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#yeah it sure did pete#another one for the âimpulsive adhd peter parkerâ board#ppssm 28#peter parker#adhd peter parker#spider-man#spiderposting
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#fobedit#fall out boy#peterick#pete wentz#patrick stump#fob#anni edits#very sure someone has gifed this before but. watched this 2004 interview#and it's so darn cute#pete is so endearing here lol#love how he was right. he really did never have another creative relationship like this. he knew!!#also sure pete whatever equivocate and qualify away. you're still adorable ;-;#love patrick joining in to be like 'yeah he takes good care of me :3' lmao#anyway they've always been like this i'm afraid#also important to add that this was like. unprompted lol. nobody asked pete. he just had to tell us this
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#omg yeah Blake's absolutely right!#this meme is so shitty I'm sorry#(actually I'm not)#wouldn't be surprised if he did in fact have a picture of Ice in his wallet#Fun fact: I edited Iceman's name so often that it didn't look right anymore and I thought I had misspelled it#had to google it to make sure I wrote it correctly#tom iceman kazansky#top gun maverick#maverick x iceman#icemav#iceman x maverick#pete maverick mitchell
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Pete didn't realize he was holding his breath until Vegas slightly moved in front of him. He was too focused on what was in Vegas' hands, stretched in his direction for Pete to apparently take.
A gift, Vegas called it. Pete couldn't understand.
"Vegas. What are those?"
It was a stupid question to ask, but Pete couldn't help it.
Vegas' grip tightened around the bouquet. "Isn't it obvious? Flowers," he replied hastily, the pitch of his voice higher than normal. "Do you not like them?"
He was nervous. On edge. It explained some things, but not everything. Pete had to know. He had to figure out what was going on.
"Did something happen at the compound?"
Vegas had been at a meeting with Porsche all evening. He had seemed fine upon returning home, but then he suddenly interrupted Pete who had been washing the dishes and pulled out a bouquet of yellow roses from his backpack and he offered them to him with a warm smile on his face, somehow expecting Pete to not grow suspicious of the gesture.
"Why do you think something happened at the compound?" Vegas asked and his tone of voice made Pete finally raise his head to look at him.
Vegas looked hurt. His eyes were glassy, his breathing uneven. He was going to cry soon if this conversation continued. Pete didn't want that.
"I... just... Vegas, we can go to our bedroom if you want-"
"Fuck, Pete, it's not about that," Vegas groaned and threw the bouquet on the dinner table. He ruffled his hair harshly and muttered something Pete didn't hear. Probably calling himself a failure, as always.
"Has nobody ever given you a present before?" he shouted two seconds later, returning his attention to Pete, who could feel his eyebrows furrowing as he was staring back at him.
All Pete could do at the moment was utter the first thing that came to his mind.
"No? Why would they need to?"
Seeing the change in Vegas' demeanor made Pete come to a second realization then; that was the wrong answer to give.
#ok so a couple of points here#1. I don't remember if it was yellow roses that Vegas gave to Porsche in the extra story but we'll pretend it was#I won't have only BOC give me parallels between Porsche and Pete in regards to Vegas ok? I'll create my own too#2. I'm sure Pete has received gifts in his life - his grandma is right there to give him all the love nobody else did#but we'll suspend our disbelief here a little bit for this to become a little more tragic thank you#I just had an amazing discussion this morning about this topic and I wanted to explore it#Did I do a good job? eeeeeehhh#but yeah anyway good job Pete dear 10/10#(Also this scenario can fit into the instances that Pete is the one who hurts Vegas emotionally and not the other way around)#(It can happen people!! Outside of sex too!!)#(And I'll be here to scream about it thank you)#vegaspete#yu is writing#I managed to write words 𼚠Someone be proud of me hahahah
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đ˛đ˛ send me sth if you want! đ˘â¤ď¸
#pete blabs#um i had been interested in making one of these for a while but i was never sure if i did would i want to post what i got or#just keep it for myself#cause i kinda felt like giving no reaction to it would be unfair to the sender but i mean its literally a SECRET drawing box yknow#idk im still not sure. just sth to keep in mind in case you do end up sending something#YEAH I KNOW IM PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE WHO OVERTHINKS ABOUT THIS. ITS JUST A SILLY DRAWING BOX ITS FINE AGDHFK
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random off my chest
#tw // eating disorder#its kinda weird and embarrassing to admit pete was a big contributor in my ed relapse when i was 19#i consider that time in my life the height of my 'pw induced female hysteria'#and stumbling on different magazine clippings and interviews where he would say fatphobic thinga#and ofc the holy text of chris saying pete would make fun of fat fans#i became totally paranoid at my next show or if i ran into him somewhere (i had constant fantasies and nightmares about this)#thatd hed make fun of me for being fat#i also had a weird relationship with that cuz i also enjoyed the idea of him being disgusted with me...i was a weird girl#to this day as ive been about half a year into recovery- that when i see these things hes said again i go all heart eyed instead#its just a weird place i allowed myself to fall into#i know a few other fans who felt this way and im sure its not uncommon in the wide celebrity worship world#and i wouldnt blame him ever honestly like yeah he said those messed up things but i took it to heart and ran away with it#but when i go back and look at it i do let myself wallow a lil bit and wonder what if he just . never said those things...#how different would i be#this is now unrelated to that point so u can stop reading here but#its also weird to be in recovery only because u reached ur goal#i feel like im in a weird inbetween place of not deserving to get better because i succeeded#u know everyone says i just need to reach my goal and then ill stop/then ill get better ...and thats what i did. and it feels#like im stuck in purgatory#idk . its just weird
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A Date (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Pt 3)
Thank you so much for all your kind words, likes and reblogs on my last two posts! You guys are keeping me so entertained with the comments!
Ugh I rewrote this like 3 times :( I just couldn't get it right and I'm still not sure how I feel about it OH WELL
Benny x Bunny Masterlist
Word Count- 2.2K
Summary- You were sure you'd never see Benny Cross again. . . you were wrong.
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âBennyâs been asking for ya.â
Your heart skipped a beat and you nearly dropped the receiver into the bowl of cake batter. Kathyâs statement came out of left field, the two of you having been discussing the latest news on the block â what kind of lipstick Sheryl Dickie uses that somehow always lasts an entire night of bar hopping. âWhat?â
âYeah, says heâs real desperate to ask you somethinâ,â Kathyâs tone was flippant, but youâve known her long enough to hear the excitement sheâs hiding in her voice.
âWhat could he possibly have to talk to me about?â You asked as you set the whisk down and moved around the kitchen counter to peak down the hallway towards the living room where you knew your father sat in his large recliner, watching a rerun of Bonanza.Â
âI dunno, maybe you should come to another meetinâ so you can find out.â
âNo, Iâm not going to anymore of those.â you declared firmly, yanking the cord so that the phone was up to your other ear. âI donât know how you can stand being around those guys.â
Kathy laughed, the static spiking. âCâmon, theyâre fun, and you know it. Did you tell your parents how you got to ride on the back of a Vandalâs bike, and not just any Vandal!â
âNo!â you squeaked. âAnd theyâre never going to know. It was a one-time thing.â
âIt doesnât have to be. Theyâre having another meetinâ tonight. Iâm sure Benny could pick you upââ
âWell, I canât tonight,â you cut her off. âI have plans.â
âWhat plans?â
âMy date.â
âDate?â Kathy asked, voice lowering dubiously. âWith who?â
âPete,â you said quietly.Â
âWho?â she asked again.
You sighed. âPete? The guy from Mamaâs church?âÂ
Pete was introduced to you last week by your mother who was introduced to him by his mother. It was a train of people who wanted to matchmake, to see young love blossom before their eyes, even if it was forced. Pete was nice enough and he had kind eyes that sat behind wide-rimmed glasses. Youâd been on one other date with him. He was an engineering student in his first year and he talked a lot about his school. He liked school. And he liked to golf nearly every weekend (his family belonged to the country club on the upper side of town). And mostly â he talked a lot about himself. He seemed to really like himself too.
âOh, okay.â Kathy sounded unimpressed.
âMy family really likes him. My dad likes him.â
âYeah?âÂ
At her unenthusiastic response, you added quickly, âAnd Iâm excited!â
âIs that why youâre stress-baking?â Kathy inquired as if she could sense it.
You glance down at the bowl of cake batter. No, it wasnât, actually. You werenât nervous to go on your second date with Pete; he didnât make her nervous, didnât fill your belly with those pesky butterflies. Pete was . . . just Pete. No, you were stress-baking because of a certain blonde Bikerider whose ocean blue eyes wouldnât leave your thoughts all night. You were up, tossing and turning, replaying every moment with him like a broken record. It was one ride, the logical side of your mind had to say, and youâll never see him again. You allowed yourself the rest of the night to think about him, and then you wouldnât set aside any more time.Â
In theory, it was a nice strategy. But when you woke up today, your thoughts were absolutely clouded with him and his incredibly direct eye-contact and his deeply rich voice and his hand touching your thigh and his lips encasing the cigaretteâ
You were doing it again! It had been one ride! One ride and a few hours. One ride where your arms wrapped so tightly to his solid form. One ride where he showed you places youâd never seen before, from a point of view youâd never been before. One ride where you felt as though you were seeing the world in a whole new light. One ride that you couldnât get out of your head.
âYes, because of Pete,â you replied evenly. âAnd Iâm going to have a good time with him tonight.â
Thereâs a smile in her voice when she says, âOkay, sure. Say, what restaurant did ya say he was takinâ you?â
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Thanking the driver, you stepped out of the cab, your heels connecting softly with the concrete of the sidewalk. Taking a moment to smooth any wrinkles on your pink dress, your gaze fluttered across the street to the restaurant Pete told you to meet him at.Â
Ricardoâs was one of the most expensive restaurants in town, somewhere you never found yourself frequenting, but Pete absolutely gushed about their food. Coming from old money, Pete had no hesitation picking here for your second date. Peteâs family was well off, thatâs what your mother liked to point out. He was a good boy with good money. He would provide for you, buy you a nice house with a picket fence in the front yard. A safe bet for the same routine life that nearly all the women of your family had spanning back several generations.
You made your way across the street, eyes taking in the lineup of expensive cars parked out front: Mercedes, Rolls Royce, Cadillac . . . Harley-Davidson motorcycle. You did a double-take at the shiny metal glinting underneath the streetlamp, eyes traveling upwards to the figure leaning casually against it. He was looking at the restaurant, head turned to give a generous view of his profile, and he hadnât noticed you yet. For a split second, you considered taking advantage of that and booking it into the front door before he had a chance to stop you. But some deeply intrinsic part of you yearned to memorize every detail of him and you simply couldnât look away. As a moth drawn to flame, you were drawn to him, to the golden streaks of his hair, down to the strong slope of his nose, the curve where his top lip sat so perfectly against the bottom â even with the cigarette tucked between. He wore long sleeves under his club jacket and the same distressed jeans from your last encounter. Half shrouded in the darkness of night, with the orange glow of the streetlight nearest to him, he looked like a beacon of mystery. Abandoning your previous course, you turned and approached him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked once you were close enough for him to hear you.Â
Benny turned and a smile broke out over his features, eyes sweeping down your figure. âDo you dress like that all the time or only when youâre gonna see me?â He asked, nodding to your dress and heels.Â
You stopped about 6 feet away from him (a reasonable distance), hopping up onto the sidewalk. âI didnât expect to see you here.âÂ
âWhat a chance encounter,â he proclaimed with a secretive wink that sent your stomach on a roller coaster ride.Â
âChance encounter, or Kathyâs loose lips?â you quipped and he rubbed a hand over his mouth to keep from smiling, fingers grazing through the blonde, recently-trimmed facial hair. Â
âWhy are you here?â You asked again, this time a touch quieter. Â
âWell, I have a coupon,â he replied simply.
You couldnât stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your brows raising incredulously. âA coupon? To Ricardoâs?â
âMm-hm,â he nodded, straight-faced.
You rolled your eyes at his antics. He had a coupon, your ass. A well-dressed elderly couple walked past you both on the sidewalk, each shooting a look of disapproval toward the dirty young man leaning against his death machine. Benny seemed not to notice them, his gaze still on you.Â
âWhy are you here?â he questioned.
âIâI have a date,â you replied and desperately tried to ignore the heat rising to your face at the admission. âBut something tells me you already know that.â
âHmm,â he hummed, looking down to the ground for all of five seconds before his gaze flashed back up to you. âWanna go for a ride, Little Bunny?â
âWhat? No.â You narrowed your eyes at him.
âWhy not?â
âWell, I just told you I'm here for a date,â you replied with a tilt of your head.Â
Benny shrugged. âSo?â
You shook your head but he continued, âWhy are you wastinâ your time with dates when weâre gonna be married anyway?â
Your mouth fell open in surprise. The nerve on this guy! Part of you was surprised that he still had it in his head of marrying you. You thought maybe he had a few too many beers last night or was just smooth-talking you so that youâd let him sleep with you. But here he was, showing up on the sidewalk, giving you those puppy eyes. Youâd already denied him once. Could he not take a hint?
âI donât recall you ever asking.â you pointed out, feeling emboldened by his casual attitude.Â
He perked up at that, tossing the remainder of his cigarette to the ground. âYou want me to ask?â
You fought to remain neutral-faced at his playfulness. âNo, thank you. Now, if youâll excuse me . . . I have a date.â One that you were excited about before you caught sight of Benny and your train of thoughts completely derailed.
Benny held his hands up in a conciliatory way and you turned on your heel, leaving him out on the streets as you made your way inside.
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The clock on the far wall seemed to be mocking you, minutes ticking by mercilessly. You resisted looking at it, instead planting your chin in the palm of your hand as you watched the door, waiting for Peteâs familiar face to appear. It had been over an hour. He was over an hour late for your date.Â
Each time the waitress returned to fill your glass of water, you told yourself a new lie. He was just stuck at work, heâll be here soon. He was running behind getting ready, heâll be here soon. There must have been an emergency, heâll be here soon. He wouldnât stand you up, heâll be here soon.Â
But as the seconds passed, you sunk further and further into your seat, humiliation forming a ball in your stomach. Surely, he had gotten his days mixed up? He really seemed to enjoy your first date, so why was he nowhere to be seen. Every time someone walked through the front door, the little bell chiming above, you glanced up, certain it would be him. But it never was. At first, you were angry. How could he have the audacity to leave you hanging without so much as calling you before he left if he knew he wouldnât be able to make it. Then a bitter thought came to mind: what if he stood you up because he didnât want to go out with you again. What if you weren't good enough for him. You had spent your whole life on the never ending hamster wheel of trying to be good enough for everyone else. Was your hard work even noticed?
Recognizing the sting of unshed tears, you looked down at the napkin folded neatly in your lap, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get control of yourself. The bell chimed over the front door, but you couldnât bring yourself to look over at it, not wanting to feel the crushing disappointment of another wealthy customer walking inside and not your date.Â
Then a flash of dark clothing popped across from you and you looked up just as Benny Cross slid into the empty seat. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He leaned forward, elbows of his leather jacket propped over the tablecloth.
âPete not show?â he asked, expression solemn.Â
Your ears burned and you shook your head. Too preoccupied by your embarrassment, it didnât even occur to you that you had never told him Peteâs name.Â
He frowned and he genuinely appeared upset. Unable to maintain his direct gaze, you glanced away and caught the eyes of everyone else in the restaurant staring wide-eyed at the two of you. You realized that it was Benny who they were gawking at. And you didnât seem to notice until now that he looked totally out of place with his worn clothes and dirty hands. As if sensing their not-so-subtle staring, Benny turned and looked about the room.
âWhatâs with all the stiff shirts in here?â he asked, sending you a conspiratorial glance. âI think they might be intimidated by you.â
âMe?â You furrowed your brow. It definitely wasnât you they were looking at. In fact, the only person who was staring at you was Benny.Â
âYeah, I bet theyâve never seen anyone as pretty as you. Most people havenât and they don't know how to act when they do.â He grinned and you had to look down at your lap as heat rose to your face. Â
âI guess Pete wouldnât agree,â you muttered quietly, feeling the anger in your heart fizzle out to meer disappointment.Â
âFuck Pete,â Benny said passionately, causing an elderly woman behind you to gasp and you giggled, shocked at his language. Benny was bad, he was trouble . . . but he was also fun, and you couldnât hide your eagerness as he leaned his arms across the table, moving closer to address you privately.Â
âYou wanna get out of here, Bunny?â His question sent a gust of anticipation through your veins.Â
âYeah,â you admitted, smiling shyly.Â
He stood quickly and you followed in suit. Then he did something that caused a wave of butterflies to roll through your stomach; he reached out and clasped his hand with you, interlocking fingers tightly. You grinned, excitement making you feel light and airy as he pulled you through the restaurant, past all the staring faces and harsh whispers and out the door into the night which felt alive with a whole new feeling of possibilities.Â
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Okay after many many thoughts I think I've got it!
Barty showing up to the gryffindor quidditch after party (cause James and Sirius are great players and know what they're doing) bloody and bruised cause he overheard some butthurt slytherins talking shit about James and their girl. And he wasn't gonna let that slide.
I'm not sure if it's clear, but this is in regards to the darksun x reader were talking about yesterday đ
oooooooof ok.......*throws this at you all and runs* NEW SHIP ALERT: I'm new to this, be nice to me hahahahaha
poly!darksun x fem!reader at a bloody Gryffindor afterparty
CW: Barty shows up bloody and bruised but he's chuffed about it, reader won't stop slapping Peter [it's not that serious], Sirius is not that serious -> pairing = james potter x reader x barty crouch jr
It had been perhaps only 25 minutes since the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw game ended and the afterparty in Gryffindor tower was already in full swing.
And what Remus meant by full swing was that Sirius was literally swinging from the chandelier, Marlene and Lily were challenging one another to a game of âwho could spin the most times without getting sickâ (which Remus felt was a game that everyone was going to lose), and you and Peter were halfway through a very intense muggle card game called slap which did indeed involve slapping and, apparently, swearing and trash talk.Â
âFuckinâ hell.â Peter muttered as he rubbed the back of his hands dejectedly.
âGonna have to be faster than that, Wormy.â You taunted as you collected his pile of cards.
âOi, if she has so much as one welt on the back of her hand, Pete; there will be hell to pay.â James called as he came up behind you.
You turned to look at James then, and Remus was sure your smile was nearly blinding in your excitement and energy if Jamesâ lovesick look was anything to go by.
âYeah, yeah Prongs; sheâs sodding winning by a landslide anyways, no need to get your knickers in a twist.â Peter muttered (rather petulantly for only having lost a round of a silly card game if you asked Remus).
âI donât think itâs Prongs you have to worry about, my dear Wormy.â Sirius called from his new home in the chandelier, nodding towards the entrance as Barty stepped through the portrait hole.Â
Remus watched as both you and James seemed to melt now that your third was here. He knew that it hadnât been easy persuading Barty to participate in such âGryffindorian displays of pompous prideâ as he had called it, but you had somehow been able to convince him to celebrate the teamâs wins if not only for Jamesâ sake.Â
And, as Sirius would pretend, maybe a little bit for his sake as well. Remus didnât have the heart (nor the patience) to tell him that was a fat chance.Â
âIâm not afraid of Junior.â Pete muttered darkly as he watched you reset the game in front of them.Â
âCirceâs titsâŚperhaps you should be, Pete.â Sirius bit out through a grimace, causing the group to all turn their attention to the Slytherin boy.
Remus wasnât exactly sure what the Slytherin practice was when getting ready for a celebratory quidditch afterparty, but based on Bartyâs current state, it seemed that ritual consisted of at least one fist fight with a particularly angry hippogriff.
âWhat happened?â You nearly shrieked as you abandoned your card game and you and James made for your boyfriend.Â
Barty let out a breath before he broke out into a smile. âSorry Iâm late! Had to take care of something on my way here.â
Remus was sure that the way Barty was grinning at the two of you had to be horribly painful for the busted lip he was currently sporting as his teeth quickly turned a pinky/red colour.Â
âAnd what were you taking care of? A graphorn?â James asked incredulously as you guided Barty to a stool in order to fuss over him.
âDonât be daft, James. Thereâs no graphorns in Hogwarts.â Barty waved him off, eyes moving to you as you assessed his face.
âWho did you run into, Barty?â You pressed; voice taking a no-nonsense tone that had Peter and Remus sharing a nervous look.Â
âJust some Ravenclaws who were a little disappointed by the end of todayâs match, is all.â He offered happily; pulling you closer towards him from where you were standing between his legs by the back of your thighs, watching you adoringly as you summoned a cloth to dab at his lip.Â
âThatâs all, is it?â You deadpanned, clearly not buying his story.
âI hardly think you were too fussed over some comment about quidditch scores, Barty.â James chided lovingly.Â
âOf course I did! I love quidditch.â Barty spat defensively.Â
âYeah, but you hate the Gryffindor team.â Sirius called from his chandelier.Â
âThatâs not true! Iâm shagging the captain for Salazarâs sake.â
âOkay, wellâŚmaybe donât shout that?â You muttered as you looked around in embarrassment, earning a bark of laughter from James as he rubbed your shoulders consolingly.Â
âI donât know, bubs; I donât see you risking showing up late and bloody over discourse on match scores.â James continued, clearly finding this more amusing than you were as you angrily cast a glacius on a cup and held it to Bartyâs jaw which was quickly purpling in colour.Â
âOkay, perhaps they said a few other things; itâs no big deal.â Barty offered dismissively, though Remus (and likely you and James) noticed the way that his grip seemed to strengthen on your thighs at his admission.
âYeah? Like what?â You encouraged.Â
Barty let out a defeated sigh as he finally turned his gaze to you. âYou know I donât like people talking about you; either of you.â He admitted quietly.Â
You shook your head in disappointment but let out a sympathetic sigh.
âWait, whatâd they say about our girl?â James said then, craning his neck around you in order to look at Barty pointedly.
âIt doesnât matter Jamie! It appears heâs already taken care of it, yeah?â You hissed as you swatted at him with the cloth that you had been tending to Barty with.Â
James quickly caught the end of the cloth and used it to pull you into him, planting a smacking kiss to your face.Â
âI did take care of it!â Barty repeated excitedly. âCan I have a kiss?â He asked sweetly, smiling at you expectantly as you rubbed Jamesâ kiss off of your cheek.Â
âAbsolutely not.â You grumbled as you ignored his disbelieving scoff.
âWhy not!?â He cried out as you stepped out from between his legs.
âBarty, I am not rewarding you for bad behaviour.â You declared as you plopped yourself down in front of Peter again, ordering him to reset your card game.Â
James quickly looked between the two of you before stepping between Bartyâs legs to give him his own kiss.
âYou are such a simp, James Potter.â Remus taunted under his breath as to not alert you to your boyfriend currently enabling your other boyfriend.
âYeah, yeah; laugh it up now. But I get to watch you try to wrestle Pads out of the chandelier later, so I donât think you have a leg to stand on, Moons.âÂ
âHe can sleep up there tonight, for all I care.â Remus muttered petulantly as he crossed his arms.
Sirius wouldnât sleep up there tonight; Remus knew it, James knew it, Sirius knew it, likely the whole bloody school knew it. But Remus would pretend he wasnât as big a simp as James Potter, at least a little bit longer, in order to preserve what little superiority he held for the time being.
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âpretty pictureâ
pairing: bf!peter x fem!reader
summary: you and peter make a sex tape⌠hehe
word count: idk, i wrote this in 20 mins on here and itâs not proof read
warnings: smut ofc, p in v, praises, pet names, sex tape made, swearing, kissing yada yada
i hope you enjoy this, it would not leave my mind, i had to write it- iâm so sorry if itâs messy and thereâs mistakes :):
âiâm nervous pete..â you giggled softly, watching as he propped up his phone on his dresser- across from where you lay in the sheets. âoh baby thereâs nothing to be nervous about, youâre such a natural. donât you wanna show the world what a pretty girl you are?â he smirked, pressing the little red button on his screen. you watched yourself in the frame, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, resting up on an elbow. âyouâre silly.â
âdo you really not wanna do it baby? we can stop at anytime, i promise. just wanna make you comfortable.â he murmured gentle as he walked over to you, his large body towering over yours, covering you from the camera. you peered up at him with those doe eyes that drove him wild, his hand slipping down to cup your cheek, stoking your skin softly.
âno, no i want to. youre sure iâll be okay?â
âi promise baby. donât even worry about the camera okay? just focus on me.â you nodded, pushing yourself up to sit as he kneeled on the bed, lifting your pj shirt over your raised arms.
âsuch a pretty girl. youâre a movie star.â he whispered, staring down at you in awe, as if you were an angel who had blessed the earth with your presence. as if he hadnât seen you naked a million times. your cheeks heated under his hungry gaze.
âmânot, youâre the film director⌠you know more than me.â you giggled, your words sealed with a soft kiss upon your lips, tasting of fresh mint. you fell back into the pillows, his lips never leaving yours as his strong arms engulfed you, shielding you from the outside world.
âyeah, eyes on me. itâs just you and me baby okay? gonna make you feel so good, just how you like it.â he praised, kiss trailing down to your neck, giving a little nip at the exposed flesh as you withered under him.
âmmm pete-â you trailed off with a sigh as lips kissed your breasts, teeth grazing and nipping your nipples as he teased you. your hips bucked as his hands explored down past your mid drift, tugging off your sleep shorts. âwe canât get too crazy on the first video now can we?â he smirked, eyebrow raising as his knee slid up, pushing your legs wide open.
âm-more?â you asked. âhmm, some for my own personal collection. ya know, when youâre away and iâm all alone, missing you, with my hand wrapped around my cockâŚâ he hummed, his dirty words making you groan.
âyouâre so bad.â
âand youâre so pretty. pretty and wet fâme.â he tsked, his cock brushing past your folds.
âdonât tease.â
âdonât tell me what to do love.â he whispered, tossing your legs over each shoulder, making you yelp in surprise. he slid home, filling you right to the brim. you moaned, back arched and toes curled at the feeling.
âbaby- fuck this never gets old. this pretty pussy never-â he slid out, thrusting back in firmly. â-ever gets old. so-fuckin-tight.â your eyes widened, meeting his as he fucked you deeper into the mattress.
âgimme a kiss baby.â you obeyed, hands cupping his cheeks, teeth clashing as your lips meshed with his. not once did his pace falter. you moaned into his mouth, crying at the pleasure.
âyeah fuck baby. you do make a pretty picture.â he groaned, breaking the kiss to look over at his phone, watching the way he contoured you.
âso, fuckin, pretty.â
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I am thinking about Calico Jack again, me hearties.
It started while I was rewatching The Coconut Crabs, and I noticed some things:
although the episode aired after The Amazon River did, I could tell it was written before it; because of how Kwazii calls CJ his "grandfather" and just how he talks about him in general. so I fact checked, and:
The Coconut Crabs' creature report came out barely 2 months before The Amazon River aired, and we know they have trouble airing episodes in order/when they want to: just look at S5. (plus: according to wikipedia, S2 had problems regarding it's run overall, which could've contributed. I don't know much else about that, but yeah.)
Calico Jack had "shipwrecked" (so he said) on the crabs' island very recently. Claud says it had been "many years", but we clearly see the kids in the flashback and there's even gifts for them inside the cannon-coconut. So he was probably there maybe,,,,,, 2-3 years ago max. Y'know, despite being "Stuckâ˘".
We're not told what the message for Kwazii says, but the camera does zoom in on the letter... which has a giant X and Calico Jack's signature on itâand WHAT would've been the next Calico Jack episode, had it aired when it was meant to? The Amazon River, which opens with Kwazii finding the medallion piece. Do you see where I'm going here?
Fast forward, I decided to rewatch The Amazon River with this newfound insight.
....And LOOK who's there, the second Kwazii arrives in the Amazon.
....And then who leads Calico Jack to him.
There's little moments all throughout the episode, that are... very suspicious, given this context.
See the first paragraph of my original post.
After he finishes telling Kwazii his dramatic story, he gives Pete a snack. Pete then flies out the window, and we learn a moment later he was waiting outside for them.
After Pete flies out, CJ turns away from Kwazii and [dramatically, again] pulls out his half of the medallion. He holds it out, flips it in the air, making sure Kwazii can see it.
Right before they reach the marsh, and before Kwazii even picks up the map, CJ makes a comment about them getting close.
He makes a comment about the capybaras attacking them: "Didn't see that coming..."
When they're running through the marsh, he shouts "This way!" as if he knows exactly where to go. Kwazii is still the one holding the map.
Then of course we've got the ending, where he's all like "Ah... welp, time to go! I've been here long enough. What say ye join me, Kwazii?"
I THINK. I THINK IT WAS ALL A RUSE.
The real life Calico Jack was famously an expert at mental manipulation, and ours is canonically teaching Kwazii psychology tricks in Above and Beyond. He's extremely smart and clever, and I think ALL OF THIS was an elaborate plan to bring Kwazii to the Amazon, so CJ could offer him the chance to sail away together.
*MIC DROP*
sobbing crying wailing i just had a realization about Calico Jack,,,, đ
Man was NEVER stuck in the Amazon. He was hiding out there intentionally. He found the "Hidden City" AGES AGO: He was fully familiar with the capybaras ("I've never seen em act like this before..."), who the hidden city was just behind. He was in the Amazon for 20 YEARSâthere's no way he didn't check 5 ft. away from where his capy buddies lived.
We know Calico Jack used to be a traditional pirate (mean and scary). He left his crew so that he could become better. He doesn't choose to leave the Amazon until he reunites with Kwazii, and sees him doing well.
Kwazii was cast away at a young age for being the way he is (kind, caring, helpful, etc.), and it's implied he's ALWAYS been this way. We also KNOW that Calico Jack "left to find the 'City of Gold'" when Kwazii was just a little kitten.
We're led to believe,,, and Kwazii's been led to believe,,,, that Kwazii is who he is today because of Calico Jack, but...
What if Calico Jack is who he is because of Kwazii?
#AAAAAAAADFGHJJHGGGGSSHK#it's 12:15pm. hi.#i woke up like an hour ago#hfhshsj#this post counts as an analysis btw- i already did one a while ago so this is like part 2 âď¸#i am hyperventilating#i love calico jack have i mentioned this /rh#i considered making this its own post but i really wanted to include that op bc it makes it make a lil more sense yk#esp for the newbies here đ#i gained a handful of followers recently so this is for u guys 𤲠hope u know what ur getting into now đ#ps i put ''shipwrecked'' in quotes bc i feel like he wasn't actually shipwrecked.#ur telling me he was there ONE NIGHT & was able to hollow out a cannon ball that he just Happened To Have I Guess- AND put stuff inside it?#uh huh yeah sure ok đ¤đ¤#man fr just hung out with some crabs n then dumped his cryptic coco-cannonball on them with no explanation#imagining now pete flying back to cj in the beginning and just going ''kwazii kwazii kwazii!!'' and cj being like '':0 whAT??'' hfhdj /pos#ok i'm putting this post in my queue n going back to bed now lol buhbye <3
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lessons in kissing.
dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.
summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).
wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!
notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!
request by: anonymous.
âyouâre lying! youâve really never kissed anyone before?â
âdude, like, ever?!â peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyoneâs confusion.Â
ânot even when you were in kindergarten?â you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dickâs voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.
your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superheroâlike a family of lemurs, a small one, youâd reckon.
âgeez,â your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. âif i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldnât have told you guys in confidence.â
âno, itâs justâŚâ a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. âi mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but youâre not ugly.â
âi- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?â your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers.Â
âw-what, no!â he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. âwait- no, i mean, yes! itâs a compliment.â
youâve always found it cute.
âi think what peter means isâŚâ bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didnât stop him from joining. âyouâre handsome, he talks about it all the time.â
âdude...â peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities.Â
âoops, my bad,â another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. âwe find you handsomeâthough, iâm pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.â
âgod,â you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. âcan you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?â
yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, youâd even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.
âwhy?â peter turned back, almost offended, while dickâs laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. âis that weird?â
âkinda?â the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you againâhyenas. âi mean, i guess itâs because weâre so close now, soâŚâ
âpft, that never stopped me,â it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you werenât dickâshameless and confident, you admired it on good days.Â
nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular personâs first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.
dickâs gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he wouldâve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. âcome on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because weâre best friends now?
âdude, you think about me?â peterâs eyes widened. it wouldâve been hilarious if you werenât involved. you wouldâve passed this off as a banter, no more than that.Â
you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dickâs chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.
the day went on like usual. peterâs collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peterâlike every friendship youâd imagine.
but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived.Â
the next few days havenât been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because youâd pick at your food while their voicesâquestions and commentsâwere ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.
was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldnât help but let these thoughts run rampant.
no. no, it wasnât. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.
you werenât insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-
oh.
ohhhhh.
dick and peter.
âteach me.â you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peterâs very⌠very small coffee table.
âah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!â dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth.Â
you made a slight pout, only because they werenât taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.
âwith what?â peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.
âpete, you can still eat-â you laughed, taking a bite of your food.Â
âoh, thank god.â and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.
dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. âso, teach you what exactly?â he continued on. âfighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-â
âno, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?âÂ
âwell, iâm guessing thatâs why you came to us for training?â dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance.Â
âguys, i donât want to be a vigilante.â you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. âor a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.â
âhey, theyâre not weird-â
âi want toâŚâ it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. âlearn what itâs like to kiss.â
peter choked on his glass of water.
you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peterâs widened eyes even when you look away. âhandjobs, blowjobs, everythingâŚâ
and a piece of dickâs meatball was caught in his throat.
a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded.Â
âso, you want us to teach you how toâŚâ dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you werenât sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. âkiss and⌠other things?â
âyeah,â you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. âi know, itâs weird. you donât have to say yes or anything, itâs just-â
âis that why youâve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone elseâs behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moodyâpart of it, anyway.Â
âmhm.â the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each otherâof judgement, most likely.
and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and runningârunning as far from you as possible. âguys, wait, iâm sorry-â
you looked up and watched them dash to peterâs bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. âwhat are you-â
âfirst step, make sure you have good breath.â dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peterâs already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.
âatleastluntilhelikeyousenoughâ peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.
âuh-huh, okay⌠seems a little obvious, butâŚâ you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth tooâbut also because of your best friends.
you can always count on them.Â
âyou ready?â dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment.Â
âyes.â you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe youâto pacify you.
and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. âjust stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.â he made you feel safe.
you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. âsame with me.â âi will.â your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.
light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitementâyour relief.Â
it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.
unbeknownst to you, dickâs been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. âremember what i told you⌠build it up.â he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. ânice and slow.âÂ
peterâs palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.
ânice and slowâŚâ dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. âthatâs it.â it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dickâs breath ghosted on your skin.
âwas that okay?â an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.
âa natural,â dick laughed, stroking your hair back and youâve never see him so affectionateâloving, as he doted on you. âtry it on peter. more touching though, if youâre okay with that.â
you nodded and turned your head, meeting peterâs gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. âIâm okay with that.â
âme too.â peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss.Â
his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. ârub my chest, i like it when people do that.â peter whispered in between each kiss.
you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peterâs broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.
in the meantime, dickâs been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. heâs always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peterâs own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth.Â
it was tantalizingâbreath-takingâ watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peterâs were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.
when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dickâs tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. âmmf...â you moaned out, breathing harder.
but just like dick, peter wasnât finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peterâs arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war.Â
they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.
lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.
âitâs okay if you donât want to.â dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.
through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peterâs bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. âi did say teach me everythingâŚâ his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.
âhey, hey,â dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. âyouâre going to scare him, horn dog.â he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.
you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at allâjust a moment of time that theyâll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you donât remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.
the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.
you followed.
even though you were similar height to peter, he was strongerâthey both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peterâs pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dickâs throbbed for something to fillâa porn scene come to lifeâand you were left agape, jaw and legs.
âkinda surprised weâve never done this sooner,â peter said, you werenât used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. âthough, was hoping iâd have you to myself, butâŚâ gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. âthis works too.â
your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.
contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned.Â
you didnât know where to lookâto fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.
that became more a problemâa dilemmaâwhen you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attentionâselfish and stubborn, like always. âare you sure this wasnât a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.â
he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your bodyâchest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.
you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peterâs cock and heâd lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.
âno, i swear- itâs just-â dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. âyou guys made me feel safe, soâŚâ
âwell,â you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. âwe are superheroes.â
you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dickâs mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.
âoh, fuckâŚâ warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.
âitâs just like kissing,â he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethraâonce again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. âbut let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.â
âm-mmâŚâ you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.
âevery.â dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.
âfuck-â you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.
âpart.â holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they mustâve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licksâardent and full of fervor.
and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.
âcome on,â peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. âyou learn best when you demonstrate what youâve been taught.â
peter covered your view of dick, but you werenât sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dickâs tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing.Â
you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but itâs become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peterâs reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.
âhowâs he doing, pete?â your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.
âhe really is a natural.â peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. âyou try.â
âfuck, yes.â dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasnât slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.
as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dickâs was bigger, thickerâa mouth stretcher youâd imagine. but peterâs was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse.Â
and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.
âlook at you,â dickâs voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. âwho knew youâd be such a cock lover, hm?âÂ
âhe canât get enough of it, godâŚâ peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.
two hands kept dickâs cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldnât mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dickâs smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.
âcome on⌠(m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?â dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.
âyouâre too comfortable now, (m/n). youâre slackingâŚâ peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peterâs cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.
holy shit, this is happening.
like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. itâs buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.
when it was dickâs turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peterâs cock wasnât left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.
âfuck, there we goâŚâ occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. âthereâs my star. taking cock like a good student.âÂ
if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whateverâwhoeverâentered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.
it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed moreâsomething to fill you elsewhere that wasnât your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could haveâand they recognized it.Â
peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but heâs always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peterâs cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.
âiâm going to assume we donât need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?â dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peterâs original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.
âfuck, i need you guys so bad.â breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peterâs nice girth sliding in between the plump skin.Â
he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. youâve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasnât a unit that was particularly focused.
in between preparation, your mouth remained on dickâs cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.
âiâll go slow.â peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. âtell me if you want to stop.â
once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid inâburned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.
it was almost like you couldnât breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you donât want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at themâthey didnât want to stop either.Â
peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.
âoh- peter, right there, fuck.â your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back.Â
âyeah? right here?â peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. âoh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck⌠so fucking tightâ
âbaby, youâre doing a great job, godâŚâ your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. âi think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.â
for the first time, you felt wanted.Â
peterâs thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dickâs cock, the sound of peterâs grunts, the flutter of dickâs eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peterâs forehead and bodyâthe bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust.Â
after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldnât stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.
âfuck, better than iâve ever imagined,â he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peterâs cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock againâno complaints. âstill so tight, even after peter fucked you so hardâŚâ
âitâs like he was made to be a whore, right?â such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time shouldâve been like.
it wasnât what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.
but this⌠you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dickâs muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.
this was⌠peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touchâto fuck.
dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peterâs long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you togetherâthree, when peter fucked into your mouth.Â
this was so much fucking better.Â
âholy shit-â under dickâs touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.
seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.
âfuck, iâm going to-â you watched peterâs abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.
you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peterâs musk as well, and againâthose holy bells rang.
with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dickâs mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you.Â
dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peterâs for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peterâs, but most of it fell to your connected lips.Â
âfuck, thatâs hotâŚâ dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peterâs, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.
he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peterâs when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didnât know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.
âso, are lessons still on for next week or?â peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants.Â
âi mean⌠iâm still up for it if you guys are?â you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peterâs cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.
âmm... yeah.â dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off.Â
âweâre good teachers, pete.
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And Iâve Been Meaning To Tell You
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: you overhear Peter denying that he likes you so you go out with another guy, leaving him to crash your date and tell you how he feels
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âAt what point does the staring because youâre pining for your friend become staring because youâre a stalker and planing on wearing her hair as a wig?â Ned asked after following Peterâs gaze and seeing he was once again staring at you from across the cafeteria.
âI donât know. I think when I start wearing baseball caps and standing outside her window with binoculars.â Peter sighed happily and rested his chin in his hand as he continued to stare.
âBut, itâs not gonna get to that point though, right?â Ned laughed nervously.
âI donât know.â Peter shrugged. âShe lives on a pretty high floor.â
âThatâs not the answer I wanted.â Ned said quietly.
âI had a dream last night that I asked her out and she said âIâll see you at 8â without ever telling me where we were meeting just like in the movies.â Peter said proudly.
âYou should not be proud of that. Why donât you just ask her out with your out loud words for once?â Ned asked him.
âBecause the dynamic of our friendship will be-â
â-forever altered past the point of repair and things will eventually return to normal but never feel the same.â Ned groaned as ge finished Peterâs sentence. âYes, I know. Thats always your excuse. But I really donât think sheâll say no.â
âYou donât know that.â Peter insisted. âI canât risk it.â
âPeter, itâs so obvious you guys like each other. She always laughs at your jokes and nobody, and I mean nobody, finds you funny. And I know you like her back because you stare at her all the time and got goosebumps that one time her ponytail hit you in the face.â
âIt smelled like freedom and prosperity.â Peter whispered.
âSo ask her out and smell her ponytail all the time.â Ned whispered back.
âI just canât, okay? And I donât even like her like that. So stop bringing it up.â Peter said and looked over at you again. He watched you leave a group of friends and walk over to him and Ned.
âBut you guys obviously want to be together so why donât you just be together?â Ned asked him.
âBecause I donât like her and she doesnât like me, okay? Thatâs that.â Peter whispered harshly just as you sat down at their table.
âHey guys. Iâm pretty sure I just got a veinte out of one hundred on my Spanish quiz so.â You sighed and dropped your backpack on the table.
âHi.â Peterâs blushed and smiled at you. Your bad mood quickly eviscerated and you smiled back.
âHi Peter.â
âIf you want, I can help you study for your next Spanish quiz. I took it last semester and did fairly bien.â Peter offered.
âReally?â You lit up. âThanks, Pete. That would be so bien of you.â
âNo problemo.â Peter said back.
âThis feelsâŚracist.â Ned mumbled as he watched the interaction.
âI, uh, I watched that movie you were talking about the other day.â You told Peter with a nervous smile.
âYou watched Alien? Did you like it?â Peter asked excitedly.
âI did but it made me kinda paranoid about, you know, aliens. But I liked the part when the alien came out of the guys chest. I never realized that scene was from that movie. I felt like I was finally in on the film bros inside jokes.â
âYeah. I like that part too. I also like the part when he swam up the filters motor and stuck that pebble in there so the tank would get dirty and have to be cleaned, giving all the other fish a chance to escape.â Peter replied. It took you a minute to get it but when you did, you burst out laughing. Peter blushed at how hard you were laughing at his joke while Ned watched the interaction in disgust.
âThat was not funny.â Ned shook his head. âNot even a little bit. It was a little criminal actually.â
âWhat? Yes it was. Peters always funny.â You insisted.
âIsnât he though?â Ned faked a smile before rolling his eyes.
âHey, back off. I liked the joke.â You defended Peter, making his blush deepen.
âThank you. I like your jokes too.â Peter told you.
âUgh.â Ned groaned. âThis is revolting to watch. Why donât you guys just get married already?â
âThatâs not a bad idea.â You said. âWeâd get a tax break, right? Whatever that means.â
âItâs when they break your taxes in half.â Peter answered.
âOh, is that it?â You laughed. âSounds about right.â
âI know because I took that accounting class freshman year. You werenât in that class so you wouldnât know.â He teased you.
âHm. Is that the class they cancelled because not enough people signed up?â You teased back.
âYep. That one.â He nodded. âWow. The memory on you. Youâd be an excellent gatherer if this was Hunter gatherer times.â
âAw, Peter. Thatâs the nicest thing a guys ever said to me.â You smiled and touched your heart.
âIf you liked that compliment I have like eight more in the chamber ready to go.â Peter told you.
âOh my God. Just make out already. But not in front of my clementine.â Ned grumbled and peeled his clementine. You and Peter fell silent at his exclamation. Peterâs face burned with embarrassment while you avoided eye contact with either of them.
âIâm gonna go refill my water bottle. Iâll be right back.â You smiled awkwardly and quickly left the table.
âNice job, Ned.â Peter hugged. âYou just made her so uncomfortable she went to fill up a full water bottle.â
âI told you, dude. She obviously likes you. I was just pointing out the obvious.â Ned defended himself.
âShe doesnât like me.â Peter insisted.
âAre you kidding me? You just made a Finding Nemo joke and she actually laughed. Not even fake laugh. That was a genuine belly laugh at the worst joke I have ever had the misfortune of hearing. Sheâs down horrendous for you.â
âNo, sheâs not. She just sees me as a friend. And I donât even like her like that so it doesnât matter.â Peter lied in an effort to change the subject.
âYou canât hide the truth from your best friend. I see right through your lies. You like her. I know it and you know it. Why canât she know it?â Ned asked.
âI told you to stop bringing it up.â Peter grumbled, growing frustrated now. It wasnât uncommon for Ned to bring this up but it was happening more than usual lately and all it did was remind Peter that youâd never be together.
âBut-â
âI donât like her, okay? I never did. I donât think sheâs pretty, I donât find her funny, and I donât want to be her boyfriend. I donât know why you donât believe me. I swear, I do not like her like that. I never have, and I never will. Okay?â Peter snapped. Little did he know, you had come back to the table and heard his whole outburst. You blinked a few times as your stomach sank but put on a brave face and sat down.
âIâm back.â You forced a smiled but didnât meet Peterâs eyes. Peterâs eyes widened when you sat down and he looked at Ned.
âHow much of that did you hear?â Peter asked you.
âHow much of what?â You played dumb. You had to pretend you werenât crushed that the boy youâd been pining after for years just very aggressively confirmed he didnât like you.
âNothing.â Peter lied and exchanged another look with Ned. Ned shrugged before changing the subject to move away from the moment entirely. You pretended to listen as you tried your best not to look as disappointed as you felt.
Once your break was over, you left the cafeteria and went for a walk around campus to clear your head. You ended up on a bench and sat down before taking a big sigh. You hadnât noticed the guy that was sitting on the other end of the bench, but he certainly noticed you.
âHey.â He said. You looked around for who he was talking to but found no one.
âMe, hey?â You asked and pointed to yourself.
âYeah. You, hey.â He smiled and nodded his head.
âOh. Hey.â You smiled back.
âIâm Drew.â He said.
âY/n.â You said back.
âWhatâs the matter, Y/n? You look forlorn.â
âOh, itâs stupid.â You waved your hand.
âNot to me. Tell me about it.â He insisted and scooted closer to you. You looked down at the lessened space between the two of you and laughed shyly.
âItâs nothing. I just overheard my friends talking about me.â You told him.
âOh shit. Was it bad?â
âNot necessarily. But it didnât make me feel good.â
âDamn. That sucks.â Drew said. You nodded in agreement and an awkward silence fell between you.
âI like that shirt.â He said suddenly and nodded towards your shirt.
âOh, thanks. I borrowed it from a girl I didnât even talk to anymore.â You replied as you pulled on the shirt.
âFinders keepers.â He shrugged. âYou should wear it when I take you out.â
âWhy would I wear a shirt youâve already seen when we go out?â You laughed.
âSo weâre going out?â Drew smiled.
âI guess we are.â You shrugged and realized you had just agreed to a date.
âCool. Iâll pick you up Friday.â Drew winked at you before getting off the bench. You smiled at the unexpected interaction before realizing you had not gotten a single detail.
âWait, pick me up where?â You called after him, but he was already gone. You slumped back in your seat on the bench and felt an equal mix of confusion and excitement. Maybe this new guy was exactly what you needed to forget about Peter.
The next day, you sat with Peter and Ned at your usual spot in the lunch room but barely paid attention to their conversation. Drew had found you on Instagram and youâd been talking to him all day. Peter had noticed your thumbs flying around your keyboard and the smile on your face and felt curious and ever so slightly jealous about who was making you smile like that.
âIs that good with you Y/n?â Ned asked you.
âSorry, what?â You asked and put your phone down.
âWe were saying we were gonna get chicken wings and watch the Trixi Mattel documentary.â Peter informed you.
âAgain? And I canât Friday.â You told them.
âWhy not?â Peter asked.
âI have a date.â
Ned and Peter exchanged a looked before started to speak at the same time. They both stumbled over their words and spoke over each other as they gave you all their thoughts and opinions on why you should not go on this date. You tried to cut in but Ned kept listing Criminal Minds plot lines where women were murdered while Peter asked question after question about the guy.
âSlow down. One at a time.â You shouted over them and they both went silent. You pointed to Ned to signal that it was his turn to talk.
âYou have a date? With a human boy?â Ned asked in disgust.
âYeah. Is that surprising?â You asked, sounding a little hurt that they were so shocked.
âNo.â Peter replied and looked at Ned to signal for him to say the same so that you wouldnât be offended.
âYes.â Ned said immediately. âWho the hell is this guy?â
âNed.â Peter said warningly.
âHis name is Drew.â You shrugged.
âDrew? Whatâs his brothers name, draw? Stupid fucking past tense ass bullshit name.â Ned grumbled.
âJesus Ned.â You laughed. âItâs a normal name. Itâs short for Andrew.â
âAndrew?â Peter scoffed. âWhat is he, an apostle?â
âI donât think there was an apostle named. Andrew.â You stated. âI think they were all named Mark. And like, John or something.â
âI donât know. I wasnât there.â Peter waved his hand. âWhy are you going on a date with this potential psychopath?â
âBecause asked me on a date.â You said simply.
âAnd you said yes? When we donât even know this guy. What if heâs into hardcore drugs and wants to use you as a drug mule for his next big drug operation?â
âHe seemed fine.â You shrugged.
âSo youâre gonna risk your life going on a date with this lunatic because he âseemedâ fine? What if heâs a cannibal?â Ned asked.
âI donât think heâs a cannibal. He was just sitting on a bench on his phone.â
âOh my God. He sounds completely insane. Check the sex offender registry for his name right now.â Ned instructed Peter. Peter started typing his name into his laptop so you shut Peterâs laptop with a roll of your eyes.
âWhy are you guys being insane? I thought youâd be happy for me.â
âIâm about to end my life over this.â Peter mumbled.
âMe too.â Ned added. âWhat even spurred this reckless decision?â
âI donât know. A guy hasnât shown interest in me in a while. This guy did so I took a chance. Is it really that crazy?â
âYes.â Ned said immediately. âYouâre ludicrous for this. You are absolutely Pitbull featuring Ludacris for this. Saying yes to a date with a stranger. This girl has lost her damn mind.â
âHow else do you meet people?â You asked them.
âYou donât.â Peter said a sarcastic laugh. you threw your hands up in exasperation and Peter and Ned exchanged a look.
âWhat he means is, you should try asking a friend out. That way, you already know them and know you wonât get diced and quartered into a bunch of little pieces.â Ned said kindly.
âWhy would he dice me and quarter me? Wouldnât one or the either be enough?â You asked.
âProbably not for this lunatic.â Ned laughed like it was ridiculous to suggest.
âI think you guys are over reacting. What if heâs just a nice guy wants to take me on a date?â
âNo guy wants that.â Ned groaned.
âWow. Thanks Ned.â You said sarcastically.
âWhat I meant was, Peter has something to say.â Ned said and pointed to Peter. Peter turned bright red and gave Ned an angry look.
âYou do?â You asked Peter.
âNo?â Peter replied.
âRight.â You smiled tightly and looked away from him, making Peter know he blew it.
âWhere is the date?â Ned asked.
âI donât know. Some frat house. He said his friend is having a party and he wants to take me.â
âA party? At a frat house? With underage drinking? Oh great. So this guy is a law breaker. He probably has an extensive criminal record already. And I bet itâs for the drug mule thing.â Ned insisted.
âWeâre all 21. You literally turned 22 last week.â You reminded him.
âI donât see how thatâs relevant to this conversation.â Ned brushed you off.
âWhat kind of first date is a party anyway? A girl like you deserves to be taken on a nice, well thought out date that doesnât involve getting drunk around strangers. If I was the one taking you on a date, Iâd make a picnic of your favorite snacks and weâd eat it on the rooftop of my apartment while the sun sets.â Peter stated.
âBut youâre not the one taking me on a date. He is. He likes me, you donât.â You said sharply, making everyone fall silent. You hadnât meant to snap at Peter like that but it bothered you that he was aggressively putting down your date after rejecting you.
âWhat? Am I wrong?â You asked the table.
âPeter.â Ned whispered but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. You looked at Peter again but he just couldnât do it.
âNo. Youâre not wrong.â He said quietly. You nodded your head like you expected that before getting up from the table.
âI just wanted my friends to tell me they were happy for me. Instead, we just had one of the weirdest and least encouraging conversations Iâve ever been an apart of. Iâll see you guys later.â You grumbled and walked away.
âThat went well.â Ned said once you were gone.
âShe definitely overheard me. I totally hurt her feelings and drove her right into the arms of that cannibal drug mule. Why did I say those things?â Peter asked and rubbed his face in frustration.
âI donât know man. I would have stopped at âI donât like herâ but you really went off.â Ned agreed.
âBecause you were annoying me with how much you were asking.â Peter whined. âOh God. What am I gonna do now? Shes gonna go to that party and fall in love with draw and forget all about me.â
âIâll tell you what weâre gonna do. Weâre gonna find drawâs party and crash it. And youâre gonna woman up and tell her how you feel.â
âHow are we gonna find his party? Weâre not exactly good at attending parties.â
âI have my sources.â Ned smiled deviously.
âYouâre just track her location on snap maps, arenât you?â Peter sighed.
âYeah, Iâm just gonna track her on snap maps.â Ned admitted.
When Friday came around, Peter and Ned were glued to their phones as the tried to find out where you were. Luckily for them, you had been posting a plethora of pictures of the party to your Snapchat so they easily found where you were. Unlucky for Peter, Drew was featured in all of the pictures and you looked like you were having the time of your life. Peter swallowed down his jealousy and got dressed to go to the party. He rehearsed his speech for you in his head as he made his way through the crowd. He finally found you in the kitchen in the arms of a girl he didnât recognize. Your eyes lit up when you saw him and you tried to go towards him but immediately tripped over your over feet.
âPeter!â You cheered and threw your arms around him. The girl who had been holding you let go of your waist while Peter looked at her in confusion. You stumbled into Peter and had a hard time keeping yourself up straight
âYou know her?â The girl asked Peter.
âYeah. Sheâs my best friend. Whatâs going on? Who are you? And whereâs draw?â
âIâm Serita. I found her all by herself. She seemed pretty upset.â
âWell if it isnât Peter Peter pumpkin eater. He actually doesnât even like pumpkin flavored things. He doesnât like me either. He made that very clear.â You laughed and clapped Serita on the back. Serita looked at Peter in amusement but he was too focused on how drunk you were.
âAre you drunk?â Peter asked in shock.
âWhat? No.â You scoffed and nearly fell over.
âSheâs wasted.â Serita told him. âI got her to drink some water by telling her it was a big shot of vodka.â
âIâm just here to feel the heat with somebody.â You said and held your hands up in defense.
âIâve never seen you drink this much. What happened?â Peter asked you.
âPsh. Iâm not as think as you drunk I am.â You denied the obvious with a wave of your hand. The action caused you to stumble again and you had to grip Peterâs shirt to keep from going down.
âYou canât even stand up straight. Whereâs draw?â Peter asked again and looked around the room for your date.
âI donât know.â You shrugged. âIâm pretty sure he left with that pretty red headed girl from our statistics class sophmore year. With that teacher who had that cat with a silly name. Remember him? What was the cats name?â
âKitty puss.â Peter reluctantly admitted.
âKitty puss!â You cheered again and nearly dropped to the floor.
âI got you.â Peter said and tightened his grip on you. âBut if heâs on on a date with you then why did he leave with another girl?â
âBecause he didnât get what he wanted from this girl?â You shrugged with a sad smile. Peterâs eyes darkened and he looked at Serita with a clenched jaw.
âWhat did he want?â He asked her.
âTo get her drunk enough to lower her standards.â Serita stated. âThatâs what he does to all the undergrad girls on this campus. Or at least, he tries to. Girls his age know better and stay away from him. But unfortunately for your best friend here, she didnât know about his reputation.â
âSterling Knight should have had a bigger career after Starstruck. He was funny and could sing. I never found him all that handsome but he had star power. He deserved more from Disney and Iâll die on that hill.â You interrupted their conversation to say.
âThatâs nice, sweetie.â Peter smiled kindly at you before looking at Serita again. âIâm gonna take her to the bathroom and try to sober her up. Thanks for taking care of her. Iâm glad she had a friend here.â
âOh, I donât know this girl. I just noticed she needed someone and stayed with her.â Serita explained. Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise before giving her a grateful smile.
âOh. Well thanks for noticing. I got it from here.â He said before picking you up bridal style. You laughed gleefully and wrapped your arms around his neck, making Peter turn red again. Serita noticed this and stopped him.
âHold on. How do I know I can trust you with her?â Serita asked. âWhat if you donât even know her and youâre just trying to do what Drew was trying to do?â
âI promise I know her. Look. Sheâs my lock screen.â Peter said and showed Serita his lock screen which was a photo of the two of you.
âBest friend, huh?â Serita smirked.
âPlease.â Peter whined. âI canât hear it from you too. Iâm an idiot and I know that. Thatâs the whole reason Iâm here.â
âWell good luck. Sheâs been talking about âmy Peterâ all night.â Serita patted his back before walking away. Peter smiled at that before carrying you to the bathroom.
âIs this how Lady Gaga felt at the 2011 Grammys when they carried her in in that giant egg?â You asked as you rested your head on Peterâs shoulder.
âWe will never know how Lady Gaga felt while being carried in a giant egg at the 2011 Grammys. Youâre just being carried by your idiot friend to a disgusting frat bathroom that probably has salmonella and syphilis all over it.â
âRomantic.â You chuckled and held Peter tighter. He shut the bathroom door behind the two of you before gently putting you down on the countertop. He started rummaging through the medicine cabinet while you swung your legs.
âMy tummy hurts.â You whined.
âI know. Take this.â Peter instructed and handed you Tylenol.
âMagic beans?â
âTylenol. Drink this.â He chuckled and handed you back the cup of water from Serita. You chugged the water with the pills and wiped your mouth before giving Peter a sad smile.
âHow do you feel? Do you need to puke?â
âNo.â You shook your head. That action made you nauseous and you hopped off the counter to throw up into the toilet.
âI had a feeling that was gonna happen.â Peter mumbled.
âDonât tell Kitty Puss about what a wreck I am.â You pleaded and threw up again.
âI wonât.â Peter laughed and held your hair back.
âIâm gonna die.â You whined and slumped against the bathtub. Peter sat down beside you and got the hair out of your face.
âYouâre not gonna die.â He assured you. âYouâre just gonna have really bad breath and carpet burn on your knees.â
âI hate carpet burn.â You said and started to cry. Peter had a feeling the tears werenât just from the carpet burn so he wrapped his arms around you.
âItâs okay. Let it all out.â He said softly as he rubbed his hand on your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder for a minute before pulling away. He grabbed a tissue from the counter and wiped your tears for you.
âIâm sorry.â You said quietly as you stared down at your lap.
âWhat are you sorry for?â
âFor going on this date.â
âNo. I donât want to hear that. You donât have anything to apologize for.â Peter shook his head as he continued to dry your eyes. You pushed your hand away and held it so he would look at you.
âI do. I only went because I was mad at you. And I posted all those things because I wanted you to think I was having fun with another guy. But I wasnât having fun. I was thinking about you the entire night.â
âWell you fooled me.â Peter chucked. âI thought you were halfway in love with this guy already. But why were you mad at me?â
âI heard you the other day. I heard you tell Ned you didnât like me.â You admitted and gave him a sad smile.
âOh, thatâs not-â
âAnd itâs fine.â You cut him off. âI shouldnât have gotten mad at you over that. Itâs not your fault you donât like me. We canât help what we donât feel.â
Peter stared into your eyes and saw a sadness heâd never seen you show before. You had sobered up a little but still werenât completely there. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but he wanted you to be sober enough to remember it.
âSo what happened to your date?â He changed the subject. You gave Peter a sad smile and shrugged your shoulders.
âHe wasnât much of a gentleman.â You admitted. Peters jaw clenched but he tried to remain calm for you same.
âWhy do you say that?â
âI kept trying to talk to him and get to know him but all he wanted to do was get drunk. So I kept drinking whatever he handed me because I thought that would make me a more âfunâ date.â You told him. You looked down at your dress and nervously fiddled with the hem of it. Peter stayed silent as he watched your eyes fill up with tears.
âI got all dressed up. I did my hair and my makeup. I tried to look pretty for him.â You said sadly. âBut he didnât even compliment me when he saw me. And he didnât laugh at any of my jokes. I kept feeling like I was annoying him any time I asked him a question. But I was just trying to get to know him.â
âWell heâs crazy for not complimenting you. Because you look very pretty tonight.â
âOh, please. My makeupâs running down my face and I probably have puke on my dress.â
âDoesnât matter. Youâre still the prettiest girl in this room.â Peter told you.
âIâm the only girl in this room.â You reminded him and pointed to the bathroom wall.
âDoesnât matter. Youâre the prettiest girl in any room youâre in.â Peter stated. That brought a smile out of you and you slipped your hand into his.
âYouâre sweet.â You smiled in appreciation and gave his hand a squeeze. Peter squeezed you back before getting the hair off your forehead. You leaned into his hand and looked into his eyes.
âWhat happened tonight?â He asked quietly.
âWell, once I was drunk enough for Drewâs liking, he asked me to go up to one of the bedrooms with him. I went because I thought it was because he wanted a more private place to talk. I thought he wanted to hear what I had to say. Imagine that? Imagine your date being interesting in something you had to say? But he didnât care about that. He didnât want to talk.â You laughed sadly before looking down at the floor with a heavy sadness.
âWhat did he want?â Peter asked and braced himself. You looked up and met Peterâs eyes with a sad smile.
âYou know what he wanted.â You said softly. Peter gulped and nodded his head so you wouldnât have to relive it. You let out a sigh and wiped your tears on the back of your hand.
âHe didnât even kiss me.â You laughed sadly. âHe just shut the door and tried to unzip my dress. I pushed him away and yelled at him, and then he got upset that I was upset so he left me in there. I was too drunk to go after him so I just sat there for a while in the dark. By the time I came back down to the party, he was already making out with another girl.â
âWhatâs this guys problem? He got to take the most incredible girl in this city on a date and he blows it in every way possible? Heâd be lucky to talk to you, let alone go out on a date with you. How could he not see what a privilege he had just to be near you?â Peter said with genuine anger.
âThanks, Pete.â You chuckled and felt slightly better about the night. Peter was about to go off more until he saw the look on your face. You didnât need to hear Peterâs gripe right now. You needed comfort.
âShould we kill him?â Peter asked after a beat of silence.
âI think so. Serita told me heâs got a bit of a reputation for this kind of thing. I had no idea.â
âI canât believe Ned was right and this guy really was insane.â Peter said, making you laugh.
âI know. I guess this means we should listen to him more.â You laughed. Peter smiled at you before scooping you up again and kicking the door open.
âWoah. Where are we going?â You asked as he carried you straight out of the party.
âOn a real date.â He replied and you fell silent. He carried you all the way to his apartment building and swung up to the roof.
âStay here. Iâll be right back.â Peter said and he slipped out of his button down. He draped it over your shoulders to keep you warm before racing downstairs.
When he returned, he had a picnic blanket, his portable Death Star night light, a lunchables pizza, and two bottles of water. You smiled as he laid the picnic blanket down before patted the space beside him. You sat down and he wrapped a blanket from his bed around the both of you. You cracked open your water bottle and downed it while he put together the lunchables. He handed you one of the pizzas and you did cheers before silently eating them as the sun began to rise.
âAre you enjoying your meal, madam?â Peter looked away from the sunrise to ask you.
âWhy, yes I am. This is one of the finer lunchables Iâve ever eaten. Compliments to the chef.â You played along.
âThe chef thanks you kindly.â Peter replied and you both laughed.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you for a minute as you watched the sky become pink. Peter looked over at you and felt his heart ache over the way the sun was lighting up your face with a warm glow. You were holding your blanket tightly around your body to shield yourself from the morning air and had your eyes shut to let the night wash away from you. Peter knew in that moment he was in love and it could not be unspoken any longer.
âSo, uh, remember when we were in the bathroom before and you said we should listen to Ned more?â Peter began.
âThat doesnât sound like something I would say. But I guess so. Why?â You wondered and looked over at him. Peter looked you in the eyes and gulped.
âNed was actually right about a second thing.â
âTwo things? Is he going for a personal record?â You laughed. When you saw that Peter wasnât laughing, you stopped smiling.
âWhat is it, Pete? Something bad?â
âNo. Not bad. Just, um, just a little clarification, I guess.â Peter began.
âClarification about what?â
âI know you heard me telling Ned that I didnât like you. And I know that it hurt your feelings. Which I totally understand why it would. It was overkill. But what you overheard the was my frustrated attempt to get Ned to stop insisting that I liked you.â
âOh. Okay.â You said slowly and never took your eyes off him. Peter stared into your eyes for the last time before everything changed.
âAnd the only reason he keeps insisting that is because itâs true. He was trying to get me to tell you how I felt and I snapped at him because I was scared that if I ever did tell you how I felt, you wouldnât feel the same.â Peter finished. You stared at him for a long time but Peter couldnât read your expression. You were definitely pensive but he didnât know if you were upset with him or relieved to know the truth. You turned your face back towards the sunrise and stared out at it.
âHm.â You hummed.
âHm? Thatâs all you have to say?â Peter asked nervously.
âSorry. I was just thinking about that part in the movie Alien when the two main characters get directions from that school of fish and all the fish take the shape of an arrow to show them which way to go.â You said very seriously. Peter shook his head before cracking up laughing.
âWow. Ned must be on a roll because hearing my own joke repeated back to me makes me realize how unfunny it was.â He admitted, making you laughing.
âI still laughed.â You shrugged. âEven if it wasnât funny.â
âYou did.â He realized with a smile.
âProbably because I like you so much.â You shrugged again and stopped looking at the sunrise to look at him. Peters smile grew and he reached over to hand your hand in his. All that pining and anticipation had led to that moment of you finally admitted how you felt about each other.
âYeah.â He smiled. âThats probably why.â
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hi jadey would you do something with r peeling an orange for peter even though heâs perfectly capable of doing it for himself but she wants to do acts of service for him âšď¸đŤś
There are some bad boyfriends out there. Guys whoâd rather argue, who wonât walk their girls to the door, who never help with the dishes. There are losers who expect things after they pay for dinner, and never say please.Â
Peter Parker is the polar opposite of all those men. Peter Parker gets home from a long day at work and a short shift as his crime-fighting alter ego and makes you a hot chocolate without asking how many marshmallows you want. âHello,â he says, kissing you behind the ear as he comes around you from behind, the hot chocolate set carefully next to your laptop. âDid you hear me come in, or are you ignoring me?âÂ
The former, for sure. You beam to yourself and twist in his hold to meet his eyes, brown and wide where they take you in. âHello!â you say, not shouting, but certainly not whispering either. âI never hear you. Youâre a cheater.âÂ
âYou have ears,â he says.Â
âAnd I choose not to use them.âÂ
âYou okay?â He gives your shoulder a concerned rub. When you nod, it turns to a quicker, softer patting. âOkay. Iâm gonna make dinner, yeah? Iâm starving.âÂ
Heâs strange in that he says âstarvingâ like heâs excited about the feeling. You nod and he nods back, tangible affection in the air between you before he presses his nose to your forehead and leaves.Â
Youâre just a girl. You finish what youâd been working on as quickly as you can and close your laptop, sipping at the hot chocolate heâd made you with a smirk. Your boyfriend loves you a lot. Heâs handsome and tall and smart but he fucking loves you; Peter comes home from a long day hungry and makes you a drink.Â
âMy love.â You push open the kitchen door.Â
âYeah?â he asks.Â
âI can make dinner.âÂ
âNo, thatâs fine. Iâm making it.âÂ
âI can do it, Pete,â you say, putting your mug down on the counter.Â
âIâm gonna do it,â he says, taking your hands, moving you out of the way of the fridge. His smile is as sugary as his eyes. âYou have hot chocolate to drink. Before itâs cold chocolate.âÂ
âBoo.â You let him win reluctantly. Heâs too strong, you argue to yourself smugly, he could totally take you in a fight. Thereâs never any winning with him.Â
Peter turns the oven on and lights the stovetop, a frying pan on the heat, a square of butter melting in the centre. He cuts the veggies swiftly, asking question from over his shoulder. How was your day, babe? Did you eat enough? Did that headache come back?Â
You lean on the counter and take a clementine from the fruit bowl. It was fine, you tell him, digging your fingers into the skin. Not much to say. I ate plenty. Headache stayed at home. The sharp citrus smell of torn pith hits the air as you peel the skin from the fruit's flesh. Then you spend a good five minutes taking off the stringy white bits as Peter fries your veggies with some leftover chicken from last night.Â
âHere,â you say, breaking the clementine into pieces.Â
âOh, thank you,â he says, taking one from the well of your hand.
He eats it so fast you could argue he doesnât taste it.Â
âItâs for you, Peter,â you say, putting the rest of the clementine on the chopping board next to the carrot tops. âIâll peel you another one. I know oneâs not enough for you.âÂ
âAu contraire,â he murmurs, grabbing your waist, tugging you in, orange on his breath as you let him take your weight and move in. âYouâre the only one for me.âÂ
âTerrible,â you murmur back.Â
Peterâs grinning as he takes your face into his hand. He tips your head back, your heart fluttering just as much as it did the very first time he touched you like this, his eyes lit by a deep, unignorable sweetness for you. âThank you,â he says. âYouâre real nice to me, huh?âÂ
âThank you for the hot chocolate.âÂ
âThat wasnât me. That was just sitting here when I got in.âÂ
You wrap your arm around his neck to close him in. âSure it was.âÂ
âIt was!â He kisses the corner of your mouth eagerly. Each word he says after is half smothered by the press of his lips on your cheek and the soft skin just below your eye as you laugh. âWanna feed me as I stir? I think our dinnerâs burning.âÂ
âIf you keep kissing me, then yeah. Iâll peel every orange in that bowl for you.âÂ
Such a promise spurs another round of soft kisses.Â
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" GIVE ME THE SWEETEST GOODBYE THAT I EVER DID RECEIVE " â peter parker.
MINORS DNI 18+ áśť đ đ° .á NOTES: takes place during the events of the marvel's spider-man 2 game. WARNINGS: fem reader | established relationship | morning sex mention | mild exhibitionism | sex against a window.
"You forgot your lunch again." are words PETER PARKER has heard too many times. He spins in place, disengaging from his work to face you, his girlfriend, who so graciously conquered his paper bagged lunch and retrieved it for him like his knight-in-shining-armor.
"Knew I was forgetting something." he murmurs, receiving the sack from you and stealing a greeting kiss from your lips in the same motion.
"Yeah, you left in kind of a hurry this morning." you reply with an impish grin tugging at your lips, leaning your palms at the edge of his desk. You meet his eyes over your shoulder, noting his knowing smile.
He approaches you from behind, lowering his voice to speak in your ear. "Well, that's because someone wouldn't let me." The lunch crinkles as he sets it down, and he hesitates to return to his work when you're here clearly vying for some attention, bringing up this morning of all things...
"Oh, right, because it was all me." you retort sarcastically, breaking exchange of a look to spy on his monitor. You've got a good head on your shoulders, but the stuff Pete does has you at a loss. It's gibberish written across his screen that he no doubt understands and could teach a class on. The thought of his competency drifts your mind elsewhere to the more alluring traits he took on before he left for work. How curious his hands were traversing your body after waking up next to you, kneading your bare form under covers, tucking himself behind you with his morning wood until that confidence bought him some sleepy sex. You heat up, and bite your lip at the memory.
You snap out of your trance, and make more conversation before you excuse yourself so he can get back to work. "Where is everybody?" you ask, voicing your observation. Since you got in, you haven't seen anybody.
Peter pours some coffee into a paper cup, fixing it up how you like it. Steam rises past the rim as he stirs it, and he draws his hand up to suck some sweetness off of his index finger. Your chest jumps, the residual recollection of what it's like to be filled stings your insides. Shifting your weight from leg to leg gives you the subtlest of frictions, and you try to conceal your growing interest by averting your eyes. He brings you the warm cup, handing it to you gently as he looks out through the glass of his office to the lobby. "Harry gave them the rest of the day off. It was in preparation for some repairsâ" He glances at you during his explanation, and when you flash a questioning expression, he clarifies. "âer, for the particle accelerator. Apparently, there was some mistake with scheduling so Harry's out trying to get it sorted. I figured I should at least get something done while I'm here waiting it out."
You enter in a well-timed joke. "You should do me." Peter eyes you thoughtfully.
It was not a joke, and it was excellently timed.
"Did you know I've always wanted to fuck in yourâmmâoffice?" you ask, panting while he yanks you back on his dick. Pressed up against the window that overlooks the lobby, your breath fogs it up. Your hands brace flat against it, its temperature cooling your heated skin, indenting your perked nips.
Peter's chuckle through his nose sounds behind you, and it widens your intoxicated grin. "S'not just mine, baby. What's he gonna say when he sees your tit-prints all over the glass?" Some of the stuff Peter says really gets you, his words shooting straight through you as his dirty talk often does. You moan in response, sucking a breath through your teeth right after, biting your lip hard as he plows your pussy. His steady hands on your hips make sure you can't recoil too much and run away too far, he keeps you right where he wants you so easy.
"We could've kept more clothes on, Pete." you gasp, your tone reminiscent of admonishment even though you loved how he flicked your shirt up to squeeze your tits between the window and your body. Knowing him, he'd been waiting to do that since you walked in.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
"You sound like you wanna get caught."
"You think I haven't thought about showing you off?"
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Jealous Finnick part 2?
Instead itâs with Peeta and training for the Quarter Quell? đ
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Finnick's not exactly pleased when he finishes in the training simulation and finds you teaching Peeta how to make a fish hook. Your fingers are quick and delicate as they work thin bronze wire around a makeshift hook. Peeta copies you, pressed far too close to your side for Finnick's liking. The younger blonde is totally enraptured, and sure, Finnick doesn't blame him, you're beautiful, but still â a frown works onto his face on it's own accord.
"Hey," he makes himself known as he approaches your workstation, because you're too focused on your work, and Peeta's too focused on you.
You look up at the sound of his voice and beam. It makes Finnick feel a little better you're so happy to see him. "Finnick, hey. You're done already?"
Finnick's frown deepens. "Yeah. I got bored."
"You got bored of chucking your spear at stuff?" You tease.
Peeta laughs next to you. Something claws at Finnickâs heart.
"Very funny, sweetheart," he tells you, ignoring Peeta. He rounds the table to get an arm around your hips, tucking his chin over your shoulder, his front pressed to your back. "What are you making?"
You warm at his closeness. "Just a hook. Itâs not very good. Mags showed me how, remember?"
Finnick hums, watching your hands over your shoulder. "Mm, I remember. It looks good to me."
"Peeta's looks better," you say. "Pete, hun, show him yours."
Pete? Hun? Finnick feels suddenly like he's been punched in the throat. He canât focus as Peeta hands his hook over and you show it to Finnick, raving about the attention to detail, or something. Heâa hardly listening, too busy trying not to kick Peeta in the leg. Pins and needles bite at his skin and dance over his palms. He accidentally digs his fingers too hard into your hip and you twist in his hold to look up at him, concerned.
"Hey, are you okay?" You ask him. You forget the hooks, setting them on the table and twisting to look at Finnick properly. You touch his arm. âBaby, you're really stiff."
Finnick pretends he doesnât know what youâre talking about. âAm I?"
You hum and take his jaw in your hand. "Yeah, honey." You pout at him, your hand dropping to his shoulder where you dig your thumb into the muscle there. "Could I give you a massage later, would that help?"
Finnick swallows hard. "Iâ yeah, okay." You want to give him a massage? Youâre the loveliest person on the planet, he thinks.
"Okay,â you nod. âRemind me tonight, yeah?"
You beam at him and push up onto your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. Finnick feels far too overwhelmed to kiss back. Heâs still dazed when you pull away and turn back to Peeta, who looks half embarrassed, like he shouldnât be watching such an unabashed show of affection.
âPeeta was gonna show me some of his camouflage tricks,â you tell Finnick. âDid you wanna come, too?"
Finnick doesnât answer right away, and at his pause, you lace your fingers through his and smile up at him, the prettiest thing heâs ever seen.
âPlease?â You ask, all sugary sweet, practically dripping in fondness.
âOkay,â Finnick nods, feeling a bit like youâve put him under a spell. âYeah.â
You beam at him and then drag him with you to follow Peeta to the opposite corner of the training room. Finnick doesnât know if youâre doing it on purpose, but he knows for sure now he never had any reason to be jealous.
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đđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : Pete Brenner x reader đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: smut, SH in the workplace, heavy drug mention, sleazy Pete, heavy misogyny, I can't believe I wrote this, a lot of sex, yeah idek, 18+ minors dni. đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Pete Brenner hires a new assistant. đ/đ: I cannot believe I wrote this. For him. Ew. Brb gonna go take a shower. This is pretty bad as well, like the pacing is wack and the reader's personality changes halfway through the fic?? Idek, I did this thing where I changed the scene every time I felt bored. Enjoy, I guess???
âJust so weâre clear, Iâm only hiring you because youâre hot.â
He bends down over his desk, sniffing harshly. You stand there nervously watching him as he straightens up, his nose twitching. You catch a glimpse of white beneath he clears his throat and wipes it off. His eyes â a pretty blue â have an almost wild, excited look about them. But the rest of his face is a contradiction⌠he looks both calculated and amused as he licks his lips and makes his way over to you.
âThat means I want to see you in short skirts, dress, that kind of shit, okay? And some pretty makeup.â His eyes dance over your body, taking in your curves. Youâd worn a knee-length pencil skirt and white blouse for the interview with him â nothing too scandalous but it did hug your body nicely. Pete seemed to think so, at least, as his gaze remained glued on your cleavage, âBasically, I want you all dolled up because I sure as fuck know thereâs no brain up there in your head. I have a real assistant, but youâll be my other assistant.â
Other assistant. You knew what that meant.
You also know to remain quiet as he leers at you, coming closer till you have to crane your neck to look up at him. His jaw twitches, and his eyes are still glued to your chest. He reaches out, casually unbuttoning the top few buttons of your blouse with just his one hand. The view down your top makes him smirk.
âTomorrowâs your first day, make sure to wear something sluttier than this. Even the officeâs eye candyâs gotta put a little work in, huh, sweetheart?â He gives you a wink as he pats your cheek condescendingly.
You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. You needed this job. You needed the moneyâŚ
âYes, Mr. Brenner.â
âGood girl,â he maintains eye contact with you, and itâs hard to look away when his pupils are so blown out. And despite his leery demeanour, heâs got a handsome face, you had to admit. Pretty eyes framed with long lashes, a nice bone structure and strong jawline. His jet-black hair was styled messily â either on purpose or because he kept running his hands through it. He was also tall, his tailored jacket tight around his biceps.
He gives your ass a slap as you leave the room, and you yelp in surprise but continue walking steadily lest you fall over in your high heels.
âSee you bright and early tomorrow, sweetheart! I know weâre gonna love working together.â
***
âAh, fuck yeah, keep going. Mm, just like that. God fucking dammit, youâre such a good little cocksucker, huh?â
Peteâs got one hand firmly carded through your hair, gripping it tightly as he bobs your head up and down on his cock. Itâs uncomfortable under his desk, especially with your bare knees rubbing against the hard ground.
Youâd showed up to your first day of work today bright and early, in an inappropriately short dress as per your new bossâs request. And Pete had licked his lips hungrily when heâd seen you, dragging you into his office and giving you your first task of the day. Sucking his dick while he sat behind his desk.
âYeah, thatâs right, you little slut, take it. Take my fat daddy dick down your little throat. Fuck yeah,â Pete murmurs. Youâd quickly come to realise that Pete was every bit as filthy as youâd assumed he was going to be, spewing out a string of curses every time his mouth opened. He was also rougher than youâd expected, fucking your face relentlessly in a way that had you breathless, your hair a complete mess and your face glistening with sweat.
âMm, tell me youâre a little cockslut,â He peers down at you with a wolfish grin, taking his dick out of your mouth and tapping your cheek with it not-so-gently.
â âm a cockslut,â you pant, and he slaps you with his cock once more before shoving himself back in your mouth.
âThatâs right, just look at those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I canât believeââ his voice trails off, and you glance up to see his eyes narrow as he looks out the window of his office and into the hallway. âAh, shit. My wifeâs here. Keep sucking, baby, but be quiet about it.â
He had a wife? You donât even have time to feel shocked and disgusted with yourself, all you can do is keep bobbing your head up and down as he keeps a firm hold on you.
âPETEY!â A chirpy voice sounds, and you cringe as you hear the door close. She was in this office, while you were giving her husband a blowjob.
âHey, babe, howâs it hanging?â Pete says casually, his hand leaving your hair as he cracks his knuckles and leans back on his chair. You pray to God his wife doesnât come any closer, lest you be found out.
She giggles, âWell, come on, silly. You made us lunch reservations at the Rustica Bistro, remember? I got my nails done and everything!â
You hear Pete grimace from above you, either from what his wife has just said or the fact that youâre still blowing him like your life depends on it.
âAhh, babe, I gotta take a raincheck. You know how it isâŚâ He gestures vaguely at his computer in front of him, âIâve got a shit ton of work to do, fuckâŚâ He swears under his breath, thrusting his hips upwardly subtly to stuff more of his cock in your mouth.
âAww, but Peteââ
âNo buts, sweetheart. You know I gotta provide for you and the baby, and that means making a few sacrifices here and there,â Pete runs a hand through his hair, and you can see the sweat forming on his brow as you continue to suck him off, trying not to gasp out loud at the fact that he just said he had a baby. âBut donât let those reservations go to waste, sweetie. Why not take whatâs-her-name? That broad from accounting?â
âSally?â
âYeah, take Sally. Go on, sweetheart, daddyâs busy. Iâll see you at home.â
Youâre in awe at how he dismisses his wife, but you inwardly sigh in relief when you hear the clickity clack of her heels followed by the door opening and closing. Pete barks out a laugh, pulling you off his dick as he begins to pump it around his fist.
âThat was a close one, huh?â
âY-You never mentioned that you had a wife! And a child!â
He snorts, cupping your face and angling it so that heâs jacking off over it, a nonchalant look on his face.
âAnd you accepted a job as the office slut, so I guess weâre both lacking in the morals department, huh, sweetheart?â
***
Being Pete Brennerâs other assistant did have a few perks. Like free reign with his credit card (a separate one that his wife didnât know about) as well as some nice gifts here and there. Diamond earrings when he was feeling nice; a designer dress when he wanted to be giving. A pearl-encrusted collar when he was on a particularly high power trip.
But the perks came with a lot of degradation. But itâs not like he hadnât made that clear when heâd offered you the job.
âNow, sweetheart, all you gotta do is refill everyoneâs water while us men talk business, alright?â
You nod, straightening out your tight, navy dress while Pete barks out more instructions as he paces around his office. Today was an important meeting about something or the other. You didnât really understand what it was that Pete did, but you knew it was something to do with pharmaceuticals. You werenât sure that all their business was legal, but you thought it was best to turn your head the other way when it came to all that.
You stand in the corner of the conference room during the meeting, watching as Pete sits at the head of the table and talks business with a bunch of colleagues. He looks at you and nods slightly, and thatâs your cue to walk around and refill everyoneâs water with the glass jug in your hand. Itâs an easy enough task, but youâre still nervous in your sky-high heels and too-short dress, acutely aware of the way all these middle-aged men leer at you like youâre a piece of candy or an office decoration.
You set the jug down on the table after youâve finished topping up Peteâs glass, but before you can quietly scurry back to your corner of the room, his large hand wraps around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You almost yelp in surprise, but catch your tongue just in time. You go with the flow, not wanting to cause a scene as Pete casually settles you down on his knee.
You really feel like a decoration now.
âThatâs a fine-looking piece of ass youâve got workinâ for ya, Brenner.â A seedy looking man at the other end of the table grins.
Pete smirks, his hand firmly resting on your bare thigh as you quiver in his lap at the multiple pairs of eyes now staring straight at you. His other hand twirls a bit of your hair round his finger, as if youâre his little doll that heâs finding amusement in showing off and toying with. âSheâs a looker, alright. Thatâs why I hired her, isnât that right, baby?â
You have no choice but to nod, heat spreading across your cheeks as the whole room erupts in laughter. Pete holds you firmly in his lap throughout the meeting. You try to zone out, since their business and pharmaceutical jargon makes no sense to you, but you keep getting jolted back to reality as Pete continues to fondle you brazenly in front of everyone.
âDonât think Iâd get any work done if I had a broad like her walking around in my office.â A greasy looking man sitting adjacent from you and Pete pipes up.
Pete grins wolfishly, his hand creeping up the hem of your dress while the other one strokes your arm sensually. âQuite the opposite, actually,â he glances at you and winks, âwith her around, I get to relieve all my pent-up tension, which makes work a lot easier.â
âSay, Brenner, you look like you gotta relieve some tension right now!â Another guy quips.
Pete smirks, standing up and yanking you up with him, âYouâre right, Davidson. I think I do. You gentlemen mind if we take a recess on this meeting?â
His request is met with a chorus of cheerful affirmations, and he drags you off to a small door to the side of the room. The bathroom.
âTh-Theyâll all be able to hear us!â You protest as he bends you over the sink, lifting your dress up and giving your bare ass a hard slap.
âThatâs the point, sweetheart. Itâs hotter with an audience.â He shoves his hand between your legs, pushing your panties aside and slipping two fingers inside you, smirking when he pulls them out to see them glistening, âclearly you find it hot too.â
Pete fucks you in the bathroom while the men cheer him on from the next room. And you scrunch your eyes shut and focus on trying not to moan (because he fucked you so good after all). His balls slap against your skin as he thrusts into you over again, alongside a string of curses (he was always very vocal during sex, no matter where you were).
Heâs got a smug look on his face when heâs done. The smugness of a man who made a whole roomful of men hear your screams of pleasure. (Youâd had to be vocal in the end, you couldnât help it. Not when he was rubbing your clit and whispering dirty words in your ear, making your cunt squeeze around him as you came all over his cock).
He takes you straight back into the conference room, setting you down on his lap and continuing the meeting as if nothing even happened.
***
âLook at me, sweetheart.â
You do, only for him to cup your cheeks and blow smoke right into your face. You sputter, trying to turn away but Peteâs got other plans. He presses his lips against yours, giving you the headiest kiss youâve ever experienced, making you feel light-headed.
He laughs, âYou fall for it every time.â
You scowl at him, âOne day Iâm gonna quit working for you.â
He snorts, taking another drag of his cigarette, âOh yeah, sweetheart? And then whatâre you gonna do?â
âMake a name for myself.â
He seems to find that hilarious, throwing his head back and laughing as if youâve just cracked the funniest joke in the world. You huff, shrugging away from him and going to stand on the other end of the balcony. It was attached to his office and Pete liked to hang out there sometimes, claimed he appreciated the fresh air. As if he didnât have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7.
You look out into the city, admiring the bright lights that made the streets come to life at night. The sound of traffic and the mindless buzz of nightlife that had a knack of making people wonder what they were doing with their life. Thatâs when you feel something hard pressing against your lower back.
âYou know, I always wanted to fuck a girl out here.â Pete pushes your hair to one side, kissing the exposed nape of your neck.
âIâd bet a thousand dollars youâd already have done that.â
He chuckles, his hands slipping up and down your body, feeling you up and fondling you in his specifically sleazy way except it turns you on anyways. âAfter tonight I will have.â
âItâs late. Shouldnât you be at home with your wife? Or at least your baby?â
He pushes your dress up till heâs got it bunched around your waist, before hooking his fingers on the elastic of your panties and snapping it against your skin. âWhat, you think youâre gonna peptalk me into having some kind of moral breakthrough or something?â He tugs your panties down your legs and gives your ass a squeeze, âSweetheart, you know the kind of man I am. And I know exactly the kind of girl you are.â
The kind that lets her boss fuck her outside on his balcony overlooking the city.
âFuck yeah, shake that fucking ass on my daddy dick. Make daddy cum, fuck!â Pete grips your hair and yanks your head back, biting and sucking at your neck as he fucks you. You grip the iron railing hard, your mind wiped of everything except the pleasure he was administering to you right now.
âMm, fuck, daddy! Harder, please!â You moan, grinding back against his dick, feeling the pure, delicious agony of him breaking you in two from the inside out.
He releases inside you with a guttural roar in your ear, and you sigh, following suit as you milk him through his orgasm. Your cunt pulsates with your pleasure, and he holds you tight before bringing his cigarette up to your mouth so you can take a drag. You do, before craning your neck and grabbing his face, blowing the smoke straight past his lips as you kiss him.
***
âThe fuck do you mean youâre knocked up? Were you not on the motherfucking pill?â
You sigh. Youâd been fucking Pete for half a year now, and in that time youâd had the pleasure of getting to know him on a very personal level. His likes, dislikes, his temperament. You knew him well enough to know that he got extremely melodramatic when he was high. Which is why it maybe wasnât the best decision on your part to break the news to him when he was coked out, but youâd had no choice⌠Peteâs sober moments were very few and far between these days.
âI donât know what to tell you, Pete. Iâm pregnant. I took three tests.â
âGod-fucking-dammit!â He slams his fist down on his desk repeatedly, before the pain proves too much and thatâs when he straightens up, running a hand through his already messy black hair. âI already got my hands full with one brat.â
He loved his son, really. Youâd seen him enough times with the kid to know that Pete did indeed have a heart when it came to a child of his own flesh and blood.
âWell, congratulations, daddy. In about nine months, youâll have another one.â
He narrows his eyes, stumbling over to you and grabbing you by the neck. He pushes back, high off his mind yet still much stronger than you. His lips curled and brows furrowed almost accusatorily, he backs you up against the wall, his face inches from yours.
âYou,â he sneers, âWhen did you get so cynical, huh? Whereâs the bright-eyed, naĂŻve girl I hired six months ago?â
You roll your eyes, âI donât know, Pete, maybe your sleaziness and depravity killed her off.â
He glares at you, and you glare back. Itâs an intense stare-down that lasts a handful of seconds before youâre on top of each other. Kissing and ripping each otherâs clothes off, not caring that the glass windows of his office arenât covered with the blinds. The receptionist would get a show, but it was nothing she hadnât seen before. Pete had no shame, and now, neither did you.
âI find pregnant broads sexy as hell,â he tells you, carrying you over to his desk. He sits down on his chair with you on top of him, âso thatâs one thing to look forward to.â
âYouâre disgusting.â
âSo the fuck are you.â
He shoves his dick into you from below, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly you know heâll leave bruises. He bounces you up and down on his dick like itâs your job â which, well, it is.
âYour tits will get even bigger, thatâs another thing to look forward to,â he whispers in your ear, ripping the top of your dress in half and pushing the cups of your bra down. Your breasts spill out and he goes to town on them, burying his face between them, licking, nipping, biting like youâre his drug of choice for the evening.
Youâre confused, scared, even. But that wonât stop you from answering back to him, and so, despite the pleasure heâs making you feel, you shoot him a look of disdain.
âWho says Iâm gonna stick around long enough for you to see me like that?â
He yanks you forward by your hair, giving you a rough and almost possessive kiss.
âSweetheart, donât kid yourself. I intend on keeping your fine ass around, and besides, itâs not like you have anywhere else to go.â
***
âI do.â
Peteâs wife had left him. Something about running away with a hot Australian lifeguard who happened to also have a hefty trust fund. The divorce was settled quickly (Pete had more money than his now ex-wife was even aware of, so she happily took what she thought was an equal half). Pete had one condition, though. His son had to stay with him.
And then six months later, you found yourself walking down the aisle in a dress of ivory lace, saying âI doâ to the man who only a year ago had just been your boss. Now you were the new Mrs. Brenner, a mother to be and a stepmother to a two-year-old to boot.
It was a good thing you liked kids.
âYouâre lucky, you know that? Fucked your way to the very top.â Pete says, his hand stroking your very pregnant belly.
You giggle, spreading out on the satin sheets below you. Theyâre soft and white and expensive, covered in rose petals. Pete had gone all out and booked the honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons, which was the least he could do to make you comfortable after youâd gone through that whole wedding ceremony and reception, all pregnant and uncomfortable and all.
âNot the very top,â you muse, âI could leave you just like your first wife did. Leave you for a richer man.â
Pete scoffs, shrugging his jacket off before rejoining you on the bed, âHoney, if you knew how much money I had in my bank account right now, youâd be licking the bottom of my shoe for the foreseeable future.â
You donât say anything, instead turning your attention to your ring. You hold up your hand so it catches the light, the hefty diamond sparkling expensively. Just a year ago, you couldnât even fathom having fifty dollars to your name⌠And now?
You grow distracted by his hand as it sneaks between your legs. Biting your lip, you suppress a moan when his fingers find your clit. All he has to do is circle your bundle of nerves with his pointer finger and you cum, grabbing his bicep and squealing his name, humping your cunt up against his palm like a wanton whore. All while he grins wolfishly at how easily he can make you come undone.
âItâs just âcause Iâm pregnant,â you say once youâve caught your breath, causing his expression to sour.
âPlease, Mrs. Brenner. Youâve never had anyone as good as your husband. And you never will, âcause itâs all me from now on, you got that?â
âYes, daddy.â
***
âOh my gosh, you really shouldnât have!â You squeal, running over to your new candy pink convertible. Pete stands by the hood, looking extremely pleased with himself.
âOnly the best for my wife. Now you can do the day-care runs in style.â
You jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing a million kisses on his face. âThank you, daddy! I love it so much.â
He grins, spinning you around a few times before putting you down, âHappy birthday, babe.â
Your four-year-old son and two-year-old daughter come toddling down the front steps of your mansion, squealing and ooh-ing and aah-ing at your new pink car. Pete looks positively beside himself with glee, scooping both his kids up in his arms so they can get a better look at it.
It only took a few months into being married to you for Pete to realise that he liked the family man lifestyle. And you could tell he liked being a provider, liked showering his family with gifts and spending money on you and the babies more than blowing it all on drugs and strip clubs. It was a shame that it took him two marriages and two different baby mamas to realise that, but at least his ex was living it up in Australia, so there was no love lost there.
âWe need to come up with a story when people ask us how we met,â you say one evening as the two of you get ready for bed. Youâre sitting in front of your vanity, applying cold cream to your face and neck while Pete does God knows what in the background.
âEasy. My gold-digger assistant got herself knocked up and trapped my ass, and now here we are.â Pete smirks, coming up behind you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âShut up, you jerk. More like, I took advantage of and sexually harassed my poor, innocent assistant, and the least I could do was marry her after I got her pregnant.â You smile, letting him grab your hand and drag you to the bed.
âOkay, poor, innocent assistant. Why donât you let daddy put another baby inside you tonight?â He asks, pushing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you, his voice thick with lust as he runs a hand through his messy, black hair.
âSo you can accuse me of getting knocked up again?â
âYeah,â He rips your nightie in half, making you squeal, âThatâll ensure Iâm trapped with you for another two years at least.â
âFuck you.â
âYouâve got the dirtiest mouth, Mrs. Brenner. Maybe thatâs why Iâm in love with you.â
SFJHKASGD THE END!
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