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status: trapped in a cage and the bars are made of homework
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wolverine
Drunk Dials and Mistletoe ☔️ 🌸 🍷- series/incomplete
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You convince your ex (Wolverine) to spend 2 weeks with you and your kid to see the family he’s missing out on.
Teaching sheltered farm boy Clark different sex positions. He really only knows missionary because his parents said that’s the only way to respect his woman. Doggy, but that’s because the animals on the farm did. Clark thinks doggy is degrading.
And then you weedle and plead just enough to break Clark. He acquiesces and lets you scramble onto his lap. Clark is blushing bright red from how exposed you are; your breasts are eye level, his hands on your hips, which are sluttily rubbing against his bulge.
You even give him a little show, making Clark watch as you notch him in your entrance and then sloooooowly slide down, your core burning from the stretch. Clark whimpering when you bottom out and he sees how deep he’s in, your lower stomach bulging obscenely in a way he’s never seen clearly before.
And then you begin to bounce, and that’s when you break the Man of Steel. Because Clark can’t comprehend how good it feels, you dropping and lifting yourself off him. He can’t understand how good you look, all bouncing tits and head thrown back and wanton moans and grinding hips. The position has you panting, perfect for feeling his tip knock against your cervix with each bounce and your clit rubbing against his soft tummy just enough.
Clark would lose his mind. He’s even learning on the spot, thrusting up as you bottom out each time. His hands move from your hips to your tits, rubbing and pulling on your nipples with a preciseness only a man absolutely obsessed with you can.
And when your hips spell out his name and you come with your head thrown baxk? Clark comes deep inside you with a whimper and a hazy promise to learn more.
pastor!au clark and manipulative!reader whe clark has a lapse in faith and reader takes advantage by offering herself as his new god yes please and thank you
Ok so, this one isssss technicalllyyyy dual pov, but there’s a lot more of your pov.
a/n: I found a prompt generator :3 As always, no use of y/n! also basically co-written by @petalpaw4 bc of the amount of ideas they’ve given me 💀
Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff! maybe light weirdo!peter bc he pretends he’s never met the reader before :3
please rb and comment if you like the story! your words are what help me write <3
Your POV
It all started at the gas station near your apartment.
You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This stuff always happens to you, it’s like you’re a bad luck charm.
The thief’s angry yells jar you out of your state of self reflection. “I swear to god you old hag, if you don’t give me all the money in the register, I'm gonna shoot this bitch!” Suddenly he swings his gun, and now you’re staring right down the barrel.
Your heart stops, more than anything hoping for a hero to show up and save you. Is this really how I’m going to die? You think. That’s really shitty. You had just started college, haven’t even had a chance to really see the world, and now it’s all over? Fuck, this blows.
The woman at the register nearly trips over herself in her rush to get the money out of the register when suddenly, the bell on the door jingles. The thief whips his head around to see who’s there, but before he can even blink his gun shoots out of his hand.
“Woah dude, you gotta be more careful with things like this!” He said, gently tossing the gun up as he shot a web at it, sticking it to the wall. The man’s grip on you slackens, and you shove off of him before stumbling straight into Spider-man.
He catches you deftly with one arm, sending your heart racing. “Did no one ever teach you how to treat a girl? His eyes momentarily darken and you feel a shiver go through you. Apparently some things can make the notorious comedians get serious.
He glances over at you before letting go of your waist. “I’ll take care of this guy for you.” He winks…. or as close as he can get to with that mask on, which doesn’t really have the same effect.
Spider-man had the man wrapped in webs and hanging from the ceiling in a matter of moments. Really, the robber couldn’t have put up less of a fight. It’s like he gave up as soon as spiderman started walking towards him.
“I hope you don’t mind hanging out.” Spider-man said brightly with a small giggle. “Get it, get it; cause I-“ He cut off, noticing the thief’s heated glare.
He sucks in a breath. “Geez, tough crowd, huh.” He says before turning to you.
It was like fireworks. As soon as he locked eyes with you, you were sure you were in love.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“I- uhm, I ah.” You fumble. Shit, why aren’t words coming out???! You clear your throat. “Yep, I’m just dandy!” You wince at the crack in your voice.
Spider-man laughs again and you cover your face, burning with shame.
“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” He winks at you…. again.
Pretty???? Spider-man thinks I’m pretty????? You’re absolutely sure you’re about to implode when you hear him clear his throat.
“Well, I, um- I have to go! Lots of world-saving to do, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stuff- you know how it is.” He gives you a quick smile and runs out the door, swinging away before you can even choke out a reply.
Peter’s POV
His heart beats wildly as he swings off into the night. Who would’ve thought that he’d run into her while he was out superheroing?? Just his luck that he would look good in front of the cute barista while he was in a mask. He groans. Just great.
——1 week later——
Your POV
The campus map rustles in your hands as you smooth out the creases. Ever since that run in at the gas station you’ve been more jittery, moving to a new city is stressful enough without running into danger.
Although….. danger might mean seeing him again. You think back on the robbery and how quickly Spider-Man handled the situation. It’s odd, but as soon as spider-man showed up you weren’t scared. Almost like he radiated a calming energy that affected all the people around him.
You put a pause on your daydreaming and actually try to find the class you’re supposed to get to. It’s the first day of college and you only have 2 lectures to get to, but it’s gonna take you a while to find them…
As you walk the map obscures most of your vision, so you don’t notice the boy walking down the sidewalk towards you.
Peter’s POV
Peter walks with his head down, loud music blasting in his ears. Like most of his free time, currently his head is full of plans to ask the cute barista out. He’s thinking through the ending of another fantastical plan when suddenly a girl runs into him, dropping her map.
It flutters away on a chill autumn gust and the girl curses loudly. He turns back to her, apologizing profusely, when he realizes the girl he’s been fantasizing about is standing right in front of him.
“I- I am so sorry…. oh my god..” He curses quietly to himself. “Is there any way I can pay you back?”
She looks at him, and he can’t explain it, but it seems like something briefly flickers along her expression. “It’s fine, the map wasn’t much help anyways.” She chuckles self-deprecatingly and his heart twists. “But…..” She looks up at him. “If you could show me where to find Anthropology 101 I wouldn’t mind.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Peter’s heart leaps. “I have that class!!” He says excitedly. “I could walk you there, since we’re going the same direction anyways.” He looks on eagerly waiting for her response.
Your POV
Your irritation fades as the boy talks, stumbling through his words. He’s so nervous it’s almost funny. “Yeah, sure.” You say. His eyes light up as you nod. “Lead the way!” You gesture vaguely around. “Otherwise we’ll be walking in circles all day.” You chuckle self-deprecatingly.
He nods and starts walking, but before he turns he calls out. “Oh, I’m Peter by the way.”
