SPIDERMAN!KAZUHA WHO PUTS A RING POP ON YOUR FINGER ON HALLOWEEN, KISSES YOU, AND ZIPS AWAU RETURNING MINUTES LATER AS HIS BARISTA SELF AND GIVES YOU LIKE A PUMPKIN LATTE
this is still kinda med school student!reader to me, so i'd find it funny if you basically just
wait hold on. cause while i was typing idk why this just occurred to me. BUT
you're shadowing a doctor on halloween night. you'd much rather be out with friends, but instead, you're in scrubs running up and down the halls of the city's best and busiest hospital. at some point, you go on your break and decide to head to the roof for some fresh air. the city looks the same as always, but down below, you can see people in various costumes roaming the streets. you smile down at them and you're so absorbed in your thoughts that you don't hear the familiar thwip of the city's favorite vigilante swinging nearby.
fortunately, he sees you, so he swings by and lands close to you, scaring the actual shit out of you. "am i allowed to take a guess what you're dressed up as?" he jokingly asks.
you catch your breath and roll your eyes. "i'll give you two guesses."
"okay, um... angel."
"what a charmer," you scoff. his hearing shouldn't be good enough to hear how your heart skipped a beat just now. "cute, but no. you get one more guess."
spider-man shrugs. "i'm all tapped out. are you sure you're not dressed as an angel? you look like one to me."
you shove his shoulder and turn your face to the city below. "shut up."
he laughs, blissfully unaware of how he's making your face burn. "alright, alright. you're stuck working for the night, i see."
"so are you." you sigh. "i can count five more spider-men on the street below." you pause. "oh, wait. six. six more."
"you're funny, dove." spider-man steps a little closer to you. "are you not getting any candy tonight, then?"
it's your turn to shrug. "other doctors are giving some out to the kids in pediatrics, but i don't think i'm gonna have any." you hear the crinkling of a wrapper and turn to face spider-man. you see him holding a ring pop in his hand and you give him a lopsided grin. "you went trick-or-treating?"
"not exactly. there's a lot of spider-man costumes out tonight, so i guess they figured i was just one of many." he rubs the back of his neck. "a few people told me they were surprised at how good my costume was... i didn't have the heart to tell them the truth."
you laugh heartily. "so you unintentionally went trick-or-treating, got it."
spider-man holds the ring pop in your direction. "i've been giving the candy that i got to other people, and you're next on my list." he doesn't wait; he takes your hand and slides the ring pop on your finger. when you fluster, he chuckles. "think of this as thanks for your service."
you press your other hand to your flaming cheeks. "what, i save your life and all i get in return is a ring pop?"
spider-man sighs. "you're killing me here, songbird." he brings the back of your hand to his mask and... kisses your hand. of course it's through the mask, but... he kissed you. "will that suffice?" he asks.
you press your lips together and nod, not trusting your voice. "th-thank you, spider-man." you curse internally. "i appreciate it."
spider-man brushes his thumb over the back of your hand and gently lets you go. you pull your hand to your chest and keep it there. "and i appreciate you," he says in return. "i have to get going now. take care tonight, songbird."
you nod shyly. "you too. later, webhead."
the vigilante laughs and gives you a light salute before hopping off of the building and swinging into the night, leaving you with a smile on your face and a ring pop on your finger.
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i nEED A GIRL TO EAT ME OUT AGAINST A WALL SO BAD-
preferably the one i'm pinning over but anyway . . .
no but actually though, when you can't stop thinking about riding her face, feeling her fingers curl inside you, tongue sucking earnestly as you throb, hearing her gasp and whimper as you take her into your mouth. But then you've got yourself pinned to the wall (who knows how, but you aren't complaining that's for sure) -her teeth nipping your neck-, and you're bucking your hips as she's pressing herself closer against you -but it's not fucking close enough and you need *more*, you swear you can hear her heart hammering inside her chest as she fumbles with your clothes. Then your fingers are tangled in her hair as she slides to her knees, looking up at you with those warm, gentle eyes as she slowly moves your legs apart before she dips her head and *fuck* the way she swirls her tongue around and her lips press heated kisses against your thighs as they tremble around her shoulders . . .
Because all she'd ever want is for you to feel good, right?
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