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Professor Parker Part 2
Summary: where Professor Parker makes a deal with trouble, in order to get them to stay in class.
Word Count: 2.4k+
Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, professor x student relationship (college age of course!), oral f!receiving, praise kink, angst
A/N- I am sorry this took so long to actually do, but yeah, after that recent talk show look (you know the one Iâm talking about, if not I reblogged it a few posts back) I just knew I needed to go back to this. Anyway, enjoy.
Ps @sincericida itâs been a while since part one so would you mind reblogging to help find the original masses, who knows whoâs usernames are still the same or working.
You werenât going to continue taking his course. You had every intention of going straight to the Dean asking to change. Sure you had been eagerly awaiting this course ever since youâd first read about, it well over a year ago, when you were thinking about where you wanted to study after you graduated. The way Professor Parker focused on Multiversal Theory, using Physics of Matter to provide proof for his theories, it was a truly riveting subject. But now, after all this. There was no way you could stay in his class, listening to him talk for 12-15 hours a week, knowing heâd buried his head between your legs, made you cum again and again⊠no you couldnât do it. That would just be self induced torture, no? Because there was also no way heâd fuck you until you saw stars again, would he? No, there was no way. Then how come you were now sat on top of his desk, your legs spread, panties dropped to the floor between you as he once again ate your pussy like he was a man starved?
He had stopped you as you went to leave, trying to blend in and leave amongst the crowd. âHold it Miss Y/L/N.â Fuck! You thought you were gonna get away with it.
There was silence as you waited, arms folded- guarded- as the last couple of students left with small smiles and waved their goodbyes to the Professor. Professor, uhhh the reminder of the name heâd given you last night now felt very different.
âDonât go.â He said as he moved back towards his desk and began shifting things around. âI know that look. Donât change course.â You couldnât meet his eyes. You kept quiet with your eyes to the ground as you watched him come back around the front of the desk, his ankles crossing over in front of him as he leant back on the desk. âLast nights on me, Iâm sorry,â he admitted and it finally forced you to meet his eyes as he continued to speak. âBut it shouldnât mean you have to change course.â
You didnât know what he expected you to say. You didnât know how else to respond either, a now slightly less uncomfortable silence falling between you. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. âWell you certainly chose the right name to introduce yourself with⊠trouble.â
âYouâre one to talk⊠Professor.â You said, finally finding your voice and the corner of his mouth quirked into a small smile.
âOkay, you have me there. But in all fairness, Iâm not expecting to find new students in clubs.â He mused, both a chastising, yet naughty glimmer of admiration in his eye.
âYou can blame my room mate for that one. You can also blame her for pushing me on you.â You chuffed as the memory from the night before came back to you.
He frowned as if remembering too. âQuite literally if I remember correctly.â He joked and it made your tummy flip.
You fell quiet again, your eyes quickly shooting back to looking at his feet instead of his face, as the feeling of your crush overwhelmed you and your previous dilemma returned.
As if he could see the conflict in your mind for himself, he stepped closer, forcing your attention back on him as he said, âWhat have I got to do to convince you to stay in this class?â He asked honestly, but he was too close to you. His smell was intoxicating. His gaze penetrating. His eyes were so soft and earnest, you just wanted to melt into them. His curls were too neat in the light of day and you just wanted to run your hands through them until they were fluffy and soft and messy again, just like they had been when you had left him in bed and snuck out this morning.
Your breathing caught in your chest as he reached out his hand to you, his warm fingers coming into contact with the smallest patch of bare skin on your arm where your cardigan had slipped down. It sent a shiver down your spine and you knew he had felt it.
He pulled his hand away again hesitantly and you reached to pull your cardigan back up onto your shoulder to cover yourself up again protectively. âI canât.â You said gently, the two words breaking you and you knew you had to walk away before it was too late- before anything else could happen and make this hurt anymore.
You had taken two steps towards the door when you felt his hand reach for your wrist to pull you back. When you met his eyes you were met with conflict, it was plain on his face now as he looked you up and down fully in the light of day. His gaze finally fell to the floor and he released your wrist to rub at his face as he sighed. âUhhhh you werenât kidding when you said you were gonna cause me a whole load of trouble,â he muttered to himself and all you could do was frown, your fingers picking at the pages the notebook in your fingers, as you tried to work out what thoughts were going through his head.
He sighed again as he looked to the ceiling as if trying to talk himself out of whatever idea had placed itself into his head. âFuck,â he groaned quietly and the next thing you knew he was marching towards the door.
You watched him closely, your heart in your mouth as he pulled down the blind and there was a faint click as he locked the door. You only just about had time to realise what he was doing before he marched back over to you, his hands reaching out to hold either side of your face as he brought his lips to yours.
The touch instantly made you ache between your legs, your knees wobbling slightly as you took a sudden deep breath in through your nose as if his kiss alone allowed you to breathe freely again. There was a loud slap as the book in your hands hit the linoleum floor, but neither of you flinched as your reached your fingers up into his hair, messing up his curls and pulling him closer.
As his arm moved down to snake around your lower back, pulling you in closer to him, you could feel every contour of his body. Could feel the pressure building behind his pants zipper.
You opened your mouth up to him more and felt him waste no time, as he licked inside your mouth, pulling a desperate and wanton moan from between your lips. He grunted slightly in response, his forehead pushing into yours desperately as he forced himself to break off the passionate kiss for just a moment. âAre you sure this is what you want?â He asked. âYou know you wonât be able to say anything to anyone.â He said, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. âBut Iâm not letting you transfer out of this class, okay?â He said strongly.
You felt dizzy. Your eyes struggled to focus on him. From his kiss to his questions- far too many to answer in a short amount of time- you just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Wanted to feel his fingers everywhere. Last night had been the best night of your life so far and he was dangling that feeling in front of you like a poisoned apple on a string- and you so wanted to bite.
âCome on, Trouble, I need you to answer me,â he said, somewhat desperately and it made you wonder, maybe he wanted this just as much as you did. At first you thought this might just be a ruse to get you to stay, but maybe it was more than that.
âYes,â you sighed breathlessly.
âYes, what?â
âYes, I understand. Iâll stay. I wonât tell anyone, just please-â you hesitated a second as you heard the rest of the sentence you wanted to say play out in your head and worked up the courage to say it- but you figured youâd come this far and already given yourself a nickname to live up to so why not say it- âpromise me youâll do that thing with your tongue again.â You sighed out breathlessly and a devilish gleam twinkled in his eye as he let out a small chuckle and shook his head gently against yours.
âTrouble,â he sighed. âWhich thing?â He asked, playing along with you, but you were sure he already knew, so kept quiet as his gaze on you grew hungrier. He gave you a wolfish grin as he shook his head again. âWhen? Now?â He asked and you nibbled at your lip in anticipation.
He sighed again and rolled his eyes, his fingers reaching for yours as he began to pull you slowly around the back of his desk, backing you up until the backs of your thighs were pressing into the wood.
âItâs a good thing you wore a skirt for your first day of my class then, isnât it?â He teased, his fingers tracing up your bare skin, slowly inching underneath the skirt and sending a shiver up your spine. He didnât stop their journey until he reached your underwear, his fingers hooking into the elastic at your hips and slowly dragging them back down your legs at an agonising pace, until they reached your knees and he let them drop to the floor, ready for you to step out of them.
As you did so, he slowly encouraged you to sit back on top of his desk, his hands reaching back to lift up your skirt and reveal yourself to him, his eyes not leaving yours, as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees on the floor before you. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed as his lips turned to graze the inside of your knee, the barely there touch of his mouth on your skin enough to send an overwhelming rush of arousal to your core. As he gradually kissed his way up your inner thigh, your fingers gripping the papers on his desk to ground. You couldnât believe you were actually doing this. You were about to enter into a secret affair with your professor like this was an episode of Riverdale or Pretty Little Liars.
But as his tongue finally moved up to swipe through your sex, you really didnât care. If it meant you got to experience the bliss this man was able to drag from you on a regular basis, you didnât care about anything. As he continued lick at your folds, his tongue sucking your clit into his mouth every few swipes, building you up at an agonising pace, you fought with all your might to keep your moans quiet, biting down on your lower lip with a strangled sigh as your sensitivity bloomed and the pressure between your legs grew tighter.
You allowed yourself one low shaky sigh as his tongue pushed deep inside you, teasing you agonisingly and you gripped the edges of his desk as you grew desperately close to your release. âGood girl,â he praised, as he took his mouth back away from you for just a second, before sliding two of his fingers gently inside you and sucking your clit back between his lips.
âOh, shit.â You hissed, as his words and tone sent another flutter of arousal and sensitivity between your lips and you finally realised how much trouble you were really in. But it was too late, youâd already taken a bite from the tainted apple, the poison was already coursing through your blood and it felt far too good to run away.
His fingers gripped tighter to your thighs as they began to shake, your climax so desperate to come flooding out, but the tension of needing to be quiet made it unbearable. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself grounded and in control, the coil deep in your pelvis ready to expload and you felt his fingers slip out of you, his hands moving to hold you down firmly onto the desk as he took one last swipe at the sensitive apex between your legs. Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs clamping tightly around his face as it all came crashing down, the tiniest desperate squeak escaping from between your lips before you swallowed the need to cry out back down, instead panting your way through your climax until you could feel your body beginning to cool and calm again.
Slowly you relaxed your thighs and you heard a faint breathy chuckle of satisfaction fall from his lips as he rubbed soothingly at your bare legs again, before moving back, his hand casually moving to wipe away the mess on his face.
As he finally stood back up, his tongue lapping up the last of your juices from his lips, you saw him bunch up your panties, that heâd picked up off the floor, and wrap them tightly in his fingers before sliding them into his pocket.
âHey, I need those back.â You said to him indignantly, a slight panic in your chest at the thought of having to walk back out of the classroom with nothing on under your skirt.
âNew rule.â He said, standing up straight as he looked over your flushed form, still sitting on top of his desk as he leaned in closer. âYour panties end up on my classroom floor, I get to keep hold of them.â You were sure his words had just sent another wave of arousal back down between your legs, but you fought to ignore it, the thought of walking out of here panty-less, still more pressing, especially if this was going to be a regular thing- youâd be out of underwear before the semester was out and there was no way your student budget was gonna stretch to new underwear every other week.
You were about to protest the fact as you pushed yourself off the desk, your hand reaching out to snatch your underwear back from his pocket, but he swerved out the way before you could so much as even make the slightest bit of contact. âUh, uh, uh,â he said, holding his finger up to me, that devilish smirk back in the corner of his mouth. âYou can have them back, as long as you get good grades on your essays.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes as you let out a breathy little scoff. âSo do we have a deal, trouble?â He asked patiently.
You rolled your eyes again as you conceded, âYeah,â you sighed, âwe have a deal.â
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professor peter parker recs please
Dear anon, I donât know if Iâll find many in this very specific theme (and delicious), but let's go!
"Good Girl" , "Gray Hairs and Massages" by @blooming-violets
"Golden Hour" by @she-likesorchids
"Sit Still", "Professor Peter Parker" by @backtothefanfiction
"Sparks Fly" by @mortwig
"Trick or Treat", "In the Name of Science" by @withahappyrefrain
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Late Bloomer 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers (Professor AU)
Summary: you start your second year of university but as the workload grows more intense, you start to feel your age. (mid-30s reader)
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
You are as ever painfully early. It's a habit that often leaves you wandering or hovering awkwardly. You check your watch as you come up to the steps of the century-old building. You are in dread of your physics class but it turns out that all the easy electives fill up fast.Â
Before you can start the ascent, there's a scuff of steps from the other side. The breadth of the stairs nearly spans a third of the grand facade. You glance over as a young man with a messenger bag rushes up the first few steps only to trip and sprawl over the concrete stairs with an oomph. Without hesitation, you rush over as he groans and clatters back to the bottom.Â
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" You scoop up the phone that flew from his hand, seemingly the cause of his accident. Â
He grunts and struggles to turn himself over, clutching his chest as he can't even get a word out. You know exactly what's happened. You rub his back through his burgundy jacket and give a gentle lat.Â
"Ah, you're fine, honey, you just got the wind knocked out of ya."Â
He nods and gulps, a spiral of his reddish brown hair falling down his forehead. His dark eyes meet yours, their panicked sheen softening as his lips tremble in an attempt at a smile.Â
"Thanks," he rasps at last.Â
You pull your arm back and offer him your phone.Â
"That was quite the tumble," you stand straight and extend your hand. He takes it and hauls himself up.Â
"Yeah, this dang thing," he wiggles his cell and tucks it away in his jacket, "always getting me in trouble."Â
You smile nervously and your eyes drift down as he favours one leg. There's a red splotch growing on his khakis. You pop your brows up in concern.Â
"Er, think you got yourself good." You point and he looks down.Â
"God! I knew I shouldn't have worn these ones. I told May, dark colours!"Â
"Baking soda, maybe a bit of club soda," you assure him. "I got bandaids in my bag."Â
"You-- do?" He's surprised.Â
"Can never be too prepared," you smile. "Um, I guess..Â
We're in the way."Â
You glance around as you sense bodies heading up the steps, a few glancing your way.Â
"Uh, yeah, why don't we head inside," he takes a ginger step. "Uh, typical. My first day."Â
"It'll get better," you say.Â
"Hm, yeah, I guess it already has," he grins at you before he turns back up the steps.Â
"You need help?" You ask.Â
"No, no, I'm not a total disaster," he chuckles. "So," he clears his throat as you catch up to him, "what do you teach?"Â
"Oh," you repress a strike of embarrassment. Of course he would assume you're a professor, or a TA at the very least. It's obvious you have a few years on him and most of your classmates. "I'm a student."Â
"Nice," he nods, "wait, oh, gee, I didn't mean to imply-- ah, I'm sorry."Â
"No, no, it's fine. It's my second year. First year all the freshmen called me mom," you shake your head. "But that might be the bandaids in my bag."Â
"Maybe," he stops and squints, "right..." he points his finger around as he thinks, "this way."Â
You let him guide you. You don't need to be in class for another half hour. You follow him up to the second floor. That's where your class will be. Convenient.Â
When he stops at a door and digs around in his pocket, your heart drops. You look up at the room number as he takes out a set of keys and unlocks the door. You chew on your dismay.Â
He lets you in ahead of him. You wait patiently and he heads up to the podium. He leans on the table next to it as he unhooks his bag from over his shoulder. He sighs and peers down at his knee.Â
The pulls up the fabric and hisses. You approach as you sift through your bag. He bends his leg as he looks at the scrape. It's not that bad.Â
You take out the little pack of alcohol wipe from the little emergency pouch. How many times have you played mother hen to drunk coeds? You're prepared for it all.Â
"Wow, you got everything in that magic bag," he teases.Â
You squat down and wipe the blood away. As you peel the bandaid wrapper away, you scoff, "I'm a pack horse. Utterly terrified of forgetting anything important."Â
You cover the cut and run your fingers across the bandage to make sure it sticks. He winces.Â
"Sorry," you apologise as you stand and crumple up the wipe and wrapper.Â
You search around for the garbage and toss the waste. You fish again in your bag and take out your sanitizer. You squirt it onto your palm and drop it back through the open zipper. Your rub your hands together as he pulls his pantleg back down.Â
"Well, since you got my blood on your hands, I guess you should get a name too," he chuckles, "I'm Peter. Er, Professor Parker. Still getting used to that."Â
He offers his hand and you shake it, "Olive."Â
"Olive. Pretty. Er, interesting. Oh no," he pulls back, "I went through sensitivity training. Can I say that?"Â
"It's fine, professor. I'm not overly fond of the name myself," you shrug.Â
"Right, well," he bends his arm and tugs up his sleeve to check his apple watch. "I hope I didn't make you late."Â
"Well, actually, funny story," you scratch the side of your neck, "I'm enrolled in Physics 2."Â
He tilts his head and his lips part on disbelief, "you're joking."Â
"Nah, it's not exactly my favourite subject but I'll do my best," you say, "but er, if you need to get set up, I can wait in the hall."Â
"What? No. You're early. Make sure you get the best seat," he insists. "I will say the front row is where you wanna be but I was a student not too long ago and I won't be insulted if you sit in the back."Â
You laugh, "well, you know, I'm a late bloomer and these ears aren't so good." You kid, "front row's fine with me."Â
His grin lingers, awkwardly as his forehead lines and he tries to come up with a response. You smile, "I'll go sit down."Â
You give a little wave and go to find a seat. You settle in with your bag in your lap and slid out your notebook and the box of fresh pens. You tried your laptop for notes but you just find your eyes hurt from the blue light.Â
You tuck your bag under your seat and unfold the small desk from the arm rest. As you peel back the cover of your notebook, your ears tingle. You glance over as Peter-- Professor Parker, peeks at you. You give a tense smile and pull out a pen, putting your focus back to your notebook.Â
At least if you do crappy, you might be able to charm yourself into at least a passing grade.Â
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the manuscript | chapter one
Summary: Vulnerable and Honest.
Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s) Smut.
Word Count: 1408
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A/N: I'm so sorry Peter. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B
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You tried to focus, to be present in the moment. The room was dimly lit, and the bass from the party outside thudded against the walls. Peter moved behind you, his breath heavy. Every touch felt mechanical and predictable.Â
His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself closer. âYou feel amazing,â he murmured as his breathing became ragged. You forced a moan, you wanted to match his enthusiasm, you wanted to let go. Closing your eyes, you tried to immerse yourself in the sensations but your mind wandered.Â
Your thoughts drifted to upcoming assignments, the laundry that had started piling up, and whether the milk would go bad.Â
Peterâs pace quickened, as he neared his climax, his grip on your hips tightened. âIâm close,â he whispered. Arching your back, you pushed yourself closer to him. It was no use, you felt it going through the motionsâhis movements, were erratic, and his breathing was heavy.Â
With a satisfied grown, he finished, collapsing onto the bed beside you. You followed his lead, lying beside him as he sighed contently. He rolled the condom off, tossing it toward the bin beside his bed, before wrapping an arm around you.Â
His chest heaved as he caught his breath. âThat was great,â he smiled down at you, his voice drowsy. Forcing a smile, you nodded.Â
It didnât take long for him to drift off to sleep. But, you lay awake, staring at the bedroom ceiling. Your mind replayed your mental to-do list as the music continued into the night.Â
Slipping out of bed, you made your way toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you swiftly turned the lock as the sound of the party muffled. You started at your reflection in the mirror as you leaned against the sick.Â
Turning the tap, you let the cool water run over your hands before splashing your face. As you thought about your assignments, your mind drifted to Dr. Barnes. His presence, and how it commanded your attention. His piercing eyes, the way they would lock onto yours during debates.Â
Your hand traveled down your body, looking for the release that Peterâs touch failed to find. Vivid images of Dr. Barnesâ his hands, voice, and stare continued to play on your mind. Your fantasies grew, consuming your mind as you imagined his touch. His whispered words of encouragement.Â
The tension built quickly within you, eagerly your body responded to your forbidden thoughts. Biting your lip, you tried to stifle your sighs. Not that anyone could hear over the party and music. The pleasure you found in your touch was intense, immediate, and driven.Â
Your breath quickened as you remembered the thrill of intellectual sparring, always leaving you craving more.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, trembling, you struggled to keep quiet. Your mind was lost in the ecstasy. The release you were desperate for earlier in the night.Â
As the sensations subsided, you leaned against the sick again. A mix of guilt and satisfaction coursed through you as you tried to steady your breathing.Â
Taking a deep breath, you washed your hands and splashed your face. Returning to the bedroom, careful not to make eye contact with the otherâs still partying. Peter, still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of your betrayal.Â
Sliding back into bed, you found your gaze back on the bedroom ceiling, your mind a tangled, complicated mess of desires.Â
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Pushing aside the tangled thoughts and desires that had consumed your night, you rose from Peterâs bed with renewed determination. He slept soundly, unaware of the struggle you had faced internally. After going about your morning routine, you made your way to Dr. Barnesâ class. The lecture hall was already buzzing with students, the energy palpable as you entered.Â
âGood morning, everyone,â Dr. Barnes stood at the front of the room, his voice commanding the attention of the room. âI trust youâve all had a chance to review the reading for today.â his gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer than the others.Â
He launched into details for the new assignment, memories of the previous night caused your mind to drift. Your desires for Dr. Barnes began to overshadow your commitment to your relationship with Peter, guilt gnawed at you. You tried to force your focus, trying to push these feelings aside.Â
His voice delved into the intricacies of literary theory, weaving through concepts and ideas. He was a master storyteller. All attention riveted on Dr. Barnes as the hall around you fell silent, his presence and voice filled the space.Â
As Dr. Barnes continued, he began to turn slightly, his glance sweeping across the room. His gaze lingered on you as if expecting your hand to be raised. He readied himself for another heated debate.Â
âYes, Miss SpectorâŠ?â Dr. Barnes began, his voice cutting through your fogged thoughts, pulling you back to the present. Blinking, startled, you realized that all eyes were now on you.Â
âYes, Dr. Barnes?â you replied, a small smile playing on your lips as you tried to mask your confusion. A slight blush rose to your cheeks with embarrassment, you hoping it would go unnoticed.Â
He paused, lines formed across his forehead as a furrow formed between his brows. âYou had something to add to the discussion?â
Your heart began to race, the thudding loud in your ears. âOh, no, sorry,â you stammered, shaking your head slightly. âLost in thought.â
âI see,â he said, softening his expression slightly, his tone measured. âTry to stay with us, Miss Spector. Your insights are valuable.âÂ
As he resumed his lecture, you sank back into your seat. This little incident was a reminder of the boundaries that separated you from Dr. Barnes. The line between student and teacher was clear at that moment. You noticed Yelena, one of your best friends, giving you a curious glance, but you avoided her eyes, choosing to focus on your notebook in front of you instead. You tried to refocus, attempting to immerse yourself in the material, and jotting down notes.Â
You made a conscious effort to engage with the discussion as the class continued, asking questions and offering insights as normal. Dr. Barnes acknowledged you with a small nod, the silent encouragement that boosts your confidence.Â
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When the class finally drew to an end, Dr. Barnes gave out the new assignment, expressing his expectations and detailing the guidelines.Â
You lingered behind as students began to pack up and leave. Approaching his desk, the weight of the unspoken connection between you two caused your heart to pound once more.Â
âDr. Barnes,â you began, keeping your voice steady. âDo you have any specific advice for approaching this assignment?âÂ
He looked up from his desk, his gaze meeting yours as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. âAuthenticity in writing comes from personal experience. Write what you know.âÂ
You nodded, âThank you,â you replied but didnât move. You lingered, and Dr. Barnes noticed your hesitation.Â
âIs there something else on your mind, Miss Spector?â he asked, his tone softer, almost inviting.Â
Unsure of how much to professionally reveal, you hesitated. âI just⊠I, um, Iâm struggling to find a personal angle that feels significant enough,â you admitted. âI want my writing to be⊠compelling like you said.âÂ
He leaned forward slightly, and his gaze intensified. âWell, compelling writing often comes from exploring parts of yourself that youâre the most afraid of, most afraid to reveal,â he paused for a moment, allowing you the opportunity to speak. You didnât take it, focusing on his jaw tensing slightly. âItâs about being vulnerable, honest. Sometimes, the stories weâre most hesitant to tell are the ones that resonate the most.âÂ
His words struck a chord deep within you. âI understand,â you replied, your voice barely a whisper. âThank you, Dr. Barnes.âÂ
You turned to leave, and just as you were about to walk out the door, he called after you. âMiss Spector,â his voice stopped you in your tracks. Your breath hitched as you turned back to face him. He stood now and leaned against his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. âRemember, my door is always open if you need further guidance.âÂ
âThank you,â you replied, your gaze flickering down to his hands as they rested casually on his hips. âI appreciate it.â You left the lecture hall, your mind buzzing with a whirlwind of thought. His words lingered, echoing in your mind. Vulnerable, and honest.
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Sorry not Professor!. (Pt 1)
Professor!WandaMaximoff x student!fem!reader
Warnings: drinking alcohol, swearing,
A/n: Idk what this is tbh. đ€Šââïž
Not a proofread. (yet)
Y/nâs POV:
It's my first day back at college, and I'm soo happy that my old Russian teacher is gone, he was such a bitch. Right now it's like 8am and I'm meant to get ready but I'm in bed on my phone answering messages.
And I have a lot to answer so I just take my time. As soon as I'm done I get out of bed and go to my bathroom to have a shower, I wash my hair, body and hop out and get changed.
I was going to wear a caramel coloured skirt with a t shirt that had 'I'm anyone's but urs' on it, and put on one of my youknow hoodies. I did light makeup then did my hair into a half up half down, and put one of my ribbon and made it into a bow.
When I'm done everything I get my bag and leave my bedroom and go to my kitchen where I see Rey, he's my cat, he's all black and soo cute. I love him with my whole heart. I see he's next to his food blow and just looked at me with his green eyes.
I laugh and get his blow and fill it up with his cat food, and kiss him and left the kitchen, and went to my car and got in it and left.
It's around 9:06am right now and I have class at 9:30 so I dictate to get some coffee. I go to my fav cafe and go in and see my favourite barista, Amaia . "hey dory" she says with a big smile, she calls me dory because I forget things really easily but nothings wrong with me I think?.. "hey mai" I say and smile back. "The usual?." She asked "yup".
We talked while she made my coffee and I looked at the time, and it was 9:25am. " shit mai I have to go my first class start at 9:30" I say and she nods her head and gives me my coffee, I send her a sad smile and go to my car and drive to school.
I pulled up to school in my favourite car, my black track hawk. I parked in my normal park and got my stuff, and went to class. That's when I realised I had Russian First. 'Fuck' I mumble to myself and saw Yelena, she was doing Russian to and she was late.
"Lena?, your like never late to classes" I say and she looks at me "what's the time?" I show her my phone and it's 9:40am "shit" she mumbles "it's okayy, come with me, we have the same classes right?" I ask "yeah we do" she answers.
We walk together and we get to class, we walk in a see an angry teacher and principal. "Sorry we're late miss" Yelena says and I just roll my eyes and find a seat.
"Anyways class, this is your new Russian teacher, Ms Maximoff" our principal says, she's pretty hot not gonna lie, but it's not like I can fuck my teacher.
"Hi class, I'm going to be your new teacher for as long as your here for, and I probably won't quit like your other" she says and everyone looked at me "what?" I say and miss looked at me. "Your the one who made him leave" someone says I, it was jack
"shut the fuck up jack your the one who ruined his and his wifeâs marriage" I say and everyone starts laughing and I giggle too, I notice the principal left and saw an already angry teacher. "Shit" I mumble "jack and y/n, you two stay after class" she say/yells and I look at her and she look at me, and I roll my eyes.
After class was over miss dismiss us, but not me and jack. But to be honest I didn't really listen I was mainly looking at her and her beautiful green eyes. Everyone was taking their time so I just went on my phone until everyone left.
"Okay you two, what was that about?" She says and I make a confused look and look at jack, then I remember what she's talking about. "It was his fault" I say first and look at him, and he gives me an angry look and I shrug my shoulders. "Miss Y/L/N, what did you say after he said 'your the one who made him leave'" she says and looks at me "oh yeah, I said 'shut the fuck up jack your the one who ruined his and his wifeâs marriage" I said and giggle when I done.
"Y/n it's not a good time to be giggling" she says "well I was just speaking facts" I say, and I think jack was too scared to say anything so he stayed quiet. "Okay you too, if this happens again you two won't have my class at the same time again" she says, and I roll my eyes. "Sure miss" we both say.
"Jack you go I need to talk to y/n" she says 'oh fuck' I think to myself, I can't be alone with her, she's like the hottest teacher I've got and I might do something I would regret.
"So y/n, it seemed you were distracted in my class today" she says and looks at me. "I wasn't distracted" I huff "okay so what did we learn today", she was right I was distracted by her obviously, and I don't think she knows. "See you were, can you pay attention in my class or I'll have to move you" she says and I look at her with my 'what did you say' face and roll my eyes, I get up and leave.
"Oh and maybe don't wear a skirt tomorrow, and quit with the eyed rolling" she say while I stop in my tracks. "Why can't I wear a skirt tomorrow miss?" I ask innocently "because you were distracting the boys" she says "what are you jealous" I laugh and say "I can't make promises miss" and leave.
I got to my next classes and we had an early finish, because the teachers had a meeting so we got to go at lunch. I go and looked for Yelena, Kate and everyone else, I got a text from the group chat saying we're all going to meet up at the park.
I got in my car and drove there, I saw everyone on a table and grab my phone and some water. "Hey guys" I say and hug Kate, "hi dory" everyone says. I giggle and sit next to Natasha, my best friend since we were 7. We kept on talking until I got a phone call, "who is it" Peter said, "it's my dad again, they probably have to go on a trip again" I say rolling my eyes and answering it.
"Hi dad" I say coldly "hi sweetheart, I know we said you had us for the weekend, but something has come up. And me and your mother have to go to Italy" he says "it's okay I might go to someone's house or something, oh can you get me my favourite stuff there?" I ask and he says 'sure honey' and hangs up
"Well looks like I'm going to be home alone for a month or so" I say and look at everyone. "Damn girl, I kinda feel bad" Kate says, "but you do got the house to yourself" she adds
And out of no where Peter says "we should go to the new club tonight" everyone agrees, "everyone meet at dory's place when your finished getting ready" Yelena says and I just look at her, and she shrugs her shoulders.
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as I was getting ready for our club night I heard the my door bell ring, and it was Yelena and Natasha. "Hey babes" I say "Heyy dory" Lena says "Heyy" Nat says. I let them look around my house while I go to my room to finish doing my hair and make up.
As I finish Nat and Lena come into my room, "what dress should I wear?" I asked them. I had two options, a red knee high dress, or a black thigh high dress with a back cut thing. "The black one" they both say at the same time, I giggled and went to my bathroom and put it on. I fix up the little details and got back to my room to show them.
I walk out and saw their jaws dropped, I giggled at their reaction then Yelena said, "damn dory, your gonna get all the girls" me and Nat laughed and that's when I heard my door bell. I go to my door and see Kate and Peter, they looked good and then Nat and Lena followed after me, and said hi to each other.
"What car are we taking?" I ask, "what do you mean by what car?" Kate ask confused and I giggle and took them to my garage. "Which one?" I ask again, they all looked around. They all agreed on my jeep so we took it.
Me and Nat we're re in the front and the other three we're in the back. It didn't take that long to get there, it took us around 10 - 15 minutes, there were a lot of people and but my parents are friends with the owners I think, that's why I knew what club Peter was talking about.
We get there and get out of the car, we walk to the front and we see a man at the front of the door. "Oh hello y/n" he says "hi Luka" I smile as he lets us in. "You didn't tell me that you know this place" Peter mumbles "what did you say Peter?" I ask, knowing what he said and looked back at him. "N- nothing dory." He said "what I thought" I say with a laugh.
"Come on guys let partyyy" Yelena says "yes ma'am" I say. We got to the dance floor and dance for a bit until I got a bit thirsty, "guys I'm going to get a drink, I'll be right back" I tell them and they nodded.
I go to the bar and ask for a martini, and wait until I see a familiar face, oh shit it was my Russian teacher, Ms Maximoff. The bartender hands me my drink and I say 'thanks' and give them a tip.
I can't believe one of my teachers are here, but I did see Ms Hill before so I think they're together. I hope not in that way.. But no gonna lie the bartender was hot.
Then I felt hands on my waist, it was Nat. She's drunk and when she's drunk she's a big baby. "Nat" I whine "already?" I add then Ms Maximoff looked at us. "I'm sorry y/nnâ she says in a cute voice, "I'm going to call you an Uber, and make sure your sister goes with you too" she whines and I look at her.
"Yelenaaa" I yell and she walks up to me, "what dory?" Take your sister to my house, you to can stay there tonight.". "Why do I have to take her" she whines, "because I said so" I say and she huffs and takes her sisters hands "Byee doryyy" Nat says "bye natty"
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Wanda's POV:
After I heard Natasha and her sister leave the club I had just noticed how good that black dress looks on y/n- Wanda stop she's your student, anyways as Maria came back from the bathroom we started talking.
Then we heard laughing and it was y/n and her friends, they were really drunk. We looked at them and they were dancing and laughing. Maria laughed and so did I. It was around 1am so I dictated to leave, I said go bye to Maria and we left.
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Y/n's POV:
Me and Kate were just dancing, and we were hella drunk. But then Peter, the one that didn't drink at all made us go home. I was annoyed but then I remembered I have classes at like 9am but I didn't really care to be honest.
He drove me and Kate to my house and as soon as I got to my room I went straight to bed. Be before I took off my makeup and my dress and just put on a hoodie.
My Masterslist.
Pt 2.
#wanda maximoff#professor x reader#natahsa romanoff#yelena belova#professor Maximoff#kate bishop#peter parker#Wanda x reader
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Red Roses & Patched Hearts
Pairings: Professor Peggy Carter x Student Reader, MJ x Reader(Past), Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers(Past), MJ x Peter Parker (Present), Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Present)
Warnings â ïž: Teacher x Student relationship, mentions of cheating, age difference(legal age gap), height difference, & Soft Peggy
Pet Names/Nicknames: Darlin, Sweetheart, Dear & Peg
Word Count: 2,715
I See The Light But Gay
New Year, New School. After Y/N found her girlfriend MJ cheating on her with the one and only Spider-Man she left the city. She couldn't face her or her best friend who was Spider-Man of course. She had moved to Tacoma, Washington and was beginning her second semester of senior year at Stadium High School. It was a beautiful school it looked like an old Victorian palace with its red bricks, black roofing and tan trimmings.
As she was walking to her new school not paying attention since she was just a block away, she looked up when she heard something screech to a halt. She looked up from her phone to see a person on a full black motorcycle looking at her with a black helmet on. "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" Y/N said she continued to apologize. "Would you stop with the rambling already" the person said with a hint of a British accent. Y/N shut her mouth before bowing her head. She walked over slightly blushing as she made her way to the school. As she entered the school the motorcycle had parked in the parking lot.
Y/N looked around the school awestruck at how beautiful the inside of it was. It looked more like a college than a high school. The lockers were black as all the walls were a dark brown. The floor had grey tiles. The classrooms had blue foss carpet in them as well as the teachers lounge. The students desks in the classroom were old fashioned desks still surprisingly in good shape. The teachers desks were old fashioned as well. The whole school looked victorian which made Y/N absolutely love it. "Hey um excuse me are you the new student" someone said causing Y/N to snap out of it. She looked ahead to see a girl with black hair and blue eyes. "Yeah I'm Y/N" Y/N said as she held her hand out causing the slightly shorter girl to smile. "Kate Bishop it's nice to meet you" the girl said as she shook Y/N's hand. "Come on I'll show you around before classes start" Kate said before walking off. Y/N followed her as she pointed to each classroom and said what they were for.
"The Seniors are on the third floor, the juniors and sophomores are on the second while the Freshman are on the first one" Kate said as the two made their way through the halls. Y/N followed Kate into the cafeteria. "This is the cafeteria obviously and the fun thing about this school is we're allowed to pick what we get to eat" she said as she clasped her hands together in excitement. "So I could ask for anything I want and they'll cook it" Y/N said and Kate smiled. "Well off the menu of course" Kate said before grabbing a menu from the table beside them. She held out the lunch menu for Y/N and she took it. "You can read that while I show you around the rest of the school" she said before skipping off. Y/N followed Kate as she read the menu.
After Kate showed Y/N around they headed to the fourth floor where the principal and teachers offices were. "Alright here we are" Kate said as she stopped in front of the principal's office. "Thanks Kate" Y/N said and Kate nodded before rushing off when the bell rang for first class. Y/N knocked on the door and heard a faint come in. She opened the door to see a man with brown hair and brown eyes. "Ah you must be Y/N Y/L/N correct" the man said and Y/N nodded as she closed the door behind her. "Com sit" the principal said and Y/N walked over before sitting down in one of the plush chairs. "I'm Tony Stark the principal of this school" the man said as he held his hand out for Y/N to take. Y/N shook his hand before pulling away. "I'm guessing you found your way around the school since you're here" Stark said as he smirked slightly. "Yeah Kate Bishop showed me around the whole school before she brought me up here" Y/N said as she smiled. "Ahh Kate she's a good student" he said as he put his feet up on the desk and leaned back against his chair while taking a sip of his coffee. "She's extremely friendly I have to say" Y/N said causing the man to chuckle. "A little too friendly" he said causing Y/N to join in.
"I'm assuming you know where room 115 is since Miss. Bishop showed up around already" Principal Stark said and Y/N nodded. "Yes sir" she said before she was handed a slip. "Well then hand this to the teacher when you walk in" he said as Y/N grabbed the small piece of paper. "Thank you Mr. Stark" Y/N said before leaving the office. She made her way to the stairs before going down them. She walked through the long hallway before stopping in front of a brown oak wood door that was closed. She knocked on the door and waited patiently until the door opened a couple seconds later. "Can I help you" the person said and Y/N looked up and swallowed the gasp that almost escaped her lips. The professor was quite beautiful. She had short brown hair that was pinned back. She had beautiful brown eyes that were behind a pair of reading glasses and perfect lips that were stained a red color. She was wearing a turtleneck shirt that hugged her body perfectly. The sleeves were slightly rolled up which allowed you to see a hint of a tattoo. Her shirt was tucked into a pair of black dress pants that hid the shoes she was wearing.
She wore five chain necklaces one slightly longer than the other. The longest necklace had the letter P on it while the others were just simple. She was wearing a couple rings as well. Y/N heard someone clear their throat making her snap out of it. She looked up to see the professor looking at her with a raised eyebrow knowing full well she was checking her out. "I uh... Here the principal told me to give this to you" Y/N stuttered out as she felt her face heat up. She held out the slip and the professor took it. Their fingers brushed against each other and Y/N pulled away when she felt a jolt. The professor looked down at the piece of paper before looking back up at Y/N. "Alright go ahead and take a seat" the woman said with a British accent before stepping aside to let Y/N in. Y/N walked past the professor who was a good 8 inches taller making her 6'2. As she walked past the professor she had gotten a whiff of Cherry and Cedarwood and some other scents she couldn't place.
She walked towards the only desk that was open which was right in front of the teacher's desk. "Great" Y/N muttered out as she sat down on the chair. She looked up at the desk and saw a name plate on the corner. It said Margret "Peggy" Carter on it and Y/N smiled slightly. Pretty name she thought as she heard the professor start talking again. Y/N looked behind the desk to see a motorcycle helmet making her eyes widened in shock. "Miss Y/L/N are you paying attention" the professor said causing Y/N to snap out of it and look up to see the professor standing right in front of her. "Yes Miss" Y/N said causing Miss Carter to raise an eyebrow before humming. "Pay attention" she said before walking back to the front.
"Miss Y/L/N can I speak to you for a minute" Miss. Carter said as Y/N was about to step out of the door. Y/N turned around and waited for the last student to leave before shutting the door. "If it's about the motorcycle thi-" Y/N was cut off when Miss. Carter chuckled before shaking her head. "No it's not about that but since we're on that topic you need to be more careful around here people drive fast here so I suggest you stay off that phone of yours got it" Miss. Carter said and Y/N nodded. "Yes Miss" Y/N said causing the woman to grin. "Good now onto the other thing I wanted to welcome you to Stadium Highschool, if you ever need anything just come to me and I'll help alright dear" Miss. Carter said and Y/N nodded. "Thank you" Y/N said and Miss. Carter smiled. Y/N left the classroom with a leap in her step as she smiled.
She headed to the cafeteria and waited in line until it was her turn to pick. "Can I have some mango chicken and sticky rice please" Y/N asked the cook and he nodded. "Good choice" someone said causing Y/N to look over to see Miss. Carter standing there beside her. Y/N blushed slightly as she looked away. She walked off to the side and waited. "What can I get for you Peggy" the man said and Miss. Carter thought. "I'll have the same thing as her" Miss. Carter said as she looked at Y/N who looked away causing Miss. Carter to smirk. "Alright it'll be out soon" the man said and Miss. Carter nodded before stepping aside as well. "So you like Chinese huh" Miss. Carter asked and Y/N looked up. "Yeah one of my favorite types of food" Y/N said and Miss. Carter smiled making Y/N smile back. "Here you guys go enjoy" they both looked up to see a cook holding towel bowls of Mango chicken and sticky rice in his hands. "Thank you" Y/N said as she carefully took the hot bowl before placing it on one of the trays she grabbed. Y/N looked up to see Miss. Carter looking at her already. "Have a nice lunch" Miss. Carter said. "You too Miss. Carter" Y/N said and they just looked at each other as she felt their hearts flutter. Y/N was the first to look away before walking away and to an empty table. The older woman sighed before making her way to her classroom.
It was the end of the day and Y/N made her way out when someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around to see Kate standing there smiling. "Oh hey" Y/N said and Kate's smile widened. "Hey how was your first day here" She asked as she stepped beside Y/N. "It was alright" Y/N said making Kate frown. "Did something happen" Kate asked and Y/N shook her head no. "No it was just a huge change that's all" Y/N said and Kate sighed. "Well you'll get used to it I have to go now hope to see you tomorrow" Kate said before she rushed over and hopped in a truck before it drove off. Y/N shook her head as she started walking back to her house when a motorcycle pulled up. Y/N stopped walking and looked over to see Miss. Carter looking at her. "Need a ride" she asked and Y/N shook her head no. "No it's fine I just live around the block" Y/N said causing Miss. Carter to raise an eyebrow. "Come on it's the least I can do for almost running you over" she said causing Y/N to blush. Y/N walked over and Miss. Carter helped her onto the motorcycle. "Thank you Miss. Carter" Y/N said causing the woman to laugh. "Please call me Peggy when we're out of school" she said and Y/N nodded.
It was nearing Valentine's day and Peggy and Y/N had spent more time together inside and outside of school. They started catching feelings for each other fast. Y/N walked into Peggy's classroom and saw her reading a book with her legs up on the desk. "Miss. Carter" Y/N said causing the woman to look up and smile. "Oh hello Y/N darlin" Peggy said causing a faint blush to cross over Y/N's. It didn't help Y/N's growing feelings whenever Peggy would call her those god damn pet Names. "What can I do for you Sweetheart" Peggy asked and Y/N walked over before placing something down on her desk. It was a box of chocolate covered strawberries. "When I saw this at the store I immediately thought of you so I had to buy it and give it to you" Y/N said as she watched Peggy take it before opening it. "You're an absolute sweetheart dear thank you" Peggy said as she stood up while setting the box down. Y/N watched as she walked from behind her desk and stopped in front of her towering over her. "Can I" Peggy asked and Y/N nodded making Peggy smile. She grabbed Y/N's hands and pulled her into a hug wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck. Y/N took a minute before wrapping her arms around Peggy and smiled. "Thank you again dear" she whispered out and Y/N pulled away before standing on her tippy toes and pecking Peggy's cheek. Y/N's eyes widened in shock before she pulled away. The two of them blushed and before they could say anything the bell rang.
Y/N walked over and sat at her desk before looking away. Peggy touched her cheek that Y/N kissed and sighed. She went back behind her desk and watched as students filled the room taking their seats. "As some of you might know next Tuesday is Valentine's day which I know some of you are excited for" Peggy started and YlN turned her head to look at Peggy who was already looking at her. Peggy averted her gaze to look around the classroom as some of the students cheered.
Valentine's day came around fast. The school was in chaos with boys and girls handing out roses, chocolates and candy to their Valentine's. Tony had given all the teachers a little something. Peggy was leaning against her desk with her legs crossed and arms folded as she waited for someone. She looked behind her and looked at the bouquet of roses and the heart box full of chocolates sitting on top. It felt like she was in highschool all over again with how nervous she was. "You wanted to see me Miss. Carter" someone said causing her to look up to see Y/N standing in the doorway. "Yeah come in and close the door behind her" Peggy said and Y/N walked in before shutting the door behind her. Peggy pushed herself off of her desk before facing Y/N. "I wanted to ask you something" Peggy said and Y/N frowned. "It's nothing bad so you don't need to worry about that she continued causing Y/N to sigh in relief. Peggy breathed in and out before grabbing the bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates. She looked up to see Y/N looking at her waiting patiently. "I uh I wanted to ask you if you would like to be my Valentine's if you don't want to that's fine I mean da-" Peggy was cut off when Y/N threw herself into her hugging her tightly. "Of course I'll be your Valentine Peg" Y/N said and Peggy wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist. Y/N pulled away after a couple seconds and Peggy set the stuff down before cupping Y/N's face. "Can I" Peggy asked as Y/N grabbed hold of her wrists. "Please" Y/N said and Peggy leaned in and kissed Y/N on the lips.
The two of them felt sparks ignite when their lips touched. Their hearts were mended back together finally able to feel loved again.
#Peggy Carter x Reader#Peggy Carter#Professor Peggy Carter x Reader#Professor Peggy Carter#MJ#Peter Parker#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#Tony Stark#Kate Bishop#MCU#Marvel#River's Stories đ#Lesbian
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Meet Me Behind The Mall
Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader
Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, whoâs secret you recently figured out
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In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.
âWhatâs the answer to number 7?â The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words âthank u!â. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.
After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.
âThank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasnât enough to get a pass. I just donât get this unit.â
âYouâre welcome.â Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.
âI bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. Itâs just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?â You asked him as you continued to walk together.
âOh, I donât know.â He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of itâs misery.
âBye, Peter. Iâll see you next class. Have a good weekend.â You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.
That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didnât sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.
âWhere are you going, gorgeous?â
You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a manâs voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.
âHey. Iâm talking to you. Where are you going?âThe man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.
âCome on. Donât be rude. Just give me a smile and Iâll leave you alone.â The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.
âPlease. Iâll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.â You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.
âWhat the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.â He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.
âI donât want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.â You said meekly.
âDo you even have a wallet? All Iâm finding is lip gloss.â The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.
âOh, Iâm sorry you didnât find a better person to rob.â You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.
âOh, you think youâre funny? I donât like girls who think theyâre funny.â He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.
âSir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.â Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.
âHuh?â The guy said and let go of you.
âNow, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely ladyâs elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.â Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the manâs jeans fell to his ankles.
âHm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams âFruit of the Loomâ tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.â Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.
âUh oh. Someoneâs angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.â Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.
âIâll take that.â He quipped and yanked the purse out of the manâs hands.
âThank you!â Peter said politely as he caught your purse.
âHey!â The man shouted.
âHey?â Peter laughed. âYouâre yelling at me like itâs yours.â
The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.
âThank you, Spiderman.â You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.
âYouâre very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.â He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.
âWait, Peter?â You asked, making Peterâs heart drop.
âUh, what?â He gulped. âWhoâs that? Iâm your friendly neighbor Spiderman.â
âRight. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.â You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.
âOh. Well, thatâs not me. But he sounds really handsome.â Peter replied, making you laugh again.
âHe is.â You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.
âHe is?â He asked.
âOh, yeah. Absolutely.â You nodded. âIn a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which Iâm not sure why Iâm telling you now that I hear myself.â
âItâs okay. I like that show too.â He chuckled shyly. âHe sounds really cool.â
âHe is really cool. At least, I think he is. But Iâm not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.â You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didnât know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.
âMaybe heâs just shy. And doesnât know how to look pretty girls in the eye.â Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.
âThatâs a shame.â You smiled sadly. âBecause I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.â
Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you werenât telling him.
âMaybe heâll start.â He told you.
âI hope so.â You answered honestly. âHe seems nice. I could use a friend like him.â
Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.
âSo how was your night?â He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.
âDo you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?â You asked him.
âI do, actually. All the time.â He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.
âDo really, Spiderman?â You asked with hope in your voice. It wasnât that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you werenât the only one who felt that way.
âI do. Is that how you felt tonight?â
âI donât know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if theyâre thinking the same thing. And what theyâre thinking is that Iâm a freakish alien who theyâre embarrassed to know. Thatâs how I felt tonight.â
âWell thatâs no fun. And youâre not a freakish alien. Youâre very funny.â
âAnd you know that because youâre the cute guy in my chemistry class?â You asked with a hopeful smile.
âIâm not him. Iâm just guessing that youâre funny. So maybe you are an alien. I donât know. This is our first time meeting.â
âRight.â You rolled your eyes. âSo how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.â
âI donât know because I didnât take any test because Iâm not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? Itâs freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.â
âSure, thanks. Iâm this way.â You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.
âYou should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. Itâs not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.â
âI know. I asked my friends but they werenât ready to leave yet.â You shrugged.
âAnd they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.â Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.
âI know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?â You shrugged again, making Peter frown.
âItâs not a problem to look out for you.â He said simply.
âThatâs easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. Itâs your job.â You reminded him.
âIâm not just saying that because of my job. It wouldnât be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.â Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.
âThank you.â You said with a fond smile.
âYouâre very welcome.â Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.
âThis is my dorm.â You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.â
âAnytime.âHe nodded. âI just hope it doesnât happen again. But if it did, you know.â
âYouâd be here.â You finished his sentence.
âExactly.â He smiled. âYou can count on it.â
You couldnât see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.
âSee you at school?â You asked him.
âDonât think so.â Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didnât believe him but eventually shrugged.
âThatâs too bad. Good night.â You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
âGood night.â He called after you.
Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didnât have chemistry that day so youâd have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.
âHey, Peter.â You greeted as you walked up to him.
âH-hi.â He stammered. âWhat are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? Whatâs up?â
âThere we go.â Ned nodded. âI knew heâd get there eventually.â
âIâm good.â You replied. âHow are you doing?â
âOoo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?â Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.
âIs that what you told them?â You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.
âNo. I didnât. I swear.â He assured you as his entire face went red.
âHe did show us the note you gave him.â Ned told you.
âOh yeah. Three hearts. I didnât realize you guys were so serious.â Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.
âI never said she was my girlfriend.â Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.
âWhat? You didnât tell them about us, baby?â You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Nedâs made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.
âW-what?â Peter sputtered out.
âIâm messing with you.â You smiled. âBut I do need to talk to you.â
âOh, uh, okay. Sure.â Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.
âPrivately.â You clarified. Miles and Ned âooooâed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.
âDude, follow her.â Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.
âWhatâs up?â He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.
âI just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. Itâs my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.â You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.
âOh, youâre welcome. Anytime.â Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.
âShit.â He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.
âI knew it!â You whispered. âI knew that was your voice!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He said quickly.
âYes you do.â You grinned and poked him in the chest.
âI really donât.â He shrugged but he knew he was caught.
âThen why are you so flustered right now?â You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.
âIâm not.â He lied.
âYour face is hot.â You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.
âPsht. Your face is hot.â He scoffed and pushed your hand away.
âThank you.â You said pointedly. âBut you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. Thereâs no point in denying it now.â
âI donât have any secrets. So you donât know anything.â
âCome on, Peter.â You whined. âIâve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I donât have your number and I couldnât find you on Instagram. You have one, donât you?â
âIâm not on social media.â He told you.
âOkay. Thatâs serial killer behavior but Iâm willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.â You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.
âIâm not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.â He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.
âI guess you canât.â You sighed. âItâs weird though, right?â
âWhatâs weird?â He wondered.
âThat I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.â You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.
âI knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.â You said proudly.
âWhat do you know about the way I walk?â He asked with a shy smile.
âYou walk really stiff like youâre holding two invisible briefcases.â You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.
âWhat? No I donât. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.â He realized as he watched you.
âYou definitely do. Now can you please just tell me Iâm right? Iâve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.â You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.
âYou right.â He mumbled.
âYes! I knew I was right!â You cheered. âEverything makes sense now. Thatâs why youâre always disappearing or yawning or bruised. Youâre probably up every night getting girls purses, arenât you?â
âNot always purses.â He instead. âSometimes itâs bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.â
âWow.â You said with genuine amazement. âSo how long have you been doing this?â
âSince I was 15.â
â15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohlâs at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.â You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.
âItâs tiring but someone has to do it.â He shrugged. âJust like someone has to hand out Kohlâs cash.â
âThats true.â You chuckled. âAnd thatâs a very selfless way to look at it.â
âOh. Thank you.â He smiled shyly. âBut please, you canât tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.â
âDuh.â You replied. âThis is our secret.â
âYeah. Ours.â He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.
âHey, girl. I need your notes from class today.â She said to you.
âOh, sure. How come you werenât there?â You asked her.
âLiz and I went got coffee instead.â She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didnât ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.
âIâll text them to you.â You told her.
âThanks. Letâs go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if itâs good.â She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.
âBye, Peter. Iâll talk to you later, okay?â You told him before leaving with your friend.
âWhy were you talking to that lesbian?â Your friend asked you as you walked away.
âThat wasnât a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.â He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.
That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didnât notice you walk up to him.
âWell, well, well.â You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.
âItâs a fountain, actually.â Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.
âYouâre stupid. Move over.â You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.
âShould I be worried? Iâm starting to think you might be stalking me.â He teased you.
âExcuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. Youâre the one who keeps ending up placed Iâm already in.â
âSounds like something a stalker would say.â He said out of the corner of his mouth.
âYou wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?â You asked him and nodded towards his bag.
âSocks and boxers.â He smiled proudly and held up his items.
âOh shit. You did not come to play.â
âI really didnât.â He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.
âWhat?â He wondered.
âYouâre talking to me.â
âSo?â He laughed shyly. âYouâre talking to me.â
âNo, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? Iâve been waiting to meet him forever.â You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.
âI guess itâs easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. Youâre not as scary anymore.â
âI was scary before?â You gasped and pretended to be offended.
âYes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.â
âGirls like me?â You smiled coyly.
âPretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. Thatâs way less scary.â He insisted.
âYouâd rather talk to the multi-bear than me?âYou scoffed. âI have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.â
âNo, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.â He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.
âWell I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.â You replied, making him laugh.
âThank you. What about you? What are you looking for?â
He could have said âshopping forâ but thatâs not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.
âBetter friends, actually. Have you seen any?â You asked with a playful but sad smile.
âI just saw your friends in H&M.â He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.
âYeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldnât hang out.â You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.
âThey came here without you?â
âI asked them to hang out. They all said they couldnât. But now Iâm getting a sneaking suspicion thereâs a second group chat that Iâm not in.â You laughed but he knew it was fake.
âIâm sorry.â He said quietly.
âI came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didnât even say anything to them because I didnât want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.â You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.
âGirls suck.â You said after a beat. âNot always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I donât understand why.â
âNeither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?â
âI donât know. I kinda saw this coming.â You admitted. âI started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.â
âThatâs really hurtful. Iâm sorry. Iâve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, youâd probably never speak again.â Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.
âExactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if theyâd notice at all.â
âNo one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.â He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.
âWeâre friends, right? Because I know your secret.â
âWe can be friends.â Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.
âThanks.â You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.
âYouâre probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if youâd like.â
âThatâs okay. You donât have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.â You told him.
âItâs not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.â Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from âyou can comeâ to âI wanted you to be thereâ that made all the difference.
âDo you want to hang out with me today?â You asked him.
âYeah. I do.â He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.
âCome on. Letâs go look at the home decor.â
Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.
âThank you.â You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.
âThis would be perfect for you.â You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.
âIs my job a joke to you?â He laughed and flicked the pillow.
âI mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?â
âBushes are rare, actually. Itâs usually car hoods and hot dog stands.â He admitted.
âOuch.â You grimaced. âDoesnât that hurt?â
âNo. Hot dog stands are really soft.â He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.
âI love that Iâm the only one that knows this about you.â You told him.
âYou really do, donât you?â He realized with an amused smile.
âWell, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.â
âSomething about me? What do you mean?â
âI donât know. Youâre so allusive.â You shrugged. âAlways disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.â
âWow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobodyâs ever really noticed me like that.â Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldnât see how flustered that made him.
âThat you know of.â You corrected. âBecause I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.â
âI notice you too.â He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.
âSo, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.â
âA hot nerd?â
âYeah. That.â He laughed shyly.
âI wasnât messing with you.â You shrugged. âOr him. Either of you. I meant what I said.â
âSo did I. I really donât know how to talk to pretty girls.â
âWeâre just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.â
âWhy would you need to detach your feet?â He laughed.
âI donât know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where youâd yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And theyâd just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubsâ.
âTo be a woman is to perform.â He nodded along.
âShut up.â You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.
âSo who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.â You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.
âMy best friend. But thatâs because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.â
âSounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.â You told him.
âThatâs a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?â He asked, making you laugh.
âSo I was the first to figure it out?â
âYou were. And now Iâm really hoping itâs not obvious.â
âI wouldnât say itâs obvious. Iâm just very observant.â
âOf everything or just me?â He asked you.
âJust you.â You teased, making him blush again.
âWhat else have you observed about me?â He wondered.
âA few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and Iâm starting to think youâre working up the nerve to hold mine. That or youâre fighting the urge to punch me so Iâm hoping itâs the former. I also observed that you havenât checked your phone once since I found you and youâre letting me pick all the stores we go into.â
âWow. And what do your observations tell you?â
âThat you like me.â You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.
âWhat?â Peter sputtered. âNo I donât.â
âSays the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.â You clicked your tongue and shook your head.
âWhat?â He laughed. âThat is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. Thatâs just my job.â
âAll right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?â
âAvoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.â Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.
âGood to know.â You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.
âSo why spiders? Iâve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?â You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.
âIt was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. Thatâs where I got the name.â He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.
âReally? I never wouldâve guessed that. Iâm learning so much right now.â You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.
âWhat else do you want to know?â He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.
âWhy red and blue?â You wondered.
âRed for my momâs red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.â Peter said out loud for the first time.
âAw, Peter.â You pouted. âThatâs really beautiful. I love that.â
âThank you. I never told anybody that before.â He admitted.
âHm. Something else just between us, then.â You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.
When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.
âYou can, you know. If you want to.â You said without looking at him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.
âOkay. Never mind, then.â You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didnât say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.
âOh God. Itâs them.â You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didnât.
âWhat are you gonna do?â He asked. âI can stick to the wall if that at all helps.â
âWell Iâm definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.â You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didnât want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didnât hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.
âActually, no.â You decided. âWhy should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldnât run away just so they donât have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.â
âLetâs do it.â Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.
âHey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.â You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.
âWe were gonna text you.â Liz said quickly.
âDonât even worry about it.â You told her. âIn fact, donât text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.â
âSo what? Youâre gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?â Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasnât phased.
âYouâre the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So Iâm pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.â Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peterâs mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.
âYeah.â You agreed. âYou guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each otherâs back and Iâm sure you did the same to me so I canât say Iâm gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldnât have found a real friend.â
âWho? This lesbian?â One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.
âYeah.â Peter snapped. âThis lesbian.â
âNow if youâll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.â You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didnât drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.
âThat felt good.â You said through an out of breath laugh.
âFor me too.â Peter agreed. âAnd I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.â
âCome on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.â You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.
âOkay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.â You told him as the countdown began.
âBut Iâm so awkward. I donât know how to pose.â Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.
âJust smile and look like you like me.â You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.
âI do like you.â He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.
You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didnât care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.
âWait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?â
âWhat? No.â He laughed. âThey donât come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I donât actually produce webs.â
âOh. Okay.â You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.
âWait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.â He asked you.
âI mean, Iâd still like you but I donât know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where Iâd have to draw the line.â
âSo does that mean youâd date a guy who doesnât produce webs?â He asked with a hopeful smile.
âIsnât that every guy?â You pointed out.
âOh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.â He realized. âWell, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?â
âWell, I donât know. I never thought about that before.â You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.
âWhat do you think now?â He asked with your face still in his hands.
âI think I would.â You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.
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DOWN BAD- P.B PARKER
Pairing- Jock! Peter x Nerd! Reader (enemies to⊠lovers?)
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad?
Warnings: Making out, suggestive sexual content, dry humping, teasing, swearing etcâŠ
Notes: Itâs been a while, I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty! I hope you enjoy nonetheless, I had a fun time writing, and I really did miss it (Taylor Swifts new album really inspired me too!) I am using my phone to post for the first time, I hope to go back and format/ edit if need be when I can use my laptop again. Thank you for all the support :)
âDonât look at me like that.â You huffed, eyes sharp as daggers as your cool gaze slid over to your target and struck its mark.
Peter Parker. Bullseye.
You could feel his lingering attention solely focused on you, a coy smirk upon his lips as he tapped his pencil against the wooden desk, its dull echo like nails on a chalkboard. A taunting metronome in the back of your mark as he leaned over to tower over you in his seat.
It was too close to yours for your liking.
âLike what pipsqueak?â he murmured, drowning out the professor's droning voice as he dragged on. You wished you could hit him with the textbook in your bag. Both of them, honestly.
âLike youâre thrilled for this. Donât act like you like me.â
âWell I do like you.â He smiled, beaming ear to ear.
For him, it was the best day of his life. Getting randomly paired with âwhoever youâre sitting next to, I donât care.â (the professor's words, not yours), was a thrill for him, he got to pick on the quiet, shy girl more than usual.
Which would be a shock, considering the sheer amount he did already, always finding his way next to you to tease you, especially with and to his stupid jockey friends. This project was worth thirty percent of your grade. You couldnât afford this.
âWell I donât like you. So fuck off.â You heard a low whistle from behind you, a chuck alongside it from his friends. âKitty has claws?â Peter whistled, eyebrow raising in mock surprise as you shifted your legs to the other side of the chair, angling away from him.
âOh youâre in for it now Parkerâ Bucky laughed as you covered your ears in an attempt to drown them out. You felt like you were in middle school again, the way they mocked you. And what made it worse was that it got to you. Not that the jokes and remarks meant anything much, but it was just the sheer annoyance of it all.
You had thrived to be a straight A student your entire life, and in this class⊠you could feel them slipping. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your pen harder in your hand, pressing so hard the page snagged as you wrote.
You could still feel his eyes on you, flickering over from under his glasses ,his muscles flexing subtly under his blue t-shirt. You pretended not to look, and to not focus on the fact he was extremely attractive. You spent the rest of the hour doing just that, scolding yourself for any indecent thought you had ever had about him, ever. By the time the professor had snapped his laptop shut, the projector turning dark as students started to talk amongst themselves as they packed up, you had half a page of notes, max.
âIâll be in touch.â he leaned down and whispered, hand lingering by your chair as he slipped by. âFuck you.â
He just threw his head back and laughed, his friend group joining him as he looked back. And winked. You groaned. This was going to be three weeks of hell.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
It was a Thursday when you got a text from him. An unknown number flashed on your screen as you lay face down on your bed, contemplating life and if this class was seriously worth it or not.
The buzz of the phone had your head snapping up, confused until it suddenly dawned on you.
Unknown: Think we should start brainstorming for this thing pipsqueak?
Well fuck, you thought, wanting to throw your phone across the room. This class wasnât that important, right? (It was).
Taking a deep breath, you sat up as your thumbs started to fly across the screen.
You: Who is this?
Unknown: Iâm hurt, pips. Truly.
You: I think you have the wrong number.
You smirked. Okay, who were you kidding⊠this was kind of fun. Kind of.
Peter: Itâs Peter, you jerk. Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?
You: Peter who? Doesnât ring a bell.
Good. Knock him down a few pegs. You giggled to yourself, quickly stopping once you realised why exactly you were kicking your feet like a school girl, for who exactly. You layed back down, head muddled with meaningless thoughts that jumbled as you waited for his response. Grabbing a stuffie, you hugged it close to your chest, feeling it rise and fall as you caught your breath, grounding yourself. Why on earth did this mean so much to you? Why did his texts, something so easily ignorable- suddenly a waiting game?
Peter: Ha ha, very funny pips.
You: How did you even get my number anyways?
Peter: Long story, I had to go on a bit of a hunt. A friend, of a friend of a friend, you get the point. I can be very persuasive ;)
Nope. You thought. Donât give into this.
You: Iâm sure.
Peter: You wanna come over on the weekend or meet at Braxstonâs to start⊠brainstorming?
You: I donât want to do anything of the sort, but if that gets this over with as soon as possible- then sure. Only one of us has a brain to storm anyways.
Peter: Youâll regret that pips.
You clicked off your phone, a ghost of a smirk on your face. His threat surprisingly didnât seem like a real threat, but actual light hearted teasing, not the kind he often did.
Fuck. You were supposed to be hating him. You did hate him. It was only three weeks with him. You werenât sure if you meant that with relief or disappointment.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
It was disappointment.
You sighed, closing your eyes as you rubbed your creased temple. It was nearly midnight , and your books were still scattered across the desk you occupied, the library a ghost town considering it was a Friday night. Braxston library tended to be on the empiter side, which is why you preferred it. It was the oldest library on campus, smelling of old pages and cedarwood.
Sometimes, when you needed a break you would get up and run your fingers across the leather spines, or climb the ladder for a change of view of the stained glass windows. But tonight, you lacked the motivation to even bother standing. It had been a long night, filled with cramming and stress. Pen and highlighter stained your hands as you shook them out, cramped and aching. For the last hour you had solely focused on the final you and Peter had to pull out your ass, coming up with backup plans with the worry he would abandon you completely.
Topics, ideas, theories- god you didnât even know anymore. Your body lacked caffeine, your iced coffee long gone. You grew tired of this mindless work, sliding off your headphones to admire the near empty room around you.
Suddenly, you wished it was completely empty.
Peter looked just as shocked to see you, eyes widening in surprise, backpack slung over his shoulder, hair ruffled and eyebags prominent as if he had fallen asleep and been startled awake.
âPips? I thought we werenât supposed to meet until tomorrow?â He made his way over to you, inviting himself to lean over you, on your desk. You stared up at him with a look of amusement.
âWe donât have to meet at all. Itâs very bold you assume Iâm here to see you, of all people.â you snorted. His eyebrow raised. âSo who are you here to meet?â
âTwo papers and exam prep. You?â
âMore or less the sameâ he smirked, and you felt butterflies start to churn in your stomach. âSounds like great fun. Iâm sure theyâre lovely.â you said, snarky comment slipping out before you could stop it, turning in your seat as you often did around him so he wouldnât see the fluster and nerves in your demeanour whenever you were near him.
He leaned down, breath warm against the column of your neck. You couldn't breathe. You could not fucking breathe with him this close to you. The rich scent of his cologne made you dizzy, it intoxicated you as you stared at your laptop screen, as if it possessed the knowledge of the entire universe.
âYou know, you canât avoid me forever. Youâre gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.â
âI donât know what you're talking aboutâ you snarled softly, staring at the coy, cockly little smirk you wanted to wipe off his face as he stood. âSure you donât.â He nodded his head towards your screen, with a wink.
âGood song.â he smiled, before he was off. You continued to stare at him as he walked out the door, not looking back once. Not a care in the world as he slipped on his own headphones, and around the corner.
Eyes moved down to stare at the pause button of your song, lyrics burning into your ears at the thought of him listening to it- and enjoying it.
Down bad, waking up in blood, staring at the sky, come back over and pick me up- fuck it if I canât have us, I might just not get up, I might stay down bad.
You were so incredibly fucked.
âââââââââââââââââââ
You took a deep breath. Then another.
You let the crisp, cool night air wash over your burning skin, the faint smell of weed tickling your senses, probably from a house down the street. It was a pretty busy neighbourhood, full of students you recognized from afar on campus. You didnât associate with the more âpopularâ kids, if that could even be considered a thing past high school.
You tried to shake off the uneasiness that stuck with you, cracking your knuckles as you tried to prepare yourself to not only see Peter, but to interact with him- in his house. Most likely for hours. You knew you probably looked like a complete idiot out on the sidewalk, just near his house but you had to muster some form of courage.
All you could see was a faint light from what looked like the living room, and a light upstairs- you presumed his room. No sign of life other than that.
You thought of his words, how twisted they sounded. You canât avoid me forever. Youâre gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.
Fuck it.
You slipped from your hiding spot (from Peter, you were placed behind a large tree in his front yard, but god knows what people driving by thought), and mentally prepared yourself for his roommates to answer the door, making fun of you before he put the cherry on top. Practically leaping up the porch stairs, you raced to the door, knocking quickly.
You wanted this over and done with. Your palms were clammy and your stomach churned viciously as you heard footsteps near the door. It took everything in you to stay rooted to the ground and to not flee, and when Peter appeared, you feared the opposite.
How the hell you were supposed to move with him in that slutty little fit, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his waist, his v-line and happy trail on full display⊠his toned abs and arms in a little white muscle shirt⊠gods you didnât know. You were sure your tongue fully hung out of your mouth like some cartoon character as you took him in.
âTook you long enoughâ he said with a snort, adjusting his glasses, sliding them further up his nose. You didnât even know he had glasses. Did he wear contacts? Had he worn them and you just didnât notice? No, surely that wasnât the case, you noticed everything he did. It was like he sucked all of the air out of the atmosphere whenever he walked in a room. It was suffocating, in a way. Of course you had to look at him, and you were sure you weren't the only one.
âI was admiring the greenery.â
âI saw that. I wasnât sure the maple needed to be examined that long.â he smirked, and your felt your fists instinctively clench.
He had saw you- so you were fucked and now the only logical thing to do was to run into a brick wall. Perfect, got it.
âI enjoy living in the moment, and I donât take nature for granted.â you huffed, attempting to compose yourself as he stepped aside, motioning for you to enter. âIâm sure. Donât worry it was cute.â he smiled, running a hand through his tosseled hair.
You slid off your shoes, setting them next to his worn in converse you always saw him wear. You noticed the other pairs were missing, not even a missing lace to be found.
âWhere are your roommates?â you asked as entered, surveying the open space. It was surprisingly tidy for a boys place, and you couldnât help but smirk at the thought of Peter rushing around attempting to clean up before you came (though you doubted he would ever do that). Still, it was nice to think about.
Little traces of âboyâ still lingered, silly little signs scattered across the walls, flags and such, empty, crushed beer and poking out from the recycling bins. âI kicked them out, because I figured you would want to contentrate.â he said.
Yeah like Iâm going to be able to conetrate with you looking that fucking fine. Ha.
âThatâs considerate. Iâm surprised you even know what that is, Parker. Iâm impressed.â
He snorted, throwing a little look back your way as he lead you up the stairs, presumably to his room. âIâm surprised you know how to walk up stairs. You have Bambi legs.â he teased, mocking your clumsiness. You cursed him internally. Maybe out loud too, judging by his laugh.
You tried to stifle down the butterflies. You were not about to flirt with him. You were not about to let your developing feelings expand. You hated him. He was mean and he was an asshole.
You were simply here to get this project done. Thatâs it.
âYouâre an asshole.â
âI know.â was all he said, turning down a hall to an open door, light glowing faintly- beckoning to you. You appreciated his refusal to use the overhead light- not that youâd tell him that. Heâd probably look at you like you were insane.
âI see you clean for girls you bring over.â you noted, observing his (surprisingly) decently clean room.
âBold of you to assume I cleaned. Maybe Iâm always this tidy.â he smirked, arms flexing over and behind his head as he sat down in his office chair, man-spreading as he stretched.
You tried so hard not to stare. And failed miserably.
âI wouldâve thought you cleaned up for ladies you bring to bed.â
His eyebrows arched. âShould I have prepared then?â
Something like churning fire burned in your belly, slithering lower and lower.
âDonât start with me.â
âWouldnât dream of it pip.â he smiled coyly, knowing he had gotten you flustered. âMay I?â you nodded to his bed, trying to ignore your feelings as you sat down. Fanning your skirt out, you tucked your legs in before opening your bag, attempting to cover your thighs with your bag as much as you could- his cool gaze staring lasers into your bare skin.
âSo⊠if we have to base this on a creature in the wildâŠâ
âJumping straight to the point arenât we?â he asked and you frowned in confusion.
âWhat did you want me to do foreplay or something beforehand?â you asked, your word choice more than intentional. You swore a little pink tinted his cheeks as he swiveled around.
âRight to it then. Okay, I was thinking spiders. Specifically their venom and social behaviours.â
You blinked. Jesus okay he had thought about this. This was not what you were expected.
âElaborate Parker.â
He smiled. â From what Iâve seen, not a lot is known about the venom entirely. From a predator-prey aspect.. Iâve mainly seen stuff on specific components evolving to target specific sites on cell membrains of prey tissue, we could work with that to start. Maybe expand on the social aspect and evolution.â
You were stunned. This was⊠more than you couldâve hoped for. Suddenly you felt bad for all the doubt aimed towards him over the few days leading up to this meeting.
âHmm. I like it.â
âDid you have any ideas you had brewing in that genius brain of yours?â he asked, making you blush internally.
âI had some stuff just in case, but it was just random jots Iâm not too proud of.â
He scoffed. âYou came prepared with backup stuff?!â
You just shrugged. âDo you blame me?â
âKinda.â he laughed. âStart thinking of me more highly pips. I even have access to a brown widow, we could do some experiments.â
You winced at the thought of actually studying a spider up close, but it was part of the job. Whatever could get this done the fastest, and you had to applaud him for providing some of your own evidence you could actually showcase.
He caught your wince, and you could feel the teasing start to start. It was like bait for him, he loved it. âThe spider may bite, but I wonât. That is, unless you want me too.â he winked, and you fought the urge not to chuck your laptop at his handsome face.
âYouâre gross Parker.â
âOh Iâm sure you think I am. Doesnât make a difference to me.â
You were going to strangle him. âLetâs just focus and get this project done as soon as we can, yeah? Please.â
You riffled through your bag, grabbing different coloured pens and your notebook, skimming through your random thoughts and jots.
âWhatever you say pip.â
âStart researching Parker.â And that was that.
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A few hours had passed, and so far you were quite impressed with how much the two of you had gotten done. For the most part, the two of you had stayed on opposite sides of the room. If he wanted to make a move, he wasnât physically doing it, and his roommates still hadnât come home yet.
Though as the hours passed, he had made his way closer to you- ever so slightly. From his desk he nudged over closer and closer, his laptop landing in his lap as he worked.
âWhat source are you working from right now?â you asked, not bothering to cast your gaze up as you continued to type, fingers flying over the keyboard as you bit your lip in concentration. You failed to notice his eyes darting between your lips and your breasts that poked out slightly as you slouched over, licking his lips hungrily.
âSome research paper. Here.â
You let out a little oomph in surprise as he plopped down beside you, sprawled across his bed as he enveloped you in his makeshift fortress. He stared at you with such longing you felt faint, having to stop your work to pull yourself together.
Fuck.
He nodded towards it, and you realized you had been staring at him longer than you intended, forgetting about the paper completely. âOh, yeah okay let me look.â you murmured, taking the laptop from his hand to slide it across your lap, the fan whirling softly, the warmth of it adding more coals to the fire you felt already.
He was still staring.
Please look away before I want to kiss you. Or do more then kiss you. Iâm supposed to be hating you, stop please.
You tried your best to read and concentrate, but it was next to no use. All you could focus on was him, his fingers drumming on the comforter near your thigh (what man has a comforter anyways?!), and his gaze on you, that was heavy with something. Want, perhaps? Lust? Or you were delusional. Very possible.
âItâs um, itâs good. I like it, I think thereâs lots of good⊠stuff here.â
âGood stuff huh?â he asked sarcastically, a smirk plastered across his face.
He knew. The fucker knew you were down bad.
âYeah. You know what I mean.â you grumbled, staring back down at your screen.
âI do know what you mean. Do you know what I mean?â he asked, hand inching closer and closer to your thigh- teasing you. You took a deep breath, grounding yourself.
You could push your hatred aside for just a few minutes. It was okay, just this once. Right?
You bit your lip, and fuck if that didnât turn him on even more. Nodding to him, as if he could speak to you telepathically.
Yes, this is okay. Please touch me. Just a little, even is fine.
âMaybe you should explain a little more, Parker.â
His fingers skimmed the edge of your skirt, warm to the touch as they stroked your skin softly, just a whisper of him lingering. Goosebumps lingered in their wake, and you pushed your laptop off to the side, not caring where it landed on the bed. Just not next to him.
âHow much more?â
His voice was low. Deep. Needing. You wanted more.
Another stroke of his fingers on your thigh, closer to where you wanted him the most made you shiver, toes curling. His gaze never left yours, never faultered. Instead of its usual lightness, his teasing and bullying- his eyes were dark with lust. Nothing but his full attention was on you, and you couldnât help but shudder as he leaned in closer.
Another hand landed on your thigh. âYeah?â he asked, voice rough as you nodded quickly. âMhmmm..- oh!â you let out a little gasp as he swiftly grabbed you, swinging you over to straddle his lap, tossing you as if you weighed nothing.
You hated that you found it hot.
He smirked, leaning forward- so close you could feel his thudding heart with a small hand gesture sliding across his chest, could feel his breath catching. Just a small little gap between his lips and yours.
âYouâre going to regret this.â you murdered, fingers curling into his shirt, twisting the soft fabric.
âI wonât. Will you?â
âI might.â
His smile grew.
â I still hate you, you know.â
âI know. And you look so damn hot when you do.â He pulled you closer, fingers digging into your skin, needing you closer and closer despite the two of you practically forming one being.
A clash of teeth and tongue happened, rough and harsh- full of hate and need. A hatred for your need for him. Why did you need him? Of all people?
Because he was so fucking fine.
A hand slipped under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it slightly. You ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it as your hips moved on their own account- causing a groan to slip from his lips.
Youâd do anything to hear it again.
âThis is so wrong.â was all you could moan as his lips worked their way down your neck, tracing your jaw before nipping at your earlobe.
âI donât do right, pips. You know this.â
âMhm. But you hate me.â
He laughed against your skin, and you rocked your hips again, a little slap to your asscheek making you jolt.
âWhatever makes you sleep better at night, pips. Whatever you want to think.â he sighed, massaging the skin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
You needed his lips on yours. You didnât want to even try to decipher what his words meant, your head was foggy with want. You were slipping into a puddle of bliss, finally letting the restraint you held on a tight leash go- freeing the want and pure desire.
Yes, you wanted him. Yes, you hated him. And yes, he teased you. It hurt- but this didnât. This was a soothe to his constant jabs, a salve to the wounds he caused.
âYou feel so good. I want you so bad.â you confessed, causing him to moan again.
Yes. Yes, please.
âYouâre killing me.â
âGood. Itâs payback for the way you treat me.â you smirked, kissing him again. Hard, fast, rough. Mean.
Until he just⊠stopped.
Pulled away slightly, making you raise an eyebrow with confusion. His cheeks tinted slightly pink, hair messy and eyes wide with excitement, eager to keep going. To go further. So why did he just- stop?
âParker?â
He smiled coyly.
âDonât we have work we need to be doing?â he asked sarcastically- and you felt your stomach drop. He was teasing you. He was doing this just to get under your skin, to leave you high and dry and needing. Knowing damn well nothing could possibly get done now but him.
âYou- you just want to get back to work? After that?â
âI want to do the dirtiest things imaginable to you, pips. I want to do so many things. But if we keep going and get nothing done, youâll regret it and hate me. If we get work done, youâll hate me too. I rather you hate me but feel secure with this, at least.â he murmured, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
It was tender, and you couldnât help but lean into his touch. âSo you just, want to work? Did I do something wrong?â you asked.
âGods no. But itâs too easy if I just give it to you like that. You know me, pips- I tease. Maybe if youâre good and get more work done we can have some harmless, regretless fun.â he winked, sliding his hands down to your hips, picking you up again to toss you gently on his pillows, kissing your hand with a wink as he stood to go back to his desk.
Oh you were fucked. So, so fucked.
âI heard that.â he laughed, and you buried your head in your hands. This was going to be a long three weeks indeed.
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe đž
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | itâs practically like weâre down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldnât find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you canât put it in
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lessons in kissing.
dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.
summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).
wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!
notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!
request by: anonymous.
âyouâre lying! youâve really never kissed anyone before?â
âdude, like, ever?!â peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyoneâs confusion.Â
ânot even when you were in kindergarten?â you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dickâs voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.
your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superheroâlike a family of lemurs, a small one, youâd reckon.
âgeez,â your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. âif i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldnât have told you guys in confidence.â
âno, itâs justâŠâ a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. âi mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but youâre not ugly.â
âi- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?â your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers.Â
âw-what, no!â he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. âwait- no, i mean, yes! itâs a compliment.â
youâve always found it cute.
âi think what peter means isâŠâ bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didnât stop him from joining. âyouâre handsome, he talks about it all the time.â
âdude...â peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities.Â
âoops, my bad,â another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. âwe find you handsomeâthough, iâm pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.â
âgod,â you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. âcan you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?â
yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, youâd even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.
âwhy?â peter turned back, almost offended, while dickâs laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. âis that weird?â
âkinda?â the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you againâhyenas. âi mean, i guess itâs because weâre so close now, soâŠâ
âpft, that never stopped me,â it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you werenât dickâshameless and confident, you admired it on good days.Â
nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular personâs first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.
dickâs gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he wouldâve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. âcome on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because weâre best friends now?
âdude, you think about me?â peterâs eyes widened. it wouldâve been hilarious if you werenât involved. you wouldâve passed this off as a banter, no more than that.Â
you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dickâs chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.
the day went on like usual. peterâs collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peterâlike every friendship youâd imagine.
but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived.Â
the next few days havenât been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because youâd pick at your food while their voicesâquestions and commentsâwere ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.
was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldnât help but let these thoughts run rampant.
no. no, it wasnât. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.
you werenât insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-
oh.
ohhhhh.
dick and peter.
âteach me.â you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peterâs very⊠very small coffee table.
âah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!â dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth.Â
you made a slight pout, only because they werenât taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.
âwith what?â peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.
âpete, you can still eat-â you laughed, taking a bite of your food.Â
âoh, thank god.â and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.
dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. âso, teach you what exactly?â he continued on. âfighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-â
âno, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?âÂ
âwell, iâm guessing thatâs why you came to us for training?â dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance.Â
âguys, i donât want to be a vigilante.â you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. âor a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.â
âhey, theyâre not weird-â
âi want toâŠâ it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. âlearn what itâs like to kiss.â
peter choked on his glass of water.
you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peterâs widened eyes even when you look away. âhandjobs, blowjobs, everythingâŠâ
and a piece of dickâs meatball was caught in his throat.
a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded.Â
âso, you want us to teach you how toâŠâ dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you werenât sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. âkiss and⊠other things?â
âyeah,â you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. âi know, itâs weird. you donât have to say yes or anything, itâs just-â
âis that why youâve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone elseâs behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moodyâpart of it, anyway.Â
âmhm.â the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each otherâof judgement, most likely.
and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and runningârunning as far from you as possible. âguys, wait, iâm sorry-â
you looked up and watched them dash to peterâs bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. âwhat are you-â
âfirst step, make sure you have good breath.â dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peterâs already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.
âatleastluntilhelikeyousenoughâ peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.
âuh-huh, okay⊠seems a little obvious, butâŠâ you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth tooâbut also because of your best friends.
you can always count on them.Â
âyou ready?â dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment.Â
âyes.â you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe youâto pacify you.
and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. âjust stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.â he made you feel safe.
you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. âsame with me.â âi will.â your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.
light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitementâyour relief.Â
it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.
unbeknownst to you, dickâs been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. âremember what i told you⊠build it up.â he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. ânice and slow.âÂ
peterâs palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.
ânice and slowâŠâ dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. âthatâs it.â it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dickâs breath ghosted on your skin.
âwas that okay?â an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.
âa natural,â dick laughed, stroking your hair back and youâve never see him so affectionateâloving, as he doted on you. âtry it on peter. more touching though, if youâre okay with that.â
you nodded and turned your head, meeting peterâs gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. âIâm okay with that.â
âme too.â peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss.Â
his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. ârub my chest, i like it when people do that.â peter whispered in between each kiss.
you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peterâs broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.
in the meantime, dickâs been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. heâs always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peterâs own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth.Â
it was tantalizingâbreath-takingâ watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peterâs were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.
when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dickâs tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. âmmf...â you moaned out, breathing harder.
but just like dick, peter wasnât finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peterâs arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war.Â
they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.
lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.
âitâs okay if you donât want to.â dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.
through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peterâs bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. âi did say teach me everythingâŠâ his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.
âhey, hey,â dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. âyouâre going to scare him, horn dog.â he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.
you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at allâjust a moment of time that theyâll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you donât remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.
the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.
you followed.
even though you were similar height to peter, he was strongerâthey both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peterâs pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dickâs throbbed for something to fillâa porn scene come to lifeâand you were left agape, jaw and legs.
âkinda surprised weâve never done this sooner,â peter said, you werenât used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. âthough, was hoping iâd have you to myself, butâŠâ gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. âthis works too.â
your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.
contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned.Â
you didnât know where to lookâto fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.
that became more a problemâa dilemmaâwhen you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attentionâselfish and stubborn, like always. âare you sure this wasnât a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.â
he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your bodyâchest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.
you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peterâs cock and heâd lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.
âno, i swear- itâs just-â dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. âyou guys made me feel safe, soâŠâ
âwell,â you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. âwe are superheroes.â
you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dickâs mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.
âoh, fuckâŠâ warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.
âitâs just like kissing,â he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethraâonce again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. âbut let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.â
âm-mmâŠâ you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.
âevery.â dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.
âfuck-â you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.
âpart.â holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they mustâve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licksâardent and full of fervor.
and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.
âcome on,â peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. âyou learn best when you demonstrate what youâve been taught.â
peter covered your view of dick, but you werenât sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dickâs tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing.Â
you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but itâs become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peterâs reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.
âhowâs he doing, pete?â your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.
âhe really is a natural.â peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. âyou try.â
âfuck, yes.â dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasnât slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.
as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dickâs was bigger, thickerâa mouth stretcher youâd imagine. but peterâs was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse.Â
and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.
âlook at you,â dickâs voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. âwho knew youâd be such a cock lover, hm?âÂ
âhe canât get enough of it, godâŠâ peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.
two hands kept dickâs cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldnât mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dickâs smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.
âcome on⊠(m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?â dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.
âyouâre too comfortable now, (m/n). youâre slackingâŠâ peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peterâs cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.
holy shit, this is happening.
like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. itâs buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.
when it was dickâs turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peterâs cock wasnât left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.
âfuck, there we goâŠâ occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. âthereâs my star. taking cock like a good student.âÂ
if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whateverâwhoeverâentered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.
it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed moreâsomething to fill you elsewhere that wasnât your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could haveâand they recognized it.Â
peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but heâs always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peterâs cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.
âiâm going to assume we donât need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?â dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peterâs original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.
âfuck, i need you guys so bad.â breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peterâs nice girth sliding in between the plump skin.Â
he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. youâve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasnât a unit that was particularly focused.
in between preparation, your mouth remained on dickâs cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.
âiâll go slow.â peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. âtell me if you want to stop.â
once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid inâburned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.
it was almost like you couldnât breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you donât want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at themâthey didnât want to stop either.Â
peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.
âoh- peter, right there, fuck.â your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back.Â
âyeah? right here?â peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. âoh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck⊠so fucking tightâ
âbaby, youâre doing a great job, godâŠâ your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. âi think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.â
for the first time, you felt wanted.Â
peterâs thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dickâs cock, the sound of peterâs grunts, the flutter of dickâs eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peterâs forehead and bodyâthe bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust.Â
after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldnât stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.
âfuck, better than iâve ever imagined,â he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peterâs cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock againâno complaints. âstill so tight, even after peter fucked you so hardâŠâ
âitâs like he was made to be a whore, right?â such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time shouldâve been like.
it wasnât what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.
but this⊠you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dickâs muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.
this was⊠peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touchâto fuck.
dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peterâs long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you togetherâthree, when peter fucked into your mouth.Â
this was so much fucking better.Â
âholy shit-â under dickâs touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.
seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.
âfuck, iâm going to-â you watched peterâs abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.
you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peterâs musk as well, and againâthose holy bells rang.
with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dickâs mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you.Â
dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peterâs for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peterâs, but most of it fell to your connected lips.Â
âfuck, thatâs hotâŠâ dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peterâs, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.
he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peterâs when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didnât know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.
âso, are lessons still on for next week or?â peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants.Â
âi mean⊠iâm still up for it if you guys are?â you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peterâs cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.
âmm... yeah.â dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off.Â
âweâre good teachers, pete.
nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!
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Remnants of Regret | Tony Stark x Son! Reader
Summary: All Y/n ever wanted was his fatherâs love. Was that too much to ask?
Y/n sat on the floor in his bedroom, legs crossed, focusing intently on the canvas propped up before him. With a charcoal stick in his hand, Y/n carefully sketched the outline of a cityscape, his e/c eyes narrowed in concentration. His room permeated with the soft scratching of charcoal on canvas, a melody in the air.
Once Y/n finished the final touches and scooted back to examine his piece. One simple word crossed his mind: beautiful.
Since childhood, Y/n has loved drawing, sketching, and painting. He started with simple subjects like trees, flowers, and stars, then progressed to more complex images like people's faces and vehicles. He loved it so much that he pursued an art degree in college, unable to imagine a life not surrounded by art of some kind.
Furthermore, art allowed him to express emotions that words couldn't convey by providing an escape from the chaos of everyday life. It was just him, his brush, and the many possibilities on a canvas.
However, Y/n sometimes wondered if choosing art as his passion was a good idea since his father, Tony Stark, did not seem to appreciate his artistic abilities. Instead, he shifted the appreciation that he should have for Y/n to someone else.
Peter Parker.
See, Y/n Stark is the type of guy who preferred music and painting to building suits and technology that Tony loved so much, which only seemed to widen the gap between father and son. Tony didnât seem to have much time for his son but made sure to have lots of time for Peter, who shared Tony's love for technology.
Y/n couldnât help but feel jealous as he watched his dad always dote on Peter, offering him opportunities and praise that Y/n craved. But he seemed to have little time or patience for his artistic son.
He placed his finished piece on his desk and started putting away his sketching utensils. Just then, he heard a knock on his open door and turned around to see that Steve was standing in the doorway. Y/n smiled when he saw Steve. Besides Tony, Steve was his favorite Avenger. He sometimes acted more of a parent than the one currently in his life and the guys both bonded over their love for drawing.
"Hey, Steve. How was the mission?"
"Tiring. Dealing with rogue mutants can certainly take a toll on me," Steve replied, his eyes suddenly drifting to Y/n's newly crafted sketch, "Nice drawing Y/n. Is this for your end-of-semester art project?"
Y/n nodded his head in confirmation. "Yes, my professor wanted the class to draw something that represents our unique perspective on the world."
"And what perspective is that?"
Y/n paused to think about that question. "I guess... It's my view of the world as an artist. The world is full of life and energy, but there's also darkness and shadows. It's a reminder that beauty and struggles coexist. Nothing can ever change that."
Steve nodded, tracing the bold lines and subtle shading. "Thatâs an interesting yet accurate perspective. I am proud of you. Youâre going to do great things one day."
A small smile appeared on Y/nâs face. He may not have gotten his dadâs praise, but he was happy that someone praised his artistic abilities and told him that he was proud of him. It warmed his heart.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me."
"Youâre welcome. By the way, weâre having a group dinner tonight. Weâll be having lasagna, so bring your appetite."
Y/n grinned. He loved the soldier's cooking, especially when it was a dinner meal. It was so much better than eating takeout. "Oh, I'll be there, and y'all better hope that it all doesnât get eaten by me."
Steve laughed before pivoting on his heel and leaving. Y/n watched as the soldier's retreating figure disappeared down the hall before turning back to his sketch, contentment washing over him.
As Y/n admired his work, his thoughts drifted back to his father. He knew that Tony loved him in his own way, but their relationship had always been strained. Tonyâs focus on technology and his busy lifestyle, along with mentoring Peter, left little room for the two to hang out or for Tony to understand Y/n's passion for art.
But now, Y/n was determined to fix their relationship. After all, he lost his mother over a decade ago, and his father was the only blood family that he had left. He didnât want their relationship to continue to be strained, and if Tony could make room for Peter in his life, then he could make some room for his biological son.
With that thought in mind, the e/c-eyed male headed to the private elevator that would take him to Tonyâs workshop. And as he rounded the corner, he bumped into Rhodey, whom Y/n often looked up to as well. They greeted each other with their signature handshake that was only made for them two before Rhodey took off, explaining that he had a meeting to attend with a council member, and Y/n continued his journey to the workshop.
When he arrived at Tony's workshop, he saw his father standing next to his work bench, typing on his phone. Behind Tony, there was his Iron Man suit, opened up. Y/n figured that he just stepped out of it.
"Hey, Dad." Y/n greeted politely, crossing the room to give Tony a one-armed hug.
Surprisingly, Y/n's father did reciprocate the hug but didnât even bother to look up at his son when he greeted him. He just kept his brown eyes glued to the phone in his hand. "Y/n. How was your day?"
"It was good. Classes were pretty light today, and I mostly just worked on my end-of-the-semester project for art class." Y/n explained, hoping that Tony would ask him more follow-up questions, such as what piece Y/n decided to draw or if he could see the work for himself. However, all Tony gave was a curt nod, still typing on that phone of his. So, Y/n cleared his throat and switched topics: "Dad, do you want to hang out this Saturday? Thereâs this art showing at the museum, andâ"
"An art showing?" Tony finally looked up from his phone, his eyes flicking briefly to his sonâs face before returning to the screen. "Sorry, kid, but I have meetings this Saturday. Besides, Iâd rather watch paint dry than look at old paintings. You know that Iâm more of a technology and engineering kind of guy than an art one."
Y/n's shoulders drooped, and he tried to hide the disappointment he felt. "Yeah, I know. I just thought maybe youâd want to spend some time together. Itâs been a minute since we did something like that."
Tony seemed oblivious to Y/n's reaction, continuing to tap away at his phone. "Well, weâve been busy. You're busy with college, and I'm busy with SI and saving the world, two full-time jobs for me," he put his phone down on the desk, finally giving Y/n his full attention. "But youâre right, we havenât hung out in a long time. How about we go see that new Outlast movie thatâs coming out next weekend?"
Y/n nodded, a small smile coming onto his face. Even though it wasnât what he wanted to do, he was just happy to have some father-son time with his dad. And more importantly, it was without Peter.
"That sounds good to me. I canât wait."
Y/n turned around and prepared to leave the room, excitement fluttering in his chest, just as Tony got a phone call from Peter. Y/n stood there for a moment and listened to how Tony asked Peter when he would be coming over and that Tony cleared the rest of his schedule today to help Peter with his last semester project.
The h/c-haired son frowned, feeling the excitement he felt a couple seconds ago disappear and the raw disappointment return. So, Tony can clear his schedule for Peter and make time for him, but he can't make time for his biological son?
It was ridiculous.
But Y/n had to remind himself that it was okay. Peter could have that time with his father all he wanted to today because next weekend, the two Starks would be spending some time together.
Feeling satisfied, Y/n left the workshop and returned to his room. It turned out that he had two things to look forward to: lasagna and the movies next week.
He couldnât wait.
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The days passed slowly, but finally, the long-awaited Saturday finally arrived. It was the day of the planned outing with Y/n and his father, a day Y/n had been looking forward to. He hoped this would be a turning point in their relationship, a chance to bridge the gap that seemed to widen between them every passing day.
Now, he was getting ready in his room, choosing a casual outfit of jeans and a T-shirt. He knew that, even though it was April, the weather was rather cool with it being sixty-five degrees outside. That made him add a blue jacket to his outfit.
After checking himself out in the mirror, he walked down the hall to the common area, where Tony had told him to meet. As he walked down the hall, he hoped that the horror movie they were going to see would be good. The trailer did look promising but they can also be deceitful.
Y/n rounded the corner and entered the common area, where the Avengers were watching a movie and enjoying a spread of pizzas, popcorn, nachos, and cheese fries. Thor was the only one who wasnât here since he went to Asgard for a few days. He noticed they were watching the first "Back to the Future," a classic Steve had promised to watch at the next team movie night after Y/n discovered that he had never seen that movie series before.
Guess he finally listened, Y/n thought as he looked around the room and noticed something that he had failed to notice.
His dad was nowhere to be found.
"Hey, has anyone seen my dad?" Y/n asked, looking over the team of heroes.
"Yeah, he left. You just missed him too." Clint answered, his fingers reaching into the popcorn bowl that was in his lap and shoving some popcorn into his mouth.
Y/n frowned. What? "Left? Left where?"
"He said that he was taking Peter to the science fair." Steve munched on a pizza.
The college student's heart sank and his shoulders sagged, feeling disappointed. So, his father had forgotten about their plans. Again. And it was for Peter. Again.
"Oh," was all Y/n could manage to utter. He knew that he should be used to this, but it still stung every time it happened.
Natasha, sensing the disappointment in Y/n's timbre, glanced over at him. "You didn't know he was going out with Peter."
That was a statement, not a question. Natasha had always been perceptive.
"No, no, I did," Y/n backpedaled, forcing a grin. He didn't understand why he was protecting his father, but he just wanted this conversation to end. "I just forgot, but you telling me made me remember."
Y/n knew he was a terrible liar, and he didn't sound convincing. He knew they didn't believe him, considering Steve's frown, Bruce's concerned look, and the looks shared between Clint and Natasha.
Bruce grabbed the remote and paused the movie. "Look, why don't you join us, Y/n? You can finish the movie with us."
"Yeah, come on, Y/n!" Sam piped up. "We've got plenty of food, and we were just about to start a game of charades."
Y/n glanced at the team of superheroes. While he appreciated their invitation, he had been looking forward to spending time with his dad, so he shook his head but still kept the forced smile on his features. "Thank you guys, but I think I'll just head back to my room. Next time."
The h/c-haired male turned around and left the main area, frustration nagging at his insides. When he got to his room, he flopped down on his bed, back pressed against it as he stared up at the ceiling.
He didnât understand.
Why did Tony continue to treat him as an afterthought? And what the hell was so damn special about Peter? Why did he always have to be the recipient of his fatherâs love? He couldnât help but feel like he was always playing second fiddle to the guy who was two years younger than him. It was ridiculous to be jealous of someone younger than him, but Y/n couldnât help himself. It hurt so much that his father favored Peter over him.
Y/n pulled out his phone, intending to call his dad when he got a notification from Instagram that his dad had posted a pic. He clicked on it and found himself staring at an image of his dad with Peter.
The caption read: Peter will take over my company someday. #prouddadmoment.
Proud dad moment...?
Peter wasnât even his actual son and Y/n couldnât stand the way his dad looked at Peter with such praise. What can I do to make him look at me like that one time?
And before Y/n knew it, his cheeks were pelted with water, and he just realized at that moment that he was crying. The tears fell to his cheeks before dropping onto the bed, but Y/n wiped his cheeks angrily since he shouldnât allow this to make him sad. But it was so hard not to.
His e/c eyes drifted to the photo that was on his side table. He reached for it and picked it up. It was a photo of his mom. Y/n allowed his finger to run over his momâs smiling face in the picture. Itâs times like this when he wishes that she was still alive. At least then, heâd have a parent in his life who cared about him.
Suddenly, a knock came from his door.
"Come in," Y/n called out, setting down the photo back on his desk. He wished that it was his father knocking on the door, but he wasn't surprised when the door opened, and it wasn't him. It was Steve. "Hi, Steve. Did you like the movie?"
Steve nodded, taking a seat on the bed. "I did. It was a great eighties film. I can see why you love it so much." Steve then changed the conversation. "You okay?"
Y/n nodded. He knew he wasn't okay, but he didn't want to ruin Steve's evening with his problem. "I'm fine. Shouldn't you be playing charades with everyone else?"
The soldier disregarded the question and simply stared at Y/n for a moment, seemingly sensing that he wasnât telling the truth. "Hey, why don't we grab some dessert? I know a great ice cream shop."
Y/n hesitated briefly. He didn't want to be a burden to Steve, but he also didn't want to spend his evening in his room.
"That sounds nice, thanks." Y/n smiled and followed the soldier out of the door.
Steve drove them to a small ice cream parlor that was tucked away in the city on his motorcycle, a vehicle that Y/n had never expected to get on willingly. Steve got the classic chocolate sundae, while Y/n got a vanilla sundae with chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry on top.
They then went to the park to watch the beautiful sunset and enjoy their sundae. The sun, a fiery orb of warmth and light, dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky with two shades of orange and pink.
Y/n and Steve watched the breathtaking scene in comfortable silence. The park was lively with kids playing, the distance hum of cars, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Y/n's vanilla sundae sat untouched. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the disappointment and hurt he felt over Tony's absence. Steve, on the other hand, enjoyed his chocolate sundae, taking slow, deliberate bites of it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The super soldier broke the silence, his eyes shifting over.
"Yup," Y/n murmured, his e/c eyes taking in the stunning view. "It's like a painting."
Steve smiled, nodding his head in agreement. He then spoke again, his voice deadly serious. "So, what's going on? You've seemed a little down lately."
Y/n let out a sigh, knowing there was no point in lying to Steve. "It's my dad. I just feel like he always puts Peter first. It's like I'm not even his real son sometimes."
The blonde's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "I know it's tough, but try not to take it personally. Your dad has a unique relationship with Peter, but that doesn't diminish his love for you. You're his son."
He sighed again, "I know but it's hard not to feel overshadowed sometimes. Peter gets all the attention, and I'm just... here."
"Your dad may not always show it, but he's proud of you, Y/n," Steve assured him. "And I know that he loves you very much. Sometimes, parents just need a little reminder that their kids need them."
Y/n nodded, but he couldn't help feeling skeptical. After all, actions spoke louder than words, and Tony's actions indicated that he loved Peter more than him. Like Y/n would always come second to Peter.
But he didn't feel like dwelling on Tony's absence anymore. Instead, he turned his attention back to the sunset, watching as the last sliver of the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The sky grew darker, the colors of the sunset fading into the twilight. He didn't get the opportunity to spend the evening with his father as he planned, but at least he had spent it with someone who cared about him deeply.
And that made him smile.
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The next morning, Y/n found himself in the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on his mind, leaving a bitter taste that even the strongest brew couldn't mask. He wanted to confront his dad about his behavior, but at the same time, he didn't want to talk to him after what happened.
As he added a dash of sugar to his cup, the familiar clanking of Tony's footsteps drew closer. He saw his father enter the kitchen, but Y/n leaned against the counter, his back stiff and his gaze fixed on the windows. He deliberately avoided greeting his dad as he would usually do.
"Morning, Y/n," Tony greeted politely, but Y/n remained quiet, his back still turned. Feeling perplexed by the cold shoulder, Tony frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing that concerns you," Y/n replied, voice low and dismissive as he finished his coffee and placed the cup in the sink.
Y/n moved forward, attempting to leave the kitchen, but Tony stepped in front of him, unsatisfied with the response. "I'm your father. It's my job to be concerned."
Y/n's laughter rang out, harsh and bitter as if Tony had just told him a funny joke. "That is quite ironic coming from you."
The frown on Tony's features deepened. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Y/n's voice was quiet, "that lately, you've been anything but a father to me. But I can't say the same for Peter tho. You literally drop everything for him, but you can't even remember our plans."
Tony took a step forward, his tone rising defensively. "That's not true, Y/n. I do my best to be there for both of you. I juggle a lot, but I make time for you when I can."
Y/n's gaze didn't waver and he cocked his head to the side. "You make time for me? Then where were you last evening?"
"I took Peter to the science fair."
"Even though we had plans to go to the movies?" The younger man pointed out.
Tony's eyebrows furrowed as realization dawned, shame washing over his face. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I know we had plans, but Peter needed me. I couldn't leave him."
The two Starks were so busy arguing that neither of them noticed a stealthy figure that managed to infiltrate the compound, temporarily disable Friday, and had a knockout device in their hand.Â
"Peter needed you?" Y/n shook his head, his voice thick with hurt. Why did he forget about me? "What about what I need? You're my dad, not his. I need you."
Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You have me every day, Y/n. Don't you see that I am always here for you?"
"Are you, Dad?!" Y/n's voice rose to a shout. "When was the last time we spent quality time together, just the two of us? When was the last time you and I had a real conversation that wasn't about your work or Peter? When was the last time you asked about what's going on in my life? You probably don't even know that my birthday is in two days. I'll be turning twenty-three, by the way. You don't know that one of my art pieces was presented at the museum you found too boring to visit. And you don't know that I made the Dean's List in school for the third year in a row!" Y/n's voice dropped to a whisper, but the words still stung like acid. "Mom would never treat me the way you do."
Tony flinched as if struck, his eyes widening at the mention of Y/n's mother. The weight of his son's words hit him like a physical blow, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the room began to fill with a thick fog.
Y/n noticed it too, confusion clouding his face. But as more of the mysterious substance was released into the air, he dropped to his knees, his vision blurring. Tony staggered and slumped against the kitchen counter, his eyes falling shut.
And then, everything went dark. The gas in the room caused both father and son to collapse, slumping to the floor hard.
Later, once Y/n regained consciousness, his head pounded as he tried to piece together what happened. The last thing he remembered was the argument with Tony in the kitchen, and then everything went dark. But now, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, dimly lit by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of rough concrete, and the floor was cold and hard beneath him.
"Y/n? Can you hear me?" Tony's voice, filled with concern, reached him, and he turned to see his father hovering nearby.
"Dad?" Y/n's throat was dry and scratchy as he tried to sit up, but dizziness forced him to lay back down. It's overwhelming.
Tony helped Y/n into a seated position against the concrete wall. "Easy there."
Y/n looked around. "Where are we?"Â
"I'm not sure," Tony admitted, his gaze scanning the room for any clues. "But it appears that we have been kidnapped."Â
Y/n's heart pounded in his chest as the reality of their situation sank in. Oh crap. He couldn't believe that they were in this predicament, but he didnât know why he was completely surprised. Since he was a Stark, people have always attempted to kidnap him since the day he was born, but this was the first time someone had successfully managed to kidnap him.Â
And he couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow his fault. If only he hadn't argued with his dad, they wouldn't have been distracted when their captor struck.
"I'm sorry, Y/n," Tony apologized, his eyes filled with remorse, and Y/n was slightly taken aback because he hadnât been expecting that. "I should have been there for you more. I let my work and my relationship with Peter overshadow our bond. That was wrong of me to do that."
Y/n eyes drifted to his hands, clasped in his lap. "You know, it hurt every time you chose Peter over me," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I don't understand why you always favor him. Why is everything he does amazing, but when it comes to me, you're never satisfied? Was it something that I did wrong? Or didn't do? Because I can change if it means you'll love me."
Tony shook his head vigorously, moving closer to his son. "No, Y/n. I don't want you to change for anyone, especially not for me. I can admit that I haven't always handled things perfectly. Peter reminds me of myself at his age, and sometimes I get caught up in my own nostalgia. But that doesn't mean I love you any less, Y/n. You're my son. I'd do anything for you."
Y/n's heart swelled at his father's words. He forgave Tony the moment the words "I'm sorry" exited his lips. Y/n had never been one to hold grudges, and now that Tony had acknowledged his mistakes, he hoped that they could finally move forward and rebuild their relationship.
Y/n wrapped his arms around Tony, who reciprocated the gesture. "I just want to spend more time with you," he muttered. "You know, do all that father-son stuff."
"And we will," Tony promised, pulling away. "As soon as we get out of here, I'll clear my schedule for the next month. We can go to the Bahamas. The water is beautiful, and I know they have amazing art exhibits there. It can be my birthday present to you. It'll be just the two of us."
It was impossible for Y/n to refrain from allowing the corners of his mouth to curl upward into a smile. He experienced a sense of optimism for the first time in a long time. As he looked into his father's eyes, he was certain that he would fulfill his promise. Y/n couldn't help but feel like a ten-year-old on Christmas morning.
"I'd like that, but how are we going to get out of here?" That was the big question.
Tony smirked. "Leave that to my team."
He informed Y/n through sign language that he had a secret tracker implanted in his watch, which had been confiscated. The Avengers were aware of the tracker, so it wouldn't be long before they arrived.
And then, as if on cue, the door to the room they were in flew off its hinges by a man getting thrown through it. Then, Steve walked into the room, dressed in his Captain America outfit. Steve threw his shield at the cell the Starks were in, allowing the two men to finally escape.
"Tony, Y/n, are you guys okay?" Steve walked over to them and started looking for signs of harm or injuries of any kind, but was relieved that he didnât find one.Â
"Just peachy," Tony assured the blonde, grabbing his watch from a nearby table and taking Y/n's arm. They rushed out of the building, with Steve leading the way.
As the three made their way out, Y/n heard the sounds of gunfire, screaming, and growling echoing in the air. The Hulk was in full force, dismantling one of the kidnappers, while the other Avengers fought alongside him. Steve sprang back into action, and Tony transformed his watch into an Iron Man glove, joining the fighting. Even Spider-Man was there, taking out multiple opponents with ease.
But in the chaos, Y/n spotted a gunman aiming at Spider-Man from a distance. Acting without hesitation, he pushed Spider-Man out of the way, taking the bullet meant for him. The gunshot tore through Y/n's stomach, and he fell to the ground, eyes widening in shock and pain.
Tony had just fired a beam of light from his repulsor, sending the man flying into the nearby truck. But as he did, he heard the crack of a gunshot. He looked over to see where the shot had come from.
And his heart dropped to his stomach.
Y/n had been shot.
The bullet had pierced Y/nâs stomach, and blood was already soaking through his shirt, dripping onto the ground below.
"No, Y/n!" Tony screamed, running over as Steve hurled his shield at the shooter. Tony caught Y/n just as he began to fall, blood seeping through Tony's fingers as he peeled off his jacket and pressed it against the wound. Y/n trembled in his arms, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"D-Dad."
"I know, I know, it's going to be okay," he whispered, his voice thick and his eyes shone with unshed tears. "You're going to be okay, I promise." His jaw clenched as he peered over at his teammates who had finally finished their fight and were rushing over. "Get us to a hospital, now!"
They didn't need to be told twice. Steve moved forward and quickly helped Tony carry Y/n to the Quinjet, with the other Avengers following closely behind them. Once inside, Natasha took her place in the pilot seat and Clint sat in the co-pilot seat next to her. Natasha quickly turned on the controls and maneuvered the jet into the air above, racing to the hospital.
The Quinjet soared through the sky, the city a blur below. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with worry. Everyone watched as Iron Man tried to help his injured son. Tony refused to let go of Y/n, his hands shaking as he tried to stop the bleeding, mind racing with fear and desperation. He had faced countless dangers as Iron Man, but nothing compared to the fear he felt at the thought of losing his son.Â
Finally, the Quinjet landed on the rooftop helipad of Metro-General Hospital, and Steve and Bruce rushed out, carrying Y/n on a stretcher. Tony was right beside him, keeping his hands clasped in Y/nâs.Â
"We need a doctor, now!" Tony shouted as they burst through the hospital doors.
Immediately, a group of two doctors and two nurses came over, taking over Y/n's care and wheeling him away. And Tony was beside them, still holding his hand.
"What happened?" One of them asked.
"Some idiot shot him," Tony explained.Â
The medical team wheeled Y/n into the operating room fast. The female nurse commented how Y/n had a weak pulse rate as the group of medical specialists lifted him onto the bed. Tony held onto his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.Â
The male doctor assessed the situation, noticing a smaller entry wound in Y/nâs upper right back and a larger exit wound in his abdomen. "Lungs failing," he said, his voice steady but grave. "Start an I.V. â two units of O, stat." The female nurse hurried off to fulfill the order. The female doctor asked for adrenalin, and the male nurse rushed to comply with the request.
Tony stood by his son's side, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the doctor's work. He couldn't remember a time he prayed, but he found himself silently pleading with any higher power that might be listening to spare his son's life. "Hang in there, son," he whispered.
Y/n struggled to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "I donât think Iâll make it."
The billionaire's heart broke a little more. "Don't you dare die on me." Tony's voice was borderline pleading, begging for his son not to leave him. He has to survive.
But as the doctors worked frantically to save Y/n's life, his condition continued to deteriorate, his grip on Tony's hand weakening. "Dad," Y/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so cold."
Hearing this, Tony couldn't hold back his tears, which fell onto his son's hand. "I-I-I can't feel my legs," he continued, making Tony feel an enormous sense of dread and despair. He wanted to leave, unable to continue witnessing his greatest fear unfolding before his eyes. However, Y/n gripped Tony's hand tightly. "D-Don't go." Their eyes met, and Y/n let out a gasp before managing to utter three words.
"I love you."
The heart monitor's steady beep began to slow, then faltered, finally falling silent as Y/n slipped into full arrest. Tony cried out, "Oh god." His hand clamped over his mouth as he watched his son flatlined.
"Full arrest. Paddles!" The male doctor shouted, and the female doctor brought over the paddle machine. Tony stepped back as he witnessed the scene unfold. The lady squirted gel on a paddle, and the male rubbed them together. "Clear!" He yelled and used the paddles on Y/n.Â
But it didn't work.
"Recharge," he barked, and she obeyed. "Clear!" He used the paddles once again.
Still, Y/nâs heart did not respond and the heart monitor remained silent. His grip fully weakened in Tonyâs hand, and his eyes remained unmoving. Sadly, it was officially. Y/n, son of the billionaire, was dead. The male doctor looked at Tony with a mix of sympathy and sadness.
"Iâm so sorry," the male doctor voiced.Â
And, just like that, Tony Stark broke.Â
He leaned over Y/n, his body heavy with grief, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his son's lifeless hand. The pain in his chest was unbearable as if his own heart had stopped beating. He couldn't believe his only child was gone.
Now, he would never witness his son's college graduation, celebrate another birthday, see him walk down the aisle, or become a dad himself. Y/n was gone, and Tony would never see his son again.
And Tony felt like he had died too.
His sobs echoed through the hospital room, a sound so full of anger and pain that it seemed to pierce the very air. The doctors and nurses quietly left the room, deciding to let the genius grieve alone.
"Y/n," he choked out, his voice breaking on his son's name. "Please... come back. I can't⊠I can't live life without you here."
But he knew that his son wasn't coming back, no matter how much he'd beg for it. That thought was unimaginable, a nightmare from which he couldn't wake.
He had failed his son, failed to keep him safe, and now, Tony was forced to face a world without the h/c haired male in it.Â
It was bad enough that the genius had been such a shitty dad to choose Peter over Y/n, but now he wouldnât be able to show Y/n that he was fully committed to changing, to being the dad Y/n deserved.
That made his sobs grow louder.
The Avengers entered the room, their faces etched with sorrow. Each of them had faced countless battles, but nothing could have prepared them for the pain of watching one of their own lose a child.
Steve placed a hand on Tony's shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort for his friend. He knew that no words could ease the pain of such a loss, but he hoped that his presence would offer some solace. He took a moment to say a silent prayer for the man who was like a son to him.
Natasha's stoic expression cracked, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She had seen death countless times in her work, but this â this was different. This was one of their own, a part of their family.
Sam also couldn't hold back his tears. His vision blurred, and he wiped them away, not wanting to add to Tony's pain. But the pain was there, a dull ache in his chest that echoed the grief of his friend.
Clint had to look away, his jaw clenched. He had lost people before, but this was different. This was a young man, full of life, who left this cruel world too soon.
Bruce stood with his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes were downcast, but there was a hint of green in his eyes. He couldn't imagine the pain of losing a child, especially someone so wonderful.Â
Peter was the most visibly shaken and he felt somewhat responsible. If he had been more aware of his surroundings and saw the hidden shooter, then Y/n wouldn't have taken the bullet for him.
Tony's fingers trembled as he closed Y/n's eyes. "Iâm sorry, son," his voice was a broken whisper. "I love you so, so much."
For Y/n, the light had gone out. For Tony, the darkness has never felt so complete.
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Kinktober '23 | DAY 4: Sit Still
Prompt: Cock Warming
Summary: It's very hard to sit still when you're sat in Professor Parker's lap.
Warnings: SMUT, cock warming, teasing, edging, pantie pocketing
Word Count: 351
A/N: Another short one today. For all those who wanted a bit more Professor Parker here's just a teaser of things to come regarding longer short stories within this scenario.
âSit still.â He berates. Youâre grateful your head is turned away from him, as you are sure if he saw the way you frustratedly rolled your eyes, heâd find a way to punish you.
I mean this whole situation was punishment enough as it was. You wanted to be fucked, not sit here on his cock teasingly, but noooo he had papers to grade. Your thoughts and emotions make you involuntarily move again and you freeze, tense in anticipation, waiting for his berating words.
âIf you canât sit still, you can go back to sitting over there to wait. â He says, referring to the old hard leather couch sat along the back wall of his office.
âNo. I can do it. I can do it.â You say to him but also yourself. But as your mind begins to wander again as you think on the fact you are currently sat locked in his office with him, sitting keeping his cock warm for him while he sits and grades papers, anyone could knock on the door to talk to him any minute, the risk of getting caught, youâre cunt involuntarily fluttered around his length.
âThatâs it. Get off.â He says. Not intimidating but still forceful as he turns his swivel chair, giving you space to move.Â
âUhhh what?â You whine as you turn to face him.
âAnd just for that you can say goodbye to that extra credit.â
âUhhh Peter.â
âAh ah ah.â He says as he waves his pen in front of you.
âPlease Professor.â You plead, all big eyes and pouty lips. âYou just feel so good inside me.â
âNope. I told you what would happen, now go sit over there.â
You go to pick your panties up off the floor as you move back towards the leather chesterfield but he stops you again. âUh, uh. Hand âem over.â He holds his hands out for them expectantly.
You roll your eyes again as you slap them into his open palm. âThank you, now go sit down. Iâm almost done.â He says pocketing your panties and going back to his work.
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I mean come on. This is 100% Professor Parker coded!
ANDREW GARFIELD
in "The Late Show With Stephen Colbert".
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Late Bloomer 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers (Professor AU)
Summary: you start your second year of university but as the workload grows more intense, you start to feel your age. (mid-30s reader)
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
Your confidence starts to recover as you show up to your Art Studio class. Itâs in the same room as last year and the familiarity makes you feel a little less lost. As it so happens, the professor is also the same as your first.Â
Professor Rogers welcomes his class in as he did the year before. He explains that the brushes, paints, and materials in the âcommunity gardenâ. The collection if for those in need and the need is never questioned. Students are encouraged to come take what they need and leave what they donât. With the cost of materials, itâs a kind concept. You took advantage of it more often than you liked.Â
You gently unzip your leather artistâs bag while he begins the lesson. As he reads over the expectations in the syllabus, your eyes meet. He smiles and continues. You still, reluctant to distract him.Â
âLast year, you would have gone over 2D concepts and techniques. This year, we will delve into 3D. Every two weeks, you will submit a project. Lessons are Tuesdays in the current slot, but the studio will be open daily for three hours after seven. Whether you work here or in your own space, I expect all work to be on time. Extensions will not be given outside extenuating circumstance.âÂ
His voice is rigid but you know well he isnât as strict as he pretends to be. Itâs the first day, he has to make a show. Still, you never submitted anything past the due date. Not in this class.Â
âI am aware of your other classes and I have not set unrealistic goals alongside those. However, for those who have joined as elective students, you might want to make note of the withdrawal deadline,â he girds. âNow that weâre past the fear mongering, we will start the session. Weâre starting standard. Clay. First assignment, molding and shaping, then we will delve into pottery. Basic, youâll get deeper into techniques if you are enrolled in the subject course itself.âÂ
His tendency to overexplain can overwhelm but you are reassured by your first year. Rogers wasnât the worst but he had standards. Besides, this is what youâre here for. This isnât an elective, this is your major. You like this stuff and that makes it a little easier.Â
You delve into the first week. After going through some foundational work, Rogers lets the room fall silent. Most students will have a degree of experience from high school or freshman classes. You arenât entirely lost yourself.Â
Professor Rogers makes a round of the room, stopping to chat with each student. You sense him coming close and knead your clay without much purpose. He stops across from you, just on the other side of the table.Â
âYouâre back?â He says.Â
âWouldnât you know, I need more than one course for this dang degree,â you kid.Â
âReally? Jeez.â He scoffs as he presses his fingertips to the table, âso, how was your summer? Did you go to the beach?âÂ
Your eyes flick up to his. You remember last year he wasnât so... casual? You donât know how to explain it. His hair is a little less neat and he doesnât sport his usual button-up. You always made note of his expensive shirts and that he didnât seem to care about the paint stains. This year, heâs in an open canvas jacket and a plain tee.Â
âYeah, but it was overcast. Didnât feel like mixing that much grey,â you answer. âWhat about you? Good summer?âÂ
He shrugs and smiles. Something about it is stiff, âit was a summer. Taught a few interim classes. Nothing special.âÂ
âOh, well, summer is overrated.âÂ
âIs it? Donât tell me youâre into all that pumpkin spice?â He sniffs.Â
âIâm more into winter. I love snow and hot chocolate. Simple tastes.âÂ
âVery minimalistic,â he praises. âWell,â he taps the table and drags his hands off, âwelcome back.âÂ
âThank you, Professor.âÂ
You refocus on the clay as you consider the various objects up for grabs. You could recreate the broken porcelain figure. It reminds you of ancient Greek ruins. Or you could go simple and claim that large silver spoon. Your indecision has always been your greatest obstacle.Â
âAlright, so, from here on, you have the rest of the time to work. Youâre welcome to pack up and do it in your own time but I highly recommend staying,â Rogers announces to the room. âI am here for your benefit.âÂ
The class murmurs back at him. Most keep on what theyâre doing while a few fidget and wait only ten minutes before they leave. You would have done the same ten years ago but this isnât just a checkbox on a list. This is you trying to reshape your whole life. Youâre done with waitressing. Youâre here to learn, to make this into something real.Â
Besides, your roommate is a fan of metal music and it doesnât do well for your creativity. You donât hate the music but itâs just not the vibe. You press your fingers into the clay and stare off across the room. Your eyes haze as you fall into thought.Â
Cerise texted before you got there that she wanted to meet up after and Primrose gave a staunch thumbs up. You missed them too. You canât wait to catch up. You can only say so much over texts.Â
You smile as you think of them. Your little ragtag trio. Cerise, the youngest, who always manages to get lost wherever she goes and Primrose who only ever knows exactly where she needs to be and what needs to be done. Youâre the oldest, the maternal light that keeps the younger from wandering too far and the other from overthinking her coffee order.Â
Your vision clears as you sense movement. You blink as you find yourself staring at Professor Rogers. Oops. You give a sheepish smile and put your head down. As much care as you put into others, you often forget yourself. While everyone assumes you have it all figured out, and you would think that you would at your age, you are just another student muddling through to graduation day.Â
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the manuscript | chapter four
Summary: Peter gets a win.
Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s). Smut. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Smoking.
Word Count: 1408
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Your mind buzzed with intensity as you stepped out of Dr. Barnesâ office and into the library. Wandering, aimlessly through the shelves, the weight of his words echoed in your mind. The only sound in the library was the soft shuffles of pages and the occasional whisper.Â
Near the back, you spotted Peter sitting at a table, head buried in a textbook. Suddenly, the urge to escape and let go of the tension washed over you. Giving the room a quick glance, you ensured no one was watching as you made your way over to your boyfriend. A mischievous smile plays on your lips.Â
Leaning down, placing a kiss lightly on his cheeks, you whispered. âWanna take a break?âÂ
A delighted expression spread across his features as he looked up. âSure,â he replied, closing his textbook with a thud. âWhat did you have in mind?âÂ
Without a word, you took his hand and led him further back into the library. Anticipation built with each step as a thrill ran through you. You knew this was reckless and impulsive, but you couldnât resist the pull.Â
Once you reached a secluded corner, hidden from view, you pulled Peter into a heated, desperate kiss. Your hand began to roam over his chest and shoulders, eagerly. And, his touch grew bolder, fingers teasingly trailing lower.
After a few moments of losing yourself in the sensation, the library faded into the background. Until, out of nowhere, there was a shift in the air, causing you to pause.
Another jolt of electricity rushed through you as you opened your eyes. Standing at the end of the aisle, obscured by shadows, was Dr. Barnes himself. Unwavering his intense gaze, as if he was drinking and absorbing every detail of the scene before him.Â
You got lost in the new charge in the atmosphere, your pulse quickening as you realized that Dr. Barnes was witnessing your intimate moment. Peterâs hands explored beneath your clothes, the familiar touch, as his fingers traced patterns across your skin. Testing the limits of your audacity, you locked your gaze onto Dr. BarnesâÂ
Pulling Peter closer, the smirk widened across your lips as you refused to break the gaze. Silently, you challenged him to intervene. Peterâs fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. Though Peterâs desire was palpable, it was Dr. Barnesâ presence that grew your arousal. Arching against Peterâs touch, you felt a thrill of exhibitionism.
He remained impassive, an unreadable expression over his features, yet his stare spoke volumes. It was a silent command to explore the depths of your desire and venture into uncharted territories of surrender.Â
Peter quickened his rhythm, fingers moving in and out of you relentlessly, driving you closer to the edge, for the first time in months. The silent participant in your act pushed you to a new height of arousal. Your breathing grew ragged as your heart pounded.Â
Letting out a low, throaty moan, you were unable to hold back any longer. Your mouth fell open as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Yet, it was Dr. Barnesâ steady gaze that pushed you over.Â
With a final, shuddering yelp, you came undone. Your body began to convulse with the force of the release. Your eyes closed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless. Clinging to Peter, your fingers dug into his shoulders as he slowed his pace, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.
As you slowly returned to yourself, you glanced up, only for Dr. Barnes to have disappeared.Â
Remnants of your pleasure continued to tingle through your body, your breath came in heavy pants as you stayed clung to Peter. He gently caressed you back as his eyes filled with concern, grounding you after an intense high. You smiled weakly at him, trying to convey that you were okay, even if you were exhilarated.Â
âWe should probably get back,â Peter whispered, gently placing a kiss against your temple. âBefore someone sees us.âÂ
You nodded, straightening your clothes as Peter smoothed your hair. Soft whispers and rustles of pages indicated the life that continued as normal outside the secluded bookshelves.Â
Your mind still buzzed from the events as you made your way back to the table. The image of Dr. Barnes standing, watching you, his unyielding gaze replayed over and over your mind. Sitting beside Peter, as he picked up his textbook and resumed reading, you couldnât help but wonder. Where had D. Barnes gone? What did he think of what he had seen? Had he even been there at all?
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You found it impossible to focus, your thoughts returning to D. Barnes and the thrill he had ignited within you. The memory of his blue, piercing eyes on you as they stared, sent a shiver down your spine. Shifting in your seat, you tried to quell the persistent heat between your thighs.Â
No longer could you sit there, you leaned over to Peter, whispering to him. âI need to go to the restroom.âÂ
Nodding, he gave you a small smile before returning to his textbook. Walking towards the libraryâs exit, your heart pounded against your chest with each step. Once outside, you headed down the hallways, the restroom no longer in your mind.Â
Unsure of your destination, you continued through the quiet hallways. Before you knew it, you were standing at the entrance to the parking lot. The afternoon air cooled your heated cheeks, calming the fire within you. Then, you spotted him, out of the corner of your eyes. Dr. Barnes.
A cigarette in hand as he stood by his car, composed and inscrutable as ever. Your heart raced as you gathered your courage and walked over to him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he met your gaze, exhaling a plume of smoke.Â
âMiss Spector,â he said, his voice low and controlled, the tone that caused your cheeks to flush again. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you try to avoid his gaze. âMay I ask you something?âÂ
Taking another drag of his cigarette, he regarded you with a curious expression. âWhatâs on your mind?âÂ
âI couldnât help but wonder,â you asked, finally meeting his gaze cautiously, âif someone like you ever has⊠crushes?âÂ
A smirk tugged at his lips, exhaling as he considered your question. âA crush?â he repeated thoughtfully, his gaze penetrating as you gave him a small nod. âIâm far too old for mere crushes, Miss Spector⊠I crave.âÂ
His admission surprised you, heightening the intrigue inside you. âHave you ever acted on⊠your cravings?â you pressed as your curiosity piqued.Â
His eyes held yours with a knowing look. âRarely,â he replied cryptically, his voice deep. âBut when I do, itâs with purpose.âÂ
You took a step closer, the tension between you growing. âAnd, what advice would you give someone who wants to experience that kind of purpose?â you asked, watching as he stubbed out his cigarette.Â
He considered your question as his gaze flickered to your lips for a moment. âAdvice?â he murmured thoughtfully, his voice gravelly. âDonât hesitate when an opportunity presents itself. Embrace it fully. Let go of inhibitions, Miss Spector.âÂ
A stir of desire sends a thrill through you, the desire to explore the boundaries of restraint. The space between you narrowed as you drew closer to him until you could feel the warmth radiating from him.Â
âAnd what ifâŠâ your voice whispered. âWhat if someone were to act on their cravings here and now?âÂ
Dr. Barnesâ lips curved, his eyes darkening a deeper shade of blue with a mixture of amusement and something more primal. âThen, they should be prepared for the consequences,â he replied, his tone suggestive as he gazed down at your lips for another moment.Â
The implications of his words caused your heart to race. The invitation was daring, and the allure of the forbidden dance between you stretched out with anticipation.Â
Before either of you could say, or do more, you heard footsteps begin to echo through the parking lot. His expression remains composed as he glances toward the approaching sound behind you.Â
Taking a step back, you cleared your throat. âI should⊠I should get back,â you muttered suddenly aware of the risk you had tempted.Â
He nodded slowly, taking a sip of his coffee before speaking. âYes, of course,â he replied, his voice steady. âUntil next time, Miss Spector.â
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Oh honey. (Pt 3)
of sorry not professor
Professor!wandamaximoff x student!fem!reader
Warnings: nothing I think?
Summary: you have three detentions
Proofread. (Kinda?)
pt1 ,pt2
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Wanda's POV:
As I was waiting for y/n to come to my office I just went on my phone and saw that my husband- ex husband vision, posted a photo with him and a bunch of girls. I just rolled my eyes and turned off my phone, and as I did I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in" I say and looked at the door when opened it was y/n, "have a seat" I say and look at my laptop she sits down and plays with her hands.
"So your going to be here until 4.30" I say and she just looks at me and rolls her eyes, "I hope you don't have anything to do until then" I say and focus on my laptop.
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Y/n's POV:
You know how boring this is, she didn't even give me any work to do. So I decided to grab one of her pens and draw on my hand like I did last time.
And I did she didn't notice I think, it was around 3pm when I got here so I have 1 hour and 30 minutes. This is going to be longest 90 minutes of my life.
"Miss?" "Yes" she answers "im like reallyyy bored" I say and she just chuckles and says "well you should've went to class" she says and I roll my eyes, "stop rolling your eyes or I'll punish you" she says and looks me in the eyes and I just sit there with wide eyes.
I nod my head and continue to draw on my hands, she looks at me and sees my thighs are tight together and she just chuckles to see what an effect she has on me.
As I was sitting there I was thinking about a plan to see if she really wanted me, I just need to talk to Nat and tell her about it.
"Ms Maximoff what's the time?" I ask her "4.20" she says and I sigh knowing I only have 10 minutes left in here, I mean I like it but she's my teacher..
After the 10 minutes go by she gets up and I look at her in confusion cuz I didn't know what the time was, "you can leave now" she say firmly and I nod "you better be in class tomorrow y/n" she says as I leave her office.
And as soon as I did I texted Nat,
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Me
Nattyy.
A redhead
What do you need now y/n?
Me
Soo yk abt the whole Ms Maximoff thing right?
A redhead
Yes what about it.
Me
Soo I need to see if she's interested in me or not soo...can you pretend your my gf or sum shit
A redhead
I mean who wouldn't wanna go out with you, but you had to pick me?
Me
I mean she sees us a lot together and you were the first to come to mind.
A redhead
Fine but it's only for tomorrow, okay?
Me
Okayy, ty nattyy
A redhead
Anytime dory
Read at 4:59pm
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After I texted her I turned off my phone and got into my car and went home, as soon as I got home I turned on my shower and got in after I took off my clothes.
As I got out of my shower I could hear Rey's meows from my bathroom door, I think he's hungry, after I dried myself I put on some pj shorts and an over sized shirt.
I got out of my bathroom and saw Rey on the floor and he looked up at me and looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, I picked him up and took him to the kitchen to get him some cat food, then I get me a glass of water and go back to my room to go ti bed.
And I don't normally eat dinner so I just put on a movie and soon after fell asleep.
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TIME SKIP
I wake up from a text from Nat and it said, 'I'll pick you up at 8:30' I smile and get off my bed and go to the bathroom.
After I finish brushing my teeth and having a shower I change into a shortish pencil skirt with a white blouse, then I put my hair in a half up half down with a black bow.
After I was done getting ready I did some light make up and then went to feed Rey, I grab his bowl and put his favourite cat food in it and got him some milk.
It was around 8:15 after I done that so I just got my bag and waited for Nat to come and get me.
Then I hear a knock on my door and I knew who it was, so I said bye to Rey and grabbed my bag and went to the door. I opened the door to see Nat in some jeans with a white skirt and I leather jacket.
She looks good, "hey Nat" I say and she smiles at me "hey dory" she says as we go to her car. The drive to school was quiet but the radio was on though so that's was alright.
"So I only have to do this for today?" She asks I shrug my shoulders "i don't know but let's hope" I say as we pull up to the school parking lot.
She parks the car and gets out to open my door and I give her a sweet smile and walk into school together, everyone was looking at us but not in a bad way. People have been shipping us together but we didn't like each other like that.
We look for everyone and their at our table that we sit at and their all looking at us, "soo Nat, y/n?" One of them said the only ones that know it's not really is Kate, Lena, and Peter.
"Mhm" I hum and she sits and lets me on her lap, we waited until the bell rang for our first class and I had double Russian with Ms Maximoff and that's when I groaned and Nat heard me.
"What's up y/n?" She says "I have double Russian" I whine and she looks down at me "do you wanna skip?" She asks "I can't cuz she saw me this morning" I say and she gives me a sad smile "do you want me to take you to class?" She asked and I nodded.
As I got up she kissed my cheek and I blush then I saw Ms Maximoff glare at us, Nat got up and held my hand as we walked to my class.
We got there and she gave me a peck on the lips and then I went into class and Ms Maximoff didn't even look at me, so I just sat down.
The class was reallyyy boring cuz we were just learning the alphabet and the basics, and the I heard the bell ring and got up until I heard my name.
"Miss Y/L/N can you stay after class please" Ms Maximoff says and I sighed and sat back down to wait until everyone left.
"What you need miss?" I ask "come here" she says telling me to come to her behind her desk. I nod and go there and she stands up and she's a little bit taller then me so I have to look up at her, "I've heard you and Natasha have been dating" she says and I nod "well what would happen if I look through your guys texts, huh?" She says.
I look at her confused and then she says "oh honey, I know the only reason your with her is to make me jealous, and it did work until I found out by your friends that can't keep quiet" she says and I mumble something but she doesn't hear.
"But it's okay honey, but do you know bad I wanted to bend you over my desk and make your ass the same colour as my hair?" She says and I just roll my eyes and she saw and gripped my chin and made me look her in the eyes.
"What the fuck did I say about rolling your eyes y/n" she says and it make me extremely wet, so I let out a quiet moan. "Oh so you like when mommy is being rough? What a slut" she says and lets go of my chin.
"But this will have to wait until your detention honey, oh can I please have you phone" she says and I don't say anything and hand it to her.
"Password" she says "926326" I say and the phone unlocks, I see her open messages and I have a worried look cuz she'll see my messages with Nat.
"Oh so I was right, you're not with Natasha?" She asked and I nod my head, "I'll look through this later and you should get to claw before you get even more detention" She says "can I have my phone back though?" I ask in a bratty tone cuz I knew I would get more detention cuz I was already late.
"That's not the tone you use to talk to your mommy" she says and I roll my eyes, lucky she didn't see it "and your not getting it back until I've looked through it" she says and I whine.
"I don't like a whiny baby, y/n" she says and I huff and walk out of her class room, then head to my next class which had already started.
I walked in and Ms hill looked and me and was disappointed, "y/n you have detention with Ms Maximoff at lunch because your late" she says and I roll my eyes and sit next to Yelena who was already knew I was pissed off with it cuz I had detention with her after school.
I mean I was sexually frustrated after what happened with Ms Maximoff and she took my phone, let's hope she doesn't go through my photos, cause I have a lot in there when I give my phone to other people at parties.
But after Ms hills class I I forgot I had detention with Ms Maximoff so I just went to lunch with Lena and Peter.
We sat in the cafeteria, but then Ms Maximoff was walking towards us, "y/n why is Ms Maximoff coming here?" Nat asked "shit I have detention with her I better go" I say and get up and went to Ms Maximoff.
And she wasn't happy, so I didn't say a word and just followed her to her office. We always have detention in her office, we get there and she lets me in first and then after I'm in she closes the door and locks it.
"Ms Maximoff?" I say and she just looks at me "why weren't you in my office when the bell rang?" She asked "I forgot I had detention with you" I say in a whisper but knew she could hear.
"Mhm" she hums and pulls out my phone from her pocket, "well cuz I haven't been through this i guess I'll do it now?" She asks herself and I just okay.
"Where's the pen you had yesterday?" She asked while unlocking my phone "erm..I think I left it on your desk" I say and she gives me a random pen on her desk.
After a while I was drawing on my hand as she was going through my phone, "why is half of the cheer team texting you?" She asked "ohh yeah I forgot about that, so I used to date Alison but then we broke up cuz she cheated on me with Carol" I say and let out a sigh.
"And then because I was single everyone was trying to ask me out" I say and she nods her head, the whole of lunch time was like this. She'll ask me questions and see if I'm lying or not, and I wasn't lying except for one but she thought I was telling the truth I hope.
It was when me and Nat were friends with benefits and we would you know meet up and do it, but we texted that on snap and we don't save chats.
And when the bell rang I was in no hurry cuz I had Ms Maximoff, "you can have your phone back sweetheart, but if you do anything stupid or bad I'll take it off you or punish you" she says and feel my face heat up at the thought of her punishing me.
After that we walked to her class I was the first one there cuz lunch had just finished and no one would be there on time, as I waited I got bored and started drawing on my hand again as we waited.
Finally everyone was in class I think, and I had it with Lena again which was a good thing. We just talked quietly as Ms Maximoff did and waited for the bell to ring so we could go home.
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Around 30 minutes after the school bell went and that's when I remembered I still have detention with Ms Maximoff and Johansson. And that's when I tell Lena and she said her and Nat will pick me up after.
I walked to Ms Johanssons office and knocked on the door and heard her and Me Maximoff, "come in" I hear her say and went in and sat on the couch cuz Ms Maximoff was on the seat.
This is going to be the longest two hours of my life, and yes two hours longer than yesterday.
Somebody kill me.
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#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff#professor maximoff#natahsa romanoff#yelena belova#kate bishop#peter parker
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