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emilyparkerholland · 5 months

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This Ain’t A Scene, It’s A God Damn Arms Race

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter picks up on the fact that you have a thing for his arms

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“Which one of you blooming onions wants to arm wrestle a god and lose?” Thor asked as he cracked his knuckles before slamming his elbow down on the table. Everyone rolled their eyes with affection while and you Peter continued your game of cards.

“Oh come on. No one’s up for the challenge?” Thor asked and flexed his arm.

Peter noticed you flick your eyes up for just a second at Thors arms before smiling shyly to yourself. This sent an unexpected wave of jealousy down to Peters stomach. He knew nobody on the team was as big or as strong as Thor but seeing you look at him like that made Peter feel like he might have some competition for your attention. He knew it was probably silly to even think about, but part of him was worried Thor would win you over before Peter had a chance to tell you how he felt. Before he knew was he was doing, he was putting his hand of cards down.

“I’ll give it a go.” Peter said and went over to Thor.

“Really? You want to compete, spider boy?” Thor smirked and out his elbow back down on the table.

“Why not? You know, some spiders can lift up to 170 times their weight. And if you calibrate that for a human in accordance to my height and weight, I can lift up to 25,000 pounds. So I’m not as weak as I look.” Peter explained as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Kids right. I’ve seen him catch a bus.” Steve backed Peter up.

“Well I’ve seen him kick Buckys ass.” Sam added with a smirk.

“Shut up. I was having an off day.” Bucky grumbled.

“Have you ever had an on day?” Sam snorted.

“He was definitely on the night he killed my parents.” Tony said casually. Everyone fell into uncomfortable silence as Tony waited for someone to laugh at his joke.

“Anyways.” You said to break the silence. “Peters stronger than you guys give him credit for. I’d love to see him take on Thor.”

Peter smiled proudly to hear you back him up and gave Thor a look that said it was up to him.

“All right. Come here and grab the hand of the mighty Thor.” Thor said and held his hand out.

“Does he always talk like that?” Shang Chi whispered to Steve.

“It’s slowly been getting worse.” Steve whispered back.

Now that Peter knew he had your attention, he wasn’t gonna waste it. He rolled his sleeves back down and unzipped his sweatshirt.

“Oooo. Jackets coming off.” Tony clapped his hands. Underneath Peters sweatshirt was a flannel shirt, making Tony stop clapping.

“To reveal a slightly lighter jacket.” Tony continued. Peter then unbuttoned his flannel and threw it at you to catch. You caught it and held it to your chest as your face heated up.

“Ohhh. Now we’re talking.” Tony clapped his hands again now that Peter was just in a tight white T-shirt. You gulped at the sight of his arms, something you knew you’d never get used to no matter how many times you saw them. You watched with a hand over your mouth as Peter and Thor wrapped their opposite hands around each others and glared into each others eyes.

“You’re going down.” Peter warned.

“The only time I go down is on a-“ Thor was cut off by the sound of his hand hitting the table. Everyone was stunned to silence as they watched Peter win with ease. You raised your eyebrows in surprised and made eye contact with Peter, who winked at you.

“No fair. I wasn’t ready.” Thor scoffed.

“All right. Then let’s go again.” Peter shrugged and held his hand up again. They started to arm wrestle and it lasted longer this time as Thor was determined not to be shown up. Peter started to overpower Thor and was just about to win when Thor sent an electric wave through Peters body. Peters body went limp long enough for Thor to pin his hand and win.

As you watched this all unfold, you were sitting on the edge of your seat, jaw dropped and eyed glued to Peters bicep. Sam was the first to noticed your face and chuckled as he got the others attention to look at you. Once Thor won, you looked visibly disappointed that the gun show was over.

“As a surprise to no one, you lost.” Thor chuckled. “But you put up a good fight, my boy.”

“You too. Damn. What’s that smell?” Peter asked as he shook out his throbbing hand.

“Your burning flesh.” Thor said with a smile. “Anyone else want a go?”

“I think Y/n wants a turn.” Sam snickered, and everyone murmured in agreement.

“Oh yeah? You dare to wrestle the arm of a god, lady Y/n?” Thor asked and flexed his arm again.

“No, but she definitely wants to wrestle with Peter.” Sam said, making you finally tear your eyes away from Peters arms.

“Huh?” You and Peter asked at the same time.

“Yeah. I saw that too. She wants to wrestle Peter all right.” Tony added with a devious smile.

“Not an arm wrestle either.” Natasha added.

“Nope.” Sam agreed. “She wants to do the sweaty kind of wrestling.”

“Isn’t all wrestling the sweaty kind of wrestling?” Peter asked, still not sure what everyone was saying.

“Wow Y/n. I hope you’re proud of yourself for thinking such dirty thoughts about such an innocent boy.” Tony pretended to be offended as he wrapped an arm around Peters shoulders.

“What? I wasn’t.” You laughed nervously.

“What are you guys talking about?” Peter asked.

“We’re talking about how Y/n was just staring at your arms the way Bucky stares at spinach and artichoke dip.” Natasha said simply.

“Fucking love spinach and artichoke dip.” Bucky deadpanned.

“I was not staring at Peters arms.” You insisted and everyone rolled their eyes at you.

“Yes you were. The second that flannel came off, you were drooling.” Sam shrugged.

“It’s true. I saw drool.” Steve agree.

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about. I was not drooling.” You scoffed and wiped the remaining drool off your chin.

“Then why is there drool on the floor?” Steve asked and pointed to the floor where you had been sitting. Sure enough, there was a little puddle of drool on the ground.

“That’s pee.” You scoffed, instantly regretting it.

“You peed?” Sam asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I did pee, yes.” You nodded reluctantly.

“On the floor?”

“Uh, yep. On the floor.” You confirmed and wished you had come up with a better lie.

“Let me get this straight. You’d rather let us believe you peed on the floor than admit you were staring at Peters arms?” Steve asked you.

“I guess so, yeah.” You sighed, disappointed in yourself.

“Well alright then.”

“I’m gotta go.” You said and quickly left the room. Peter stared at you as you went, wondering how much of what they had been saying was true. If you really were into his arms, it might be his way to finally get your relationship to the next level.

You ran into Peter an hour later in the kitchen and wanted to run and hide but he had already spotted you. You gave him an embarrassed smile and went over to him.

“Sorry about before. Sam and Bucky are so annoying sometimes.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Trust me, I know. They’re always teasing me about something or another. I’ve learned to tune it out.”

“I’ll have to try that.” You smiled softly at him, glad he wasn’t making things weird. Peter returned the smile and you felt the always tension melt away. It didn’t hurt that his arms were covered up again so you could actually talk to him without making a fool of yourself.

“By the way, you totally would’ve won if Thor didn’t cheat.” You told him.

“I don’t know. I’m strong but he’s a God.”

“Yeah, well, you’re like a mini god. The spider god.” You said with a teasing smile.

“So a god that no one but Wilbur would worship?” Peter humored you.

“Who’s Wilbur?”

“From Charlottes Web. Duh.” Peter scoffed.

“Oh. Right.” You playfully rolled your eyes but felt relieved you could move past the arm incident. Just then, Peter rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands in the sink, giving you a view of his veins and-

“Forearms.” You whispered to yourself as you started to drool again.

“Did you say something?” Peter asked as he turned the water off.

“Hm? Oh, no. I didn’t say anything.” You quickly lied and wiped your bottom lip.

“Oh. Okay.” Peter chuckled and pushed his sleeves down. Peter noticed the way your eyes stayed glued to his arms and he started to wonder if there was any truth to what the team was saying before. He decided to test his theory and see if you really did like his arms.

“You know what I was just thinking about? You and I never got to arm wrestle.”

“You want to?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Only if you’re up for it.” Peter shrugged.

“Okay.” You said immediately and shoved everything off the kitchen table. Peter chuckled and sat across from you before taking off his flannel.

“You ready?” He asked and held out his hand.

“Uh huh.” You sighed dreamily and slipped your hand into his. You were so focused on his arms that you forgot you were arm wrestling.

“Come on. You didn’t even try.” Peter laughed once he pinned your hand to the table.

“Hubbity bubbity.” You mumbled as you stared at his bicep.

“What was that?”

“Humina humina humina.” You whispered.

“Are you using real words?” Peter chuckled. You snapped out of your trance and quickly stood up.

“I have to go.” You said and ran out of the kitchen. Peter smiled proudly to himself and looked down to flex his muscles. Now that he knew you had a thing for his arms, he decided to have a little fun with it.

A few days later, you were getting ready for one of Tony’s famous parties and decided to wear heels. You walked out of your room to meet up with Peter and found yourself tripping on every crease in the carpet. You knocked on his door and he soon opened up wearing a tight button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You froze when you caught sight of his arms and quickly looked away before you lost focus.

“You look nice. You ready?” You asked him.

“Yep. Let’s go.” Peter put his hand on your back and started to lead you downstairs to the party.

“Jesus Christ. I’m gonna break a leg before we even get there.” You said as you tripped on the carpet once again.

“Here. Take my arm for support.” Peter offered and presented his arm.

“Take…your…arm?” You asked slowly as you stared at his arms.

“Why did you say it like that?” Peter chuckled but knew exactly why.

“No reason. Thanks.” You smiled and slipped a hand around Peters bicep to steady yourself. Even once you were downstairs at the party and didn’t need to hold onto Peter anymore, you didn’t let go of his arm. Peter smiled to himself and patted your hand, hoping you weren’t letting go anytime soon.

A couple days went by without any opportunities for Peter show off his arms in front of you. But when you padded into the kitchen while everyone else was watching a movie, he came up with something.

“Hey kiddo. We were just gonna watch a movie. Care or join us?” Tony asked from the couch.

“Sure.” You smiled and took a seat next to Peter. Peter looked over at you before clearing his throat to get your attention.

“Wanna share my blanket?” Peter offered and opened his blanket up.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly and scooted closer to him so he could cover you with the blanket. He noticed you sitting up perfectly straight and nudged you a little.

“You can lean on me. I don’t mind.” He whispered to you.

“Are you sure?” You whispered back.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” He shrugged. As soon as you had his permission, you rested your face on his bicep and nuzzled against it.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Extremely.” You sighed happily.

Riding off the high of the night before, Peter hit the training room for an early morning workout and sent you a text shortly after to inconspicuously lure you into the room.

“Do you know where Peter is? He texted me and asked for a bottle of water.” You asked Shang Chi as you grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator.

“I saw him in the training room a couple minutes ago.” He told you.

“K. Thanks.” You rolled the water bottle around in your hands and went to go find Peter.

“Hey, Pete. I brought your…” You trailed off and dropped the water bottle when you walked into the training room to see Peter shirtless, sweating, and doing pull-ups.

“Oh hey. Come on in.” He smiled at you without stopping his pull-ups.

“Heyyyyyyy Pete.” You smiled weakly and leaned against the door frame.

“-er. Peter.” You finished his name. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just working out. It’s arms day.” He told you as he continued to pull himself up and down. Your eyes followed him as he pulled himself up and lowered himself back back.

“Is it?” You squeaked out.

“Yeah. I’m trying to grow my arms to look more like Thors.”

“Uh huh. That’s nice.” You nodded too many times without ever taking your eyes off his arms. Peter let go of the pull up bar and dropped to the floor so he could walk closer to you.

“I’ve been trying to gain muscle for a while now but I don’t think it’s working. Does it look like it’s working?” Peter asked as he flexed his arms for you to see. Your body stiffened and you felt your mouth starting to salivate.

“Oh this is definitely working.” You said in a low voice.

“What?” Peter played dumb.

“What?” You said and finally tore your eyes away from his arms long enough to look into his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked innocently as he folded his arms, drawing more attention to them.

“Everything’s great. I gotta go. Thanks for the water.” You said and turned to leave.

“You’re the one who brought me water. And what’s the rush? I haven’t seen you all day. Come here.” Peter laughed as he caught your arm.

“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t want to hug me. I’m riddled with…riddles.” You struggled to come up with a lie and took a step away from him.

“Come on. Bring it in.” Peter said and opened his arms to you.

“If you insist.” You immediately folded and rushed into his arms. As soon as you felt his arms wrap around you, your knees felt weak and your heart beat out of your chest.

“Never let me go.” You sighed against his chest.

“What was that?”

“I said how did training go?” You quickly lied and pulled out of the hug.

“Pretty good. Soon enough, I’ll be able to beat Thor at our next arm wrestling match. But I’m definitely gaining strength. Watch this.” Peter smirked before picking up the water bottle before putting it between his bicep and squeezing it until the cap popped off. You jumped when the cap flew off and let out a little whimper.

“Cool huh?” Peter asked you.

“God I wish that was me.” You whispered.

“Did you say something?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Oh, okay. I think my biceps are definitely getting bigger. What do you think?” He asked and turned slightly so you could feel his bicep. Your eyes flickered between his arm and his face several times to see if he was serious.

“You want me to touch it?”

“Yeah. Just to see if it’s gotten bigger or firmer.”

“Okay. Let me see.” You smiled weakly and put a hand on his bicep. You felt like the biggest cliche in the entire world but you didn’t care. You knew if you left your hand there for any longer you’d never be able to take it off.

“Feels good.” You said lowly. “Feels big and…firm.”

“Really?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Like a perfectly pumped up bicycle tire.” You whispered as shivered went down your spine.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” You said and quickly withdrew your hand.

“Oh, weird. I thought I heard something. Anyway, I’m hoping to get them even bigger.” Peter said and flexed his arm again.

“Uh huh. Good plan. Gotta go. Bye!” You said and quickly ran out of the room.

“Oh. Okay. Bye!” Peter called after you.

You made it outside the training room but didn’t walk away. Instead. You took out your phone, pressured record, and slowly leaned into the doorway to film Peters workout.

“This is normal behavior.” You whispered to yourself as you watched him do push-ups through the recording.

“You’ve entered your Joe Goldberg era I see.” Shang Chi said from behind you, making you jump.

“Ah! What? I don’t even know who that is.” You said and quickly hide your phone.

“You haven’t seen You?”

“I looked in the mirror like ten minutes ago. Why? Do I have lipstick in my teeth?” You asked and rubbed your teeth.

“Not you you. The show You. It’s about a dude who stalks women and then kills them. But he’s also very likable and charming and I often root for him even though if he was real he’d probably hit me over the head with a rock and burry me behind a Starbucks.” Shang Chi explained.

“Huh?”

“Do I have to worry about you killing Peter?” He asked you with genuine concern.

“No. I’m just a normal teenage girl with a normal teenage crush.” You said simply.

“Aren’t you in your 20s?” He frowned.

“I have to go.” You said quickly and ran to your bedroom. You shut your door and sighed before pulling out your phone. You watched the video you had taken of Peter and grimaced.

“This was not very cool and mysterious romantic interest of me.” You sighed and deleted the video.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” Peter asked as he knocked on your door. You panicked as he started to open the door and stayed behind it instead of moving out of the way.

“Are you in here?” Peter called out, making you slid out from behind the door.

“Hey.” You said with an awkward smile.

“Hey. What were you doing back there?” Peter chuckled and shut your bedroom door. He had a shirt on this time, but it was a skin tight grey tank top that left little to the imagination.

“It’s a girl thing.” You said with a wave of your hand.

“Oh, okay.” He smiled. “Do you think we could talk about something?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I feel like things have been a little….weird between us lately. Maybe not weird, but different? Have you felt that too?”

“Yeah. I know what you’re talking about. And I know what it is. It’s my fault.” You sighed and sat on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked and took a seat beside you. You picked at your nail polish to avoid making eye contact but were extremely aware of his arms brushing against yours.

“Ever since the arm wrestling match, I have made a personal self discover.” You said without looking at him.

“Which is?”

“That I wanna chew on your arms.”

“Come again?” Peter asked and leaned his ear towards you.

“Ugh. I’m such a freak.” You groaned and covered your face with your hands. “I have no right to objectify you like this. I just didn’t realize you were packing so much ammunition in your guns.”

“So this has been about my arms the whole time?” Peter played dumb.

“Yeah. I can’t stop staring at them no matter how hard I try. They’re like the most perfect pair of avocados. I just want to slice them open and eat the insides with a spoon.”

“You had me and then you lost me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m such a weirdo. I shouldn’t have been looking at you like that.” You said with a guilty frown. Peter felt bad for toying with you all this time and let out a sigh.

“It’s not your fault. I kinda figured you had a thing for my arms so I’ve been purposefully showing them off.” He admitted.

“You have? Why?”

“To get you to notice me.” He said without looking into your eyes.

“I always notice you.” You chuckled like it was obvious.

“You do?” He asked as a blushed spread across his face. You looked at Peter for a second before getting an idea.

“Do you want a rematch of our arm wrestle?” You asked and placed a pillow on your lap so you could balance your elbow on it.

“Now? I guess so.” Peter frowned in confusion but took your hand with his opposite one.

“You ready?”

“Ready.” Peter nodded. You started to press against each other hands and once Peter was fully distracted, you leaned across your hands and kissed him. Peters arm went limp as he kissed you back and brought his free hand to cup your face. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his as you both laughed shyly.

“Hey. I won.” You realized once you saw your hand was on top of Peters pinned hand.

“Nah.” He smiled. “I did.”

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emilyparkerholland · 6 months

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Hello friendo I have a request: one where peter and the reader are best friends as well as avengers and she gets asked out on a date. Peter gets jealous and tries to convince her not to go and she’s like “why not” and they kinda yell at eachother but finally peter goes “Because I love you!” And they end up making out, maybe even some smut

(Peter Parker x avenger!reader)

Warning: language, smut, angst

A/N: High-key tried making this OG and not like every other jealous Peter fic, cuz those r cringy af!! And sorry if this is longer then it was supposed to be ;)

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“I should’ve bitch slapped him.” You said, making MJ, Ned and Peter laugh.

“Why didn’t you then?” Ned said as he took a bite out of the somewhat decent school sandwich.

“Cuz Tony said not too.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Why do you and Peter listen to him like he’s your dad?” MJ asked making you and Peter look at each other and just shrug. Ned and Mj were the only two people that knew about your secret, and many times during lunch was just spent talking about missions from last night.

“How’d you get that bruise?” MJ asked pointing at the small bruise on Peters right cheek. That’s when you started laughing.

“What?” Ned said laughing because of how much your laughing. Peter looked down at his sandwich as his cheeks started to heat up.

“That happened after the mission, Peter decides to try and lift Thor’s hammer, and he hooked his hand around the handle, but Thor was already in the quinjet and he held his hand out so the hammer can come back to him, and like I said before Peter had his hand in the handle so he-“

“Flew with it!” MJ continued the story, now her and Ned joining in the laughter.

“And it was in Thor’s hand, Peters face hit his armor.” All three of you started laughing, as Peters cheeks were pink and he was rubbing the bruise embarrassed but okay because it was just his friends.

As you three laughed, Peter couldn’t help but look at your big smile, your eyes sparkling, your hair effortlessly hanging on your shoulders and the sound of your laugh. He’s just waiting for the time. He doesn’t want to ruin anything between the two of you. However that was one huge ass mistake.

“Hey.” Your laughs quieted down, all four of you looking to your right. And there stood Luke Ringwald.

“Hey?” Ned answered, as you and Mj stared at Luke, making Peter raise an eyebrow. You both usually talked about him during lunch, you both had English with him and you had History with him as well.

“I just wanted to ask y/n something…” he said a little hesitantly because of the way all of you are watching him. As for Peter, his jaw was clenched tight.

“Me- yea sorry- ok shoot.” You said quickly, making Mj laugh, which you elbowed her (not to hard) back.

“I just wanted to know if your free Today at 7?”

“I am, why’re you asking?” You said, a small smile creeping at the side of your lips.

“Would you want to go on a date with me? At 7? Today?” Yup that was it, your face was in a full blown smile, and you were looking at MJ who had the same smile. She nodded her head for you, which you copied, finally being able to speak again.

“Yes-Yea, ok.” He smiled back.

“Ok , I’ll shoot you a text.” He said, adding a wink at the end and going back to his table. You sat there frozen for what felt like an hour until MJ brought you back to the land of the living.

“Did that just happen?” You said looking at Mj with big eyes.

“YES!” You were never one to get obsessed over a date because you’ve only ever been asked once. But this was Luck Ringwald, the Luke Ringwald, the fucking high school guy that everyone has a crush after the first two hottest guys everyone wants.

“What’s the big deal about him?” Ned asked a little upset as well, not for himself but for Peter. He knew Peter had a huge crush on you.

“Whats the big deal?!” You repeated shocked.

“He’s only really hot and those muscles DAMN!” Mj said making you laugh.

“He’s a jerk.” Peter mumbled, as he played with his food. You and Mj looked up, quirking a brow.

“And why’s that?” You asked teasingly. Peter rolled his eyes looking up at you.

“Because he just is, everyone knows it.” Peter said sternly. You and Mj looked at each other confused, usually Peter wasn’t this serious.

“You’ve never even talked to the guy.” You said, Peter didn’t bother listening, only giving his food to Ned.

“I don’t have to talk to him to know if he’s a jerk or not, I have to go now.” Peter said, standing up and grabbing his bag and turning around. You looked up confused, as MJ felt the tension between the two of you.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” You said annoyed at how Peter’s acting. Peter heard what you said, spinning on his heel, and placing his palms flat on the table, leaning close to your face, making you suck in a breath.

“Does it make sense that he’s only talked to you twice this whole year, and the second time was now, huh?” Peter’s words were laced with hatred, and it made you lean back at bit. You stared at Peter, your eyes looking dead into his, and that’s when you felt someone standing next to you.

“Is everything alright here?” It was Luke. Peter rolled his eyes, moving away from you, a looking at Luke who stood still, his arms crossed on his chest. Peter knew he could take the guy, right then there, but he didn’t care too.

“Everything is just fine.” Peter spat, turning away from your table, and heading out the cafeteria doors. Everyone huffed putting their phones down, they wanted a fight, but today wasn’t it.

The rest of the school day went by pretty slowly. Peter had been quiet in all his classes, his head down most of the time or sketching in his book. That was until you’ve had a enough of it. The bell had rung and Ned and Mj were waiting for you and Peter outside of the school. However Peter just walked past you guys, making you roll your eyes.

“Talk to him.” Ned said.

“I don’t even know what I did to get him so mad.” You said, looking to your right, where Peter had run off too.

“Then tell Tony Stark, bet he’d shape him up.” Mj joked, making you let out a small laugh.

“Yea. I’ll see. You guys still coming over tomorrow right?” You said, already starting to walk backwards.

“Obviously.” Mj said.

“Is Shuri gonna be there? She said we’d build real life lightsabers the next time she comes!” Ned said excitedly.

“I told her, she said she’ll be a little late cuz she has to get past her brother, I’ll text you guys later.” You answered.

“Ok cya!” You waved, turning around and running in the direction where Peter was heading. It was Friday so he was staying over at the compound, as for you, you’ve been living there since you were nine. Peter had gotten really far, you found him ten minutes later, hands dung into his pockets, his head down and jaw clenched.

You quickly picked up the speed, until you were next to him, making him look up, he then turned back around, his body tensing.

“What’s up?” You said, Peter just shrugged. “Are you seriously still mad at me?” You said, insensitively making Peter’s blood boil.

“Yes I’m still mad!” Peter raised his voice, making your fists clench.

“Why the fuck are you mad?!” You said, but Peter just picked up the speed, going up the steps of the compound quickly.

“I told you why.” He said rolling his eyes, when he heard you catching up to him. However, he quickly got inside the compound not bothering to hold the door open for you. You were fuming now. You swing the glass door open, following Peter.

“You didn’t tell me anything!” You yelled, catching the attention of the workers.

“Yes I did!” Peter yelled over his shoulder, going to the elevator.

“Cuz he’s supposedly a jerk??” You were really mad now. Peter got in the elevator, and before he could close the doors you slipped in quickly.

“You don’t know anything about him!” Peter yelled, you stood in front of each other.

“And you do!” You yelled back, making Peter groan loudly.

“Are you fucking blind?!” Peter yelled back.

The elevator went down to the common room, where everyone happened to be. And before the doors even opened, everyone could hear the yelling.

“What the-” Before Sam could finish his sentence, the elevator doors opened, and you and Peter stood there, yelling.

“Fuck you Peter!” You yelled, walking out of the elevator.

“Fuck me? Fuck you! I’m trying to help you!” He yelled, now following you.

“Should we do something?” Bucky asked.

“I’d rather not, they’re teenagers, hormones all over the place.” Clint said.

“They’ll probably kiss and make up.” answered Sam, making Steve snap his head to him.

“There together?!” Steve asked shocked, making Sam, Clint and Bucky laugh.

“Your telling me you haven’t seen the way y/n looks at him, or how Peter is always gushing about her when she’s not here, or um the sexual tension.” Sam said.

“What? No, t-there just teenagers though.” Clint patted Steve’s back.

“It’s a lot to take in, just don’t think about them getting at it.” Clint said.

“I was never thinking about that but now I am!” Steve said, shaking his head in disgust.

Peter followed you to your room, making you even more mad.

“I don’t need your fucking opinions Peter!” You said throwing your bag on the floor.

“I don’t care, I’m gonna say whatever I want, fucking freedom of speech!” Peter yelled back. And that was the last straw, you picked up the nearest thing (your chem textbook) and threw it at Peter. His body went on autopilot, ducking quickly and letting it hit the wall. He stood back up looking at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled in shock. You rolled your eyes.

“Your fine, chill.” You answered making Peter slam your door shut.

“This is bullshit.” He said.

“What you being an asshole?” You said, kicking your shoes off.

“No. You going on this date.” Peter said.

“Why? What’s so bad about me going on this date? huh Peter answer me that-”

“Because I’m in love with you!” Peter yelled frustrated. His mind finally caught up to what he blurted out, and so did yours.

“What?” Your voice was no longer loud, but more of a quiet whisper.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for long a time now.” Peter said, running his hand through his curls. You shook your head ‘no.’

“Stop lying to me Peter, at least have a little respect for me and don’t lie.” You said, that made Peter pissed. He finally gained the courage to tell you his feelings and this is your reaction. He took a few steps towards you.

“I’m not lying.” He said, his voice getting louder.

“Yes you are! I don’t need this right now, especially from you!” You said, making Peter even more pissed. He finally stood directly in front of you, his chest heaving.

“I’m not lying, I love you. I love you so much.” He said, his voice pleading.

“Then prove it.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Prove it? What is this some kind of rom-con? How do I prove it?” Peter asked confused out of his mind now.

“Fuck rom-coms. Kiss me Peter. If you love me so much, let’s see you kiss m-” Before you could finish your sentence, Peter’s hands were cupping your cheeks, his lips against yours. You were taken aback, but not a second later, you kissed back. Peter had been dreaming about this moment so many times. He melted into the kiss. You held his wrists, as you opened your mouth. Peter let his tongue slip in, moving with yours. Your bodies then started to move on their own.

Peter walked you back against the bed, until the back of your legs hit the edge. You moved to the middle of the bed, as Peter came between your legs, dipping his head to capture your lips once again. Your hands were tangled in his curls, as you sighed into the kiss. Peter pulled away gradually, kissing your jaw, and going across your neck. Your body ached for him, tugging his hair when he found your sweet spot.

“Peter.” you let out a soft moan of his name, making Peter smile against your skin.

“Tell me what you want baby.” Peter said, sucking hickies on your neck. You could feel how damp your panties were, and your hips bucked slightly .

“Take my clothes off Peter, I want you.” You practically begged, making Peter hard. Peter obliged, tugging your Pink Floyd t-shirt above your head, throwing it somewhere in the room. His lips were attached to the tops of your breasts, licking above the thin bra, where it covered your nipple.

“Can I take it off?” Peter asked, hot breath against your skin, looking up making you notice how blown with lust they were.

“Everything Pete, take everything off.” You said. And Peter nodded, first lifting his shirt above his head and throwing it to side. The moment made him feel heated and his dick was hard and he couldn’t control his strength, quickly ripping off your bra. You gasped in surprise as Peter dropped it on the floor. You gasped once more when his lips dove to your breasts, sucking on your nipple. Peter massaged your other breast with his hand pinching the bud.

Your back arched, tugging his hair harshly. Peter hummed around your breast, making you moan softly. Peter left hickies on and around your breast, now going down your body. You had never expected Peter to be this skilled. His tongue went down your body, licking and sucking your hip, making you squirm and moan. Peter bit his bottom lip, as he unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down and off your body, your panties following right after. Peters head was between your legs. He licked the inside of your thighs and sucked hickies, making your hips buck.

“Peter cmon, please.” Peter smirked, he’s never heard you beg, ever. And now your here, naked, legs open for him, and waiting for his move.

“Anything for you,” Peter said, his hot breath hitting your pussy making you clench around nothing. And not a second later his fingers spread your folds, his tongue licking up. Your head fell back, a small whine leaving your legs. Peter sucked harshly on your clit, making you grasp his curls and buck your hips into his face. Peter let his tongue go into your core, making you gasp.

“Pete!” Your pussy was grinding on his face, your arousal all over his lips and chin. Peter bobbed his head, his tongue flicking and his nose pressing against your clit. Peter let his hand massage your breasts, pinching at the bud. Finally you got close.

“P-pete ‘m so close-“ but before you could feel your orgasm, Peter slipped his tongue out, licking your clit, and brought his head up. “Peter!” You whined. You were so close. Peter laughed, his tongue cleaning around his mouth.

“Patience.” He said. And you could see the bulge in his jeans. Peter moved up your body. Licking your breasts once again. The guy really seemed to have a favorite part. And finally his face was merely inches away from yours. “Your the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He said quietly, making shivers go up your spin.

“Peter,” You said, your hot breath fanning on his face. Peter smiled, capturing your lips in his. You opened your mouths, your tongues in each other’s mouths. Peter began to grind his boner against your dripping core, making you both moan.

Your hand went down his body, unbuckling his jeans, then slipping your hand inside. You stroked his length above his boxers making him whine.

“So needy.” You said as Peter attacked your neck.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me y/n.” Peter whimpered when you squeezed his cock. You smiled at his begging, your hand going into his boxers, and stroking up his cock. Your thumb moved around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had collected there. His hips subconsciously bucked into your hand.

“Gonna give you what you want.” You said, and not long after, you pushed Peter back, making him fall to your side, you didn’t waste anytime, going on top and straddling him. Peter eyes were blown with lust. Your tugged his jeans and boxers down his legs, throwing them to the side. You brought your hand up to Peters mouth, letting him lick your palm. You brought your hand back down pumping his cock, making him grasp the bedsheets next to him. Then you took him in your mouth.

“Baby!” Peter moaned when his tip hit the back of your throat. You moved your head, swirling your tongue around his tip, sucking his cock. Peter couldn’t help, but run his hand through your hair, occasionally bucking his hips. You hummed around his length, making him groan in pleasure.

“Feel so good baby, Oh! Y/n y/n get up.” He said, making you pull away. A string of spit from your mouth, connected to his shaft made him twitch. He brought his thumb down to your lips, swiping it away. “Get up for me baby.” You did as he said, climbing back up his body. Your pussy right on his pelvis, subconsciously grinding on him, your arousal all over him. Peter brought you down, kissing you once again. “Wanna ride me baby?”

“Mhm.” You said nodding your head. Peter smiled, he never saw you as being this obedient during sex, especially with him. You were always the leader, taking charge, and technically you are on top, but he loves how you’ll do anything at this moment. Peter held your hips as you held his cock, pressing it against your clit. “Fuck Peter.” You moaned, making Peter bite his bottom lip.

You slowly snuck down, his cock filling you up. Your palms on his chest, letting out a moan when he bottomed out. You then began to ride him. Going up and down his length, your boobs bouncing every time. Peter held your ass, helping you move on him.

“Fuck baby, so hot riding me.” Peter said, as you moaned.

“Peter, keep talking.” You moaned, as you moved faster on him. Usually people don’t like talkers, but you loved knowing how good your making Peter feel, and you somewhat have a low-key praise kink.

“Feel so good around me, my cock making you feel this good.” You moaned louder, and Peter felt you clench around him. He bent his knees, planting his feet, starting to thrust up.

“Peter!” You moaned loudly, leaning forward letting Peter kiss you. Peter brought a hand down, rubbing your clit quickly, sending a jolt through your body.

“Cmon baby, Cmon y/n, gonna cum?” Peter said, thrusting up harder, hitting your spot.

“ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum P!” You moaned, leaning your forehead against his, your hands on either side of his head, holding his curls. Finally with one more thrust, your mouth hung open, and your orgasm came over you.

Peter watched your high with blown eyes. He moved quicker, his thrusts growing sloppier. You encouraged him on, sucking hickies and kissing his neck. Finally Peter felt his high. He lifted your hips of him. His cock between your bodies as cum came shooting out of his tip. Peter moaned louder, when he felt your hands wrap around him, and pump him faster, letting everything out.

When he finally came down from his high, his body was full of sweat, and a mess of his cum and yours on him and some between your legs. Peter smiled when he opened his eyes and they were locked with yours. Yours hands moved up his chest, feeling his abs under your fingertips. You let you body rest on top of his, not caring about the mess. His arms wrapped around your torso, your body flush against his. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck, kissing it softly.

“I’ve loved you for awhile too, but I didn’t think it’d turn into anything so that’s why I said yes to that date. To get over you.” You mumbled against his neck. Peter moved his head away, making you look up at him.

“So does that mean we’re together?” He asked with a smile tugging on his lips.

“Mhm.” You said making Peter smile. His fingertips grazed your back, as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Not to seem jealous or anything but are you gonna call him and tell him not to pick you up.” Peter said making you laugh. You kissed his shoulder sitting up on him, as he handed you your phone.

“Your really somethin Peter Parker.” You said looking up from your phone to see a smiling Peter.

“I’m one of a kind.” He said with a wink. You laughed nodding your head. You scrolled through your contacts finding his name, and clicking the phone icon. Your not a jerk so obviously your gonna call and not text. Peter traced shapes on your bare thighs, smiling at the feeling of your warm skin on his.

“Hey, Luke, it’s me. Y/n.” …. “I’m sorry but I’m not gonna be able to go on that date with you.” … “no it’s not the time or anything, it’s just, I’m with someone. Well when you asked me out I wasn’t, it’s been an on and off thing with him.” …. “Yea ok, sorry again.” You hung up the phone tossing it to the side. Your eyes locked with Peters who was smiling big.

“On and off thing?” You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, I had to make something up.” You defended making him laugh.

“Nono I think it’s perfect.” You hummed in response, your fingers tracing his abs.

“I like seeing you on top of me.” Peter said with a cheeky grin.

“Is that so?” You teased, bending down to kiss the side of his lips.

“Yea, seeing your pussy drip down on me, and your tits all out in front of me. And god you look so beautiful with your hair to the side, and your face glowing-“

“It’s sweat Peter.” You said, you cheeks turning red at his compliments.

“I know, but you still look gorgeous as ever. And all these marks I put on you.” Peter said biting his lip.

“Your such a romantic P.” You said, kissing his jaw.

“And I know you love it.” He said closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling.

“Low key do.” You said, now moving your hips. Peter exhaled as he began to grow hard again.

“So horny baby.” He said reaching a hand around, rubbing your clit. You nibbled on his earlob as he worked his fingers.

“Just for you.” You said, making Peter smile. He quickly grabbed his shirt from the side of the bed, wiping the mess, and then flipping you guys over so he was on top.

“Gonna go again?” He asked sitting on his knees and pumping his cock. You bit your lip.

“Only if your up for it.” You said, making Peter smile widely.

“Hell yea!”

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emilyparkerholland · 6 months

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Needy

summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions

cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter

a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH

you were a nervous wreck

peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.

it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.

you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.

it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.

“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.

however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.

“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.

“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.

“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.

“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.

tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.

“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.

“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.

“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.

“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.

“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.

and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.

you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.

he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.

what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-

his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.

he was consumed with the thought of you

“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.

“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.

“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.

“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.

“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;

he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.

he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.

he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.

he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.

“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.

“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.

“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.

he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.

he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.

he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.

he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.

“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.

“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.

“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.

“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.

“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.

your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.

“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.

he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.

“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.

“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.

though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.

his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.

“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.

at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.

that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.

“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.

the next morning

“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.

“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.

a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night

“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came

“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.

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emilyparkerholland · 6 months

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Tony chasing Peter after finding everything in his lab (including the furniture) webbed to the ceiling

Running into the common room looking for him:

Tony: “PETER! TELL ME WHY-“

Peter hiding in the vents: *whispering* “ain’t nothin but a heartacheeeee”

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emilyparkerholland · 6 months

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Peter: Did you know I can tell the time just by looking at the stars?

Tony: Really?

Peter: Yeah, Ben taught me, wanna see?

Tony: Definitely

Peter: Alright

Peter: [looks up at the stars]

Peter: Its nighttime

Tony: Oh fuck off

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emilyparkerholland · 7 months

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Professor Peter Parker

Summary: The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!

Warnings! 18+ ONLY! This is some of the filthiest smut I have ever written and posted on here yet. Female reader and pronouns, Age gap (everyone is of legal age, Peter is a very young Professor), Oral (F + M Receiving), Dirty Talk (so much fucking dirty talk), praise kink, edging, P in V, Peter Parker (YES he does need his own warning), One Night Stand... or is it?, ITS SEX PEOPLE, JUST STRAIGHT UP SEX WITH A LITTLE PLOT FOR ADDED TENSION AND POW!

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Consider this my formal application piece for the literary prostitutes society. There are no words for this, so I'm just gonna type/sing Don't Lose Your Head from Six. "Sorry not sorry but what I said, I'm just tryin' to have some fun..." But seriously though this was so self indulgent and I can't believe this came out of me. It's very much giving Aria and Ezra in Pretty Little Liars but older and much more Peter Parker. Also I am really sorry about if the tense keeps changing, I sometimes have a problem with finding my rhythm and I really cba to spend the time working it all out and changing it.

First day of college. Standard level of nerves for a first day. Are you running on just a couple hours of sleep? Sure. Still a little tipsy from last night? Okay, yeah, maybe just a little, but that’s a good thing right. Takes the edge off. But then again numbers and science had never let you down before. You can do physics. You’ve got this.

You took a deep breath, hand hesitating on the door handle. ‘This is the first day of the rest of your life.’ You said to yourself, breathing deeply.

You found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room. Not so eager you were at the front but you also didn’t want to hide away in the back. That and you were pretty sure you were due for an eye test and if you sat any further back you wouldn’t be able to read the board. You got out your notepad, flipping open to the first page, your fingers smoothing across the fresh paper comfortingly. You reach for a fresh pencil from the novelty pack your Mom had bought you especially for your first week, knowing you prefer the feel of writing in pencil than pen, the ink always getting smudged on your hand from your messy scrawl. You pluck the one with tiny zebra all over it from the clear case before placing it back in your bag. Your fingers drum the back of the pencil on your page nervously as you wait. You tried not to overthink things as your stomach began to churn. Had you really turned up this early? You took a quick look around the room at the other 5 people who had actually been there before you. ‘Hey,’ you reasoned to yourself, ‘at least you weren’t as early as them.’

You yawned. Damn you were tired. Although you had this early class, when your new room mate suggested you go out with the guys who lived across the hall you couldn’t say no. To be fair, it had been a good night all considered. You had met some new people, exchanged a few numbers, agreed to go to the end of semester drama club performance even though the term had only just started, drank way too many jello shots, got snuck into a local bar and then ended up going home with a tall brunette with the softest yet devious brown eyes you had ever seen who completely rocked your world.

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat as you thought back to his head between your legs. The lewd moans he’d pulled from your lips echoing around your brain. It sent a fresh new wave of arousal straight to your core.

‘Not the time or place.’ you berated, instead forcing your mind back into the classroom and the task at hand. ‘Physics of Matter with Professor Peter Parker. He was probably middle aged’ you thought to yourself. It was always the case with classes like these, middle aged men finally leaving the lab for the first time after finally completing their life's work, now relenting to their wife’s begging to spend more time with the family. Or older men with white hair, wrinkles and tweed, desperately holding on to their independence, understimulated by the idea of retired life when all that knowledge of matter and the universe was rattling around their brains. ‘Young hot professors were only to be found in the movies or on TV’ you daydreamed as you tried to distract yourself from the growing pit of nerves in your stomach.

You check your phone every few seconds as other students file into the room, finding their own seats as you count down the minutes. 5 minutes… 3 minutes… 2 minutes… 1 minute… … He’s late… 1 minute past… 2 minutes past… 3 min-

“Okay, okay, settle down!” A voice called out as the classroom door opened, far younger than she expected and slightly familiar. “Welcome to Physics of Matter,” the voice continued as he made his way towards the board, picking up a bit of chalk and lifting it to the board as he spoke, “I am Professor Parker, but please,” he said dropping the piece of chalk back onto the little shelf at the bottom of the board, “call me Peter.” He said finally turning around.

SHIT!

DOUBLE SHIT!

You dip your head towards your page as you sink a little bit down in your seat. Hopefully he won’t notice. ‘FUCK!’ your head was suddenly screaming as all those memories of the night before flooded your brain again. His messy hair. His naked body. The way he had moaned into your cunt- FUCK!

You subtly glanced around the room from your head's dipped position. This had to be some new prank show right. There’s no way this happened in real life. There had to be cameras. He’s an actor right? Ashton Kutcher was about to burst through the classroom door shouting “YOU’VE BEEN PUNK’D” any second followed by the actual Professor Parker, right? Right?

“Now I’m not gonna ask you to get your books out this lesson,” he began to say playfully, his voice carrying around the room as he walked back and forth in front of his desk surveying his new class. “Today is about you getting to know me and me just going over all the things we are gonna be covering over the course of our year together.” He said, talking a lot with his hands. “As much as I’d love to start getting into equations with you, I’ve learnt that that tends to be futile during our first lessons. I mean, just by a show of hands, who went out drinking last night?” Professor Parker asked and a shower of hands across the room went up, Peter’s gaze scanning across the faces of the raised hands as he continued, “Keep your hand up if you’re still a little bit drunk-” his voice cut off as his eyes finally landed on you, his own oh shit face befalling him.

You felt your skin crawl as people lowered their hands and began following his gaze to you. You moved your hand up to your face as you sank down in your seat further. ‘Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring!’

8 HOURS EARLIER

“I couldn’t help but see you staring.” He said as he sidled up to you. ‘Holy fuck’ he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, perfectly messy brown hair and the most delicious biceps (not too big) that were flexing under the cuffs of his fitted T-shirt you really just wanted to wrap your fingers around and squeeze. Damn. “Is she okay?” He said turning to your friend.

“Yeah she’s just-“ your roommate started before nudging you and breaking you from your hypnotised gaze on this absolute Adonis of a man. “She thinks you’re really hot!” she shouted over the music to him.”

He raised his eyebrows as he gave a small chuckle, flattered, as you cringed. They both laughed at you. “Do you wanna dance?” he asked as he took your hand.

“Yes, she does!” your friend said, pushing you off your stool. His other hand comes out to steady you as you almost slam into his chest. You blush before turning to give your roommate a death stare.

He flashed one of those charming smiles again before he began to guide you away from her and to the dance floor. His hand doesn’t leave yours as he starts to bop and bounce, easing you both into the music. You slowly relax, smiling as a giddy feeling churns in your stomach, as you begin to bop with him to the music.

The music swells and he gives you a twirl under his arm before he pulls you closer to him. “So have you got a name or am I supposed to refer to you as flower for the rest of the night?”

You frown. “Why Flower?”

“Isn’t that the name of the skunk in Bambi who is all quiet and has those big eyes and blushing cheeks and-”

“Don’t call me Flower.” you quickly say, slightly embarrassed by the way you had gone all goo goo eyed and helpless over him.

“Okay, then what can I call you?”

You hesitate for a second as you think about giving him your real name but what would be the fun in that, especially if this only turned out to be a one night stand. “Trouble.”

He laughs, his head dipping to hide his amusement. “Is that so?” he says from beneath his lashes. “Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it, you can call me Professor Brat Tamer, Professor for short.”

You feel your arousal soak your panties the moment he says it, the words going straight to your core. What have you gotten yourself in for? It’s like he knows too from the way he’s smirking. He turns you, pulling you back into him, his hands resting on your hips as he begins to grind himself against your ass. “Now, are you gonna be a good student?” he coos against your ear only loud enough for you to hear. “Or are you gonna be like your namesake says and cause me a whole lot of trouble?”

He can feel the way you relax your body back against him, your eyes closing as you relish in the feeling his words elicit in you.

You smirk as you look back at him, “I’m sorry Professor, but you may have your work cut out for you.”

An hour and a half later he’s pulling you into his apartment, your back slamming hard against a wall of exposed brick as your mouth latches onto his. Both of you had done so well keeping your hands to yourself the whole way back, but the moment you got through the door it was like a starting pistol had gone off, both of you suddenly in a race for pleasure.

You moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between your teeth. You can taste his final Jack and Coke he had had before you left. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth is suddenly moving across your jaw and down your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing you slightly in his hunger for you.

“God Trouble, you sound so fucking pretty.” he coos against your chest, his hand moving to paw at your breast, bunching it up to spill over the top of your dress as he leaves wet kisses across the skin.

Your fingers wrap around his messy tresses as you pull his head back up so you can connect your mouth with his again, a small growl escaping his lips at the slight pain. You kiss him messily, both of you breathing heavily before you push him back, allowing you room to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor. Your fingers immediately begin to fight with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking sending arousal straight between your own legs.

“Fuck.” He pants as he looks down at you, his hand reaching to cradle either side of your face as you pull down his jeans and his boxers in one swift pull. “Uh, baby, baby, baby.” he coos as you take his length into your mouth and immediately begin to work your tongue up and down his cock.

His fingers move away from your face, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and you watch as he pulls it up and over his head, exposing the rest of his body to you. Fuck he really was gorgeous. “Oh my god.” he cried out when you began to swallow his length down your throat, your nose pressing to his pelvic bone. “Uh,” he said, his head tipping back, “she’s not trouble, she’s fucking perfect.” he says as he drops his head back forward to watch you, his thumb reaching to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

You take his length out of your mouth as you gasp for air and he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. “Come here Trouble.” he says as he takes your face and chin in his hands and lifts you from the floor, pulling your lips back to his as he smashes his mouth into yours.

He begins to kick off his shoes as well as his jeans and boxers that now sit tangled around his ankles as he continues to kiss you, freeing himself so he can lift you up into his arms, your own arms throwing themselves around his neck, as he carries you to his bedroom.

You can’t help but cheekily bite at his lower lip as he stops just before the foot of the bed. “Oh she has some bite does she?” he says against your mouth. Your teeth almost clash together from how close you are as you grin, waiting to see what he’ll do or say next. “Okay,” he says as he pauses a little for dramatic effect, “I can bite back.” he says before throwing you back on the bed.

You let out a small squeal as you're caught by the mattress springs and pillows. You quickly prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see the devilish look on his face as he pulls off your heels before he stalks up the bed towards you. He leans over you, attaching his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding deftly into your mouth and out again with every kiss until his last, when he uses it to suck your lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it. He releases it just as you’re beginning to feel it bruise, his lips instead attaching to your throat as his hands come up to pull down the top of your dress. He had already clocked that you were sans bra from how low the back of your dress was and is even more grateful now he can immediately latch himself onto your nipples, his tongue lapping at the small sensitive nibs, one and then the other.

You moan under his touch, your eyes falling closed as your head tips back, fingers gripping tightly at the covers beneath you. When he looks up at you, keening under his touch, he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Look at me baby.” he softly commands and you oblige, your chin pressing to your chest as you gaze straight into those big brown eyes. It’s the sexiest eye contact you’ve ever held. It’s like he’s fucking you with his eyes as his fingers begin to snake their way up your thighs, lifting the bottom of your dress up to your hips so he can pull down your underwear. He takes one feel of them before saying, “Fuck, trouble, these are soaked.”

You can only nod in agreement, as all words seem to have left your brain. ‘Fuck, he’s so fucking hot’ you think, as he kisses his way down your middle, over your dress until he reaches the hem where he can start kissing at your skin. You sigh, your head falling back again at the sensation of his lips kissing across your hips and then down your thighs.

His fingers spread your legs and he gives a small nip to the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the small feeling of pain, that quickly turns to pleasure, as yet another wave of arousal floods between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.” he says as his finger scoops up the arousal thats begining to drip down your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth. You watch hypnotised as he sucks on his fingers. “Damn, trouble, you tast so fucking good.” he says as he slips his fingers from his mouth. It’s so filthy. He has barely done anything and you’re a fucking goner.

His tongue suddenly crashes between your folds. “FUCK!” you cry out loudly. His fingers trace over your thighs, reaching for your own fingers which you entwine with his. He’s got his eyes closed, savouring every moan, every little gasp he pulls from you.

He can tell you’re getting close from how your cunt begins to grind itself down against his tongue, chasing you’re high, but to allow you to have it would be too easy. He listens closely to your breathing, your moans; one… two… he suddenly moves his mouth away and you want to scream. He playfully nips at the inside of your thigh, almost hard enough to bruise. You really do scream now in frustration. “Told you I could bite.” he says coily as he mumbles against your skin.

He licks another stripe through your folds as if in apology, as if to soothe the sting but his tongue flicks at your sensitive clit before he sucks it hard between his lips and you cry out again. “Mmmm.” he hums against your cunt, “you sound so pretty when you scream like that.”

You want to cry, you are so sensitive and overstimulated but suddenly he’s lapping at your pussy again and you’re melting back into the bed as your muscles begin to relax again with the long slow licks of his tongue.

When you both begin to feel the build of your climax again he doesn’t pull away this time. He lets you have it, your thighs closing around his head, hips bucking off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. He keeps going, his mouth lapping up everything you’ll give him until you're pulling yourself away from him. Tears well in the corners of your eyes from the over stimulation as you pant and whine and rub your thighs together, desperate for the feeling to dissipate. He grabs at your ankles, holding you still as you flop back into the pillows at the top of the bed.

“So good for me Trouble, you’re doing so good.” he says as he crawls up the bed to kiss you.

Although he’s wiped at his mouth, the taste of you still remains and you lick it off every part of his mouth you can reach as he settles himself between your legs.

His hands slide up your thighs before they’re grabbing ahold of your waist and suddenly he’s flipping you, his head crashing into the pillows as you straddle his hips. Your lips race to chase his as you continue to pant breathlessly into his mouth, another flood of arousal soaking between your legs.

His fingers reach for the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off your head, leaving you finally, completely naked before him. “Fuck, trouble,” he moans as his eyes drink you in, “has anyone told you how absolutely fucking perfect you are.” You giggle and blush as you lean down to kiss him. “No. No. Look at me.” he says as he takes your head in his hands and moves you away from him so you have to look at him. He’s giving you that look with his eyes again as he holds your face in place, not allowing you to break eye contact with him for one single moment as he begins to grind his hips up against you, his rock hard cock grinding against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “So fucking perfect.” he repeats. “Now tell me, trouble, how do you want me to fuck you?” You can’t think, your eyes closing as you try to focus your thoughts as his skin drags across your clit teasingly. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “Eyes on me Trouble,” he says, “find your words, tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You shake your head as you close your eyes again, really unable to think. “Options.” you say breathlessly, your eyes flying open, before he can punish you for breaking eye contact again. “Give me options.”

“Okay.” he concedes with a small nod and a smile. “Okay, pretty girl.” he repeats again soothingly as he pulls you back down closer to him, his lips kissing you sweetly and encouragingly, aware he’s over stimulating your brain. “I can fuck you like this.” he says as he looks into your eyes. His hand slowly trails down to wrap around your throat, his other hand still cradling the back of your head as he flips you again. “Or I can fuck you like this.” he says as he continues to slowly grind himself against your sex. “Or,” he says as he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply as he speaks directly into your ear, “I can flip you over and fuck you from behind.” You sigh as his words go straight to your core again.

“The last one.” you say breathlessly as your eyes close.

“MMM.” he hums into your ear as his teeth nip at your jaw, satisfied with your response. He pushes you back into the bed slightly as he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands moving away from your face and you watch him eagerly as you await his next move. He leans over to the bedside table, reaching into the draw for a condom, lazily tugging at his length with one hand whilst he uses his teeth and the other hand to open it up. You’re almost starring as he’s rolling it down the length of his cock, fully taking in his erect size. He smirks when he looks up to notice you nibbling at your lower lip.

“Come here, trouble.” he says before he’s flipping you over, your head finding a comfortable position on the pillow as he lifts your ass into the air.

He slides his fingers down your opening before placing two fingers slowly inside you, stretching you out and you let out another breathy moan at the feeling. He pumps them in and out of you a couple more times before he slowly lets them slide out of you, his fingertips dragging agonisingly across your clit before he uses them to pump his cock again a couple times, shifting himself into position.

His fingers grip tightly onto your hips as he lines himself up and slowly pushes himself inside you, your back arching with the stretch, head shifting as you let out another moan of satisfaction into the pillow. “Mmm, let me hear you baby.” he says as his hand removes itself from your hip to reach for the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he turns your head back towards him.

“Fuck.” you hiccup as he pulls himself out little by little before he’s slamming his hips forward against your ass, pushing himself in even deeper.

“Fuck, trouble. So fucking tight for me.”

You lose all ability to speak as he begins fucking into you, slowly building his pace until he’s fucking into you at a wicked speed. You want to scream again, your face screwing up in ecstasy as his cock continuously hits that spot inside you that makes you want to explode. His other hand reaches around for your throat, pulling you back up as he leans over you so he can stick his tongue back into your mouth. It adjusts his angle somehow, making the feeling in your cunt even more intense. Your mouth falls open as he holds it there, you’re panting and moaning into his mouth. “Look at me.” he encourages as his thumb rubs soothingly across your jaw. You can’t help but obliged.

It’s too much. It’s the hottest, most filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You know you’ll never be the same again. Nothing, no one, will ever compare to this. “Please, please, please.” you find yourself repeating as your eyes close again. You’re so close and he knows it because your cunt is constricting like a vice around his cock.

He moves his hand down to circle at your clit between your legs. “Come on, trouble, give it to me,” he coaches, “Fuck, baby!” he snarls against your mouth as he smashes his lips to yours again, pulling at your lips bruisingly.

You pull your mouth away from him, wailing, gasping for breath as your body convulses around him, his pace only slowing slightly to help you ride out your climax. “So good.” he coos, “My trouble, so fucking good for me. Atta girl.”

His pace is steady as he feels you begin to relax again but you’re still so stimulated. You’re surprised he’s still going. “Your turn.” you say to him breathlessly and he smiles. When he doesn’t say anything you decide to push your luck. “How do you want to fuck me?” you coo, now you’re the one who’s eye fucking him.

You watch as he closes his eyes, head falling back. He chuckles then, something low and devious. He suddenly pulls out of you. It makes you feel so empty. You’re about to whine but then he’s flipping you over and pulling your legs together and then over his shoulder as he bends you in half. He lines himself back up with your entrance and slips back in with ease and you gasp as he bottoms out, the position making him hit that devastating spot inside you instantly. He leans all the way over so he can kiss you, his mouth swallowing every moan, gasp and breath that leaves your mouth as he pounds down into you like something fierce.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” you whine as the sensitivity grows too much. His pelvis is slamming against your clit with every thrust. Now you really are crying, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself clamping down on his cock again.

“Oh my god, baby.” he says. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking good. Such a good fucking girl.”

It’s a guttural wail you let loose into the room as you cum and his head dips down as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing even faster as he chases his high. “Stay with me, Trouble,” he says, trying to ground you. He lifts his head, hand reaching for your face, forcing you to look at him. “Just a little bit longer, baby, just a little bit-” but he can’t finish his words. He’s so fucking close. One pump, two- he suddenly stills as he buries himself inside you, his forehead pressing into yours grounding you both as he pumps his seed into the condom inside you. You whine at the feeling of his cock pulsating against the still extremely sensitive spot inside you.

“You did so good.” His voice reassures as he strokes soothingly across your cheek forcing you to look at him as you breathe deeply and heavily in your come down. “So fucking good.” he says as he kisses your forehead before slipping out of you.

With his body no longer crowding you you fully relax back into his sheets, your eyes closing as you try to regulate. You think you might even pass out. You think you may even have blacked out for a second, but you know you haven’t as your eyes fly open and your body jumps at the feeling of a cool damp cloth between your legs.

He watches you content as you suddenly relax once more, the cool washcloth doing wonders to soothe the hot swollen feeling between your legs as he cleans you up. You definitely black out then, completely exhausted.

You are disturbed again a few minutes later, a soft reassuring hand brushing up your legs. “Here.” his voice says softly as he sits on the side of the bed next to you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him so he can pass you a glass of water.

The cold liquid does wonders to help regulate your temperature and you can’t help but stare at him again in wonder as he sits before you in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. He leans over you, kissing the top of your head, breaking you from your sex induced stupor.

“You can stay if you want.” You nod your head, you have no energy to move yet.

“Okay.” he says with a soft smile as he takes the now mostly empty glass from your fingers. “I’m gonna go get you another one of these,” he says motioning to the glass now in his hands, “you go to the toilet, there’s a spare toothbrush under the sink, get yourself ready for bed and when you get back we can cuddle.”

You still have no words, just dociley nod and agree. You wobble slightly as you try to stand, blood rushing back to your limbs and his hand reaches out to steady you. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” You say as you sway slightly and wave him away.

He just chuckles. “Whatever you say, trouble.”

You crawl into bed beside him 5 minutes later, tucking yourself into his side as his arm wraps around you. “You really are Professor Brat Tamer huh?” you joke as you nestle into his bare chest.

“And don’t you know it.” he smiles, pulling you tighter into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.

You wake just after 6am, sneaking from his bed with a smile on your face as you pick up your clothes before doing the walk of shame back to your student halls. The sun is just coming up and the leaves are just starting to change, you can still feel the alcohol in your system as well as the after effects of your orgasms and you know, although you’re tired, today is gonna be a great first day… or was it?

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Is this a one off? I don't know. Is there a lot of room for this to turn into a collection of shorts... yeah, maybe.

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Dick’s

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

synopsis: the only good part of your job at Dick’s Sporting Goods is how often Peter comes in to buy repairs for his suit

Masterlist

“Back so soon?”

“What?” Peter looked up and pulled his earbud out when he heard you say something. You chuckled when you heard the music coming through his earbuds and continued scanning the spandex shirt he was buying.

“You were here two nights ago.” You reminded him. “And four days before that. You’re here all the time, actually.”

“Yeah, I am. How’d you know that?” Peter blushed as you handed him the bag of his stuff. You looked around for anyone who might be listening before motioning for Peter to come closer. His blush deepened and he leaned across the register.

“I work here.” You whispered in his ear. You cracked a smile as you leaned back and pointed to the Dick’s Sporting Goods logo on your uniform shirt.

“Right.” He laughed shyly. “Sorry.”

“It’s all cool. I’m sorry that I work here too.” You shrugged, making Peter laugh again.

“It can’t be that bad, can it?”

“The name of the store is Dick’s.” You said flatly. “And apparently, that’s the only kind of people they hire here.”

“Yeah. I asked someone for help finding the nuts and bolts and he asked if I looked in my mouth.” Peter admitted. Your jaw dropped in surprise before you burst out laughing.

“Who was it?” You asked him. “Did he have red hair?”

“Yeah. In the hardware section.”

“Fucking Jeremy. I’ll kick his ass for you, okay? I’m pretty sure he’s like 13 or something but I’ll still do it.” You said, and Peter couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

“That’s really not necessary.” He laughed shyly.

“All right.” You nodded. “Just know that I would. I’ve been looking for a reason to kick his ass anyway.”

“Why?” Peter wondered.

“Didn’t you see his face? It’s so punchable. Plus, he watches videos in the break room at full volume with no earbuds in. And if he thinks the video is funny, he’ll rewatch it multiple times. So then we all have to hear this loud, unfunny video multiple times. It drives me crazy. He deserves to get his ass kicked. I might do it just for fun now.”

“His face was pretty punchable.” Peter admitted.

“Can we hurry this up? This is taking way too long.” A man behind Peter complained, making your smile fall.

“That’s what she said.” You mumbled as you grabbed Peters receipt.

“To him.” Peter replied. You looked up at him and smiled in surprise.

“Because he’s probably bad at sex.” Peter explained in a weak voice.

“No, I got it. And I appreciated it. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Peter laughed shyly.

“One last question for you. Then I have to help Mr. Clean with his very important purchase of golf ball cleaner.” You said as you nodded towards the guy behind Peter.

“Oh, sure. Ask away.”

“Are you listening to Judas by Lady Gaga?” You asked and pointed to Peters earbuds. He turned red in embarrassment and thought about lying, but you clearly already knew.

“It’s her best song.” He said simply.

“Oh, I know that.” You assured him. “I just wanted to make sure that you know that.”

“Oh, I do.” He matched your tone, making you smile.

“Well all right then. Have a good night. See you really soon probably.” You teased him.

“Yeah. See you soon.” Peter smiled at you as he took his receipt.

Peter practically skipped out of Dicks that night. He frequented the store every time his suit needed a repair and had seen you working there a few times, forever looking miserable behind the cash register. He just never thought you’d notice him too.

A few nights later, Peter busted the eye on his mask while on patrol. He dropped his suit off at home and when to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get something to replace it. When he brought it up to the register to buy and smiled when he saw you.

“Hey.” You smirked at him and blew a bubble with your gum.

“Hey.” He smiled softly at you.

“Gum?”

“What?” He asked. You wordlessly held up a pack of Big League Chew and blew another bubble.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m driving.” He replied without thinking. He felt embarrassed for malign a stupid joke but you cracked up over it.

“I use that joke all the time.” You laughed. “Except I usually say “no thanks, I’m trying to quit.” I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I like yours better.” Peter tried to flirt.

“You can steal it. I won’t mind.” You winked at him and blew another big pink bubble. Peter gulped as you handed him his bag.

“Thanks. Have a good night.”

“You too.” You called after him as he left the store.

He returned a few days later, not that he needed anything. He was here for you this time. He came into the store at night with a plan to learn your name. It wasn’t much, but it was a step towards getting to know you better.

“Hey, Judas Boy.” You waved to Peter from behind the register.

“Hey, Dick’s girl.” He waved back and grabbed some spandex before heading to the register.

“Oh, thank God.” You said sarcastically. “You haven’t bough red and blue spandex shirts in almost a week. I was worried you were going to run out.”

“I almost did. This week has not been easy.” Peter humored you. You smiled when he played along and put his stuff into a bag.

“How come you guys don’t wear name tags?” Peter asked you as he put his plan into action.

“We’re supposed to. We’re also supposed to wear hard shoes and khaki pants.” You said behind your hand and pointed your foot out from behind the register to show him your leggings and crocs.

“I see. Not much of a rule follower?”

“I can be. But not for Dicks. Nothing for Dicks.” You said with such passion he couldn’t tell if you were kidding or not.

“But where else can you find a spandex section like this?” Peter joked and held up his bag.

“Models. Target. Walmart. Patagonia.“ You started to list off.

“Okay, sure.” Peter agreed. “But Dicks is the only one that carries red and blue.”

“Oh, I see. And red is blue is the only kind you can buy?” You chuckled.

“Obviously. What am I supposed to wear? Black?” Peter grimaced, making you laugh again.

“Why do you need all this stuff anyway? I’ve always wondered that. Why could you possibly be doing that you need all this red and blue spandex clothing?”

“Cause I’m Spiderman.” Peter said with a simply shrug. He held his breath and hoped you take that as a joke, which of course, you did.

“That’s hot.” You smirked and handed him his receipt.

“Have a good night.” He told you.

“Night.”

Peter was back just a few nights later. He never actually learned your name, so he technically had an excuse to return. He brought a spandex shirt up to the register and you laughed when you saw it.

“I think you’re single handedly funding our red and blue spandex supply.”

“Really? I’m the only one who buys it?”

“Just you.” You nodded. “My boss said he wasn’t gonna order anymore but I told him that would be making one special customer very unhappy.”

“You told him to order more just for me?” Peter smiled shyly and felt his blush go all the way to his ears.

“Duh.” You scoffed. “I gotta earn that sweet, sweet $15 an hour somehow. Pleasing one specific customer is how I choose to do it.”

“$15 an hour to work by yourself every night is insane. But I don’t even get paid for my job, so I’m not one to talk.”

“What is your job?” You wondered.

“I told you. I’m Spiderman.”

“No, but really.” You laughed. Peter looked down at the spandex and tried to think of any other profession that could explain why he was always buying it.

“I’m a male ballerina.” He said finally.

“For real?” Your eyes widened. “That’s way cooler.”

“Cooler than Spiderman?”

“Hell yeah.” You scoffed. “I’ve never seen Spiderman do a pas de deux.”

“I’ve never seen anyone do a pack de- um…”

“Pas de deux.” You chuckled when he couldn’t say the word.

“Yeah. That.” He blushed again.

“Have a good night then, nutcracker.” You said with a wink.

“Night, Dick‘s girls.”

The next time Peter came into the store, he had to stay away from the spandex section. May was getting suspicious about why he was buying so much when his suit didn’t have any visible damage, so he had to think of something else.

“Gummy worms?” You asked as Peter dropped a bag of sour gummy worms on the counter.

“You sell them. So I’m buying them.” He shrugged. You laughed as you scanned it and looked up at him.

“Do you live around here?”

“About 4 blocks away.” He answered. “Why?”

“Because this is New York. Which means you had to have passed, at the very least, 4 corner stores to get here. All of which sell gummy worms. And yet, you chose to walk all the way to a sporting goods store to get them. Why is that?” You asked as you leaned on the counter.

“I didn’t need spandex tonight.” He admitted as a blush painted his cheeks.

“Then why’d you come out here?” You smirked.

“Because I’m a stalker. And I’m learning your schedule so I can smite you and wear your skin.” He replied without thinking. He held his breath again but was sure you would not find a joke about him killing you to be funny. But to his surprise, you smirked in amusement.

“That’s hot.” You said replied. “Can you cover my shifts for me once you start wearing my skin?”

“Sure.” He shrugged.

“Cool. Enjoy your worms.” You chuckled and handed him his candy. Peter was about to leave when he decided to rip open the bag and hand you a worm.

“For your troubles, madam.” He said, then made a dash for the door. He heard you laughing as he walked out into the street, making it all worth while.

Peter returned to the store the next day but felt his heart sink in disappointment when he didn’t see you behind the register. He turned to leave and jumped when you were standing right behind him.

“Have you ever seen Black Swan?” You asked him.

“What? Jesus Christ. You scared me.” He said and put his hand over his pounding heart.

“You’re a male ballerina, right? You must’ve seen Black Swan.”

“No. I’ve never heard of it.” Peter answered as his eyes darted to the side.

“That was the face of a man who has 100% seen lezzy wet dream scene from Black Swan.” You laughed and pointed to him.

“Maybe once or twice.” His whispered.

“Well I’m going on break now and I was gonna go watch it in the storage room.”

“Oh. That sounds fun.”

“You wanna come?” You asked him like it was the most casual suggestion in the world. Peter looked around to see if any customers or employees were watching before following you into the back. He knew he shouldn’t be walking through a door that said “employees only”, but he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to hang out with you.

“Am I allowed back here?” Peter whispered and stayed close behind you.

“Probably not.” You shrugged and led him to the storage room. You shut the door behind the two of you and sat down on one of the shelves.

“Will you get in trouble?” Peter asked as he took a seat beside you.

“Maybe.” You shrugged again and pulled the movie up on your phone.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble with your manager. I’d feel horrible.”

“Dude, my manger is 17 and high as a kite right now.” You snorted. “He won’t care as long as we don’t interrupt his vape session.”

“Oh. Okay.” Peter relaxed and leaned against the wall. You shoulders were touching and he realized this was the closest you’d ever been.

“Here. I didn’t want to subject you to using a strangers earbuds so I stole this from the front.” You said as you pulled new earbuds out of your pocket. You tore them out of the plastic casing and plugged them into your phone before offering Peter one.

“They’re your favorite colors, right?” You asked in a soft voice. The earbuds were red and blue, the only colors Peter ever bought. They weren’t actually his favorite colors, just the color of his suit, but he thought it was cute that you specifically got this pair thinking he’d like the colors.

“Yeah. Red and blue are great.” He smiled softly and put his earbud in. You put the other in and started the movie. Peter couldn’t pay attention to a single second because the smell of your perfume was triggering all his senses. He stared at you instead of the screen until his eyes landed on the earbuds connecting you.

“I can’t believe you stole for me.” He said with a smug grin.

“Relax. I don’t do it often. But I did also steal these for you.” You said and pulled a pack of gummy worms out of your other pocket. Peters face lit up and he opened the worms before handing you one. Your fingers touched at one point when you both reached for a word and he gulped.

“When did you take these anyway?” He wondered.

“A couple hours ago when I first clocked in.” You replied. “I made sure to wait until I was on the company’s time before I took them. I don’t do anything here until I’m on the company’s time.”

“So you knew you were going to ask me to watch this with you when you first got here?” He asked as a smile crossed his face. You looked up from the movie and sheepishly turned to face him.

“You always come in at this time. And I’ve always wanted to see this movie. I figured you’d like it because you like ballet. Is that weird?” You asked, sounding nervous for the first time.

“No. It’s not weird.” Peter shook his head to assure you. You smiled in appreciation and nodded before turning back to the movie. Peter was able to focus on it now, but couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you.

“I love getting paid to watch gay movies.” You sighed happily as the movie neared its end.

“You need to make money somehow. God, I need a job. I’m gonna go broke from this store alone.”

“You’ve never looked at your receipt, have you?” You chuckled and looked over at him.

“No. Why?”

“Every time you come in here, I only charge you for tic tacs.” You admitted. “No matter what you buy, I just remove the tag and then scan a pack of wintergreen tic tacs.”

“Wait, seriously? Why?” He smiled curiously and turned to face you.

“Because then I can eat the tic tacs without feeling bad about stealing since you paid for them.” You shrugged. “And so that you don’t give all your money to Dick’s Sporting Goods just to fuel your spandex fetish. You only ever spend a dollar or so when you come here. I can’t believe you never realized that.”

“So you’ve been saving me money this whole time? Those shirts are like $15 each.”

“Isn’t that crazy?” You chuckled. “An hour of my work is worth a single, thin shirt. That makes me feel less guilty about never making you pay.”

“You’re really cool for that. Thanks.” Peter said sincerely.

“Yeah, well. I think you’re cool too.” You shrugged and looked down so he couldn’t see your smile. Peter stared at you with a dreamy smile on his face until he noticed the clock behind you.

“How long is your break?” He wondered.

“15 minutes.” You shrugged.

“15 minutes?! We’ve been back for over an hour.” Peter whispered harshly.

“Jeremys got it.” You waved your hand. “I cover for him all the time. He owes me.”

“Okay, good.” Peter sighed. “As long as you won’t get in trouble.”

“Will you stop worrying about me? I’ll be fine. You need to start breaking a few rules every now and then. Do you always do exactly what you’re expected to?”

“You’d be surprised.” Peter mumbled and debated telling you the reason he was always buying red and blue spandex. You noticed he had a far off look in his eyes and moved his chin to make him look at you.

“You never told me your name, by the way.” You said in a soft voice.

“It’s Peter.” He replied as his eyes dropped to your lips. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N!” Jeremey came barging into the m storage room, making you and Peter jump away from each other.

“Oh, there you are.” Jeremy smiled calmly. “Can you help me ring this guy up? He has a coupon but it’s expired.”

“So then he doesn’t have a coupon.”

“I know but he’s being really annoying about it and told me to get the manger but Kyle is vaping and said not to disturb him.” Jeremy whined.

“Damn, still? How long has this kid been vaping for? Are we even sure he’s alive?” Peter asked.

“Wait, who’s that?” Jeremy frowned and pointed to Peter. You and Peter exchanged a panicked look.

“That’s Peter. He works the night shift.” You said quickly.

“I’m Peter. I work the night shift.” Peter nodded in agreement.

“Oh. Okay. I don’t really care. You could’ve been back here smocking crack and sucking dick with a total stranger and I would not have batted an eye. Lord knows I’ve done it. But I do really need your help with the coupon.”

“Ugh. Fine.” You grumbled and got up to go follow Jeremy. Peter got up as well to let himself out.

“See you later, Peter.” You squeezed his arm before heading back to the register. Peter touched the part of his arm where you’d hand had been and smiled softly.

“See you later.”

Peter walked out of the store with a huge smile on his face. But loud noises coming from dumpster behind the store caught Peters attention. He climbed up the wall and walked along the roof so he could scope out what was going on. When Peter saw two guys trying to pick the lock to the back door, he quickly pulled his suit out of his backpack and put it on. He dropped down behind the two guys and cleared his throat when they didn’t hear him.

“Hey guys. I guess you didn’t see the front door. It’s right around the block under the huge, glowing sign that says Dick’s.” Peter said sarcastically. The guys stopped what they were doing and wiped around.

“Woah. It’s the Spiderman.” One of the guys gasped.

“Why do people always say “the” Spiderman?” Peter wondered. “It’s just Spiderman. I was very clear about that when I first started.”

“Let’s get this freak.” The other guy said and started walking towards Peter.

“Before we fight, I should let you guys know that two against one isn’t really fair when the one has web shooters.” Peter said as he raised his fists. His cocky smile disappeared when three more guys came out of the shadows and closed in on him. The five guys took turns punching and kicking Peter until he laid on the ground in a ball. He struggled to catch his breath and coughed up some blood as one of the guys delivered another kick to his stomach. One of them rolled him over and climbed on top of him with his fist raised in the air. Peter accepted his fate and was about to shut his eyes when a hammer, still in its package, came flying through the air and hit the guy in the head. The man grunted in pain and fell off of Peter. This gave Peter enough time to crawl away as more hammers were thrown in the direction of the men. Peter weakly looked up and saw you standing in the doorway with a bunch of hammers in your arms that you were haphazardly throwing at the men.

“Eat my hammer!” You yelled and threw another hammer at the head of one of the guys. Peter let out a weak laugh and clutched his side in pain.

“Dick’s girl?” He asked groggily.

“It’s Y/n.” You reminded him and threw another hammer. This time, one of the guys caught the hammer and started running towards you. Before Peter could get up to protect you, you pulled a bowling ball out from the floor beneath you and threw it at the guy. He was knocked to the ground as you pulled something else behind your bat. When you stepped under a streetlight, Peter as able to see you had taken a lacrosse stick from the store. You whacked one of the guys across the face so hard that he fell to the ground. You swept the leg of another guy, leaving only one standing. Peter held his aching body as you fearlessly walked up to the final goon.

“Spiderman over here is my friend. He’s one of the much, much friendlier Avengers. But not me. I’m fucking mental. I was trained in kung fu for the moment I could walk. I was raised to be a weapon. You don’t want to mess with me.” You said to the man as your rung the lacrosse stick in your hands.

“Oh please. I’ve taken shits bigger than you.” The man sneered and pointed to you. You smirked and caught his finger between your thumb and index finger while keeping your pinky upright.

“You see this? This is called the Wuxi Finger hold. If I bend my pinky, your chi is gonna be so fucked that all the bones in your body will break and half this block will be decimated.” You told him

“You’re bluffing.” He scoffed. “That’s not possible.”

“You wanna find out?” You asked and tightened your grip on his finger. The man’s eyes flicked between your face and his finger as he debated whether or not he believed you.

“This chick is crazy. Let’s get out of here.” The guys finally decided and took off running. The four others groaned as the got up and ran away as well. You sighed and threw the bloody lacrosse stick into the dumpster before looking down at Peter.

“So you’re not a male ballerina?”

“No. I’m Spiderman.”

“That’s not as cool.” You mumbled and bent down to help him sit up fully.

“Can you really break all his bones with one finger?” Peter asked you.

“Huh? Oh, no.” You chuckled. “I stole that shit from Kung Fu Panda. Those ska-douches clearly don’t have good taste in movies so they didn’t even realize.”

“Oh.” Peter smiled weakly. “Well, thanks for saving me.”

“You’re welcome, Peter. Come on.” You winked at him and carefully helped him stand up. You wrapped his arm around you and helped him limp his way into the break room. You raided the sports injury aisle before helped Peter up onto a table.

“Am I allowed to be back here?” Peter asked as he pulled his mask off.

“No one’s gonna know. Kyles vaping in the baseball aisle and Jeremy went home.” You said and set the supplies you had taken down on the table beside him.

“Are you allowed to take those?”

“You are quite a rule follower for the face of illegal vigilanteism, you know that?” You chuckled and opened a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

“I’m actually not a vigilante. I’m on Mr. Starks roster. We have government clearance.”

“Okay. So just tell yourself I have government clearance to steal these supplies.” You told him, making him laugh. You laughed as well and started to clean him up. Peter stared at you fondly as you patched up his wounds.

“I really appreciate you trying to help me, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’m in charge of filling out the inventory catalogues when we get shipments. I can easily make it look like these supplies never existed. Don’t worry, okay? And even if I do get in trouble, it’ll be worth it.” You said without looking at him.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Peter asked softly. “Why are you always so nice to me?”

“Because I like you.” You shrugged. “I think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

“Is that shocking?” You laughed and cleaned a cut above his eyebrow.

“Kinda. I’m kinda a loser.”

“Really? Because I didn’t see any losers out there tonight. You know, other than those five losers trying to break into a Dick’s sporting goods. I’m really glad all the golf pencils and eye paint are safe.” You said sarcastically. Peter laughed and rested his hands on your hips.

“I like you too, by the way.”

“You do?” You asked skeptically.

“A lot, actually. Sometimes, I don’t even need anything. I just come here and hope you’re working.”

“Well I asked my boss to only schedule me at night because you never come in during the day.” You playfully one upped him.

“Really? You did that because of me?” He smiled fondly.

“You coming in here is the only good thing about this place.” You answered honestly.

“You’re the only reason I come.” Peter told you.

“Ayo.” You snickered.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughed sheepishly.

“It’s okay. It was funny.”

“No you know why I’m always in here buying spandex and random things. I bust up my suit a lot and the guy who made it for me isn’t around anymore.”

“It’s a pretty cool suit. I can’t even tell where you’ve patched it up. I guess our spandex is just really high quality.”

“You got some pretty cool clothes yourself. Not everyone can pull off Hunter green.”

“Wanna see something?” You asked and unzipped the green Dick’s zip up on had on to reveal a black T- shirt underneath that read “I heart Dick’s” with the stores logo in the heart.

“I heart dicks? No way that’s a real uniform.” Peter laughed and pulled on your shirt to read it better.

“Yep. I couldn’t believe it either. I guess the Boomers that make our uniforms don’t see penis humor in everything like our generation does. I tried to tell my boss that these shirts were ridiculous but he said he’d fire me if I didn’t wear it. Even though I literally hate Dick’s.”

“You do?”

“Not that kind of dick.” You laughed. “I meant the store. If this place burned down, I wouldn’t pee on it to put it out. In fact, I probably started the fire.”

“Then why don’t you quit?”

“I need a job.” You shrugged. “And they’re super understaffed so they give me a lot of hours. Plus, if I left, how would I see you?”

“We could hang out. Preferably not in a Dick’s sporting goods.” Peter suggested.

“That’s my favorite place to hang out.” You smiled. “Can I give you my number?”

“I mean, if you want.” Peter joked as he handed you his phone. You put his number in and handed it back to him.

“There. That’s my number.”

“It’s hot.” He said as he looked at it. He gulped and looked up at you, thinking you’d find that weird.

“You’re such a weirdo.” You chuckled. “You better text me.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good.” You said and poked his chest. Peter stared at you for a moment as a smile tugged on his lips.

“Would it be weird if we kissed right now?” He asked you.

“Yes.” You scoffed. “You’re covered in blood and gravel.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re right.” He blushed in embarrassment and nodded his head. You cracked a smile before wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him. Peter felt love in that Dick’s Sporting Goods that night. It was all around him. The kiss ended sooner than he would’ve liked, but it was still perfect.

“Hey, you did it anyway.” He smiled in surprise.

“Yeah, well. I wanted to.” You laughed shyly and kept your arms around his neck.

“And then she kissed me anyway. And she got Neosporin all over her face. And my blood! It was insane, Ned. I wish you could’ve seen her with the lacrosse stick. She destroyed so much store property. It was incredible.” Peter jumped in excitement as he recanted the story to Ned the next day.

“You had your first kiss in Dicks sporting goods?” Ned whispered in awe.

“Uh huh.” Peter nodded.

“What are you guys talking about?” Flash asked as he stuck his head between Peter and Ned.

“Nothing.” Peter said quickly and gave Ned a look.

“Peter kissed the hot Dicks cashier.” Ned blurted.

“Ned!” Peter whispered harshly. “Why would you tell him that?”

“You kissed Alejandro?” Flash gasped and looked jealous.

“What? No. Who even is that?”

“I know all the Dicks sporting goods employees by name. I’m in there all the time buying golf and tennis and bad mitten shit because I’m rich as fuck. If it wasn’t Alejandro, then who was it?” Flash questioned.

“Her name is Y/n. She works the closing shift.” Peter told him.

“Wait, the one with the rebellious gleam in her eyes? No way you kissed her.” Flash snorted. “I’ve been trying to get her number for months.”

“Really? Because I got it last night.” Peter replied with a shrug.

“And a smooch.” Ned added. “On the mouth.”

“He knows where, Ned.” Peter whispered without taking his eyes off Flash.

“There is no way in hell that Penis Parker was macking on a hot cashier. And at Dick’s sporting goods no less.” Flash laughed loudly, drawing the attention of students passing by.

“It’s true.” Peter insisted. “And I don’t care if you believe me or not. Because I know it’s real.”

“Wow. You hear that, everybody? Penis Parker has a fake girlfriend!” Flash shouted in the hallway. People stopped to laugh and point at Peter, making him turn red.

“What? No I don’t.”

“He’s pretending he had a girlfriend who works at Dicks Sporting Goods to make up for the fact that no one will ever touch his dicks sporting goods.” Flash said even louder.

“Oh my God. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Peter grumbled and Ned followed after him as he left. Once they were out of the crowd, Peter pulled his phone out and looked over your last conversation.

“Do you think it’s weird she hasn’t texted me back in a while?” He asked Ned.

“Well what was the last thing you guys talked about?”

“We were in the middle of a conversation about the best Adam Sandler movie and she ghosted me.” Peter said as he checked the time. Your shift had definitely started by now and he knew you texted on company time.

“Is she working tonight?”

“Yeah. Closing shift.”

“So go visit her.” Ned shrugged.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?” Peter worried.

“She wouldn’t have kissed you if she didn’t like you.” Ned reminded him.

“I guess so. Okay. I’ll go see her after class.”

Once Peters last class ended, he pulled out his phone to call you as he walked in the direction of your store. You answered the phone but didn’t say anything.

“Hey. I was just thinking of you.” Peter said into the phone.

“Peter.” You whispered in a shaky voice. He could tell you were crying and froze in his tracks.

“I was planning on stopping by. Is everything okay?” He asked and quickened his pace in the direction of the store.

“No. I don’t think you should come in.” You said quietly. Peter stopped walking and felt his heart sink. You must’ve lost feelings after the kiss and didn’t want to hang out anymore.

“Oh. Oh, okay. No problem. I won’t come by.” He said and tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

“But maybe your friend can come in?” You asked, making his senses tingle.

“My friend?” He asked and started towards the store again.

“Yeah. The ballerina.” You replied and he knew exactly what you meant. Peter stopped in an alleyway to throw on his suit before running towards the store.

“Are you in danger?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” You said with a forced laugh.

“I’ll be right there. Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.”

“Who are you talking to? Is that a phone? I said all phones in the bag.” Peter heard from your end of the phone. You hung up after that and Peter raced to the store. When he got there, he snuck in through the back and quietly made his way to the front. He found you behind the register with your hands up in the air as a man in a hulk mask stood in front of you.

“Hey, buddy. Let me guess. The last jock strap you bought was too loose you’re back for another one?” Peter said, making the guy whip around. That’s when Peter saw the gun in his hand and froze.

“Oh. My bad. I didn’t see the gun from behind.” Peter said and put his hands in the air. He made eye contact with you from behind the register and you mouthed that you were sorry.

“Why don’t you walk out of here and pretend you didn’t see anything, okay pal?” The man said as he pointed the gun back at you.

“Sorry sir, but I can’t do that. You see, I’m quite taken with the cashier you’re holding at gunpoint here.” Peter said and pointed to you. You let out a short laugh as tears fell down your face.

“Good. Then you can watch me blow her head to bits.” The man said and took a step towards you. You let out a little squeak in fear and shut your eyes.

“Can I convince you to reconsider? She’s got a great head. I’d hate to see it get blown off.” Peter said calmly and slowly made his way towards the man.

“I said you could take the money. Just take it and leave.” You pleaded with the man.

“There was only $36.62 in there. I didn’t rob store for less than 40 bucks.” The man shouted at you.

“No one uses cash anymore.” You whimpered. “It’s all Apple Pay.”

“Then tell me the combination to the safe.” He yelled and tightened his grip on the gun.

“I don’t remember it.” You cried. “I don’t listen when my boss talks to me.”

“You’re lying! I know you know.”

“Why would I lie? You think I’d risk my life to protect this store? I hate this store. It’s so stupid. Why is it called Dick’s? Who is Dick?”

“She’s making some excellent points.” Peter agreed.

“Both of you shut up! Give me the combination to the safe now or I’ll shoot you both.”

“I don’t know it!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know the address to this place.”

“You think this is funny?” The man asked and took a step closer to you to the gun was pressed against your forehead.

“Not right now but I probably will later.” You answered honestly.

“That’s it. You’re dead.” The man said and cocked his gun.

“No!” Peter exclaimed as he dove towards you. He knocked you safely onto the ground while the man shot him three times in the chest. You screamed as Peter fell to the ground in a thud. You were about to reach for him when he jumped back up on his feet.

“Just kidding! It’s bulletproof.” Peter said cheerfully as he shot a web at the man’s gun. He yanked it out of his hand and threw it to the side before shooting two more webs that stuck the man’s arms to his sides and glued his legs to together. The man fell to the ground and tried to break free, but was unsuccessful. Peter shot one last web at the man’s face before pulling his mask off. He turned around to ask you if you were okay and was immediately met by you throwing your arms around him. He pulled his mask off before hugging you back tightly until your breathing calmed down.

“How did you know you were bullet proof?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“I didn’t.” He admitted. “I just knew that you weren’t.”

You pulled away to stare at him in disbelief, almost looking angry with him for risking his life for you. Your angry expression melted into a look of awe.

“Thats hot.” You said and threw your arms around him to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and held you tighter, only breaking apart when you needed to catch your breath.

“Do you kiss all your local cashiers like that?” You asked him.

“Nope.” He chuckled. “Just you.”

“Good. You better keep it that way.”

Peter smiled and pressed his forehead against yours as you both calmed down from all the excitement when a thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really not know the combination to the safe or were you protecting the store?” Peter asked skeptically.

“Are you accusing me of risking my life to protect Dick’s Sporting Goods from a robbery?” You pretended to be offended and put your hand over your heart.

“No. But I am accusing you not telling that guy the safe combination just to mess with him.” Peter replied. A smirk crossed your face as you went over to the safe and put in the combination.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for a bit.” You said as you pulled the safe open.

“I knew it.” Peter laughed and shook his head.

“I was planning on telling you something tonight. You know, before I got held at gunpoint by a man shorter than I am.” You said as you walked back over to Peter.

“Oh really? What?”

“They’re making me store manager. That means you can get all the free spandex and gummy worms you want.”

“No way.” Peter grinned. “They promoted you?”

“Kinda.” You waved your hand. “The last store manger went to jail for insider trading and I’m the only other employee over 18.”

“But still! I’m so proud of you.” He said and scooped you into a hug.

“You know, when they promoted me, you were the first person I wanted to tell.” You admitted. Peter pulled away to cup your face and smile at you.

“I’m honored. No one in this shamble of a store deserved it more than you.”

“I can make my own hours now because it’s my job to make the schedule. So let me know when you want to go on our first date that isn’t in a Dick’s sporting goods.” You smiled teasingly.

“I will.” He smiled back before getting serious. He blew out a breath and looked you in the eye.

“Dick’s girl, I have so enjoyed our time together. Would you maybe want to be my girlfriend maybe?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Maybe I would.” You shrugged. “But only if you never call me “Dick’s girl” again.”

“I can definitely do that.” Peter nodded and kissed you again. The kiss was interrupted by the sound of cops pulling up in front of the store.

“Cops are here. I gotta go.” Peter said apologetically and pulled his mask back on.

“Bye, Spiderman!” You waved at him as he walked towards the front door.

“Bye, Dick’s girl!” He shouted back before swinging off into the night.

“What did Spiderman just call you?” The police officer as he walked into the store.

“Don’t worry about it.”

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The Mandalorian Masterlist

Below is a masterlist of all my Mandalorian/Din Djarin works. Enjoy!

Request Guidelines

(Main Masterlist)

* = Smut

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Step Into the Daylight (indefinite hiatus)

When You Get Injured During on a Bounty Hunt

Mando to the Rescue

Why Do You Know How to Get Bloodstains Out?

Din’s Birthday

Prison Break (and Reunion) With Mando

Flirting with Din

When You Try to Keep Mando Safe

Taking Care of Din

Arguing with Mando About an Action Plan

Did You Do Something New With You Hair?

It Isn’t What It Looks Like!

This is Everything (Part 2 to - It Isn’t What it Looks Like)

Catch Me if You Can

You’re Beautiful (Din x Mandalorian Reader)

Mando Meets Rebel Princess

Overprotective Mando

Intel Gone Wrong

Let Me Protect You

Lazy Morning with Din

Cleaning Up the Mess

What Comes After?

An Unexpected Surprise

Do You Trust me?

Dad Din HCs

Dad Din during Labor

When You Get Hurt

I Got These For You

I Think He Knows

I Can’t Feel My Legs, My Love

Din Gets a Broken Arm

Will You Dance with Me?

Aliit

Jealous!Din

You Saved Me

When You Get Sick

One of those Days

Help Her!

The One that (Almost) Got Away

Are You Sure This Isn’t Hoth?

We Can’t Do That!

Painkillers

You Put the Stars to Shame *

You Are Beautiful to Me

Bubble Bath Time

What Does Cyare Mean?

Pleasantly Marked

Din Gets Scared

Protective Din

The Not So Secret Candy Stash

For Now - Run

Mystery Pie

Take it Off

Cleaning Din’s Armor

Only a Child or Riduur

Betrayal

Reconciliation (Part 2 to Betrayal)

Memories

Rainy Day Cuddles

First Kiss

A Moment to Breathe

Douse The Lights *

I Have Always Loved You

Trust

Talk To Me

Knocked Up

Please Don’t Go

Stutter Something Profound *

Stargazing

Does He Know?

Massage

Oh.

Safe

Home

Injured

Protector

Vulnerable

Rookie Mistake

Fresh Start (Alternative Ending to Betrayal)

In Which Reader is Clumsy

In Which Din Has a Nightmare

The Mandalorian

Only if You Mean It

Gorgeous Girl

Not Moving

Teasing

Flower Crowns

Stuck

Missed

Home is With You

New Friends

Matching Capes

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MARVEL MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION.

Doctor Stephen Strange.

Baby Blues & Tattoos. ♡

↳ After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night? 18+

An Out-of-Body Experience (Baby Blues & Tattoos - Part II). ♡

↳ You plan on getting Stephen to snap tonight, knowing exactly what you want. But he has wants of his own, and ideas to bring to life, and things he isn't afraid to do in the middle of the Sanctum... 18+

Stay, Stay, Stay.

↳ ‘I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you. But you stayed. This morning I said we should talk about it... I think it’s best if we both stay.’

Loki Laufeyson.

Dress. ♡

↳ This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Darling. ♡

↳ Night terrors have haunted you for a long time, but you've always kept them quiet. However, your first night with Loki proves to be more than either of you banks on. He doesn't mind your troubles, and holds you through it all, bringing you back from a nightmare.

The Sweetest of Them All.

↳ Once Loki confesses to you he's never tried candy, there's no going back. You aim to change his mind over a picnic with a whole meal of sweets.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man.

Everything Happens for a Reason.

↳ Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America.

Promise. ♡

↳ Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces. 18+

Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier.

False God.

↳ Your plans to rile your neighbour, Mr Barnes, up backfire, but you might just get away with it. Religion's in your lips, and Mr Barnes is New York City. 18+

Getaway Car.

↳ ‘Well, he was running after us, I was screaming, "Go, go, go!” You were drivin' the getaway car, There were sirens in the heat of your heart. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery...’

Just You.

↳ It's your time of the month and your flatmate, Bucky, is clueless and cocky. As a man from the forties you don't expect much, especially not for him to realise his mistake.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye.

Rough.

↳ After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. 18+

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Blue Raspberry, or, Oh No! It's Jotunn Mating Season! (Loki x Reader)

Summary: A continuation of the series where I write my take on my favorite fanfic clichés.

It's a heat wave at Avengers campus in New York, and Reader is desperate for relief. When she suspects that one of her teammates has a way of beating the heat, she goes on a quest to find it that leads her to Loki. The only problem is that Loki's in a bit of a situation of his own, and it's not the heat that has him feeling a bit blue...

Author's notes: These one-shots are meant to celebrate frequently used story tropes. The intent is to add new stories bi-weekly unless life gets in the way. Please feel free to comment with your favorite fanfic clichés, and I'll add them to the list!

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ smut ahead (Reader is of age) with the tiiiiiniest bit of 🍑 content

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“It's Jotunn mating season. And I can’t fight it. Not any longer.”

You first knew something was wrong when you started seeing frosty patches all around the Avengers compound. Just one, in the kitchen at first, explainable, somehow, you thought. After all, this building was full of miraculous oddities. But then you saw them in the gym, on the floor and on the rack that held the weights. Then you saw them in the upstairs common area - the television’s remote was frozen solid to the coffee table. Pretty soon you saw them almost everywhere - on door knobs, on chairs, and occasionally you even saw a window frosted over.

You might not have normally made much note of these occurrences, strangeness was your business as an Avenger after all, had it not been for two unique facts:

The first was that campus had been relatively empty those last few weeks, with many of the senior Avengers off-world with Nova Corps, and the rest touring the globe on a campaign of peace and safety. Other than normal non-enhanced staff, it was just you, and Banner, and Loki.

The second unique fact, and perhaps the most relevant one, was that it was the middle of summer. In upstate New York. It was sweltering. You were sweltering. The whole idea of frost seemed rather inconceivable.

As part of an energy reduction campaign, Tony and FRIDAY had set the campus’s thermostat to precisely 76 degrees Fahrenheit, and there was no changing it. You found it was an acceptable temperature for desk work and for lounging, but you were used to much milder climates than New York summers, and after only ten minutes outside, or ten minutes of exercise in the gym, or even ten minutes walking around the expanse of the campus, it was almost impossible to cool off. You found yourself taking cold showers to wash away the accumulated sweat, and standing in front of the open refrigerator door until the polite but firm voice of FRIDAY warned you of your energy consumption.

The mysterious icy patches proposed a tantalizing mystery. Perhaps someone had discovered a way to bring the chill inside - something that wouldn’t raise any of FRIDAY’s alarms. Maybe you could even get in on that action, you thought. And so you began your investigation.

Bruce seemed like the obvious choice to have some sort of personal cooling device. He had the skills to make something like that - pretty easy for him, you assumed - and the motive. After all, if you were hot, you couldn’t imagine how overheated the Hulk must be. Plus, he had the kind of rapport with Tony where you thought he could get away with just about anything. But you watched him, for many hours, almost the whole day, in the full heat of the sun beating on the campus’s enormous windows… and nothing. No sign of frost or cooling. In fact, the way that he unbuttoned his mauve shirt suggested that he was perhaps just as uncomfortable around the machinery and bunsen burners in his lab as you were after a run.

So that left Loki as the next logical candidate. He had been on a streak of good behavior those last couple years, but you didn’t put him beyond a contraband air conditioner, or even some sort of magical ice packs. He seemed somewhat more impervious to temperature fluctuations compared to the human Avengers, but even he was known to break a sweat after…

It was just then that it occurred to you that you hadn’t actually seen Loki in several days. It wasn’t uncommon for you and him to train together (his balletic ways of fighting challenged and elevated your scrappy self-taught form) or go for runs on one of the compounds tracks (his easy pace with those long lean legs was always a sight- you had to really push yourself to match him). You had also grown accustomed to his chiding, playful taunts haunting the halls and the dinner table. In your preoccupation with the heat, you hadn’t even noticed his absence.

And that’s when you began to worry. Thor was usually responsible for keeping an eye on his brother - for Loki’s sake and for everyone else’s. But Thor had gone off world, and perhaps you and Bruce had been negligent in making sure that Loki was relatively happy and well.

You tried to think back to the last time the you’d even seen him. It was two days prior, and you were standing in the kitchen having just shut the freezer door after FRIDAY’s chiding, robotic remarks. You’d retrieved a popsicle after your run, your favorite kind from childhood, high-fructose corn syrup be damned - Blue Raspberry. You remembered it distinctly - trying to beat the heat, wearing only a sports bra and your shortest running shorts, watching the surface of the lurid blue treat cover with frost before licking is slowly with long laps of your tongue. You did this over and over again, just waiting for your body to cool down, still glistening with a sheen of sweat.

It wasn’t until you’d slowly devoured over half of the thing that you noticed Loki standing in the entryway, watching, looking slightly uncomfortable. When you noticed him you caught his eye and held it, not sure what to do. Maybe he wanted a popsicle. Maybe he found your lack of dress indecent. Maybe he was just mad that you hadn’t asked him to go on your run. Whatever it was, your brain was too foggy with heat and exercise endorphins to ask, so you just stared at each other until you were snapped out of your revery by the sensation of the popsicle’s sticky liquid slowly dripping down your arm.

Startled, you lapped it up with more long licks of your tongue, and stuck the remainder of your treat into your mouth entirely, slurping and sucking on it hard to remove the accumulating juice on the treat’s surface lest it drip further. You heard Loki groan, sort of a deep whimper, before he ran off and left you to cool down in solitude. Those Space Boys are weird, you remembered thinking, but quickly forgot about it. After all, if you were to analyze every peculiar interaction you had with the collection of weirdos known as the Avengers, you’d simply never get anything done.

You decided you’d bring Loki a popsicle. A sign of good faith, and perhaps a bargaining tool. You’d give him one of your popsicles in exchange for a few minutes in front of whatever freezer situation he’d contrived. You knew processed sugar was relatively new to him, so it might actually work.

When you reached the door to his rooms you could see the distinctive fractal pattern of ice starting to grow around his doorframe. You knew you’d got your guy. You prepared for the sweet bliss of contraband AC and gave his door three swift taps with your knuckle before it slid open.

“Ha! Busted,” you said, used to trading quick quips and playful banter, ready to be vindicated for your suspicions.

But Loki’s arm grabbed you, and pulled you in his room before you could even think, much less protest. The door slammed behind as you struggled to comprehend what you were looking at. Every piece of furniture in Loki’s room was edged with the crystalline glimmer of frost, and on the floor was a path of tracks on an icy white ground, like footfall in the snow. And standing there, beside you, was Loki, shirtless and clammy, and rather blue in the gills. He looked wracked, and uncomfortable. His eyes were tinged red, like he hadn’t slept in days, and his usual pallor was even colder than normal.

“What do you want?” It was half growl, half choke and he glared at you with those bloodshot eyes of his.

“I came to bring you a treat, and check to see if you’re alright. Loki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he reached out to grab the frozen snack from your hand, his chilled fingers brushing yours, “Thank you. Now you should leave.”

“Loki, you’re freezing! What’s going on?” You ignored his words, and instead reached up to touch his forehead, then his cheek with the back of your hand.

Loki let out another groan, not dissimilar to the one he’d released days before in the kitchen, “It… It’s embarrassing, now please go before I… Before I lose control,” and with those last two words something inside Loki released, like floodwaters cracking a dam. His eyes turned crimson, and his pale, sickly skin shifted to a robust blue - the color of a clear summer sky. Brilliant and gleaming. Marks trailed along his skin, adorning his chest and face and arms with intricate, curving patterns.

“What… what is this?” You stammered as he stalked even closer to you, backing you up against the chilled door.

“This…” his head hung low, brushing the cool tips of his fingers against your flush and nervous lips, “It's Jotunn mating season. And I can’t fight it. Not any longer.”

Loki’s thumb pressed on your mouth’s opening, and you let him slide inside, your lips now parted, partly from astonishment, partly from relenting to his thumb’s soft pressure. Your mind raced recalling the slurry of facts and fictions you’d been told about the demigod in front of you. It had been hard to parse the man from the myth, especially after a thousand years of stories making him larger than life. You’d heard he was adopted. You’d heard he wasn’t quite Asgardian. You’d heard he’d had a rocky falling out with his father. You knew the old stories of Odin’s battles against the Frost Giants. All of the pieces were coming together. The secret Loki must have been hiding for so long. It broke your heart a little, but also thrilled you. It was a rare occurrence in your line of work to be genuinely surprised by something.

You closed your mouth around his thumb, relishing in its chill against your tongue, and the icy tinge of his fingers along your jaw.

“When I was young, I was told brutal stories of Jotunn warriors whipped into a frenzy every fifteen hundred years, when the cosmos were aligned just-so, their appetites became insatiable, and they spread across the nine realms, taking whoever they pleased to satisfy their primal need to breed,” he tossed aside the snack you’d brought him, and placed his hand on the curve of your hip instead. He drank in the scent of you off your hair, moaning into a whimper once more, “I do not wish to take you, but these urges are becoming hard to quell on my own. My biology is taking over. Leave now or submit yourself to my whim,” his hand already tugging at the waistband of your pants.

Everywhere he touched you, you felt a sweet icy release from your blistering condition. Instead of pulling away, you leaned into him, acquiescing.

Loki pulled down your pants on one swift motion, leaving you bare from the waist down, As you stepped out of your shoes, he removed your top, exposing you to the decidedly cool air of his room, making your sensitive skin prickle with delight and arousal.

With a firm and steady pressure, Loki pressed on your shoulders, urging you to your knees to kneel in front of him, his lower half clad, for the moment only in grey, standard issue Avengers sweatpants. The bulge was pronounced, formidable in its cloth trappings. You pulled at the elastic hugging his sharp cerulean hips - partly from curiosity, partly from growing desire. It had been so long since you’d indulged with another, your duties making it difficult. And you had to admit that you’d spent more than one night alone in your room thinking about Loki’s broad shoulders, and thin hips and sharp jaw, and what he kept hidden underneath all of that black leather.

You were not disappointed.

Loki only left you a moment to admire his glorious erection before he was guiding it into your mouth and pressing it towards your throat. The chill filled your mouth with wanton arousal. It was so much more satisfying than Blue Raspberry. He ran his brisk fingers along your scalp, grabbing fistfuls of hair. You braced yourself, hands on his hips and forearms flush against his thighs. The warmth growing between your legs contrasting deliciously with his wintry skin.

You relaxed into the rhythm of him pushing and pulling you from him, slower at first, then reaching a fervent pace - his animalistic groans reverberating in your core, making you slick with elation at the unexpected turn the afternoon had taken. Your eyes watered from his size, his speed, and his temperature. Your hot spit clung to him, condensing, not unlike your frozen treats. Before long, Loki’s grunts became deeper and more rapt, he pressed himself into you as far as he could go, nearly gagging you with his desire as he let loose, coming with great wails into your gaping mouth.

Almost before you could swallow or blink back your tears, Loki’s hands were on you again, grabbing your upper arm, leaving a chilled pink impression, pulling you upright, leading you, and throwing you against the bed.

You broke your fall onto his mattress with your hands and knees trembling with confused anticipation, hot slick between your groin. If you didn’t know better you thought your skin might be actually steaming from the flush of your body in Loki’s frigid presence. Your experience with other men would have you thinking that this was the point where your amorous interactions would be finished, leaving you horny and unsatisfied, but nothing about Loki’s actions left you feeling like he was done with you.

Loki’s chilled hand ran down your spine, and you could feel his still somehow still erect tip lightly kiss your eager entrance. He grabbed your hair at the same time he entered you with one deep, forceful thrust. You moaned in unison, deep and desperate. The velvety cool contrast of his penis sliding against your slick, sultry walls was as thrilling as it was luxuriant. As he pulled out and pushed in again, and again, and again your knees began to tremble - your pinned body’s only supports against Loki’s muscular weight were beginning to weaken from the full, chilled pressure he was pushing into you.

Loki relaxed his grip on your hair, dropping his forehead low, gently touching the nape of your neck. He puffed hot breaths on your spine in an increasing rhythm that opposed the frosty brushes of his cheek and forehead. Your fingers gripped at his snowy white sheets as you braced against your inevitable fall. Your moaning into the mattress became whinier and his grunts into your back became more insistent.

Loki leaned back, running a hand down your back, spreading an exquisite chill along with it. He stopped for a moment at the base of your spine, then added his thumb, drawing it down, slowly to your other entrance until there was a firm, bitingly cold pressure at your opening.

All he had to do was press gently to send you over the edge into euphoria.

The delightful contrast of temperatures playing across your body, and the weighty fullness of your cunt pushed you to elation. Your own glorious undoing in the hands of a Frost Giant. As you squeezed and clenched around his cock, Loki followed, letting your spasms pull him deeper as he let loose his second burden inside of you, filling you up once more.

When Loki pulled out you collapsed, still face down in his sheets as you slowly leaked and calmed your satisfied breath, cheeks flush, but the places where his skin had so recently met yours still remembering the refreshing, frigid chill. Loki sank into the bed beside you, catching his breath and placed one long, toned arm on your back, pinning you there, as if your legs could ever regain the strength to carry you anywhere ever again. But the brisk weight of him was as comforting as it was possessive. AC and the cold air of the freezer were distant and intangible delights, but Loki was real, and he was physical, and he was the most beautiful blue.

The reality of your act was settling on you then. His alienness was an abstract concept before, but there he was, in all his outer-world glory, big and beautiful and unique in this world. You stared at him through the blur of your afterglow, trying to memorize the lines on his skin through your haze.

“You’re staring,” he half-growled, eyes still closed. He dug his fingers onto the flesh of your rear, a little harder than was playful.

“You’re beautiful,” your words slightly muffled by ecstasy and his sheets.

Loki eased his grip and rolled his head towards you, opening his eyes so that his red gaze met yours, “You don’t fear me? Not even like this?”

“It’s a little late for that,” you smirked half into his sheets, “No. I think you’re exquisite.”

“I’ve often thought about you. Late at night. But I told myself you were off-limits,” his gaze was intense but sincere. You were so used to him hiding his feelings behind humor.

“How long is Joutunn mating season?”

“It lasts for one more week at least.”

You smiled slowly, lazily, “Just as long as this heatwave.”

“Well then, it seems we’ve found relief from both of our predicaments,” he rolled on top of you once again, hips low so you could feel him grow wanting once again against your leg. He kissed at the base of your neck then across your back, ticking you with the frosty tip of his nose.

“Loki!” You bubbled up a laugh, “Aren’t you satisfied?”

He shifted his weight, bringing his lips back to your ear.

“Oh darling, you should know by now that satisfaction is not in my nature.”

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Loki Has your Back / There’s Only One Bed

Summary: A continuation of the series where I write my take on my favorite fanfic clichés.

Reader is a researcher who's found an unlikely assistant in Loki Laufeyson. When research takes them on a four-day expedition to observe the Aurora Borealis, its not just their parkas and snow suits that have them feeling cozy. They say sharing covers with another person is an intimate act, and Loki is about to show you just how intimate things can get.

Author's notes: These one-shots are meant to celebrate frequently used story tropes. Please feel free to comment with your favorite fanfic clichés, and I'll add them to the list

Also, although I have a biology degree, I am not an expert in academic research, solar auroras, or Norwegian. Please forgive me.

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ smut ahead (Reader is of age). Not a condom in sight.

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“Don’t think I didn’t notice… that you woke up this morning and fell asleep again. Even though I’d accidentally pulled you in.”

“I don’t think it was very accidental.”

Day 0:

Of. Fucking. Course.

It was your immediate thought on opening the creaky wooden door to your hotel bedroom and seeing the inevitable.

There was only one bed.

The old-fashioned chalet had many unique charms, but an abundance of double rooms was not one of them. In fact, after rushing past your companion, back down the worn and rustic stairs to the front desk, you were told in no uncertain terms that out of the chalet’s 18 guest rooms, only 4 had multiple beds. And, as the weary receptionist was keen to mention, they had all been claimed by families who had “Checked. In. Prior. To. Midnight.”

You could feel the heat off her words as the exhausted young woman spat the last phrase at you in English before firmly flipping her sign from “åpen” to “lukket” and disappearing behind a door marked “kun for ansatte”.

Your Norwegian was bad, but her meaning reverberated across several languages.

At the top of the stairs Loki had draped himself over the wooden banister to watch the scene below. You made eye contact with him for a moment before immediately looking away, face burning.

“Mmm,” it was almost a purr coming from him, “She doesn’t seem keen on you. Time to get cozy then?”

What a little shit, you thought to yourself, or rather a tall shit. A very, very tall little shit. You glared at him as you walked back up the stairs and passed him, “I’d thank you to keep this purely professional,” you said as you pushed through the door once more.

“Of course, I wound’t think of anything else.”

Loki’d given you no reason to not trust him over the last few months of working together. Of course, you weren’t ignorant of who he was, or what he’d done, and you’d heard all of the stories. But he was an adequate, even amenable research partner. If your work went anywhere, he’d be getting credit along with you in all of the journals, and you were happy for it; proud, even, to have your names together in print.

But still.

Maybe it was the way he’d said the word “anything”, but you didn’t trust him in that moment. Or maybe it was yourself you didn’t trust. Maybe it was the fact that it had been so long since you’d shared a bed with anyone, much less a colleague. Much less a tall, handsome colleague.

Much less a god.

You unpacked your suitcase, carefully removing your toiletries and your pajamas. You silently thanked your past self for the oversized sweatshirt you’d packed, then immediately cursed when you realized you hadn’t packed their corresponding bottoms, instead throwing in the flowy shorts that made you feel comfortable when you tossed and turned - an activity you would have to avoid while stuffed into a tight queen with the bulky Asgardian.

There wasn’t an abundance of extra space in the cozy room. It made sense, the antique hotel catered to romantic escapes, adventure-seekers, and those looking to make use of the local spa scene. It wasn’t a wildly popular spot for scientific expeditions or professional conferences. It was made smaller by the presence of the large crate of gear that the Avengers funding had allowed you for the expedition.

Loki, usually so gregarious and oversized had tucked himself into a corner of the room, leaving you space to scoot past him and to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You realized that you’d been doing it a lot that night. Brushing by him, almost touching. You supposed you’d be doing that all night, in a sense. For several nights to come.

His toiletries were already set neatly by the sink. A comb, some lotions, toothbrush and toothpaste. It was so mundane; so odd for the accouterments of a god to seem so… human. But then you weren’t sure what you expected. The Asgardians weren’t going to use “space toothpaste” or whatever they were used to now that they were living on Earth. You laid your items out next to his, again close, but not touching, “You have nice shampoo,” you said, absentmindedly, more a note to yourself than anything, but then, of course, he replied.

“What did you think I put in my hair?” He asked through the bathroom door

“Snake oil,” you joked without thinking, laboratory banter coming to you so easily. You weren’t entirely sure, but you thought you heard the faint huff of a chuckle on the other side.

Pulling on your shorts and sweatshirt, you neatly folded up your clothes, feeling that already you wanted to compact your things, as if that would make your presence in the bed more miniscule. You braced yourself to go into your shared quarters with a largely exposed lower half. The thought of the state of Loki’s bedclothes didn’t even occur to you until…

He was standing by the bed in a black tank top and a pair of soft, loose boxers. You let your eyes wander over the ensemble before snapping your head back up to meet his gaze. He was playing absentmindedly, or was it nervously, with his hands.

“Where are your pajamas?” It was partially a demand, but partially a failure of your internal filter.

“I… don’t like being hot. And I didn’t anticipate this scenario,” he stared at you for a long moment as you both processed his state of undress, “We can sleep head to toe, if you’d like. I saw that in a Midgardian film once.”

“Its… okay. It’s not really a thing we do. I… think we can just agree to behave ourselves,” it was charming when he occasionally got Earth mannerisms wrong. A thousand years wouldn’t ever be enough for the god to understand some of the nuances of human life. It could be arrestingly charming.

Loki helped you pull back the thick down comforter, the woolen blanket, and the soft white top sheet. You both crawled under the covers gingerly, the crisp cotton sending chills along your legs. There were a mere couple inches between you and Loki’s wide frame once you’d settled. Your queen bed in your upstate apartment felt luxuriously large, but this mattress was feeling more like a twin by the moment. Wordlessly you turned away from each other in a silent contract to keep to separate hemispheres. You turned off your light, and moments later he dimmed his, and finally you drifted slowly, anxiously to sleep.

It had been a surprise when you’d gotten your first email from Loki. It was signed L. Laufeyson, and had it not come through an Avengers server ( IT had pointed it out ) you might not have paid his note much mind. You were so busy with the logistics of running a lab and applying for grants, that emails not pertaining to publication or additional funding often fell to the wayside. But Avengers interest usually meant big money. It was considered a research-funding jackpot. Instead of winning the lottery, academics in your circle often mused about what they would do if they had an Avengers-funded lab.

And then there his email was, a short note expressing interest about your research into the Aurora Borealis and the unique energy signatures hidden in the charismatic lights. He’d read your latest paper in a journal and it had, in his words “aligned with his interests”. He said he’d love to correspond further if you had the time. You assumed that he was a contractor, like Doctor Selvig or that he had a shared Avengers lab. You couldn’t have imagined that responding to his polite query would lead to your own dedicated lab in the Avengers compound, not to joining his. It came complete with your own log-in to the satellite dish on the roof, and a bank of computers that could process data with mind-blowing speed. You hadn’t known who your mysterious colleague was either until one day he’d slipped, and signed off simply “Loki”.

By then it had been too late. You were already looking a the possibility of millions of dollars to continue your research in upstate New York. Gone were worries of fostering graduate students and grading midterms and minding office hours. And if it was all because of a mad god who once tried to conquer the planet… well, it was a tradeoff you were willing to make.

And it was nice. It was genuinely eye-opening and fun and inspirational to discuss celestial energy with someone who had actually lived in space. The two of you had shared so much with each other about Earth, about geology, about the cosmos… and it had all been sanctioned by the Avengers as part of “Project Babysitter” - the official initiative to mind and engage Loki after his arrival on the planet with the rest of the Asgardian refugees.

It seemed to be working out for everyone. You had made more progress in the last three months than you had in the last five years. It was incredible what resources could do, not just hardware and staff, but Loki’s expertise too. In fact, you’d progressed so much and so quickly from remote analysis that there was really nothing more that could be done without on-site data collection.

And so, you found yourself at a cozy chalet in northern Norway to serve as your basecamp for a four-day expedition to observe the northern lights and collect as many atmospheric samples as the weather would allow. All things considered, the sleeping situation had been the only real hiccup in your well thought-through research plan.

Day 1:

You’d slept surprisingly well. There was no need to set an alarm. Your work wouldn’t begin until afternoon, and you’d gotten in so late. The bight white of the precious few hours of mid-day light bounced off the snow and into your room through the semi-sheer curtains on the windows. You were vaguely aware of the outside world through your half-slumber, but it felt too warm and comforting under the heavy down blanket to move a muscle, not even your eyelids.

You listened to your breath - the steady ins and outs of morning air in a calming rhythm. But slowly the beat became out of sync, and as your brain tried to think of a reason why, your eyes snapped open, suddenly remembering the presence of another in the bed.

You expected, at worst, to wake up to raven curls and the broad musculature of Loki’s back. But instead your burning, bleary eyes were greeted by the sight of long ebony lashes that framed his sharp nose, and angular cheeks that pointed to his slightly parted mouth. One singular lock of hair curled across his forehead.

As you held your breath, his became deeper, his face turning down into his pillow as he woke up. For the briefest moment, as he blinked away his sleep, you made eye contact and froze - both of you as rigid as the icicles forming on the eaves outside your room.

It was Loki that first broke the spell with a groggy, yet somehow elegant, “Good morning,” to which you could only manage a nod in reply.

You had a large jeep parked outside, already filled with all of your equipment and some survival gear for the biting cold. The Avengers-issued snow suit you’d both put on somewhat awkwardly in your room was both more comfortable and more flattering than you’d figured. Rather than looking like the Michelin man, you looked more like something out of a spy movie - all sleek lines and tactical details. It hugged and supported in all the right places, and when Loki turned from you to bend and load your box of food and laptops into the truck, you wondered if the pants made your rear look as nice as his.

Not that you would ever think such thoughts about a colleague.

It was about an hour off-road into the wilderness to get to the coordinates you’d determined. The sky was already dark, and the further away from town you got, the brighter the lights in the sky became. Their dancing glow burning brilliant paths through a river of stars.

You had sensors to set up - permanent data collection points - as well as sophisticated drones that could collect more information higher up in the atmosphere. They were all packed in large metal crates, and as you pulled the last of them out, your gloved hands slipped across the surface of one, causing you to lose your balance and nearly topple backwards with the box on top of you.

Loki was there in a flash though, his chest pressed to your back, and arms wrapped around yours, clutching the cargo to steady it, and push you back into an upright position.

“Are you okay?”

“Y… yes. Just a little shaken.”

“Careful. We can’t have you doing anything to injure one of the most brilliant minds of our time,” he wrapped an arm around your waist while you re-gained your footing on the icy ground beneath you. It lingered for a moment after you found your balance, but you wondered if he could tell through the insulated layers of your outfits.

“I think Dr. Banner will be fine. He’s not even here.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Professor. You look much better in purple than he does.”

The the bite of the frosty air masked the flush that colored your face. He was still standing mere inches away, his breath catching in frozen, etherial puffs.

It was early morning when you finally returned to your little room, no concierge in sight. The evening ritual was the same, and the two of you danced around each other in the small quarters as you readied for bed once again, carefully choreographing yourselves in and out of the bathroom to brush your teeth and change. Always close but never touching. The occasional brush of a pant leg but nothing more.

As you lay in bed, curled away from the Asgardian you repeated one mantra, “Don’t roll over, don’t roll over, don’t roll over…” until the ceaseless rhythm finally carried you off into slumber.

Day 2:

In the daylight you were delighted to find that you had not, in fact, rolled over. Your waking eyes were not greeted by the body of a god, but by the curved edges of the bed’s wooden nightstand. But what you did notice was a hand. It was draped casually across your waist, and its long, elegant fingers rested like whispers on your stomach.

It was not your hand. Yours were still curled up under your face.

The small yelp you made in surprise at the intimacy woke Loki from his own rest, and he absentmindedly, in twilight sleep, drew his arm back into himself, slowly dragging his palm and the tips of his fingers along the dipped curve of your waist and over your hips before waking completely and realizing what he’d done.

“Oh, so sorry, I…”

“No, it’s okay… it’s fine. Bound to happen, right?”

“Right…”

You sat on the hood of the jeep and watched the colors dance in the sky through your telescope, monitoring your little drones catch particles in the lower atmosphere. Loki tracked their progress on a tablet, but you watched the sky, marveling at its vastness, wondering what secrets it still kept even though the worlds beyond were no longer abstract concepts.

“Do you want to trade?” You asked, not quite taking your eye off of the scope, “I can watch the screen for a while, and you can get the view.”

“It’s alright. I have plenty to look at.”

Your stomach flipped, wondering, maybe even hoping, that it was outwardly flirtatious.

“I mean… I’ve seen the sky before. I’ve seen Earth from the other side of the aurora.” That explained it. He’d seen wonders that you probably didn’t have words for.

“I wish I could take you to see space. Some day. You’d love it,” and that’s what left you speechless.

You were so tired when you crawled into bed just before sunrise. As sleep washed over you, the memory of his arms across your hips lingered, and you wished that it was more than just the ghost of a feeling.

Day 3:

You awoke slowly in a halo of warmth. The clean white light of day snuck under your eyelids, slowly prizing them open until you blinked fully awake.

That weight you’d imagined as you fell asleep was back, pressing deeper this time. Loki’s arm was wrapped almost fully around your middle. Hid head was cradled against your shoulder where you could feel the consistent rhythm of his breath against your tender skin, and his torso was pressed flush against your back all the way down to his…

There was a hard lump pressed into your soft backside and your awareness of its presence burned you. You knew what it was, of course, but it surprised you somewhat to know that Asgardians could get aroused in their sleep the same way humans could. In fact, based on the lurid dream you’d had last night you suspected that if you had his same anatomy, you too would have found yourself in the same semi-hard, predicament.

You weren’t sure if the man you dreamt was Loki, but he had long, ebony hair and blurred, angular features. He was licking long paths down your neck and pulling your thighs up around his and running his hands over your curves.

You whimpered, slightly, in remembrance of your sleeping memory, and the noise made the very real man behind you stir, pulling himself closer and pressing himself deeper into your soft flesh. You were afraid to move or startle him out of this embrace. You knew you probably should, to save you both the embarrassment, but you couldn’t find the will. So you melted into the feeling, your dream and your reality blending into a second twilight sleep.

When you re-woke you were alone in the bed, the sound of the shower sprinkling lightly in the background, and the fleeting light of day was already waning to dark. The tap turned off, and a moment later Loki exited the bathroom, hair still wet in a towel, his white shirt turned semi-sheer in spots from the damp, and his shorts clinging slightly to the thick muscles in his calves.

“Get up sleepyhead. Show’s early tonight,” Loki threw his wet towel at you and you shrieked. It smelled like him - his soaps and the musk they washed away. If that scent were a place, you’d live there.

You watched the aurora for less than an hour before it disappeared. Your instruments were left in the sky collecting data, but there was little to watch, and you found yourself kicking snow around in boredom. You reached down and picked up some snow between your hands, forming it into a rough ball. You turned, looking for Loki, finding him hunched over the viewer on the telescope. You aimed carefully and threw. The snowball connected with his broad shoulder blade and exploded into a white spray.

Loki stiffened, stood, and turned slowly towards you, hands on his hips, and the fur trimming his parka hood framed a perfectly incredulous expression.

“Professor, do you mean to start a snowball fight with me?”

“I… I’m looking to make new discoveries. I have a hypothesis about the wintertime rituals of Asgardi-AHH!” Loki crouched low, scooping up a large clump of snow and threw it at you in one smooth motion. It hit you square on the chest.

You bent down to scoop up another amount of snow. Before you could stand you were pelted by two more handfuls of ice, causing more delighted shrieks. As Loki neared, you volleyed your latest snowball low, hitting him in the knee. He feigned injury and fell, clutching at the wounded limb. With one hand you grabbed another clump of snow, ready to finish him while he was down, but as you approached to aim, he surprised you with a direct shot to your face, and you fell in surprise and false fatality.

You knew you’d toppled near him, but you were closer than you’d realized, and Loki broke your fall with his outstretched arms. He pulled you to him, your parkas acting as buffers between your breathless bodies.

“Do you relent?” He asked through a satisfied grin, wiping the snow from your face.

“I relent!” You cried, matching his drama.

You laid like that for a moment catching your breaths together in the snow.

“What were you looking at in the telescope anyway? I’ve never seen you watch the sky so intently.”

“I… I was looking for something. Come see.”

You got up and returned to the instrument. He checked to make sure it was still pointed in the right spot, and gestured you to look.

“There… There’s nothing there,” you weren’t sure if you’re missing something or…

“I know. It’s where Asgard should be. It takes years for the light of a dying star to reach Earth, so I thought… I thought maybe if I looked in the right direction there could be something… But no. Just wishful thinking and empty space.”

Normally when you got ready for bed, you did so in the privacy of the bathroom, but something seemed to have changed that day, and you wanted to feel the edges of it.

You pulled off your parka, and then your puffy pants, leaving you in a base layer of a long sleeve tee and leggings. You pulled these off too, quickly, not stopping to think too long about the indecency.

When you caught Loki’s eye, he was standing arms crossed, watching you at an angle, more curious than predatory.

“You’re right. It gets hot,” you hoped it was all you had to explain but…

“Don’t think I didn’t notice… that you woke up this morning and fell asleep again. Even though I’d accidentally pulled you in.”

“I don’t think it was very accidental.”

“Maybe you’re right. And that makes you more inclined to take your clothes off in front of me?”

“Well, it makes me more inclined to think you might like it.”

“And what if I do like it?”

“What are you going to to about it?’

He crossed the room to you, in one elegant motion, climbing over the bed, perching there as he cupped your face and pulled it towards his for a kiss. You barely had time to close your eyes. Your lashes fluttered shut against his cheek when your lips connected. He pulled you into him, brushing errant locks of hair behind your ear. He licked your lips then pressed his tongue into your mouth, and a little moan escaped you.

“So you do like it,” you were a little breathless

“And I didn’t pull you in on accident.”

He guided you down to the bed on top of him, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back in slow circles. Your lips met again and again, sweet but deep. As his hands traversed your body, his fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear and at the clasp on your bra. The lump in his pants grew once more, and again you pressed into him, your wanting growing.

You grasped at his shirt, pushing it up eagerly, but unable to get it off with him beneath you. He unclasped your bra and rolled you over, straddling your hips, pushing himself up and removing his shirt himself. His muscles flexed taught beneath his skin and the whisper of hair on his chest. He grabbed at your bra and pulled it off of you, over your arms, and cast it aside.

Loki inhaled, his hands on your ribs, “I’ve been wanting this for a while,” he leaned low, brushing his lips across your collar, tasting your skin.

“So then why have you waited so long?”

“Professional courtesy,” he smirked, taking a nipple between his lips and sending a shiver down your spine.

“A man like you, a god, you have a reputation for taking what you want. Or at least trying to.”

Loki stopped, resting his forehead on your chest, not looking at you, “I’m not like that. Not anymore.”

“I know… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I brought it up,” you silently cursed yourself for saying anything. You’d never brought up New York before, “You’ve been the best part of this work, you know? The best surprise,” His hair was soft under your fingers, curls clinging to your hands in inky cascades.

Loki’s head snapped up at your confession, “You… You discovered unique energy signatures in the solar aurora that could fundamentally change human understanding of the cosmos. That wasn’t your best surprise?”

“You opened a portal to the other side of the universe with a blue cube and led an alien army on a mission to conquer the planet. And now you’re my research assistant with your head between my breasts.”

“Hmmm,” he considered your point, “Not for very long.”

Loki kissed each breast, then down your stomach to your navel. He planted a peppering of wet kisses on each hip before trailing his tongue to your core and placing your thighs on his shoulders. He pulled your underwear out of the way with his teeth.

He inhaled deeply, drinking you in, and you exhaled a thick moan. The feeling of his breath on your heat had your head spinning and clutching at the sheets. Loki reached up and clasped your hands in his, steadying you as he licked up your slit, adding to the wetness that was growing there. He bit at your lips, growling, softly, into you, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking gently. He built the pressure slowly, sucking harder, and harder and harder. It built like a symphony between your legs, until finally, the warmth of his mouth and his tongue’s ministrations hit the right chord and the crescendo peaked, sending you over the edge.

Loki drank you up as you rode out the pulsating waves of elation, his obsidian locks falling in messy pools at your hips, and his hungry moans reverberated up your body.

Before you could fully catch your breath, he was pushing himself up and forward, aligning his torso with yours, keeping your hands in his, and your legs over his shoulders, pushing them up and out, stretching them to make room for his body, keeping you prone and giving him full access to your still dripping cunt.

The hard lump in his pants pressed into you once more. He kissed you hungrily, your taste still rich on his lips. He pushed into you hard, but you whined into him.

“I’m tired of feeling you through your fucking pants!”

“Needy, professor?” He growled the accusation into your throat.

“You’re a vicious tease,” you rocked your hips against him, your shoulders and arms still pressed into the mattress by the weight of his body and his hands in yours.

Loki bit into your shoulder gently, to keep you in place, moaning into your skin as he released his hand from yours to pull his pants down just low enough to free his erection. When he returned his grip to your palm he kissed your neck and pushed himself into you.

He entered you completely and you gasped at the sudden fullness sliding in so easily. He pulled and pushed himself - in and out, in and out, kissing and nipping at the soft skin on your neck. He traced sharp Vs down between your breasts, arching his back to reach every tender spot with his lips. Your lungs and body were filled with him, as illuminating as breathing for the first time. The pace built and it felt like he was digging deeper and deeper into you with every thrust.

Until. Until suddenly he wasn’t.

Loki had pulled out and was rolling you onto your stomach, urging you on your knees and pressing your shoulders down towards the mattress with his torso. His erection at your back once more. And then he was blissfully inside of you again, picking up his punishing pace, the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his teeth running across your shoulders and down your spine.

You moaned into the sheets and he moaned into your back, his raven hair draping over your shoulders and neck. His hands pressed yours into the bed, pinning you completely beneath him and letting you enjoy every inch of his fervent thrusting.

Your nerves caught fire once more, explosions from your core like candy-colored joy in your veins. No, not candy-colored, you realized through surge, green. Pure, green. Thick and verdant.

He clenched then, the muscles in his legs and abdomen tightening and his face pressing into you as he gifted his moans into your skin and spilled himself into your core.

As you lay there, catching your breath, still on your stomach, and Loki still half on top of you, you noticed the glimmer of the aurora pick up once again outside your window. It was faint there in the town, and in the waning dark of morning, but it was present for certain - green and gold and magical against the leather black sky.

Day 4:

It felt decadent, your skin against his, and your eyelashes brushing his shoulders as you blinked away the sleepiness in the midday light. Your stirring roused him, and Loki pressed his lips into your forehead and pulled you in tighter. You relented to it, closing your eyes again, sinking into the feeling and a few more minutes of slumber before facing your last day on expedition.

You went downstairs later in the afternoon in search of a hot meal from the chalet kitchen. It was breakfast for you, but you needed to catch the restaurant on either end of its break between lunch and dinner services. You didn’t notice the surly receptionist at the front desk until the third time she called after you, beckoning you with another exasperated look. It was almost enough to dull the glow of your morning.

“Miss, we have an opening in another room. One with two beds. It will be more comfortable for your last night. Would you like it before we give it to another?” Her face said that she would not be waiting long for your response. It was now or never.

You glanced back up the stairs to the wooden door of our cozy little room. It seemed so suffocatingly small only days ago.

“Uh… no, actually. No, thank you… I think we’ll manage.”

It wasn’t much, but you came back with warm bread and two containers of soup. It beat the protein bars that you’d been living off of. As you laid out your small feast on the room’s singular, tiny table, a now familiar body slid behind you.

Loki wrapped one arm around your waist, and put one hand on your wrist to look at your watch. With lips against your ear, and his breath on your cheek he whispered, “We have to use our time wisely.”

“Oh? What’s the rush?”

“We have to pack, retrieve our mobile array, fortify the permanent instruments, and make sure the jeep is loaded before the jet comes to retrieve us at 5 am,” He purred the words while toying at the hem of your shirt.

“We have time for all of that. We’ve prepared you protested,” you weren’t sure what the issue was.

“Yes, but you see…” he looped his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, breath coming in heavy bouts against your neck, “I need you at least twice before morning.”

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AYOOOOOOO 🤭

Just Add Some Friction (18+)

Shuri x f!Reader, Smut, Vibranium strap!Shuri, Breeding Kink (kind of?), oral sex, Romanticisation of cheating...

The door closed with a thud that resonated across the silent house and you heard the pattering of feet as your husband walked to his car parked in the driveway. You laid your head in your hands and let out a soft sigh, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

Life seems to be stuck in a loop nowadays of waking up, arguing with him, overworking, and then going back to sleep. The chair scraped across the floor as you pushed it back to go upstairs to your study.

Everything feels so unnecesarily heavy it's even a chore to travel a couple stairs. Just then, the house goes dark and you pause at the fifth stair to contemplate whether you should have a mental breakdown or call a technition to look at the issue.

Or perhaps a therapist would be a better solution.

It takes every fibre in your being to go back downstairs, pick up your phone, and search for any nearby solutions.

You click on the phone number at the top and listen to the faint ringing on the other line and arrange an appointment with the AI before going upstairs to shower and change.

Peeling the t-shirt from your skin, you groan at the neck of it stained with tears and traces of kohl from last night. You shake your head, trying to forget the memories of how aggressive he became when you confronted him with the possibility fact that he was cheating on you. The woman in the mirror stares back at you, eyes empty and hollow.

Just then, you hear the ringing of the doorbell as it pulls you back to reality and you remember the power cut. You turned the water off and ran to your closet to pull out the closest nightgown in your reach.

Slipping into the dress hastily, you scramble downstairs to open the front door. You open the door to let whoever it is inside and turn around to grab a pair of slippers. It's only when you lay them down and stand up that your breathing stops.

Because standing in front of you is the world's finest specimen. You let yourself pause to appreciate the strong nose bridge, the dark eyes framed by thick lashes and perfect eyebrows. The whole face is framed by a hand-cut jaw and you catch sight of the tendon that sticks out of the skin. Her body is equally impressive and even over the fabric of the shirt, you can see the way her muscles push up against it.

"Hey", she says with a lazy smile that pulls over her pearly white teeth.

You're too stunned to speak and you just half-nod, stepping aside to let her come in. She asks you to lead her to the power supply and you comply, not missing the fact that you can feel a pair of eyes on your ass as you walk in front of her. Your toe hits a discarded book in the corridor and you bend down, every intention of her seeing your panties ride up as you pick it up.

"I'm sorry it's so messy", you say when you turn around to look at her, delighting in the way her throat bobs when she gulps.

"No, it's fine".

When you finally reach the power box, you watch her deft fingers as she opens it and flicks the buttons to check if they're working. You watch her from across the table with your head resting in the crook of your palm.

She shifts her attention to you again and it feels like the world shifts, "I'm Shuri, by the way". You smile and lean in closer letting the neck of your nightgown dip dangerously lower, "you have a pretty name".

Heaven. It's heaven the way Shuri licks her lips before looking back at your face, "you have a beautiful house". You pause before answering her statement unsure of what to say before settling on an "it's my husbands. He bought it for me when we got married".

There is a slight tension in her jaw when she says, "you guys must really be in love"

At that, you let out a small laugh; "he fucks other women in this house, I'd hardly call that love".

Shuri puts down the tools in her hand and sits next to you, "he doesn't know what he's missing out on". Her fingers come up to brush the hair out of your eyes and you look at the way her own eyes are filled with desire for you; something you haven't experienced in a long time. You lean in and close your eyes, praying she gets the hint and that you didn't misunderstand everything that just happened.

For a millisecond when you don't feel anything, you're embarrassed. But all that goes away when you feel a pair of soft lips over yours, almost pushing you back with the sheer force of the way she's kissing you. Her hand snakes around your neck to deepen the kiss and you feel your tongues dance around each other in your mouth as she explores every crevice, savouring that sweet taste of you.

Shuri's mouth shifts from yours only to travel down your neck, painting it with hickeys that you didn't care will probably show tomorrow. She lifts you up and seats you down on the table in front of her and your pussy grows wetter at the fact that she can handle you like you're nothing.

You whimper when you feel her hands tug down the thin strap of the nightgown to expose your breasts, her fingertips brushing over the hardened buds before she leans down and takes one in her mouth. Eyes never leaving yours, she bites down on it softly causing a whine to escape you. Your reaction makes her smirk against your breast and she squeezes your other nipple between her fingers.

Her hands move lower and she tugs the nightgown off your body, leaving you only in your now-soaking panties. Shuri takes her time, dragging her fingernails across the inside of your thigh, taking so long to reach where you need her most.

Finally. Finally, she tears your underwear and slides a finger over your slit. She plays with the thick ropes of your juices between her fingers, "Look how wet you are for me mami". You close your eyes and turn away, cheeks heating up in shame when you feel a strong hand turn you back; "eyes on me princess".

Her fingers slip into your heat and eyes flutter shut in pleasure when she stretches them apart inside you, pressing them against your walls. When she pulls them out you see a string connecting them both and she groans at the sight.

It's not a want. It's a need at this moment to feel her inside you again and you buck your hips into nothingness; words just a string of pleas.

Shuri holds your face between her hands, "I wanna show you something princess, can I?"

You nod so erratically your head could roll off your shoulders, "yes. yes yes yes. Just please".

She slips out of her own pants only for you to see a thick black strap connected to her base, the bulging veins on it so thick and protruding that you gulped. It was so so much bigger than the pathetic man you called a husband. Shuri takes off her own shirt and you catch her abs flex in the dim light before she places herself in front of you, positioning her tip just below your cervix.

When she slips it in you feel it stretch your walls and you throw your head back with a scream. It takes you a minute to adjust to the sheer girth of just the tip of it, and you push lower. Shuri moans in delight, eyes lazily shifting over your folds as she watches the cock disappear inside you, inch by inch only to pull out and slam back in.

Your mouth forms a silent scream as you gush all over her, soiling her clothes and the table. She bites your ear, "I want to feel you do that again princess. Can you do that for me?" She rolls her hips as she steadies the thrusts, slamming into your pussy with enough force the table pushes rocks against the floor.

Shuri pushes your legs back until they touch your chest as she fucks you with precise and brutal strokes, hitting so deep inside you, you feel as if you might die right then.

Your eyes roll back when you feel the pleasure of another orgasmic wave wash over you as Shuri abuses your hole, one hand holding both of your wrists above your head.

"There's such a thick ring of your cum on this dick mami, I'm gonna fuck it back inside you." The only response she gets is "A-ah! Mmph...!" as her dick slides in and out of your wet hole.

She picks up your phone you didn't even hear ringing and shows you the screen; it's your husband. Shuri smirks before sliding her finger across the screen to pick it up and shoves it next to your mouth.

"I called you so many fucking times. You couldn't even pick up."

You struggle to keep your vision from becoming foggy, "mmh... I- Was busy". You bite your lip to suppress a scream from escaping as she bites down on your neck.

"God, you're so stupid. Where are you?"

"Ah! H-home-", you barely get to finish your sentence before the phone is yanked away from you and it's next to Shuri instead.

Her thrusts don't slow down for even a moment as she says, "She said she's busy".

"W-what? who are you? Give the phone back to my wi-"

"Not anymore she's not. She's too busy getting fucked silly by someone who knows how to handle this fat pussy. Isn't that right princess?"

"Shuri...Ah! Faster!"

"Can you hear it, old man?", She shifts the phone closer to where you're both connected so your husband can hear her hips against yours and the squelch as Shuri moves inside you amidst all of your previous orgasms.

She doesn't let him answer and hangs up to continue her abuse on your puffy clit, "yeah? You like this mami? I know you do. Shit, you're filthy". Her words fall on deaf ears because the only thing bringing you back to reality right now is the piercing of her nails in your wrists.

After what seems like aeons, Shuri comes with a groan buried in your tight cunt releasing over the both of you. When she pulls out from inside you, you feel so stretched and worn out that you can only let out a small sob as she carries you upstairs.

"You feel so good, princess. Don't worry, we still have a couple more hours until your husband comes home. I'll have this pussy nice and stuffed before I leave".

~Fin

(Ah the feminine urge to have a kid so a hot muscular butch lesbian can call you mami as she fucks you into oblivion>>>)

Also... I think this is going to be my last fic for a while because I have law school exams in Jan and I need to prepare. Tysm for reading and supporting my fics. Until then, 🥲👋✌️

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