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nouearth · 9 months

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lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).

wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!

notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!

request by: anonymous.

“you’re lying! you’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

“dude, like, ever?!” peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyone’s confusion.

“not even when you were in kindergarten?” you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dick’s voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.

your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superhero—like a family of lemurs, a small one, you’d reckon.

“geez,” your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. “if i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldn’t have told you guys in confidence.”

“no, it’s just…” a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. “i mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but you’re not ugly.”

“i- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?” your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers.

“w-what, no!“ he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. “wait- no, i mean, yes! it’s a compliment.”

you’ve always found it cute.

“i think what peter means is…” bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didn’t stop him from joining. “you’re handsome, he talks about it all the time.”

“dude...” peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities.

“oops, my bad,” another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. “we find you handsome—though, i’m pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.”

“god,” you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. “can you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?”

yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, you’d even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.

“why?” peter turned back, almost offended, while dick’s laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. “is that weird?”

“kinda?” the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you again—hyenas. “i mean, i guess it’s because we’re so close now, so…”

“pft, that never stopped me,“ it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you weren’t dick—shameless and confident, you admired it on good days.

nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular person’s first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.

dick’s gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he would’ve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. “come on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because we’re best friends now?

“dude, you think about me?” peter’s eyes widened. it would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t involved. you would’ve passed this off as a banter, no more than that.

you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dick’s chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.

the day went on like usual. peter’s collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peter—like every friendship you’d imagine.

but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived.

the next few days haven’t been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because you’d pick at your food while their voices—questions and comments—were ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.

was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldn’t help but let these thoughts run rampant.

no. no, it wasn’t. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.

you weren’t insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

“teach me.” you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peter’s very… very small coffee table.

“ah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!” dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth.

you made a slight pout, only because they weren’t taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.

“with what?” peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.

“pete, you can still eat-“ you laughed, taking a bite of your food.

“oh, thank god.” and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.

dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. “so, teach you what exactly?” he continued on. “fighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-“

“no, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?”

“well, i’m guessing that’s why you came to us for training?” dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance.

“guys, i don’t want to be a vigilante.” you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. “or a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.”

“hey, they’re not weird-“

“i want to…” it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. “learn what it’s like to kiss.”

peter choked on his glass of water.

you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peter’s widened eyes even when you look away. “handjobs, blowjobs, everything…”

and a piece of dick’s meatball was caught in his throat.

a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded.

“so, you want us to teach you how to…” dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you weren’t sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. “kiss and… other things?”

“yeah,” you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. “i know, it’s weird. you don’t have to say yes or anything, it’s just-“

“is that why you’ve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone else’s behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moody—part of it, anyway.

“mhm.” the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each other—of judgement, most likely.

and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and running—running as far from you as possible. “guys, wait, i’m sorry-“

you looked up and watched them dash to peter’s bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. “what are you-“

“first step, make sure you have good breath.” dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peter’s already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.

“atleastluntilhelikeyousenough” peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.

“uh-huh, okay… seems a little obvious, but…” you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth too—but also because of your best friends.

you can always count on them.

“you ready?” dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment.

“yes.” you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe you—to pacify you.

and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. “just stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.” he made you feel safe.

you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. “same with me.” “i will.” your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.

light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitement—your relief.

it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.

unbeknownst to you, dick’s been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. “remember what i told you… build it up.” he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. “nice and slow.”

peter’s palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.

“nice and slow…” dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. “that’s it.” it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dick’s breath ghosted on your skin.

“was that okay?” an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.

“a natural,” dick laughed, stroking your hair back and you’ve never see him so affectionate—loving, as he doted on you. “try it on peter. more touching though, if you’re okay with that.”

you nodded and turned your head, meeting peter’s gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. “I’m okay with that.”

“me too.” peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss.

his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. “rub my chest, i like it when people do that.” peter whispered in between each kiss.

you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peter’s broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.

in the meantime, dick’s been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. he’s always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peter’s own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth.

it was tantalizing—breath-taking— watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peter’s were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.

when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dick’s tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. “mmf...” you moaned out, breathing harder.

but just like dick, peter wasn’t finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peter’s arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war.

they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.

lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.

through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peter’s bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. “i did say teach me everything…” his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.

“hey, hey,” dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. “you’re going to scare him, horn dog.” he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.

you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at all—just a moment of time that they’ll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you don’t remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.

the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.

you followed.

even though you were similar height to peter, he was stronger—they both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peter’s pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dick’s throbbed for something to fill—a porn scene come to life—and you were left agape, jaw and legs.

“kinda surprised we’ve never done this sooner,” peter said, you weren’t used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. “though, was hoping i’d have you to myself, but…” gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. “this works too.”

your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.

contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned.

you didn’t know where to look—to fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.

that became more a problem—a dilemma—when you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attention—selfish and stubborn, like always. “are you sure this wasn’t a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.”

he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your body—chest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.

you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peter’s cock and he’d lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.

“no, i swear- it’s just-“ dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. “you guys made me feel safe, so…”

“well,” you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. “we are superheroes.”

you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dick’s mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.

“oh, fuck…” warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.

“it’s just like kissing,” he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethra—once again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. “but let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.”

“m-mm…” you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.

“every.” dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.

“fuck-“ you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.

“part.” holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they must’ve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licks—ardent and full of fervor.

and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.

“come on,” peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. “you learn best when you demonstrate what you’ve been taught.”

peter covered your view of dick, but you weren’t sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dick’s tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing.

you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but it’s become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peter’s reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.

“how’s he doing, pete?” your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.

“he really is a natural.” peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. “you try.”

“fuck, yes.” dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasn’t slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.

as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dick’s was bigger, thicker—a mouth stretcher you’d imagine. but peter’s was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse.

and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.

“look at you,” dick’s voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. “who knew you’d be such a cock lover, hm?”

“he can’t get enough of it, god…” peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.

two hands kept dick’s cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldn’t mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dick’s smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.

“come on… (m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?” dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.

“you’re too comfortable now, (m/n). you’re slacking…” peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peter’s cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.

holy shit, this is happening.

like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. it’s buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.

when it was dick’s turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peter’s cock wasn’t left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.

“fuck, there we go…” occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. “there’s my star. taking cock like a good student.”

if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whatever—whoever—entered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.

it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed more—something to fill you elsewhere that wasn’t your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could have—and they recognized it.

peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but he’s always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peter’s cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.

“i’m going to assume we don’t need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?” dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peter’s original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.

“fuck, i need you guys so bad.” breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peter’s nice girth sliding in between the plump skin.

he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. you’ve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasn’t a unit that was particularly focused.

in between preparation, your mouth remained on dick’s cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.

“i’ll go slow.” peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. “tell me if you want to stop.”

once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid in—burned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.

it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you don’t want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at them—they didn’t want to stop either.

peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.

“oh- peter, right there, fuck.” your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back.

“yeah? right here?” peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. “oh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck… so fucking tight”

“baby, you’re doing a great job, god…” your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. “i think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.”

for the first time, you felt wanted.

peter’s thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dick’s cock, the sound of peter’s grunts, the flutter of dick’s eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peter’s forehead and body—the bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust.

after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldn’t stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.

“fuck, better than i’ve ever imagined,” he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peter’s cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock again—no complaints. “still so tight, even after peter fucked you so hard…”

“it’s like he was made to be a whore, right?” such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time should’ve been like.

it wasn’t what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.

but this… you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dick’s muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.

this was… peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touch—to fuck.

dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peter’s long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you together—three, when peter fucked into your mouth.

this was so much fucking better.

“holy shit-“ under dick’s touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.

seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.

“fuck, i’m going to-“ you watched peter’s abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.

you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peter’s musk as well, and again—those holy bells rang.

with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dick’s mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you.

dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peter’s for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peter’s, but most of it fell to your connected lips.

“fuck, that’s hot…” dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peter’s, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.

he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peter’s when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didn’t know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.

“so, are lessons still on for next week or?” peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants.

“i mean… i’m still up for it if you guys are?” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peter’s cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.

“mm... yeah.” dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off.

“we’re good teachers, pete.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months

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Cave Boy Danny calls Batman’s costume uncool and the bats lose their minds over it. Also Alfred would totally spoil him in nostalgia. (Maybe by making the batfam let Danny out of the cage…?)

Danny tries his best not to stare at his perceived counterpart or any of the children, convinced he's their dad as a kid. He's not doing an excellent job of it, though, seeing as his eyes flickered around the room against his will.

It's almost as if the more he tries not to stare, the more he glances. It's so weird that Bruce looks precisely what he imagines Dan Phantom would have looked like if he had a human side. Knowing that Bruce and Dan look alike does not settle his nerves.

It makes him feel even more weary of the older man.

He was curious to know if they were the same person because he had made up the name Bruce on the spot since it was the most boring name Danny could think of. Yet, the DNA results showed they were the same person, not due to cloning. He knew what clones' DNA looked like from personal experience.

Especially since Bruce- why did it have to be such a boring, stupid name? Why couldn't he still be named Danny? His own clone kept his name for Pete's sake!- was sending out major Fruitloop vibes.

Not only was he rich with a secret lab underneath his house and dressed in a weird bat costume, but oh no, Bruce ate pizza with a fork and a knife.

Danny's eyes flicker over to the man just as he cuts another piece of his pepperoni pizza without a single movement wasted. He doesn't even look like he's doing it as a joke- no, the man is regal, dabbing his mouth with a napkin every third bite.

What a freak. Danny thinks, folding his pizza slice in half so he can stuff most of it in his mouth in one giant bite. Two of the teenagers gasped as though they just witnessed a natural disaster.

"Philistine." Damian- his counterpart's youngest- hisses. He's glaring at Danny, obviously trying to insult him, but Danny has dealt with bullies all his life. The kid is far too polite in his insults. Damian wouldn't last a day in public schools' playgrounds, that's for sure.

Danny looks him dead in the eye, still chewing, eyes wide and earnest, and responds with a cheerful "Gesundheit."

Damian's face clouds over in disgust. "Do you even know what that means?"

"Philistine is an uncultured person who is hostile or indifferent to the arts." Danny recites without missing a beat. He gives the other boy a pitying frown. "If you don't know the definitions of words, maybe you shouldn't use them. Might get you in trouble one day"

Damian throws a knife at him with a cry of outrage. Danny is not ready for said knife, but his ghost reflections have him moving to the right just in time for the blade to miss his head and impale itself on the back chair of his seat.

It does, however, nick his neck a little. Danny lets out what he hopes is an appropriate scream in response to the pain. He doesn't want them to know about his real name, much less his powers, but it's hard to have proper reaction times when he could already feel his healing ability numb the pain seconds after it happens.

It felt like a small prick of a sticker while walking barefooted in the grass- quick and sharp but over quickly.

Danny blinks at the table for a solid three seconds, before tilting his head as far back as it could go in his seat and letting out an even monotone cry of "aahhhhhhhhhh!"

He wishes he was better under pressure because it felt like he was attempting to impersonate a toad.

"Young Master Bruce!" Alfred- the butler that raised Bruce in their world? So his counter-parts foster dad?- cries out in alarm. He springs up from his seat, rounding the table to be at his side in seats. "My dear boy, are you alright? Does it hurt? Shall I bring the medical kit?"

Danny stops his monotone cry to blink up at the man. "I'm okay. I'm just dramatic."

Alfred's face spams before it settles in a nostalgic, fond expression. "Oh, the memories."

"Leaping Lizards, Batman," Tim whispers, gripping his fork so hard it's bending. He has a manic glint in his eye, with a smile so wide it's splitting his face in two. "Is this what Bruce was like at our age?"

"Yes, Master Bruce did have a very similar personality to our guest".

"I thought Ollie was kidding when he said Bruce was the weirdest kid in school," Dick speaks up, his face reflecting massive glee. "Does this mean it's also true he would tell people he would date them if they could beat him in a fight?"

"Yes. Alfred told me that was the only way I would be allowed to date before eighteen," Bruce speaks up, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheekbones. "I was in a lot of fights."

Alfred laughs, looking far too grandfatherly when he nods. "I would get a call from Gotham Acadamy almost every other day because Master Bruce had fought off would-be suitors. It's why no one bats an eye at his play-boy persona."

"You know what," Jason speaks up, looking thoughtful. "This explains everything about your love life, to be honest."

"Oh, so when you beat up annoying guys hitting on you, it's okay, but when I do it, it's unfair since I have training," Steph complains, making air quotes on the word training.

Bruce frowns at her. "When I was a teenager, I didn't have any of my Bat training, just what Alfred taught me."

"Alfred, the ex-British Secret Service, bulter." She counters.

"Alfred, the ex-medic in the Royal Air Force, bulter," Duke cuts in.

"Alfred, the ex-SAS Commander, Bulter," Dick tasks on with a smile

"Alfred, the ex-Spy Master for the Royal Crown, bulter," Cass cheerfully says.

"Ancients, those poor teenagers," Danny whispers, staring at Alfred in newfound respect and fear. "Did they even have a chance?"

"No, those riff-raff did not" Alfred smiles turning to the older version of Danny. "I do believe Master Bruce once threw Mr.Queen into a dumpster and left him there overnight?"

"I did. Oliver wouldn't accept no as an answer, so I put him in time-out." Bruce responds with a shrug. "If he hadn't been such a crybaby about the black eye, maybe I would have taken him up on his offer to see a movie."

Danny can't believe this. He points an accusing finger at Bruce with an unhinged look of confusion. "You had everyone falling over themselves in a world where bi-sexuality is common, mind you, and you choose to wear the lame-ass weird bat costume by choice? You chose to be uncool when you could have been in the It-Crowd!?"

The Wayne kids choked on their spit as Bruce gaped at him.

"Brucie, you are a riot!" Jason gasps, causing Danny to frown.

"Brucie?"

"Yeah, since there are two of you, I thought calling the smaller one Brucie would make it easier to tell you apart." Jason sighs wiping a tear out of his eye. Next to him, Dick is still howling with laughter.

Danny needs to keep calm and tell them he would not respond to the name Brucie. Instead, he panics and says, "I actually go by Brucie back home. I'm so surprised you know the nickname!"

He needs to get the fuck out of here.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cave Boy #Part 2 #DC would is the gay one #Danny is so offended Bruce choose to not be a A-lister #The weirder Danny is the more Alfred is reminded of baby-Bruce #The batkids are slowly losing all respect for Bruce #Danny is digging himself into a deeper hole

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Guys, here me out on Faust × Charlie. It gives me the same vibes as like "Me & the bad bitch that I pulled for being autistic." Honestly, it's kinda cute.

Faust would 100% tease the shit outta Charlie & Charlie just folds like a sheet of paper because he's so down bad. Faust is just so pretty & he's a punk that's from the sewers. (Also reminds me of Trish × Sweet Pete)

I dub thee ship: "Cosmic Mouse" or "Pepperoni Shaped Stars"

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice faust #faust yuurivoice #charlie yuurivoice #yuurivoice charlie #rarepair #charlie is just a silly goober that somehow pulls the baddest of bitches #good for him

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duckinsuspenders · 6 months

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I WROTE A FIC ABOUT TED AND PETER SPANKOFFSKI (idk why in the GIF it looks like they're fighting, I promise you they're not)

SUMMARY

“Pete! We’re having pizza, whattda want?” Ted sighed loudly as he pulled out his phone, squinting at the menu on the fridge, trying to find the number to the damned pizza place. When there was no reply, he called up the stairs again, “Dude! What- Oh, for fucks sake.” He’s not shouting out to him like he’s the nerd's parents. He was just about to dial the number and order them both pepperoni when the muffled sound of guitar and harmonizing came from upstairs.

[Or; Pete tries to wallow in his room while listening to sad music and Ted is having none of it. Ft Baby I'm Yours - Cass Elliot]

Words: 1'192

I did a poll a couple days ago on which unfinished fic I should finish/post and most of you wanted the Spankoffski Bro's so I tried my best! This is my first ever fic so fingers crossed it isn't a shitshow haha.

#hatchetverse #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #pete spankoffski #team starkid #npmd #lautski mentioned #peter spankoffski #hatchetfield #ted spankoffski #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals

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yourmomsgranddad · 2 years

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— LA VIE EN ROSE

— PAIRING: Peter Parker x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: Peter can't believe you're dating him.

— WORD COUNT: 1.3k

— WARNINGS: insecure peter 🥺, one curse word, a lot of fluff

People always made fun of him for staring at you.

But it didn't matter.

Because he knew no one could look at you the way he did.

He couldn't believe that you were with him at all. I mean you were way too pretty to be with him, at least that's what he thought.

But each day, he thanked the high heavens that you wanted to be with him. But then he got anxiety that you would break up with him at any moment.

It was a vicious cycle.

But you never seemed to show any signs of breaking up.

None for him to see anyway.

You were just sitting in the lunchroom and you seemed to forcing pizza into your mouth. He couldn't help but smile at you.

You looked up confused, swallowing your food.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" You asked, your voice muffled from some pizza that was still in your mouth. You reached around your face, looking for whatever happened to be on it.

"No. You're just so cute."

You squinted your eyes at him as if you didn't believe him.

"Even with pizza all over my face? Wow you must really like me." You chuckled, getting back into your food.

"You have no idea." He thought to himself as he watched on lovingly as you demolished two slices of pepperoni pizza.

Peter was hanging upside down on his ceiling, playing video games when May came into his room.

"Pete, your girlfriend is here." She mentioned, making him just light up.

He hopped off the ceiling, going to pick up his jacket and leave out his room.

He walked past May, going toward the door to see you, holding a picnic basket.

"Ready?" you asked, looking at him hopefully.

"Yup."

He took the basket out of your hand and grabbed your hand with the empty one.

You were walking up a grassy hill and it brought a thought to your head.

"Why does this feel like Up?"

He chuckled, finding it a little funny because the hill reminded him of the Pixar movie as well.

"Don't fall."

Your eyes went wide as you looked behind you. This hill was fairly steep. You definitely could fall.

"Peter! Do not scare me like that!"

"Oh come on, Y/n! You know I would catch you no matter what."

You nodded but you still felt a little frightened from being on the edge of the hill. Luckily, you were reaching the top of it.

And it looked exactly like the hill in the movie Up. Down to the tree.

It's like this moment was plucked right out of the movie and you weren't mad at it.

He squatted down to the grass, laying down the blue picnic blanket you found at a Goodwill. You sat down on it alongside him as he reached into the basket, pulling out the food.

"I don't understand why you wanted to have a picnic on this specific hill. I mean we could have just eaten Chinese food in you room and it would have felt the same." You mentioned, as he handed you a sandwich.

"Because, Y/n! You cannot get this beautiful sunset from the confines of my room."

You looked up and he was right. The sunset was beautiful at this time of day. With all the oranges, blues, and the sun just barely peeking through the clouds.

It was honestly perfect.

You took a bite of your sandwich as you just stared at the sunset with love in your eyes.

But then you felt a napkin on your cheek. You looked over and Peter was wiping some mayonnaise off of you. "How do you always have food on your face? You're supposed to eat with your mouth, not your entire face."

"Well U use my entire face!"

He chuckled, putting the napkin away in the trash bag you packed.

"You're so adorable. I love you."

Your eyes went wide.

That's the first time he ever said it. You figured it was planned since it was the perfect setting but he seemed just as surprised as you were.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?"

"I guess I did."

"Did you mean it?"

He seemed as if he was thinking before he looked at you the same way you were looking at the sunset.

"Absolutely."

Your smile just grew as did his.

"I love you too."

He leaned in to kiss you but you put your hand on his lips, making him pause in place.

"Dude, I have sandwich breath. You do not want to kiss me." You stressed, sitting the sandwich down a plate.

"Girl! I love you. With or without your sandwich breath. Get over here." He tackled you down, attacking you with kisses. You both just fell into a fit of giggles.

You were hanging upside down on Peter's bunk bed. He was standing right-side-up, pretending to be Spider-Man, even though he was.

You sat up a tiny bit to see his mask was on his bed.

You decided to put it on your head and started doing his weird little hand motions. "How the hell do you see in this thing?"

He looked over at you and snorted at the way you looked in his mask.

"You look hilarious. Is this how I look?" He asked, getting closer to your face. "Not necessarily. You look better. But it's only because I know you're under here."

He stood up on the bottom bunk so now that your faces were right in front of each other. "Want to kiss Spider-Man?" You questioned as he pulled the mask off just to reveal your mouth.

"Weirdly enough, kind of. I always wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone when they're upside-down."

"Perv."

He rolled his eyes before planting a short sweet kiss on your lips.

He pulled away, causing you to suck your teeth. "Weirdo." you pulled the mask all the way off of your face and saw the look on his.

"What's wrong? You look like you're pondering something."

You turned right-side-up and hopped down off of his bed.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

Your eyes went wide as you didn't know why he said that out of nowhere.

"What?" you added a chuckle at the end of your question as you grabbed his hands.

"Do you want to break up?"

"No! Why? Do you?"

He went silent, making you worried. You let go of his hands in fear. "Oh my gosh. Do you want to break up with me?" Your pupils got big as it seemed like you were about to cry.

That's when his eyes got big as he felt bad.

"No! Of course, I don't want to break up. I just figured you did."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him confused. "Why would I-"

"Because you're pretty! You can have anyone you wanted. Why would you choose me?"

You put your hands on his cheeks. You had just realized that it wasn't about him not loving you anymore, he was just feeling bad about himself.

"Aw Pete. I like you. Who else would I go for?"

"I don't know. Brad or Flash?"

You chuckled at the fact that those were the only two options. "First of all, Flash is an asshole. Second, Brad is not as smart as you are. Why have him when I can have my hot little muscle-y nerd?"

His mouth formed an 'o' as he was surprised by your wording.

"So that's what you're with me for? My looks?" he asked jokingly with a smile on his face.

"Of course. Why else, hot stuff?" You winked, making him put his hands over his body as he was trying to cover something.

"How dare you objectify me?"

"Why put it out there if you don't want me to say anything?" You shrugged, causing him to squint his eyes at you.

"You're so weird." He laughed at you, putting his hands on your elbows.

"And I can't be like this with Brad or Flash or anyone else. Only you, my humble little square." You put your hands back on his cheeks, bring him closer to you.

"We really need to work on your nicknames for me."

"I don't think we do, tater tot."

"Stop!"

"Never!"

#peter parker x y/n #marvel #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #help lol #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you

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jjsmaybank20 · 2 years

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The Other Parker Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Warnings will come with the chapters.

Word Count: 832

This is my first fic, so it's going to be horrible. Be warned.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

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Y/N's POV "Y/N! Peter! I'm ordering a pizza! What do you guys want on it?" Aunt May yells across the apartment.

"Pete. May is getting a pizza. What do you want on it?" I ask my twin brother, who has his undivided attention on his web shooters. "Huh? Oh, I would like pepperoni." He says absentmindedly. "Just pepperoni is fine!" I yell back out to her. "You got it kiddos! Coming right up in... 20 minutes!" I snicker and turn back to what I was working on. "Alright. Let's see if you work." I mutter to myself. "Pete! Pass me the ion particle charger." Peter looks up from his shooters. "What's the magic word?" He says with a grin. I pretend to think about it for a moment before replying, "Is it..." and then I stick my middle finger up at him.

"Hey! What'd I ever do to you?" He whines in fake offense. "Well, to start with, you still haven't given me the charger. Now let me think of all the other things..." He rolls his eyes at me and says, "Ok, ok, I get it. Here." Without looking up from my project, I catch the item that Peter has tossed to me. Just as I'm about to plug it into my work, the doorbell rings. "Pizzas here!" Aunt May calls. We can hear her getting up to open the door. Peter and I both push our work away carefully and grin at each other. "Race ya!" I exclaim suddenly and bolt out of the room. I hear Peter over my shoulder yell, "No fair! You got a head start, Y/N!" I am just about to run into the living room when I hear Aunt May say, "Wai- you're not the pizza delivery guy! You're-" "Tony Stark, at your service. And might I add, what a lovely doorway you have." I freeze. Tony Stark is at our house? This can't be true. I feel Peter skid up behind me. I signal for him to be quiet, and in return I get a confused look. He signals for me to read his mind.

What's up? Why do we have to be quiet?

I push my thoughts into his head.

Because apparently Tony Stark, our idol, our role model, is standing in our doorway.

He shakes his head like he doesn't believe me and goes to make his way into the living room. I run after him, trying to catch him before he gets there. We both fall into the room and freeze. There, sitting on our couch, is none other than Iron Man himself. Tony Stark.

Wanda's POV "Mr. Stark is requesting your presence in the briefing room, Ms. Maximoff." I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y. announce. "Alright, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. Tell him I'll be there in a sec." I bookmark my book and get up to go to the meeting room. On the way to the elevator, I bump into my closest friend in the compound, Natasha Romanoff. "Do you know what this meeting is about?" I ask her. "I think Starks' discussing some new recruits that we are getting." I nod my head in understanding. When Nat and I arrive in the meeting room, we see that everyone else is already there. "Finally! Now we can get started." Stark exclaims. I roll my eyes at him before Steve gives me a warning look and then gives Stark a 'go on' gesture. "Alright! We are here to discuss two potential recruits. I'm excited about these two! They are twins named Peter and Y/N Parker." As he says their names, he pulls up a picture of them and puts them side by side. I can't help but stare at the picture of the girl twin. She has a playful glint in her eye, but it also looks like there is something deeper down there too. Her eyes are mesmerizing...

snap out of it, Wanda! What was that?

I shake my head to clear it and tune back into what Stark is saying. "Parents, deceased. Living with their Aunt, May Parker in Queens." He looks around. "Any questions?" I slowly raise my hand. "Yes, Witchy?" I glare at him but then ask, "when would we meet them?" He shrugs and says, "I'm going to go pay them a visit right now. If they accept, it could be as soon as today." I nod and get up to walk out of the room. "Wanda! Wait up!" I turn around and see Nat running to catch up with me. "What's up?" I ask her. She smirks at me and says, "I saw you staring at the picture of Y/N. You started blushing and kinda zoned out. You totally think she's hot!"

Yeah, well who wouldn't. Wait wha-

Where did that thought come from?! And why did I get butterflies in my stomach when Nat said Y/N's name?! I quickly excuse myself from the conversation and run up to my room, knowing Nat is still standing there smirking about it.

#wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #parker!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x parker!reader

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thefreaksrunthisshow · 6 months

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Saw your request for NPMD prompts, so here's a concept that's been nagging at me. Post-Max, Pete (to Steph who has complicated feeling about her late father) "You say that shooting me makes you no better than your father, but..."

Fucking Pizza

Peter Spankoffski x Stephanie Lauter

A/N: Thank you so much for sending me this request! It’s short and the title is a bit weird but trust me just read it and it makes sense lol. But anyway I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it and that I did it justice! 😊

Warnings: language, bit of angst but mostly fluff, AU where Pete and Steph get tf out of Hatchetfield

“Steph,” Peter started, his voice unsure and high-pitched. He didn’t know how to approach the subject or even what to say but he had to say something. Stephanie was more distant lately than usual and he couldn’t really blame her. They’d lost two friends, his brother, and her father as well. They were doing the best they could with their fucked up lives seemingly falling apart at the seams. The only good thing that had come out of all of it was the comfort they had found in each other. He was hoping to put it all behind them and move on together.

“I don’t want to hear it, Pete! Can’t we just forget about it!” Stephanie huffed. “Just eat your fucking pizza, goddamn it!” she slurred through a mouthful of her own fucking pizza, pepperoni to be exact. Pete had to eat that horrid abomination — pineapple pizza and she refused to try it. It was sacrilegious to the pizza gods to even think about adding fruit to their holy concoction.

He sighed and chewed his fucking pizza. It was tasteless and bland, a cheap one from the convenience store down the road, but it fulfilled the job of filling their stomachs and providing a cheap date night which was something they rarely got to do. Between all the shit they’d been through with undead Max, the Lords in Black, and all the other weird things going on in Hatchetfield they got as far away as they could as soon as they graduated high school.

Pete was enrolled in a good university studying to be… something. He still had no idea who he was or what he wanted out of life, but he was slowly figuring it out. And Stephanie? She never was one for school but she’d found something she could do and that was art. She focused all her feelings, attention, and time on creating. It’d been her outlet to process all they’d been through and she’d managed to sell a few pieces so far. Between the occasional artwork sold and Pete’s part-time job at the university library, they made it work. Things were hard, but at least they had each other.

“You can talk to me about it, Steph. Please, I’m here for you.” He moved closer to her on the tiny second hand couch and grasped her hand, catching a whiff of stale cat piss and cigarettes. They’d found the couch on the side of the road and even though it had been cleaned to the best of their ability it still slightly smelled no matter how much they scrubbed it. It was tacky, red and green plaid with yellow swirls, but much like everything else they owned it was functional, at least for the time being. Finding a new couch was at the top of his to do list and he’d sneakily been checking thrift stores trying to find one for some time now to surprise Stephanie with. So far he’d had no luck.

“You’ll never understand,” she sighed. “For god's sake, I pulled the trigger! If not for that undead bastard you would be dead! I shot you and that’s exactly what those sneaky Lords in Black wanted! They played us and… and I’m just like my father!” she cried, her facade finally breaking, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“You say that shooting me makes you no better than your father, but… it actually makes you better,” he said finally.

“What on earth could that possibly mean, Pete? How does shooting you make me better than him? It surely seems like something he would do.”

He knew his next words were of the utmost importance but how could he say what he truly meant when the thoughts wouldn’t form coherent sentences? They tumbled in his now empty brain, bouncing around like a game of pin-ball. At last the ball fell through the gap but with it came the clarity to communicate what he needed.

“Your father… He did everything for power, to further himself, right? What did you have to gain from shooting me? Did you do it for power? No, you and the rest of the world would get to go on and yet you would have gone every day full of regret. Why live with that same regret when I’m alive and sitting here beside you?”

“That’s not — ”

“No,” he interrupted. “I’m being fucking serious. Why put yourself through that when I lived? Steph, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“Pete, please stop.”

“No, I…I love you,” Pete confessed. It was the first time he’d actually said those words out loud to her. Before now, he’d been too scared, too worried that she wouldn’t say it back but at this very moment he didn’t care about that anymore and he meant every syllable of those three words with every fiber of his being. “You need to know that, okay? I fucking love you and I hate to see you put yourself through all this torture when we both lived! We got out of there all that is in the past now!”

Stephanie sighed and collapsed into his arms. “You ass,” she sniffled. “I love you too, you know.”

“I know,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “Now let’s finish our fucking pizza or it’s gonna get cold.”

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #npmd #npmd fic #pete spankoffski #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski x stephanie lauter #lautski

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Eight

A/N: Bit of a filler chapter, as I want there to be some time before I get to some of the more good stuff. Also, I’m aiming for a double chapter upload this week to make up for last week. Oh, and my Master Taglist is under construction, so if you aren’t tagged in this series and want to be, LET ME KNOW! My master taglist does not update with everyone that I put on it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

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Words: 1.9k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“CLINT NO!” I yelled across the floor as I watched the man start downing an entire pot of coffee from the pot itself.

Lillith was falling into a giggling fit as I vaulted over the couch and ran into the kitchen. As soon as he saw me get up, he ran out and passed me into the living room to continue his atrocious habit.

Before I could grab him however, that fucker finished the pot.

“Really asshole? You could have saved some for me!” I told him with a huff as I crossed my arms.

He shrugged and grinned at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I shook my head and took the empty pot from him, and went into the kitchen to make some more coffee.

“Hey Mom?” Lillith called out from the living room.

Still focusing on my current task at hand, I replied with a “Yeah?”

“What is a stripper?” She called out. I paused my actions, before slowly turning around and looking at the living room.

As soon as Clint saw my facial expression, he found it better to get away than to face my wrath.

He hopped on one of my bookcases before I could reach him, and pulled himself into the vents as I cursed after him.

“What is it?” Lillith repeated as I crawled down from the bookcase.

My mind went blank for a second, before I reminded myself to stranger Clint later.

“A stripper is someone who makes money dancing.” I finally settled on telling her that.

“Like your girlfriend?” She replied, cocking her head to the side.

“....my girlfriend?” I questioned her, raising an eyebrow.

“The one that looks like Merida. Red hair, looks mean but likes cookies.” she said, hugging her wolf closer to her.

“Natasha?”

“Yeah! That’s her name. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, honey.” I told her, ruffling her hair.

“Awwww” she said as she went back to the table to finish her drawings.

“This is wonderful! It must be kept on the refrigerator!” Thor boomed as he held up Lillith’s latest drawing. It was a drawing of Thor holding his hammer, with a bunch of what I assumed were storm clouds and lighting.

Lillith grinned at the praise as Thor strode over to place the paper on the fridge, next to the dozens of others that she had done.

“Hey, is Mr. Stark in here?” A voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw a teenage boy, which made me rack my brain to figure out who Tony adopted this time.

“Depends, what’s your name, kid?” I asked him.

“P-Peter Parker. My name is Peter Parker.” He replied, stuttering. He looked a bit fearful at me. It must be due to the all-black fatigues Bucky got for me that I was trying to break in.

I nodded. “Spider child. Got it. He should be in the garage.” I told him.

“Pepperoni? Can I go see him mom! Pleaseeeeee!” Lillith whined from beside me. I lifted her in my arms, still staring at the boy.

When she first met Stark, she thought his name was Pepperoni, like the pizza topping. Stark, unfortunately reinforced that nickname himself (Thanks to Clint and Bucky, no doubt.)

“As long as I go with. Let’s go.” I said as I strode to the elevator, one teenage spider child in tow.

“Get that out of your mouth!” I yelled as I raced towards Lillith, who was eating….something.

“Mama it’s just rainbow candy. Pete made it!” She said as she continued eating it.

I examined the ‘candy’ on the pans, realizing it was part of his science project or something.

I sighed, rubbing my head at the oncoming headache.

“I heard a yell, what’s up?” Peter said as he walked in. He saw Lillith eating the candy and tore off a piece for himself. “Is it good?” He asked as she examined the candy ribbon.

She nodded furiously as she kept eating the piece she had. He laughed and ruffled her hair, before offering me a piece, which I refused.

“So, when do you go to school Lil?” He questioned her as he started bagging up the ribbon.

“Tomorrow! We gotta go shop for school mama!” She said with a mouthful of candy.

“I know, I’m gonna ask if Steve and Bucky want to go with us. Finish your candy.” I told her, smoothing the hair Peter had ruffled up.

“Friday can you-”

“Already told Bucky and Steve, they are in the elevator down here as we speak.” Friday’s voice cut me off. I nodded as I found Lillith’s coat and helped her put it on, and started tracking down mine.

“Venti black coffee please. Nothing in it, just black coffee.” I told the barista. She nodded and I stepped aside so Barnes could order.

I rubbed my head, trying to ignore the pounding headache. I gave in, and took off my backpack and got some ibuprofen from it.

Thankfully my order was simple, and it came quick thanks to an almost-empty starbucks. I took a swig of coffee and swallowed the pills, before shrugging the backpack on.

Rogers was outside with Lillith, both munching on croissants and talking about whatever a seventy year old and a six year old could have in common.

“You look exhausted. I can almost see the bags under your eyes with those glasses on.” Barnes told me, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching around me to get his drink.

“Oh, sorry” I quickly exclaimed as I moved out of the way. However, thanks to the metal arms I was firmly stuck in place.

He took a sip of his drink, before setting it down and turning fully towards me. He gently slid off my glasses and tucked them into my shirt pocket.

“Listen, (Y/N), I know being a mom is tough, but with everything else you’re also doing, with work and staying up late and god knows what else you’ve been doing, you need to stop and rest.” He said gently.

I sipped my coffee and stared at him as he continued.

“You need to rest. Both Natasha and I are worried-and I know motherhood isn’t something you can just put on hold so hear me out on this,” He said, stopping to take a breath. “I’m going to call Natasha, who is going to pick you up, and you are going to go home, take a warm shower and brush your teeth and do whatever routine you do before bed, eat something, drink some water, and sleep. If I have to have Natasha on your ass about this, I will. Actually I’m going to, because I know your stubborn ass will be back in the garage with Tony.”

I only nodded in reply, still sipping on my coffee. He waved a barista over and ordered a venti water, and traded it with my coffee despite my complaints.

“Water, not caffeine.” He told me as he directed me out the doors, one hand holding his phone to his ear. I walked towards Lillith and squatted to her height next to her.

“You’re going to hang out with Uncle Bucky and Steve for awhile okay? I’m going back home and I’ll see you there.” I told her gently, wiping some crumbs off her check.

“You look tired Mama” She said as she gently took my face in her hands. I closed my eyes and hummed, realshing in the feeling of closeness with her.

“I am. I’m going home and going to bed.” I replied.

“Luckily Nat was out running around, she should be pulling up now.” Barnes said as he walked towards us, sitting next to Steve. I nodded and took off the backpack.

“There’s wipes and a few toys in here, along with an extra pair of underwear and some other things.” I said as I handed the bag to Steve.

I heard a car pull up and turned my head to see a black dodge challenger, with a familiar red head behind the steering wheel.

The window rolled down and Nat’s voice called out: “I heard I’m here to pick up an exhausted mom?” She said with a small smile. I nodded and groaned as I stood up, my back popping.

I pulled Lillith into a side hug and kissed her forehead. “Be good.” I told her. She nodded and hugged me back with all the force a tiny six-year-old could muster. I opened the passenger door and got in, waving bye to Lillith as we drove off.

“Barnes was right. You do look exhausted.” She said as she glanced my way at a red light. I nodded, leaning my head against the seat and closing my eyes. She hummed and turned the heaters on to start warming up the car. Despite it being only August, it was already getting into the sixties and fifties.

We rode in silence all the way back to the tower, and I took my time with my sluggish body in getting out and into the elevator.

“‘M gonna take a shower, then bed.” I told her as I leaned against the railing. Damn, I was tired. She nodded as she kept texting, no doubt to Barnes to update him on me.

We got to my floor and I went straight to my bedroom, pulling out some shorts and undergarments, and deciding to wear a light hoodie as a shirt to bed. I checked the time on my phone as I set it to my mellow playlist. It was only five thirty.

“Hey Nat,” I called out to the woman, leaning out of the bathroom doorway.

She walked into the bedroom, looking around before finding my face.

“Can you tell Clint to put Lillith to bed? If I go to sleep now I won’t be awake for that.” I said as I tossed the bundle of clothes on the countertop. She nodded before walking out. I shut the door and turned the shower on to warm as I shedded my clothes. I took a look at my naked self in the mirror, and was startled at the person who looked back. I looked paler than normal, and my ribs were more prominent along with the bags under my eyes.

I shook my head and got into the shower, relaxing into the warm water and taking time to wash myself.

Once I got out and dried off, and took the time to properly brush through my hair, I took my dirty clothes and tossed them into the now-overflowing basket by the door. Natasha walked in while I was tossing the clothes on my bed onto my desk.

She held out a water bottle and some pills to me. “Drink this and take these. It’s melatonin, it’ll keep you asleep for awhile.” She said as I took them from her/

I drank half of the bottle and swallowed the pills, before climbing into bed. Nat set the bottle on my nightstand and got my phone out of the bathroom, and fiddled on it a bit as I tried to get comfortable. She was probably turning off my four am alarm for my morning workouts, and turning it onto silent mode. She plugged it in and pulled the covers around me once I settled.

“Get some sleep, (Y/N).” She whispered as she smoothed the hair off my face. I only hummed in response as she left, softly closing the door behind her as I fell into a black, dreamless sleep.

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