard at work today, eagerly searching the docks for their next meal. A perfect image of regular people living their lives. Unfortunately if we've been called, then something must be going horribly wrong. Judging from the crowd of distressed fishermen forming towards the end of the boardwalk, my gut feeling was right.

As I draw near the distressed crowd, a familiar voice rises above the rest.

"We are sending our best people to look into this. Keep an eye out for a press conference by the end of today." Detective Gordon addresses the crowd.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of anger.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm going to brutalize that clown!"

"God, I hate this city."

Behind the greying Detective stands a very sour looking Dr. Harris. I maneuver my way through the crowd next to him.

"Dr." I greet from behind.

Dr. Harris says nothing while attempting to catch a slippery fish.

"How adept are you at evolutionary biology?" He eventually asks through the sweat beating down his face.

"I dabble..." I respond growing closer to peer over his shoulder.

Dr. Harris grabs a fish with his bare hands. Before I can move the wiggling vertebrate leaps from his hands directly at my face.

"Catch it!" Dr. Harris hisses.

The flying tang leaves a wet trail across my cheek before dropping into my hands. The poor fish fights with everything it has to get away. Against all odds, I manage to wrangle the wiggle worm into a somewhat sturdy position in my palms.

Once the fish slows a bit, I notice something. The fish is smiling. A big yellow toothy smile with a red outline that one could mistake for lips. The external scales have turned a peculiar, yet familiar shade of pearly white. Both the pelvic fin and the pectoral fin have developed into a contrasting shade of dark green.

If I didn't know any better, I would say it looked like-

"Joker..." A voice growls interrupting my thoughts.

Turning to face our new arrival, I almost laugh at what I see. Batman's suit looks a little goofy in the morning heat. Sweat drips down his cowl to create a slight shimmer. Dr. Harris immediately begins explaining our situation to the Caped Crusader.

"This batch came in last night. We don't know how or why. The working hypothesis is that this may be a side effect of the Jokers latest toxin."

"Is it deadly?" Batman questions eyeing the gasping fish in my hands.

"Not to the fish. We should get the test results back by noon if we start soon."

Batman nods.

"Let me know what you find out."

I take pity on the fish and throw it back with the rest. Most of my life I've struggled with asthma: I know the feeling.

"What would he have to gain from this?" I wonder aloud.

Turning to the Dark Knight, I am stunned to realize there is nobody there. Batman disappeared. Doing a 360, I notice a dark figure hiding in the shadows on the nearest boat.

Huh.. Maybe the dark suit doesn't look so dumb in the daylight after all.

Dr. Harris smiles at me for the first time. My heart pounds. This can't be good.

"Didn't you say that you liked smoothies?"

Why does this feel like a test? I nod slowly.

"I hope you didn't eat anything too heavy this morning. We'll need to prep quite a bit of samples."

I narrow my eyes. Samples are typically liquid. How would we make fish.... Oh my God... This cannot be happening.

"Don't we need to test the water for excess nutrients? We don't want an algae bloom to form from the toxin."

There's a glint that forms underneath his unnecessarily large glasses.

"All in good time dear. We can worry about that after lunch."

Hoisting the barrel of Joker fish into the bed of his pick up truck, Dr. Harris teases down at me.

"After we prep those samples, how about fish and chips? I'm having a craving."

The Intern: Gotham x reader

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

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The Intern (Day one)

Working for the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection is not for the weak of heart. Follow along for a day in the life of Gotham’s newest environmental intern.

What did he say in the interview? “We typically don’t take interns.” With each slippery stride through god knows what, I think I understand why. Who’s takes the intern on a tour of the sewer on their first day?

I don’t complain though; Dr. Harrison is not kind to complainers. If you can ignore the horrendous smell and the suits ability to become a sauna within a couple steps, it is really just like any other job. My boss calls over his shoulder.

“You brought that pepper spray right?”

I pause for a moment to adjust my suit.

“Yes sir.”

Why would they create a hazardous waste suit with such narrow eye holes? Fumbling with my mask, I stumble straight into a surprisingly solid member of my group.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize backing away.

Pulling my arms out of the external sleeves, I manage to wipe out the fogged up interior goggles. Once my field of vision clears, my heart drops.

The scales draw my attention first. In the dark, they shimmer and shine against the waste water. I’ve never seen anything like it. The hulking figure peers down at me with eyes that glow yellow in the dark.

When I was a kid, I used to love Animal planet. It didn’t matter how cruel the animal kingdom was; I was enthralled learning about it. Crocodiles have the strongest jaws in the animal kingdom. They can cut through bone… easily.

Trying to ignore the vivid image of a crocodile crushing a pigs skull on network television, I smile awkwardly underneath all my layers. He has a skin condition; this is a human man.

“I didn’t see you there. Thank you for steadying me.”

The prehistoric looking man regards me with curiosity. He is human…A human with razor sharp claws that have allegedly skewered other humans for dinner…Nobody’s perfect?

Before I can contemplate what my skull would sound like getting snapped in half, Dr. Harrison interrupts the silence.

“Waylon, meet our newest intern. You two will be running into each other quite a bit this summer.”

Hesitantly, I reach out my trembling hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Jones. I hope to see you around.”

The reptilian eyes regard me with suspicion. In a swift motion, Killer Croc’s scaled hand envelops mine in a slightly painful shake.

“The last one said the same thing before I had to pick them out of my teeth.”

Oh god. A loud burst of nervous laughter explodes from my chest.

“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary. I carry floss on me.”

Both men flash incredulous glances my way.

This is going to be a long summer.

The Intern: Gotham x reader

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

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leo valdez with a breeding kink… i’d literally give that man anything he wants 😫

OHHHHHH FUCK ME. I WANNA KISS YOU ON BOTH CHEEKS FOR THIS ONE. Leo does not realize he has a breeding kink until it hits him like a fucking semitruck. you're with some family and friends at a little get together, and you end up looking after a baby cousin to give their parents a break. you have the kiddo on your lap while you chat with your friend, and when Leo gets back with drinks he nearly drops them. Boom. Light switch on, breeding kink in full force. He doesn't even realize what's happening, not quite yet, but all he knows is that it's going to take every ounce of self control he has to wait until the party's over. after a physically painful eternity that he suspects is his eternal punishment from the gods worse than pushing a boulder or being strapped to a boulder or holding up a planet sized boulder (it's maybe an hour and a half max) you're finally on your way home. He nearly pulls an irish goodbye just to get his beautiful beautiful hands on you sooner, and Leo is NOT the type to leave without at least a dozen hugs and cheek kisses and leftovers and plans to meet up next time, so you know something must be going on with him. the only reason he doesn't fuck you in the car (and he is this fucking close) is because he knows that he wants to take his time with you. Also, he can get pretty vocal. Also so can you. (anyone would with him jfc) so he keeps his hand on your thigh while he drives. He rubs it, inches it up higher and higher, higher than he ever has outside the bedroom until he's practically fingering you in the passenger seat. Honestly you wouldn't complain if he did. The sound of your flustered, surprised giggle when he pick you up and carries you into your house over his shoulder, all unga bunga like something primal has woken up inside him. And it has. When he lays you down on your bed which is still descheveled from the fun you'd had that morning, when he kisses you like he's hungry and strips you down like he's unwrapping a christmas present, neither of you know what's gotten into him yet. But he knows one thing for damn sure.

There's no way in hell he's pulling out tonight. Or ever again, if he's being honest.

So really, you'll both find out what's gotten into him (and you) in about nine months

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Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

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(P/R) Justice League x reader

*reader, who just woke up, walks in with their face covered in lipstick kisses*

Superman: what happened to your face? Did you do that?

*camera turns to WonderWoman*

WonderWoman with the red lipstick on: I did not do that

Green Arrow also with lipstick: then who did?

Flash with the thickest lipstick on: yeah, who?

*Insert a confused reader and Batman, who looks at them disapprovingly as they howl with laughter*

(A/n: For fun purposes only, before I actually go and write the next chapter of this 😭 This sanerio can be viewed as romantic or platonic! Whatever you want ◡̈ )

(inspired by this tiktok sound)

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Young Batsis getting sent back to the past and gets lost in JHall and starts looking for their father Bruce Wayne: DAD? DAD?!

Bruce wearing his Batman Suit as he stands on the side: *recognizes young batsis and goes to pick them up*

Young Batsis: *Looks weirdly at Batman* No you're not him, DAD! *before walking away*

On lookers (Justice League, Batfam and whoever's there) : *Tries to not laugh*

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hey, mickey!

Description: Y/N Wayne meets a boy when looking for her father on the Watchtower.

Warnings: none, fluff

Word Count: 0.4k

Should Y/N have been roaming around the Watchtower looking for her father? Probably not, but the Waynes weren't known for their decision-making skills. In fact, they were known for their detective skills which Y/N also lacked.

"Can I help you?" A voice, who sounded to be around her age. Y/N turned around and was surprised to see one of her favorite superheroes. His face mask was hidden, and she could see the handsome boy in the suit.

"Oh, you're Blue Beetle," Y/N said remembering what she read about him in her father's file. Well, it was Damian's file that Bruce took before lecturing him about not having a file on your teammates. Typical hypocrite Bruce behavior.

"How do you know that?" He and the scarab were on high alert.

"Well, the suit with a blue beetle on it is kinda a giveaway but can you help find my dad?" Y/N gestured and Jaime looked down before remembering what his suit looked like.

"Who's your dad?" Jaime asked while trying to cover up his slight embarrassment.

"Batman," Y/N said in a fake gravely voice which earned a small chuckle from Jaime.

"You're Damian's sister. He never stops talking about you and I've seen you on the news," His eyes widened, and realized that he might meet the end of Damian's sword if he continued this conversation. With the way that Y/N was batting her lashes, his possible death may have been worth it.

"Oh, well did you like what you saw?" Y/N saw an opportunity to flirt and took it. It was hard dating people who weren't a hero and Jaime was adorable.

"Y/N?" Bruce said surprised that his daughter made her way to the watchtower, especially considering she was his only civilian child.

"Hi, Dad. I brought you lunch or dinner. I don't know what time it is," Telling time was hard in space. Also, she had yet to see one clock in the entire time that she had been lost on the Watchtower. It was just a sea of endless stars and space.

"Beetle," Bruce said in a dismissive tone. He didn't know what occurred between his daughter and the teenage hero but he was certain that he didn't like it.

"I'll be leaving now," Jaime backed away slowly from the father-daughter duo.

"Bye, Jaime," His name sounded heavenly when falling from her tongue. The scarab belittled him for an increase in his heart rate and Jaime made a mental note to explain what a crush was.

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plis go depth in Justice League twinkie I beg you

okay, I didn't think you guys would like twinkie!bae so much. I blame @prettyvintageafternoon for this! Also, I too would love to have the Justice League as my personal harem.

General Twinkie!Bae HC's

As for how bae landed in this position, let's say she was an exotic dancer for a club that fronted as a drug ring. A bit small for the Justice League's involvement but the DOJ requested help. She's used to alluring men and women but the heavy hitters of the Justice League was different.

Now all of them were clearly attracted to her and thought she was beautiful. However, when Bruce suggests that he wants to take her on a date, everyone goes up in arms.

"Well, it's not like we can keep her on the WatchTower right?"Hal joked.

However, a switch went off in Bruce's brain and he devised a plan. What if he (Batman) hired her services for the Justice League? She'd be paid for her time and she'd be taken care of romantically, sexually, and any other way she needed.

Y/N took the job.

What she didn't account for was the sexual appetites of superheroes. They were supposed to be all goody-goody but she was often railed into the fifth dimension.

After an adjustment period and a lot of birth control, twinkie!bae discovered and opened everyone's kinks. She had a chart and kept track of who liked what.

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I hope you had a very Merry Christmas 😃 I spent mine with my remaining family and had lots of fun 😁

I love Twinkie!Bae so much 🥰 Assuming the JL celebrates holidays like Christmas, would any of them give her a gift or just good Christmas loving? 😍

@sacredwarrior - sorry this is late but it's still december so it's we'll pretend it's still Christmas.

Okay, I think there'd be like the corporate Christmas party that the Justice League has for morale purposes. This is the one that the public gets to see and everyone's there from like the z-list heroes to sidekicks. Twinkie!Bae has the option of showing up to this one but she doesn't have to. She has like individualized sessions with each of the core members of the league. It's not even sex with some of them. Like she knows for Bruce and Oliver, holidays might be a little hard because of the lack of parents so they get matching pajamas and watching movies. Diana grew up on an island without Christmas (i think. i'll google it later) so her gift might be a bit more neutral. J'onn might enjoy watching the classic movies: frosty, rudolph. Clark is like Christmas overload!

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Is it me or does the Justice League seem like they would benefit from one woman to just be their cute lil sex kitten? She is their number one de-stress aid! Like she can just sit on heroes' laps during meetings and they can share her during um...activities?

And she can rub their shoulders during meetings and get them coffee and snacks.

Literally, her job is just to be cute and get treated like a twinkie.

And of course, Batman makes sure she is well taken care of and compensated. 💅🏾

She also has different pet names for each hero and she is on-call whenever they need her...services. 🤣

@prettyvintageafternoon wait, i love!

Maybe a little bit of free use too. She has a uniform that she wears which is just a really short skirt and a crop top. No panties or bras allowed. She just bounces around the WatchTower until someone decides to bend her over a railing. Meetings are always fun when she's included. Most work she ever has to do is oral.

As for nicknames

Bruce- Big Daddy

Clark- Honey

Diana -Love

Oliver - Darling

Hal- Casanova

Barry- Sugar

Also here's some threesome's I think would be best to particpate in as the Justice League Twinkie:

Diana/Clark

Bruce/Clark

Bruce/Oliver

John Stewart/Shayera

Barry/ Hal

Should I go in depth on these?

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Batfanon stans will insist Jason would be an abusive boyfriend or into fucked up sex shit because he was a serial killer but coincidentally leave out that one of the people he killed was a pedophillic teacher who was csa'ing one of his student's and stated that as the reason he deserved what he was doing to him and not mention his any of his actual love interests in the comics,who were all treated well by him and started off as friends instead of instant attraction.How convienent for you🤡

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2 step guide to having a beach body!

1) Have a body.

2) Take it to the beach!

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saw @mauvecherie-writes post about lack of interaction from followers, especially as a Black woman who caters to whom she identifies with. that right there is one of the main reasons writers dwindle and become what readers view as inconsistent. like she mentioned, majority of us do this for free. the least readers can do is REBLOG! yes, hearts are nice, but it doesn’t put our work anywhere. it doesn’t get our work on other pages and feeds. liking keeps it hidden away in your account.

i personally THRIVE off of interaction and my feelings do get genuinely hurt when i see it for everybody else, particularly non-Black authors, when i am putting out quality work.

i say all that to say, don’t be half ass. support the people who are sharing their passion with you. it’s not hard.

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Ok but would we experience withdrawals??? I feel like that’s an important bit of info Peter 🤨

discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

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Crush on you

Description: Peter meets Y/N Wilson

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: None, just fluff, Sam being an over protective uncle

Peter tended not to pay attention to where he was going when rushing through the Avengers’ compound. Even with his web-slinging abilities, Peter Parker was running about fifteen minutes late to his meeting with Tony Stark. This wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t have to dodge a person around every corner.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry,” These were the immediate words Peter said as he ran into someone. Papers went on the floor and Peter landed flat on his butt.

“Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t want to go to my meeting anyway,” The stranger joked as she gathered her papers. Peter looked up as he helped gathered his papers. He had never seen a girl so beautiful in his life. She had shoulder-length butterfly locs and wore a yellow sweater with a black skirt. She looked to be around his age.

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