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silverzoomies · 5 months ago

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Can you do 100 from the smut prompt list with Peter (Dark Phoenix version) but can you make it where the reader is his wife and he still is gentle and loving with her.

I really want to see how you would write a more romantic Peter

Pancakes

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: shameless smut, domestic, married couple, cock warming, risky sex, creampie, implied/referenced breeding

word count: 2,762

a/n: this one's for you, purple cat !! apologies, i'm rusty with my writing and characterization right now. probably will be for a while. sorry the ending's so abrupt !!

Peter races ceaselessly back and forth. Like a fast paced pendulum in full swing, he juggles his two most demanding responsibilities. The X-Men and teaching. His multiple jobs and total lack of free time are some of the many downsides of being a grown ass adult. He doesn’t wanna complain too much though, since the work is definitely rewarding overall. Like fo’ sho, he’s not gonna deny the perks.

But even with those sweet positives - making both money, and a name for himself; your superhero husband rarely has time for you anymore.

Peter hopes you’ll forgive him. Again. As he ambles into your shared room after another heinously long day, his body is littered in scrapes and bruises. Echoes of battles won. The wounds will surely heal by next morning. You know this as well as you know him. But you still insist on patching him up anyway, after Beastie’s already taken care of him twice over. You’re just so damn doting. It makes Peter feel even worse for waving you off.

He guarantees you a quick peck on the lips and a “love you, gorgeous.” Before he finally succumbs to mental fatigue. A tired fog of exhaustion beckons him to collapse into bed. You beg Peter to stay up a bit longer. An hour, at least. But just as you get a word in, he’s already conked out. Snoring away.

Within three hours, he wakes. You sleep soundly next to him. Snug as a lil bug. Peter presses a loving smooch to your sleepy head. Ruffling your hair, he bolts out the door promptly after.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Every day. For months on end. His schedule never seems to align with yours.

Peter misses you so bad. He misses spending time with you. Laughing together. Cuddling for brief instances, cuz he can never sit still long enough for it to last. He misses making small talk. Only to glance at the clock and find hours unknowingly passed. Peter longs to take you on spontaneous trips across the country again, trying pancakes at every small town diner he can find.

And to put it bluntly - he desperately yearns to make love again. To you. His smokin’ hot wife - Mrs. Maximoff - and no one else. After months of pent-up frustration, he’s about ready to burst at the seams. It physically pains him when he remembers how often the two of you used to bone. So many times a day. Every day.

Peter still wonders if his speedy swimmers are even worth a damn. With all the raw, passionate sex he had with you - it’s a miracle you never followed the Maximoff family trend of carrying twins.

He even misses the more shameful moments shared with you. Like the times he surprised you with truckloads of gifts, spoiling you rotten - after he forgot your anniversary. Again. And again and again and- …hey, he warned you, long before the two of you ever got married. Peter isn’t the most reliable lover. He’s never been “boyfriend material,” as they say. And he knows now, better than ever; he most definitely isn’t “husband material" either.

But he really does love you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. About as much as he loves Wanda. Which is an astronomical amount of love, if he's being honest. And if he were born with some reality-warping mutation instead, Peter would move the heavens and Earth just to make you happy.

Times are tough for mutants these days, though. There’s still so much work to be done. Classes to teach. Rights to fight for. People to save. No shortage of those.

You know he isn’t to blame for his absence. And he knows you know it. But still...it just...it sucks! He needs to be there for you, as much as you wanna be there for him.

And when the X-family comes together on a Friday night for a much needed break - more than anything in the world, Peter looks forward to spending every second with you. As soon as you walk into the lounge room, Peter pulls you straight into his arms. You’re wearing a tasteful dress you picked out just for him. It makes you look like a goddamn knockout. But all he wants is to tear it off you and press his bare body against yours. To feel your soft, luscious skin get sweatier under the natural, burning heat of his own.

The team play a few board games together, sharing drinks, gorging on Remy’s best gumbo. Peter gets a slap on the wrist with a ladle, after Lebeau catches him sneaking a third bowl - before anyone else even has their first.

It’s an easygoing, chillaxed affair. And throughout the night, your silver fox husband keeps you close like a magnet. Attached at the hip. He’s uncharacteristically clingy, touching you as much as you’ll allow in a sociable space. Calloused hands tenderly graze your skin as he offers to hold your drink. Peter’s fingers splay against your lower back, curling in, drawing affectionate circles.

You make your rounds and mingle with the family. Peter follows you around like a lost dog in need of attention. He keeps an arm wrapped around your waist, taking every opportunity to secretly grope your ass. You sneak him a few wary glances. Wordless warnings. Bringing his drink to his lips, the fine lines of Peter’s dimples pull in a lazy grin. He averts his gaze elsewhere.

Once more, his impulsivity earns him a slap on the wrist. Not from Remy this time. But from you. Peter takes your subtle scolding as a challenge. Leaning closely into your vicinity, he mutters.

“Oh, it is so on.”

“Don’t you dare!” You whisper back, squealing after he gives you a light smack on your ass.

His teasing continues without warning.

You chat with the team, visibly tensing as Peter pulls a nonexistent strand of lint from your dress. His hot touch lingers dangerously close to your cleavage. You can’t help but blush. The warmth in your cheeks races across your skin, creeping through your supple bust. Left speechless, your words falter on your tongue. Peter carries the conversation for you with minimal effort, flaunting aloof charisma.

He cracks a poorly timed joke and it fails to land. Feigning his embarrassment, he hides his face in the fragrant crook of your neck. His teammates tease him for it. But what they don’t know is, it’s all a theatrical ruse. They don’t see the way his teeth nip your flesh before he pulls away.

During an innocent game of UNO, your husband’s lidded gaze leers at you from across the carpeted floor. Peter’s dark hues make a short gesture to the dip between your legs. Biting his lip, he meets your eyes again with a frisky look. You know that look all too well. Again, you blush profusely. Logan catches him in the act as he wiggles his silver brows. But the old timer makes no comment, shaking his head with a smirk.

The team later settles down for a movie. Taking their respective spots in front of the TV, snacks in hand, they all lounge around. Peter steals a cozy spot on one of the sofas. He leaves a space for you next to him. Bouncing a knee restlessly, he cooks up a number of sneaky ways he can tease you. But his plans are all tossed to the wind once you scooch your way between the couch and the coffee table.

You shimmy your ample ass in front of him. Is it intentional? Unintentional? You naughty, little minx. His virile gaze falls to your tush, so full and grabbable in your dress. In a split second, he grabs your waist and inches you back into the warm familiarity of his lap. Your body relaxes, your back against his chest.

Finally, at last, Peter cuddles his wife again.

And he’s content with doing so for all of one minute.

His knee continues to bounce underneath you. With your hands joined together in your lap, his fingers absentmindedly play with your wedding ring. Steering his attention from Jurassic Park, Peter brings a hand to your chin. In the darkness, the television’s light illuminates all of your best features. You’re stunning. He really can't help himself. Peter pulls you in for some modest lip action. Careful not to catch anyone’s attention. The fingers of his opposite hand tease the back of your neck, igniting patterns of goose flesh.

“Aw, you cold?” Peter’s affectionate voice hitches, seemingly innocent.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Peter vanishes and returns in a fwip, draping a thick blanket over the two of you once he returns. Showing gratitude, you peck his cheek with a soft kiss. Cute. Your mischievous husband almost laughs. He adores how naive and sweet you are. Oblivious to his schemes after five years of a marriage, and a decade of familiarity. Peter makes a few adjustments. Playing it off like he’s covering you for warmth.

You sink into him again with a fond smile on your lips.

An adoring smile that instantly falls, lips parting, exhaling a breathless gasp.

Peter trails fiery fingertips along your inner thigh and up your dress skirt. His hooded gaze stays hard locked on the movie, faking interest in Jeff Goldblum’s incoherent mumblings. Blissful buzzes resound faintly against the fabric of your panties. Peter’s grin stretches impishly again when you jolt as a response. Your clit pulses under flush pressure, making you squirm in his lap.

Confession time: your husband’s on a mission to make you as wet as possible, in as little time as possible.

The pads of his warm digits draw lower and push into damp fabric. You’re already soaking yourself silly.

“Feel that? How wet you are? Must’ve really missed me, huh?” Peter breathes silently with his nose in your neck, getting high off your familiar scent. His lips press a chaste kiss to your skin. A husky chuckle blooms in his throat, “Missed you too. Missed this. So fuckin' much.”

His name teeters off your lips in a confused whimper, barely audible. Sneaking your damp panties to the side, Peter’s thick digits breach your lonesome pussy folds. After being deprived of you for so ungodly long, the feel of your wet lust hardens him all at once. His fingers play a little game of tunnel diving, prodding your lush insides. Peter adjusts his position on the sofa by a smidgen. Silent curses tickle your temple. His girth bulges against your ass.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You huff under your breath, frantically scanning the room as he shifts again.

Peter’s digits curl so deliciously deep inside you, whirring like a silent vibrator, making your cunt spill leaky love. His breathy lips loom close to your ear.

“Hmm? Gunna try somethin’ risky. You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you, baby? Don’t want ‘em catchin’ on.”

“Honey, no-”

“Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. Just go with the motions. Trust me. It’ll be so fun. I know you wanna.”

Peter uses speedster precision to pull his flush dick discreetly from his jeans. Poor guy’s so homesick, he’s crying - leaking precum, throbbing as Peter nudges him into your plush heat. It’s an awkward angle at first. But Peter guides you through it with more hushed whispers. The blanket acts as a veil of innocence, draped over your connected bodies. Peter urges your hips to sink lower. You choke on your own mewls as he scarcely ruptures your precious tunnel.

“Tell me if it hurts, ‘kay?” He coos through an easy tone, parting his lips against the shell of your ear.

A subtle hitch of his hips does the rest of the work for you. Biting his tongue, Peter curls his brows inward. Your slick walls envelop his length all at once. Smooth, shuddery tightness compresses his cock and sets his nerves ablaze. Your husband peppers your temple in heedless kisses, letting throaty grunts slip in between each one. His pulsing cock keeps your walls pried open. Snug, safe, secure, and buried to the hilt.

Peter doesn’t move, and neither do you. One of his hands digs nails into your hips over your dress, keeping you cemented on his lap. He’s torturing himself, fighting his own relentless impatience in an attempt to stay perfectly still. And it’s taking every microscopic ounce of willpower not to pound you senseless. Peter covers his face with a palm. His dark, lust-blown eyes peer through lazy fingers at the TV.

He’s six inches deep in his wife right now, and not a soul in the room has any clue.

Clearing his throat and acting casual, Peter shifts his hips again. His fat tip prods your cervix with a weepy kiss. Like a promise to stuff you full of something special. He sneaks a careful hand between your legs. His wedding ring settles over your bush, cool to the touch. The rough pads of his fingers vibrate more intensely than before, winding into your twitchy clit. Coaxing you to break. You tremble in his lap, knees flying inward, knocking together hard enough to bruise.

Peter’s eyes roll back in his skull as your sticky walls seize tightly around his snug dick.

“Ah, fuck me.” He groans into your hair.

He can’t stop himself from knocking his hips upward every few minutes. Burrowing his buzzing thickness deeper, Peter splits you open, impaling your poor pussy. His genes imbue his body with primal frustration. Hiking the intensity of your hot bliss, his digits toy with your clit. Your breaths grow more sparse and shallow, as you blink tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Pietro, honey, please-"

He hitches his next breath. Reeling his ass into the couch cushions, Peter makes an abrupt retreat before ramming his cock into your womb. His inky gaze widens tenfold as your pussy swells, squeezing his dick tight enough to lock him in your hot channel forever. His lashes flutter. Going cross eyed, Peter feels his weighty balls tense under denim.

His hand darts up from your hip, clamping over your mouth in a flash. Peter pulls you hard against him, your back flush with his heaving chest as you cum. You’re so fucking lucky the movie transitions into a particularly loud scene. The shrill roar of Jurassic Park dinosaurs plays like a perfectly timed miracle. Concealing your muffled squeals of ecstasy.

The slippery contractions of your orgasm send him into the stratosphere. Your pussy creams hard on your husband’s whirring cock, and his pent-up longing comes crashing in bombastic waves. As covertly as he can, under the thick heat of the blanket; Peter repeatedly thrusts into your lush pussy. Slowly - so as not to catch anyone’s attention.

It’s both the most hellish, and thrilling sexual experience of his near-middle aged years. He bites his lip so hard he draws blood. Peter’s brows fly up, following an expression of pure vulnerability. Thick, endless pools of white, syrupy heat flood your pussy, gushing in streaks and leaking down his vascular dick.

Peter takes a two second pause to catch his breath, unusually winded from such a scandalously intimate experience. With his nose buried in your hair, his lips pepper your head in soft kisses. Bringing his fist to his mouth, Peter clears his throat again.

“Uhm, g-great party, guys! Love you! We’re gonna bounce. G’night!”

The two of you disappear in a blur, leaving the blanket fluttering in the air.

Back in your shared room, your ever-insatiable husband drills you raw again and again. Spilling thick, sticky load after load - like he’s really trying his damndest to knock you up. You lose track of how many times you reach ecstasy. Peter tells you he’s making up for lost time. By the end of it all, your limp, naked body lies loosely in his arms. Running his fingers through your hair, he catches himself staring at the ceiling with a big, dumb smile on his face.

Saturday morning, Peter channels his inner, teenage self. Recalling his notorious streak of high school ditch-days, much to his mother’s dismay. He decides…ah, screw it. If Chuck needs him, he can just reach out via telepathic communication. Peter bails on his responsibilities to take you out for pancakes. At a family owned diner in some nowhere town, far away from any sinister villains.

You sit across from him at the booth, leaning tiredly over your breakfast. He can tell your body aches just by looking at you. Bones rigid. Legs sore. Hair unkempt. Makeup smeared.

You’re goddamn beautiful.

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hellsburners · 1 year ago

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time's wasting, tick-tocking, lip locking

summary: spider-man meets an unlikely friend(or foe) to help him retrieve an important package. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.8k warnings: fluff, suggestive stuff, black cat reader, light smut, they're not friends sorta enemies if you think about it. a/n: a request from an anon! btw you could end it to a certain part if you just want the banter and the fluff but yall this is a hellsburners production we're serving smut here

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The air was quite chilly atop this building, the spandex not warming his body. Spider-man rubbed his gloved hands together for some heat, his legs bent over the ledge of the building, his eyes scanning the dock below. Twenty-four men loading wooden crates into shipping containers with the words Roxxon Energy Corp.

He swung down behind a shipping crate, crawling to the top unbeknownst to the men. His webs thwip across the snowy dock, disarming three men. Their bodies bonded together, and their mouths shut. He swings again, landing next to four other men, their rifles pointing at him.

Peter webs for two opposite poles and slingshots himself to the men, kicking one over while disarming the others; more men come rushing with baseball bats and crowbars. They try to hit Peter, his senses blazing from each attack; he ducks and avoids each blow, pulling on a few webs to tie them up.

Five more men come from inside the shipping container, loaded with pistols and rifles, but before they can come out, a small silver ball rolls from the top of the container, falling down and releasing white smoke.

Peter could hear the men choke and cough as a figure came down and took them individually. He did the same, taking the moment when the men were disarmed to land a few kicks and punches, leaving them unconscious.

He runs to the shipping container as the smoke wears off. The crates were ripped open with bear-like claw marks, the contents of the boxes now gone. He hears footsteps from his far left, the shadowy figure creeping against the moonlight. Peter webs his way to run after it. The cold slowed him down, his feet much heavier and his hands numb.

He shoots a web that lands on the figure's back. He turns to a man wearing a black coat with white fur on the hood and its sleeves. He sees your face, black-masked, dark hair with streaks of silver, a black satchel wrapped around your shoulder. The Black Cat.

You gave him a wink before falling back on the ledge of the building. Peter jumps, finding you at the bottom, waiting for him. He webs down slowly, landing on his feet. Your back against a wall, your clawed fingers wrapped around the clear vial with silvery-purple liquid.

"Need this?" you said, vapor appearing from your lips. "Nice to see you again, Spider."

"I would say the same, but I don't share the sentiment," he said, walking towards you. "Can we skip the small talk and give me that vial?"

"Ooh, you know it's not that easy," you said, putting the vial back in your bag. "Besides, don't you miss me?" you pout.

"I—no!" Peter said, his voice erratic. "Shame," you smirked, dropping another smoke bomb before disappearing from his sight.

"Hey!" he screamed. You were ahead a few blocks. He swung across a few other buildings and tried to chase you down. You grappled down a busy street, your coat blending in with civilians in their winter clothes. "Fuck," he sighed. "Lucky me, I've been trying to test these out," he said, taking his phone out to see the red dot on the city map, a tracker placed on your back when he ran after you.

He traced you down, riding a black car heading out of the city. Peter reloaded his web-shooters and braced for the trip. He swung from building to building until he landed on a truck heading in the same direction. His joints started to stiffen, his nape cold and aching.

You entered a safe house on the city's outskirts, a brutalist bare building with a white car parked outside. Peter found you dealing with—Richard Fisk, the Kingpin's son, calls himself The Rose. You hand him the bag of vials. You await payment before his men point their guns at you. Peter knows you. This isn't something you could run away from easily. Fisk turns away and leaves in his white car, leaving you with six men with loaded guns.

Peter jumps down to your aid, unarming two men before landing a solid blow on the others. You take this moment to kick the other man right across his face. He saw you move with grace and agility, your gymnast background aiding your fight.

The men all ended up unconscious on the pavement. Blood drips down your lips, and no one gets away with scamming you. "So, was it worth it?" Spider-man said.

"Don't piss me off," you said, rubbing the back of your hand against your bloodied lip. "This never happens."

"Well, it just did," he said. "That vial could've helped me to take them down, but now they have it!"

"I'm not a hero, Spider," you snickered. "I don't do this for good. I do this so I can live," you walked towards the door, the metal ice cold. You try to slide the entrance to the side, but the gate does not budge. You snarled, trying to pull it back. "Shit, I think it's stuck."

"What?" Peter said. "Let me see," he tried to do the same, but the door still didn't budge despite his strength. "Fuck, they must've closed us off—the snow isn't helping either." Peter punched the door in anger, leaving a giant dent.

"There must be another exit—or a window," you said. The room slowly turned colder. You tried to wrap your fur coat around your body, your breath leaving hot vapor. Loud bangs from Peter's fists filled the room, but the door never moved.

"I checked before coming in. There isn't one," Peter took off his mark, panting while vapor left his lips. You looked at him. He was older since you last met, the circles under his eyes darker, his face riddled with stubble, his hair longer and messier. The cold fogged your goggles up, so you took them off and left them on a table nearby.

The two of you rummaged all over the safe house, looking for materials to use or food and other things. Peter found an old lab coat to wrap himself with, and you found a box of canned tuna, some old crackers—and one sleeping bag.

Peter tried his cell, but there was no signal. "We're going to be here for a while," you said. "Shouldn't we bundle up and stay warm, like old times."

"Not happening," Peter said, shivering under his breath.

"Your loss," you ripped a claw on the box of biscuits and took a bite. "Ugh, it's stale."

Hours passed with Peter running around the safe house, looking for an exit. On the other hand, you lay on the sleeping bag with your hands behind your head. You took a file from your pocket and filed your claws into peak sharpness. Peter sighed under his breath every time he passed by you. "You're a pain in the ass, Cat."

"From what I remember, you gave me a pain in the ass, Spider," you chuckled. "Kidding, it wasn't all pain."

"I'm fucking freezing," Peter said, rubbing his body to make some heat.

"I told you we should bundle up," you said. "Plus, it's getting late, and I'm sleepy."

Peter rolled his eyes and joined you in the sleeping bag. The two of you were wrapped like a burrito, his face too close to yours. His brown eyes stared intently, his long lashes batting at you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His eyes widened, and a soft moan left his lips. "Wrap your arms around me, too," you said. His large arms snaked around you, creating heat.

"Wood sage and Sea salt?" you whispered, smelling his neck. He chuckled and nodded. "I missed you, Spider. Honestly,"

"I missed you too," he said, his voice stern. "Where did you go, Cat?"

"Tried to live a normal life, it didn't end well for me," your gaze trailed away from his eyes, your hand finding his soft brown hair. "I guess this is me forever, running and stealing."

"It doesn't have to be like that. You could work with me, and we could be good," Peter said, his palms rubbing your lower back. "Live with me."

"I'll think about it," you said, your hands falling to his cheeks. It was warm against his cold skin. You inched closer, pressing your lips to his. You closed your eyes and delved deeper into the kiss. His hand snaked underneath your clothes, cold fingertips against your bare skin. You wrapped your thigh around his, his knee hitting your center. The two of you moaned from the kiss, hands searching each other's bodies.

You straddled Peter's waist rubbing your ass on his growing erection. His hands wrapped around your ass, pulling you closer. He whimpers on your lips, shaking from the pleasure and the cold. "Cat—" he moaned. You pepper his neck with kisses, licking and sucking, leaving red marks.

He pulls you back to the kiss, his arms hugging you tighter as his sex rubs on your ass. He rubs against you, moaning and whimpering while you moan from his tight embrace. He grips your waist, fingers digging into your skin. "Fuck—Spider, you good?" you gasped.

"I missed you, and I need you," he said. "Please be with me. I'll take care of you, protect you," his eyes stared at yours. "You won't run ever again."

"I'll think about it," you said again, an ache forming in your chest. Knowing it will never be normal with him.

"Fuck–I'm close," he moaned.

You pulled him in for a last kiss for a long while. Peter finishes under his suit, his face red and his hair drenched in sweat. You later passed out on the sleeping bag, your arms draped around each other, Peter's lips pressing on your forehead as you succumbed to the night.

Peter woke up to a banging on the door. "We know you're in there, Cat! Give us the real vial, or we'll kill you!" a bunch of men surrounded the lot, hands on their guns. He saw that you were gone, a hole formed on the ceiling, sunlight peering in, a black satchel on the spot where you slept. Inside were the vials and a note.

Sorry, I couldn't stay for breakfast. I had to go real quick. I left the vials for you. Do whatever is right. You always do the right thing. And you'll probably not see me again but don't miss me too much. I know I will.

Xoxo, Cat.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker x male reader smut #the amazing spiderman #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x male reader #tasm!peter parker x male reader smut

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weighty-ghosts · 2 years ago

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Pure Torture (spicy wolfstar fic)

Happy birthday to @xinasvoice and Remus John Lupin!! This story technically isn’t about Remus' birthday...but he does get a present ;)

Pure Torture, by weightyghosts

“A small grunt escapes Sirius’ lips and he hunches forward again, burying his face in his hands. Remus fidgets beside him. Sirius might be the one with a vibrating plug up his arse in the middle of class right now, but in reality, Remus is the one suffering.”

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Rating: explicit

Word count: 3400

Genre: fluff & smut & first times

Published: March 10, 2023

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, swearing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45644413

“Mr. Black, are you quite well?”

James hides his laugh behind his hand, elbow resting on the desk, and Remus watches Sirius’ shoulders tense and twitch as he straightens his back.

“Y-yes, Professor Flitwick,” Sirius grits out behind a painful smile, “Quite well.”

Flitwick nods and returns to ignoring the boys at the back of the class, focusing on the more rapt students at the front.

A small grunt escapes Sirius’ lips, and he hunches forward again, burying his face in his hands.

Remus fidgets beside him. Sirius might be the one with a vibrating plug up his arse in the middle of class right now, but in reality, Remus is the one suffering.

He grips his quill tighter as Sirius shudders quietly.

“Don’t you think you should go back to the dorm?” Remus asks sharply.

“Piss off,” Sirius grumbles, voice muffled.

James sighs cheerfully and lays his head down on the desk, facing Sirius and looking like the cat that got the cream.

“How you holding up, Padfoot?” he asks with false consideration. “Ready to give in?”

The only answer is another angry grumble from Sirius.

To be fair, isn’t like Sirius doesn’t deserve to be punished.

He had purposefully interrupted James and Lily’s private time in the dorm (which James had filled out all the proper paperwork for, and therefore Remus and Peter had been happy to camp out in the common room for the night, but Sirius hadn’t been pleased about the prospect of a less-than-ideal night’s sleep before their Quidditch match the next day, so he’d acted like a child), storming in to reclaim his territory and ending up with more than an eyeful of what the couple like to get up to. Sirius had been merciless in his laughter and mockery of having discovered new information about James’ particular sexual interests.

Remus doesn’t think that it’s anyone else’s business what someone derives pleasure from, and deep down, he doesn’t think Sirius does either, but Sirius had never been able to hold back from making fun of James, even when it was the height of hypocrisy for him to mock James for liking stuff up his bum.

And so, it was only predictable that James would exact his revenge. Which he did that morning when the post arrived, James’ owl dropping a small box in front of Sirius with a thump over his breakfast plate. Remus knew straight away from James’ evil grin that it was going to be a long day. Though he honestly never could have predicted that James would actually purchase a neon purple vibrating anal plug for Sirius and then dare him to last through one lesson with it in– while James controlled the vibrations. Once Remus knew about this though, he really should have predicted that he would be horribly tortured right alongside Sirius.

It’s truly killing Remus to sit next to Sirius while he squirms and sweats and pants softly in restrained pleasure. Remus has been half hard since they sat down in Flitwick’s classroom, which was only ten minutes ago.

Sirius isn’t even able to answer James’ last question with anything more than a groan that’s probably supposed to sound threatening but comes out more frustrated and erotic. James doesn’t like the lack of verbal response though, so Remus sees his wand twist under the desk, pointed directly at Sirius.

“FUCK,” Sirius shouts into his hands.

The whole room freezes– except for James, who’s practically sliding to the floor with the effort of containing his laughter– and Flitwick stands on his toes to look at them again.

“Mr. Black? Was that you?”

Remus is trying to swallow down the heat in his cheeks as everyone stares in their direction, not to mention trying to calm the way Sirius’ shout was like a hot jolt to his cock.

Sirius takes a deep, shaky breath and raises his head, his face rather impressively blank. Remus can see how pink his ears are though, and can’t help but want to lick the delicious beads of sweat gathering at the base of his neck.

Sirius smiles apologetically at their professor and nods, seemingly unable to speak.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Flitwick asks again.

Sirius swallows and nods. His eyes are wide and his arms are crossed over his abdomen, fingers digging into his elbows.

Flitwick purses his lips and goes back to their lesson, which Remus hasn’t written a single note on.

“I,” Sirius whispers under his breath to James, “Am. Going. To. Murder. You.”

James pops back up, wiping tears from his face. “Mate, it’s not even on the highest setting.”

Sirius moans quietly, and Remus contemplates dragging him out of the classroom by his hair and into the nearest broom cupboard. Which would be quite the shock to Sirius, considering he has no clue that Remus fancies the pants off of him.

James’ wand starts to twist again but Sirius’ hand lashes out and clamps onto James’ arm.

“Don’t you dare, Potter!” Sirius snaps.

James just grins. “All you have to do is admit you were wrong and it will be over, Padfoot.”

“Fuck you,” Sirius says on a sharp inhale. “There’s no way you had this in during supper on Saturday.”

“I did!” James defends, then glances to the side guiltily. “Although I never said the vibration was on.”

“You absolute fucking– OH– fuck–”

He released his grip on James to smack him, but James is quick with his wand, and Remus can actually hear the plug vibrating now.

A few students turn around to glare at them, but luckily Flitwick somehow didn’t hear.

“Sirius,” Remus spits out under his breath, pleading more for his own sake than anyone else’s, “Will you please just leave and deal with…that?” He gestures awkwardly in the direction of Sirius’ crotch area.

Sirius looks over at him, and Remus bites the inside of his cheek at the way Sirius’ brows are drawn together in concentration and his cheeks are dusted hot pink.

“And let Prongs win?” Sirius gapes at Remus. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Remus sighs, silently cursing everyone and everything around him. Maybe he should be the one to leave and deal with his own… situation. He isn’t paying attention to the lesson and he certainly isn’t enjoying sitting next to his wet dream brought to life and not being able to do anything about it.

He realizes that Sirius is still looking at him, and Remus locks his eyes onto his, watching Sirius’ pupils dilate and almost swallow up the snow-grey of his irises. Sirius sucks in a sharp breath and bites down hard on his bottom lip.

Then again, maybe Remus could endure a little more torture.

James ruins it by elbowing Sirius in the ribs.

“Ugh, what?” Sirius grunts, turning away from Remus and fidgeting in his seat.

“Do you regret your actions yet?” James asks in a casual tone, as though his best mate doesn’t have a sex toy inside him in the middle of their Charms lesson, “Are you going to apologize to Lily and me?”

Sirius is already shaking his head. “Nope. Nope. You can’t make me. I regret nothing.”

Remus closes his eyes and prays for patience, bracing for the next–

The moan is thankfully muffled by Sirius stuffing his fist in his mouth, but it’s loud enough for the students nearby to turn and stare in alarm. Remus slides down in his chair and swallows down his own sound of pleasure. Or frustration. Or both.

Sirius is literally shaking. And Remus is literally going to explode.

He puts a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, undecided if he’s going to shove him or pull him close. “For the love of–”

His hand is suddenly gripping air as Sirius shoots his chair back and scrambles to his feet, practically running out of the classroom. That got Flitwick’s attention.

Their professor looks from the heavy door swinging shut to James and Remus and the empty seat between them.

“Will one of you go check on Mr. Black and see if he needs to be taken to the hospital wing?”

Remus is out of his chair almost as fast as Sirius was.

“Yes, Professor, I’ll go,” he declares in a completely steady and non-wobbly, not at all desperate voice. He ignores the snort from James and doesn’t wait for an acknowledgment from Flitwick before he’s rushing out the door in Sirius’ footsteps.

* * * *

Remus hears water running when he opens the door to the bathroom nearest the Charms classroom, and he turns the corner to find Sirius standing at one of the sinks, gripping the edge with both hands so hard his knuckles are white.

“Er, hey,” Remus says.

Sirius whips his head up and lets out a sob of relief that does nothing to help the strain in Remus’ trousers.

“Thank fuck, Moony,” Sirius says breathlessly, “I need you.”

Remus feels heat rush up his spine and tingle along his scalp. He steps closer. “You do?”

“Yes– lock the door!” Sirius squeezes his eyes shut and unlatches one of his hands from the sink to cup it under the water. He bends over a bit and splashes his face, running his wet hand over the back of his neck and through his hair, then turns the tap off and looks over at Remus. “Is it locked?”

“Oh, er,” Remus jumps and takes his wand out, having been distracted by watching the lucky drops of water slide down Sirius’ skin. He locks the door and then throws a silencing spell at it for good measure, which turns out to be the right move because the second the spell leaves his lips, Sirius lets out the loudest, toe-curling moan Remus has ever heard.

It makes Remus’ stomach swoop and his cock twitch, but the sound is also so dramatic he can’t help but laugh.

“Merlin, Sirius!” His voice is incredulous as he walks over to his friend.

“I can’t– I c– this thing,” Sirius stammers, shaking his head. He’s practically shivering all over, his legs squirming and his hands grappling at the counter. “I can’t, Moony, I need you to– please– fucking take it out.”

Remus’ mouth drops open.

“What?”

“Take it out!” Sirius looks up at him with wild, pleading eyes. “I can’t take it anymore! I need it out, please. I can’t do it!”

His skin is flushed, his chest is heaving, and Remus thinks there might be tears in his eyes. Remus’ own heart is pounding frantically, and he’s completely rock hard at the sight of Sirius like this, but he also feels a bit lost and disconcerted– having never seen Sirius in this state before.

“Please, Moony,” Sirius whines, and oh, those words coming out of his mouth in that tone make Remus’ breath catch.

“Alright, alright,” he says soothingly, as though settling a wild animal, “Relax, Padfoot, I’ll take it out.”

Sirius groans in relief again, hanging his head. “Thank fucking hell,” he breathes. His hands are immediately at his belt and Remus feels himself blush even further, glancing around the bathroom even though he knows it’s empty.

He hears Sirius’ trousers drop to the floor and Remus closes his eyes to steady himself for a second before looking.

Sirius’ smooth, pale arse is lifted in the air, his slim, strong thighs actually shaking with the effort of holding himself together.

“Bloody hell, Sirius…” Remus mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t fucking care, Moony,” Sirius says desperately, “Now is not the time to protest touching my arse! Just do it. Take it out.”

Remus huffs at the thought that Sirius thinks he’s bothered by this– well, he is, but not for the reasons Sirius thinks.

“Okay, hold your horses, Padfoot.”

He swallows thickly and reaches out a hand towards Sirius’ arse cheeks. This is fucking mad. He holds his breath, feeling a drop of sweat roll down his back, and places his palm on Sirius’ skin.

Sirius instantly bucks his hips and collapses forward, letting out another sinful moan that nearly shakes the walls.

“Sirius!” Remus shouts as he snaps his hand back. “You can’t do that!”

Sirius covers his head with his arms and practically whines. “I can’t help it! You don’t understand! It feels— fuck — I can’t help it, Moony!”

Sirius shudders out a deep breath and rubs his legs together. His cock must be impossibly hard too. Throbbing. Leaking. Oh, god.

Remus puts his face in his hands and tries to calm the fuck down. He’s going to kill James for putting him in this position.

Although… Remus was the one who eagerly volunteered to go after Sirius, which he didn’t have to do. And if he’s being honest with himself in this brief moment, trying to tune out the sounds of Sirius whining and wriggling, isn’t this the kind of erotic fantasy he could have only ever dreamt up in the dark of night with Sirius on his mind? Isn’t this all he’s ever wanted? Why the fuck would he want to put a stop to this?

“Re, please,” Sirius grits out, and that solidifies Remus’ mind.

Like hell he would pass up this opportunity. At least to see, to try.

Sirius is still bent over the counter, trousers pooled around his ankles, his arse in the air, head buried under his crossed arms. Remus steps into his space, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

“I’m going to put my hand on you again,” he says, and his voice is deeper, more steady and sure. Sirius must hear the slight change in his tone because he goes still.

“Yeah,” Sirius breathes.

Remus places his palm on Sirius’ arse cheek and watches as Sirius’ muscles twitch and his body tenses all over.

Remus bends and leans his head closer to Sirius’. “Sirius?”

He gets a grunt in response.

“Are you… Are you sure you want me to take it out?”

There’s a pause, and then Sirius slowly lifts his head to look at Remus with hazy eyes. Fuck, Remus’ insides squirm at the blissed out anguish on Sirius’ face.

“W–what?” Sirius asks with a quick, shallow breath.

“I will if you want me to,” Remus says lowly– earnestly, because of course he will, “But is that what you want?”

He watches Sirius’ Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows thickly.

“I just…” Remus leans in even more, close enough to feel Sirius’ hot breath on his face, feeling emboldened by the look in Sirius’ misty, lust-filled eyes. “I just think it seems a bit of a…waste. You’re so wound up already, maybe you should… enjoy it?”

Sirius closes his eyes. “I… I–”

Remus watches a shiver rock through Sirius’ body, and he flexes his fingers still gripping the flesh of Sirius’ arse.

Sirius’ eyes flash open with a gasp. “Moony.”

In one quick motion, he straightens up and reaches out for Remus, yanking him forward by the shirt and crashing their mouths together. Remus manages a gasp of surprise before his arms are wrapping around Sirius, and he’s kissing him back with all he’s got.

Sirius is a writhing, trembling mess, trying to rub himself all over Remus like a horny cat.

“Fuck I’m so close,” he groans into Remus’ neck after breaking their lips apart.

Remus feels a wet tongue on his throat and realizes that he too is so close, bucking into Sirius’ hip. Sirius leans back with wide eyes, his mouth dropped open wide as he heaves deep breaths. “Are you– are you hard?”

Remus stills in disbelief. Is he kidding? “Are you kidding?”

Sirius blinks at him for two long seconds, and then a growl rips from his throat as he throws himself at Remus again.

Remus lets out his own noise of want and lust and reaches around to grip Sirius’ arse with both hands, pulling their bodies closer as they each chase their orgasms together.

“I– oh fuck, Moony, I’m going to– I need– unfgh–”

Apparently Sirius loses his ability to speak when he’s close to coming, resorting to babbling and breathing in heavy, quick pants onto Remus’ skin, which Remus files away as information to revisit later when he thinks about this unbelievable moment again and again and again for the rest of eternity. Surely nothing will ever happen in his life that will top what is happening to him right here and now with Sirius.

“Fuck, fuck, Moony– please – touch me–”

Remus doesn’t need to be asked twice. He brings one hand around to wrap around Sirius’ cock, eliciting an absolutely filthy, pornographic sound from Sirius that bounces around the walls of the empty bathroom.

“Yes, fuck, yes, yes–oh– FUCK –”

Remus turns his head in time to watch in the mirror as Sirius comes apart in his arms, his fingers gripping Remus (one hand in his hair, the other almost ripping Remus’ robes off), and then Remus is squeezing his eyes shut tight, his breath halting in his lungs as he ruts against Sirius.

“Do you need–” Sirius starts to ask as he tries to pull away.

“No!” Remus yanks Sirius against him again, his fingers digging so hard into Sirius’ arse that he’ll probably have bruises, his other hand flying to the back of Sirius’ neck to keep him in place. His whole body shudders as he grunts and comes harder than he ever has before, gasping in breaths before he passes out from lack of air.

“Holy fuck, Moony,” Sirius says, leaning back to look into Remus’ face. Sirius’ hair is damp on his forehead, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen ruby red. He looks like every single one of Remus’ wet dreams come to life. Except better. So much better.

Remus releases his death grip on Sirius and slowly, gently, pulls the vibrator from Sirius’ body. A small whimper escapes from Sirius and he quivers, but then relaxes against Remus as the vibrator plops into the sink. Remus hesitates before wrapping his arms around Sirius. It feels oddly natural, and they stand there for a minute as their heart rates and breathing return to normal.

“So, er,” Remus clears his throat.

Sirius turns his head from one side to the other so that he’s looking at Remus in the mirror. “So, er?”

“Still planning on murdering James?”

Sirius grins. “I’m closer to building a marble statue of him and worshiping at its feet.”

Remus wants to laugh at that. He does. He doesn’t. He frowns instead.

And the grin on Sirius’ face spreads into evil smirk territory. “Unless there’s someone else’s feet I should be worshiping at?”

“Oh, er… that’s– hm.”

Sirius just laughs and tilts his head away to meet Remus’ eyes. He’s actually an inch taller than Remus, but the way he’s melted into Remus makes him smaller, their bodies fitting perfectly against one another. The next thing he knows, Sirius is pressing their lips together.

It’s a much different kiss than before. Not frantic or closer to panting into each other’s mouths than actual lips on lips. It’s slow, soft, and sweeter than Remus’ favourite Honeyduke’s chocolate.

“Can we do that again?” Sirius whispers.

“Absolutely not,” Remus says, to which Sirius squeaks in outrage. “You are not allowed to have that thing inside you in class again. Or anywhere in public. That was pure torture for me, Sirius.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius gapes at him. “Torture for you?”

Remus nods simply. “But in private…”

It’s comical how quickly Sirius’ face changes from indignation to anticipation.

“Oh?”

“Mm. It’ll have to wait though,” Remus checks his watch before bending down to pull Sirius’ trousers up. “We have to get to Transfiguration.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow as Remus dresses him and fixes their robes. “Moony. I can’t feel my legs. You think I’m going to Transfiguration?”

Remus takes out his wand and shoots a cleaning spell at the plug sitting innocently in the sink, and then at himself since he came in his trousers like he was a fourteen-year-old. “I think,” he says, grabbing the plug and slipping it into his pocket with his wand, “If you’re good, you’ll get a reward later.”

A warm rush spreads through him as he manages to make Sirius Black blush and splutter.

He turns to leave with a smile on his face but is quickly yanked back by Sirius, his body colliding against Sirius’. A perfect fit again.

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius smiles sweetly at him, “Don’t forget: a reward for me can be a reward for you too, darling.”

#wolfstar #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar smut #ficbyweightyghosts #happy birthday moony

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thealtoduck · 2 years ago

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FEARLESS

Peter Parker x Male!Black Cat Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence…

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: An average game of cat and mouse between Spider-Man and the Black Cat is interrupted by another foe…

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It was an average night for web-slinging hero and his feline nemesis, it was the same old story the Black Cat had stolen something and Spider-Man was trying to retrieve it. This night Black Cat had stolen a bunch of jewelry from an auction.

Spider-Man was chasing the Black Cat across the the rooftops of Queens. You used your grappling hook to try swing away from the spandex clad hero. ”Get back here” you heard Spider-Man yell behind you as he swung after you.

When you landed on the building you kept running but you didn’t hear Spider-Man, then you felt a small thud on your back and you were pulled to a sudden stop making you fall backwards. Spider-Man had stuck a web to your back.

You laid on your back looking up at the stars then you rolled over and got up, you saw Spider-Man sprinting towards you so you took a fighting stance and the two of you started trading blows with each other.

Spider-Man managed to get the upper hand and tackled you to the ground. He managed to pin you down with his suprising strength, which probably meant you were fucked… ”Wow, you’re stronger than i thought Spider” you commented. ”Thanks a radioactive spider bite will do that to you” he answered back.

But then Spider-Man was kicked off of you by someone wearing a purple and yellow suit. The man jumped over you and started fighting with Spider-Man. Which gave you time to sneak away, you spared the two one last glance before grappling away.

When you had found a place a bit further away you watched the fight between the two. The unknown guy was an incredibly skilled fighter and was challenging even for Spider-Man.

Spider-Man was starting to get overwhelmed while taking the defence as the guy was attacking him. You decided it was best to probably get going now, but something stopped you.

What if that guy was going to kill Spider-Man, what would happen to Queens if Spider-Man wasn’t there to protect everyone. You tried to ignore your thoughts and walk away from it but knew it was the wrong thing to do.

But then you thought of Peter, he would’ve never left anyone to die no matter who it was. You also knew he’d never forgive you if he knew you’d left Spider-Man to die.

”God dammit, Peter’s conscience is rubbing off on me” you thought to yourself, you dropped your bag of stolen jewelry and grappled back towards the two. The man had managed to knock Spider-Man down to the ground and just as he was about to land the finishing blow. You swept in with the grappling hook and kicked him to the side.

”Not so fast, that’s my Spider to step on” you stated sassily. ”You incompitent street rat, if you had stayed out of this, you would have been safe” the man said with a heavy accent. You ignored him and asked ”And who are you? Captain Canada?”.

He then said angrily ”I am Batroc the Leaper and i am french you little-” but was cut of by you throwing a smoke granade right in his face. He coughed and you quickly went on the attack with the claws on your gloves out. You managed to get a few cuts and scratches on him but you were no match for him so you knew you needed another solution.

You knew Spider-Man was knocked out but his suit had a built in computer so maybe it could help you. You threw another smoke granade at Batroc and ran over to Spider-Man and said quickly ”Spider-computer activate electric web” hoping it would listen to you.

You took the web shooter of his wrist a put it on to your’s and begged to god that the computer had listened. Batroc leapt at you through the smoke and you closed your eyes and fired.

You waited for the impact of his fist on your face but it never came, you opened your eyes and only a meter in front of you Batroc was laying on the rooftop twitching and twisting from the electric web.

You exhaled in relief and went over to the knocked out Spider-Man and said ”Rise and shine Spider, i took care of the canadian”. The eyes on Spider-Man’s suit flickered to life and he asked softly ”Cat? Is that you”. You ignored his questions as you heard sirens in the distance.

You only said ”You owe me one” and grappled away to retrieve your stolen jewelry and take it to your safe house.

Third person pov:

When Peter had recovered for a bit he saw Batroc laying webbed up and passed out a bit away from him, Peter stood up and noticed his left web shooter was missing. ”Great, Black Cat took it, now i’m gonna have to ask Mr Stark for a new one” he said to himself.

Karen then spoke up in Peter’s ear saying ”I can track down the web shooter if you want me to”. But Peter thought about it, Black Cat had risked his life for him after all. ”No Karen it’s fine, i’ll get a new one, i had been thinking about a few new upgrades for it anyway” Peter said and prepared to hand over Batroc to the authorities.

#peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #spider man x male reader #spiderman x male reader #avengers x male reader #avengers x male!reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x male!reader #mcu x male reader #male reader #male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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justheretodump · 2 months ago

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pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

disclaimer again that this is dc x dp x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

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ladybug doesn't remember a time before the observants. her earliest memory was the dark room in the tribunal, kneeling at the center of the crystal observatory, as shadows whispered across the walls and stared.

a whispy hand made of curling black had brushed aside her hair and, when ladybug glanced up, a black eyeball stared back. ladybug felt every need to flee, yet her body was so weak.

the eye blinked once. a garbled voice cooed, "what a pure soul…yes, this one'll do…our new child…our new observant."

ladybug didn't understand what that meant back then, but now, she knew too intimately.

foregoing the memories that surged in her head, she turned to witch.

with a black dress and chunky boots, and her feline features hidden behind a full techno mask - aside from the ears on her head -, witch crouched beside ladybug and offered her a look, the screen on her face changing to a purple '?'.

ladybug nodded her head. "the doors", she whispered in accented english. despite robin's attempts at teaching her, she was still too clunky with the pronounciation.

as witch shifted on her feet to move from their hiding spot, ladybug gripped her shoulder. "remember the border."

both girls pressed a button at their shoulder, settled onto the strap of an unknown object, and small, mechanical, translucent wings sprouted from their backs. they flew in short bursts from floating island to floating island, the backdrop of the green ghost zone stark against their figures.

up above, a piece of land bigger than any nearby loomed. on it stood a white church, golden bell tolling endlessly, surrounded by a weird green bubble.

when both had flown close enough to the building, ladybug shifted her fingers, green energy like fog coming to life. it flitted between them, and once the border had been crossed, dissipated under her command.

witch landed first, wings shifting to hide under her cloak. she pressed a button at her ankle and her boots retracted, material crawling across her skin until two ankle bracelets hugged her fur fittingly. cat legs stood onto dust as she turned to watch ladybug land.

once the attention of her partner was on her, witch's screen shifted to present a pixeled, 'ok?'.

"my effect will only last 20 minutes, so we have to be quick. once we get the clock, we get out."

both figures stood to stare at the building ahead.

"let's go."

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spiderkid had tried to struggle against the man's hold, but something had drained his energy and left him too weak. he could only watch through lidded eyes as they left the dark room, managing to catch a glimpse of the broken crystal pod at the far end. stepping through the doorway, they walked down a dark hallway and over…littered bodies, oh my god, those were bodies.

as spiderkid tried to strain his neck for a better view, the man's gruff hand cradled his head, pushing his face, very gently, into the guy's shoulder. "better ignore that, pete."

spiderkid thought it was highly presumptuous of this guy to tell him what to do.

outside, a man in red gear stood waiting for them. his face showed brief awe, hands in red gloves coming up hesitantly to pet spiderkid's hair. spiderkid, absolutely fed up with random strangers getting in his space, nudged it away with as much force possible and grunted.

the man immediately pulled away, before turning - are those tears? - teary eyes to the white-streaked man. "god, jay… it's really him."

if his eyes were that visible with that domino mask, he needed a new one stat.

coming to terms with the fact that escape was highly unlikely, spiderkid waited in silent anxiety as the situation unfolded around him.

the men spoke to someone on an earpiece, voices low and hard to make out even with peter's advanced hearing. they were near the ocean, the scent of salty air making his head dizzy, and coupled with the strong smell of oil and grease that covered the warehouses surrounding them, spiderkid opted to stuff his nose in the guy's jacket.

the guy's breath stuttered at the act, hand coming up to smooth spiderkid's hair again.

the trek was a short one, turning a couple of corners with hasty steps until a black car came into view. a sleek black outer coat and startlingly bright headlights, it looked highly expensive.

two people came out of it, doors thrown open and rushing forward in a run - towards him, spiderkid realized. the boy tried to wiggle away, but he only ended up wiggling further into the man's chest. the guy's grip tightened and he was hiked up to readjust.

first was a man in a messy tux, black hair falling into strands on his head and blue eyes crinkled with worry. "peter? oh my god, peter, kid, peter…"

his hands settled on spiderkid's cheeks, thumbs brushing his cheekbones gently. spiderkid has never met this man in his life, but he will concede, he looks…kind.

the other was a boy around his age; with black hair and blue eyes, it was obvious he was the man's son. in a thick hoodie and pajama pants, feet stuffed into cow slippers, anyone could tell he wasn't ready to leave the house.

he gripped onto spiderkid's hand, silently gnawing on his lip with a furrowed brow.

"he's okay, at least physically," the man went silent for a second before croaking, "his… there isn't anything left, from… from back then."

"how is that possible?," sniped the black-haired boy, frustration lacing his tongue.

the man in red stepped forward, "does it matter? let's ask questions tomorrow, jesus christ."

the tuxed man nodded, once, twice, before his hands, shaking, went into his pockets. he turned and made a swift walk to the awaiting vehicle, deep voice calling, "let's go, the family's waiting."

as everyone trailed after, spiderkid sat back and expected a long night.

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i don't tend to put author's notes but sorry this is short, i have uni finals coming up. also, i opened asks, since i sometimes feel bad about how i write so out of order and nothing makes sense.

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yourtwistedlies · 11 months ago

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❝ women’s hearts are lethal weapons ❞

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inkluvs · 1 year ago

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ribs — send me a sfw request --- [ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck with tasm! peter parker and happy\extroverted!reader?

special spidey abilities

wooo ok i hope u like this i had a ton of fun writing it <3 <3(ps i lowkey forgot about the happy/extroverted part i hope u don't mind) tw: mentions of sickness ; peter's lack of concern for his health ; pet names ; (0.3k)

tasm! peter parker x reader

The wooden floorboards creak under Peter’s socked feet, startling you for just a second until you recognize the feel of his skin against yours. His nose is cold against your neck, pale freckled skin flush against your jugular.

“You’re home early.” The rain on his suit seeps into the cotton of your shirt, the fabric sticky against your skin. “S’it raining hard?”

“Missed you,” he murmurs, palms kneading against the pouch of your tummy.

“Missed you too,” you say softly, letting a fork clatter back into the sink, before turning around and leaning into him. “Now about the rain? Pete you can’t get a cold you’ll feel miserable.”

For a few minutes he stays quiet, just breathing in the smell of your shirt and shampoo, pressing a kiss here or there every so often.

“It rained an hour ago, poured, really. It’s been drizzling on and off since then.”

“Peter,” you scold. “You’re gonna get sick.”

He mumbles something incoherent into your skin and you hum in question.

“I won’t get sick.” He decides.

You tilt your head and he laughs, the sound warm and comforting. He wasn’t laughing at your confusion, more so the way you mannerisms were similar to that of a cat.

“How?” Your hands smooths against the skin of his arm, rubbing over a faded stretch mark, a slight purple hue still visible on the skin.

“You won’t let me get sick.” He says simply, “And I have special spidey abilities. Keeps me healthy.”

Your nose wrinkles at the latter, “‘s a mouthful don’t you think? Special spider abilities. Plus, Pete, I can’t keep you healthy if you go out and get wet can I?”

“You say that and you’re still pressed against me.” He teases, cheeks pinched in a grin. Your brows pucker and he relents, “I’ll go take a shower now ‘kay?”

It takes him 10 minutes to shower, and another 5 to walk from the bathroom and lean against the kitchen counter, shaking his head like a dog to dry his hair. The droplets splatter onto your pajamas and you gasp, laughing as you turn around.

“‘m sorry honey,” he pouts, a twitch in the corner of his lips betraying his expression, “take it off for me, yeah?”

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year ago

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Colors of the rainbow

Character: Spiderman Noir x Masc!Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks 🖤 Spiderman noir x male reader romance? :D You show Peter the colors of the pride flag and he comes in love with all of the colors

Warnings: uses the word queer and mentions queer ppl, if you don't like then scroll away.

“What is that?” Peter asked, the confusion was evident in his voice and widen eyes. He was pointing to your pride flag that was hanging on the wall.

You were confused at first but then remembered, his universe was black and white, with shades of gray. He knew the names of colors but just not what they were. One time he mistook green for red and red for purple.

You unhooked the flag from your wall and held up to him, “This is the pride flag, also known as the rainbow flag, and the colors that represents those who are queer.”

He stares the flag intently and took it from your grasp. “Wow, look at all the colors. It looks like a rubric cube.”

You stifle a laugh at his comment but nod your head, “Yea I guess you are right.”

“The flag. Does it represent anything?”

“Yea it does. Red represents life, Orange is healing, Yellow is sunlight, Green is nature, Indigo is serenity, and violet is the spirit of queer people,” you explain to him and points to each color as you go down.

He listens to you intently and commits every word to memory. “The flag is beautiful and the meanings are even more so. Do you have any other flags with these amazing colors?”

His curiosity was cute and you couldn't wait to show him the different flags. You spent most of the day researching and looking up all the other pride flags for Peter to gawk at.

The harder Peter smiles, the deeper his two dimples get, and he starts talking fast. You don't think he even notices it and you can barely make out what he's saying.

"Wow, now this is a flag that you would normally see in my universe," Peter says and shows you the phone. It's a black and white striped flag.

After a while, it was safe to say that Peter had become in a way obsessed with the flags. He’s unlabeled for all intents and purposes but he has a whole closet of queer merch.

“Uh Pete, what’s all this?” you asked while you were cleaning your apartment. You found everything, was this all of the packages that kept coming to your apartment?!

There were multiple flags of varying sizes. There were pride stickers and slogans. Even clothes; shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, etc.

He comes up behind you, “Oh my pride collection,” he answers easily and walks away.

He’s pri-what?

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he grabs an apple, “But why so many?”

“Why not? It’s pretty and colorful. And the designs are amazing!” he explains to you and takes a bite of the apple. “And supporting small businesses is always a good thing too.”

With his reasonings, you couldn't argue with it. You walk over to the couch and collapse into the soft cushions, "Okay Pete, just make sure it doesn't get too cramped, okay?"

He gives you a distracted yea and you watch him marvel at the pride decorations.

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they-call-me-ricochet · 1 month ago

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OC INFO

•Basic Information•

🔴 Name - Wyatt George Barnes

🔴 Age - 16

🔴 Sexuality - Gay 🏳️‍🌈

🔴 Gender - male

🔴 Species - Mutant and Super Soldier hybrid

🔴 Nicknames - Ricochet, Wy, Psota, corcra

🔴 Reason for nicknames - Ricochet = mutant/hero name, Wy = short for Wyatt, Psota = Mischief in Polish (from his mom), corcra = purple in Irish (from his boyfriend Evan)

🔴 From a Fandom? MCU and X Men

🔴 Zodiac Sign? Scorpio

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- mousey brown

🟠Hair type and length - straight, short and spiky

🟠 Eye Colour - blue, changes to purple when using powers

🟠 Skin tone - pale, tans in sun

🟠 Face shape - oval/square?

🟠 Body type - mesomorph

🟠 Birthmarks? N/A

🟠 Scars - N/A

🟠 Predominant features? N/A

🟠 Height - 5′ 6″

🟠Dominant Hand? Right

🟠 Hair Style- spiked

🟠 Jewelry/ Accessories- a ring, doesn’t wear it often

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why- ADHD, insomnia

🟠 Allergies - No

🟠 Glasses - No

🟠 What do they wear when they are home alone? If it’s cold, hoodie and sweatpants, if it’s hot, shorts

🟠 Tattoos - none currently, maybe someday

•Mannerisms•

🟡 Speech Style - rapid

🟡Quirks - fidgets, stims

🟡 Positive Traits - caring, affectionate, loyal

🟡 Negative Traits - self doubt, rejection sensitivity

🟡 Drives/Motivation - to be remembered

🟡 Sense of Humour - sarcastic

🟡 Private or Public - depends on specifics

🟡 Leader or Follower - Leader

🟡Daredevil or Cautious - Daredevil

🟡 Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- optimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener - is a listener, but struggles due to ADHD

🟡 Accent - Brooklyn accent like his dad

🟡 Voice claims- N/A (could use Dylan Sprayberry)

🟡 Theme Song/s - Destroya - My Chemical Romance | Titanium - David Guetta

🟡 Temperament - hyperactive

🟡 Talents - lacrosse, video games, guitar

🟡Flaws - insecure, negative self talk

🟡 Loud or Quiet - can be both

🟡 Messy or organised - messy

🟡 solo or team player - team player

🟡 introvert or extrovert - extrovert

🟡 relaxed or serious - relaxed

🟡 What will always make them cry? Sad movies, people he cares about hurting

🟡 Do they celebrate their birthday? Yes

🟡 What will make them smile? Evan, without fail

•Background•

🟢 Hometown - North Salem, Westchester County New York

🟢Social Class- Working class

🟢Education - currently attends Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

🟢 First Memory - watching his older brother Leo fix things, age 3

🟢 Worst memory- seeing Evan get hurt

🟢 Most important childhood event, why?- coming out at age 14, scared of rejection

🟢 Most Influenced by? His family

🟢 Role Models? Scott Summers/Cyclops

🟢 Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- the family farmhouse outside North Salem

🟢Do they want to move and where? Maybe one day for college

🟢 Type of childhood - loving

🟢Upbringing- caring, supportive, loving

🟢 Best Qualification - none yet, wants to go to college

🟢Most important person in there life and why?- Evan Rogers-Carter, current boyfriend and first love

🟢 House environment - chaotic, warm

🟢 Childhood crush- Frank Iero

•Family•

🔵Mother - Angelina Lehnsherr-Barnes

🔵Father - James “Bucky” Barnes

🔵Siblings- Dani, Em, Leo and Novie

🔵Relationship with family? Close

🔵Any children? Do they want any? No, hasn’t even thought about it

🔵Pets- Alpine (white cat), Hedy (German Shepherd)

🔵Extended Family- Wanda Maximoff (aunt) Nina Gurzsky-Lehnsherr (aunt), Pietro Maximoff (uncle), Peter Maximoff (uncle), Pyro (uncle), Winni Barnes (grandmother), Becca Barnes (aunt)

🔵Close to family?- some of them

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?- maternal grandfather is Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣 Favourite Movie - Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi

🟣 Least Favourite Movie - Rock of Ages

🟣 Favourite Book - The Lightning Thief

🟣 Least Favourite Book - The Golden Compass

🟣 Favourite Holiday - family trip to Wakanda, age 6

🟣 Least Favourite Holiday - N/A

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Banshee

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- toilet ghosts

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation - The X Men

⚪️ Powers - can generate force fields of pure energy, can also throw energy blasts

⚪️ Powers Limitations - can only sustain for short periods, can be physically draining

⚪️ Weaknesses - the dark, underwater

⚪️ Alias - Ricochet

⚪️ How well known are they? Emerging

⚪️ Costume - purple version of the X Men costumes

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- No

⚪️Weapons- N/A

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- N/A

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- on the shorter side

⚪️Fears - rejection, abandonment, being alone

⚪️Motivations - Live up to the family legacy

⚪️Why do they do what they do? A kind soul, wants to help people

⚪️ Mental/Emotional weaknesses - self doubt, hurting the people he loves

⚪️ Rivals - N/A

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- Evan Rogers-Carter

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- not yet

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- PJO

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Yes, guilty, conflicted, unsure

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- No, and hopefully won’t

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- mutant and human peaceful coexistence, no self doubt, his loved ones safe forever

⚫️ There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?- Evan Rogers-Carter, a tarp, rope, fishing net and matches

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- “We accept the love we think we deserve” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- lacrosse gear, ring his mom gave him

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? No and no

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- rough, coarse texture

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- A day or so

⚫️ Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why? Half shut, likes a breeze

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- Loaded Fries

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- sometimes, not a big reader

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it? Oblivion!

⚫️ What song would they listen to on repeat?- Ruby Tuesday - The Rolling Stone

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- Yes

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- Yes

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- Spicy

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- Yes (not as much as Novie does)

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- Procrastinate

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower? - hot as possible

⚫️Do they daydream?- Yes, all the time

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- Messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- Yes, he’s sentimental

⚫️Do they indulge in anything? Alcohol (previously)

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?- Yes, absolutely

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why? Check it out, shield up

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?- Call parents or older siblings

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them? - seeing his family all dead and blood on his hands

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Dated his ex

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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He who Lovescraft loves loudest

AN: Here is my contribution to Stucky Halloween. I don’t really do true scary things, so I went a bit of a different route.

Big thanks go to @greekgeek24 for organising the event and making not only the cover for this fic, and for all the fics that are being entered, but also for the custom bonus image she made for me to share with you guys - you'll find it at the end.

Another big thanks goes to @zenaidamacrouras1 for beta-ing and giggling along to this silly story.

This story also fills Square O2 of my @stuckybingo card - Eldritch Horror as well as the October challenge prompt - Haunted House, and Square B3 on my @steverogersbingo card - Himbo Steve.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: There’s some scary goings-on around campus. Several students have ended up in hospital, traumatised by something they’ve seen. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat and Alpine decide to investigate. Will they discover what’s going on and more importantly, will Bucky get lucky with Steve?

Relationships: Cap Quartet friendship, Steve x Bucky, FWB Nat x Sam.

Word Count: 6k

CW: College AU (all are late teens/early 20’s), kissing, groping, suggestive language, Bucky is constantly horny, Steve is a bit of a himbo, Nat has Sam right where she wants him, Scooby-doo inspired, crack treated seriously, cartoon style slapstick, Alpine is obviously the heroine, recreational drug usage (it goes without saying that in real life you should not have your cat inside your hotbox....)

It was quiet and peaceful in the library until Sam and Nat burst in. Steve had said he wanted to study, but Bucky had managed to convince him, as easily as usual, that making out would also be a good use of their time.

Bucky was straddling his boyfriend's sinfully muscular thighs, arms wrapped around his neck, enjoying the feel of Steve’s lips against his own. Enjoying the way Steve’s tongue was snaking its way into his mouth. Enjoying the way both of their partially chubbed up cocks were pressed against each other through their layers of clothes.

It was in the back of his mind that it would probably be relatively easy to convince Steve to abandon the library altogether for the soft bench seats in the back of his van and a lot less clothing. However, that’s when the other two appeared.

Nat, making a statement with her skin tight purple jeans and matching top, threw her bag down onto the table and slumped into the nearest uncomfortable wooden chair, all the while making gagging sounds. Bucky pulled away from Steve with a sigh, sliding back onto his own chair. Steve chased his lips for a few seconds before realising why Bucky was no longer kissing the shit outta him. He blushed and immediately turned back to his books, pointlessly trying to make it look as though that was what he’d been doing all along.

“I don’t even know why you two even bother coming to the library to study,” Sam teased, smoothing out his orange turtleneck. “One of these days Mrs. Parker is gonna catch you and throw you out. That’s if she doesn’t throw you out for smuggling your cat in.”

Bucky spun his chair around, planted his feet in Nat’s lap and tilted his head back to seeSam pointing at Bucky’s backpack. As if on queue, a small, white, furry head popped out of the open zipper.

“Mrow.” Bucky reached out his hand to scritch the top of her head and she started to purr.

“Nah. Mrs P loves Alpine. Who do you think gave my princess a taste for fresh cooked chicken? And she loves me too, especially after I helped her nephew study for his mechanics exam. Doc Octavious gave Peter an A. ”

“I don’t know how you do it, man,” Sam grumbled. “You never seem to study, but still manage to ace all your classes. Meanwhile the rest of us gotta work double time. Especially Goldilocks over there.” Sam jerked his thumb and Bucky twisted in his seat. Steve had gone back to his books, but he still had a cute flush covering his neck and cheeks and his hair was adorably mussed. Bucky smiled indulgently, taking in the sight of his boyfriend in his tight navy slacks and white cotton shirt, before turning back to Sam.

“It’s not my fault I’ve got more natural talent than any of you goobers.” Nat glared at him and shoved his booted feet from her knees. “What are you two here for anyway? I thought you were going to have your own ‘study session’.” He raised his hands in air quotes and Nat’s glare got more intense. Alpine ducked her head back into the bag.

“We’re here,” she ground out, “because there’s been another attack.” Bucky looked at Nat askance and her announcement even got Steve’s attention as his head snapped up too.

“Yikes! Who was it, and when?” Steve’s shyness at being caught making out melted away, replaced with his no-nonsense ‘mother-hen’ tone. Bucky decided he loved Steve all the more for it.

Sam moved around the table and sat down on Steve’s other side. “It was Clint and Laura. They were found late last night, wandering around near the campus coffee shop.” He pulled a fold out map from his jeans pocket and spread it across the table. Steve picked up one of his pencils and, tongue poking out between his lips, drew an X on it. It was the fourth such mark on the paper.

Bucky scooched his chair closer, pushed his shaggy, shoulder-length hair out of his face, and peered over Steve’s shoulder. Nat got up from her seat and stood behind all of them, resting her hand on Bucky’s back.

“They were crying and talking nonsense when Campus security found them. They’re up at the hospital. I was gonna go up there in a bit and see if I could get anything out of them.” Her tone was laced with anger and Bucky turned his head to look at the clenched fingers of her free hand. Outside of him, Sam and Steve, Clint was one of Nat’s closest friends and she also adored his long term girlfriend Laura, having announced early on that the pair were definitely ‘endgame’.

“I can’t believe that Dean Fury isn’t doing anything about this. This is the fifth attack in just over two weeks and he’s acting like it’s nothing but Spooky Season pranks that have gotten out of hand.”

Bucky wouldn’t put it past Nat to storm into Fury’s office and refuse to leave until he took it seriously. She might not be the tallest, but she was definitely scary when she wanted to be.

“I think I see a pattern,” Sam said, cautiously. His finger tapped down on the map. “Here are the first two attacks, then the third, fourth and finally, the one last night. They’re all within half a block of the old Borson house.”

Steve’s brows drew together. “But no-one has lived there for years. As I understand it, the realtors only just got hold of his daughter to get her to agree to sell.”

“It gives me the heeby-jeebies,” said Bucky. “But maybe we should check it out this evening?”

“Got any twos?” asked Sam.

“Go fish,” Nat responded before she held out her hand for the joint Bucky was passing her. Sam grumbled and drew a card from the deck.

It was smokey and dark in the back of Bucky’s van, but that wasn’t unusual. Nor was the fact that, once again, Bucky was sitting on Steve’s lap. Now he’d passed the joint on, he could return to kissing Steve.

Steve’s lips opened under his, so Bucky let go of his mouth full of smoke, shotgunning it to his boyfriend. Steve moaned back, his hands tightening on Bucky’s waist and rocking them together.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Buck. Must be the luckiest guy in school.”

“If we were alone you could be even luckier,” Bucky mumbled into the soft skin of Steve’s neck.

“But you’re not,” drawled Nat, “so clothes stay on and flies stay zipped. That means you, Barnes. We all know who the bad influence is around here.”

“Anyway,” added Sam, “aren’t you two supposed to be keeping a lookout? Can’t do that while your lips are attached together.”

Bucky turned his head and stuck his tongue out at Sam. “You’re such a square.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and took a long pull on the joint. “I think you need to reframe your definition, man. I’m sitting in the back of a beat up van, smoking a joint, keeping an eye out for an unknown monster terrorising our campus and getting beaten at ‘Go Fish!’ of all things. Also, I’m me. As far from square as they come.”

“Don’t get cocky, Wilson.” As she spoke, Nat stretched out her foot, placing it right into Sam’s crotch. Sam squeaked. Nat smiled.

“I still don’t quite understand what we’re even looking out for,” said Steve. “What did Laura say again?”

“Not a lot,” Nat replied as she stared down at her hand of cards, still rocking her foot back and forth. “She’s obviously traumatised from whatever it was that happened. Her parents said she wasn’t really talking at all, but when I got there she just grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me really close. Then she just started muttering under her breath. The words ‘tentacles’ and ‘monster’. Then she let me go and went back to staring into space.” The others looked at her in horror, but Nat didn’t seem to notice. “Got any eights?”

Sam threw his cards down across the small table and the moment was broken. The slips of card slid across the melamine surface and Alpine, who had been lightly dozing upon it, opened her eyes and batted a few to the floor.

“Damn it, Romanoff. How the fuck do you do that?” Sam bent down with a huff to retrieve his cards, the joint wedged in the corner of his mouth.

“Observation, my dear Wilson. I can read you like a book.” As Sam sat back up, Nat plucked the joint from his lips and passed it back towards Steve and Bucky. She slipped around the table and slid onto the bench seat Sam was occupying, squishing him against the wall of the van. He grinned at her.

“And is that book the Karma Sutra?” He’d dropped his voice as low as it could go, pulling out all the stops.

“Depends how flexible you are, Sammy-boy.” Nat flicked the end of his nose and they both dissolved into giggles

Bucky, started to chuckle at their antics, when suddenly an ear-piercing scream from outside split the air.

“Jinkies!” Steve exclaimed and leapt to his feet, banging his head on the roof of the van and tumbling Bucky to the floor in the process. Both exclaimed in pain.

“Damn it, Stevie!”

“Sorry, Buck.” Steve rubbed at his head with one hand and with the other reached out to haul Bucky up from the floor. One strong jerk and Bucky was back on his feet. Bucky placed the joint in the ashtray and then rubbed at the ache in his ass. Sam and Nat were also on their feet and opening the sliding side door. Cool autumn air swirled into the space, flushing out the pungent fog they had all been cultivating.

Nat jumped down onto the asphalt, head tilted to the side as she waited to see whether any more noises would be forthcoming. She didn’t have to wait for long. A second scream met their ears and before any of the others could say anything she was off, sprinting towards whatever was happening. Sam and Steve looked at each other for a moment and then Sam sped away, hot on Nat’s heels.

“Nat! Wait!”

Bucky jumped down after him, but before he could follow suit he felt Steve’s large hands clamp down on his upper arms.

“Stay here, Bucky.”

“But Steve!” Bucky twisted in Steve’s hold to face him, confusion on his face.

“No, Bucky. I need to know you’re safe. Please. Stay here. You and Alpine. And we might need you to drive the van.” He dropped a kiss to Bucky’s forehead and then he was also running off into the streetlamp lit night.

Bucky watched him, mouth agape in stunned silence, before he stepped back and sat down on the edge of the open doorway.

“What the hell was that? Doesn’t he trust us, Al?” Bucky turned his head to look back into the van. Alpine was no longer sitting on the small table. “Al?” He stood up and then climbed into the van. “Alpine? Where are you, princess?” Bucky opened his backpack zipper wider, wondering whether his stalwart feline had decided to curl up in there for a snooze. No such luck.

Bucky planted his hands on his hips and let out a sigh. His girl was always trying to roam somewhere. He re-exited the van and strode over to bushes on the opposite side of the road.

“Alpine… Princess… Where are you sweetheart?” He ducked down but couldn’t see her. “Here, Alpine! Pss-pss-pss… I’ve got some chicken for you…” Bucky walked a little further down the sidewalk. She had to be around here somewhere. Just then, he caught movement in his peripheral vision; a dart of white disappearing between two fence planks.

“Ah-ha!” Bucky jogged off in pursuit. “You won’t get away from me.” He clambered over the short fence and followed the small blur of white into the shrubs. Branches snagged at his hair and his olive green t-shirt and he wished he’d worn a jacket now - it was a lot colder out here than he’d first thought and it would have protected his arms from getting scraped. The greenery thickened, forcing Bucky down onto his hands and knees. He shuffled forward and stuck his head and shoulders into a gap under one of the bushes. Alpine was sitting under it, swishing her tail angrily.

“There you are, Princess. Come on. Out you come. We need to get back to the van.” Carefully he reached out, but Alpine let out an uncharacteristic growl as he did. “Hey! What’s gotten into you?” She growled again, the hair on her back standing up on end. As Bucky looked at her in the gloom, he realised something. She wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at something behind him.

Bucky felt a chill go through him, and realised that the ground around him was taking on a green glow. He looked at Alpine, her fur also taking on the eerie hue.

“I don’t suppose that’s Sam, trying to scare the jeepers out of me?”

Alpine continued to growl.

“Didn’t think so…”

Bucky took a deep breath and then backed up quickly, intending to surprise whoever it was behind him with his speed. However, the weed from earlier had made him a little light-headed and as he stood up and spun around, the world spun with him. Something strange - green and non-human looking - started to coalesce in front of his eyes. It opened its mouth and let out an inhuman noise as something else wrapped around his arms. Bucky stepped back in alarm and caught his heel on a tree root. As he lost his balance the creature lost its grip on his arms, but that meant there was nothing to stop Bucky as he pitched backwards. Pain flared from the back of his skull as it connected with the ground. The green, monstrous figure loomed over him, getting closer, but the world continued to spin, before it all went black.

Bucky was shaking.

No. He was being shaken.

“Bucky. Baby. Please. Wake up. I need you to wake up.”

Bucky groaned. His head hurt so much and Steve’s voice was so loud.

“For god’s sake, Steve. Let him breathe.” That was Nat. Bucky groaned again and tried to open his eyes.

“M’okay, Steve,” he croaked out. “What happened? Where am I?”

He sat up, clinging onto Steve and finally managed to open his eyes. He was in the back of his van. Hazy memories flooded back in.

“Alpine! Where is she?” Bucky whipped his head around looking for his beloved pet, but he just went dizzy again and had to cling to Steve harder.

“She’s here, man.” Sam knelt down beside him, a struggling bundle of white fluff in his arms. He opened them and Alpine jumped down onto Bucky’s lap, rubbing her head against his middle and purring. “We came back to the van after finding out that the screaming was Hope Van Dyne - Scott had jumped out on her to give her a scare. It apparently worked too well, although Scott is now sporting a black eye. But when we got back you weren’t here and the door was open. Steve was starting to have a nervous breakdown when Al came running out from the trees, meowing her head off.”

Bucky felt Steve slide to sit down behind him and pull Bucky’s slimmer frame against his broad chest. Bucky allowed himself to be pulled into the hug and Sam continued.

“As soon as Steve got close to her she turned tail and ran off again, but stopped every few yards and looked behind her. She was seeing if we were following. What on earth were you doing in the yard of the Borson house?”

Bucky inhaled deeply, letting the smell of Steve’s cheap, but familiar, cologne sooth him. “It was Alpine. She ran in there first and I followed. I didn’t realise it was the Borson yard. I was concentrating too much on getting my princess back.”

Nat sat down cross-legged next to him, eyes roving over his face as if she were a nurse checking for signs of concussion. Knowing Nat, that’s probably what she was actually doing. “We found you unconscious and Steve carried you back here. What happened?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the details. “There was some kind weird person - creature - and it grabbed me, and made this horrible squealing sound. It was green. But I slipped and fell. Banged my head. I didn’t even see it that clearly.”

Sam let out a whistle. “Jeepers! I know you were baked, but what in the HP Lovecraft did you see?”

“I really don’t know, but I want to go home.”

Bucky was still nursing a headache the next day, which sucked for two reasons. Firstly, it was Halloween, and he, Steve, Nat and Sam were supposed to be going to a party tonight and currently he wasn’t feeling it. Secondly, it was making it harder than normal to pay attention in Professor Zemo’s History of Conflict in Europe class. He just wanted to go to sleep, preferably with his head resting on Steve’s stomach as his blonde boyfriend combed his fingers through his hair.

“Are you with us, Mr Barnes?” Sam jabbed him in the ribs and Bucky lifted his head to find that the Professor's accented voice was aimed solely at him. He realised he must have been staring off into space.

“Sorry, Professor. I didn’t sleep very well last night.” Bucky mumbled his apology into his chest. Professor Zemo sighed and briefly pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr Barnes, please don’t make your nocturnal habits anyone else’s problem except your own. You can waste your own time if you want, but you will not waste mine. If you can’t give my class the proper attention then please avail yourself of the door.”

Bucky squirmed in his seat from embarrassment, aware of the heat in his cheeks that was probably turning his face bright pink. “I… umm…”

“Don’t be so hard on him, Prof. It wasn’t his fault. He got attacked by the monster last night.” Sam’s voice cut across the awkward tension in the air and Bucky didn’t know whether to hug him or hit him. However, his announcement had the effect of distracting everyone in the lecture hall. Or rather now focusing them on Bucky for something other than being chewed out by Professor Zemo.

“You saw it?” Maria turned around in her seat in front of Bucky, eyes wide with intrigue. “What was it like?”

“And why aren’t you in the hospital like the others?” Carol, in the row behind leant forward.

“Well… I…” Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to formulate an answer that wouldn’t make him look like an idiot. Fortunately he was saved from answering by the Professor trying to get his classroom back in order.

“Settle down, everyone. There is no monster. It’s all just pranks by your immature peers, I’m sure. The only real damage is going to be to the property prices. Who’s going to want to live near such a rambunctious group? I sincerely hope that whoever is behind it stops soon. It’s bringing down the reputation of our centre of learning. But anyway, enough of this distraction. Are you staying or going, Mr Barnes?”

Still awash with embarrassment, Bucky mumbled “Staying, Sir,” under his breath, but it seemed to placate the Professor.

“Alright then. Where were we? Ah, yes… the Peninsular War…”

“Are you sure I look alright, Buck?” Steve’s voice was laced with trepidation, but Bucky was having difficulty concentrating. He knew that Steve’s costume was going to be a vampire one - he was a werewolf to go with him - but Bucky hadn’t quite realised how revealing Steve’s outfit was going to be…

The main part of it was a red singlet which made Steve look as though he was about to start wrestling. Bucky thought that he might enjoy wrestling with Steve. Under the singlet was a shirt. Sort of. It was sheer. It had a built in cravat at the net and had multiple folds of fabric around the wrists. However, it stopped just above Steve’s glorious tits. To finish it off, there was a short black cape with a red ‘pop-up’ collar. On his feet Steve wore his shiny black dress shoes, his black socks pulled part way up his calves. It was definitely ‘a look’.

Not that Bucky’s outfit was much more dignified - a furry hooded cape with ears that just about covered his nipples, some kind of cross between grey sweatpants and yoga pants with a fuzzy tail, and a pair of furry gloves with claws. He’d just put his battered combat boots on to walk around. And right now he was walking closer to Steve.

He pressed his chest up against his boyfriend’s, wrapping his arms around Steve’s slim waist. He smiled to himself as he saw Steve’s eyes flutter shut as the fur of Bucky’s cape rubbed over his exposed nipples.

“You look so good, Steve, it makes me want to howl. Ow-ow-woo!” Bucky threw his head back and leaned into the bit.

“Buck….” Steve hissed between his teeth, his neck turning a very un-vampire like shade of pink.

“What? The only other person here is your mom and she knows how I feel about you. She’s rolled her eyes at me enough. But I promise to behave myself while we’re out. Or at least I promise to try. And you can’t blame me, baby. You’re so god-damn sexy.”

Steve seemed to have got over Bucky’s over the top reaction and looped his own arms around Bucky’s neck. “Right back at you, Buck. I can’t promise not to bite your neck.” Bucky snorted at Steve’s silly vampire accent but leaned in for a kiss. It started innocently enough, but as was normal for the two of them, hormones raging, it wasn’t long until Bucky was lying on his back on Steve’s bed, being pinned down in a way he couldn’t complain about. However, before things could move from PG-13 to Rated R, they became aware that there was a knocking on the front door downstairs.

As they listened to the dulcet tones of Sarah Rogers letting the visitors in, the two reluctantly drew apart and willed their erections to go down. There was one thing when your boyfriend’s mom knew what you were getting up to, but for her to see the evidence of it was another thing altogether.

Costumes sufficiently smoothed out, the two descended the stairs to find Sarah chatting to Sam and Nat in the hallway. The three looked up. Sarah Rogers let a small smile play over her lips as she took in the costumes of her son and his best-friend-turned-boyfriend. Nat and Sam grinned.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Slutty monsters of the night?” Sam drawled.

“Can it, Mr ‘Nat and I aren’t wearing a couples costume’. You’re Batman and Catwoman for fuck’s sake.”

Nat rolled her eyes behind her mask. “Yeah, and Batman and Catwoman aren’t a couple.”

“They are friends with benefits though,” smirked Steve. “So I suppose it tracks. I don’t know why you two don’t make it official.”

“Why spoil a good thing, Rogers? Natty and I both know where we stand, don’t we, kitten?” Sam turned his head and flashed Nat his signature gap-toothed smile. Nat extended a gloved hand toward him, fingers curled like claws.

“Me-ow! Now, let’s get going, boys! Halloween parties wait for no creatures.”

The four of them all hugged Sarah Rogers goodbye, and Bucky carefully picked up his backpack from her sofa, a sleeping Alpine still inside. Sarah had said that he could leave the cat with her, but Bucky had decided to bring his faithful feline with him and let her chill out in the van while the party was in full swing at Scott’s house.

He pulled himself up into the driver's seat, placing his backpack down next to him and tucking his tail to the side. Steve slid in on the other side and reached across to squeeze his thigh. Sam opened the side door and helped Nat hop up, even though she was capable of getting in on her own. When the door slammed shut again, Bucky turned the ignition and they were off.

Steve fiddled with the radio, turning on a local station playing a medley of Halloween hits. Thriller was currently playing. Bucky hummed along while he drove, drumming on the steering wheel while Sam sang along, slightly off pitch, in the back.

It was one of those ‘blink and you’d miss it’ moments. One moment they were driving along a fairly empty street, towards campus, the next the headlamps lit up a strange green form in front of them. Bucky slammed on the brakes. Steve reacted quickly, grabbing Bucky’s backpack and stopping it, and Alpine, sliding off onto the floor. In the back, Sam and Nat let out cries of displeasure as they were shaken about.

“What the hell, Barnes!”

Bucky twisted in his seat to meet Sam’s outraged gaze.

“Did you see that? Did you see it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He put the car back in drive and pulled over to the side of the road and leapt out. He was looking around frantically as the others climbed out of the van. Steve reached into the backpack and placed Alpine on the ground and she wound around Bucky’s legs, sensing his discomfort. Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I saw something green, Buck. But I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Bucky spun to face him. “It was him, Steve. The monster.”

Sam and Nat came to stand next to them.

“Are you sure, Bucky?” There was a gentle questioning note in Nat’s voice.

“Absolutely, Nat. I’m certain.”

“Well,” said Sam, rolling his shoulders and puffing out his bat symbol covered chest, “He can’t have gone far.”

Down on the ground Alpine started to paw at Bucky’s leg. “Mwerp.”

They all looked down at her. She cocked her head, turned around and trotted off.

“She’s doing it again,” said Nat. “She wants us to follow her.”

The four of them scrambled, Bucky only just remembering to lock the van, and they all jogged off after Alpine. She ducked down and squeezed under a gap in a fence and her faithful humans skidded to a stop.

“It’s the old Borson house again,” stated Steve. “Something very fishy is going on. Let’s go.” He started to climb over the fence, but stopped part way when he realised the others were looking at him. “What?”

“Seriously, man?” Sam raised an eyebrow. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then Sam shook his head in resignation. “Okay. Let’s go.” He followed Steve over the fence and held his hand out to Nat. She gave him a look and practically vaulted over, landing crouched, one hand on the floor between her bent knees. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Such a poser.”

“You’re just jealous that you can’t do it,” Nat retorted.

Bucky snorted, but clambered over the wooden panel in a more sedate manner. He didn’t trust himself not to fall flat on his face. Nat smirked at him.

With them now all standing in the yard, the very place that Bucky had been the night before, Alpine trotted back over, chirped at them and swished her tail.

“Okay,” said Steve, back in full-blown ‘large and in charge’ mode, which made Bucky’s heart pound loudly in his chest. “Let’s split up. Sam, Nat. You check the yard. Me, Buck and Alpine will go inside. Whoever finishes first joins up with the others. Let’s put an end to whatever this is.” They all nodded their agreement and Sam and Nat snuck off into the trees, black costumes helping them blend right into the shadows.

Bucky turned to Steve and took his hand with a smile. “Do you think you’ll need an invitation to step over the threshold?”

“Ha ha, Buck. Come on.”

The front steps creaked ominously as they walked up them. Bucky clung to Steve’s back, now starting to feel a little creeped out.The only thing stopping him from going into full blown panic was wondering how Steve could be so calm and collected while his nipples were exposed and currently pointy enough to cut glass. “What do you think we’ll find in there, Steve?” Bucky asked. “A monster?”

“Pphht. It can’t be that scary.” Steve pushed open the front door, and they walked into the gloomy interior.

Something brushed up against Bucky’s leg and he let out a shriek that he quickly muffled with his hands. Looking down he saw Alpine’s reflective eyes looking back at him. Letting out a sigh of relief, Bucky bent down and picked her up. She wiggled out of his arms and settled on his fur-cape covered shoulder.

“You wanna be close too, princess? I don’t blame you.”

He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, sweeping it back and forth across the floor and walls. The house was still furnished, with thick layers of dust covering every flat surface. When old man Borson had died neither his daughter or two sons had really wanted anything to do with him or his things. It was sad, really.

Suddenly a noise ripped through the air, something akin to a hiss crossed with a scream. The two young men came to a halt.

“What on earth?” Bucky felt Steve’s voice rumble in his chest as he buried his head into Steve’s back.

“I don’t like this, Steve.” He remembered the fear and disorientation that he’d felt last night and tried to repress a full body shudder.

The noise sounded again and they turned their heads towards the stairwell. The sound was coming from above them. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom, a green glow could clearly be seen. Bucky gulped.

“We’re gonna go up there, aren’t we?”

“We gotta, Buck. We gotta do this for Clint and Laura, and the others who were hurt before them.”

Bucky nodded against Steve’s back. He could do this.

Slowly they walked towards the stairs, making their way up, one step at a time. The unnatural glowing got more intense and while there were no more screams, the ominous hissing got louder and louder. They crept, one foot after the other, closer and closer towards the partially open door at the end of the corridor, Bucky’s fingers curled around Steve’s red, spandex singlet. Steve stopped, one hand raised a hair’s-breadth from the old, scarred wood and looked at Bucky. His eyes looked strange under the eerie glow, but he looked so sure, so brave that Bucky knew he’d follow Steve anywhere, even if he did currently look like a cross between Bela Lugosi and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart. Bucky gave him a small nod, and Steve pushed the door.

The creature stood there, illuminated by its sickly green glow. Its face had two dark eyes, but where its mouth was, it seemed as though it had half-swallowed some kind of squid. Tentacles curled down around its chin, glistening with slime. It had two long arms, ending with three fingers and claws, which it raised menacingly at the two young men.

Bucky and Steve lept in the air as it screamed, that ear-piercing sound combined with a hiss. They screamed in return, filled with terror and Alpine leapt down from Bucky’s shoulder, hair on end, hissing and spitting. They all turned tail and ran. Alpine was in front, her four legs carrying her faster and far more elegantly than either Steve or Bucky. Next was Steve, barrelling forward, clasping Bucky’s smaller hand in his, practically dragging him along behind. Bucky stumbled, bringing up the rear. He kept turning his head, shrieking incoherently as he realised the monster was right behind them.

They thundered down the stairs, across the entrance hallway and out of the front door, Steve almost ripping it from the hinges as he pulled it open.

“Nat! Sam!” Steve shouted out for their friends as he dragged Bucky across the lawn.

“Here!” They heard Nat shout and turned to see her standing by the trees at the bottom of the yard - the place where they’d found Bucky yesterday. She waved them towards her. “This way!”

They turned toward her and carried on running. “He’s still coming,” Bucky wailed. What he wouldn’t give to be an actual werewolf right now. He could rip out its throat or something. They stumbled into the shrubbery, Nat having melted back into the darkness. Why did she want them to go this way? Surely it would have just been better to escape by running out the front gate and heading back to the van?

They ran between two trees, and as they did so, they heard Sam shout out.

“Now!”

Instinctually, Bucky and Steve came to a halt and turned around. The monster was bearing down on them, getting closer, when suddenly it tripped on something and crashed to the ground. Immediately, Nat launched herself from the shadows and landed on the creature’s back. She jerked his arms up and cuffed them together. At the same time Alpine leapt down from a tree, landing on the creature's head. She dug her claws into its skull and it let out an all too human type of noise.

“What the heck?” Bucky was dumbfounded. What just happened? Where had Nat found handcuffs? Why wasn’t she scared? She stood up, brushing loose dirt from her pleather outfit and sauntered over to Bucky.

“We used a tripwire from Sam’s utility belt. The handcuffs are also part of Sam’s costume and I wasn’t scared because of what he and I found in the shed before you two wusses came shooting out of the house.” She patted Bucky’s cheek and he wondered if she’d read his mind or whether he’d actually spoken out loud.

Steve, choosing to ignore Nat’s teasing comment, looked down at the struggling creature in the dirt. “What did you find?”

Sam placed a booted foot in the small of the creature’s back, pinning it to the floor and trained his phone flashlight on it. “We found costume making supplies. And glow sticks. Lots and lots of green glow sticks.”

“Plus instructions on how to make a small speaker. Cos-play stuff really,” Nat chimed in, adding her flashlight to the mix.

“But that means…” Bucky’s jaw dropped and he strode over to their struggling captive, dropping into a crouch. “This isn’t a monster at all. It’s someone dressed up and trying to scare everyone. Just like the Dean and Professor Zemo said. But who?”

Sam helped him to manhandle the creature into a sitting position, and now he was up close, seeing it lit up and having his hands on it, Bucky could clearly see the rubber and foam, the stitch marks and the little channels that had been made in the outside to house the multitude of glowsticks. Alpine came and sat down next to him, licking at a paw nonchalantly.

“Right - let’s see who you are.” Bucky grabbed hold of the monster’s head, soft and squishy rubber under his hand, and pulled to reveal…

“Professor Zemo!” The four of them exclaimed in shock.

The professor’s dark hair was plastered over his forehead, and in the torchlight his brown eyes gleamed with frustration.

“Yes, it’s me.” His lip turned up in a snarl and if he weren’t handcuffed, Bucky would have been reluctant to be this close to him.

“But why? What on earth do you get from scaring college students?”

“While I did enjoy a little of the karma from scaring some of your peers witless, it was more that I needed the house prices to come down. I wanted to buy the Borson house, but do you know how little a college professor makes? It was starting to work, too. The price had already been slashed once. I’d have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for you pesky kids.”

They all looked at him, dumbfounded, until Steve spoke up.

“Respectfully, Sir, that is really fucked up. Buck, sweetheart, can you call the police?”

“You kiss your momma with that mouth, Stevie?” Bucky sniggered, taken aback by Steve’s uncharacteristic swearing.

“No, but I’ll kiss my boyfriend with it.”

And he did. Just a vampire kissing his werewolf boyfriend in a dark, haunted stand of trees.

Sam made gagging sounds.

Nat called the cops.

Alpine purred.

The end.

Bonus: - They finally get to the party and have a fabulous time.

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