#anyways this man is so hot i wanna kiss him on his nonexistent lips (quite literally he doesn't have a mouth)

[rhytmrocket]

remember that idea i had of an mv of Touch-Tone Telephone by lemon demon with dr. cutlery

yeah thats not happening anytime soon but you can have this ig

[megthemewlingquim]

WATERMELON SUGAR

Summary: Breathe him in, breathe him out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: very brief smut, (public) oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: This is Chapter Two of my “Fine Line” series! This one is inspired by Watermelon Sugar, the first song I actually listened to by Harry (as a solo artist). I know he means for the meaning of this song to be open ended but come on, we all know that this song is about doing the dirty. 

I hope you like this series! If you do, please reblog and leave feedback. I heavily encourage you to listen to the album (because it’s phenomenal), or listen to each song before you read each chapter. Speaking of chapters, they will be uploaded every Sunday at 12:00 PM EST.

A NOTE: EACH CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL BE A TIME SKIP FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. NO CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL OCCUR DIRECTLY AFTER ANOTHER.

Read Chapter One, "GOLDEN", here!

Find the “Fine Line” masterlist here!

The sun shines, and the waves of the ocean crash onto the rocks and the shores of the beach. The sand is a beautiful white, and people laugh and talk as they lay on it, relishing in each others’ company.

And you are no exception to this. Loki lays beside you, on a pink blanket that you brought. He had mumbled, “I’m not laying on that,” but once he saw you lay down, he sighed, though not with annoyance, and went to join you.

“I’m not used to this heat,” he says. Black sunglasses cover his green eyes, but you can tell he has his eyes on the water in front of you. “I was born on a planet of snow. I am forever cold. But this… this feels quite nice.”

You can hear laughter and cheers from a group of people to your left. They are all dressed in bathing suits and sunglasses, and they lay on towels as well. It seems they are being well-fed as well, as they all snack on fruit — you can see some of them eating watermelon slices. As you glance over to them, you see other people, people who are not in the original group, being offered the fruits as well.

“Want some watermelon, sugar?” you ask, a grin on your face.

“Hm?” Loki asks. “What’s that?”

It takes a second for you to register it. “Wait, you’ve—” you stammer in disbelief, “you’ve never…” You stand up, looking determined. “You’ve never had watermelon? I’m getting you some.”

“Love, you don’t have to —” Loki tries to object.

“Nope, you’ve awakened my curious side. I wanna see how you like it.” You grin down at him again. “Hold on a second.” With that, you start to speed-walk down the sand.

Loki looks at you as you leave. His eyes roam all over you, and they spend a second longer on your ass than anything else. You wear a thin, small pair of bikini bottoms, and your legs are waxed and smooth.

He sighs, contentedly, laying completely on his blanket, letting the sun warm his face and his bare chest. He closes his eyes. He knows he can’t sleep, not in this midday sun, but simply resting is good enough for him now.

A cool drop of something lands on his face a few minutes later, and it startles him a bit. However, he relaxes when he realizes it’s just you standing above him, holding something in your hand. 

“Eat up, babe.”

Loki reaches up and swipes the drop of the wet something off his face. Tentatively, he licks it. “Hm,” he muses. “That’s sweet.”

“Try biting it, you’ll love it.” With a little grunt, you sit next to him again, offering him a piece of watermelon. He takes it.

After a bite and some slow chewing, he hums again in approval. “That’s nice. Quite refreshing.”

“Glad you like it,” you say cheerfully. You nod over to the party to your left. “Y’know, those people were awfully friendly. Extremely kind. Very, uh, open and cheerful. They didn’t seem to care about whether or not anyone was a stranger, they let them join anyway. It was just…” You stop, trying to search for the words. “Love all around. There was plenty of food to go around, more than just watermelons — also raspberries and blueberries. They were awfully cuddly, too.”

“Perhaps they’re on something,” Loki says smugly. “Maybe they’re all high.”

“You might think that, but maybe that’s because it’s not… not widely accepted to be cuddly and open in public.” You roll your eyes, though not at him. “Why can’t everyone just treat people with kindness?”

“You’re human. You have your faults. Those people? They might’ve just learned to move past them. We can all learn from them, can’t we?”

“Yeah,” you say. “They might also just be relishing in the fact that we can be close to each other again. Physically, I mean. I don’t know if you were here in 2020, but... uh, there was a —”

“I remember,” Loki smirks, though not at the unfortunate memories of what had happened back then. “Perhaps we can learn from them about that, too… would you like to stay here until dark, my love? We could walk around, do whatever it is you humans do in the ocean, find some supper, just spend the whole day here?”

“What’s that look on your face for?” you chuckle. “Do you have something planned?”

He gasps, faking surprise. “My darling, why would you ever think that? It’s just an innocent day at the beach. Besides, they’re not getting… too intimate.”

“What’s ‘too intimate’ supposed to mean?” you ask, a little something creeping into your head and making you smile.

He smirks but says nothing. Instead, he changes the subject. “Did you meet anybody when you went down to that group of people?”

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him. “Everyone there said hello, but I really didn’t get to talk to anyone besides this one man. He was dressed as if it were spring, not summer — he was wearing a multicolored shirt, a freakin’ vest, and some sort of jeans. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he certainly looked nice. I also liked his nails, they were colored as well.”

You look at the water as you chew your fruit. “You’d look nice with black nails, maybe even green ones.”

He hums in thought. “Maybe…”

The day passes quite slowly, but you don’t mind. It stays hot and the sun stays visible. Clouds are almost nonexistent, which is always a plus when you want to swim.

Loki joins you, and you make great fun of splashing each other. When you go deeper into the water, he finds enjoyment in diving deep, coming up in front of you, holding your face in his hands, and kissing you before going back under. You’re taken aback the first few times, then you get the message and kiss him back with a breathy laugh.

Drowning is of no thought to you. You can swim, but even if you couldn’t, you know Loki would take care of you. He always stays close and you keep your eyes on each other.

When it gets a little later, you get out of the water and dry off. Many people have already left, including the little party you encountered. Only a few people remain, some of them in couples, and they either rest on their towels or walk on the shoreline.

“Could we stay here a little while longer?” Loki asks. “There’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say amiably, though you wonder what ‘one more thing’ might be.

You both wait until everyone else has left. By this time, you’ve put your shirt on, for your bathing suit has dried but it is getting colder. Loki has not put anything more on him. Perhaps he welcomes the cold.

When Loki starts to move, you look at him. He shuffles to you, practically crawling to you. You gasp as he lightly pushes you back onto your towel. Your head lands not on the hardness of sand but on a little pillow that was not there before.

“Loki, Loki, wh-what are you —”

He shushes you, and just that alone makes you shiver with arousal. “If you allow me, I would like to give you something… I’ve been here all day, resisting the urge to take you in front of all of those people. Do you know how difficult that was?”

“N-no,” you answer. “But —” You interrupt yourself with a nervous chuckle. “—knowing you, you probably couldn’t hold it in for long.”

“Hence,” he grins, looking down at you, his eyes lingering on your “quim”. He likes that word. He’s used it before. “Would you mind if I go down on you? I just wanna taste it. Maybe give you an orgasm. Whatever works for you.”

You nod frantically, but then you look around. No one else is on the beach, no one else is present to look at you.

“Do not worry about that,” Loki says when he notices your worried glances. He laces your fingers with his own, holding your hand and running his thumb across your skin in comforting little motions. “No one is here, sweetness, just look at me. Do that, or look up. I know how you are when I do this. Sometimes you’re too self conscious to see me doing this to you with all my enthusiasm. So, if you want, look up. I won’t mind.”

You breathe out shakily, and your breath gets caught in your throat as you see Loki pull your bottoms to the side. Immediately, he begins, latching his tongue and lips to your most intimate parts. He licks and sucks all around, paying special attention to your clit — he knows what you like. Your stomach heaves as you breathe. 

“I don’t know if I could ever go without this,” he moans. “You’re so wonderful and... and warm...”

You established long ago that Loki actually takes pleasure from pleasuring you, but it never fails to catch you off guard.

After a particularly hard suck to your clit, you moan, and it is louder than intended.

Loki seems to like it. “Sounds just like a song. Sing for me.”

A laugh then. “Okay, Phantom.” When Loki looks up at you in confusion, you shake your head. “I’ll show you later.”

Soon, it’s not long before you’re squirming in your chair, breathing heavily as Loki holds you down. The coil in your gut is rising, and rising fast. Loki’s drive to please you is incredible, and you can tell he’s determined.

You moan, quite shamelessly, out loud as you reach your end, and it takes quite a long time for you to regain your senses. Loki smiles up at you once he gets his mouth off of your quivering pussy. “Was that good, love?”

You laugh, breathlessly. “Yeah. Yeah, that was good. Thank you.”

You leave without saying much else about it. He takes you home, and kisses you in the doorway as you move to leave. The sun is long gone, and the moonlight fills the air with a white glow.

You turn to close the door behind you.

In a split second decision, you pull him into the house, and he doesn’t resist. He stays the night, in your house and in your bed.

[wintersxsoul]

Fire Meets Gasoline (3)

Summary: You leave your city to start over in your best friend’s town, oblivious to the fact that you have an unexpected roommate. What will happen when fire meets gasoline?

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1513

Warnings: idk

A/N: This will help the plot hopefully. Don’t murder me for being a chaotic writer.

Part 1 - Part 2 / Series Masterlist

“Welcome to the Blood Moon, what would you like to drink tonight, asshole?” You spat at Loki, who was sitting down next to Valerie at the barstool. He smirked at you and you smiled back, faking it of course, since your boss was staring at you, as always. Jerk.

“What would the kind lady recommend?” He said ironically, Valerie was frowning, confused looking at you and Loki, back and forth.

“Y/n, I should really go, I have an early meeting at work.” You looked at her, disappointed at yourself for making her waste her time listening to your banter with your annoying roommate.

“Sure, would you like to grab a coffee soon, though?” You asked her, hoping she would agree and give you her number. She shot you a bright sincere smile and nodded, taking out from her bag a pen and taking your hand, writing at your palm her phone number.

“Call me or text me, okay?” You nodded and leaned in, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Valerie said goodbye to Loki and left, leaving you a bittersweet feeling about the encounter. You watched her leave, waiting for her to turn around or something, but that never happened. You were staring at the door when someone cleared their throat quite loudly. You sighed and rolled your eyes, looking back at Loki, who was now staring at you with a surprised expression. You frowned and asked him what was his problem, to which he answered that he would get cavities after seeing your little show.

You took your phone and wrote down Val’s number and texted her so she could save your number as well. Once you were done, you decided you could face the annoying asshole in front of you. The annoying hot asshole.

“I recommend you to have a glass of bleach, but since I wanna drink too, I will just mix some stuff. Is it okay?” He opened his mouth to answer but you cut him off. “I actually don’t care, I’ll do it anyways. Be right back.” You smiled at him sardonically and turned around to pour the drinks.

You handed him his shot, raising your own and downing it at once. You shivered as the cold fluid burned your throat, an amused Loki staring at you, his drink still untouched.

“Too much for you, or what?” You teased him, knowing for sure he would take that as a challenge. He rolled his beautiful green eyes and downed his shot, his face scrunched due to the strong liquor.

“Another.” You said while you turned around to refill the shots, not waiting for an answer.

After a few hours and almost a full bottle of vodka, you found yourself ordering french fries with mayonnaise. You sat on the curb on the sidewalk, in the parking lot where Loki had his motorcycle parked. He sat next to you and ate one of your fries, you glared at him but offered him more.

“So, Loki, why do you hate me so much, uh?” Your stupid inebriated brain asked, but you kept staring at your fries. He didn’t answer immediately so you looked at him, finding him staring at you in awe.

“I tried so hard to make you like me. I even cooked for you for a full week, and I hate fucking cooking. And you are just an asshole all the time. Do you want me to leave?” Loki was speechless, the guilt he felt that same day growing back on his chest. He was about to answer, when the words you spoke about him came back to his mind.

“Do you even care about what I think? It’s not like someone asked me if I was okay with a total stranger living in my apartment.”

“Well, sorry for messing your important and private life. Thor never told me about you being back.” You stood up and lit a cigarette, the toxic smoke relaxing your senses. So he finally told you why he hated you. Now you knew what he really thought about you, and if you were being honest, it was better than being ignored. What a pity he said it when you already were settled and had nowhere else to go.

Loki shrugged his shoulders and looked at the night sky, wondering if that really was the motive of his hatred towards you.

“Whatever, Y/n. I won’t kick you out if that’s what worries you.” He sounded...sad? Or was it the alcohol, playing tricks with your own mind? You wanted to go home, you wanted to forget everything for a night. You crossed your arms while smoking, thinking about what Loki said. He was right, he had all the right to be pissed because someone intruded, but it was not your fault, you didn’t know about his existence until you saw him at the apartment, and you really thought Thor talked to him about it, but he never did apparently. You turned around to face Loki, who was staring at the pavement intensely. He looked so beautiful under the pale moonlight and the street lights, his hair covering his face as he stared down and you suddenly felt the urge to ran your fingers through his raven locks. What the hell was going on in your mind? You threw your finished cigarette and started walking away.

“Hey, hey. Where are you going?” Loki stood up and grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You shook your arm trying to get rid of his grip and he let go of you.

“I’m going home, where I can’t bother you.” You turned around again and started walking, but he stopped you again. You sighed, slightly pissed.

“Let me give you a ride. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said way too fast, not even thinking about what he was saying. You opened your mouth but he spoke faster than you. “Thor would murder me if something happened to you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, I can take care of myself.” You huffed, tired of men thinking they were actually important and relevant in a woman’s life.

“I know you don’t need me, but please, let me take you home.” He said, sincerely. So Thor really did scold him.

“Okay, fine. Are you drunk, though?” He shook his head and pointed to his bike with his head. He walked to the vehicle and you followed him, unsure about all this situation. Loki opened the seat and pulled out his leather jacket, handing it to you, since you just brought your sweatshirt. He got on the bike and waited for you to get up to start the engine, leaving the parking lot behind.

You snuggled into the jacket and used the opportunity to smell Loki’s scent, which was a mix of cinnamon and lavender. He accelerated, so you grabbed his waist and pressed your body against his back. You’ve always been scared of bikes, and you just realized you were in one, with someone you didn’t trust the slightest. Loki felt your tight grip around his body, so he slowed down, feeling you relax against his body again, but never letting go.

Your not so drunk self decided it was a good idea to explore his chest with your palms, going up and down, a small smile forming on your lips, knowing what that did to a man’s body. You rested your hands on his lower belly, your pinkies almost touching his bulge. Loki’s body stiffened at your contact, but he soon reacted and took your hand in his, placing it right above his crotch.

You moved your hands again and placed them on his back, under his clothes, his cold skin reacting to your hot one. Goosebumps erupted on his skin, and he knew right away this night was going to be a huge mistake.

“You still want to drink?” Loki asked, already in your room. You arrived to your apartment and decided to keep drinking, so you invited him to continue the little party. You shook your head and sat, Loki looking at you in awe, laying across the bed beside you. In a shift move, you were straddling him, your fingers gracefully tracing patterns on his chest, until you reached his waistband.

You groaned in pain when the sunlight hit your face, the strong headache numbing your thoughts. You moved and stretched your arm, making you panic when it touched something more than just pillows. You shot your eyes open and looked over your shoulder, your blood running cold when you realized who was beside you, sleeping soundly.

Fuck. You stood up and ran to the bathroom, emptying the nonexistent contents of your stomach. You slept with Loki. This was not happening. You had just one rule, no sleeping with someone who didn’t mean anything to you and you just fucked that up because of one stupid night. Loki didn’t mean nothing to you, he was just your roommate, not even your fucking friend. What have you done? Why the fuck were you overreacting?

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[whisperoftheheart1995]

An Unexpected Moment- Chapter 6

(Also posted here)

(Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5)

(Warning for brief references to underage sex. nothing actually happens, written or not, more just discussion of "being safe" and as peter has to deal with the awkwardness of people finding out about their relationship)

Peter sits next to MJ on the couch, her feet resting in his lap as she leans against Ned, eyes glued to the documentary she put on the TV. Ned has an arm around her as he scrolls through his phone.

Peter has his own phone out, staring incredulously at a Daily Bugle article accusing Spider-Man of tax fraud, when Ned speaks up.

“Did you see Johnny’s new post?” Ned asks, still staring down at his phone.

“Uh, no?”

He turns his phone around for Peter to see. It’s a shirtless picture of Johnny lying in bed, a lazy smile on his face, hair messy in a way that seems natural for once. Peter’s heart does little flips in his chest.

“The caption says ‘thinking about him’ and then it has, like, fifty heart emojis.”

Peter feels his cheeks heat up.

“Called it,” MJ says, leaning over to get a better look. “I knew there was no way that guy was straight."

“Who do you think it’s about?” Ned asks curiously.

Peter shrugs wordlessly, suddenly feeling hot all over, and stares straight ahead at the TV.

He can feel MJ’s eyes on him, a calculating silence filling the room. He fidgets nervously under her gaze. “That post is about you.”

“WHAT?” Ned all but yells.

Sometimes he hates how perceptive MJ can be. Most of the time, actually. Peter rubs the back of his neck, then nods. “I mean, I think it is. Unless he’s kissed any other boys in the last 24 hours.” He laughs awkwardly.

“You kissed him?!” Ned exclaims. He throws a pillow at Peter from where he’s sitting, but Peter catches it easily. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

“Technically, I think we made out.” Peter ducks out of the trajectory of another throw pillow. “Sorry, bad joke.”

“Ugh. I hate you.”

“So do you want to hear about it or not?”

“No,” MJ replies at the same time Ned says, “obviously.”

He recounts the story for Ned’s sake, of how Johnny kissed him for the first time at their usual spot (“The Statue of Liberty? That’s so tacky,” MJ says bluntly, but Ned interjects that it’s actually super romantic).

“And now we’re together. Like, together together.” Peter smiles goofily.

“Oh my god, that’s so great. We should totally go on double dates. Triple dates even, if MJ would finally let me set her up with someone.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“But I know the perfect girl-”

“No you don’t.”

Ned rolls his eyes at her, then turns back to Peter. “You know I was just giving you a hard time before, right? I really am happy for you.”

Peter nods. “Yeah, I know. And thanks.”

Ned holds out his hand for their secret handshake. “What are friends for?”

Peter laughs and pulls him into a hug instead.

It’s late when Peter shows up at Johnny’s window. He taps lightly, grinning at the way the other boy lights up when he sees him.

Johnny unlocks the window, stepping aside as Peter crawls through. He takes his mask off, tossing it aside.

“Hey,” Johnny greets, kissing Peter’s cheek. “What are you doing here?” His expression hardens. “You’re not hurt again, are you?”

Peter nearly melts at the concern in his eyes. “No, I’m fine. I just wanted to see you.”

Johnny puts a hand to his heart. “Aw, that’s so lame. You’re going soft on me, Parker.”

Peter elbows him. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Peter rolls his eyes, but can’t quite bring himself to argue.

“You wanna play video games or something?” Johnny asks, turning away.

“Not really.” Peter grabs Johnny’s hand. The other boy looks back at him, smirking.

“Oh? You got something else in mind?”

“I think I can come up with something.” Peter pulls Johnny to him with a little too much force, sending the other boy stumbling into him as he kisses him. Johnny laughs against his lips.

“A little eager, are we?” he murmurs.

Since they first started dating, Peter has become a lot more confident in himself, and their relationship. He’s not afraid to take control, especially since Johnny seems pretty into it.

“I just spent two hours fighting Scorpion. Give me a break.”

Johnny frowns. “Is Scorpion actually a scorpion?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“I don’t know, you fight a lot of weirdos.”

“And you don’t?”

“Is now really the best time for this argument?” He pushes Peter backward onto the bed, crawling into his lap. “Less talking, more kissing.”

“But you’re the one who-” he starts to argue, but breaks off into a moan when Johnny nips at a sensitive spot on his neck.

“God, that’s- shutting up now.”

They both fall quiet. Peter kisses him again, deepening it when Johnny’s hands tangle in his messy hair.

Peter flips them over so they’re both lying down, settling himself between Johnny’s legs. Johnny looks up at him, eyes a little wide.

“Woah.”

“Sorry, was that- was that too much?”

Johnny shakes his head. “Spider strength is so hot.” He pulls Peter back down toward him, connecting their mouths again.

Peter’s hands have just found their way under Johnny’s shirt when the door bursts open, startling Peter so badly he falls from the bed.

The Thing stands in the doorway, looking somewhat amused. Peter is pretty sure his face has never been as red as it is right now.

“Ben!” Johnny yells, more angry than embarrassed. “Knock!” He picks up a pillow and throws it in his direction.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize ya have… company.” He turns to leave, making a point of leaving the door wide open when he does. Johnny grumbles.

“Sorry Mr. The Thing!” Peter calls out nervously from the floor.

Johnny looks at him, eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Mr. The Thing? God, you are so lame.”

Peter sticks his tongue out at Johnny, who blows him a kiss in response.

“Ugh,” Johnny groans, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I guess we better go face the music. I’m sure he’s told Sue by now.”

Peter starts following him out of the room, but stops when Johnny turns around to look at him quizzically. “No mask?”

“A little late for that now,” he says, laughing nervously. “Besides, I trust you guys.”

Johnny nods, then takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ms. Storm is surprising calm, given the fact that Peter had his tongue in her little brother’s mouth not even ten minutes ago.

He guesses it’s not the first time they’ve walked in on Johnny with someone, but judging by the look of surprise on her face when Johnny introduces Peter as his boyfriend, it’s the first time it’s actually meant something.

“Told ya the kid was sweet on Spider-Man,” The Thing says to her, loudly enough that he and Johnny can both hear.

“Ben!” Johnny whines, cheeks tinted pink.

Peter can’t help it. “Aw, you have a crush on me,” he teases. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Johnny gives him a look. “Peter, we’re dating.”

He shrugs. “Still.”

Johnny elbows him gently and Peter laughs.

Ms. Storm stares at them with a knowing smile as they joke back and forth.

The rest of their conversation goes smoothly. He tells them about how he got his powers and is using his internship at Stark Industries as a cover. Ms. Storm promises that his secret is safe with them, and that he’s welcome anytime. She doesn’t even bring up all the “menace” stuff, which he considers a win.

For a minute, he thinks he got off easy.

Until the next afternoon, that is.

“So, kid,” Mr. Stark starts and Peter flinches. “Somebody told me that you’re doing the nasty with the Human Torch.”

“WHAT?” Peter practically screams, face turning bright red. “Who even told you that?”

“Sparky’s sister. She said Ben walked in on the two of you.”

“That wasn’t- We weren’t-” They weren't, and they wouldn't have, even if they hadn't been interrupted. Peter's never even kissed someone before Johnny, there's no way he's ready for that.

“Save it, I’m not your aunt, you don’t need to lie to me. I just want to give you something.” He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to Peter. “Go nuts, kid.”

Peter looks closer at the small wrapper and flushes when he realizes what they are. “Mr. Stark, I don’t-”

“No need to thank me. Just keep your hormones in check in my lab, okay?”

Peter opens his mouth, then shuts it again quickly, nodding curtly. He knows his chances of changing Mr. Stark’s mind are nonexistent, and he’d rather the conversation end now before he offers to show Peter how to use them or something equally embarrassing.

He turns back to the modifications he’s working on, but finds himself completely unable to focus the rest of the afternoon.

“How was your day, Peter?” May asks kindly over dinner, but Peter is still thinking about his conversation with Mr. Stark. He’s never been so embarrassed in his life.

“Peter?” May waves a hand in his face. “You okay, kiddo?”

“Mr. Stark gave me condoms,” he blurts, then cringes. He probably could have brought it up a little smoother.

“What?” May all but shouts. “That’s incredibly inappropriate, he’s your boss, there’s no reason for him to be- I’m going to call him.”

“May, please don’t-”

“I’m sorry, kid, but that’s not okay with me. He overstepped his boundaries with you and now I have to yell at him.”

She’s already pulling out her cell phone, dialing the number and putting it up to her ear. Yikes. If this is how she’s reacting to condoms she’s definitely not going to be happy when she finds out his “internship” frequently involves getting shot at.

“Hi, yes, this is May Parker. Oh, hi, Pepper. I’m okay, but I do need to speak with Tony about something he did that I’m not exactly comfortable with. He gave Peter condoms.” A pause. Peter can practically hear Ms. Potts’ frustrated exhale. “He did. So I’m sure you understand why that’s completely inappropriate. Peter is only sixteen, and he’s an employee, it hardly seems professional to- uh huh.” Another pause. “Thank you so much, Pepper. We should get dinner sometime next week if you’re free.” May nods. “Thursday sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to it already. That’s fine, I’ll wait while you go find him.”

It’s then that Peter flees the room, though May is loud enough he can still hear her, even behind his closed bedroom door. She’s on the phone for at least an hour, yelling loudly at Tony the entire time about how inappropriate his actions were and how uncomfortable he made Peter feel (which is technically true, but doesn’t make it any less embarrassing). When she hangs up, there’s a quiet knock on his door.

“Come in,” he calls, flopping backward onto his bed. May comes and sits next to him, brushing away some of the hair that’s fallen on his forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that. But I hope you understand why I had to do that.”

He nods wordlessly, sitting up next to her. May goes silent for a moment, as if contemplating her next words carefully. “Do you need condoms?”

“No!” Peter yells, blushing profusely.

May softens. “Peter, I want you to feel comfortable talking with me about these kinds of things. I’ll admit, I think you’re a little too young, but if you’re going to have sex, I at least want you to be safe about it.”

“May, I’m not having sex. I promise.” He looks down at his shoes. “But there is something I want to talk to you about.”

“What is is, honey?”

“I’ve sort of been dating someone.”

“That’s great news!” she says cheerfully. “Can I meet them?”

Her choice of words isn’t lost on Peter, the way she says “them” instead of “she”, like she knows that might not necessarily be the case. It makes him wonder how he could have ever thought he could hide something like that from her, why he ever thought he might need to.

“You’ve met him actually.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Johnny?”

He fidgets with his hands. “I’m bisexual,” he admits.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs as she pulls him into a tight hug. “You know I love you no matter what, right?”

Peter nods, feeling a little choked up. “Right.”

“It doesn’t matter who you love, if they’re a boy or a girl, all that matters to me is that you’re happy.”

“Thanks, May,” he says, giving her a squeeze. “I love you, too.”

“So…” May starts again a few minutes later. “I want to know all about this new boyfriend of yours.”

Peter grins. “What do you want to know?”